Consolidated Herd Story ( Chapters 1-18)

Hawkeye's Herd Story

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Chapter 1
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>Princess Celestia levitates the chocks from the giant gilded turbine, and nods to her sister.
>An azure aura envelopes the lever and pulls, sending a pair of motors whirring to life.
>With a groan, the floodgates open and water pours once more over the pristine stone of the canal, rushing forward to push the turbine into motion.
>Passing through the golden blades, the water falls to its familiar pool a thousand feet below.
>The bursts of flashbulbs and queries of journalists were commonplace for the Princesses, so you simply stand, content, to the side.
>"Mister Anonymous?" A voice squeaks beside you.
>Looking down, a familiar white unicorn filly stands there with a microphone, her cameracolt barely big enough to hold his equipment.
"Well hi, Sweetie Belle, what are you doing here?"
>"Um, Pipsqueak and I are here from the Foal Free Press in Ponyville and wanted to ask you a couple of questions."
>Normally you avoided such exchanges, but...
>The project was finished.
>You are feeling pretty good.
>They're kids, what's the harm?
"Okay, shoot." you grin.
>You swear the filly's smile is ear to ear as the two mini-ponies push a chair beside you for her to stand on.
>"Mister Anonymous, How hard was this project compared to your other elec-elet-your other lightning power projects?"
"Well Canterlot is very unique because of the way it sits on this mountain, so I'd say it was a fair bit more complex."
>"Is it true that Princess Sparkle has asked you to look at the Ponyville Dam to maybe put in something like this?"
"Where did you...? Uh, yeah. That's true, Princess Sparkle has asked me to look into it."
>"Wow, so we could be getting lightning power in Ponyville!?"
"Well, even if we don't use the dam, we'll probably have Ponyville hooked up next year sometime."
>"Okay, one last question Mister Anonymous. What's your next big project?"
"I don't have one. I've made my bits, I've worked non-stop for over five years now, I think I'm just going to find a nice quiet town and retire."
>"Well Ponyville is nice and quiet! You should come visit! Thanks Anonymous!"
"No problem." you wave as they disappear into the crowd.
>Ponyville, huh?

>The next morning you're reading an article on the Canterlot Works when an anxious knocking breaks your reverie.
>That urgent desperation means only one pony.
>A pony who valued knowledge almost as much as she valued friendship.
>You wonder which has brought her here today.
>Opening the door, you are greeted by Princess Twilight Sparkle herself.
>You let her in and as soon as you've turned from the door she's hovering in your face.
>Anonymous! Explain yourself!" she demands, shoving a newspaper into your chest.
>Unfolding the paper, you take a seat on your couch as Twilight paces in front of you.
>It's from the Foal Free Press, must be the article that Sweetie interviewed you for.
>...
>This is really accurate.
>It's also impressive yet off-putting how much info a bunch of foals gathered on the pros and cons of a hydroelectric dam in Ponyville.
"What's the big deal Twi? Those foals are more straight-forward than the Canterlot Press." you yawn. "I might just give interviews with them more often. That's good honest reporting, right there."
>"Honest? But they made it seem like you were going to really retire! As in done working! Done creating! They even doctored your interview, look!"
"Where did you get that projector?"
>"Shush."
>The tape rolls, and you watch a slightly remastered version of your interview.
>Nothing seems off.
"Nothing seems off to me. I said what I said." you shrug.
>"B-but, the Ponyville Dam?"
"Absolutely still on the table."
>"What about all the other things we talked about? The Apploosan Irrigation problem? The underground trains for Manehattan? Redesigning Baltimare's Harbor?"
"Twilight." you say flatly "Look at me."
>Rising, you gesture first to yourself, then to a picture on a nearby wall.
"I caught a glimpse of a photo of us and the other Princesses when I first arrived here the other day. You know the difference?" you ask.
>She shakes her head.
"I am visibly exhausted."
>"B-but... Anon?" she starts, her ears laying back against her head.
"I don't eat right because I don't have the time and energy to cook anymore. I lose hours and hours of sleep agonizing over project hang-ups. This?" you say, holding up a glass "Is as much alcohol as it is orange juice."
>Downing the glass, you continue.
"I used to drink with friends, just another part of a fun night out. Now I drink to help me sleep, to help me shrug-off the day, hell it's the only way I can relax anymore...I am acutely aware that I am dependent on it."
>The look the purple princess is giving you right now could break Pinkie Pie's heart.
"Twilight, look. I just need a break, okay? A vacation, a sabbatical, whatever. I need some down time."
>"And...when you feel better... then you'll want to work again?" she asks, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"Yes Twilight. When I'm back to my old self I'll start working on something. I don't know what, but I know that the old itch will be back." you smile.
>"Okay Anon. Everyone needs a rest now and then. And I have just the place!"
"What? No, I'm  just going to stay here-"
>"Ponyville! You're coming to Ponyville with me." she declares. "It's quiet, it's peaceful, it's perfect. You'll love it."
"I really should have seen this coming."
>"Yup!"

>The stars gleam overhead as you trot into the courtyard.
>Celestia and Cadence are already there, and greet you as you arrive.
>Moments later Luna arrives.
>"Why is it that you have called us all here tonight?" she asks.
>You admire her straight-forward desire to get to work.
"We have a problem. Anonymous was serious about retiring, at least for a while."
>"But Shining was really looking forward to working on the Crystal Railroad expansion with him! What am I going to tell him!?"
>"Cadenza, please." Celestia chides. "You said at least for a while? Is it possible we might change his mind?"
"He said he wanted to get back to his old self... he seems to feel he has deteriorated. He referenced this picture." you explain, brandishing your own copy of said picture. "For reference, this is him last month at a press conference."
>It is easy to read the others' expressions as the pictures float around.
>Shock.
>Anon was right, he's paler, bags hang under eyes that once showed only laughter, and his shoulders sag with the weight of the work you've all put on him.
>It's his fault really.
>If he wasn't such a brilliant engineer this all wouldn't have happened.
>If only you weren't a princess... you'd make it all better for him.
>Oh yes...
>"He looks so tired." Celestia remarks
.>"We truly have taken him for granted." Luna agrees.
>Their remarks sail past you as you try to figure out a nagging at the back of your mind.
>Cadence interrupts your introspection.
>"Does he live alone?"
"Yes, why?"
>"Does he have a house?"
"No, just his apartment."
>"What's it like?" she continues.
 "A living room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and a second bedroom he uses as a home office. I don't think he uses it all that much. He does have some pictures of him with us, or the other elements. I guess that's about it? Why?"
>"Don't you think it's a little strange that someone who fussed over the aesthetics of the blades of Canterlot's turbines would leave his own home devoid of life?"
>"Cadence, I do not follow. Please, speak plainly." Luna states.
>"I think Anon isn't just tired. I think he's lonely." she replies.
>"Hmmmm" Celestia hums. "A predicament indeed."
>Silence reigns as the four of you ponder solutions in silence.
>An idea suddenly comes crashing through your mind.
"I've got it!" you cry out. "It's so simple!"
>The others stare at you, which you take as an invitation to continue.
"When Anon first got here, I ran all sorts of tests on him. While I didn't test for it specifically, my results were thorough enough to conclude that Anon would be an excellent Herd Stallion. I even pinned down an ideal number of mares for him. I think it was seven, or something else really high. So all we have to do now-"
>"Is find a way to make him agree." Celestia grins. "No easy task, I'm afraid."
>"Don't be so sure, Auntie." Cadence says slowly. "He is wealthy and has orchestrated great works for the crown... what if we invoked Pecunious Stallion Herding?"
"What?"
>"Tis an old law, Twilight Sparkle, but one I am not surprised Cadence is familiar with. It states that stallions of wealth and high regard are to maintain herds both as a symbol of social status and -more practically- as a support structure."
>"And a support structure is exactly what Anonymous needs. Perhaps if he had had one this wouldn't have happened." Celestia adds.
>A thought gnaws at you inside that everypony here might have let Anon down, but that feeling is drowned out by the prospect of an incoming Friendship Lesson.
"I am taking him to Ponyville. It's quiet there, peaceful. Away from the city. Perhaps while he's there we could-"
>"Yes. I agree." Cadence cuts in. "We should take this as an opportunity to put mares in his path that he'll learn to love unconditionally."
"Well, yes but-"
>"Ah, build the herd for him, without him realizing it? How conniving, Cadence."
>"No." Celestia states firmly. "Anonymous should know what is going on. We all remember how he reacted when things got beyond his control last time. We shall tell him that, by law, he must build a herd. From there, he can handle the situation as he sees fit."
>With a nod, Celestia comes to some further conclusion.
>"Twilight will deliver the news after she confirms the ideal number for his herd, which is how many mares he must claim."
"Me?"
>"Who better than the Princess of Friendship?" Celestia smiles warmly. "After all, you're the one taking him to Ponyville."

"Why are we here, Twilight?"
>"Oh, um, well you see... We Princesses had a discussion, and..."
"Twilight."
>"Yes, Anon?"
"Just tell me whatever it is. We're friends, nothing to be nervous about."
>"It's just that, I uh..."
"Okay, let's start at the beginning. Who all was at the meeting?"
>"Me, Cadence, Luna and Celestia."
"Who called the meeting?"
>"I did."
"What did you want to talk about?"
>"...you."
>It takes all of your will power not to facepalm.
"Oookay. What about me?"
>"Your retirement, and all the things we talked about yesterday."
"You mean how I'm worn out and want a nice, quiet, uneventful rest?"
>"Yes." she nods meekly.
"Why do I get the feeling that I am not going to get a nice, quiet, uneventful rest?"
>"Because the other princesses invoked *mumble*mumble*"
"What?"
>Twilight takes a deep breath and steels herself.
>"Because Cadence suggested we use Pecunious Stallion Herding Law to coerce you into building a herd that would support you and love you and help you not to get burned out when we push you too far on your really cool project ideas and I'm really sorry I tried to stop them but they wouldn't listen and Celestia decided this was a good idea and she's the Princess so I couldn't possibly disagree with her-"
"Whoa whoa whoa. Okay, I get it. I don't know what you mean by herding, but I get the gist of the rest of it."
>Twilight heaves a sigh of relief before giving you a quizzical look.
>"You don't know what herding means?"
"Nope. Should I?"
>"It's really quite straightforward Anon. You build a herd."
...
>"Of Mares."
...
>"Who you love. And who will love you."
"Why on earth would I do that?"
>"From what you've told me, you wouldn't on Earth. But you're in Equestria, and it's quite commonplace here. Just look at how many mares there are, and how few stallions there are. Even stallions of minor status often have a second mare."
"Uh-huh. And how many mares do you expect me marry?"
>"You don't have to marry any if you don't want to, or marry all of them. They're your mares either way, it is just about whether you want a ceremony or not."
"You're avoiding my question."
>"No I'm not."
"How many, Twilight?"
>....
...
>"Seven."
"SEVEN!?"
>"Maybe eight. At least seven, though."
>These ponies.
>They always had the best of intentions, but sometimes...
>Extracting your face from your palm, you look up at Twilight.
"I just wanted a nice, quiet, uneventful rest, Twilight."
>The purple princess refuses to meet your gaze.
>Twilight is your friend, you know she won't be too much trouble. The other princesses, however, could prove meddlesome if they don't see any progress.
>Best take control of the situation now.
>And by take control, you mean delegate.
"Okay Twilight, here's how this is going to work." you say, leaning back in your chair and closing your eyes. Focusing, you recall as much as you can about Ponyville. "I am going to rent a house for a few months, not enough rooms for the entire herd to stay in, but enough that I can host multiple overnight guests if necessary."
>Opening one eye, you see Twilight scribbling notes down furiously. With a smile, you close your eye and return to your train of thought.
"I am going to proceed to relax. I will do whatever I would normally do. Read, hike, spend time with friends, hash out fleeting ideas, you get the picture. I am going to leave it entirely up to you and your friends, but preferably not the other princesses, to figure your mess out."
>"What?"
"You created this mess. I am going to take my vacation. Surely the Princess of Friendship and the Elements of Harmony are capable of finding the right pony and putting her in the right place for us to coincidentally meet?"
>"Well, I mean-"
"It's only seven mares after all." you grin, rising from your seat. "Now where's this carriage we're taking?"
>Twilight just groans in response.

>You are Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship and Element of Magic.
>And you bucked up seriously.
>Your plan to spend time alone with Anon by whisking him away to Ponyville was foiled by your own Sister-in-Law.
>And, as always, you got carried away in the thrill of the plan and accidentally made things worse.
>Damnit Sparkle, get it together!
>You're a Princess, for buck's sake!
>With Anon asleep in his room, you sit with the girls in your council chamber.
>Rarity had finally arrived, so you could get this meeting started.
"Okay girls, so we have a situation."
>"Alright! I've been itching for some action!" Rainbow shouts. "Should I get my bags?"
"Rainbow, please sit down. And no, you don't need your bags. This isn't that kind of situation."
>"Well what in tarnation are we all here for if ya don't need us to save 'questria?"
"I sort of..." you drift off, then regroup "Well you see-"
>"Out with it, Twi!" Applejack snorts, stamping a hoof.
"I accidentally suggested Anon build a herd."
>Rarity looks at you with a puzzled expression. "Why in Equestria would you do that, darling?"
"It came up in a meeting about his planned retirement. Princess Cadence commented on how he must be lonely, and well, things got a little out of hoof."
>"Well, and please feel free to tell me if I'm wrong, but can't he just...not?" Fluttershy offers.
>The others nod in agreement, and you grimace.
"Normally, yes. But since he's a stallion of status, and since we're dealing with my rather clever counterparts in the castle...no. They've invoked an old law and well, he can't refuse."
>The others stare at you, not comprehending what exactly you're saying.
>Rarity recovers first.
>"So Twilight, you're telling us that you somehow have managed to force poor Anonymous into building a herd, when my darling little sister tells me he really just planned a little leave of absence?"
>You hang your head and nod.
>"Twi, you are one of the smartest ponies I know. But that idea was a few apples short of a bushel."
"Girls, please, I know. I screwed up, but I really need your help."
>"I have no idea what's going on, but I'm always ready to help my friends!"
"Thanks, Pinkie." you smile. "So we all know that Anon is very clever, and his response- yes, I have already told him- was to basically shove all the work off on me."
>"Doesn't he, um, remember when we told him about the incident with the- the doll?" Fluttershy asks.
>You wince at the memory.
>Never going to live that one down, it seems.
"That's why I'm asking you for help. Actually, he suggested it, but it is a good idea. I know with your help, we can absolutely do this." you explain. "He is going to take his vacation here. Tomorrow he's going to go look for a house to rent, and he'll be here until he feels his 'spark' again, probably a few months. If I can manage it, I'll make the Ponyville Dam his first project when he's back, so that'll buy us even more time."
>"I still don't know why we're here. This doesn't sound very awesome, just kind of boring and mushy."
>"Rainbow Dash, hush." Rarity scolds."So while he's here we are going to try to set him up? Play a little matchmaker, hmm?"
"Exactly. But you all know Anon, he'll probably avoid any outright blind dates."
>"Oh, well, I don't know that I'll be much help..." Fluttershy mumbles. "Things with us didn't exactly go well."
"Oh hush, Fluttershy. I am sure Anon doesn't hold any of that against you. It was an honest accident." Rarity assures her.
>"Aw yeah, I smell a recon mission!" Dash smiles. "I'll take a few days off to tail him once he has his place."
>"You're just tryin' to skip work" Applejack snorts.
>Rainbow merely shrugs.
>"Okay. I'm going to try a more social approach. But since I'm helping him settle in, that'll be easy. The rest of you girls start thinking about who you think he might work well with, and we'll meet back here next week. Okay?"
>They all nod in agreement, and the meeting breaks up.
>Whew, first task complete.

>Strolling through Ponyville, you can't help but reminisce about your first year in this world.
>The wild Pinkie Parties
>Late nights spent trying to recapture human ideas with Twi.
>Autumn was painted brightly on the trees, maybe you could jump in on some Hoofball with Rainbow and AJ.
>Man, some of the other teams really hated her that year.
>The animals would be getting ready for the first snow, Fluttershy would probably love some help.
>You never did get that squash soup recipe from her.
>And you couldn't forget Rarity.
>The only pony who really /got/ you when you first arrived.
>Sure, Twilight adored your vision and the new science you brought to this world.
>But she had a hard time holding a conversation without it turning back to one of those things.
>No, Rarity was the pony you turned to when you just needed a friend to talk to.
>...is it cheating if you talk to her about this whole Herd thing?
>You know that she's supposed to be helping Twilight...but she's still one of your closest friends.
>She's the only one you wrote letters to.
>Of course, she's also the only one who you figured would read and respond to letters.
>A hearty laugh escapes you as you try to imagine Dash writing a letter.
"Dear Anon, I am so awesome and I wanted to remind you. Signed, the future captain of the wonderbolts."
>"Anon? Who are you talking to?"
>Looking over, Twilight is at your side.
"Just talking to myself, Twi. What are you up to today?"
>"Well, I knew you were looking for a place today, so I thought I'd tag along!"
>You raise a brow and turn to her.
"You know you don't have to do that, Twilight. I'm a grown man, I can do this myself."
>"Oh I know. But won't it be more fun with a friend?"
"Fair enough." you nod, tousling her mane "Just leave the interior design to Rarity, okay? I want a house, not a lab or a library."
>"Hay! I've done a much better job with my palace!"
"You know Rarity and I kept in touch, right?"
>"Just because I asked for some advice doesn't mean I didn't do a better job." she huffs.
"I guess that's true." you shrug, pulling open the door to a realtor's office. "Hello?"
>"Ah, Mister Anonymous! And Princess Sparkle, always a pleasure." The brown pony at the desk says, standing to greet you. "My name is Gablegait, but you can call me Gabe."
"Excellent to meet you, Gabe. I'll be spending the next several months here and need a home."
>"Well, rentals are few in town, but if you're okay with a townhome I can-"
"No, I need a single family place." You interrupt, perusing some listings tacked to the wall.
>"Well, that does make things a bit tricky, but I might be able to find a seller willing to rent for a while..."
>...
>These prices man... way cheaper than Canterlot.
>...it would send all the wrong signals...
>...absolutely going to encourage her...
>But it will probably be way easier that finding a seller who will rent.
>Gabe is droning on about the arduous process ahead when you clear your throat, cutting him off.
"You know what? If these prices are typical for the area, I can afford to buy." you say, indicating the listings on the wall. "I'm used to Canterlot real estate, this is much more affordable."
>"Oh! Yes, you'll find Ponyville much cheaper than Canterlot. Still no interest in having one built?" he asks hopefully.
"None. I want something older, with character. If possible, with room for expansion. Like an old farmhouse on a large plot of land."
>"Okay, I get the idea, Mister Anonymous. How many bedrooms are you looking at?"
"Many."
>"Three or four?"
>"...or five or seven..." Twilight mutters. Gabe cocks his head at her.
"Hush. I am going to need quite a few in time. But for now, let's say a Master plus five would be ideal, but four to seven is the rough range."
>"Oh my, quite the plans you must have, Mister Anonymous."
>You groan internally while throwing a glance at Twilight, who has the good grace to look a bit apologetic.
"Yes... I suppose I do. Is there anything you can think of that might fit the bill?"
>"Oh yes, several, Mr. Anonymous." the stallion pulls a large binder out of a drawer and drops it on the desk with a resounding 'thud'.
>He shuffles through the many pages, occasionally pulling a few out.
>When he's finished, he puts the papers in his saddlebags and dons them.
>"We can walk to several of these. I'll call a carriage to take us to the last three." he says.
"Sure. It's gorgeous outside, why not."
>Gabe leads the way, and you follow him out, holding the door for Twilight.

"So Twilight, how goes the research?" you ask idly.
>"Oh, it's great Anon! It's basically all devoted to trying to recreate the calculators you talked about. I think I'm really getting somewhere!"
"That's great Twilight. Maybe someday I'll see a computer again."
>"Absolutely, Anon! This is just the beginning! Together we're going to get so much done!"
"Right after my nice, quiet, uneventful rest, right Twilight?"
>"Er, right. Of course. I'm sorry again, Anonymous. I really didn't mean for this to happen."
"Things have a way of working out." you reply, waving a dismissive hand. "Anyways, it isn't really my problem anymore is it?"
>Twilight winces at your words.
"Sorry, that came out a bit harsher than I meant. It's just how I'm dealing with the situation, reminding myself that I don't have to worry about it." you say, turning to smile down at her "I have the utmost faith in you and the girls."
>"Thanks, Anon." she smiles back.  "We won't let you down."

>You quickly dismissed all of the homes in town.
>Gabe was correct in finding large homes, all with character, but none had room to expand.
>And expansion would be essential with seven mares.
>You are currently touring an old farmhouse.
>In a quieter area a few blocks out of town, it used to belong to Carrot Top's grandparents.
>But as the town encroached, the family moved farther out, closer to their fields.
>It was obvious by the layout that numerous expansions had already been tacked on.
>But it was nice, it had a cozy feel to it.
>You weren't sure where you would put your studio, but that was a detail for later.
"Gabe, I really like this place." you decide. "Let's put this down as the first potential candidate."
>"Of course! I'm glad we finally found something for you!" he beams.
>"We should still see the other listings." Twilight interjects.
"Of course. There may be something better just up the road!" you agree.

>As you ride by carriage away from the next place (Very similar to the last one. Cheaper, but in disrepair. Too much work was needed. You swore off projects while you were on vacation) Gabe pipes up.
>"Anon, can you tell me what exactly you liked about the first farmhouse? Maybe I can find something more easily that way."
"Oh, sure. I guess I've been awfully quiet." you nod. "So it had character. You could see by the layout how more bedrooms and a new kitchen had been built onto the original house. It reminded me of the farm some of my, well, to be honest I don't remember how we were related, but let's say cousins owned."
>"You never mentioned them before. Did you not see them often?" Twilight asks.
"Just once a year. The full extended family got together out there for a big reunion every Fall." you muse. "The kids would all get a free pumpkin from the farmers to carve for Halloween."
>Gabe looks at you, confused.
>"Halloween is the human version of Nightmare Night." Twilight explains proudly.
"Sure is. Maybe that's why I liked that place so much. Could be that the season is just making me nostalgic for those family get-togethers!" you laugh.
>Gabe smiles and nods.
>"Anything else? Anything you didn't like?"
"It's got a lot of rooms, and looks like it could be pretty easily expanded and renovated as needed. But nothing really struck me as my office." you admit. "I'm just waiting for a room that really pops. Just hits me and screams 'this is where I will draw up plans for the Ponyville dam' or 'I can already feel the itch to redesign Baltimare's harbor' you know?"
>"Hmmm, your work is important to you, yes?"
"It's become a part of me, yes." You reply. "Even if I need to get away from it once in a while."
>"It seems all great ponies are like that. So you hope to work from home? Be closer to your family even in the middle of a big project?"
"Yeah. I always was a family man. My situation just got a little, complicated." you explain. "I was the only human here, and that species barrier is... well, it's not been easy to get past. Plus I'm always buried over my head in some royal project or another...I've just never had the time."
>"A family is a big responsibility." Gabe nods sagely. "But it is obvious you've put a lot of thought into this. I am sure you will do fine."
>The carriage stops and Gabe hops out.
>Before you stands a home that is half Georgian-manor and half haunted house.
>The red brick and white trim meld seamlessly with the bright colors of the fall foliage, and it is obviously a home of considerable size.
>However, that trim is faded and peeling, a few shutters hang loosely from their anchors (or are missing entirely) and when the grass peeks out from under the fallen leaves it nearly reaches your knees.
>"This one needs a bit of work, but I assure you, it should meet all other requirements."
>With a groan, you follow Gabe into the house.
>"Anon, I know you don't want a project house, so why even bother?" Twilight objects.
>You look ahead at the enthusiastic realtor opening the door up ahead.
"I can see the positives already, even though I'm aware that it has a lot of negatives." you say slowly. "I am willing to trust Gabe enough to take a look inside."
>"There's a perfectly available plot of land just a block away from the castle, why not just build a home there?" she asks. "You'd have more control, and probably put in as much work as you will in this old place."
"I suppose." you concede. "We'll see how much work actually needs to be done."
>Gabe waves you excitedly over and leads the way inside.
>"The Haymaker Estate belonged to one of Ponyville's first families. They arrived with the Apples, you know." Gabe explains as you admire the spacious entry hall. "The old Hayseed built it when his children moved out and scattered to settle new lands. Sold most of the farm so him and his wife could live here comfortably when he retired."
"The floor is worn to hell." you remark dryly. "And the lamps are old oil lamps still."
>"Come Anonymous, let me show you the rest of the house." Gabe smiles.
>Begrudgingly, you follow him on the tour.
>Eight bedrooms and four bathrooms line a long hall to the right of the staircase.
>So that each of the Old Hayseed's children could visit simultaneously, Gabe explained.
>Three doors lay to the left.
"This is one hell of a bedroom." you muse, stepping into a room easily three times the size of the others.
>"Too bad about the bathroom." Twilight adds, scrunching her face at not just an out of date, but a falling apart bathroom.
"It was a nice tile job when it was new." you counter, picking up a fallen tile from the floor. "You'd pay a lot of money for this kind of craftsmanship in Canterlot."
>Back downstairs, the rooms are largely unassigned living areas. The kitchen is an outdated galley style monstrosity, but the dining room is elegantly designed, offering great views of the river and Ponyville beyond.
>Lifting an old moving sheet that was left behind, you get a glimpse of what the wood floors used to look like, and crouching down, you give the worn out wood a fair appraisal.
>A massive stone fireplace adds real character to a cavernous common room. As does some truly awful wallpaper in several other rooms throughout the home.
>Ugh, you really hated the prospect of such an endeavor, but the home certainly had a lot of character, and more than enough space.
"Okay Gabe, I get the idea. The place is huge, I've seen enough."
>"One last room, my friend." he smiles knowingly. "I think you'll really like this."
>You nod and follow, being led back upstairs.
"So Gabe, this place needs a ton of work. I hope the price is manageable."
>"Oh, it's the same as the Stoney Home downtown."
>"That home was in pristine condition and located right on Market Street in Ponyville." Twilight scowls.
>"Yes, but this has three more bedrooms, two more rooms downstairs-"
>"And is falling apart!"
>"Let's let Mr. Anonymous make the decision, Princess." Gabe replies cooly, pushing open the door to the final room.
>As big as the Master bedroom across the hall, the spacious room has floor to ceiling windows on two sides like the Dining Room, and its own private second-floor porch.
>Natural light flows in through the windows, and you can't help but step quickly to the door and out onto the deck.
>The railing is rotting, and the boards underneath you show considerable wear from years of exposure, but the view of the river and Ponyville, wreathed in Autumn colors, was breathtaking.
>As Twilight prattles on about how impractical the location is, you spot an old stone boathouse next to a collapsed dock on the river, and a few hearty gourds hold out in the overgrown garden across the back lawn.
>A few minutes later, you find yourself standing inside again, still staring out at the river, paperwork for the place in hand.
"The Haymaker's will be most pleased to hear someone with the bits to buy is interested. They haven't received a serious offer in a while." Gabe was saying.
>Staring at the boathouse reminded you of the Riverfront in Austin, and the Lakeshore in Chicago and Milwaukee.
>The Purple Princess is listing off many reasons the Haymakers hadn't received an offer in a long time.
"Twi." you interrupt. "Make a note, that I need to talk to you about revitalizing Fillydelphia's Riverfront."
>"What?"
"Their Riverfront is a hodgepodge of docks built as needed, without any plan. It is hideous and disorganized and a wasted opportunity."
>"Ummm, Anon?"
"We could condense the commercial docks into a central location and turn the Riverfront there into a great place for ponies to congregate. Restaurants, boutiques, upscale bars, all watching the ships sail up and down the river."
"But what about Manehattan-"
"Throw in some parks, maybe a new band shell- their orchestra could play their summer concert series there!" you shout. "They've got that cellist I adore, you know, the soloist the Canterlot Orchestra brought in when they put on 'Gallopfrey's Night' last year?"
>"Mr. Anonymous, are you ready to make an offer?"
>Snapped back to reality, you remember Gabe is standing with you.
"Oh, yes, about that. Can I take these home?" you ask, indicating the papers. "I need to write a few letters and do some research. Can I meet you back here in say- a week?"
>"My office would be easier to get to." he grins.
"Right. That." you nod sheepishly. "I want to get a few more opinions before I buy."
>"I am glad you're so interested. Let's go so you can write those letters."

>The next day you spend reading, wandering Twilight's palace (you never really had the chance to see all of it), and you air mail a few letters to Canterlot.
>A letter each to Celestia, Jim Beam and Walnut.
>The next day you are sitting under a tree near the river reading their responses when someone calls your name.
>Sitting up, you look around and spot a familiar white mare trotting towards you.
>Setting down the letters, you straighten up against the tree as she sits next to you.
>"Anonymous, predictable as always I see." she smiles.
"You know me well." you nod, smiling back. "I don't see you over here too often. Unless you were looking for me?"
>"Guilty as charged, darling. I was going to invite you over for Dinner, but alas, you were nowhere to be found."
"So you looked in all of my favorite haunts."
>"Precisely. And it certainly worked, didn't it?"
"It did." you chuckle, gaze returning to the river. "It sure did."
>The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, watching a rowing team cruise down the river.
>"You usually have a book with you, but I only spy a few letters."
"Indeed."
>"May I ask who you are writing, seeing that your beloved penpal is sitting beside you?"
"It's unladylike to pry, m'dear."
>"Well!" she huffs. "Very well, keep your secrets."
"Relax, Rares." you laugh. "One is from Celestia, another from my foreman, and the third is from an expert Woodworker I know."
>"Ah, yes. That makes sense. Twilight was over for tea yesterday and she told me all about the wreck you're so interested in."
"Did she now?"
>"She simply would not stop ranting about how illogical your thought process was."
"Did she mention that it's a half mile outside of town?"
>"Do you know, she did!"
"And that it is in a state of disrepair?"
>"Yes, I believe that came up."
"Even though I didn't want a project?"
>"Came up as often as the state of the building."
"How about the absolutely dated decor?"
>"Actually, I don't think she once mentioned how it looked." Rarity pauses. "No, she only described it in terms of repairs and such."
"She never was one to appreciate aesthetics."
>"Oh don't I know it!"
"So she probably didn't mention the hand-inlayed floors then?"
>"Really? Are they salvageable?"
"That's one of the reasons I asked Wally to come out from Fillydelphia. He'll be able to tell me."
>"What else did dear Twilight fail to tell me?"
"You know what, I'm taking another tour of the place tomorrow morning. Are you free?"
>"I will make it so that I am!" she squeals. "Oh the curiosity is simply killing me!"
"Heh. I bet it is." you smirk. "Say Rarity, do you mind if I ask you something?"
>"That depends, Anonymous. What do you want to know?"
"It's about this whole herd thing-"
>"Ah let me stop you there, darling." she interrupts. "Let's go back to my house, where we can discuss this in private."
"I didn't think it was that big of a deal, I don't want to impose."
>"Nonsense!" she cries with a flail of her hooves. "I wanted to invite you over for dinner anyways!"
"Generosity be thy name." you sigh, rising from your seat.
>After brushing yourself free of a few errant leaves, you follow the marshmallow mare to her abode.

>"And so, after I untangled Scootaloo of course, I sent the three of them off to bother Applejack while I reorganized my work room..."
"Again."
>"Again."
"Ah, but they mean well." you laugh, relaxing against the couch. "You should push Sweetie towards journalism. I'm more inclined to give my interviews to her from now on than those rats in the Canterlot press."
>"Shush-sh-sh-sh!" she pleads "Don't give them any ideas!"
"What's the matter?" you ask, leaning closer to her as she sits down on the other end of the sofa.
>"Well, you see darling, the Foal Free Press is rather... hit and miss with its reporting."
>Your cocked eyebrow matches your piqued curiosity.
"Go on."
>"I know that they did a very good job reporting on the dam and interviewing you, but they have also misreported a few stories and embarrassed several ponies."
"So they need a new editor. No big deal." you shrug.
>"Indeed." she nods. "Now as for your herding questions, what did you want to know?"
"Why?" you sigh bluntly. "Why do this? What signals did I give that indicated I in any way wanted this?"
>Rarity fails to stifle a giggle.
>"Oh Anon, you can be so dense sometimes! It isn't the signals you gave, it's the ones you didn't!"
"What does that even mean?" you groan in exasperation.
>This pony.
>Always trying to be mysterious.
>Mares.
>"Oh don't give me that!" she chides playfully. "I'll explain. Do you remember the first month you were here?"
"Vividly, why?"
>"What did you do for that month?"
"I spent most of it in the Treebrary, learning the language and getting used to Equestrian Life."
>"And who did you see every day?"
"Twilight."
>"Anyone else?"
"Spike."
>"Very well, yes. Anyone else?"
"Not daily, no."
>"How about weekly?"
"I'd usually see one of you guys at least once a week."
>"One of us. Not a particular one of us, just one of the Elements who happened to make up the entirety of Twilight's social circle. And when did that all change?"
...
"Pinkie."
>"Yes, precisely. Pinkie Pie found out Twilight was leaving you home alone for three whole days. And how many of those days did she leave you home alone?"
"None. I get it, ponies are social. Pinkie thought I was lonely because I spent all my time studying, even though I was just trying to get my bearings. You ponies and your herd mentality." you throw your arms in the air and laugh. "Ridiculous!"
>"Oh hush, we were simply worried about you darling!"
"I don't see how that reflects on my current situation though."
>"Anon, dear, assume you found yourself in a work-eat-sleep routine, and you replaced Ponyville with Canterlot and the Element of Laughter with the Princess of Love. What do you think would happen?"
"I really walked into this mess, didn't I, Rares?"
>"You absolutely did, dear." she agrees. "Did you need to know anything else?"
"How to foil this whole plan, in detailed step-by-step instructions, if you would be so kind."
>"Oh stop being so melodramatic" she chastises you, rolling her eyes. "A little romance would do a kind heart like yours good."
"Flattery will not warm my icy heart to this proposition."
>"A kind heart, and an infuriatingly stubborn personality."
"Touche, Squiggletail."
>Swiping your face with said tail, she glares at you.
>She hates that nickname.
>"I hate that nickname!" she frowns.
>Called it.
"You're adorable when you're flustered." you say, stretching. "What are you cooking? It smells delicious!"
"Just a simple Ratatouille, I feel it just fits cool Autumn nights perfectly."
>Always with Prench culture.
>She has a point though, a hearty stew just /feels/ like Fall.
"Sounds good to me. I don't suppose your beverage policy has changed?"
>"How such a cultured Gentlecolt as yourself drinks such swill is beyond me." she sniffs.
"A place for everything, and everything in its place." you sagely reply. "If I'm not mistaken, the White Terror should be free soon, would you like me to grab her on my way back?"
>"That would be lovely, darling. Thank you!"
>Rising from your seat, you don your jacket and step out into the crisp afternoon.
>Acquiring a case of ale at the market, you smile and wave to all the familiar faces, and some new ones.
>Ponyville is such a friendly place, you've really missed it.
>It's so busy, yet so peaceful. Like a painting of how life used to be. Quaint, Rustic and Familiar.
>Comfortable, really.
>Your inner monologue is interrupted by a familiar drawl calling you over to the apple stand.
>"Howdy Anon! Good to see ya out and about!"
"I learned my lesson. I won't need Doctor Pinkie Pie's Party Prescription this time 'round."
>"Aw shucks, that was a mite bit fun, as I remember it." she beams. "But Anon, I was wonderin'..."
>She drops her voice and leans in, looking suspiciously around.
>You lean down close as well.
>"Any chance you'd be interested in some hoofball?"
"Absolutely. But why are we whispering?"
>"Things are a little more competitive than last time you were around. And since Rainbow's schedule changed she hasn't been able to make the games anymore."
"How bad is it?"
>"Big Mac is still the best linepony in the league, and I'm mighty fine at rushin' if I do say so myself, but our quarterback is terrible."
"Short?"
>"Worse. The fella's lazy." she snorts. "He never runs, he always handed it off to me or threw a short to Dash and let her outrun the defense."
"And without Rainbow, he just hands it to you every time."
>"I'm gettin' my flank kicked out there, Sugarcube." she nods wearily.
"When's practice?"
>"Tomorrow evenin' at The Acres.
"I'll be there." you promise.
>Walking away, you make good time to the schoolhouse, arriving just moments before the fillies and colts flood the streets.
>Spotting the troublesome trio, you wade through the crowd of parents to reach them.
"Sweetie!" you call out as you get near. "Rarity sent me to get you!"
>Turning to see who was calling her, the filly's face lights up as she runs towards you.
>"Anon!" she squeaks. "Did you see my story in the paper!?"
"I did. Best interview I ever gave, and I'm being completely honest." you say, crouching down.
>"Really? Maybe I can get my cutie mark in reporting!"
"Well now, little missy, I've heard some ponies that aren't as enthusiastic about that as I am."
>A blush creeps onto her face as her ears fold back.
>"Oh, yeah. We have sorta screwed up a couple of times." she admits, pawing the ground.
>On the walk to the boutique, Sweetie fills you in on their latest escapades.
>Finally reaching your destination, you set the filly down and she runs in ahead of you.
>As Sweetie puts her school things away, you help Rarity set the table, then pour yourself a beer.
>Drinking from the bottle wouldn't have bothered you, but Rarity couldn't stand it.
>She even bought some special glasses, just for you, when she realized she'd never get you to stop drinking the occasional beer.
>If the setting was right, wine would suffice. A cocktail was never amiss, there was something for every mood, after all. And Sweet Apple Acres hard cider was always a delight.
>But for the haute-couture obsessed seamstress, only wine would do.
>Ridiculous.
>You join the others at the table, and Rarity serves up the Ratatouille.
>Dinner is quiet and uneventful. You started to bring up the herd thing, but thought better of it with Sweetie Belle around.
"Another perfect dinner." you sigh, looking at Rarity. "I've really missed your cooking."
>"Oh please, Anon. It was nothing."
>"Then why were you fussing over it all week?"
"What?"
>"She's been trying to figure this out for like, four days." Sweetie says, making a face.
>You give Rarity a questioning look, but the doorbell stops you before you can investigate.
>"Where's my precious Sweetie Belllle?" a familiar voice calls, as Rarity's parents come by to relieve Rarity.
>Her dad and you discuss hoofball, while Sweetie Belle gathers her things.
>When the storm finally calms, you find yourself quietly drying dishes as Rarity hands them to you.
>"So Anonymous." she speaks up, breaking the silence. "What more did you want to discuss about your herd?"
"I don't know. I guess I felt I needed to talk about it, but I really don't know where to start."
>"No Canterlot mares you have your eye on already?"
"I never really had the time. I really never made any friends outside of work. By the time I got home, it was order-in dinner then hit the hay."
>"Order in? Anonymous, that kind of diet is terrible for your health!"
"Tell me about it. I know I'm out of shape." you sigh. "It's one of the reasons I took a break from work."
>"Hmmm, yes. Well, I can certainly see the appeal of having your friends lend a helping hoof the way your schedule pushes you, darling. But are you sure you have time for a mare, let alone seven?"
"I didn't make this decision, remember?"
>"Indeed. Twilight means well, but she sometimes overdoes it..."
"I know." you grunt. "And when she's here with her friends you all keep her grounded."
>"There is a 'but' at the end of that sentence~"
"But when she's around Celestia she's still the overeager apprentice."
>"Ah yes. You are not the only one to make that observation, Anonymous."
"It's pretty obvious." you nod.
>"But to get back on track, summing up what you've told me, you need either more time at home or some very low-maintenance mares."
"Yeah, or I guess if they were a tight-knit group it would work too."
>"Yes...yes! Yes, that's it! Oh darling, I have an excellent idea!"
"Easy Rares, don't go all Twilight on me now."
>"Always ruining my fun!" she scolds, lightly hitting your shoulder. "But seriously, Anon, I promise this will go well. And you won't even know you're on a date!"
"Should you be telling me all of this...?"
>"Anon, who knows you better than anypony else in this town?"
"You do." you sigh. "What do you need me to do?"
>"You and I are going to the spa -not tomorrow, we'll be busy looking at your project house and I /do/ have to work at some point- but I think the day after? Right after lunch will do nicely, don't you think? I have some plans we need to smooth out, don't forget to bring your calendar!"
"And we are going to the spa why?"
>"Because it's the time Fluttershy and I always go, dear. It'll be a great time for us all to catch up while helping our dear friend manage his woeful mare problems!"
"I don't have mare problems-"
>"Just because you don't have a marefriend doesn't mean you don't have problems. Now be a dear and help me put these away so I can break out the after-dinner wine!"


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Chapter 2
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>"This wallpaper is simply dreadful, darling."
"Amen to that." you laugh. "It'll have to go."
>"Noted." Jim Beam nods, making a note on his clipboard.
>Upstairs Rarity fawns over the natural light in you potential office, but refuses to go outside on the balcony.
>"Anonymous, I can see just fine from here, I refuse to place my life in the hands of that deck!"
"Your loss."
>"I have to agree with Miss Rarity, to a degree, boss." Beam chimes in. "While it isn't an immediate danger, it is lacking in structural integrity."
"Very well, I was just going to have it restored and repaired, but I suppose you recommend a complete replacement?"
>"Yup."
"Give me an estimate for repairs and for replacement." you sigh. "We'll see what happens."
>After a tour of the bedrooms (Jim assures you the tile can be salvaged for reuse) your group makes its way down stairs.
>Walnut finds you as Jim inspects the main fireplace.
>"Anon, a word?"
"What's up, Wally?"
>"I've made my assessment." he says, handing you some papers. "The important floors can all be restored. A few rooms on the east end are rotten or water damaged beyond repair."
>You share a look with Rarity.
"Thanks Wally. You sticking around or heading home?"
>"As inclined as I am to vacation on your dime, I really do need to get home." he replies. "Besides, I suspect I'll be spending plenty of time here in the coming weeks."
"Nothing is set in stone."
>"Uh huh, see you in two weeks." he says, waving on his way out.
>Rejoining Jim, the three of you complete your inspection of the house.
>"I'll get in touch with the usual contractors and get a few quotes. Obviously Walnut will send his own. I should have a preliminary total in a few days."
"I have a meeting with Gabe, the realtor, in six. Will you have it to me by then?"
>"Not a problem. Contractors work best on a deadline anyways." Beam nods.
"I appreciate it, Jim. And thanks for coming on such short notice."
>"I overheard the princesses discussing your...situation, while I was dropping some paperwork off at your office in the palace." he shrugs "So this job wasn't that much of a surprise."
>Note to self: tell Twilight that the princesses should be more discreet.
>Also: All of Celestia's and Luna's projects are of lowered priority.
"Yeah, it sure is something." you grimace. "Anyways, thanks again. I'll keep an eye open for those bids."
>Beam leaves, and you and Rarity lock up behind him.
"So Rares, what do you think?"
>"Hmm, well I can see why you like it." she hums. "It certainly has a sort of charm to it, though it will need a lot of work."
>She stops, and you look down at her.
>"Anon, look me in the eye and tell me you are fit to start this project."
>Meeting her gaze, you can sense real concern.
>It surprises you -enough that you pause to truly consider her question.
>Taking a moment, you consider her words for a moment as you walk.
>It was going to be a lot of work.
>You weren't going to get much rest.
>Twilight was going to be on your case constantly.
>...
>No...
>You won't let the negatives stop you.
>You turn back to your friend and meet her gaze once more.
"Yes, Rarity. I can, and will, see this through."
>The mare smiles back as you resume walking.
>"Then I will help you as much as a mare can."

>Wearing your favorite jeans and a hoodie, you made your way to the field down by the river.
>You have been aware since the afternoon that Rainbow is following you.
>Rarity spotted her while you were out on the deck with Jim.
>But hey, you figure you can lure her into practice and sick AJ on her.
>So now you walk towards the group of ponies huddled around the Apple siblings.
>"A-anon!?" one of them gasps as he notices you.
"The one and only!"
>"Told ya we got a new secret weapon!" AJ beams.
>"Won't be a secret long, though." Big Mac drawls. "Not after we destroy the Stormers."
"Thunderlane's still using that name?" you ask, joining the group.
>"Some things never change, Sugarcube."
"Say AJ, what would you say if I told you Rainbow is here?" you asked in a hushed tone.
>"Say what now?"
"Look in the trees by the road I came in on." you nod.
>AJ surreptitiously glances that way under guise of grabbing something from her saddle bag.
>"Well I'll be... what's she doin' up there instead of down here?"
"She's been following me. Rares pointed it out."
>AJ chuckles.
>"That sounds like Rainbow alright." she says grabbing a rope from her bag.
>She ties a few knots then eyes the tree again.
>Like lightning, the rope shoots from her grasp, and she bites down hard on the rope, pulling mightily.
>With a yelp, a startled blue pegasus is dragged from her hiding place among the leaves.
>Big Mac grabs the rope and the Apples reel in the struggling Rainbow Dash.
>You simply sit on the ground and watch with your new teammates.
>"Welcome back, Rainbow!" one of them cheerfully greets.
>You look around, appraising the team.
>With you, the Apples, and Rainbow Dash, you'd be unstoppable.
"Hey Rainbow, you up for some pass-plays?"
>"Uh, h-hey Anon." she stumbles. "Y-yeah, let's play some hoofball!"
"You gonna stick with us for the games?"
>"I can't. Work-"
"If your work schedule changes?"
>"Uh, yeah. It's not like I wanted to quit."
"Alright. Where's that pigskin?" you say, getting up and clapping your hands together.

>The evening progresses quickly, and you take over the offense.
>Big Mac still calls the defense, and he's got a real knack for it.
>It's simple, clean, and brutally effective.
>Your offense is now a huge threat.
>Well, it will be.
>Needs a lot of practice.
>Rainbow is fast as always, but she's a bit rusty in that whole 'catch the damn ball' department.
>And the old QB, you've sent him back to where he began: Tight End.
>But he's also rusty, and needs more time to get in the game.
>You've got almost two weeks to practice still.
>And, if nothing else, you had a lot of fun and worked up a good sweat.
>Heading back towards town, Dash catches up to you and lands.
>"Hey Anon, that was great! We're gonna smash Thunderlane in the next game!"
"Yeah, I think we have a good chance. The work is really going to be on Mac to stop their run offense, I don't think we'll have any trouble putting points on the board."
>"So AJ told me you know I was following you-"
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure you were just trying to figure out how to help Twilight."
>"Heheh yeah."
"You working tomorrow?"
>"Nah, I took a few days off to follow you." she admits.
"You up for a couple of beers on me?"
>"Dude, are you kiddin' me? When have I ever turned down free beer?"
"When have you ever missed practice?"
>"I know, I know." she sighs. "I still don't know what to do about my schedule...
"Don't worry about it." you smile. "I've got a plan for that."
>"Alright dude, but if it doesn't happen I'm telling AJ it's your fault."
>You laugh, and lead the way into your old favorite bar.
"Hey Dusty, been a long time." you say, sliding into a seat at the bar.
>"Anon, good to see you! Visiting or staying?"
"Staying for a while." you say as Rainbow drops into the seat next to you. "Two of whatever's good."
>The older stallion stops to think and then pours two tall glasses.
>"Cider fer Rainbow, and a Hefe fer you, Anon."
"You remembered!"
>"Never ferget a regular." he nods sagely, then turns to a couple down the mahogany a ways.
>You shoot the shit with Rainbow for most of the evening.
>Her stunts, the latest adventures of the Elements, your projects, everything and anything.
>Eventually the beer starts to do its job, or the cider does at least.
>After an awkward pause, Rainbow gets real.
>"Anon, look. I'm not good at this mushy stuff."
"Hahaha you're telling me. So is this about why you were spying on me?"
>"No! Wait, yeah! C'mon Anon, you know what's goin' on here."
"I do~" you say with a smirk.
>"Anon! Knock it off, man. Like, just tell me what you want in a mare and I'll get right on it!"
"Alright, I think that's enough for tonight." you say as she finishes her cider.
>You pay the tab, and help Rainbow into the night.
>"Anon, come on, throw me a bone here!" she whines, leaning against you. "You tell me you want a shy pegasus, and I'll leave Flutters tied on your doorstep! Just give me a hint!"
"I'll not have you kidnapping ponies for me."
>"So no kidnapping, but the shy pegasus-"
"I'm not interested in Fluttershy, Dash."
>"She's a cute mare!"
"She is cute." you agree "But as you'll recall, Rarity already tried that. We're better as friends."
>"Aw man, but-"
"She had a nervous breakdown when we went on our first date, and I ended up in the hospital after our third. Fluttershy needs someone with a less active lifestyle."
>"Ooooh, I get it! I got it! Don't worry Anon, I know just the mare!" she says taking shakily to the air.
"Rainbow..."
>Before you can object, Rainbow Dash zips off, taking an erratic route towards her cloud home.
>You furrow your brow as she disappears into the night, then turn towards the Crystal Castle.

>The next morning you're reading the newspaper while listening to Spike airing his grievances.
>Treated like a child, unpaid, overworked.
>You know, the usual.
>Can't blame the little guy.
>He's been like this for about six months now, after he finally realized that Rarity was just humoring him.
>Rainbow Dash, god bless her, cannot keep a secret when she's drunk.
>She's not even the Element of Honesty.
>And now that he isn't fawning over Rarity, Spike has taken fair appraisal of his life.
>But that's Twilight's problem.
>As you read over an article about the most recent hoofball game, last night comes to mind.
>You decide to pay Fluttershy a visit, then maybe take a walk through Whitetail Woods.
>Folding the paper, you start for the door before remembering something else.
>You go to your room and scribble a brief note to Celestia, and grab a few bits.
>Returning to the kitchen, you spy Spike washing the dishes.
"Hey, Spike?"
>"What's up, Anon?"
"If you could send this message to Celestia I'd appreciate it. Bits are yours." you say, dropping the items on the table.
>"Really? Sure, thanks Anon!"
>Too easy.
>It's amazing how a little show of appreciation can make him happy.
>You hum idly to yourself as you walk out the door.

>With a knock, you arrive at Fluttershy's.
>She opens the door with some trepidation, but relaxes when she sees that it's you.
>"Oh, um, hello Anonymous. Come in, please."
>You make your way inside, and she leads you to the kitchen.
>Looks like she just finished breakfast herself.
>"So, um, what can I do for you Anon?"
"I just came by to see how you were doing." you shrug, watching as she puts on a kettle.
>"Oh, well, you know, nothing exciting."
"Naturally" you smile. "How are the animals?"
>"They have their days." she sighs. "Most days they're just a delight to be around, but sometimes..."
"I take it today isn't most days." you frown.
>"It's just that Angel Bunny has been sick, and without him to help, the animals can get a bit rascally."
"What's wrong with him?"
>"Just a nasty little bit of Bunny Pox, he'll be fine in a week or two."
"A week or two? That sounds kind of serious."
>"Well, I never let him get sick like that when he was little, and Bunny Pox gets worse as you get older. But he'll be fine, he just needs to rest."
"There's no medicine for it or anything?"
>"Zecora could probably help..."
"But then you'd have to go into the Everfree." you say, nodding in comprehension. "Not a problem. I was going to go walk in Whitetail Woods, I'll go to Zecora's instead."
>"Oh, Anon! Thank you!" she squees, hugging you tightly.
"Not a problem. Can't have the best vet in town getting all stressed out."
>Tea is served, and you settle into a nice little conversation, admittedly you do have to ask a lot of questions just to keep her talking.
>She's really a nice girl, if a bit socially inept.
>She very animatedly described her visit to the Fillydelphia Botanical Gardens.
>Apparently they have extensive avian and butterfly gardens there.
>She just lit up describing it.
>But soon she had to go take care of some of her animals, so you rose to leave.
>"Anon, um, before you go?" she speaks up at the door. "I'm sorry, about last time..."
"Hey, you and I are different people. That's fine. You're okay with us as friends, right?"
>"Oh thank you, I'm just glad you aren't mad at me." she smiles sweetly.
>You run your hand through her mane, and then you're on your way.

>Be Fluttershy
>It was lovely to talk to Anon again.
>He was so patient with you, even Rarity wasn't that patient.
>Anon has always been so good to you, he deserves a special somepony in his life.
>You may not be very good at this kind of thing, but gosh darn it you knew more about Anon than most ponies.
>Maybe as much as Rarity.
"Rarity..." you mumble aloud as you clean the henhouse. "Her and Anon would be so nice together."
>It occurs to you that you have a spa date with her today.
>You'll have to talk with her about some mares for Anon.
>It would be good to be prepared, you just know Rarity already has a long and useless list in mind.
>She'll have arranged every mare in town in order of most to least cultured.
>Anon only ranks halfway up that list himself, probably.
>You giggle to yourself remembering how uncomfortable he was in that suit on your first date.
>Good thing you lightened the mood by accidentally tripping that other tables waiter.
>Filthy Rich is a big jerk anyways.
>What was it Anon said?
>"I don't know why he's complaining, he's usually covered in whine from that brat of his anyways."
>Smiling at the memory, you start considering your friends in town.

>Be Anon.
>Already a mile into the woods, and it is dark and verdant.
>You always loved the way the light filtered through a dense forest.
>Especially in the fall.
>The bronze mats of fallen leaves underfoot, the silver trunks of the trees, and most importantly the bonfire pallet of the turning leaves above you, brilliantly illuminated in the mid-morning sun.
>Several times you pass squirrels or deer, and once you spy a coyote.
>It still bothers you a little how... managed... the wildlife is in most Equestrian locales.
>Takes some of the excitement out of running into the odd woodland creature.
>Suddenly the trees open up into a wide field.
>You stop and look around.
>Tall grass covers the meadow, with the forest continuing on the other side.
>You're pretty sure you've never been here before, so that must mean you missed a turn somewhere.
>Well done, Anon. Bravo.
>Henry the Navigator, right here folks.

>You spot a pony across the meadow though, so it is unlikely that this is a particularly dangerous area.
>Tan with a dark red mane, maroon maybe? Hard to tell from here.
>You're pretty sure you've seen her around town before.
>Either way, you're lost, and you have no map, so off you go to meet a new pony!
>Wading through the grass, you realize that the pony is gathering some sort of, well, it looks like sumac to be honest.
>Never know in this world though.
>Peach honey, blue strawberries... grocery shopping was a trip when you first landed here.
"Hey, uh, can I ask you a question?" you say as you get close.
>Turning to face you, the pony drops the polesaw she was using and wipes her brow with a hoof.
>"Hi, yeah. Unless it's about the sumac, I've already filed on this field.
"So it is sumac, neat." you reply. "But no, I don't need any of that. I need some directions. I was trying to get to Zecora's but ended up here."
>"Oh, sure!" she chirps brightly. "You must have come from over by Fluttershy's, right?"
"How'd you know?"
>"She's a friend, so I come from that direction a lot. It's easy to end up here instead of on the path south though if you're not paying attention or don't know where you're going."
>Ouch, your pride.
>"I'm probably going to Zecora's after I finish collecting here, I could just show you if you want."
"As long as I'm back in town by three." you say with a shrug.
>"Hot date?" she asks smugly.
>You just laugh as she takes up her polesaw again.
>After watching her for a few minutes, you realize that you can make this go a lot faster by being twice her height and having hands.
>You pick up a pair of clippers she has with her, and get to work gathering.
>It speeds things up a lot, and the bush is soon clear of its deep red berry clusters.
>"Show-off" you hear her mutter under her breath.
"Sorry?"
>"Nothing, nothing." she smiles. "Thanks for the help. Let's get to Zecora's in time to get you back home."
>The two of you proceed into the forest, Roseluck leading the way.
"I don't really have a date, you know."
>"Are you sure? Rarity is clever like that."
"How do you know I'm going to visit Rarity?"
>"Because no one buys more flowers in Ponyville than her." she smiles. "And Rarity loves to talk."
"That she does." you laugh. "But Rarity and I are good friends. Nothing more."
>"I think that's what she thinks, too." she grins slyly. "But some ponies are more observant."
"Some ponies are very nosey." you counter.
>"Pays to know your customers."
"You know, I just realized, you have me at a disadvantage. You are...?"
>"Roseluck, Anon. But you can call me Rose."
"Very well, Miss Rose."
>"Just Rose. I'm no princess."
>You smile at that.
"You know quite a bit, I may have underestimated you, Rose."
>"Now that could be dangerous. Mares are wily." she quips.
"So is it Rarity or Fluttershy that talks about me?"
>"That would be telling. But I'll let you know, just this once, that both do. And a few others from time to time."
"I never knew I was so popular."
>"Many single mares seem to find you quite the catch. I can't wait to see who you pursue." she answers with a twinkle in her eye.
"Do you share the things you hear, Rose?"
>"Sometimes. I always try to help my friends." she looks at you with genuine curiosity. "Why?"
"Do you know why I'm back in town?"
>"I assumed it was the dam. In that interview you mentioned it."
"I did. Good interview. But no, I am, not entirely willingly, on the market."
>A pause.
"For multiple mares."
>"That explains why I've been hearing so much about you all of a sudden."
"I hope Fluttershy is okay with it."
>Rose gives you her most sincere smile yet.
>"Don't worry about 'Shy, Anon. She's grateful that you helped her as much as you did. But she's very happy just being your friend. Like I told Rarity, her social anxieties are something she needs to work through with a professional, not a special somepony."
"I'm becoming suspicious of how much you seem to know, Rose."
>She ignores your statement.
>"I do know a mare who will be keenly interested in this news." she muses quietly. "So tell me hot stuff, why a herd, and why now?"
"The answer to both is 'the princesses'"
>"Your alpha mare is a princess?"
>You have to stop while you laugh, taking a knee while you catch your breath.
"Oh God, ohhhh. Oh man, no. No no no."
>"What's so funny? I know Princess Twilight has eyes for you."
>Note: save that info for later.
>It does explain a lot.
"I am not, and I never have been, dating a princess." you assure her. "I don't really know the first thing about herding, it's something I'll have to ask Rarity about later today."
>"So the princesses are making you form a herd?"
"Yup."
>"I'm gonna guess...you're well off, smart, but a non-pony. I'll go with four."
"I wish."
>"Three?"
"Wrong direction."
>"You're complaining about having a large herd? Also, five."
"Yes, and no."
>"You'll come around to it, Anon. You just need to meet the right mares."
"Well, I'm letting the Elements find them, so hopefully that works out. I get to relax and have fun while they figure this mess out. I should point out that it's all Twilight's fault this happened."
>"Those six are a little...crazy, when they're together at least. Also, you said no to five?"
"Twilight is better with the others to balance her. And that is correct, five it too low. Shall I tell you?"
>"Six. It has to be six."
"Seven."
>"Seven!?"
"Seven." you nod grumpily. "We're here."
>Before Rose can respond, you knock on the door, summoning Zecora.
>"Ah, Anon! My foreign friend, what helping hoof may I lend?
"Zecora, it has been a long time. Next time you're in Ponyville you should look me up so we can catch up. Sadly though, I am here on business today."
>"I'm glad to hear you're back in around, I shall stop by when I'm in town." she smiles warmly. "But you say your visit has a cause, but you did not say what it was."
"Angel Bunny, Fluttershy's rabbit, is sick with Bunny Pox. She said you might have something to help him?"
>She ponders and begins to look over her various remedies and herbs.
>"All poxes are their most severe, in beings getting on in years. But for the rabbit you will find, a helping friend in starfruit rind." she says, handing you a sack of the fruits. "Rub the creature once a day, to help the pox fade away."
"Wow, that's simple. Thanks Zecora!"
>"Zecora? I've got some things from my latest trip..."
"I'll leave you ladies to it, I need to get back." you say, making your way to the door. "And thank you for your help today, Miss Roseluck."
>"Have fun on your date!" she winks.
>You shake your head as you make your way down the path, leaving the giggling mares behind you.
>These ponies.
>Ridiculous.
>Rose in particular.
>Soon you're back in town, and you make your way to Fluttershy's place.
>Seems she's not at home, so you leave a note and the sack of fruits on her doorstep.
>Checking the time, you realize you have exactly three minutes to get halfway across town to the spa.
>Blessed mother of acceleration, don't fail us now!
>You jog through town, making it to the spa ten minutes after the hour.
>Pausing outside, you catch your breath and straighten your clothes.
>Casually dressed, fashionably late.
>Pushing open the door, the twin ponies who run the spa look up and seem surprised to see you.
"I am supposed to meet Rarity here, am I early?"
>"Oh, no, she is here." the blue one answers. "One moment."
>You shrug and take a seat.
>"It is not often we get customers that are not ponies." the pink one says, walking up to you.
"Well I'm used to being gawked at a bit." you chuckle. "I'm Anonymous, by the way."
>"Of course, Mister Anonymous. I am Aloe. My sister is Lotus. Is there something you hope to get out of your visit?"
>Oh hoh!
>Assuredly not what she meant.
>Rarity wouldn't take you to that kind of spa.
>You knew some Canterlot types that probably would.
>"Mister Anonymous?"
"Sorry, lost in thought." you chuckle sheepishly "I don't know what you can really do for me, I'm just here to humor Rarity. I guess I'll put myself in your hooves, ma'am."
>She giggles cutely.
"Let me go see what we can do for you, Mister Anonymous."
>With that she disappears into the back room.
>Moments later her sister, Lotus, appears.
>"Mister Anonymous, Miss Rarity and Miss Fluttershy are finishing their mud baths, if you would follow me, you can meet them in the hot tub."
>You pull yourself to your feet and gesture for her to lead the way.
>Passing through the mud room, you wave to Fluttershy, who returns it with a small smile.
>"Mister Anonymous, Miss Rarity and Miss Fluttershy will join you here." Lotus explains, indicating the large oaken tub.
>You nod, and when she doesn't immediately leave you turn away, drop your towel, and slide in.
>"It is fascinating, Mister Anonymous, to see a being without fur." Lotus says, suddenly beside you, leaning on the edge of the tub. "I think it will be easy to massage somepony when you can see all of their muscles."
>Not sure how to feel about this.
>"I will be back with your friends, there is a bell over there if you need anything." she giggles, picking up on your discomfort. "And do try to relax."
>As she turns to leave you feel her tail run across your shoulders.
>You need an adult.
>On the other hand...twins, Basil.
>If this is anything like Earth, that wouldn't really be an option.
>But this isn't really like Earth.
>Well, sometimes.
>Definitely no herding on Earth.
>Well, not outside of rural Utah.
>On the other hand...
>From a purely selfish standpoint...
>Having a masseuse as a marefriend probably has its benefits.
>You feel kind of like an asshole thinking of it that way though.
>Instead you think about the house you were almost certainly going to buy.
>Leaning back, you sink a bit lower and relax.
>"Anon, nice of you to come, I know this isn't your thing, darling."
"We all know" you say, sitting up "that if I hadn't shown up a very angry marshmallow would have stormed to the castle and given me a piece of her mind."
>A chorus of giggles signals some agreement in the room as Rarity scowls at you.
>"Very well, yes." she sniffs "I suppose that is true."
>"Um, are you having a good time, Anon?"
"I've only been here about ten minutes, but so far so good." you say, flashing her a thumbs up.
>"So we've been discussing your situation, darling. Running through some ideas and such."
"Have you unlocked the secrets to reviving my cold, dead heart?"
>"Oh Anon" Fluttershy titters "You have the softest heart in Ponyville."
>Ack!
>Fluttershy used Kindness!
>It's Super Effective!
>"Fluttershy is right, dear. And you know it."
"I know no such thing." you deny, sliding back into the relaxing depths.
>"Well anyways, we had a little back and forth about it and we have some ideas."
>"I really didn't add that mu-"
>"Nonsense dear! I never would have thought to- oh! I nearly forgot you were here Anon."
>You wave your hand.
"Please, continue."
>Rarity throws you a look as you lean back, just keeping above the water as you close your eyes.
>The two drone on about some plan where they were going to set up some dinner parties or something, you aren't really paying attention.
>Well, really, it's mostly good ol' Squiggletail laying out her plan, while Fluttershy occasionally mumbles something in response.
>"Anon, can you, um, sit up a bit?"
"Sure Flutters."
>Sliding up, you get comfortable again, throwing your arms and head back to rest on the rim.
>After a few moments a pair of hooves land on your shoulders.
>Easy enough to guess who, you've had the pleasure of these buttery hooves once before.
>That second date, man, that went so well.
>You let out a contented hum, and the girls giggle.
>"Oh Anon, you are such a male." Rarity laughs.
"Oh yeah, that really hurts coming from the mare who comes here once a week."
>"It's only proper for a lady to maintain herself!" she scoffs.
"Psh, I've never known someone so naturally good looking to make it look so difficult."
>"Well, I, er-"
>"Oh my~" Fluttershy giggles coyly from across the way.
>Wait a minute...
>You open one eye to see her softly laughing as Aloe adjusts the towel over her mane.
>Opening your other eye you see a rather flustered Rarity.
>Leaning your head back, a pair of sapphire eyes stare back.
"AAAAugh!" you yell, launching yourself halfway across the steaming pool.
>You recover for a moment before heading back to your position.
>"Something wrong, Mister Anonymous?" Lotus looks on half concerned, half laughing.
"I'm not used to... just, you know, warn me next time."
>"You didn't stop me, so I thought it would be okay." she explains, evidently confused.
"I didn't think it was you." you say, sliding back into place as Lotus picks up where she left off.
>"Well who in Equestria did you think in was, darling?"
"I've had the pleasure of knowing some buttery hooves before..." you sigh.
>Now its Fluttershy's turn to be flustered as Rarity smirks at the furious blush on her friends face.
>As those two carry on, you lean back and look up at the suspicious mare behind/above you.
"So, I take it you're responsible for Fluttershy knowing how to do this?"
>"In a way, yes." she answers. "It's a basic technique, but she deserves all the credit for finding just the right way to use it."
"Sharing secrets, are we?"
>"No, but we are moving to the massage rooms."
>You linger after the others, they'd get their go first while you toweled off in privacy.
>Towel firmly wrapped around your waist, you took a seat on a bench in the sauna.
>These two mares are up to no good.
>Both Rares and Fluttershy,
>And the Spa Twins.
>But right now, you felt pretty okay with it all.
>If the perks were going to stay like this, you could deal with it.
>Hell, Rarity really took the whole relaxing while searching thing to heart.
>Eventually you were taken back to a private room, mercifully by Aloe.
>Ah damn.
>Lotus just came in.
>As did Fluttershy?
"Shy?"
>"Well, no one else really knows as much as me, maybe the doctors at Canterlot."
"I see."
>"I can, um, leave, if it's a problem..."
"No, I was just surprised is all." you say, laying down. "Where's Squiggletail?"
>Fluttershy smiles at the joke, then sighs shaking her head.
>"Oh Anon. She's up at the salon. She'll replace me when she's done so I can get my mane touched up."
"Fair enough. So what happens now?"
>Your answer comes as Aloe moves into view and pushes your head down, putting her hooves on your shoulders.
>Four hooves on your back alert you to Lotus's presence.
"So how many mares were on Rarity's list?"
>"Well, um, most of them..."
>You can't help but laugh.
"That's our Rarity."
>"You're lucky its only half." Aloe chimes in.
"See, this mare gets it." you say, pointing at Aloe.
"Perhaps we should leave it to, um, the princesses then?" Fluttershy counters.
"I'm sure Princess Twilight would love to help you." Lotus teases, while coming down hard on a knot in the small of your back.
"Ah-haha-wow!" you cry out. "Yeah, I'll leave it to the four of you. You seem to have the situation in hoof."
>"You're very trusting, Mister Anonymous." Aloe chirps.
>"He just doesn't want to end up like Spike" Lotus quips.
>"Now girls, Princess Twilight is just a little awkward, that's all." Fluttershy chides.
"In all fairness, I do not, in fact, want to end up like Spike." you add.
>"Have you seen him lately, Anon? He never really leaves the castle anymore." Fluttershy asks.
"Yeah, we were just talking this morning." you start.
>You talk about all of his grievances, and you little group brainstorms ways to help him.
>Well, three of you do.
>Lotus's ideas were creative and hilarious, but rarely productive.
>Soon enough, Rarity came in and Fluttershy left.
>"Have you all been getting along?" Rarity asks, taking a seat in the corner.
"Yep, just discussing poor Spikey-wikey."
>"Anon..."
>Might have overdone it there.
>That tone signals dangerous waters captain.
>"Don't worry Miss Rarity, we mostly spoke about his predicament at the castle." Aloe reassures her.
>"Anon promised he wouldn't butt in there."
>Damnit Lotus, you traitor.
>A glance up to see the -yep! Rarity's frown could crack diamonds.
>"Well, thanks Lotus." you say, putting your head back down. "At least I'll look and feel great before I die."
>There's a long period of quiet then, interrupted only to direct Lotus.
>"Well, Anonymous." Rarity finally breaks the silence. "I need to consult your calendar."
"Aloe? Can you grab my things from the locker? 8A, I think."
>"Of course, Anon."
>She's a cute mare. Bubbly.
>Not like the sarcastic seductress on your back.
"My calendar is in my shirt pocket. Planning those get-togethers?"
>"Of course. The sooner we get to work, the better!"
>Good, the distraction is working.
>Soon she mat forget enough that you won't even have to ask forgiveness!
>Of course, if Lotus had kept quiet...
"So where do you plan to have these parties? You know my place won't be ready until Spring at the earliest." you ask.
>"Fluttershy has a lovely yard for the first one. She has it all planned out, and I have to say, I think you'll really love the setting she's envisioned." Rarity sighs. "It isn't how I'd want it, but I have to say, it's a real shame she doesn't host very often."
"You have my attention."
>"I'll host the second one. We're going to see if Twilight will host a third."
"Makes sense to me."
>Before you can continue, Aloe returns.
>"Vera is ready in the salon, if you want, Mister Anonymous."
"No offense, I see a barber in town. It took him a long time to get used to human haircuts."
>"Aw, well alright. We'll see you next time, Anon." Lotus purrs, brushing your leg as she walks out the door.
>You'll have to watch out for that one.
>Handing off your calendar to Rarity, you get dressed while the two girls figure out when they want to have these dinners.
>When you get into the salon, you notice they're still debating dates, so you go out into the lobby to see Lotus at the desk.
"I'll pay for the three of us."
>"Miss Rarity already has, no need to worry."
>Tch.
>Generosity indeed.
"Alright then. I'll pay for their next one."
>Lotus is surprised, but makes the note and takes your bits.
"Gotta take care of your own." you tell her with a wink, then return to the salon.
>You recover your calendar and decide to head over to see your barber for a haircut and a shave.

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Chapter 3
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>"Remember, relaaaaaaxing." Pinkie tells the girls. "I Pinkie Promised Anon that I wouldn't throw any giant wild parties to try and introduce him to lots of totally cute and awesome mares I know. But he never said anything about giant relaxing parties!"
>"Totally got him!" Rainbow laughs. "He'll never expect this."
>"No dear, he most certainly will." Rarity calls from across the room. "But as long as he gets to relax, I think he'll play along."
>"I'm still disappointed that I wasn't able to get that cellist he likes so much." Twilight pouts. "She would have made it all perfect."
>"Don't worry Twi, Pinkie's got it covered!" Pinkie exclaims, popping out of the purple princesses mane.
>As Twilight gets her heartbeat normalized, Pinkie starts a record on the player.
>A gentle string quartet fills the air with a simple, quiet melody.
>"It's a good thing this is a relaxing party, because I don't know how to dance to something sooooo sloooow." Pinkie ponders aloud.
>"Think of it like a family reunion, Pinkie." Applejack suggests. "Everyone is there to catch up with old friends that they haven't seen in a while. Maybe throw in a couple of games, but remember not to go overboard."
>"Or bring any sewing machines! Got it!" with that the mare bounces off to some location unknown.
>"Ah don't think I'll ever understand that mare." Applejack sighs as she returns to work.
>"So who did you invite to the party, AJ?" Rainbow asks, swooping down to help her friend move some tables.
>"No one." she replies matter-of-factly. "First off, y'all know Pinkie invited darn near the whole town. And second, I figure to just keep an eye on 'im and see who /he/ talks to. I'll let the feller tell me who he wants."
>"I've already tried that. It was hard, but he gave me a good hint. I made sure Cloudchaser is gonna be here, even though she said she was going to bring her sister."
>"Now Rainbow Dash" Fluttershy admonishes "There's nothing wrong with being a little shy."
>"Flutters is right, Dash. Now help me take this one over here-"

>Spotting a familiar face across the sea of ponies, you wade through the other party goers.
"Princess Rose." you say, bowing slightly, "How are you tonight?"
>With a roll of her eyes, Rose gestures to a teal unicorn bouncing to the music beside her.
>"This is my friend Lyra, Anon."
>"It's so nice to meet you!" she bursts. "I've been following your work for aaaaages!"
"Oh? It's nice to hear I have a few fans."
>"There are a couple of us that really like your work! Human ideas are so awesome!"
"Anything in particular you liked?"
>"I'll leave you two to talk." Rose says, starting to bow out.
"Nonsense." you laugh, setting a hand on the surprised mares shoulders. "Let's find a table."

>Seated in a corner, you walk Lyra through the renovation of the Fillydelphia Orchestra Hall, and discussed some ideas for a new venue on the waterfront in Baltimare.
>Lyra really brought Rose in when she queried you about any projects in Canterlot, and you mentioned that you had discussed a botanical garden for the university with Celestia.
>"If you need any expert advice..."
"Oh? And here I thought you were bored." you tease.
>"Well most of it /is/ boring. But if you appreciate flowers, I suppose we might be able to save you."
"We? Got a support group going, do we?"
>"My sisters and I, of course. I can't just abandon my work, Anon." Rose quickly clarifies. "No matter how alluring you find my wit."
>Lyra leans over and whispers something in Rose's ear.
>Both of them share a giggle.
>Mares.
>"I need to use the little filly's room." Rose announces, getting up. "I'll be back in a bit."
>The two of you watch her disappear into the crowd.
>Pinkie stops by to drop a plate of cupcakes on the table, but doesn't stay for long before she has to go adjudicate a drinking contest between the eternal rivals, AJ and Rainbow.
>Lyra slides into the space Rose previously occupied next to you.
>Or she tries to, before her tail snags on the table and she ends up laid out on her back, head in your lap.
"Well, that settles it, young lady." you chide her jokingly. "You're cut off. No more drinks for you."
>Lyra laughs as you run fingers through her mane.
>Rose returns, pausing to see Lyra taking up all the space left on that side of the booth.
>Instead she slides in across the table from you.
"So Rose, would you and your sisters really be interested in helping me set up those gardens?"
>"Of course Anon. But don't you think you'll be a bit busy with your herd?"
"Psh." you dismiss. "I'm just rolling with it. This is supposed to be my vacation, remember?"
>"So you aren't working on the dam?" Lyra pipes up from your lap.
"Nah, I'm working on a house, but that's a personal project."
>"So you finally signed on the Haymaker place?" Rose asks.
"Well-"
>"You're moving to Ponyville!?"
"Yes Lyra, I'll be here for a while. Maybe even permanently."
>"Then you have to come to our concert next week! Princess Twilight even got a soloist from Fillydelphia to come play with us!"
"Has she now..." you smirk.
>"Octavia, I heard. The cellist." Rose says. "Something wrong with that?"
"No, not at all. I'm just trying to figure out Twilight's angle."
>Rose reaches a hoof across the table and rests it on your hand.
>"Let me." she smiles. "But if I'm going to help, you have to tell me why it is so interesting."
>Looking down, you can see Lyra is focused intently on you.
>Glancing around you, no one else is.
"I am a huge fan of Octavia." you explain. "Twilight knows this. She even arranged for me to come visit for that concert before I decided to take my little break."
>"Maybe the princesses set it up as a thank you?" Lyra offers.
"It's possible." you shrug.
>Rose seems unconvinced.
"It's no big deal. I'm actually really excited. The last time I was in Fillydelphia Octavia's concert was the highlight of the trip."
>"I can introduce you, Anon. Octavia and I went to school together, we were pretty close friends before she moved away."
"That'd be great! We should totally do that. Thanks Lyra!"
>"I was going to hang out with her anyways, so this way I get to see both of you!"
>You tousle the mint mares mane.
>"So you think the princess is working an angle?" Rose asks.
"Well, to be honest, yes." you sigh. "I hope it isn't something to do with the herd, I just want to enjoy the concert."
>"Well then don't give her the chance!" Lyra pipes up, finally pulling herself upright.
>"He can't just ignore Princess Twilight" Rose frowns.
>"But if he's already scheduled to meet Octavia after the concert-"
"Royal decorum would make it hard for her to interrupt, yeah." you finish.
>"Interrupt what?" a voice asks in your ear, causing you to jump.
> A pair of pink hooves wrap around your neck keeping you from turning around.
>Lotus slides in next to Rose, so it's no great mystery who those hooves belong to.
>Leaning your head back, you look up to meet the smirking spa pony's gaze.
"Hello Aloe."
>"Hello yourself, Mister Anonymous."
"You can just call me Anon."
>She just smiles back.
"This is the kind of thing I expected from Lotus, but you?"
>"Lotus wanted to crawl under the table." Aloe explains. "But you had too much company."
>"A real pity." the blue pony sighs dramatically.
>"You two know Anon?" Rose asks.
>returning your head to its normal position, you nod.
"Yeah, Rarity introduced us the other day, we were at the spa with Shy. They've got some master plan worked out." you tell her with a dismissive wave. "I'm not sure I even want to know the details."
>"Well, she's watching you from over there, silly! Just ask her!" Pinkie says.
>The party mare drops from the rafters and lands in Lotus's lap, before sliding off to sit next to her.
"Nah." you shrug with a smile. "I like this, being intentionally oblivious is a lot of fun."
>"Okie dokie lokie! Are you having a good time? You've been at this table half the night!"
"I've got good company, and you brought us that tray of cupcakes earlier, so I'm just great. Thanks for doing this, by the way, Pinkie."
>The mare gigglesnorts and jumps over the table, wrapping you in a hug.
>"How could I /not/ throw a super-duper-relaxed-and-calm-party for my favoritest human friend! Buuuut I have to go, my appendix is buzzing, which means the ice cream cake is finally ready!"
"That sounds great, Pinkie. You need any help?"
>"Nope nope nope! You're the guest of honor, you can't be working!"
>"If you need help, I can go." Lyra offers.
>Pinkie stares at her for a brief second, before her smile widens tenfold.
>"Okay! Let's go!"
>Grabbing Lyra, Pinkie flies over the booths, the disoriented harpist helplessly dragged along.
>Aloe seizes the opportunity and hops over the back of the booth to slide up against you.
>"So what are we interrupting?" Lotus asks.
"Oh, nothing. Lyra is going to introduce me to her friend Octavia after the concert next week."
>"They were saying that Princess Twilight won't be able to pester Anon if he's got someplace to be." Rose elaborates.
>"Mmm, the Princess is after you?" Lotus inquires.
"It's possible." you admit.
>"It's likely" Rose chimes in.
>"That would explain why she seems so uncomfortable." Aloe remarks.
"What?"
>"We understood that they would be watching you tonight, but she has been..."
>"focused." Aloe completes her sisters thought.
>A hoof gently rubs your shin.
>"Don't worry, Anonymous, we'll protect you." Lotus says with a wink.
>Rose rolls her eyes.

The next hour passes uneventfully, just a stream of ponies stopping by to say hello, before Lyra finally returns.
>"You brought ice cream cake!" Aloe says excitedly, helping to pass the plates.
>"And just because Lotus asked so nicely... Party shots!" Pinkie exclaims, carrying a tray on her back.
>You look on in mix awe/horror as Pinkie Pie slides a tray with two dozen prepared shots onto the table.
>"I'll be back later to make sure you're still having a good time!" she half-sings before bounding away.
"When did you-"
>"On our way over." Lotus smiles.
>Picking up a shot, you ponder it in one hand while digging into your cake.
>A tentative sniff tells you that its mostly alcohol, and predictably sweet.
>"The sprinkles are a nice touch." Rose giggles.
>Swallowing your cake, you lift the glass to your lips and down it.
>...
>It's like a liquid cupcake. Sweet, rich, with vanilla and a hint of strawberry.
>Very nice.
>Time for another.

>By the end of the night, your group is nicely buzzed.
>You probably would have continued, but Rose interrupted.
>"Anon, how many have you had?"
"Dunno. Why?"
>"Can you walk me home?"
"Aw, already?"
>"It's just us and the Elemna-elemenen... it's just us and that table left." Lyra observes. "I guess we could go, let Pinkie clean up and stuff."
>You pause, and then nod in agreement.
"Alright. I guess we can wrap it up." you concede.
>Lyra slides out of the booth, allowing Aloe and you to follow.
>Lotus and Rose mirror the movement, and your little group moves towards the door.
>The twins excuse themselves first, as they live on the opposite side of town.
>Lyra and Rose opt to walk with you.
>Just before you leave, Spike scurries over.
"Anon! Princess Luna sent you this!" he says, handing you a scroll.
>Pocketing the message, you wave to the group.
"Thanks Spike." turning to wave, Pinkie has bounded over.
>With surprising strength, she pulls you aside.
>"Did you have a good time, Nony?" She asks, wiggling her eyebrows.
"I always enjoy Pinkie Parties." you assure her. "And yeah, the girls I was hanging out with are pretty cool."
>Wrapping her in a hug, you thank her again, then open the door.
>Holding it open, you follow Rose and Lyra into the night.

>Lyra lives just up the street.
>She gives you a quick hug, before mounting the steps to her door.
>Once she's inside, you and Rose turn and walk the silent streets towards her home.
>"Anon?"
"Hmmm?"
>"I really enjoyed tonight."
>Casting a glance down at her, you catch a faint smile.
"I did too."
>"Are you really going to stay here?"
"I'm probably going to buy a home here, so I think I'll stay. I'll have to go back to work though, just because the house isn't going to be cheap."
>"I thought Ponyville would be cheap compared to Canterlot."
"It absolutely is, don't get me wrong, I couldn't afford this at all in Canterlot."
>"Fluttershy told me that the princesses are forcing you to take on a herd."
"She's not wrong."
>"So shouldn't they help you with the costs?"
"What?"
>"Well, it's not your decision to do this, so shouldn't they help you out?"
"Rose, that is a brilliant idea."
>"Thank you." she grins. "Speaking of princesses, what did the letter from Luna say?"
"Oh! I forgot." You say, fumbling through your pockets.
>Unraveling it, you read the short message.
"It seems the princesses are sorry about... an indiscretion. Also, Princess Celestia is coming by tomorrow afternoon and would like to meet with me."
>"An indiscretion?"
"They weren't exactly quiet talking about this whole herd thing. I'd rather not be the talk of Canterlot, even if I'm in Ponyville."
>"Hmm. Well, maybe you can ask about some help with the house tomorrow?"
"How do you propose I do that? I don't want to seem like I'm whining."
>"Oh you know, they care about you." she elaborates. "So just act like you're /suffering/ under this heavy burden that /they/ placed on you."
"That's awfully tricky of you, Princess."
>She bumps your leg.
>"Well, this is me." she says, stopping in front of her shop. "I'm going on a collection trip this Saturday. Are you free?"
"I have a hoofball game at six, so as long as I'm back intact by five I can go."
>"Is you dad taking you for ice cream afterwards?" she teases.
"Nah, drinking is after. Either to celebrate or mourn. You're always welcome to come watch and join us after."
>"Are you building a herd, or a cheer squad?"
"I'd like to think that my herd would be supportive of me." you say. "But since I don't have a herd yet, no one is under any obligation."
>"Alright, I'll think about it. Meet me here at seven, okay? This is still a work trip."
"You got it. See you then."
>You watch as Rose lets herself in, and waves from the door.
>Turning down the street, you head to the castle.
>Not a bad night.
>Not bad at all.

>Strolling through the doors, you cross the floor and quickly mount the stairs.
>Reaching your room, you straighten your suit and push open the door.
>Waiting patiently on a cushion sits Princess Celestia, sipping a cup of tea.
"You didn't need to come visit in person, Princess." you say with a slight bow.
>"We aren't in public, no need for that Anon."
"You got it, Celly." you say, taking a seat nearby. "So I take it you got my letter?"
>"Yes, I did." she nods. "And I wanted to come apologize in person. Luna and I should have been more discreet when talking about your personal life."
"In the grand scheme of things, a minor oversight compared to the considerable inconvenience of this entire Herd situation."
>"It will be good for you to have a family to support you Anon." the princess replies. "We're merely looking out for you."
>You toss her your finest look of skepticism.
>"Come now, Anon. Don't give me that." she giggles. "Someone to come home to, to spend time with, some company to help you sort through your problems."
"You know, I already had a pair of mares like that, back in Canterlot." you say, tapping your chin.
>"Why did you never say anything? Who are these mares?"
"They're great" you say, crossing to a dresser behind Celestia.
>Picking up a framed photo, you carry it back to your seat and stare at it as you proceed.
"Oh yeah, the one is great to talk to, always there to listen. The other has a bit of playfulness to her." you continue. "Plus they already had a home big enough for everyone."
>Celestia watches you intently.
"I think maybe I'll write, ask them to join the herd." you say passing the photo to Celestia.
>She nearly chokes on her tea when she notices that its of you, her and her sister.
"Beautiful, aren't they?"
>"Anonymous, please. Be serious."
"Well, I'm only half joking. All your concerns were things I addressed with friends."
>"While I certainly appreciate the sentiments Anonymous, don't you want something deeper?"
"This just seems excessive."
>"You're an exceptional individual. You need more than the average stallion."
"Touché, Celly. Flattery will only get you so far though." you laugh. "But seriously, I don't think my Canterlot apartment is going to hold eight of us."
>"Twilight wrote saying that you were looking at homes here in Ponyville..."
"It's true. I'll probably have to put the search for mares on hold for a while to take on a project or two." you admit. "It seems my life in Canterlot has left me with expensive tastes."
 >The princess pauses, considering your words.
>"I had not really considered the logistics of it, to be honest, Anon. I suppose access to the treasury has made me forgetful at times. But you say you have been looking? Have you found anything?"
"I have. I have found a few options, but only one is particularly appealing. It has the craftsman charm I was hoping to find, and space for my herd. Plus land for expansion if I need it."
>The implication isn't lost on Celestia.
"It does have a room that will be perfect for my office. I'll probably be able to start work on a project as soon as the renovations are complete." you ponder. "You'll have to come see the place sometime."
>"First the photo, now an invitation to visit you at home, what kind of princess do you take me for Anonymous?" Celly asks, fanning herself mockingly with a wing.

"Oh, is that not on the table?" you say, feigning disappointment. "It seems my dream of a royal harem is dashed."
>The both of you share a laugh, before you rise and stretch.
"Hey Cel, can I ask a favor of you?"
>"Of course." Celestia says, rising to her hooves. "Within reason, that is."
"Naturally." you agree. "Cloudsdale rearranged the weather team schedules, and now Rainbow Dash isn't able to make any of our hoofball games. If you could-"
>"Consider it done, Anonymous. And I'll think about what you said and discuss it with Luna. We didn't intend to stress you even more when we sent you here."
"Are you talking about the cost of the house, or you two joining the herd?" you say crossing the room.
>She rolls her eyes as she follows you to the door.
>"I know you're busy, and I think my faithful student is having a nervous breakdown over my unexpected visit. I should go calm her."
>Pausing, you share a hug with Celestia.
"You're always free to come visit me."
>"The same to you, Anon."
>You smile and open the door, then follow the monarch out.

>"Seriously dude!?"
"Yup. You should be good to go in time for the game."
>"That's so awesome! You're the best Anon!" Rainbow yells.
"Cheers to that." you laugh, raising your glass.
>The cyan pegasus mirrors your action.
>"So was that all she came down for?"
"I suspect she wanted to check up on me, and to visit Twilight."
>"Man, the Princess is good people."
"Aye. She certainly is." you agree. "Plus she might help out with my housing problem, which would be awesome."
>"Really? Man, you're the luckiest guy in Equestria."
"As the guy who got sucked into another universe by errant science, I'd say extreme odds are not unknown to me."
>"So the treasury is gonna buy you a place?"
"Nah, I doubt it. I just let on that it's going to be really expensive to fix up the Haymaker place. If anything they might pay half. I don't have high expectations, but it'd be nice."
>"You know Anon, you can be one sneaky bastard when you want to be."
"It's a human thing." you smirk, waving down the bartender.

>Ordering a fresh round, you make sure to have a third glass sent.
>"Doubling up, Anon? I knew you liked a good drink, but maybe slow it down a bit?"
"You, tell me to slow down?" you feign shock "What have you done with the real Rainbow Dash!?"
>"Hay! I'm the real deal!" she shoots back, then softens. "But seriously, Twi told us-"
"It isn't for me." you interrupt her. "Twilight isn't wrong, but this is for AJ. She should be here anytime now."
>"Okay, cool." she sighs.
"I figured we could hash out some new plays to start running this week. That way we have 'em down before the game, you know?"
>"Oh! That reminds me, Cloudchaser's team doesn't play that weekend, so she's throwing a big party instead! You gotta come, man!"
"Isn't Cloudchaser a pegasus?"
>"Yeah, so?"
"Doesn't she live in a cloud house?"
>"Ohhh right. Yeah, she does. But that's fine, we'll just get Twilight to magic up some nerd solution!"
>You can't help but burst out laughing.
>While you recompose yourself, AJ arrives.
>She takes a seat at the bar and you slide her a drink.
>"Thank ya kindly, Anon. Howdy Rainbow." the country pony tips her hat. "Now I heard your schedule is 'bout to change again Dash, you gonna start showin' up again?"
>"Totally! And it's all thanks to Anon here!"
>You wave it off.
"No big deal. Now, I had some plays in mind..." you start, laying out a handful of bits.
>The next few hours are spent moving coins around the counter and imbibing more and more alcohol.

>Eventually the three of you head out into the night.
>The others have work the next day, after all.
>You, on the other hand, have nowhere to be.
>The chill autumn night is breezy, with clear, dark skies.
>Finding your way to the park, you drop down on a hill near the gazebo and just look up at the stars.
>You miss the stars of your homeworld and their stories, but you've gotten over it.
>Luna's work is just as impressive.
>The breeze carries a faint hint of music to your ears, and you close your eyes.
>You loved quiet moments like these.
>In fact, this was just the kind of thing you had in mind when you said you were taking a break.
>Somewhere quiet and peaceful.
>Ponyville really has grown on you.
>"Anon?" someone calls, but you can't be bothered to get up.
"That's me."
>You can hear the muffled patter of hooves on grass as the pony draws close.
>"What are you doing out so late?"
>Opening an eye, you see that it's Lyra.
"I was talking hoofball with Rainbow and AJ over at the bar, decided to come enjoy the night." you reply. "I don't have work or anything, so I can take these opportunities when they come."
>You pat the lawn beside you, and Lyra accepts your invitation, curling up against you.
"So was that your music that was serenading me earlier?"
>"Oh, you heard me? Usually no one is out here at this time of night."
>Opening an eye, you can tell that she's a little embarrassed.
"It was beautiful, it really added to the night." you assure the mare, wrapping an arm around her.
 >"I'm glad you think so." she sighs, settling in.
>This mare is pretty cuddly.
>Maybe it's the booze talking, but you're pretty fond of her already.
>Pinkie Pie probably planned this.
>She doesn't plan anything.
>Well, except parties.
>She may be trickier than we thought.
>"Anon?"
"Hmm?"
>"Are you really moving here? I mean for good?"
>You contemplate the question for a moment.
"Yeah." you say slowly. "I'll keep my Canterlot place if I can, it'll be nice to be able to go spend a long weekend there once in a while, but I think Ponyville is where I'm going to put down roots."
>"The princesses won't mind?"
"Well, like I said, I'll try to keep my Canterlot apartment, so if I have to spend time there for work I won't have to get a hotel." you say, gesticulating to no one. "But Ponyville is nice, and it's quiet. None of those fussy nobles around."
>"That doesn't really answer anything."
"They started this, they'll have to deal with it." you snort. "But there's no reason I can't work from home. Heck, most of the projects on my radar aren't even in Canterlot."
>"Radar? What?"
"It's a human thing." you sigh. "Most of the projects that I'm considering."
>"Oh." she pauses. "So what's a Radar?"
>You chuckle quietly.
>This mare.
"Alright, so you've heard your own echo before, right?" you begin, starting a conversation that takes you nigh unto midnight to wrap up.
>Realizing how late it's gotten, you rise and brush a few errant blades of grass off of yourself.
>Walking Lyra home soon turns into Carrying Lyra home.
>At which point you realize you don't have a key to her house.
>Trying to wake her gently is of no avail, and you'd feel bad being a dick about it.
>Sighing to yourself, you pick the harp case back up and trudge back down the dark streets.
>Making it to the castle, you quietly make your way up to the small suite you call home, Lyra snoozing peacefully on your back.
>Setting her harp at the foot of the bed, you turn back the covers and slide her off of you and into the bed before tucking her in.
>Normally you'd strip down to underwear at this point... yeah, not sure how she'd take that.
>Lotus, on the other hand, you know how she'd take that.
>She'd take it as an invitation.
>But this isn't Lotus, so instead you rummage through a dresser for something you doubted you would ever wear: a nice set of flannel pajamas, courtesy of Rarity.
>And to think you told her you'd never need pajamas.
>Better not let her find out then.
>Quickly changing, you pour yourself a glass of bourbon and lie down on the couch.
>Sipping appreciatively, you mull over the day's events before a second glass lulls you to sleep.

>Sipping your coffee, you peruse the morning paper.
>Nothing terribly noteworthy, but it's not like you lived in Manehattan.
>Lyra emerges from the bathroom and jumps up onto the bed, rolling onto her back and before tilting her head back to look at you.
>"Did Twilight seem a little off at breakfast?"
"Hmm?" you say, looking up. "Oh, yeah, I guess."
>"Anon."
"Yessss?"
>"I need this bed."
>Looking up again you see the mare rolling around on your already wrecked bed.
>In retrospect, it looks a lot worse than it is.
"You certainly explored every inch of it last night."
>"Ehehehe, yeah-" she laughs awkwardly. "I do roll around a lot in my sleep."
>Folding your paper, you cross over to your wardrobe and pull some clothes for the day.
"So what are your plans for today?"
>"I don't have rehearsal until two, then I'm meeting up with the girls tonight!"
"Who are 'the girls'?" you say, pulling on a polo.
>"Oh! Well, you already know Rose, and you've probably met her sisters too. And Bonbon is my best friend since we were fillies! And Cheerilee said she'd try to make it, I haven't seen her in ages!"
 "Cool, sounds like you have a full afternoon. How often does the orchestra practice?"
>"Four days a week, all afternoon."
"Leaves you a lot of free time." you note. "Is that a good or bad thing?"
>"Wellll... it doesn't come with strings attached, but you're encouraged to practice outside of rehearsal of course. And the pay isn't great, so a lot of us have side jobs."
"That's unfortunate. Do you have another job?"
>"Oh, yeah. I'm part of a group that composes and writes background music. For stores and stuff, you know?"
"Huh, I guess I never thought about it."
>"It actually pays better than the orchestra." Lyra begrudgingly admits.
"Well maybe someday the bills won't be a concern." you offer, dropping your wallet and keys into your pockets. "But I have to go, you're welcome to tag along or stay here or go back to whatever Lyras do. Either way, I'm off."
>Lyra quickly hops off the bed, trotting behind you as you head out the door.
>"I really like spending time with you, but I should probably get home. Thursdays are laundry day."
>You shrug as you head down the stairs.
"See you around, Lyra." you say, giving her a hug.
>She heads out the door while you grab some mail from the kitchen before following suit.

>Standing in the entry hall of the Haymaker Home, you scan the two reports that arrived this morning.
>Wandering the massive home, you go room to room, reading the notes from first one, then the other.
>The wallpaper won't be that expensive to remove, and painting won't be that bad either.
>They both recommend totally replacing the deck, eliciting a resigned groan from you.
>In the face of such universal agreement, you decide that you'll have to concede.
>But they better replicate the style perfectly.
>That item is going to cost a bit.
>Jim has a quote from a bunch of contractors to update the utilities and make the many needed general repairs, and the electrician's bid is lower than expected.
>Refinishing the floors is about on target.
>You nearly choke when you see the last note from Wally, then see it mirrored on Jim's report.
>"Strongly suggest reinforcement of all floors with new/additional crossmembers."
>In addition, Beam continues, recommending a foundation expert be brought in to add support to the aging stone of the basement.
>Quotes are included....
>...and they are every bit as expensive as you feared.
>Slumping against the wall, you groan in frustration.
>"Anonymous? I thought I might find you here, what's wrong darling?"
"Hey Rarity." you say, rubbing your forehead. "Just looking over the reports from Jim and Wally."
>"Bad news, then?"
"Yeah. Some real structural work, which is time consuming and expensive."
>"Oh, well, perhaps the old Carrot home then-"
"No. This is the place." you cut her off. "It's here or I go back to Canterlot, sans herd."
>"I wasn't aware that it was an option, Anon."
>Rising to your feet, you gesture around you.
"There isn't a single other home on the market in Ponyville with this kind of potential. We both know that. Not for what I need." you vent, the frustration flowing freely. "If I am going to be the great herd stallion everyone thinks I will be, then I cannot afford to sacrifice quality at such an early stage! I won't!"
>"Anon, even without the home-"
"Rarity, please. I may not need the space, but my mares will deserve it. A place for each of them to have space of their own, places to congregate as a family, room for children... It's what I want to provide for them as head of this household. If I can't give them the life I feel they deserve, then I don't want to drag them into this mess."
>"Anon, you are simply being ridiculous." Rarity chides. "Typical human hyperbole, while effective in persuading the council and the princesses when discussing public works, simply will not work on me." she says, purposefully crossing the room to stare straight up at you.
"But-"
>"Ah! No buts, Anonymous. You are going to be an excellent herd stallion, whether you dwell in Canterlot's finest manse or a mud hut in the depths of Zebrica. That being said, your unwavering dedication to your vision is both a help and a hindrance. Your drive here is admirable, but I am afraid you have developed tunnel-vision. Don't lose sight of the larger picture, after all, a stallion is more than the sum of his wealth!"
>Taking a seat on the stairs, you stare at the floor. Opening your mouth to offer a rebuttal, you find yourself cut off.
>"Blueblood, Anonymous. That is the kind of pony that values such tangible things above all. Do /not/ make me relive that evening for your benefit."
>With a sigh, you nod in defeat.
"Alright, you win. I guess I'm getting too hung up on the whole house thing."
>"There we are, let's leave before you start dwelling upon it again."
"Oh I haven't given up, I'm just putting it aside for now." you smirk, throwing her a sideways glace.
>"I am in no way surprised." she sighs. "But come darling, let's go get lunch."

>Lunch turns out to be delightful.
>A nice cobb salad accompanied by the company of Ponyville's premier socialite makes for a refreshing and relaxing experience.
>The gin and tonic may have assisted as well.
"So Rarity, everypony has been obsessing over my love life, how about you and the girls? Any new developments there?"
>"Now Anonymous, you know that I am not one to kiss and tell." she counters playfully. "But I hear that several suitors have approached Canterlot about Twilight, and while she hasn't said anything, I suspect that Pinkie has been using the barn more often for a reason."
"Oh?"
>"Sometimes, cleaning up can be as much fun as the party itself, Anon." she replies with a wink.
"Oh my." you smile back. "How interesting. I hope you all are letting things progress naturally?"
>"Applejack is the only other one who has noticed." she shrugs. "And she is content to see how it works out."
"That is simply amazing. I wish her the best." you say, reclining. "You know, I think I'll go to the real estate office after this."
"Anon..." Rarity starts.
>Proceed with caution, captain.
"No seriously." you say, gesturing to the reports sitting off the side. "The owners haven't had a real offer in years. They clearly haven't maintained the place, and this is all the work that'll have to be done. I'm just going to tell them to drop the price or I'm out. It's the only option I can see from here."
>"That... is not a bad idea." Rarity cautiously agrees. "I'm going with you to keep you on the level though."
"Alright mom."
>"Hush." she rebukes. "Besides, I'd like to see you get the home, so it's in my own interests to make sure you don't go overboard."
"Fine, fine." you chuckle. "I guess I can go a bit overboard from time to time."
>"We all get stressed, darling, it's simply how we handle it that makes the difference!"
"Yes, I suppose this isn't yet the /worst/ /possible/ /thing/!" you tease.
>Rarity merely throws you a look of warning over her glass of chardonnay.
>You can't help but chuckle to yourself.
"Well, I'm ready when you are."
>She nods, and starts to rise.
>You leave a fistful of bits on the table and head for Gabe's.

>"Mister Anonymous, I did not expect to see you until tomorrow!"
"Well, I got opinions from my experts. I don't know if you've met Walnut or Jim Beam, but they've done good work for me before." you start, producing the papers. "The verdict isn't good."
>Handing Gabe the reports, you pull a second chair in front of his desk so that both you and Rarity may sit.
>Taking a seat, you give the realtor a minute to start into Jim's report before you resume talking.
"As you can see, a lot of work, much of which we already talked about. The second to last page is the real kicker though." you direct, and Gabe takes the cue to skip ahead.
>You can see his eyes bug out as he gets to the section about reinforcing the floors and foundations.
>Well, you assume that's what it was.
"Walnut, my expert woodworker, agrees with the appraisal of the framework." you add.
>"You see Gabe, this suddenly became very expensive. Well, more so than it already was." Rarity chimes in for the first time. "And I simply couldn't let my good friend be taken in like that."
>"No, please don't think I would-"
"Relax Gabe, I don't blame you." you reassure him. "But this is why I had those contractors come look it over. I'll need the heirs to reduce the price considerably to make this work."
>"But of course! May I copy these? I'll need to send them to the owners immediately. Will you be offended if they hire their own appraiser?"
"Not at all. I kind of expect it, honestly."
>"I am not going to allow him to live in that house without replacing the deck and repairing the foundation, Gabe." Rarity objects.
"Easy Rares, we aren't that far in yet. Let's just see what their offer is."
>"It would be easier if you sent a revised offer along with this new information." Gabe suggests.
"Alright." you nod. "If you have a notepad, I'll run some numbers while you make those copies."
>The stallion pushes a pad of paper across the desk and carries the reports into a back room.
>Taking the notepad and a pen from his desk, you write the original offer across the top.
>Moving halfway down the page, you scribble the costs of the most dire repairs down, then total them up.
>Padding that number by a healthy ten percent, you jot it down beneath the original offer and subtract.
>Flipping to a fresh page, you scrawl the new number down.
>Tearing the first page out, you fold it up and put it in your pocket, then place the notepad with your adjusted offer back on the desk with the pen.
>Gabe eventually returns, and brings paperwork to submit an offer with him.
>He hands you back the reports, and walks you through the minutiae of the offer paperwork.
>You write in your adjusted offer, and fill out the form as directed.
"You think they'll take it?"
>"Only one way to find out." Gabe smiles. "I'll send this right now, unless you need something else?"
"Nope. When do you think we'll hear back?"
>"Within a week. I can't offer anything more exact, but it shouldn't be longer than that."
"Cool, thanks Gabe." you say, rising.
>Rarity follows you out of the office, and you  head down to the river.

>Kicking back on the shore, you watch some ponies toss a frisbee around while Rarity tells you about some designer she's collaborating with.
>A friend from Manehattan or some such.
>Sounds like a nice mare, you're kind of surprised you haven't been introduced to this 'Coco' yet.
>Of course, you do have two rambunctious twins after you, and in retrospect that seems awfully convenient.
>Bumping into Rose on that fetch-quest for Fluttershy was pretty fantastic. She's probably the most level-headed mare you know, except for Rarity maybe.
>And of course there's the cuddly harpist who just spent the night.
>To think you've only been here a week so far.
>A good start.
>A very good start.

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Chapter 4
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"I am starting to understand why you brought me along."
>"I have a business to run, Anon." Rose replies. "If I happen to get a helping hoof from a particularly tall individual... well, it just makes things easier for me."
"Let me guess, no one comes here because they have to use that stick thing to collect, but with my amazing abilities..."
>Rose bumps you with her hip as she walks by, setting down her saddlebags.
>"I didn't think you'd be so whiny."
"Psh, this isn't whining. I'm friends with Rarity. I /know/ what whining is."
>The two of you share a laugh while Rose lays out some tools.
>Grabbing some clippers, you start cutting the fruits from the tree before you.
>Rose catches them as they fall with a little net, and adds them to her baskets.
"What exactly are these?"
>"Persimmons." she grunts through her grip.
>Huh.
>Never had one of these before.
"Aren't these food?"
>Rose lifts an eyebrow. "Well, yes, but they're very colorful."
"Fair enough. They sure fit the seasons color scheme."
>Collecting the fruits goes smoothly, and soon you have the lower branches cleared.
>Wiping your brow, you take a seat next to your bag, and Rose joins you.
>After a quick drink of water, you reach into your bag, producing a bottle of clear amber liquid.
>Rose looks at you quizzically.
"Cider." you respond, pulling a second one out and offering it to her.
>"I don't usually drink at work, but since you've been so helpful I can afford to rest a bit."
"Suits." you smile, as Rose takes a seat beside you. "I'm glad I came though. It's gorgeous out here."
>"And quiet." Rose adds, taking a small sip.
>You lean back against the tree, rubbing a bit to scratch an itch on your back.
>Rose scoots a little closer, and you automatically stretch your arms, draping one across her withers.
>She shifts slightly, pushing herself right up against you.
>A long while passes in silence, the flutter of brilliantly painted leaves in the wind far above you the perfect accompanist to the surrounding sylvan silence.
>A gust of wind drives a flurry of leaves whipping around the grove, and you instinctively pull Rose in close as it rolls past.
>Looking down, you're surprised at how close those emerald eyes are.
>Rose shifts, rolling to her hooves and placing one on your chest.
>She leans in close, her muzzle moving to place the merest hint of a kiss on your cheek.
>"Alright you, back to work."
"Yes, ma'am." you grin as she pulls back.
>Rising, you knock a few fallen leaves off of yourself, and look around.
"What next?"
>"I'd like to collect the rest of this tree, if we can." Rose says. "I've got the pole-clippers here."
>You size up the tree.
>Not terribly tall, a twisting mess of branches after it clears about five feet.
>Grabbing your bottle, you down the rest of the cider.
>"Anon?"
>Not much different from the old crabapple tree in your grandparents back yard.
>Stuffing your clippers in a back pocket, you grab hold of the sturdiest of the low branches.
>Heaving yourself up, you swing up to your feet and steady yourself against the trunk.
>"Anon-"
>Weird, you swear you've heard that tone before.
>Pushing it to the back of your mind, you proceed to trim as many of the fruits as you can reach, before working your way to another limb.
>Rose continues to chide you every time you get a little too far out.
>It hits you.
>Rarity.
>That's who she sounds like when you start pushing the envelope.
>You can't help but chuckle to yourself as you refocus on the task at hand.

>It takes the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon to clear the tree.
>"I knew there was a reason I brought you." Rose smiles as you drop back onto the ground.
"Yeah, no problem." you say, catching your breath. "Don't strain yourself."
>"Thanks to you I didn't have to." she smiles. "Let's go. You'll be late for hoofball."
"After you, princess." you say with a bow.
>Hefting her saddlebags back on, she leads the way as you lift the basket of fruits onto your back.
>Winding through the quiet of the woods you make good time back to Ponyville.
>It's only mid-afternoon when you part ways with Rose, and you take the opportunity to kick your feet up on your balcony.
>A bottle of cider in one hand, you watch the ponies below go about their lives.
>It really is a lovely little town, Ponyville.
>Somehow large and small all at the same time.
>"Oh, hey Anon! I didn't know you were here." a familiar voice calls from the room.
"Hey Twilight. What's up?"
>"Oh, you got a letter from the Princess. I was just going to leave it on your bed, but this is much better." she says handing you a scroll.
"Neat." you answer, setting the scroll next to your cider. "How's the whole Princess thing working out for you?"
>Taking a seat, Twilight lets out a sigh.
>"It isn't always as great as I thought it would be." she admits. "I mean, I get to spend all sorts of time in Canterlot, and I still have my palace and friends here in Ponyville. But there's so much listening to the everyday problems of the local ponies. I understand that your neighbor painted their house a color you didn't like, but that's really not something you should come to the Palace to discuss! I'm the Princess of Friendship, not petty squabbles!"
>You can't help but laugh, and after a moment Twilight giggles herself.
>"It's not all bad. I just expected it to be more saving the world with the girls and less... whatever it is I do these days."
"Yeah, I never figured it'd be this way either." you agree, taking a swig. "But life is like that."
>"Anon, I'm really sorry." she starts, looking out at the town. "I didn't mean to drag you into this."
"Twilight. Look at me."
>She turns to you, and you look her in the eyes.
"This isn't what I expected, I admit. But I also didn't expect to meet such wonderful ponies as I have. I am legitimately having a very good time so far."
>Hearing this, you can see Twilight visibly relax.
>You know it isn't entirely her fault.
>Sure, part of the blame is on her shoulders, but you know that the others in the palace played a role.
>She's already started talking about some party Rarity asked her to throw.
>You listen, and let her bounce ideas off of you.
>Having worked on several projects with her, you know how important this is to her.
>Especially if you don't want it to become a small-scale emergency.
>Twilight works best when checked by outside logic.
>Apparently it was going to be some sort of Hearth's Warming party.
>Those could go one of two ways, and you knew which way you wanted to steer it.
>Small-ish, familiar, cozy.
>Big parties were better suited to New Years.
>She continues pelting you with ideas until you have to go.
>Excusing yourself, you grab your gear and head down the road.

>Reaching the field ahead of anyone else, you change in the locker room.
>Somehow you've kept your return a secret.
>The bribes to Pinkie helped, she's got a knack for controlling information.
>Which is unsettling when you think about it.
>Your mind returns to the present, and you pull a small chalkboard from your bag.
>Considering a few plays you've practiced, you erase them all.
>Thunderlane's defense is always pegasus-heavy.
>Anathema to the passing game, it is incredibly vulnerable to the run.
>They'll expect Applejack to carry the ball a lot, and she still will run a lot of plays, no question.
>But you'll have to keep them off-guard.
>And you've got an idea.

>"Howdy Anon." Mac drawls as he steps into the room.
"Hey Mac, ready to smash 'em?"
>"Eeyup. They won't be runnin' anything on us."
>"Good thing, too." Applejack adds, emerging from a nearby changing room. "Seems like half the town is plannin' on comin' tonight."
"What?"
>"Dash told Thunderlane she was back and that we're gonna kick his flank earlier today." AJ continues. "Bet him her entire reserve of cider too."
"Yeah, that sounds like Dash." you sigh.
>"What's that? Something sounds awesome?" a scratchy voice asks as hoofsteps clip-clop down the stairs.
"You just couldn't help yourself, huh?"
>"Psh, like I need to worry. This team is amazing."
>"Ya keep that up you'll need a bigger helmet."
>Waving them to be quiet, you watch as a few other teammates file in.
>It doesn't take long before the entire team is present.
>You gather them around.
>Mac is still Team Captain, but you're gonna be in charge of the offense now instead of AJ.
>These ponies know that, as a red-blooded American, football (hoofball, whatever) is in your genes.
"Okay, so offense, here's the plan: We'll start out with just plain old hoofball. Nothing fancy, just a quarter to warm-up and get a feel for the Thunder's D. I've got some plans to put into play second quarter, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. I haven't seen them play yet, so you'll have to give me some time. Mac?"
>"Stop the run, y'all. We got a great offense, so this game'll be in th' bag if we can just keep 'em from rushing through us. We all know that they can't pass t' save their hides, so just focus on th' ground game."
>"Let's go kick some flank!" Rainbow yells. "I've got all my cider riding on this game!"
>You roll your eyes as mixed cheers and jeers fill the room.
>The team piles out of the locker room, and you follow.
>The stands are nearly packed.
>Rainbow must have really caused a scene earlier today.
>The crowd isn't deafening -the stands aren't that big- but it's definitely loud.
>Standing on the sideline, you sing along to the anthem.
>Big Mac goes out to the 50 yard line for the coin toss, and wins.
>He nods to you, and your offense takes to the field.
>On the sidelines, you can see Thunderlane yelling at Mac, and a rough lip reading tells you he doesn't think you should be allowed to play.
>Waving a ref down, you ask if it's going to be okay.
>He assures you that Applejack already filed the paperwork, you're good to go.
>With a nod, you line up again, and the game begins.

>Coming in from the first quarter, you gather up your team.
>"We really need y'all to get on the board." Mac says. "We've kept 'em off it this long, but if they keep comin' like that they're gonna score sooner or later."
"I know, I know." you sigh. "Alright, I've got a good idea how to play this. Rainbow, the long game is hopeless, their pass defense is too good. I'm moving you to tight-end. We'll focus on running with Applejack and the short-pass. Questions?"
>Seeing none, you nod and return to the sidelines.
>When you finally return to the field, you huddle the group and outline a simple plan.
>Breaking the huddle, you line up.
>With a shout, the ball moves and the first play of the real game is in motion.

>Coming in from the third quarter, you can see two different teams.
>The offense is electrified, your short-play offense has worn out the Thunder defense, never sure if Dash, Dust Devil or Applejack will make the next play.
>Since the first touchdown, you've made it into the end zone three more times.
>But in this last quarter, your defense started to give.
>Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the Thunder began to gain.
>Pounding, methodical drives on the ground had worn down even Big Mac.
>They had finally scored last quarter.
>Twice, in fact.
>You still retained a sizeable lead, but you knew the Defense was going to give soon.
"Okay offense, two things going into the last quarter. You know how we've been playing it short? It's gotta get shorter. We need to drag out our on-field time to let the defense rest. Also, every drive has to end with a touchdown. We can't afford to blow our lead. Just listen to the plays, and we'll make it out of this game just fine."

>It's halfway through the fourth. You had scored on your last drive, but so had they.
>The good news is, if you can keep this up, you'll win.
>The bad news is, your defense is nearly exhausted.
>Thunderlane's rush game is the best in the league for a reason.
>You're halfway through another grueling drive, intentionally gaining just a few yards at a time.
>Every opportunity to run down the clock has been taken, and it's working.
>You had benched Rainbow after the last play, she had worked her flank off all game, and you didn't like the look of that last hit.
>She's a tough mare, but Thunderlane is a little too competitive for his own good sometimes.
>The good news is that you still have Applejack and Dusty.
>Also, you can't lose this game.
>You spotted Rose and Lyra in the stands at halftime.
>It strangely compels you towards victory.
>Lining up again you resume your drive.
>Pass to Dusty.
>AJ runs up the middle.
>AJ up the left, first down.
>And so it goes.

>The game clock has eight seconds left, and you're still up by a touchdown.
>You're only ten yards out, but you don't see a need to risk injuries on a strictly unnecessary touchdown.
>Walking off the field, you let the kicker head out there, and take a seat on the bench.
>"Hard night." Mac says.
"Amen to that."
>"Good news is, I know where all my weak spots are on th' ground."
"I didn't think our defense had any weak spots."
>"Ya been listenin' to Dash too much, Anon." Mac chuckles.
>The ball flies through the uprights as the clock reaches zero.
>Another successful Saturday.
>"Gonna be an uphill battle gettin' into th' playoffs." Mac comments.
"I didn't think we'd even shoot for it."
>"Normally I'd say you're right, but I somehow think we might have a shot."
"Even if we win every game we play, the right teams would have to lose for us to make it."
>"I suppose that's true. It'd be nice though." Mac nods. "I gotta shower. Meetin' Cheerilee and takin' her to th' party."
"Cloudchasers?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.
>"Eeyup."
"Doesn't she live on a cloud?"
>"Sure does. She moved it to the big field just down the road from Fluttershy's. I hear they're gettin' a bonfire goin' later on."
>No nerd solutions needed.
>Excellent.
"Thanks for the info. I'll see you there."
>Mac leaves, and you follow shortly after.

>With your gear locked up, you make your way out of the locker room.
>Emerging under the bleachers, you spot Lyra and Rose waiting nearby.
>The excitable unicorn rushes over while Rose saunters along behind.
>"Anon! That was amazing! I don't even watch hoofball and I know Thunderlane's got the best team!"
>"It's true." Rose adds, joining the bouncing unicorn beside you. "Thunderlane never shuts up about it."
"That does explain why Dash's bet got so much attention."
>Rose just nods as you lead the way away from the field.
>"So where to now, captain?"
"Mac's the captain." you say with a shrug. "But to answer your question, a shower would be nice."
>"With or without us?" Rose asks, bumping your leg with her flank.
>You inhale and exhale.
"That would be up to you, I suppose." you say, bumping her back.
>You smile to yourself at the silence, then realize the others have stopped.
>Lyra is whispering into Rose's ear a yard or so behind you.
>Your smugness is replaced with trepidation.
>After a moment, they catch up to you.
>"Worried?" Rose asks, reading your expression.
"Mares are trouble."
>Lyra giggles and Rose just smiles.
"Anyways, I do need a shower. After that, I'm heading to a party on the outskirts of town, and I'd love it if you two would join me."
>"That seems like a more reasonable plan." Rose replies.
"Great. You two can hang out in the castle while I freshen up. Oh, and I've got to load up a cooler. But then we'll be good to go!"
>"Leave the cooler to us, Anon!" Lyra says with a salute as you reach the steps of the crystal castle.
>As Rose follows Lyra towards the kitchen, you make your way upstairs.
"Leave the cooler to us, huh? She's a keeper." you mutter to yourself with a smile.


>lifting a couple of hay bales down off the wagon, you carry them to a reasonable distance from the fire.
>The party was already in full swing by the time you got there, the fire was lit and the music was thumping.
>Arranging the hay bales into a little bench, you sit down in the center. Lyra hops onto one next to you and promptly lays her head in your lap, lazily watching the fire and the laughing ponies gathered around.
>Rose digs into the cooler bag and offers you a cider, then procures one for herself.
>Looking around as you take a sip, you notice some familiar faces.
>Rainbow Dash is really rubbing it in Thunderlane's face.
>You wish those two would just hook up already.
>Applejack is helping Pinkie Pie load up a table full of snacks.
>Cloudchaser is giving her sister a hard time, probably about a crush or something dumb.
>And of course, Big Mac and Cheerilee are sat on their own bale, pulled a little farther into the shadows than is strictly necessary.
>Crazy kids.
>Of course, you had no doubts that Lyra would climb further into your lap if given the chance.
>Fluttershy and Twilight just arrived, and a sudden noise to your right alerts you to two troublesome twins joining your little group.
>"Anon! Why didn't you tell us you played hoofball! We would have come to cheer you on!" Aloe pouts.
"We kept it a secret so that Thunderlane wouldn't be prepared for it." you shrug. "Sorry."
>"That's okay." Lotus replies. "We'd be happy to help you /recover/ after a long, hard game though..."
>Rose groans and Aloe giggles.
>Lyra's ears twitch as you chuckle.
>"What'd I miss? I wasn't paying attention."
"Aloe and Lotus are here."
>"Oh. Hi girls!"
"Hi Lyra" they chime back.
>"It's really a shame you didn't come, Anon was really great out there." Rose adds.
>"Yeah! You should have seen him!" Lyra agrees.
>Aw shucks.
>"I didn't know you followed hoofball, Rose."
>Uhhhh...
>"I don't, but I spent all morning with Anon. He told me then."
>Nice save, Rose.
>"And I grabbed Lyra while Anon got ready." she quickly adds.
>You make a mental note to high-five Rose.
>Rainbow Dash brings Cloudchaser by, her sister awkwardly following.
>"Anon! You were great! We were great! This season is gonna be so awesome!"
>"This season is half over." Cloudchaser says giving Dash a sidelong glance.
"I'm just here to have a good time. I'm not sure it's mathematically possible for us to make the playoffs." you offer. "But if things work out that way, I won't complain."
>"Glad to see you see it that way. I was trying to convince Rainbow here how unlikely it is that your team will make it."
>"Anon, seriously, we can do this. You just have to believe!" Rainbow pleads.
>One hand playing with Lyra's mane, you gesture to your other side.
"I do have a very pretty cheer squad."
>"Seriously Anon, you can't-"
"Relax, Cloudchaser. I'm just taking it one game at a time. Pull up a haybale and grab a drink."
>Cloudchaser does visibly calm down, and Rainbow and her pull a fresh bale up next to Lyra, while Flitter squeezes in at the end by the spa twins.
>As the conversation inevitably devolves into hoofball trash talking, Rose leaves to join Fluttershy and Twilight, while Aloe and Flitter have a hushed conversation.
>Lotus has moved into Rose's spot at your side, and is currently trying to encroach on Lyra's real estate in your lap.
>She hasn't been successful.
>And you have been imperceptibly disparaging towards her efforts.
>You can sense her frustration, and it's hilarious.
>"-and that's why we're going to make it!" Dash explains.
"Rainbow, while I agree we are clearly an unstoppable juggernaut of skill and athleticism-" you say with enough sarcasm for most ponies to pick up, but not enough for Dash to notice "-I've looked at the numbers and the schedules and not only would we have to win out, but the two best teams would have to seriously stumble, but not in a way that helps the middle-of-the-pack teams. We're talking about Cloudchaser losing to either the Yetis or the Minotaurs, and Thunderlane losing to the Bandits. It just isn't going to happen."
>Rainbow looks like you just kicked Tank.
>"But-but..."
"Rainbow, look. I'm going to play my best, and we're going to win the rest of our games."
>Cloudchaser snorts.
"But we can't control what the other teams do. So let's just take it one game at a time, and we'll see how it plays out at the end of the season."
>"I don't know about /every/ game Anon..." Cloudchaser objects.
"No. Every game. You best get ready to lose." you say, flashing her a toothy smile.
>"Yeah! That's the Anon I know!"
>"Maybe next year you'll consider playing for a better team?" Cloudchaser suggests, hopping to her hooves. "One whose star player isn't so flaky?"
>"Hay!"
>You laugh as Rainbow gets in Cloudchaser's face.
>To her credit, Cloudchaser doesn't flinch as Rainbow berates her.
>After Dash stomps off, the mauve mare starts to leave, then pauses.
>"You are right about one thing, Anon." she says, looking back over her shoulder.
"What's that?"
>"You do have a very pretty cheer squad." she says, dragging her tail along Lotus' body as she walks away.
>The three of you stare after her as she saunters over to Thunderlane's group.
>Lotus's blush is fierce, and her look of confusion is adorable.
>You can't help but laugh, and Lyra soon joins you, earning you a punch in the shoulder from Lotus.
>"And so the predator becomes the prey." Rose says, walking up with Fluttershy in tow.
>"Hello Anon, are you having a good time?" Fluttershy asks.
"How could I not? I've got a cooler full of alcohol, there's a roaring fire, and I'm surrounded by ponies having a good time." you smile. "Hey, wait a minute. Isn't pestering me about having a good time Pinkie's job?"
>"Oh, well, she's very busy. I'm just helping a friend."
>Good ol' Flutters
"Have a drink, Shy. You can sit next to Lyra, I promise she won't bite."
>You pull Lyra into your lap outright, much to Lotus' ire.
>Rose pushes herself up against you and Lyra, making room for Fluttershy.
>Stabilizing Lyra with one arm, you lift the lid on your cooler and hand a bottle each to Rose and Shy.
>Rose quickly pops hers open and takes a hearty swig, Flutters taking the slightest sip of hers.
>Rainbow, clearly frustrated about something, fidgets in place while Rose starts talking about the Nightmare Night arrangements she's putting together for Town Hall.
>You stare contentedly into the fire, idly petting Lyra (now snoozing in your lap) while Fluttershy and Rose carry on about flower arranging.
>Rainbow leaves shortly thereafter, and Lotus resumes her attempts to usurp Lyra from her throne.
>Deciding to humor your less-than-subtle suitor, you reach your free hand down and pull her in close, running a hand across her back.
>You're considering how to acquire your next beer, since your hands are occupied, when a pair of wingbeats draws your attention to your right.
>Cloudchaser is floating there quietly, with Rainbow Dash watching from the darkness.
>Suddenly you understand half of what's going on.
>Working on a hunch, you speak in a low tone.
"Dash sent you over?"
>Cloudchaser rolls her eyes and nods.
"You know, I get the impression you aren't into me."
>"Well at least someone gets it."
"I think I know just what to do." you say, giving her a wink.
>Slowly stretching, you fake a yawn.
>Seeing her chance, Cloudchaser replaces your hand with her hoof.
>You, in turn, acquire and open a beer.
>Lotus, while not entirely paying attention, is neither deaf nor dumb, and quickly notices something has changed.
>Looking at you and your beer, she jumps up and around to face the playful pegasus.
>Spotting Rainbow Dash watching in the distance, Lotus puts two and two together and gets five.
>She then proceeds to storm over to the cyan pegasus and lay into her, Cloudchaser giggling like a filly at the display.
>"So Rainbow doesn't know you're into mares, huh?" Rose comments.
>"I guess not." Cloudchaser shrugs. "It does explain why she never reciprocated when I flirted with her back at the academy. A real shame she's into stallions."
"I guess I'm guilty of denying you Lotus then."
>"Nah, she's dated mares before. I've seen her." Cloudchaser counters. "Maybe she swings both ways. But you'd best be on your toes, Anon. I'm not letting you steal all of the pretty mares in town."
"I'm not stealing anything." you deny. "I'm just enjoying a nice, relaxing vacation."
>"I don't know about you, but Lyra sure seems relaxed."
>At the mention of her name, the mare stirs.
>"Hmmm?" she asks sleepily.
"Nothing. No need to get up."
>"Oh, actually, I need to use the little filly's room...and I've been hogging your lap this whole time..." she admits sheepishly.
>Hopping down, Lyra bounces away, humming along to a tune in her head.
>"I think I'm going to go intervene before Lotus and Dash get into a real fight." Cloudchaser says, a hint of worry in her voice.
>"Bye Cloudy!" a voice calls, suddenly reminding you that there were ponies present on the bales beyond Lotus.
>Aloe moves quickly, pushing a lavender pegasus over to you, then springing onto your lap.
>Standing up to look into your eyes, the pretty pink pony places a peck on your cheek before settling against your chest.
>Your face is hot.
>Next time you won't sit so close to the fire.
>That is clearly the issue.
>Fluttershy and Rose giggle softly, and a soft rustling to your right draws your attention to the previously positioned purple pegasus, who is fighting her wings down.
>You're gonna need another beer.
>"Anon, this is Flitter, by the way." Aloe yawns.
>A weight on your shoulder is accompanied by a familiar voice.
>"Flitter is Cloudchaser's sister. She's a really nice mare, but almost as awkward as Fluttershy." Rose tells you. "Go easy on her, tiger."
>Almost as awkward as Fluttershy, eh?
"Nice to meet you, Flitter. I take it your sister dragged you into this?"
>"Oh, well no. I mean yes! Yes, she brought me along, but I mostly to just help set up."
"Well I can't fault the party committee, y'all did a bang-up job."
>"T-thanks, y-you too!"
>You can't help but laugh, and the others join in as Flitter snaps her mouth shut.
"I don't think your sister would take kindly to you joining my cheer squad." you answer. "She's pretty competitive."
>"Actually, she brought me here because she says I need a coltfriend!"
>The implications of her own words reaching her several seconds after they've left her mouth, Flitter proceeds to cover her moth with her hooves as she freezes in place.
>A deep blush creeps across her mortified expression, drawing laughter from the others.
>She does not, however, topple over.
>Indeed, she's /almost/ as awkward as Fluttershy.
>Not long after, Fluttershy flies off to join Twilight and Applejack, and Rose takes the chance to restart a real conversation.
>"Flitter, I've been meaning to ask, what exactly do you do all winter?"
>The pegasus shifts awkwardly.
>"Well, um, I do collect a lot of data during the warm months, so I sift through all of that to look for ways to improve my process, but otherwise I well, I read and..."
"Wait, are you a farmer or something?" you ask, slightly confused.
>"What? Oh! No, I'm not. I do work with the farmers though. I'm an Apiarist!"
>You turn to Rose.
"Translation?"
>"She works with bees."
"Bees?"
>"Bees." Rose nods.
>"Rose is right." Flitter confirms.
"But not like, well, Fluttershy, right?"
>Flitter just cocks her head.
"You don't fill your house with bees?"
>"What? W-why would I do that? /WHO/ does that?"
>Rose falls against you, giggling.
"Well, I just mentioned Fluttershy."
>"Why would she fill her house with bees!? Bees don't like that!"
"I meant she brings her animal friends home with her." you reassure. "She doesn't have any bees in her home that I know of."
>"Oh, good. They really don't like being taken home."
"Learned that yourself?"
>Flitter nods and launches into an explanation as Lotus returns.
>"It was for a project when I was at the Academy-"
>You get the evil eye, and she is clearly miffed that Aloe has succeeded where she had failed.
>"...new species in the Everfree..."
>As Flitter stammers along, you lean in towards Rose for a moment.
"I think Lotus is mad at me."
>"You may have been a little hard on her." Rose agrees.
"Okay, that's all I needed to know."
>"...after they ate all of the cabinets..."
>Rose taps your side.
>"Anon?"
"Hmm?"
>"It isn't all your fault. But you should still make it up to her."
"Duly noted." you sigh, opening yet another beer.
>"...So after Maintenance got them all out and freed me from the refrigerator, I got moved to a brand new apartment!" Flitter concludes.


>The night progresses, and your alcohol supply continues to dwindle.
>Cooler is half empty, and Pinkie just got out her DJ get-up.
>You are currently buzzed enough to be talked into dancing, something Aloe magically picks up on.
>The good news is: The Casper Slide is a trans-dimensional constant.
>The bad news is: you're still white
>Fortunately for you, ponies and Humans are pretty different, and you manage to bluff your way through half a dozen songs with Aloe and then Lyra before taking a break.
>Most of the group has dispersed, leaving just your cooler and Flitter.
>Wiping your forehead, you crack open a cider, your beer supply exhausted.
>Noticing the fidgety pegasus on the next bale over, you hand her the cider and grab another one.
"Why aren't you out there? I'm out there, and I'm terrible!"
>"O-oh, no, I-"
"Flitter, you gotta realize something. Half of them are buzzed, and the rest are flat-out drunk. Go out there and have fun."
>The mare is unconvinced.
>You sit out two songs, encouraging her to drink her cider as you down a second.
>But when Pinkie introduces a hit from that Diamond Dog artist, Pitbull, you feel compelled to get up.
>Letting out a howl, you jump in to join.
>A line dance breaks out, and a more observant pony would be aware of the fact that Aloe did not back into you on accident.
>Unfortunately for her, you spot Flitter at the edge of the crowd and quickly drop back and slide in next to her.
>Clapping on the turn, you fall back into step.
>You can't see it, but a small smile creeps across her face as she redoubles her efforts.
>Swing your partner round and round, middle of the night it's going down~

>A little before midnight Pinkie announces the last song.
>You're laying on the ground, propped up by the hay bale.
>Rose and Fluttershy bowed out a while ago.
>Lyra had apparently met up with some friends, and she had stopped by to invite you over to her house for an afterparty.
>You made no promises.
>Flitter went to help her sister start packing up.
>That's when you finally saw Lotus reappear.
>When you had asked Aloe earlier she speculated that her sister was avoiding Cloudchaser.
>With her nemesis occupied, you knew what you had to do.
>Getting onto unsteady feet, you brushed yourself off and made quick time across the field.
>Lotus was talking to her sister and some others as Pinkie gave a final warning for the last song.
>Joining the group, Aloe leans affectionately into you, and you run your hand through her mane in return.
>Making eye contact with Lotus, you step away from Aloe and gesture to the dim space in front of the dying bonfire.
>Lotus stares back at you.
>And not a happy stare.
>So you pick her up and carry her off, hysterical giggling engulfing the group as you exit.
"Aw Lotus, you can't stay mad at me. Not with Bridle Adams' 'Heaven' playing out there." you coax.
>"You!" she whispers harshly, pounding your chest for emphasis "You left me to dodge Cloudchaser all night!"
"Yeah, I did." you admit "But I'm here now. I didn't think it was such a problem, you always seem so... assertive."
>"Well it was."
"Hey, c'mere." you say, shifting her position to let her fall onto her back hooves.
>Wrapping her forelegs around your midsection, Lotus leans against your chest as you guide her in slow circles.
"I'm sorry."
>"You're forgiven." she sighs. "This time."

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Chapter 5
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>Morning breaks bright and clear.
>You apparently left the balcony doors open yesterday, and now a crisp autumn breeze chills the room.
>Snuggling deeper under the covers, you pull Lotus tight against you.
>As a trace of her perfume catches your nose, you think back on yesterday.
>Cloudchaser, the last dance, carrying her home...
>Unlike Lyra, Lotus didn't pass out on the way home.
>Which has a lot to do with why you're only just now waking up.
>The clock reads a quarter past ten.
>Grabbing a hoodie, you roll out of bed and quickly pull it on.
>Crossing the room, you close the balcony doors and slip out into the castle.
>On your way to the kitchen, you run into Spike, vacuuming.
"Hey Spike. No note-taking today?"
>"Nah, Twilight is in Canterlot for the next few days. She left an hour ago."
"If that's the case, can I ask a favor of you?"
>"Sure Anon, what's up?"
"I'm gonna throw some of those Appleoosan apple pancakes in the oven. You know, the stupid big ones? Can you bring them upstairs when they're done?"
>"You know Twilight doesn't like you using me as a waiter, Anon."
"Which is why it's so convenient that she's gone!"
>"Okay Anon. When will they be done?"
"Like half an hour." you say, heading towards the kitchen "And Spike, you know I always tip."
>Stepping into the kitchen you can just barely hear him grumble.
>"And that's probably why Twilight doesn't like it."

>Returning to your room, you scrounge a couple of bits for Spike, and then hit the shower.
>A thorough scrubbing leaves you smelling like Ice, Wind and Freedom.
>With a hint of spruce.
>After washing your hair, brushing your teeth (an exercise in futility with breakfast on its way, but oh well) and shaving, you step out into the room and lie down next to the still sleeping Lotus.
>You grab a sketch pad and pencil and start doodling ideas for the old boathouse. You should have already heard back about your revised offer, and you're starting to itch about it.
>Good thing you've got Rose around, she'll know what to do with that huge backyard and the overgrown garden.
>Gotta get a tire and a rope for the big tree on the riverbank.
>Further thoughts are interrupted by the stirring of the blue pony curled up against you.
"Morning, sunshine." you offer cheerfully.
>"You" she groans. "Are too much."
"I have no idea what that means."
>"How are you so cheerful right now?"
"Well, its eleven o'clock and I've been up for an hour-ish already."
>Lotus just buries her face in her pillow.
>It occurs to you that she'll want to use the shower, so while she slowly moves towards actually maybe getting out of bed, you grab the wet towels from the bathroom and toss them in the hamper.
>In the hall, you start checking closets until you find fresh towels.
>You also spot the normal guest toiletries, and grab some of those.
>Lotus doesn't seem like one to use Old Spice.
>Carrying it all back to the room, you can smell those apple pancakes, all the way from the kitchen.
>Or Spike is on his way, one or the other.
>Restocking the bathroom, you find Lotus up on her hooves again.
>Stepping aside, she makes her way into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door as she starts the shower.
>Oh Lotus.
>Smiling to yourself, you pocket the bits on the table and head down towards the kitchen.
>You find breakfast cooling on a rack, and Spike has coffee brewing.
>It's something you had forgotten to ask for, which is why you always tip.
>Once the coffee is done, you load everything but the coffee pot onto a tray.
>Leaving the bits on the counter, you take the tray in one hand and the coffee in another and head upstairs.
>Passing Spike in the hallway, you thank him and nod towards the kitchen, and he scurries off.

>By the time Lotus emerges, you've closed the door (mostly) and set up breakfast for two on the balcony.
>When she finally joins you, she looks perfect as always.
>She just smiles and sits across from you.
>Brunch is quiet, just spent watching the ponies on the streets below.
"So what are your plans for today?"
>"I have work at three. Until then, nothing."
"I also have nothing going on this afternoon. How convenient."
>The door opens inside, and Spike brings you your mail from yesterday.
>The counter-offer from the Haymakers is in, a letter from Celestia, a letter from the Canterlot Academy, and a bank statement.
>Today being Sunday, everything is closed.
>You'll deal with it tonight. Right now, you return your focus to the mare across the table from you.

>Quiet conversation turns into a walk through the market, and a walk through the market turns into  you carrying bags of groceries for Lotus.
>Around two in the afternoon you find yourself on the door to a townhome down the street from the spa.
>Turning the key, Lotus lets you in, and directs you to the kitchen.
>There's something really nice in doing the mundane with company.
>And even more so, it was nice to see a side of Lotus that wasn't aggressively flirting all the time.
>The morning seemed full of Rose-like activities, as opposed to last night's decidedly Lotus-like activities.
>Realizing how you just described those things causes you to pause.
>As Lotus preps herself for work, you just stand in the kitchen, lost in thought.
>You really do like Lotus and Rose.
>Hell, her sister isn't bad either...
>...that probably isn't feasible.
>And Lyra is pretty awesome.
>So three?
>A good start.
>Assuming they're up for it.
>Lotus is definitely up for it.
>The others probably are too.
>You'll have to figure out how to ask them.
>Later though, because Lotus has returned.
>You walk her to work, and outside the spa kneel down to hug her.
"Hey Lotus? We should do this again."
>"Which part?" she shoots back, a coy grin creeping across her face.
"Yes." you quip back. "Now hurry up. Aloe's gonna be upset if I make you late for work."
>"No, but she'll be upset if you don't come see her though."
"You just want to flaunt last night."
>"A little, maybe. But I know Aloe better than anypony. She'll go on break when I start, and then you can spend some time with her."
>Furrowing your brow, you adopt a more serious tone.
"I'm not going to come between you two, am I?"
>"Having a hard time choosing?" Lotus teases. "Then take the third option."
>She then proceeds into the spa, laughing at your dumbfounded expression as she does.
>Following her into the spa, you hear Aloe asking what Lotus is laughing about.
>The twins share a whispered conversation before descending into a giggle-fit.

>Following Aloe out the door, you wave one final time to Lotus.
>Across the street from the spa is the north end of the riverfront park, and Aloe wastes no time heading towards the water.
>Hopping onto a bench, she starts to dig into her saddlebags as you take a seat beside her.
>The bench offers a nice view of the river, the tree covered hills of Sweet Apple Acres rolling towards the horizon beyond.
"Quite the view."
>"I always come here for lunch. This end of the park is usually very quiet."
"Makes sense. We're quite a ways from the center of town."
>Aloe continues to unpack her lunch, and you stretch your arms across the back of the bench, the sun-drenched wood warm in contrast to the crisp autumn air.
>A faint breeze carries a hint of Aloe's perfume across your nose.
>Similar to Lotus, but different.
>Complimentary, even.
>You furrow your brow.
"So Aloe, yesterday-"
>"Lotus told me." she says, finishing a final bite of her apple.
"I don't want to come between you two." you start cautiously.
>"So don't."
>You were afraid it might come to that...
>"Anon."
>Slowly turning your head to face the pink mare, you see that she's... smiling?
>A velvet hoof reaches up to your chin.
>"I know you aren't very good at this, Anonymous." she says, looking around quickly.
>Stepping fully onto the bench, she straddles your lap and leans in close.
>"Lotus and I have spent our whole lives together. We went to school together, we got our cutie marks together, we opened a business together..."
>You instinctively pull her against you as you look into those deep sapphire eyes.
>"...it would only be natural for us to marry a stallion together." she finishes, moving in for a kiss before you can even register what she's saying.
>Her lips are soft, and her tongue aggressive, as you revel in the moment with this mare.
>As you break the kiss, the wind whips up, hiding your faces in her mane as she stares down at you with a small smile.
>"Are you still worried?"
"Not at all." you say, a smile creeping across your own face.

>Dropping Aloe off at the spa you walk through town with a renewed spring in your step.
>Not three, four.
>Four mares.
>Not that you've asked any of them.
>The twins are clearly interested.
>And you've got a feeling Rose and Lyra won't be hard sells.
>Four isn't bad, maybe when you talk to Celestia you can convince her that four is enough...
>Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Anon.
"Right, still have to ask." you say to yourself.
>"Ask what?"
>What?
>Looking around, you see Sweetie Belle staring up at you.
"Oh, hey Sweetie Belle. Just talking to myself."
>"Yeah, you kinda looked like you weren't paying attention. You almost stepped on me!"
"Sorry Sweetie. I was kind of spacing out there."
>"So what do you need to ask, Anon?"
"Oh, just thinking about a project I was asked to work on in Canterlot." you lie. "Hey, why are you out here alone?"
>"Well..."
"You aren't working a story, are you?"
>"It's not my fault!" she squeaks. "I don't get to choose the story, Diamond Tiara just assigns them to us."
>You pick up Sweetie Belle and carry her as you change course, bound now for Carousel Boutique.
"So what's the scoop?"
>"Huh?"
"The story, what story are you working on?"
>"Oh, uh, well the thing about the Dam was really popular. So Diamond wanted me to find out more about what you were doing in Ponyville."
"I see. Nosy little filly, isn't she?"
>"She's the worst." Sweetie Belle agrees.
>You can't help but laugh, and as you make your way through the center of town, you decide to make a detour.
>Sweetie, perched on your shoulder, hugs your head as you approach the gingerbread bakery.
>"You're the best, Anon."
"Seems like a good place for an interview."
>She giggles as you place an order and carry her over to a booth in the corner.
"Now what do you need to know?"

>Pinkie brings a bucket of fresh cookies and two glasses of cold milk, and the two of you munch away as Sweetie begins her interview.
>"So are you just here on a vacation or something?"
"No, I'm actually planning to settle down in Ponyville." you say.
>"Really? Are you gonna live in the Castle with Princess Twilight?"
"I am right now, but I'm shopping for a house. I've got my eye on a few options."
>"That's so cool! So are you gonna stop working on projects and stuff?"
"Nope. In fact, I just got a letter from Canterlot asking me if I am free to begin work on a project up there."
>"But you're living in Ponyville, won't that be hard?"
"I plan to open a small office here, and I'll have an office in my future home. There's a lot of my job that doesn't require me to be on-site. And if I have to spend time away from home, that's just part of the cost of hiring me."
>"So like, you'd live in a hotel or something?"
"More or less. I still have an apartment I own in Canterlot, so not for this project. But if it was in say, Fillydelphia, yeah. I'd have to stay somewhere after all."
>"What is it that they asked you to plan?"
"That is for them to announce, I just make the plans and see them through."
>"Aww, alright. Do you have any projects planned for Ponyville?"
"Nopony has approached me, but I'm not really looking for work. This project in Canterlot was something I was asked about a year ago, but they just now got the bits to pay for it."
>"So we won't see a new dam anytime soon?"
"Sweetie, even if I started today, that kind of project will take time. It would be months at the earliest before the plans were finished, then they have to be approved by the Mayor and Town Council, and if the Princesses are helping to pay for it then there are a lot of ponies in Canterlot that have to look at the plans and approve them too."
>"Why?"
"Just the way it is."
>"Grown-ups are weird."
"Cheers to that." you say lifting your glass.
>You talk about all sorts of things, and tell her what you're looking for in an office space.
>Helping her get ahead is the easiest way to keep her on the straight and narrow with her reporting.
>That in mind, you promise to give her a tour when you finally find a work space.
>Bucket now mostly empty, you put the remaining cookies in a to-go box and lift Sweetie back onto your shoulder.
>Bits on the table for Pinkie, you head out the door and towards Carousel Boutique.

>"Anon, I wasn't expecting you! The boutique is a mess!"
"Your desk is always a mess. The rest of the place is fine, as usual." you remark, setting down Sweetie Belle.
>"So what brings you to my humble little shop today?"
"Just ran into an errant filly on my way home, figured I'd return her to proper adult supervision."
>"Oh, is that all?"
"Maybe cruising for company. I'm afraid I've recently spoiled my appetite."
>"I suspect, by the crumbs on my dear sisters face, she will have no need for dinner?"
"You are likely correct." you say, taking a seat on the couch.
>"And I suspect that a certain human, with a bit of something at the corner of his mouth, is responsible?"
"Guilty as charged."
>"You do know that spoiling her like that makes it that much more difficult for me, right?"
"Why Miss Rarity, whatever do you mean?" you ask, feigning shock.
>Carefully putting away her design notes, she walks over and sits next to you.
>"Just know, Anon, that I shall not forget these things. After all, with seven mares, it won't be long until you're a father."
"Touché."
>A moment passes before Rarity breaks the silence.
>"How is your search going, by the way?" Rarity asks, hopping off the couch.
"Better than I had hoped."
>"Oh? Do tell." she prods, putting a tea kettle on the stove.
"Not much to tell, to be honest. You already know who I spent the evening with at Pinkie's last party. Just getting closer with those same mares."
>"All of them?"
"Yeah, why?"
>The kettle whistles, and Rarity doesn't answer as she moves the water to a ceramic kettle and brings the whole tea service with her.
>Pouring herself a cup, she looks at you.
>"Really, Anonymous? Twins?"
>You nearly fumble the teapot, but recover just in time.
"Heh, well, I am a guy. And from the conversation I had with Aloe earlier..."
>"You are truly incorrigible."
"It's a cross I have to bear." you nod.
>"So other than Aloe and Lotus, who's in this little harem of yours, hmm?"
"Like I said, the mares I sat with at the party. So Lyra and Rose."
>"Just four? If I recall that's a few short."
"I don't know, four seems like plenty." you object.
>"But the Princesses said seven, and that number comes from where? Oh yes, Twilight's scientifically grounded analyses of your abilities as a Herd stallion."
"Oh Twilight, that's- wait, seriously?"
>"You didn't know? She had all this data and interview material, and as she sorted through it, she decided one of her analyses should be on your ability to lead a herd."
"Somehow that isn't that surprising." you sigh. "So I guess I'm probably stuck looking for three more, huh?"
>"Yes dear, I'm afraid so. Though the fact that you've invited four mares into your herd might buy you some extra time from them."
"Heh, yeah, about that. I said I'm closer, I haven't actually invited any of them."
>"Anon, are you saying you're just stringing those poor mares along?"
"Well, I wouldn't-"
>"You need to ask them. Soon."
"Is there some pony dating rule I'm missing here? Because right now we're barely dating."
>Except Lotus, you're definitely more than dating Lotus.
>Rarity doesn't need to know that though.
>"I mean, there are a lot of envious mares out there, Anonymous. And I know if I were a mare hearing some of the rumors going around..."
"I haven't been in town a month yet!"
>"I'm just warning you, darling. If nothing else, those poor girls will need some assurance that you're just taking things slow."
"Now that is sensible advice. I can do that."
>"But seriously dear, start thinking about how you want to invite them to your herd."
"I'll put some thought into it."
>"Good." she smiles "Now enough about that, how is your-"
>Rarity is cutoff by a crash from upstairs.
"I think that is my cue to leave."
>"Yes, do come by again soon though, we have so much to talk about!"
"Sounds good. Seeya around, Rares." you say, letting yourself out as she ascends the stairs.
>"Sweetie Belle!" Rarity's voice rings out as you shut the door.
>There's nothing you can do to spare the filly from the wrath she has brought upon herself.
>Humming a tune to yourself, you head home.

>Sitting on the balcony again, you finally sort through your mail.
>The letter from Gabe was practically burning your fingers, you couldn't wait to open it.
>Reading over it, they came back over your offer by a hefty amount, and wanted their own appraiser to take a look at it.
>Hmm, the appraiser is fine, maybe you could convince them to use the town assessor. They're paid by town hall, so they'll be impartial.
>The money, well, you'll counter at the cost of expenses. Not a bit more.
>Your mind made up, you set it aside and open the bank statement.
>And move quickly on to the letter from the academy.
>It seems that a wealthy donor has agreed to fund the botanical gardens, they're asking if you're available to design them.
>They are willing to front a nice chunk of change, and it'd be an excuse to visit Canterlot.
>A thought crosses your mind, and you decide to ask Rose what she's doing Wednesday.
>Scribbling down a reply, you ask if this week is too soon for a meeting to discuss the project.
>Sealing the letter, you set it aside.
>Lastly, the scroll from Celestia.
>It's an offer to cover a portion of the bits for your home. Doing a bit of mental math, it comes out to like 40% of the original price of the home.
>Not bad.
>If the academy can meet with you, you'll make sure to make time to visit with the princesses while you're in Canterlot.
>Business handled, you head to bed.

>Morning breaks clear and cold, the first real frost of the year coating everything in a crystalline sheen.
>Rising at a decent hour, you enjoy breakfast in the kitchen with Spike.
>He's in a pretty good mood, and you hear out his aspirations.
>Twilight is a good pony, but she will always treat Spike as a kid.
>Every kid grows up someday though, so you're looking to his future.
>Poor guy is tired of being her maid, and you can respect that.
>But he genuinely likes working with Twilight, and you have an idea for that too.
"So why don't you become a Scribe then?"
>"You mean like the stuffy old dudes in Canterlot? No thanks, Anon."
"Well yeah, the stallions in the archives are scribes, but the job itself actually lends itself well to being a research assistant. In fact, Starswirl was originally trained as a Scribe. All that time spent around magical research led him to develop some theories of his own, and boom, greatest arcane theoretician of all time!"
>"Okay, yeah. I'll think about it."
"I'll put in a good word next time I see the princesses."
>"Just don't tell Twilight."
"Yeah, that's a good call." you nod, downing the last of your coffee. "You cooked, I'll take care of the dishes. Go enjoy your day off."
>Not needing to be told twice, Spike scurries off to do whatever it is he does.

>Dishes complete, you head for the real estate office, stopping to drop the reply to the Academy in the mailbox as you go.
>A bell rings as you step inside.
>"Be with you in a moment!"
>Taking a seat, you relax.
>"Oh, Mister Anonymous, good timing!"
>You raise an eyebrow.
>A pony steps into the room behind him, and moves to extend a hoof to you.
"My name is Perfect Measure. I'm the Ponyville Assessor."
>"We were about to go meet Buckwheat and have a look at the Haymaker estate, if you'd like to join us?"
"They won't mind?"
>"It is only fair. No question about what is in the report if both parties are present." Measure offers.
"Sounds good. have you shared the previous appraisal with him?"
>"I have not."
>"I don't want my opinion biased by it." Measure explains.
"Makes sense. Let's go then."
>Your group makes their way via carriage to the outlying estate, and when you do you're greeted by a lanky pony with a brown coat and gold mane.
>Stepping out of the carriage, he clearly wasn't expecting you.
>It makes him nervous, you can tell.
>Good, he probably knows that the house needs work, but isn't sure how much.
>Or your height is intimidating him, that's been the case before too.
>Reading ponies was never your strong suit.
>Measure and Gablegait are already at the door, so you introduce yourself.
"I'm Anonymous, by the way." you say, extending your hand.
>"Buckwheat." the pony says, taking it.
>Firm, dry, three seconds. Handshake acceptable.
"Let's go, before we miss the appraisal." you say gesturing for him to lead.
>The appraisal goes largely in your favor.
>Measure isn't quite as apocalyptic as Beam and Walnut, but you feel good about it.
>As you exit the house, you turn to Buckwheat.
"I can increase my offer just a bit, maybe 5%."
>"I think we'll accept. It's our fault, really. None of us have been out to look at it in ages." he concedes.
"Good. I'll buy lunch then. Gabe, Measure, lunch?"

>After lunch, Measure parts ways, and the three of you return to Gabe's office.
>A bit of dickering later, and the paperwork is complete.
"I'll have the money lined up by the end of the week."
>"I'll leave the keys with Gabe, then." Buck says. "It's good to have grandpop's place off our hands after all these years."
>"Trust me, it's going to be put to good use."
"I've heard the rumors. Good luck, Anon."
>You just laugh, and Buckwheat heads out.
>Following suit, you head towards the post office, before opting to stop and visit your favorite florist.

>"Anon! I haven't seen you around in a while." Rose smiles, wheeling a cart of arrangements out into the shop.
"Sorry, I get caught up in things."
>"I know. But it makes a mare nervous."
"I'll make it up to you."
>"You'd better." she says, starting to unload.
>You move in to help, taking the opportunity to bump her, which earns you a look.
"Speaking of making it up to you, what are you doing this week?"
>"Other than working? Well, I'm a popular mare, but I suppose I could find a free evening."
"Ah, work's no fun. Why not take a break."
>"When?"
"The next three days."
>"Kind of hard to plan a break with that vague of a schedule." she says, pushing the now empty cart back behind the counter. "I'm going to need some details."
"Oh, you misunderstand." you explain, leaning on the counter. "I meant all of the next three days."
>"Three days?" she says, moving back around the counter. "What could you have planned that needs little ol' me to take three whole days off of work?"
>Putting your back to the counter, you slide down into a sitting position.
"Well, I got a letter about a project."
>"What kind of project?" she asks, taking a seat next to you.
"A fancy garden."
>"Where?"
"Canterlot."
>"I am quite fond of flowers."
"And I am quite fond of you." you say, draping an arm across her. "So I figured I'd make a little trip out of it. Handle some business, and spend some time with little ol' you in Canterlot. I just hope you can make time for me."
>"You make it hard for a mare to say no." she giggles. "When do you want to leave?"
"I think the first train is at nine o'clock, does that work for you?"
>"Should I meet you at the station?"
"I'll take that as a yes, and I'll swing by around eight thirty to pick you up."
>She leans into you.
>"You're something else, Anon."
"Ah, you love it though." you say, squeezing her lightly.

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Chapter 6
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>"It's been a long time since I've left Ponyville."
"I rarely left Canterlot when I was here."
>"It's just that I'm always so busy with my shop..."
"Lily and Daisy can handle it."
>"I know. It's just weird for me."
"So have you ever been to Canterlot?"
>"Once, when I was a little filly."
"So not that long ago."
>Rose throws you a look, then returns her gaze out the window.
>The gleaming walls of the suspended city are drawing close.
>Seeing the water cascading out of the city works brings back memories of your most recent project.
>You'll have to talk to your buddy Floodgate, maybe schedule a tour to see how they're doing.
>The train passes through the gates, and you're into the city.
>An announcement warns you that the train will be arriving soon, and you pull your luggage from the overhead racks.
>Once the train comes to a stop, you rise and stretch, then open the door.
>Stepping aside, you follow Rose out onto the platform.
"Alright, first and foremost, let's get to my apartment."
>"Your place first?" Rose asks. "Really Anon, I'm not that kind of mare."
"Someone has been spending too much time at the spa."
>"But Anon, they /are/ those kinds of mares."
"Point taken." you say, leading the way to the street. "Taxi!"

>You drop the luggage in the bedroom and make a sudden realization.
>"Anon, is this a one bedroom apartment?"
>Yes. It is.
"Totally forgot about that." you admit sheepishly. "I'll take the couch for tonight."
>Rose says nothing, having wandered into your office.
>"You know Anon, these landscapes aren't half bad." she says, looking over some ideas you had drawn for the academy.
"I'm glad you approve. These were the other reason I needed to come here." you say, pulling them off the wall and carefully rolling them. "I drew these when they first conceived the project, but I was starting to think they'd never sort out the funding."
>"I may make something of you yet." she says, bumping you as she walks past.
>Sliding the drawings into a cardboard tube, you cap it and head into the living room.
>"For someone who's making such a fuss over a house in Ponyville, your apartment sure is bare."
"I never spent much time here."
>"Except your office. That room is full of life."
"...there may be a good reason I was told I need a few mares in my life." you admit.
>"It's a good thing you're going to have so many. They're going to have their work cut out for them."
"You sure you aren't a princess? Because you're starting to sound like them." you say, pouring a pair of gin and tonics.
>"I'm sure." Rose answers, taking her glass. "But I am looking forward to telling the princesses about how you're flirting with all of these mares, but have yet to even mention herding to any of them."
>You catch yourself before pulling a spit-take, and carefully swallow.
"I'm just taking things slow."
>"Very slow." Rose nods sadly. "It's almost like you don't want a herd."
"Hey Rose?"
>She looks over at you, emerald eyes sparkling with mischief over her glass.
"Stick to flowers. You're no good at fishing."

>Walking down the streets of Canterlot, all sorts of ponies stop and wave.
>Over the past couple of years you've built a reputation.
>You were the one who redesigned the city works, and brought local electricity to Canterlot.
>The rebuilt Royal Archives? Your design.
>Perimeter Park was an uninspired mess, but under your guidance it has become one of the most romantic places in Canterlot.
>The elites in Canterlot may not like much, and definitely not outsiders (let alone aliens), but anyone who does such service to their fair city... well, they can look beyond the superficial.
>And they aren't as bad as everyone makes them out to be, really.
>Stopping by Pony Joe's, you pay for two coffees, a donut for you and whatever the lady wants.
>As Rose peers through the glass at Joe's extensive offerings, you take a sip of your coffee at the counter.
>"Finally got your hoof caught, eh?"
"What?"
>"Your lady friend. Mighty pretty. I'm happy for ya, Anon."
"She is very pretty." you nod. "And a sharp wit."
>"Those 'r' the dangerous ones." he says with a smile. "You'll never know what hit ya."
"I know just enough to know that I'm in trouble." you agree.
>Rose finally comes to a decision, and with breakfast in hand, you head to a bench on a nearby canal.

>"So where is this garden project of yours?"
"Just up the road a bit. We don't need to be at the administrator's office for another hour though."
>Rose takes a bite of donut and chews.
>Ponies mill around you, going about their day, hardly paying you any mind.
>Having long since wolfed down your own food, you sip appreciatively on your coffee.
>Shifting hands, you stretch an arm around your companion, absently stroking her mane.
>Offering an exploratory scratch behind her ear elicits a twitch as her breath hitches.
>Taking another sip of coffee, you run a finger along the edge of her ear before gently rubbing it between your thumb and forefinger.
>Rose lets out little purring noises as she leans into you.
>You stay like that, in silence, for some time.
>Words would only cheapen the moment.
>A clocktower chimes the half hour, and you start to shift.
"C'mon, we'll be late if we don't leave soon."
>Rose sets a hoof on your chest, and when you look down, her viridian eyes lock with yours.
>She lunges up, knocking you over, as her lips find yours.
>Brushing her mane out of your face, you wrap your arms around her.
>Her fur is soft, and her lips needy.
>When she breaks the kiss, you simply lift her up as you get to your feet.
"Where did that come from?" you ask, surprised.
>"I can't believe I let Lotus beat me to that."

>The meeting is not terribly exciting, since you've already got plans made for the project.
>You do make sure to negotiate a consultants fee for the Flower Sisters.
>Really, just Rose, but something about listing just her seems improper.
>She's the closest thing to a marefriend you have, and that seems unethical...
>...but at the same time you know her advice will be worth every bit.
>Your plans in tow, you and Rose join a few campus officials on a walk over the proposed area.
>As a secretary holds the concept drawing up with her magic, you talk the bureaucrats through the demolition of a few old maintenance structures.
>In their place, a mixed indoor/outdoor complex.
>Carefully manicured grounds planted with flora native to the Canterlot area.
>Climate controlled houses for places as close as Vanhoover and as distant as Zebrica.
>Iron frames plated with blacked copper will hold the opaque glass.
>The copper means that as the paint wears out, the frame will transition to a green color.
>It's the kind of detail you've built your name on.
>After the walk, the officials agree that you're the man for the job.
>As if there was any doubt.
>Several hours of paperwork will need to be handled still, but you push that off until tomorrow.
>Leaving the Academy, you head for the palace gates and a meeting with an old friend.

>The salon is elegantly, yet simply, appointed.
>A room used for hosting friends, not dignitaries.
>Rose sips a cup of tea, while you recline in your usual spot -stretched out on a chaise-lounge.
>"If I had to guess, you have been here before."
"Hmmm? Yeah, this was where a lot of backroom discussions about royal projects took place."
>"You looked so natural walking through that door. Like it was your own apartment."
"They even left the human-sized coat rack here."
>"Is there any room over there for little old me?"
"Not a chance." you smirk.
>The shock on her face is quickly replaced with a grin of her own as she loads a barbed quip in reply, but the arrival of Princess Celestia of the Sun interrupts.
>"Anonymous! You have no idea how perfect your timing is!"
"Good to see you too, Celly." you say, standing up.
>You quickly cross the room to embrace your old friend, giving Rose the opportunity she needs to steal your seat.
>Tricksy little hobbitses.
>Taking Rose's abandoned tea, you take a seat instead in a corner of a low couch.
>Celestia lifts her regalia onto the coat rack, and plops down onto the other corner of the couch.
>With Rose at the table, there is a direct line of sight with the chaise lounge.
>There is no such line of sight from the lounge to the couch, which sits behind it.
>Two can play at this game.
>The sight line problem was something you used to your advantage when you were only half interested in, or outright protesting, a discussion.
>Also when you were tired.
>You had fallen asleep there countless times.
>All of this backstory is lost on the owner of the emerald eyes staring over the back of the lounge as Celly unloads.
>"I can't thank you enough, Anon." the regent sighs. "The Everfree Druidic Circle was petitioning me for access again, and it grows harder and harder every year to deflect them."
"I still say you should just let them go in."
>"Anonymous, we've covered this a hundred times-"
"And I have disagreed with you a hundred times."
>"They have no idea how dangerous it is."
"You have to allow children to grow up sometime, Celestia."
>"I can't let them wander blindly into danger."
"They're adults. Their choices -and the consequences- are on them."
>At this point, you stride across the room to fill the now empty tea cup with coffee.
>Rather unceremoniously, you lift Rose under an arm and carry her to the couch with you.
>Sitting down, Rose leans up against you.
>"If you don't mind filling me in, who are the Everfree Druids? I thought only Zecora lived in the forest."
>You share a look with Celestia.
>Adopting a pinkie-out, looking-down-the-nose posture, you clear your throat.
"The Druidic Circle of the Most Verdant Everfree is a group of Canterlot socialites who happen to enjoy the outdoors. They throw lavish garden parties, go on 'expeditions' to wild places, and sponsor the annual Canterlot Color Walk when the leaves turn."
>"They are very well meaning ponies, and while I am happy to see them enjoying the splendors of nature-"
"Their idea of an expedition is a long weekend in Whitetail Woods, or -at the wildest- a guided safari tour in Zebrica."
>"Most of them couldn't start their own campfire if they wanted to." Celestia groans.
>"And they want to visit the Everfree?" Rose asks.
"They took their name from the wildest place in Equestria, and I think it bothers some of them that they've never visited their namesake."
>"And they never will." Celestia adds.
"Which is why they keep asking."
>Rose ponders for a moment.
>"Assuming that you have already warned them a hundred times how dangerous it is, and that they still refuse to heed your warnings..." she says slowly, as her thoughts come together.
>"I have, and they do." Celestia sighs.
>"Well princess, I have to agree with Anon then."
>"What!?"
"Really?"
>"I mean, Anon and I have spent some quality time in those woods. And he's been treated rougher at the Day Spa than he was out there with me."
"Those twins are the real monsters." you chuckle, lifting an accusatory finger into the air.
>"So you mean to tell me that dear Anonymous here isn't a total shut-in?"
>"Oh no, he's been quite the socialite." Rose continues. "He even has a little pack of mares trailing after him most of the time."
>Suddenly you are wary of where this conversation is going.
>"Really?" Celestia presses.
>Rose nods soberly.
>"He seems interested, but then he hasn't even asked any of us on a real date yet."
>Bam.
>This is kind of where you expected this to go.
>You should have brought Lyra with you.
>She wouldn't have done this to you.
>Celestia is giving you her best 'disappointed mom' look.
"Celly please." you say, rolling your eyes. "When was the last time /you/ dated?"
>"What!? That has nothing to do with it." she sputters. "I simply can't believe you're stringing mares along, Anonymous."
"Who said I'm stringing them along? My time in Ponyville so far is best measured in weeks, or even days, not months."
>Rose shifts her weight, subtly pushing herself closer against you.
"I would also like to remind you that the resident alien does not know much of anything about pony dating customs, and maybe telling him to build a herd was a mite bit ambitious."
>"You've been doing pretty well, in my opinion." Rose chimes in.
"Hush." you say, taking one of her ears between your fingers again.
>Rose hums appreciatively.
>"I understand what you're saying Anon. But don't you enjoy spending time with these mares?"
"Of course I do." you say, throwing her a look. "You know I wouldn't put up with them if I didn't."
>"Then why not invite them into your herd?"
"...because I've known most of them for less than a month?"
>"You should at least be dating them by now, Anon."
"What? I mean, I'm not opposed to it, but why the rush?"
>"I'm surprised Twilight hasn't said anything about your hoof-dragging."
"I feel like I missed something here."
>"It's very simple, Anon. You find some mares you like, you invite them on a few dates, and when you've got a good group, you ask them to herd with you."
"Uhhh."
>"Twilight clearly needs further guidance. Perhaps I should send Cadence-"
"Do it and I will never work another project for you ever again."
>"Now now, no need for dramatics." Celestia laughs. "I just want you to relax."
"Ugh, Cadence is the opposite of relaxation."
>"What do you mean?" Rose asks innocently.
>"We haven't the time to discuss the many blind dates my niece has setup for Anonymous."
"Let's just say, I wasn't aware I was going on any of them."
>"Things didn't go well?"
"Not in the least."
>"You seem to get along with Rose much better." Celestia offers.
"Absolutely. Smart and pretty, a winning combination." you smile.
>"Someone has to look after you."
>"Why not invite her to your herd, Anon?"
"Man this is awkward." you say, finishing your coffee. "It's all just moving so fast..."
>"It seems to be moving rather slowly to me." Celestia says, confusion showing on her face.
>You hold a finger up, as you think about how to proceed.
"How long do ponies usually date before marriage?"
>"You mean until the stallion proposes? Or the wedding itself?"
"Let's use the proposal."
>"Six to eight months. Though it's not unheard of to date for as long as a year."
>"My mom and dad only dated for five." Rose adds.
"And look how you came out." you quip, earning a scowl and a hard tap on your chest. "But I now see the problem."
>"Problem?" Rose asks, looking up at you.
"Not a problem, per se. More of a miscommunication." you amend.
>Rubbing Rose's captive ear, you gather your thoughts.
"Humans... date on a more extended timeline."
>"Oh?" Celestia says. "Twilight never mentioned anything like that."
>"With all due respect, Princess Twilight gets uncomfortable when a couple sits too close on a park bench." Rose giggles.
"Yeah, Twi never really pried into human romance." you nod.
>"So how long do humans usually date?" Rose asks.
"A few years, usually."
>"Years!?" Celestia balks.
>Rose groans.
>From your answer or your ear rubbing, you're not sure.
"I think my parents dated for three, my sister dated for four. I think a second cousin of mine dated for eight or something ridiculous like that." you confirm.
>"Eight years? Surely they must have known sooner-"
"I think they started dating in school, and waited until they graduated from college -that's like Academy here- before they wed."
>"I see, that is something I wish I would have known sooner." Celestia muses.
"Communication." you state sagely.
>"It does explain a lot." Rose pouts. "I was starting to think you didn't like me."
"You, of all ponies, don't have to worry about that." you assure her.
>"Well, I'll let the others know... you should probably let the other mares in this group of yours know that Anon." Celestia advises.
 "Well, with this is in the open, I'll say this: I'm willing to compromise."
>"I'm listening." Celestia says.
>Rose has gone very still.
"I think a few mares that I like might get asked out on a date pretty soon." you say. "And I'll try to keep it in mind that things move faster here."
>Looking down, Rose is looking up at you.
"You busy tomorrow night?"
>"I think I'm free." she says, smiling broadly.
"How about penciling in a first date?"

>The rest of the afternoon is spent talking about the mundane.
>Canterlot politics.
>Your house.
>The Elements of Harmony.
>Celestia tittering over your date tomorrow.
>The usual.
>She does invite the two of you for breakfast tomorrow, an invitation you graciously accept.
>Back at your apartment, you slide out of your shoes and turn to your bar.
"Rose, anything?"
>She declines, and you pour a gin and tonic.
>Sipping the cool concoction, you peruse your available dinner options.
"Okay, so here's my next plan." you say. "Buy some groceries."

>Rose expresses some confusion when you hail a cab.
>"Isn't there a market we passed just two blocks from here?"
"Sure is. This is Upper Canterlot, full of rich and important ponies. That market is therefore kind of expensive. It's all 'organic this' and 'heirloom that' with those ponies."
>"So where are we going?"
"Lower Canterlot, where the bulk of the ponies live, and where prices are normal for normal food."
>"So why don't you live in Lower Canterlot? You could probably get a larger apartment for the same price."
"Well, I own that apartment. A gift from Celly and Luna."
>"It must be nice having those connections."
"Well, they can be a little meddlesome."
>"You sure seem to be suffering." she says, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, I guess I'm doing alright." you smile, wrapping an arm around her.

>Having returned from the Lower Market, you check the time and get to work.
>After pouring another drink.
>Some penne goes in a pot.
>You roughly chop some fennel and tomatoes, and throw them in a bowl with some baby spinach.
>Running a knife over a handful of kalamata olives, you toss them in with the other veggies.
>Those go in a pan with a little bit of oil and some spices to sautee.
>Draining the pasta, you procure a block of feta from your bag.
>Two plates go down...first a bed of pasta, then the vegetables, lastly crumbled feta on top...
>Dinner is ready.
>You call Rose over, as the bottle of wine joins the plates on your table.
>"Trying to impress me, Anon?"
"Nah, it's fresh but simple. I used to cook a lot, before work got in the way."
>"What changed?"
"I was halfway through the remodel of the Archives for Luna, when Celestia asked me to start designing the massive overhaul of the Canterlot Water Works." you recall.
>"Why didn't you finish the Archives first?"
"Things with the Archives were moving along swimmingly, and the original plan for the Canterlot Works was nothing near what it turned out to be." you say, a wry smile forming at the corners of your mouth.
"The original plan was just to repair most of the system and rebuild the main trunk line from the mountain." you explain.
>"What did it end up being?"
"The main trunk line was replaced as planned, but then the major feeder branches were also replaced."
"And then the return lines."
"And then the Departure Channels."
"Oh, and idiot me mentioned the idea that we could build hydroelectric generating stations on the departure channels. So that also got added."
>"I can see why you needed a vacation." Rose says. "And I can also see why you need a herd."
"Why's that?"
>"Some of us know how to say 'no'."

>Sleeping on the couch wasn't as bad as you remembered.
>Breakfast at the palace was every bit as delicious as you remembered though.
>The down side?
>Cadence and Shining were in.
>The up side?
>Cadence spent the whole time fawning over Rose.
>And when Rose was able to keep up with your quips at breakfast, Cadence burst.
>"Oh my gosh, you can keep up with him! You can even top him! I didn't think anypony could do that!"
>That's probably an exaggeration.
>You are in no way the most sarcastic human in existence.
>Well, assuming 'existence' counts whatever dimension Earth is in.
>Ignoring Cadence, you turn to Celestia.
"I'm going to spend most of my day signing things and being bored to death at the academy. Do you have any ideas for Rose while she's in town?"
>Celestia pauses in thought, and Luna starts to speak, but before she can suggest the usual list of museums, she's cut off.
>"I shall take Rose on a girl's day out!" Cadence proclaims. "Anyone who puts up with /you/ surely needs one!"
>"I mean, I'm fine just being on my own-"
>"Oh this will be so fun!"
"If Rose never speaks to me again, the Crystal Railroad is off the table."
>"What? How could you possibly imply that I, of all ponies, would do anything to harm your relationship!?"
>"You're hurting my head." Rose groans.
>"All the more reason to hit the spa!"
>You almost feel sorry for Rose.
>Almost.

>You step out of the massive Administration Building and find that the skies remain overcast, and a cold wind now blows down the narrow streets of the city.
>Glancing at your watch, you note the time.
>Rose still has three hours left with Cadence at the Spa.
>Plenty of time.
>Quickly striding down the cobblestone streets, you make your way to the place Celestia recommended.
"Prongs." you mutter aloud as you take in the structure.
>Small, but stately. Just enough ornamentation to look in place at the end of Central Park's main boulevard, but not so much as to become gaudy or ostentatious.
>You stifle the urge to inquire about the building's history as you reach the Maitre D.
>The pony looks you over a moment before a slight hint of recognition breaks over him.
>Slight being the key.
>"Welcome to Prongs monsieur, late lunch today?"
>His question throws you for a moment and you almost agree.
"Y-oops, no." you stumble. "No, actually I need to make a reservation for tonight. I am aware you don't usually take such last minute reservations, but Princess Cadence was /most emphatic/ that I bring Rose here."
>Next time you'll take care to rehearse that a bit more.
>Why are you so nervous about this again?
>Nevermind.
>Your plan seems to work.
>Almost.
>"Ah yes, Princess Cadence is a friend of the chef. Still, we haven't heard from the palace today-"
>You hold up a finger.
"That would be because she's on a spa date with Rose. She said you'd recognize this?" you explain, offering up the trinket she had given to you after breakfast.
>His face breaks into a knowing smile, which is somehow even more worrying.
>"Of course, I am familiar with this. I shall take care of everything for you and this Rose you speak of, do not worry about it, Monsieur Anonymous."
>Well then. That was easy.
"I still need to know when you can make it work."
>"Hmmm, yes." he mumbles, perusing the leather-bound book at his podium. "Be here at six o'clock and I will have everything taken care of. Hold onto the Princess's token for now, in case I forget by tonight!"
"What exactly do you mean by everything? I just wanted a table for two, I don't need a big production or anything."
>The stallion steps up next to you and gestures across the park to the distant palace.
>"Do not fret, the Princess of Love knows what she's doing. This is not the place for spectacle, and I will make sure it's a quiet evening for you and your special mare."
"I'm not sure I like this a whole lot."
>"What can I say to ease your mind, mon ami?"
"I just don't like surprises." you admit. "Walk me through what you had in mind."
>The Maitre D sighs dramatically.
>"I suppose I can do that."

>Leaving Prongs, you flag down a carriage and have it take you to a place you knew.
>You knew it because you supervised the remodel.
>It was the hotel version of Prongs, architecturally.
>A stately old hotel along the edge of Horizon park, looking east beyond the park and across the plains.
>The cabby is pleasant and looks as decent as a cab driver is likely to be in the city...
"Hey man, you take advance reservations?" you ask, dropping the fare into his hoof.
>"Sure guy, when and where?"
" Quarter to six. 14 West Alder street. Going to the restaurant we just came from."
>"No problem. I'll be there."
"Great."

>Knowing the owners gets you a room without issue.
>Not like it's the busy season anyways.
>By the time you leave the hotel, the clouds are starting to break up.
>Making your way across the city blocks, you arrive at your place with time to spare.
>A box on your doorstep from a shop you've never heard of bears Rose's name, so you carry it inside.
>Setting it on the table, you pour yourself a drink and drop onto the couch.
>So far it's been a productive day.
>All the contract details hammered out at the Academy.
>Everything set for tonight.
>And an hour left before Cadence returns Rose to you.
>Putting on some quiet music, you savor the stillness.
>The subtle sweetness behind the smoke of the whiskey.
>The windblown leaves rustling on the balcony.
>The soft singing of strings.
>A  good day.

>Your quiet reverie is broken quite some time later as Rose lets herself back in.
>Before you can get up, she falls into place next to you.
"Long day?"
>"Very."
"I didn't think a girls day with Cadence would be so stressful."
>Stretching out on the couch, Rose lays her head across your lap and looks up at you.
>"I don't want to sound ungrateful. It was a great day. But Cadence insisted on taking me shopping, and man can that mare shop."
"Perks of being a princess," you smile. "Access to the treasury."
>For a moment Rose just closes her eyes while you play with her mane.
"Speaking of shopping, there's a package for you on the table."
>"Must be the dress from earlier."
"Oh?"
>"Mhmm. She said I'd need it for tonight."
"I suppose I should reveal that we have dinner plans tonight, then."
>"Taking advice from the princesses, Anon? That seems risky."
"There is a difference between asking for life advice and asking for a suggestion for dinner."
>"I hope so. No need to bring catastrophe down on Canterlot over some pasta."
"Pasta is so overdone. How do you feel about Prench?"
>"Anon, I live in Ponyville. Where would I even find Prench cuisine?"
"Then you'll get to try something new tonight. I hope you like butter and cream sauces."
>"Hmmm" Rose sighs.
>That's probably a yes.
>Probably.

>The dim lighting of the restaurant is accentuated by streams of gold where the evening sunlight finds its way in.
>You are led to a table tucked into a corner, with a view of Perimeter Park and beyond.
>Said table is also subtly stood apart.
>Barely noticeable, just enough to guarantee a little extra privacy.
>The dress Rose has on is simple, but the quality is obvious to someone attuned to detail.
>The color is so dark as to appear almost black, but occasionally a bit of light catches it and elicits a spark of jade.
>The Maitre D is aware you are here, but has paid no special attention to you.
>So far so good.
>The waiter brings a bottle of sparkling wine and a cheese board, then begins to walk through the months seasonal offerings.
>Just to start, you order some soup and Rose chooses an Autumn Lily salad with roasted pecans.
>As Rose begins to pick at the cheese board, you pour two glasses of the wine.
>"So Anon, anything else I should know about human dating?"
"Not really, it seems like it's basically the same as yours, humans just take a little longer."
>"A lot longer."
"Details, details." you dismiss. "Anyways, I said I'd speed things up."
>"Mhmm." Rose nods, chewing.
"You're asking because you have something on your mind."
>"I'm just trying to imagine introducing you to my dad."
>It takes several moments of coughing and sputtering for you to recompose yourself.
>Rose just laughs at your struggles.
"Hoh, oh man. That stings." you say, clearing your throat. "I forgot that whole sped-up timeline thing means we should at least meet at some point in the next month or so, eh?"
>"I was thinking of inviting him to one of your hoofball games."
"A stallion's stallion?"
>"Yeah, he drove off the last boy to ask Lily on a date."
"Oh? Anypony I know?"
>"Caramel?"
"Yeah, I can see how he might come off as soft to a tough stallion."
>"He's a nice guy, it's a shame he didn't get a chance."
>Your soup arrives, Roasted Acorn Squash with garlic and parsnips served in its own shell.
>Rose's salad is beautiful, but you can't say you'll ever find flowers all that appetizing.
>You've tried a few, and they're alright.
>She seems to really enjoy them though.

>The waiter clears the cheese board and changes out the bottle of sparkling wine for something he deems more appropriate.
>Reading the label, a Sauvignon Blanc.
>It's all been arranged through Aperitif, the Maitre D, so you don't worry too much about it.
>It pairs well enough with your soup, and you suspect that if you had simply chosen the tasting menu the wine pairing would have been easier.
>Roasted squash and autumn lilies probably aren't too similar.
"You've told me a little about your dad, but haven't mentioned your mom at all."
>"Oh, well, she's where we got our talent for flowers from. And she's going to love you, so I'm not worried."
"Are you worried about your dad?" you ask, furrowing your brow.
>"I mean, a little." she admits. "He sees it as his job to make sure his girls get the best, and only the best."
"I can't say I disagree." you say approvingly. "Worried about me not being a pony?"
>Rose chews her food thoughtfully, swallows, and takes a sip from her glass.
"Anon, if you were a pony, my dad would love you. He'll get over the whole 'human' thing."

>When the waiter returns, you decide to take the chef's recommendation.
>Rose considers the menu for a long time before following suit.
>The waiter almost seems relieved?
>Excusing yourself to use the restroom, you catch Aperitif's eye, and wave him over to a corner.
"Just to be sure, was I supposed to trust this dinner to the chef from the get-go?"
>"No monsieur, however, the whole thing will certainly go more smoothly this way."
"Okay, just making sure I didn't miss my cue. Anything else I should be aware of?"
>"Only that your mare looks exquisite in that dress, Anon."
"She does, doesn't she?" you smile. "Thanks again."
>Reassured, you return to your table.
"Did I miss anything?"
>"Oh yes, there was a whole song and dance routine."
"Wait, what?"
>"You missed nothing."
"Hey, Equestria is a crazy place, you never know!"
>"I think someone has spent too much time in Canterlot."
"You have no idea."

>Allowing the chef to handle the meal was a good idea.
>The waiter came back and asked if you would mind selections off of the menu-for-two.
>Looking to Rose, she nodded and you gave the okay.
>So now, instead of a vegetable course a piece, you have four tasting plates in front of you.
>Herb and Cheese stuffed mushrooms
>Grilled Asparagus
> Butter braised Brussels Sprouts
>And an Olive Plate
>Oh, and more wine.
>You're taking your sweet time, otherwise you'll be toasted before you leave.
>More so, this evening has been great.
>Rose had started telling stories of her and her sisters getting in trouble as fillies.
>Apparently she also has two half-sisters that live in Fillydelphia with her parents.
>They see each other on holidays when the family gets together out that way.
>They're much younger, from their father's second mare.
>From what you can tell, she dotes on them while their parents aren't looking.
>A model older sister.
"Were you planning on inviting the whole family to that hoofball game, or just your mom and dad?"
>"Haven't given it that much thought." she says, popping an olive in her mouth. "It just seemed like a good idea."
"It is a good idea. I just need to know how much space to ask Twi for."
>"They can stay with me, it's not a big deal."
"Your call."
>"It's the first visit, Anon. I know you're trying to butter them up, but how about you wait until you have your own house to do that?"
"You cut me to the quick, madame."

>A Spinach and Goat Cheese strudel is delivered, as is an accompanying bottle of red.
>You can't help but dig in enthusiastically, the way it smells.
>"Anon, I was thinking."
"Hmm?" you respond, mouth full of pastry.
>"You were a real help in the woods the other day, and if you take on the mares I think you will..."
>She pauses, and takes a sip of pinot noir.
>"Well, you won't really /have/ to work anymore."
>Chewing, you swallow as you consider it.
"I mean, I'd never thought of it that way. But I guess you're correct."
>"Well, why not come work with me then?"
"Aha, there's the opportunist I know." you say with a smirk. "But I've got a plan, a plan to take care of you all. Because that's what a herd stallion does."
>"Oh, and you're an expert on herding all of a sudden?"
"Fair enough, but I want kids, and there's only one way to get 'em." you counter.
>"Anon, do we know if that's even possible?"
"Only one way to find out!" you offer enthusiastically.
>If Rose's face heats up any more she'll have to step outside.
>Score one for Anon.

>By the time you manage to get your giggle-fits under control and Rose's face returns to its normal shade, your plates have been cleared.
>They are quickly replaced by plates of Forest Mushroom Risotto, a pair of roasted morels adorning the side of each dish.
>Spearing a morel, you savor the strong, earthy flavor.
>"If you're done laughing at me, have you seriously considered what I said?"
>You hold a finger up while you slowly chew.
"Rose." you start. "Even if every one of you sold your homes and spent the money on this house of mine, and I started working with you, we'd spend most of our lives working away to pay the bills."
>She starts to object and  you cut her off.
"Let me finish. I was serious about wanting kids, and as Twilight once told me, what science can't solve magic can. And I know that I can afford to take care of you -and whatever others I finally decide on- comfortably with what I do."
>"It just seems like you're going to have to work even harder than before this way."
"I like to think you'll keep me from getting too far in over my head."
>"Hmmm, I think I can do that. You're awfully stubborn though."
"Guilty as charged."
>"Make me one promise though?"
"Sure."
>"Help me around the shop once in a while?"
"I can do that."

>Having shared a creampuff the size of your head, you settle the bill.
>Nothing out of your capabilities, but not someplace you can dine at every week.
>A  generous pile of bits left on the table, you steer Roseluck outside.
>Hailing a cab, you give him the address before leaning back to hold your marefriend.
>You think you can officially call her that now.
>And it feels pretty good.
>Great, even.
>The sound of hoofsteps and cartwheels on cobblestone accompanies the rocking of the carriage.
>"Anon?"
"Hm?"
>"Thanks."
"None needed." you smile. "I enjoy your company."
>"Not just that." Rose explains. "Ponies, well... my sisters were starting to ask questions..."
"Ah. Well, just a misunderstanding." you shrug. "And now you can definitely tell them that we're dating."
>"Oh? Are we official now?"
"I believe that was a date, so doesn't that mean we're dating?"
>"I suppose it does."
"Are you opposed?"
>"I guess I can live with it." she concedes, leaning against you. "Where to now?"
"Oh, a little place I know..."
>"That has to be the most clichéd thing I have ever heard you say."
"Just wait." you grin. "Someday, when I'm a father, the dad jokes will be relentless."
>"You monster."
>The carriage rolls to a halt, and you help Rose down.
>Paying the driver, you escort Rose inside.

>The room is your favorite.
>There are larger rooms, sure.
>But this is still a suite, and nothing to sneeze at.
>What's more, it has the best views of the park and seemingly endless night sky beyond.
>In the darkness, the farms and fields might as well be an extension of the void.
>The few twinkling lights of scattered farmhouses are indiscernible from  the thousands of stars.
>The cool night breeze feels good, but brings your attention to the mare beside you.
>That dress isn't much against the cold of the night.
>Not here, way up on a mountain.
>Lifting her up, you take a seat, holding her in your lap.
>You slide your suit jacket off, and drape it over the two of you.
>Much better.
>Through all of this, Rose has remained quiet.
>But those beautiful green eyes haven't broken their stare.
"Something on your mind?"
>Rose starts to speak, then stops.
>She reaches a hoof up to your face, and caresses it ever so gently.
>Her eyes carefully follow every crease and line on your face.
>"You worked on this hotel, right?"
"How did you know?"
>"While you were checking us in, I saw a picture." she says. "It was the grand re-opening."
"Ah, yeah. Good party." you answer.
>"You looked different."
"Well, I can't stay young forever."
>"It was only a few years ago."
>Cocking your head to allow Rose a better angle, you pause to enjoy the attention.
>"Anon?"
"Hmmm?"
>"Promise me something?"
"What's that?"
>"Promise me you won't work so hard ever again?"
"This again?"
>"We all have jobs, Anon. We can help!" she protests earnestly.
"You make it hard to say no." you chuckle. "But how about this: I'm going to work as much as I think I need to in order to be the provider."
>Rose begins to protest, but you shush her.
"But, if I get in too deep, you tell me and I'll back off."
>"Promise?"
"Promise."

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Chapter 7
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>Waking up with a groan and stretch, you open your eyes.
>Laying beside you, book open across her pillow, is Rose.
>"I thought you'd never wake up."
"Good morning to you too."
>"I need to get back to Ponyville eventually."
"Your sisters need to get used to you not being around."
>"I think you're getting ahead of yourself."
"A man is allowed to dream, isn't he?"
>"Seriously though, Anon. What's the plan for today?"
"Train leaves at noon. It's not even nine."
>"No other plans, nothing you need from your apartment?"
"I mean, I thought maybe breakfast with my marefriend seemed like a good idea."
>"I think your marefriend would agree." Rose nods, closing her book. "Especially after waiting so long for her coltfriend to wake up."
>Some days you just can't win, Anon.

>Having retrieved some bagels, cream cheese and coffee from a shop down the street, you and Rose return to your room.
"So which game were you planning on inviting your dad to? We only have so many left this season."
>"Hmmm." Rose hums, munching on her breakfast. "This week is too soon, maybe the week after?"
"Gonna be a good game. Playin' against Raiders." you say, stuffing more sea-salt bagel into your mouth.
>"Worried?"
"Nah, I wasn't lying when I boasted that we'd win the rest of our games. This team is incredible."
>"Great, I'll write to them as soon as we get home."
"Sounds like a plan."
>"Obviously I'll be busy at work catching up, what will you be up to this weekend?"
"Well, I have a few mares I owe explanations to, and I have a hoofball game tomorrow night."
>"I'll try to make it, no parties afterwards though."
"Ah well, the price I pay for whisking you away to Canterlot I suppose." you sigh dramatically.
>"I'm sure you'll survive. I'll ask Lotus to go easy on you."
"How kind."

>Parting ways at the train station, you make a beeline for the Sparkledome.
>You've got to check up on a few things and consider how to talk to the other three girls.
>Rose took it pretty well, but she's a patient and wily mare.
>Thinking about it, Lyra is the one you're most concerned about.
>She's such a lighthearted pony, you should talk to her soon.
>Maybe today.
>You are so lost in thought, you nearly walk into the door.
>Fumbling for your key, you let yourself in and make your way upstairs.
>Kicking back on the balcony, you pour a glass of whiskey and pick up the stack of mail.
>Several messages from your bank...
>The loan was approved, and the money was sent to the Haymakers.
>Celestia's contribution has also come and gone.
>The first check from the Academy arrived, the bits will be available tomorrow.
>This, this is why you kept your bank in Canterlot.
>The local Ponyville bank is lovely- friendly ponies, excellent service- but all of this would've taken at least another week with them.
>Maybe you'll open a local account anyways...
>...anyways, a redundant letter from Celestia about the bits...
>A letter from Gabe saying he has the keys...
>Okay, good.
>The rest is junk mail.
>You grab some parchment and write letters to Wally and Jim, asking when they can start work.
>Taking a sip of whiskey, you set the finished letters on the table, just as Twilight enters.
>"Oh, Anon! I thought you were in Canterlot?"
"Just got home an hour ago." you explain. "What's up?"
>"You've got a letter from Cadence, just dropping it off."
"Pull up a chair, I don't know if I really want to read that letter."
>"Oh Anon, she's harmless."
"Yeah yeah, she hasn't tried setting you up yet. Just you wait."
>"Anon, please."
"Maybe I'll write back and tell her that you're lonely out here in Ponyville."
>"Anon."
"That she needs to find you a nice suitor."
>"Nope."
"A prince for the princess."
>"I'm fine."
"That's what he will say."
>"What?"
"That you're one fiiiine mare."
>"How much have you had to drink?"
"This is the first." you chuckle. "You should know that I'm at my most dangerous when sober."
>"You're terrible."
"It's a cross I have to bear." you sigh dramatically, eliciting a giggle from Twilight. "So what have you been up to? I haven't seen you around much."
>"Yeah, you left the same day I came back, but it's okay. I've just been doing boring princess stuff."
"Paperwork?"
>"Pretty much." she frowns, then perks up. "But while I was in Canterlot I got permission to start inquiries about the dam!"
"I'll be pretty busy for a while, Twi-"
>"Oh, that's fine. It just means we can start the preliminaries as soon as you're ready. If that's next month or next year, whenever."
"Good to know." you nod, considering the dam project. "I guess it's good to know that I'll have work as soon as I want it."
>"I can't wait! I'll finally get to work on a project with you!"
"Oh, um." you furrow your brow. "Which of us will be in charge?"
>Twilight looks at your face and bursts out laughing.
>"Relax Anon." she reassures you. "The Princess told me all about how you get on your projects. You'll be in charge."
"Oh thank God." you heave a sigh of relief.
>"Aw, c'mon. I'm not that bad, am I?"
"It's not you, it's me." you reassure her.
>"Anon, you lived with me for how many months? I know that beneath that cool, casual exterior is the heart of a passionate obsessive."
"I hate to admit it, but you're not wrong."
>"I bet you've already got a list of possible plants for those gardens."
"Nope." you smile.
>"Then you've got someone you trust lined up to handle it, and you're not even going to worry about it."
"Damn, you're good."
>"It's just how you handled me telling you about forming a herd." Twilight says, inquisitively sniffing the bottle of bourbon in front of you. "Classic you."
"I suppose that's fair." you say, mulling it over. "But you have to admit, it works pretty well."
>"It would work better if you delegated a little more often. Speaking of your herd though, Fluttershy has a date set for a little get together at her place, you should go talk to her about it."
"Oh right, the thing she was planning with Rarity." you nod in recollection. "I'll try to spin by this evening."
>"Good plan. But we're getting together in an hour, so if you're going over there, you'd better get a move on."
"Huh, alright." you say, sitting up. "Official business?"
>"The Princess wants us to investigate a rumor that someone opened the mirror pool again."
"Oh Christ, yeah. Have fun with that. I'll go see Flutters and keep myself scarce for the evening."
>"We should do this more often, Anon."
"As soon as we're less busy."
>"We'll never be less busy."
"I mean, I'm going to get to retire eventually."
>"Go see Fluttershy."
"Yes, ma'am."

"Anypony home?" you ask, knocking on the door.
>After a moment without an answer, you head around to the far side of Fluttershy's and find her diligently tending the remaining fall crops in her vegetable garden.
>Pausing to admire from a distance, you eventually drop into a rarely used deck chair.
>Reclining in leisure, you think back to that second date.
>It really is a shame about the poor mare's anxieties... she can be a joy to be around when she isn't panicking.
>But when she isn't by herself, she's usually panicking.
>Therefore you allow her to continue undisturbed for quite some time.
>Sadly, an errant sneeze disrupts the serenity of the situation, and poor Flutterbutter goes hooves-up on you.
>Sniffling, you rise to your feet and set Fluttershy back on her hooves.
>After sheepishly recovering, Shy invites you inside.
"Twi says you wanted to schedule that party?"
>"Oh yes, I stopped by the castle yesterday, but Twilight said you were out of town."
"Yeah, I had some business in Canterlot to take care of." You explain. "Took Rose along, made a little trip out of it."
>Fluttershy hums knowingly but says nothing.
"And since you're polite enough not to ask, I won't leave you hanging. Rose and I are dating."
>"Oh that's wonderful, Anon! Some of us were starting to wonder if you'd ever ask her."
"Yeah, about that-" you start, before explaining the chat you had with Celestia.
>Fluttershy, of course, is understanding.
>She even promises to let Rarity know when the girls get together later today.
>The two of you talk for so long, you nearly forget to ask about the date for the party.
>You manage to cross reference calendars just before she has to leave.

>Since you're already out and about, you decide to check in on your non-florist mares.
>Lyra lives closest, but no one answers when you knock.
>It is mid afternoon, after all.
>Bonbon is definitely at work still.
>Now that you think about it, you're pretty sure the Orchestra has a big concert in two weeks.
>Their rehearsal schedule is probably ramping up.
>Nodding to yourself, you turn and head across town.
>Making your way to the Market, you pass by Bonbon's and confirm that Lyra is indeed at practice.
>Noting the slight scowl on the mares face, you take the time to stop.
"A minute, away from the stand, Bonbon?"
>"Why?"
"I have a question about Lyra, just want to avoid prying ears."
>Her curiosity piqued, she puts out a sign that says 'back in five minutes'.
>Stepping a good ten feet behind the row of vendors, you take a knee.
>"Well, what do you need to know? How to let her down gently?" she growls.
"No, not at all. Actually, I wanted to clarify something with you and get some feedback." you begin. "You see, humans and ponies date a little differently..."
>A few minutes later, Bonbon is briefed on the situation.
>You can only imagine how many more times you'll need to have that conversation.
>"So what's your plan, Anon?"
"I'm not sure. I'd like to take her on a real date, but with her rehearsal schedule-"
>Bonbon smiles in understanding.
>"Anon, she's not busy during the week. The soloist is just in town this weekend, that's why she's busy."
"Hmmm, now that is useful information." you think aloud. "Well maybe this week sometime then. When is she home from rehearsal?"
>"She'll be home around seven, if she doesn't stop for dinner with friends."
"Good to know. Thanks Bonbon."

>Making your way to the auditorium, you slip inside.
>Quietly crossing the lobby, you mount the stairs and find your way into one of the private balconies.
>You listen, but your eyes are focused on the musicians.
>Spotting Lyra, you keep tabs on her section.
>While waiting for somepony to leave so you could use them as a messenger, you make an observation.
>There are no equipment cases on stage.
>Which means that there's a locker room or something somewhere.
>Getting to your feet, you quickly make your way downstairs.
>Finding the doors to backstage locked, you go around the outside of the building.
>Predictably, the back entrance is propped open with a music stand.
>Letting yourself in, you reach into your back pocket as you search the halls.
>Pulling out the simple card you had picked up after leaving Bonbon, you pause outside an office.
>Stepping inside, you find a quill, and scribble a quick note asking Lyra to meet you for dinner after rehearsal.
>Pausing, you sign it 'Love, Anon'.
>That'll do nicely.
>Sliding it into its envelope, you  seal the flap and resume your search for the locker room.
>Eventually finding the room you're looking for, you begin scanning the dozens of lockers.
>It seems to take an eon, but you eventually find one with her name on it.
>The lock keeps you from opening it, so you just wedge the note in the door.
>Good enough.
>Satisfied, you pause just offstage to listen for a minute, before making your way out.

>Humming the melody from the rehearsal, the walk towards the spa goes quickly.
>Stepping inside, a voice from the back greets you.
>"Just one minute!"
>You're going to guess... Lotus.
>And you are correct!
>Damn you're good.
"Hey there, pretty pony." greet her, leaning across the counter.
>Giving you a tired smile she leans across the counter to give you a peck on the cheek.
"You look like you've had a long day."
>"Aloe is sick." she explains shortly. "But I did appreciate the roses you sent."
"Ah I s- wait what?"
>Lotus glances at a vase on the counter then back at you.
>Mirroring her motion, there is indeed a vase full of flowers.
>Huh.
"I'm afraid, my dear Lotus, that you and your sister are simply too pretty." you sigh dramatically. "I shall have to step up my game."
>"They aren't from you?"
"I've been in Canterlot on business."
>"Oh."
>The mare is clearly crestfallen.
"Speaking of my trip to Canterlot, I had an... enlightening conversation with Celestia while I was there."
>And so you launch, once more, into your explanation.

>"So what does this mean for us?"
"Well, it means that I'm sorry if it seems like I've been stringing you along." you answer. "And I was hoping we could start dating officially."
>She gives you a devilish smile.
>"I think we're past just dating already, stud."
"Haha yeah, I guess knowing how y'all are now we sure moved fast."
>Lotus moves in for a kiss, and you oblige her, albeit briefly.
"As much as I'd like to stay, you're at work and another one of my mares is sick."
>"Oh, you've asked her already?"
"No, but I don't foresee her saying no." you smile as Lotus comes around the counter.
>Kneeling down, you hug her one more time and promise to set up an evening together with her.
>As she wanders back into the spa, you make your way back outside.

>Thinking about Aloe, you return to the market.
>Suddenly remembering Lyra, you buy another card.
>You quickly jot down an invitation to meet you for dinner /tomorrow/.
>Sneaking back into the Orchestra Hall, you swap out cards.
>Now free for the rest of the day, you gather up some vegetables, some noodles, some vegetable stock...
>That should do it.
>Oh, and some bread.
>Now you're set.
>Walking quickly back across town, you knock on the door.
>Getting no response, you let yourself in.
>Quietly tiptoeing upstairs, you find Aloe asleep in her bed.
>Perfect.
>Back downstairs, you quickly and quietly go about putting together some soup.
>It's a Fluttershy recipe, so it's a sure-fire success.
>Not as fancy as Rarity, less apples than AJ.
>Just right for a semi-competent home cook.
>You set an egg timer and start warming up the oven.
>With the soup simmering away on the stove, you pick the newspaper up off the table and kick back on the couch.

>When the timer goes off, you pull yourself off the couch with a groan.
>Refolding the paper, you move back into the kitchen.
>A quick test of the soup vegetables shows they're just a tad undercooked still.
>Perfect.
>You set some butter on the counter to start softening.
>Next, the bread goes in the oven to warm back up.
>Lastly, you set the timer once more and go about setting the table.
>With a few minutes to spare, the unlit fireplace calls to you.
>Harnessing your inner boy scout, you manage to figure out it's a gas fireplace.
>It's a good thing no one was around to see that.
>With a fire lit, warmth begins to flood the room.
>It's almost too warm for you, but if the hardest working spa pony you know took a day off, then she's quite sick.
>Which means she'll be feverish.
>So she'll feel cold all the time.
>The timer calls your attention back to the kitchen again.

>"Lotus?" you hear Aloe question from upstairs.
>Timer must have woken her.
>Quickly ladling out two bowls of soup, you retrieve the bread from the oven and set it on the counter to cool.
>Quietly moving upstairs, you move to Aloe's door and peek inside.
"No Lotus here, she's still at work." you say. "I hope I'm an adequate substitute."
>"A-anon?" she moans from under the covers. "Oh, I look terrible."
"Nah." you chide her. "You're still the pretty pony you always are."
>Taking a seat at the foot of the bed, two blue eyes peek over the covers at you.
>"What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to talk to you, but dinner's getting cold downstairs. So let's talk there, okay?"
>"Ughhh stairs..."
"Got you covered." you nod.
>Scooping her up along with her blankets, you carefully swaddle her before carrying Aloe downstairs.

>Aloe sniffles as she looks at her soup and then back at you.
"Go ahead. I'll be right there." you assure her.
>As she tucks into her dinner, you cut two generous slices of bread, and carry them to the table.
>"How did I get so lucky?"
"Well I don't know if getting sick is what I'd call lucky."
>Aloe just hums as she takes a bite from her bread.
"Also, I wanted to talk to you about us."
>"Us?" she squeaks through her mouthful of bread.
>With a sigh you launch, yet again, into your by-now-well-rehearsed spiel.

>Aloe finishes her meal as you explain yourself.
>"You didn't need to apologize to me, Anon." Aloe says quietly. "I knew if you hadn't asked Lotus, you weren't going to ask me."
"What?" you ask. "Why?"
>"Lotus moves so much faster than me, it's just how she is."
"Oh, so you let her be the wild child and then expect me to believe you're some naive good girl?"
>She just looks at you with those big blue eyes and nods, the blanket draped over her threatening to fall off her head as she does.
"Okay then." you agree.
>Clearing the dishes, you proceed to pick the sick little mare up and carry her to the nearby loveseat.
>Wedging yourself into the corner, you kick up your feet and pull the pile of pony and blankets against your chest.
"So Aloe."
>"Hmmm?" she responds as she pushes herself up against you.
"How would you feel about dating?"
>"I think I'd feel pretty good about that."
"I'm glad you feel that way." you say, turning your head to look down at her.
>Kissing her on the forehead, you sigh.
"It's my goal to take all the prettiest mares for myself, you know."
>"Really?" she asks drowsily.
"No, but you certainly fit the bill." you chuckle.

>The two of you sit like that, watching the fire for some time.
>Between the fire, the blanket and Aloe, you are quite toasty.
"You know, since I've got you here, maybe we could set up a real date." you offer. "One you can enjoy, when you aren't sick."
>"That sounds nice."
"I think 'not sick' is a good start."
>Aloe sniffles, but can't hide a small smile.
"I'm not made of bits, but I have a terrible weakness for cute mares that can be exploited."
>Lotus furrows her brow, before mustering up the courage to speak.
>"Take me to Canterlot?"
>Looking down at Aloe, you lift a brow.
"Word travels fast."
>Aloe just returns your quizzical gaze.
"I was there with Rose the past few days."
>"Oh, no, it's not Rose..." she says in a small voice.
"We can go to Canterlot, Aloe." you reassure her.
>"No -I mean yes I want to go- but it really isn't Rose." she insists, pulling herself upright.
>Leaning against your shoulder, she sighs.
>"It's just that Lotus had a coltfriend who took her once and she made it seem so beautiful..."
"Was there something in particular you wanted to see?"
>"I don't really know. I've never been to Canterlot."
"Well" you ponder aloud. "What does a perfect pink pony do in her time off?"
>"Hmmm, this pink pony reads a lot." Aloe answers with a yawn. "and she likes to paint."
"Paint?"
>"Mhmm." she nods, pulling the covers tight. "I take classes sometimes."
"Reading and painting." you muse. "I would have to agree that you're the quieter twin."
>"Maybe you can come with me sometime?"
"To paint? I'm afraid I lack any artistic spark."
>"That isn't true. I saw the article in the newspaper about your last project."
"They're just canals."
>"Canals lined with benches and ornamental street lights and bordered by parks you also redesigned."
"Okay, okay. I concede, I do have an eye for architecture. It's what I do after all."
>"Vision is half of the painting." Aloe yawns. "Besides, you can't be any worse than Rainbow Dash."
"When have you ever seen Rainbow Dash paint?"
>"Rarity brought the whole little group to a class once."
"You'd think someone with a rainbow mane would understand colors a little better."
>"You have to be patient sometimes." she elaborates. "A long, delicate brush stroke takes a steady hoof moving rather slowly."
"And Dash never does anything slowly."
>"Mhm. Pinkie was almost as bad."
"You know, that would have been fun to see."
>"It was. Next time Rarity mentions that they're going, I'll let you know."
"Sounds like a date."

>After Aloe eventually fell back asleep, you returned her to her bed and slipped out into the dim light of early evening.
>Considering that you had missed practice for your 'business trip', you decide to jog the distance across town to the castle.
>It doesn't take long, and your heart rate is just starting to get pumping, so you decide to run all the way to the Haymaker Estate.
>Or rather, the Anonymous Estate.
>The papers were signed, after all.
>An early autumn chill turns your breath visible as you pass through the fields at the edge of town.
>Reaching the gate, you pause to catch your breath.
"I am out of shape." you wheeze to yourself.
>As your breathing normalizes, you amble around your property.
>The leaves swish and crunch as you wade across the unkempt lawn.
>Stopping to inspect a few gourds in the overgrown garden, you hear the soft beat of wings overhead.
>A pegasus flies past, landing near the boathouse and stepping inside.
>Your curiosity piqued, you slowly make your way across the lawn towards the wooded waterline.
>As you come close to the door, you can hear quiet crying coming from inside.
>Peering in, the pegasus is sitting looking into the river.
"Hello? Are you alright?" you call out.
>"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't-" She stutters, jumping up to face the door.
"No, it's fine. I just didn't expect to-"
>"Nopony ever-" she stammers, backing up against the rotting railing as you approach.
"Really, it's fine, just calm down. And be careful, I don't think that railing-"
>With a crack, the railing gives out, sending both it and the pegasus into the cold waters below.
>Rushing forward, you see the poor mare already wading ashore.
>Hopping down from the deck, you toss your coat over her.
"I was going to say, I don't think the railing is in very good shape anymore."
>She just looks up at you with big sad eyes.
"I'd invite you inside, but, well, it's kind of a mess. Why don't you come back to the castle with me?"
>She mumbles something and looks away.
"I'll take that as a yes." you say, leading the way across the grounds.
>"Wait! No, I really can't!"
"Sure you can! C'mon, before you get cold!"
>"It's too late for that." she sighs, trudging along after you.

>She finally catches up to you near the road, where you wait patiently.
>Continuing forward, you look down at the shivering mare.
"You look familiar, but I can't place you."
>"I'm Cloudchaser's sister."
"Oh, Flitter! I remember." you reply. "You joined us at the bonfire."
>She nods silently.
"You know, it was good to see you join in the dancing. You're pretty good at it."
>"O-oh, thanks. But parties like that aren't really...I don't usually..."
>Shaking your head, you lead the way down the lane.
"So what have you been up to since then?"
>"J-just avoiding m-my sister..." she answers, shivering.
"Are you okay?" you say stopping. "Better get you inside before you catch a cold."
>"Yeah, thanks for the coat, but I'll fly faster without it."
>Ignoring her, you scoop her up and take off at a brisk walk.
>If you could see her face, it would be plastered with wide-eyed confusion.
"I'm not letting you off the hook that easy. Here, open that coat up." you instruct.
>She does so, and you pull her up against you.
>A decision you regret- the dripping pegasus is freezing cold -causing you to yelp a bit.
>"I told you..."
"I know, I know. I did it to myself." you grimace, breaking into a jog. "Seriously though. I'm sure you've done more than avoid Cloudchaser."
>"Just writing some reports for work." she answers. "Really, I can just fly home-"
"What, and explain to Cloudchaser that I pushed you into the river? I don't need that kind of trouble in my life."
>Mentioning Cloudchaser seems to quiet her.
>But not in the way you meant.
>Nice job, Anon.
>The last ten minutes of the run home are uncomfortably silent.
>Making your way inside the castle, it's warmth is a relief.
>Carrying her upstairs, you drop the confused mare in your bathroom.
>Starting the tub running, you turn to her.
"Wait right here." you say, leaving her standing awkwardly in your bathroom.
>Going down the hall, you collect some mare-appropriate toiletries, and return.
>In all honesty, you're starting to think that you should keep some around.
>It would save you a lot of trips.
>Anyways.
>Returning to the room, you kneel down.
"Hey, I'm sorry about  earlier-"
>"N-no! It's fine, we just had an argument and...well, you didn't know so..."
"Maybe we can talk about it later." you offer, standing back up.
>Leaving the items, you set out some fresh towels from the linen closet and back out of the room, closing the door behind you.
>Now, time for you to take a hot shower...which will have to be in a guest room.
>Ah well.

>Showered and in a fresh change of clothes, you light the little fireplace in your suite.
>Listening at the door, you can hear Flitter is still in the tub.
>Berating herself for being an awkward dork.
>You stifle a chuckle and head downstairs.
>This situation, like most situations, calls for alcohol!
>Finding some apple juice, you fill a small pot with it.
>Adding some cloves and cinnamon, you let it come to a simmer.
>You add a bit of apple brandy to a pitcher, then sample a bit of the juice.
>Eh, give it another five minutes.

>Ten minutes later, you make your way upstairs with your pitcher of spiced cider and two mugs.
>The sound of the hair dryer tells you that Flitter should be out soon-ish.
>Soon for a mare, at any rate.
>Dropping into one of the large chairs in front of the fire, you lay your head back.
>While not physically challenging, it has certainly been a day of constant activity.
>It's a hard kind of exhaustion to describe.
>You're tired, but content.
>Still plenty of evening left though, and you slowly pull yourself upright as the bathroom door clicks open.
>Flitter awkwardly steps out and mumbles a barely audible thank you.
>You wave her over and pour two mugs.
>She attempts once more to beg off, but you cut her off.
"Come on. Have a drink and warm your bones." you offer, indicating the empty chair.
>Flitter slowly climbs up into the seat, and takes the proffered mug.
"So what were you doing out along the river so late?"
>"It isn't that late, and I can take care of myself."
"Says the mare that fell off the dock."
>"You surprised me! It's not my fault!"
"It's okay. The boathouse needs repairs anyways." you tease. "I'll just add the railing to the list."
>"What list?"
"The list of repairs."
>"But who's fixing it?"
"I am."
>"Someone hired you to rebuild the Haymaker place?"
"Yeah...me."
>"I'm so lost."
"I bought the old Haymaker house. Now it's my house, which is why I'm fixing it."
>"Oooh. See, I was wondering why you were out there. No one is ever out there."
"Except for you?"
>"Exactly."
"I can see how that would be pretty peaceful."
>"It is! I like it even more in the Summer when it isn't so chilly out!"
"If you don't mind my asking, why do you spend so much time out there?"
>"Oh, um..." she falters. "Well, it's just that it's nice to get away from Cloudy sometimes."
"Cloudy?"
>"My sister."
"Ah, I see." you nod sagely. "Why's that?"
>"I'd... I don't really want to talk about it."
"Alright." you agree, taking a long draught from your mug. "I know we've just met, but I'm here to listen if you ever want."
>"Thanks." she mumbles.
"And you can keep hanging out in my old boathouse. Just don't lean on the railings."
>She only offers a weak smile in response.
"You know you're far too pretty to be frowning like that."
>Offering a more genuine smile, she tries her drink.
>"Oh this is really good!"
"Works best with fresh cider, so I usually only make it this time of year."
>"But the Apples haven't pressed theirs yet."
"I know. Picked this stuff up in Canterlot the other day. Higher elevation means an earlier harvest."
>"Ohhh. But-" she asks, leaning in conspiratorially "does Applejack know you're getting apples from Canterlot?"
>You can't help but burst out laughing.
>It seems to break the sad spell, and Flitter smiles as she takes a long swig of her cider.
>Refilling your own, you offer to top hers off only to find that it's empty.
>That's the spirit.
"So Flitter, I don't see you around much. What do you do for fun?"
>"Oh, I read. And, well, that's about it. I went to some of Princess Twilight's science talks, but those were cancelled so I don't get out a whole lot anymore."
"Ah, I remember her talking about those. Man, if I had the time I'd love to help her start those up again."
>"You should! It was cool to learn from the princess, she's like a walking encyclopedia! It's just that, well..."
"Twilight gets a little intense sometimes." you clarify with a knowing look.
>"Mhm.  She was talking about it once, how sometimes she misses being able to spend all her time researching science and magic."
"She has a lot of responsibilities now. I'm friends with the other princesses too, it's a lot of work."
>"Yeah." she sighs dejectedly.
"What all did you guys talk about? It was a kind of short-lived program if I recall."
>"Well, I skipped the one about magic, because, well, I'm a pegasus."
"Can't blame you there."
>"There was one about the weather, I spaced out a lot on that one..."
"Again, pegasus."
>"But we also talked about the Everfree! And astronomy!"
"Ah yes, the good old Everf-"
>"And we were planning to try to replicate Manedel's experiments with peas!"
"I guess that explains-"
>"She was even going to talk about how the Ponyville Dam would create electricity next!"
"Oh really?" you say, leaning in.
>"She thought that with your Canterlot project in the papers it might have gotten more ponies to come."
"It didn't?"
>Flitter sobers a little.
>"There were only two of us who signed up. So she cancelled it. And all of the rest of them."
"You know," you muse, sipping on your cider "I could still show you how the dam is going to work."
>"Really?"
"Yeah, follow me." you say, grabbing your mug and the pitcher of hot cider.
>Making your way down into the basement, you lead the way into Twilight's lab.
>"Alright, let's do some science!" you exclaim, downing your drink and slamming it on the workbench.

>Flitter hovers over your shoulder, nursing her mug.
"So what do you know about electricity?"
>"I was always more of a biology pony..."
"We can talk biology later~" you tease, bringing a fierce blush to Flitters cheeks.
>You laugh as she sputters for a moment before focusing on the task at hand.
"So we're going to make a simple electric motor to understand the concepts at work. See if you can find a D-cell battery while I scrounge up the rest of what we'll need!"
>Flitter finishes her own drink and offers a salute before darting around the room in search of the portable power source.
>When you've got everything assembled, you ask for the battery.
>Flitter hands you two, and you observe she has also acquired a lab coat.
>Cute.
"Might be a bit overkill, but the coat looks good on you." you say. "So here's how this is going to work..."
>Motioning her forward, you move to the other side of the bench.
>You also refill both mugs.
>Resting an arm on the table, you take a sip and start to talk her through the steps.
>Coiling the wire.
>Taping the uncoiled paperclips to the sides of the battery.
>Taping the magnet to the top of the battery.
>Taping the wood block base to the bottom of the battery.
>Drinking more.
>Uncoiling the ends of the wire to act as an axel of sorts.
>Setting the coil on the paperclips.
>With a bit of a wobble to it, the coil begins to spin.
>Flitter clops her hooves together happily.
"A toast to that!" you propose, raising your mug and downing its contents. "Now lemme explain what's going on here."

>You wake up to a noise.
>Not familiar, but not unfamiliar.
>Opening your eyes, you find yourself sprawled out on the couch.
>In the next room over, you spy Flitter in your bed.
>Little whinnying snores escaping from her, lab coat crumpled at the bottom of the bed.
>The clock says it's already noon, but you have nowhere to be until the hoofball game tonight.
>You let her linger a while, taking the opportunity to get dressed.
>The morning sun illuminates the room in a warm gold, and outside you can see the vibrant mix of quaint rooftops and autumn foliage.
>It truly is the most beautiful time of year.
>After showering, shaving and getting dressed, you find Flitter stirring in bed.
>You have a few things to do yet today, and as adorable as Flitter may be, you can't wait for her forever.
>"Oh, h-hey Anon." she stammers. "I uh, didn't mean to-"
"Science is exhausting like that." you smile. "Sleep okay?"
>"It was great!" she blurts out before covering her mouth with her hooves.
"You weren't too bad yourself." you smirk.
>The mortified look she gives you is priceless.
>"W-we...you and I-"
>Walking up to the furiously blushing mare, you give her a light boop on the muzzle.
"No."
>"Oh thank Celestia."
"Ouch, my pride." you quip, clapping you hand to your chest.
>"Oh! No, Anon, I didn't mean it like that! I just-"
"Relax. I'm just messing with you."
>"Oh! Oh."
"How about we go get some breakfast?" you ask, before remembering the time. "Or, err, maybe lunch?"
>"Brunch?"
"Brunch it is."

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Chapter 8
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"You know, someday instead of watching the ponies in the street, I'll be looking at that old boathouse from my deck." you muse, popping a strawberry into your mouth.
>You had bribed Spike to go get some things from Sugarcube Corner while Flitter got ready for the day.
>So instead of actually going anywhere, you were sitting on your trusty balcony.
>Pony watching has always been one of your favorite pastimes.
"You know, you never did tell me why you were out there last night."
>...
>"W-well, it's just that Cloudy has been going on about me getting out more."
>Nodding, you spear a blackberry and pick up some cream with it.
>Of course it had to do with their social lives.
>Mares.
>"After the party, she asked if I met any nice stallions, and when I told her I just hung out with you and your mares all night she got upset."
"What?"
>"She kept going on about how I need to stop hiding so much or I'll never find a stallion."
"But you were at the party... doesn't that count for anything?"
>"That's what I kept saying, but she... well, I think she's worried that I'm so awkward that I'll end up on my own."
"What? Why?" you query, throwing her a quizzical glance.
>"Oh. It's just that it's so competitive and I just, maybe, I don't know." she sighs.
"I'm sure she'll be better now that she's had time to calm down."
>"I hope so."
"Hey, chin up. Cloudchaser is just trying to help in her own loud and pushy way."
>She offers a small grin.
>"That does sound like her, I guess." she agrees.
"You just gotta push back a little." you advise, turning to look at her. "You're her sister, I'm sure you know how to tease her a little. Catch her off guard. Remind her that you're your own mare, eh?"
>"I, um, oh I don't think I could-"
"Don't get me wrong." you interrupt. "I don't want you starting a fight. Just that little jab to remind her that she's your sister and not your mother."
>Breaking off a bit of the pastry horn, you use it to scoop up a few blueberries and a dab of cream.
"I wasn't an only child... I know how it is."
>"I bet you were the oldest."
"Lucky guess."
>"You're so confident. Everypony likes you. It was pretty obvious."
"Yeah, it wasn't always that way. But I guess it sure is today, huh?"
>"It wasn't?"
"No... in more ways than one. But I'm an alien, remember? When I first appeared here, it was chaos. Ponies were afraid of me."
>"But they aren't anymore! Everypony has seen you with the princesses."
"Yeah. It was kind of like cheating, I guess." you shrug. "Clearly you just need to befriend Luna or something."
>"Wha-?"
"I'm kidding, Flitter."
>"Oh. Of course. I knew that!" she recovers. "But you said in more ways than one?"
"It's... not something I really want to talk about. I wasn't unpopular back home, but I wasn't the most successful of my siblings. Let's leave it at that."
>You frown at the thought.
>Your past life wasn't something you had ever talked to anypony about...
>Looking around at the food and coffee on the table, you rise to your feet.
"Going to grab a drink. Anything I can get you?"
>Flitter just lifts her tea.
>"Nope. Thank you."
>Pouring a tall glass of orange juice, you add a healthy dose of vodka.
>Just what the doctor ordered.
>No need to dump your baggage on poor Flitter, you think with a chuckle.
>Mmm, that's a good drink.

"So you're a beekeeper?" you ask, dropping back into your seat.
>"Oh! Well, not exactly." the pegasus perks up. "I help manage the wild bees. Fluttershy has had... mixed results. Plus a lot of them live in the Everfree, and she's too scared to go in there."
"A lot of ponies are." you muse.
>"Only the ones who never go in. It's fine during the daytime!" she explains. "Lots of ponies go into the Everfree for all sorts of things. Sometimes Cloudy has to take care of rogue clouds, or the flower sisters go in to find certain flowers, and Zecora even lives in there!"
"She's very in tune with nature."
>"She's crazy!" Flitter gestures animatedly. "I nearly got eaten by a coyote last time I stayed too late in there!"
"A coyote?"
>"Mhm!" she nods vigorously. "I just wanted to know if it was as scary as everypony said it was, so I stayed a little late. And this big coyote comes walking through and I guess I must have made a noise because it stopped and looked right at me!"
"And it came after you?"
>You have to admit you're a little surprised...
>Even on Earth coyotes were pretty tame...
>"I took off before it could!" she exclaims. "But I'm sure it would have. I don't know how Zecora lives out there."
>You shake your head and take another long sip of your drink.
>These ponies are adorably innocent some times.

>After Flitter went on her way, you were left with a few hours to yourself.
>Ambling through town, you peruse the market.
>Stopping here and there, you can't help but think what these "locally sourced" and "organic" vegetables would cost in Canterlot.
>Why is "organic" even a label here?
>You've never seen farms like on Earth here.
>Ponies are weird sometimes.
>Most times.
>Always.
>Anyways, with a giant honeycrisp apple in hand, you leave the market and head into the heart of Ponyville.
>Not that it's terribly bustling, but the shops do good business and there's always just enough ponies around to give a sense of liveliness.
>Passing Gabe's office, you pause to look over the listings.
>There's a nice three-room office for rent up on the north end.
>Close to Rarity's place.
>And not far from the spa, for that matter.
>It's a bit of a trek from your future home though...
>Something to think about.

>With nothing better to do, you head that way.
>It's an uneventful fifteen minute walk, and you find yourself peering into the windows.
>It isn't bad, certainly enough space for a meeting room, studio and blueprint storage.
>But other than having enough space, there's nothing special about it.
>Meh.
>You don't /really/ need an office.
>It would have been nice to separate work and home for a change though.
>Someday, Anon.
>Someday you'll get there.

>"Anon? What /are/ you doing?"
"Rarity! How are you?"
>"I'm just fabulous, as always." she hums. "But why are you peering into this empty shop?"
"Oh, I'm just killing time. Saw the listing at Gabe's and thought I'd take a look."
>"Well, I must say, it wouldn't hurt you to keep your work and personal life separate."
"That's what I was thinking."
>"But can you really afford that right now?"
"That was also something I was thinking."
>"Let's talk about it back at the boutique. We have so much to catch up on!"

>Seated once again in the corner of Rarity's couch, you sip on a beer.
>Out of a glass, of course.
>Despite your protests that the bottle was made of glass already.
>But Rarity was having none of it.
>Ridiculous.
>But now she's going on about this shindig Fluttershy is putting on.
>It's only two weeks away, after all.
>The food, the decorations, the guest list...
>...she's starting to sound like Pinkie.
>Wait a minute.
"Whoa hold up." you stop her. "Did you say Cadence is coming?"
>"Ahaha, well yes. Twilight invited her."
>Leave it to Twilight to do something that dumb.
>She's probably just excited to see her brother.
>But /you're/ the one who's going to have to spend the evening dodging Candyass.
"This plan has somehow gotten less exciting."
>"Well, I'm sure you'll be fine. Hopefully Cadence will spend most of her time with Twilight?" Rarity offers hopefully.
"You and I both know why she's coming." you grumble. "And we both know that every time she tries to set me up with someone-"
>"Yes, yes. It ends in disaster." Rarity says with a click of her tongue. "Still, I shall work with Fluttershy to make sure that does not happen this time around."
"Hmmm, I'm having second thoughts about the whole thing. I'm already dating four mares, that's three more than I'm used to dating at a time. Isn't that enough?"
>"Anonymous, you and I both know why it isn't."
>You just throw your hear back and groan.
"I just wanted a quiet vacation to recharge. Whyyyyyyy does she do this to me?"
>Rarity gives you a light bap on the head as she heads into her kitchen with your empty glasses.
>"She's just trying to help, Anon. Really dear, you should know that by now."
>You sigh.
"I know, I know." you say. "You ponies are ridiculous."
>"No dear, just Twilight."
>She has a point.

>Leaving the boutique, you head back across town.
>You have an explanation to make, and after that, a date.
>Making your way up the walk to the quaint little house, you can hear the serene sound of strings softly singing from an upstairs window.
>Knocking on the door, the music ceases and, after a moment, you hear hooves scrambling on the other side.
>"Anon!"
>She's got a pencil behind one ear and her mane pulled back in a ponytail.
>You can't deny it. That's pretty cute.
"Hey Lyra, did you get my note?"
>"I did, and I am free from now until whenever!"
"Great. I do still have a game tonight, so I was hoping an early dinner was okay."
>"Like I said, now until whenever!" she says, waving you inside. "Let me go put my lyre away."
>She trots upstairs, and you take a seat on the couch.
>It's a little awkward, but at least her parents aren't here to stare disapprovingly at you.
>That would complete the high school flashback.

>Soon enough she's back downstairs and flops back onto the couch next to you.
"It's a little early for dinner still." you start slowly. "And there's something I wanted to talk to you about..."
>Lyra looks at you worriedly as she takes a seat on the couch.
>Leaning back, you sigh and begin.
>Starting, as usual, with your conversation in Canterlot you begin once more.
>Once more explaining the differences in pony and human dating.
>And once again, you ask for forgiveness for your ignorance.
>And as before, you promise that you aren't stringing her along.
>And as always, forgiveness is swift and painless.
>Wrapped in a hug, even, this time!
>Lord almighty are ponies soft.
>Your heart can't take too much more of this!
>"It's okay Anon, I kind of figured it was something like that."
"Really?"
>"You're too nice to play games like Bonbon thought."
>Ouch.
>Fair, given the circumstances, but hopefully your reputation hasn't suffered any permanent damage.
"I'm glad you think so highly of me." you say, giving in to the temptation to tousle her mane. "You ready to eat?"
>"Let's go." she nods, hopping to her hooves.
>She's out the door before you turn around.
>You haven't even discussed where you're going yet.
>This mare.
>Laughing to yourself, you take off after her.

>Catching up with her down the street, you fall in beside her.
>It's starting to get chilly, and the leaves have changed.
>There's probably another two or three weeks of good weather before it gets too cold at night.
>You'll need to sneak one more camping trip in.
>It really is your favorite time of year.
"So Lyra, where are we going?" you ask.
>You never even talked about a destination for the evening.
>But she seemed to have a sense of purpose.
>So you've just followed along.
>"Oh, there's a little place my friend owns, over by the river."
"Sounds nice. I've always liked that river."
>"The best river in Ponyville!" she smiles.
>You laugh and shake your head.
>This mare gets it.

>The cafe is on the north end of town.
>Not far from the Spa and fairly close to Rarity's.
>If this place works out, it could be a useful little hideout.
>Lyra grabs a table for the two of you out on the deck.
>The sun-warmed wood of the chair is nice on this brisk autumn day.
>Lyra smiles expectantly from across the table.
"I have to admit, you seem to know just what I like."
>"You spend all your time near the river." she explains. "It just made sense!"
"That... is actually really accurate." you admit. "I never really thought about it."
>Lyra starts to speak, but a brown mare with a darker mane interrupts.
>"Lyra! You don't come around all that often anymore, where have you been? And who is this?"
>"Eheheh, I'm just busy with our upcoming concert is all. And this is Anon! We're on a date!"
>You start to stand, but don't get the chance as she moves in close.
>"Ohhh, you sly stallion." the mare says, sliding up close to you. "Lyra here is the finest filly in Ponyville! You've got a good eye, my friend."
>"Hazel..."
>"And don't let Bonbon scare you. She means well, but she's a little intimidating."
"I know. She's just looking out for Lyra."
>Hazel looks at you, then at Lyra.
>"He's already gotten past the gatekeeper. Impressive."
>"Hazel!" Lyra bursts, cheeks showing a hint of blush.
>"You must be something special. Take care of her, eh?" the chef smirks. "And Lyra? We should have coffee sometime, when you're less busy."
>"Oh! Of course!"
>"Ciao!" the mare says, sauntering away.
>Picking up a menu, you look over at Lyra with a smile.
"You've got some interesting friends. She's nothing like Bonbon."
>Lyra groans.
>"Anon, Bonbon and I have been friends for a long time and, well, she hasn't had the best of luck with coltfriends."
"She's tolerating me." you say. "And I think for now that's all I can ask."

>Looking over the menu, it's got a nice variety without veering too far off-theme.
>Typical Canterlot fare.
>Typical Canterlot prices.
>...
>This isn't Canterlot at all.
"I'm actually a little surprised."
>"What?"
"This is just like a cafe I'd find in Canterlot. But we're in Ponyville."
>"Hazel is a phenomenal cook! But like you said, these kinds of places are common in Canterlot."
"This must qualify as high-end here in Ponyville."
>"It is." Lyra agrees, then drops her voice. "It's one of the reasons I don't come here very often."
"Maybe we can change that." you offer.
>Lyra's eyes widen.
>"I didn't- no, I don't want- please don't think I'm-"
>You watch Lyra stumble for a minute, looking for the right words.
>It's kind of endearing.
>She recomposes herself and takes a sip of water.
>"Anon, I really don't want you to think I'm a bit digger. This place just seemed so...you!"
"It never even crossed my mind." you reassure her. "Relax."
>You can almost watch an invisible weight lift from her shoulders.
"You really thought I'd think that?"
>"Well, I wasn't sure..." she says, twiddling her hooves.
>You just shake your head with a smile.
"Don't be silly" you say. "So what have you been up to today? I heard some music through your window when I showed up."
>"Oh, I was tweaking a piece I'm writing. I want to finish it in time to have Tavi look it over!"
"Tavi?"
>"Octavia, the cellist! We went to the Academy together. She's the one I want you to meet at the concert next weekend!"
"Cute nickname. But I think that'd be a bit informal for the first time we meet, eh?"
>"Yeaaaah she wouldn't like that a whole lot. She didn't even like me using it for a loooong time."
"She really prefers her full name?"
>"Actually, she really prefers to be left alone!" Lyra giggles. "But Vinyl and I forced a bit of social life into her."
"How do you force a social life into somepony?"
>"It's easy when one of you is her roommate."
 "I didn't take you for the conniving type. I just may have to be more careful around you." you tease.
>"What? Me? I would never do something like that to you! You're already so busy it's hard to keep up!"
"That is... an exaggeration."
>"It's a good thing there's gonna be a bunch of us. I don't think I could do it all on my own!"
"Oh I don't know, you seem to have plenty of energy." you say with a smirk.
>Any implications are lost on Lyra, who starts talking about all the things she seems to think you'll expect from her and the others.
>It's honestly surprising.
>Like a flashback to the 1950's.
>And it brings something to your attention:
"Hey Lyra, I've got a question."
 >She tilts her head, inviting you to continue.
"Where did you learn all this stuff about herding?"
>"What do you mean?"
"Like all of that stuff you just said? Sounds great, but I really didn't expect all of that."
>"But it does sound great, right?"
"Of course!" you laugh. "It means you're around, and you're pretty great."
>Lyra laughs and there's a brief pause as your food arrives.
>Cutting into one of your stuffed mushrooms, you take a bite and savor it.
>The filling of rice, peas and carrots combine with the mushroom cup to give it a rich and hearty feel, while the gooseberry reduction adds just a little something light to keep it from becoming heavy.
>Swallowing, you look across the table at Lyra.
"Your friend is some sort of wizard, I just know it."
>This earns you a questioning look from Lyra.
"How else could she teleport a piece of Canterlot to Ponyville?"


>A decent meal in your stomach and a pretty mare at your side, you head down to the field.
>Tonight was against the Yetis...
>An easy win most likely.
>You planned to use the game as an opportunity to try a few things.
>Move some ponies around a bit.
>Like a dress rehearsal for next week's game.
>Cloudchaser's team was good...real good.
>If you could have a few tricks up your sleeve, it might give you the edge you need.
>Either way, tonight would be fun and pretty easy.
>"Anon?"
"Hmm?"
>"Earlier you asked why I know so much about herding."
"I did."
>"Keep a secret?"
"Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."
>"I kind of assumed I'd end up in a herd with Bonbon, so it seemed useful to know."
>Oh.
"Oh, I see."
>"I'm not saying you have to take Bonbon! It's not like that at all!"
"It makes sense to herd with your friend."
>"Yes, and there was a stallion once that we thought would. Bonbon's coltfriend at the time."
"Is this about why Bonbon is so down on stallions?"
>"Yeah." she sighs. "Let's just say it didn't work out."
"Is that why Bonbon is so serious all the time?"
>"No, that part is just Bonnie."
"Hmmm. I happen to have three openings in the Herd still." you muse aloud. "Would you like me to give her a shot?"
>"Anon, you don't have to-"
"I know. But she's your friend, and like I said, I'm in the market for a few good mares."
>"I'll ask her when I get home then!" Lyra smiles brightly.

>Passing the fence marking the entrance to the little stadium area, you take a knee and hug Lyra.
"Thanks again for coming. You didn't have to."
>"A good mare supports her stallion!" she chirps gleefully.
"And you're one of the good ones." you say with a smile. "Meet back here after the game?"
>"Okay! Good luck!"
>Nodding, you head down the stairs into the locker room while Lyra goes to find a seat in the stands.

>"Startin' to wonder if you were gonna make it." Applejack chides as you step into the meeting area.
"I'm dressed and ready to go half an hour before showtime." you scoff. "Hardly cutting it close."
>"An' it's not like Rainbow didn't just fly into th' locker room two minutes ago." Big Mac adds.
>"Listen here ya galoot. Rainbow may be a friend, but I'm not afraid to say she ain't exactly punctual."
"Napping takes a lot of energy." you offer casually.
>A few pegasi snicker.
>Applejack just sighs.
"But what matters now is that we're all present and accounted for." you say loudly, clasping your hands together in front of you.
>Thus commences the brief pre-game pep talk.
>Good fundamentals.
>Just roll with it if you call an odd play.
>Nopony gets hurt.
>Beers after the game.
>Talk complete.
>"Alright, let's go have some honest fun y'all!" AJ whoops as Dash throws open the doors to the field.

>It is halftime, and you're up by two touchdowns.
>A few plays have worked out, but most of them haven't.
>These ponies have settled into their roles too much.
>It's hard to change that up this late in the season.
>But the thing that has you a little surprised was the trio of mares in the stands.
>Roseluck had shown up a little late, but you knew she was going to be busy with work.
>And obviously Lyra was out there.
>But while neither Aloe nor Lotus were there, Flitter was.
>Sitting there with your two mares, rooting for you.
>It caught you a little off guard.
>Ah well, get your head in the game Anon.
>Still have two quarters left to play.

>Leaving the locker room, you spot Lyra and Rose over by the gates, and you start heading towards them.
>Two steps later, a pegasus stops you.
>"Anon." the purple pegasus growls as her hooves impact the ground.
"Well hey, Cloudchaser. What's up?"
>"Don't you 'what's up?' me!"
"I'm guessing you're not coming to the bar with us, then?"
>"No!" she snorts, stamping a hoof. "And stay away from my sister!"
>With that, she rockets into the night.
>You stare after her for a moment before being called back to reality.
>"Anon?" Lyra calls, suddenly in front of you. "What did Cloudchaser want?"
"I'll tell you about it later." you sigh, shaking your head. "Let's go knock a few back, huh?"
>"Okaaaay, but I won't let you forget!" she answers as you wrap Rose up in a hug.
>"I'm curious too." Rose adds.
"Fair enough. But now is time for drinking."

>Rose demurs from drinking, and you give her a hug and a kiss on the forehead before sending her on her way.
>Lyra is game, however, and cheerily bounces along beside you as you head towards the usual watering hole.
"Your concert is next weekend, right?"
>"Yup! Two performances, one Sunday afternoon, and another Sunday evening! Then we'll do it again the next weekend!"
"Nothing during the week?"
>"Nope, because Tavi is heading up to Canterlot in between."
"Ah, I see. Without the featured soloist, not a lot of point to it."
>"Exactly."
"Where do I even get tickets for this?"
>"Town Hall. There's a little office for us there. Orrrr your super awesome marefriend could just make it happen for you~"
"Hmm, well I wouldn't want to burden her with that." you counter. "But I'll let you know."

>Pushing the door open, you quickly spot a large table of your teammates in the back corner.
>Waving to them, you lead the way, Lyra close behind.
>With only one seat left at the table proper, you offer it to Lyra and pull a chair from a nearby table up behind her.
>Turning it around, you straddle the seat and rest your arms on the back.
>Lyra orders some wine or another, you really don't know much about them, and you get a beer headed your way.
>Your unicorn companion is talking animatedly with Cheerilee, while you join some of the others in trash talking the other teams.
>Spirits are high.
>At this point, if you win next week, it won't matter if you don't make the playoffs.
>Everypony will know that with your return, coupled with Dash coming back, you guys are the best team in town.
>And right now, everyone on the team agrees that you can beat the Raiders.

>An hour later a few ponies say their goodbyes, citing work or other commitments in the morning.
>This gives you the opportunity to slide into a seat next to Lyra, draping an arm across the back of her chair.
>It also puts you next to Rainbow Dash.
>Mercifully, she has yet to challenge AJ to a drinking contest.
>Not that it isn't going to happen.
>Just that it hasn't happened yet.
>"Anon. Dude."
"What's up, Skittles?"
>"I gotta tell ya, you got some guts man."
"Psh. The Yetis are pushovers."
>"No dude, not that! I mean gettin' all friendly and stuff with Cloudchaser's sister!" she says, barely stifling her laughter. "I haven't seen her so mad since Cloudsdale! Pfft!"
"Just because we hung out one night doesn't mean we're 'getting friendly' Dash." you dismiss. "Besides, Flitter is a grown mare that doesn't need her sister's permission to make friends."
>"Suuure, it doesn't mean anything Anon." Rainbow teases. "Just like it didn't mean anything when the last four mares started hanging out with you."
"I'm starting to think you're jealous." you smirk.
>"Psh, as if! You put on a good face, but you're too much of a homebody to keep up with The Dash!"
"Uh huh. Sure."
>"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. Just reminiscing about the last time you, AJ and I did shots." you offer. "Who was it that couldn't hold her liquor and had to be carried home? AJ?"
>You pause, feigning deep thought.
"Oh, no. That's right, it was 'The Dash'."
>"You better be ready to put your bits where your mouth is, Anon!"
>"Why do you do this, Anon?" AJ asks wearily from across the table.
"Because it's fun, and I know how it's going to end." you smile.
>"That's fine and all, but we're takin' her back to your place this time 'round." she says, looking you in the eye.
"Fair enough." you concede.

>"Is...is this normal?" Lyra asks in a worried tone.
>"Eeyup."
>You stare across the table at AJ, your winged challenger somewhere on the floor to your right.
>It is pretty unclear, and absolutely irrelevant, how much you've had to drink.
>You kind of need to pee, but getting to the bathroom is a challenge you're not sure you're ready for.
>AJ reaches for her final shot, and you grab yours.
>Down the hatch!
>The slight burn of the alcohol mixes with the smokiness of the whiskey, followed by just a hint of sweetness.
>Not that you really notice at this point.
>"You ready t' keep goin' pardner?" Applejack grumbles, eyeing you unsteadily.
"I think I've...made my point." you manage to get out, furrowing your brow as you search for Rainbow Dash.
>Finding her on the ground, you turn back to Applejack.
"I'm willing to call this a draw."
>"Deal." she says, leaning back.
"Mac, why don't ya ever drink with us?" you chide.
>"Because somepony has to make sure y'all get home." he snorts.
>You suspect it's because of Cheerilee.
>But she's pretty cool, so you let it go.
>Slowly getting to your feet, you excuse yourself to use the restroom.
>And you make it there in surprisingly good form!

>Upon your return, you find that the bill has been divvied up already.
>You start to count bits, and decide it would be best to settle your tab in the morning.
>What is math, even?
>Lyra leans against you as your group heads out into the night.
>Which is not helping your compromised balance right now.
>You list a little towards her to counter, running your hand through her mane in the process.
>Lyra offers a satisfied coo, causing Cheerilee to giggle.
>Now who's the obnoxiously cute couple?"
"You're just jealous 'cause Mac don't have fingers."
>"Lyra certainly appreciates them." the school teacher teases.
>"Yesssss." your companion hums in agreement.
>"I can't wait until the next girls night."
>Lyra stumbles at that, eliciting another round of laughter from Cheerilee.
>"Rose is going to be merciless."
>"Hey 'lee?" Lyra says, regaining her footing. "Have I ever told you that you're terrible?"
>"Every time we drink."
>"Good."

>The next morning you wake to the dulcet tones of Rainbow Dash snoring away on your couch.
>In stark contrast are the quiet little snores escaping from the mare beside you.
>Just to confirm the score here... boxers are still on.
>In a way you're relieved.
>You really aren't that kind of guy.
>Pulling your companion in close, you gently pet her mane.
>She settles into your side as she slowly comes to consciousness, blearily looking up at you.
>"Anon? What is that noise?"
"Our star wide receiver, the captain of the Ponyville Weather Team, and apparently the baritone Mac's quartet has been looking for."
>She stares blankly back at you.
"It's Rainbow Dash."
>"Oh. Why didn't you say that?"
"Don't worry about it." you say, shaking your head. "Let's get away from Speedysnooze and find some breakfast."
>"I'd like that."

>Sitting by the window at Sugarcube Corner, you pick slowly at a croissant while Lyra destroys a shortstack.
>It's kind of impressive to watch, really.
>Sipping your coffee, you watch ponies heading off to start their days.
>Even on the weekend, central Ponyville maintained just the right amount of hustle and bustle.
>Seeing Bonbon trot by, you almost consider stepping out and inviting her in... but something tells you that it would be better to let Lyra run that idea past her.
>The mare is pretty suspicious of you, after all.
>"Anon?"
"Hmmm?" you respond absently.
>"What did Rainbow Dash mean about Cloudchaser last night?" she asks. "Does it have to do with why she's so upset with you?"
>Ugh, right.
>How about that.
"Yeah, Flitter spent the whole night with us at the bonfire last weekend, and then I ran into her the other night, and, well, I ended up crashing on the couch."
>"Kind of like the first time I stayed the night?"
"Yeah, but with more science and less music."
>"Sounds like Flitter."
"Do you know her well?"
>"She used to come to girls night once in a while." Lyra nods.
"Hmm, well, it seems Cloudchaser doesn't want her hanging around with me."
>"Yeah, she didn't like her spending all her time with me and the girls either."
"Seriously?"
>"Cloudy is just trying to force her sister to meet a nice stallion." Lyra shrugs. "It's hard sometimes."
"I know she's shy, but she seems like a nice mare. I'm sure she'll find someone."
>Lyra cocks her head.
>"I don't really know about that." she says, before a wry grin creeps across her face. "Unless you know something I don't?"
>Her grin is becoming a smile.
>Better put a stop to that.
"Whoa, easy there." you say, putting your hands up. "I am not going to start dating every single mare that I talk to."
>Lyra just waggles her eyebrows at you, earning her a disapproving frown.
"I just don't get it." you say, shaking your head. "Why is Cloudy in such a rush? I know I wanted my sister to find the right guy before rushing off to get married."
>Ohhhh.
"Is this because of the whole 'ponies date super fast' thing?"
>"More like a 'not enough stallions for every mare to get one' thing." she says, hopping to her hooves.
>Leaving some bits on the table, you wave to Pinkie as you follow Lyra out the door.
"What do you mean?"
>"Anon, just look around!" Lyra says, gesturing to the ponies in the street.
>She pushes against you, and you absentmindedly tousle her mane.
>"There are five or six mares to every stallion. Every mare wants to be married and have foals, Anon. Herding is just how we make that happen!"
>You'd never really thought about it.
>Probably because you spent so much time at work.
>Considering all of the pony-watching you did, you're surprised it never seemed odd that there were so many more mares than stallions.
>How did this happen?
>Why is there an imbalance?
>Or has it always been like this?
>Looking down at Lyra, you start to appreciate how much this relationship must mean to her.
>And to the others as well.
>This is... you need to find out everything you can about herding and all of the cultural strings attached to it.
>And to learn everything about Equestrian Courtship, there is only one pony to turn to...
>Cadence.

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Chapter 9
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>The week finds you spending a lot of time in your apartment.
>Not that you're being antisocial, but the preliminary documents for the gardens for the Academy have begun coming in, and you've taken to translating your vision into schematics.
>You're so deep in your work you don't even leave the castle until Wednesday.
>At which point something more exciting than the garden project compels you to leave your work.
>You're standing in the entry hall of your  dilapidated fixer-upper.
>On your right is Wally and his assistant, on your left is Jim and a handful of tradesponies.
>The morning light illuminates the dusty rooms as you walk through the place, ticking off the work to be done from an extensive work prospectus.
>It takes most of the morning, but Jim chose his subcontractors carefully and they didn't seem fazed in the least by the scope of work.
>After the walk through, you paid for lunch (and a few beers).
>Food, beer and rough talk flow freely as you sit back and enjoy some more masculine company for a change.
>Nothing wrong with mares, but it's unlikely you'll ever hear Rarity and Fluttershy debating which princess has the best flank.
>It's a change of pace you appreciate.
>Slowly the various contractors peel off, eventually leaving just you, Walnut and Jim.
>"How soon can we start?" Wally asks, slowly picking at his fries.
"I've got the keys and the deed. Start as soon as you like."
>"It's getting colder. The sooner we start the sooner we're finished." Jim adds.
>"Yup. I'd like to start this week, assuming we can get materials in that soon."
"Ponyville may be rural, but it's on a major route to Canterlot." you answer. "Shouldn't be too hard."
>"The big one will be getting the foundation repairs underway. Those need to be done before anything else." Wally observes.
>"Mhmm, and they'll be the first priority. After that, roofing and any repairs to the outer structure, including replacing that deck before it kills somepony."
"It's really not that bad."
>"It is, and you know it, Anonymous." a feminine voice with a particularly refined accent chides. "And I, for one, am glad to see it gone."
>Rarity takes a seat across from you as a waiter clears the dishes from the others.
>Gracious and sociable as always, your faithful friend slides easily into the conversation.
>She quickly steers talk away from the deck, knowing the others already agree with her.
>It's an art form, the way she socializes.
>Being friends with her has always meant that you're well informed.
>Though you know better than to think she doesn't filter that news through her own agendas.
>A few drinks later Rarity's salad arrives as the others excuse themselves.
>Lots to do to get the project rolling.
>Waving as they leave, you take a sip of your bourbon.
>"So how is your herd coming along, dear? Princess Cadence will expect results, after all."
"Ugh, don't remind me. I'm busy enough between work, the house and trying to make sure I spend time with all four of the mares I have." you gripe, taking a deeper draw from your glass. "How the hell am I going to handle seven?"
>"Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't this supposed to be a vacation?"
"It was. A leave of absence to relax." you nod sadly. "And this is fun and all, but it can be stressful."
>"Well perhaps you shouldn't work so much then."
"This lifestyle is going to be expensive, I've got to house and feed my mares. I dread the costs ahead if any of them want foals..."
>"Hmmm, that /is/ quite a dilemma for future Anon."
"I'm getting the impression you aren't entirely on my side here, Rares."
>"You'd have plenty of time if you simply dropped one of your projects."
"We aren't all going to fit in my Canterlot apartment." you counter. "You know this. You visited once."
>"And what a telling visit it was." she rebukes. "From the dinner table covered in blueprints to the contracts sitting on your nightstand, it is abundantly clear that nopony in the history of Equestria so desperately needs a good mare in his life as you."
"Oh that hurts from the mare that regularly works herself into exhaustion."
>"Do not change the subject. I simply cannot believe nopony in Canterlot ever noticed. It is unacceptable! No wonder they decided you needed seven mares, those poor fillies are going to have their work cut out for them."
"I think the four I have are enough trouble."
>"I think you're the real trouble, Anonymous."
"You aren't entirely wrong." you say as the waitress brings another bourbon.
>Swirling the amber elixir briefly around the ice, you take a sip and grin at the grumpy marshmallow across the table.
"But I do try my best."

>As the afternoon fades, you find yourself walking towards the outskirts of town with Rarity, she sighs and looks up at you.
>"I do wish you'd focus on your herd rather than take on jobs in Canterlot."
"And I wish I had the bits in the bank to focus on my herd and not have to take jobs in Canterlot." you reply. "But that simply isn't how things worked out."
>"It's just that you have a tendency to develop a terrible case of tunnel vision when you're working."
"Guilty as charged."
>"Just try not to lose focus on your priorities."
"Herd first. Then House. Then work."
>"Your health and your friends should probably be on that list too."
"Well, I'll see if I can squeeze them in." you chuckle.
>Rarity just gives you a look.
"Hey, I wasn't kidding about this whole herd thing taking up all of my time." you explain. "Rose's parents are in this weekend, and Lyra's concert is on Sunday. With my hoofball game, that means I'm booked until Monday or Tuesday."
>"Oh, the concert! I had nearly forgotten! It really is lovely when Ponyville exudes enough culture to merit getting dressed up!"
"Seriously? How fancy are we talking?"
>"Well it's a concert, with a soloist all the way from Fillydelphia! Twilight commissioned a new dress for the occasion, and since I was already in my idea room, I started ones for myself and Fluttershy as well!"
"Huh, I guess I could see that being more Fluttershy's pace." you muse.
>"Let me guess. You were planning to wear one of your work suits."
"Of course. My tailor is a genius, I think you'd really like her work."
>"Flattery will only get you so far, Anonymous..."
"But since you brought it up, I think I'll wear the black suit instead."
>"That is a better idea." she hums agreeably. "Don't worry about the shirt and tie, just come by tomorrow and I'll have a new combination ready for you."
>You know better than to argue, so you just nod in affirmation.
>It's been a while since you wore that suit.
>The Gala, probably.
>It fit perfectly, like all of your suits, but this one really sharpened your silhouette.
>A Rarity original, of course.

>Rarity turns off at Sweet Apple Acres, heading to pick up Sweetie Belle, while you continue on to your house.
>There wasn't any good reason to be out here.
>The work wouldn't start until Monday at the earliest.
>You already knew the project inside and out.
>Outside...
>You hadn't given much thought to outside.
>Admittedly, with Fall in full swing and Winter looming on the horizon, landscaping wasn't a huge priority.
>But to have no plan at all... seems like a bad idea.
>Particularly if the tendency of cutie marks to run in the family holds true.
>You can only assume that Rose and her sisters were born to florists.
>Walking through the tall grass, fallen leaves swishing around each stride, you inhale and savor the night air.
>The earthy smell of the fallen leaves, the coming chill of the October night, and a hint of distant woodsmoke.
>It will be easy enough to dismiss the current state of the place, you just bought it after all.
>But if they ask what you had in mind, you'd like to have an answer.
>Maybe you'll just say that initially you're going to restore it to how it was, and work from there.
>Not a great plan, but not awful.
>That would require you knowing what it used to look like though.
>A clip-clopping of hooves returns your focus to the present.
>Looking behind you, you can see the silhouettes of two ponies in the waning light.
>One of them opens the gate as you turn around.
>"I thought he walked this way with Rarity..."
>"He is probably just around back."
>A troublesome set of twins, it seems.
"Trespassing is a crime you know." you call out, moving towards them.
>They answer by shining a flashlight in your face.
"Hey! With the light!"
>"Sorry!" Aloe squeaks, lowering the beam.
>So much for your night vision.
>As you fumble forward, your foot catches on a root and sends you sprawling with an oath.
>Rolling onto your back, you opt to simply lie there for a moment.
>It really is peaceful out here.
>"Anon? Are you okay?" Aloe asks as the girls reach you.
"Yeah, I just decided that this grass is pretty comfortable." you answer. "I thought I'd lie down for a bit."
>Lotus quickly drops down beside you, laying her head across your chest.
>"Hmm, this /is/ pretty nice."
>You just chuckle and wrap an arm around her.
>Looking up expectantly at Aloe, she turns off the flashlight and curls up on your other side.
"So why are you two out here so late?" you ask, pulling Aloe up against you.
>"We were leaving the market and saw you and Rarity heading this way." Aloe says.
>"And from how much she complains about it, we assumed you were coming out here to look at the house again." Lotus continues.
>"And we were right!" Aloe adds. "Though I don't know where Rarity went..."
"She went to Sweet Apple Acres to pick up her sister." you explain.
>"So you came out here alone, to stare at an empty house?" Lotus prods.
"Actually, I was staring at an unkempt yard."
>"I thought maybe you were looking for Flitter." Aloe yawns.
>"Why would she be here?" Lotus asks accusingly.
>"Oh, I forget that she usually comes in on your days off." Aloe says. "She told me once that the little dock out here is where she goes to escape her sister."
>"She just hides at someone's house?"
"In her defense, no one has lived here in years."
>"Mhm." Aloe nods. "She told me about the time you caught her out here though."
"Did she tell you she was so surprised that she fell in the river?"
>Aloe giggles.
>"Yes, she mentioned that. She had quite a bit to say about you."
>"You think she wants in?" Lotus asks.
>The next thirty minutes are spent listening to the twins debate the merits of adding Flitter to your herd.
>It's kind of amusing to listen to them.
>Their methods were very different from yours.
>While you cared about how well you got along with a pony and gave a little thought to how they might get along with the others, that was only the beginning for Aloe and Lotus.
>They agreed that she was cute and quiet, but Aloe was quick to rebuff any comparison to herself.
>You couldn't help but laugh with them when Aloe pointed out that she wasn't an awkward mess at all times like Flitter.
>That's about when things digressed.
>An analysis of her family, particularly Cloudchaser, was a bit uncomfortable.
>Until recently, you hadn't given much thought to the fact that each mare brought in-laws with her.
>It was a point to be considered, though it was far from a deciding factor.
>As the two speculated about Flitter's finances, you felt a need to speak up.
"You know that I intend to support all of you, right?"
>"Of course, it's one of the many things Rarity vents to us about." Aloe chides.
>"And Rose mentioned it after you took her to Canterlot." Lotus adds. "Not that I'm jealous or anything."
>You turn to the blue pony and give her a quick peck on the lips.
>"But I don't know where she'll get the bits for a dowry."
>Seriously?
>They do that still?
>You're about to ask when Lotus chimes in, noting that Flitter does have a well paid job half the year.
>When this weekend is over you really need to find a book (or four) about this whole herding thing.
>...or you could ask Cadence when you see her.
>Cadence would be faster, but you really are not looking forward to that.

>You spend a while just listening to the other two.
>Eventually they quiet down.
>The gentle rhythm of Aloe's breathing tells you she has fallen asleep.
>Lotus, on the other hand, is slowly working her way on top of you.
>She's trying to pretend she's asleep and just snuggling in.
>But you're on to her games.
>Scooping her up with your one arm, you push her all the way up until you're face to face with her.
"Hey pretty pony." you whisper.
>She nuzzles your cheek in response.
"You know, if you really want to go to Canterlot, we can do that."
>"I'm not really jealous." Lotus assures you. "Just don't forget about me, please?"
"How could I ever forget about you?" you say, bringing your arm up to stroke her back.
>"Promise?"
>Your smile falters as you look into Lotus's eyes.
>They're full of...concern?
"I promise." you assure her.

>Later that night you head down the stairs after tucking Aloe into bed.
>After carrying her all the way home.
>She is an incredibly sound sleeper it seems.
>Lotus is at the door, waiting for you.
>Kneeling, you wrap her in a hug.
"You know, Canterlot is kind of overdone. Why don't we check out some place else?"
>"I hear that Vanhoover is beautiful in the Winter."
"And cold."
>"I think we'll be able to keep warm."
>You just laugh.
>This mare.

>Thursday morning dawns bright and clear, and you can smell something cooking downstairs.
>Spike must want something.
>Content to wait and see what it is, you hop in the shower.
>Thinking over your meetings yesterday leaves you pretty confident that the house project is finally underway and on schedule.
>Not that there's much of a schedule at this point.
>But still.
>It's moving along.
>Humming a tune from Earth, you proceed to dry off, shave and dress yourself.
>You're feeling pretty good about today.
>With a little luck, you'll finish the load calculations for the first greenhouse today, and can get that sent to the Ironworkers.
>And then maybe you could spin by the spa and pick up one of the twins to go to dinner tonight.
>Seeing as Rose is going to monopolize a lot of this weekend with her parents visiting, and then Lyra's concert is coming up on Sunday, you feel it's only fair.
>Taking a seat at your desk, you pull out your work and dive into those calculations.
>Now if only Spike would hurry up and at least bring some coffee.

>About half an hour later, you hear the door open in the other room.
"Morning, Spike." you call, not looking up. "What's up?"
>"Does Spike usually make your breakfast?" a decidedly feminine voice responds.
>Rose?
>"Rose?" you ask, putting aside your work.
>Your marefriend trots into the room with a tray full of breakfast precariously balanced on her back.
>How these Earth ponies manage things like that is beyond science to explain.
>Getting to your feet, you take the tray off of her, and usher her into the sitting room.
>Syrup and blueprints don't mix.
>You're embarrassed to admit that you learned that one the hard way.
>Celestia just laughed when you explained why you needed new copies made of some of the MEP drawings.
>Shaking the memory from your head, you find a pitcher of orange juice sitting on the coffee table next to some glasses.
>Did she sneak in here earlier...?
>These ponies baffle you sometimes.
>Especially morning times.
>A lot of things baffle you in the morning.
"So what's the occasion?" you ask, dropping into the loveseat.
>Rose hops up into the spot next to you, and leans in.
>Staring up at you, she places a playful kiss on your cheek.
>"A mare can't make breakfast for her coltfriend?"
>While you can't say you aren't enjoying this, something seems...off.
>Rose isn't like this.
>Lyra is like this.
>Maybe even Lotus, if you threw in a dash more playfulness.
>But Rose isn't.
>Rose is calm and collected and sarcastic.
"Well, I won't argue with that." you say, cutting into a stack of pancakes.
>Mmm!
"The pecans are a nice touch."
>"It's my mom's recipe. She's an amazing cook."
"Well it seems like she's rubbed off on somepony, and I have to say, I'm impressed."
>"I'm glad you think so. So what are you doing today?"
"Well, I'm having breakfast with my marefriend, and then I was planning to get a small project finished so I'll be free to spend time with her and her parents tomorrow."
>"What project?"
"Oh, just some structural stuff for the botanical gardens."
>"So not any sort of rush?"
"Well, like I said, I'm planning to be a bit busy tomorrow and all weekend, but I guess it could wait until Monday." you say, mulling it over. "Why? Do you have something in mind?"
>"My Mom called last night. She's coming in early."
"Oh, hmmm. Well, how early?"
>"She's in the kitchen right now."
>Your chewing slowly comes to a halt.
>Looking down at the pancakes, you start to understand.
"You didn't cook these, did you?"
>"It was her idea."
"I have been betrayed." you moan dramatically, clutching your heart.
>Slumping back against the loveseat, you look over at Roseluck, who stares back at you.
"Well, invite her up! Or would you rather use the big table downstairs?"
>"You aren't upset?"
"Did you plan on her coming in early?"
>"No. She just wanted to see me and my sisters."
"If it isn't your fault, how can I possibly be mad?"
>Rose's ears perk up adorably.
>You hadn't even noticed that they were laid down.
>But you think you understand why she seemed off today.
>It's because she was nervous.
>Roseluck, nervous!
>Ridiculous.
>You want to make a good impression, but her dad is the one you expect to be hard to win over.
"Just your mom is down there? I thought your dad was coming this weekend too?"
>"He still has his job, and couldn't get the time off. He'll be here tomorrow afternoon."
"Sounds good."
>"Are we eating downstairs or up here?"
"This is a castle, and you're the princess, so you tell me."
>Rose turns your head to face her.
>Rubbing your cheek gently, she looks into your eyes.
>"We're eating here." she says "And that joke was terrible."

>While Rose goes downstairs to grab her mother, you take a moment to straighten up the place.
>And also add a splash to vodka to your OJ... just a little to calm the nerves.
>Recently your work has spread itself all over your apartment.
>Spec Docs, Bid Quotes, Permit Applications...
>The mess made sense to you, but to an outsider it just looked cluttered.
>So in a whirlwind of motion, you gather up two armfuls of scattered paperwork and transfer them to your office.
>Dumping them without ceremony on your desk, you enter just as the two mares return.
>"Anon? This is my mom, Lilac."
>The lavender mare stares up at you for a second...
>"He's so tall!" she squeals to Rose, who grins back at you sheepishly.
"Nice to meet you?"
>"Let's just eat." Rose says, pushing her mother towards the little table.

>"Sorry Anon, Rosey told me all about you already and even sent a picture, but, well, it just didn't do you justice!"
"No worries. I've gotten used to it." you reassure her. "What else did Rose tell you?"
>Architect. Canterlot. Romantic. Hoofball.
>Yeah, that's a fair assessment assuming she didn't want to send her parents a hundred page dissertation.
"I'd say she did a good job." you say. "Maybe a little overglorified."
>"I just told the truth." Rose counters.
>You plan to continue waving it off as what any good boyfriend, er, coltfriend, would do.
>But pancakes first.
>"Oh I remember the first time your father took me on a trip! I'm so happy it's finally happening for you Rosey!"
>"What ever shall you do without nagging me about finding a nice colt?"
>"I'll pester Lily and Daisy, of course!" Lilac smiles gleefully. "After the wedding, that is. I can't wait to help you two plan!"
>A bit of pancake goes down the wrong pipe and you sputter for a moment.
>Grabbing your juice you're able to recompose yourself as Rose gives your usual explanations.
>"So it's going to be a long time?" Lilac asks sadly.
"There's a lot to talk about, when it comes to the timing given the circumstances." you say, watching Rose out of the corner of your eye. "But don't worry. It'll happen."
>Roseluck's head whips around at this, staring at you with the widest eyes you've ever seen.
>You can't help but throw your head back and laugh at her reaction.
>You wrap an arm around her and give her a quick squeeze.
"More orange juice, Miss Lilac?"

>Not wanting to spend all day inside, your merry trio embarks on a walk around town.
>"You're living in the castle?" Rose's mother asks. "Are you seeing the Princess as well?"
>You knew she would ask.
"Nope, we're just friends. I have a home I recently purchased, but it's set to undergo renovations starting this week."
>"Is it a big place?"
"Every mare will have her own room, and there will be land to allow for...additions."
>Stopping at Bonbon's stall, Rose orders a few things.
>"What's the catch?" the older mare asks, looking seriously up at you.
"Well the catch is it needs a ton of work, like I said-"
>"No, with you."
>"Mom!"
"No catch, once you get past the fact that I'm the only human in Equestria."
>She looks at you, then the ground as she thinks, and then back at you.
>"I want to be a grandmother, Anonymous."
>Rose buries her face in the counter with a groan as Bonbon snickers from the register.
"Celestia seems confident that modern medicine can make that happen. I asked the same question before I ever started building a herd."
>Reaching into your bit purse, you lay a few coins on the counter.
"Let's go check in on your sisters, eh?"

>Once at the house shared by the Flower Sisters, a lot of the pressure is taken off of Rose.
>The two of you can just sit on the couch and let the other two take the brunt of Lilac's enthusiasm for a while.
>Daisy, being next oldest, appears to be the next target.
>Not that Lily is spared much.
"So when do we tell her that the house will have an in-law suite?"
>"I don't think she can handle that much excitement." Rose yawns, pushing herself up against you. "Let's wait until the place is finished. I didn't even know work had started."
"It hasn't. We had the first meeting yesterday, they'll start work as soon as they can get materials."
>"When will it be done?"
"I'm hoping by Hearthswarming."
>"That would be really nice."
"You could fit a really big tree in that entry hall."
>"I think just simple wreaths and bunting would work well on that house. Maybe some bows. Not anything flashy or showy, but simple."
"Stately."
>"Mhmm."
"You're gonna be a great homemaker. I can tell."
>"Now who's in a rush?" Rose smirks.
"Your mother, clearly."
>"Don't encourage her."
"I think she's delightful."
>"She seems to like you."
"Do you like me?"
>"Mhmm."
"That's what counts." you say, wrapping an arm around her as the others return from the garden.
>"Ugh, stop the cute couple act. Mom's here." Daisy groans, rolling her eyes.
>"You're just grumpy because /you/ don't have a hot hoofball player coltfriend." Lily teases.
"I could set you up with our tight end, I'm pretty sure Dusty's single."
>Daisy throws herself into the other corner of the couch and attempts to smother herself with a pillow.
>Rose just looks at her sister and laughs.

>It's long after dinner when you're finally able to excuse yourself and head home.
>The Flower mares are certainly a lively bunch, and fun to be around.
>And you were able to pick up a little bit about Rose's dad.
>He owns a small landscaping company, big-hearted and gregarious, a guy's guy.
>They assure you that you don't need to worry about him.
>And Rose adds that if Mom likes you, Dad will like you.
>When you lay down in bed, that knowledge helps you fall quickly asleep.

>You spend all morning Friday plowing through the calculations you had planned to finish Thursday.
>Rose's father, Snap, wasn't due in until after one o'clock, and Rose had let you off the hook until then.
>Straightening up at half past noon, work completed, you bundle the documents up and head out the door.
>Another beautiful autumn day greets you, with sunshine, crisp air and a light breeze.
>Perfect.
>The weather was something that took some getting used to when you came to Equestria.
>Severe weather was rare, and bad weather was contained to blocks of days and only used when needed.
>So instead of the usual gloom of a Midwestern October, you got a month chock full of Autumn glory.
>Breathing deep, you exhale and head into town with a smile.
>You stop at the post office to ship your days work to the engineering firm in Canterlot, and then proceed to Phyllo's stall in the market.
>A large, fresh quiche in hand, you acquire a few pastries from the only bakery worth stopping at and then make a bee line to the north side.
>A soothing mix of herbal and floral scents greet you as the bell overhead announces your arrival.
>Aloe looks up from her magazine and is around the counter a moment later.
>"Anon! I haven't seen you in a while!"
"It hasn't been that long, but I know. I missed you too."
>"You brought lunch?"
"I did."
>"If you keep bringing me food, I'm going to get fat." she pouts, "Come on."

>Following Aloe into the back break room, you locate the necessary utensils to cut the quiche.
>Aloe sets out three plates, and starts some tea.
"I'm glad to see you back on your hooves."
>Aloe offers a small smile as she lifts some food onto your plate.
>"It was so nice of you to come by, sorry if I was kind of sleepy."
"You had every right to be sleepy, and I needed to take care of my marefriend. That's what a gentlecolt does."
>"Who was that mare I saw you and Rose with yesterday?"
"Ah, that would be her mother. Her father is coming in later today."
>"Mmm, that's a good idea." she muses. "I should write to mama and papa."
"I regret saying anything."
>"Our parents aren't that bad, Anon. They're just...different."
"What does that even mean?"
>"You know we moved here from Stalliongrad, it's just a different culture."
"Hmm, right. Well, let's plan that out so you and Lotus can give me a crash course before I meet them, okay?"
>"That's a good plan." Aloe says, taking a tiny bite of her lunch. "And it would be a great reason just to see you."
"You don't need a reason to come by, Aloe."
>She just offers a smile in response.
>"Sounds like an invitation." a similar, yet faintly different, voice says from behind you.
>A pair of blue hooves wrap around your neck as Lotus nuzzles the side of your head.
"Hey pretty pony, I missed you too."
>"I was starting to wonder. Or maybe you're just after my sister?"
"You are the worst." you say, bending over to give her a quick peck on the lips. "And I am in your chair, here, let me-"
>"No no. You just stay there." she says, hopping onto your lap.
>What follows is a very awkward lunch.
>Not conversationally, Aloe and Lotus are always a joy to be around.
>It is just hard to eat with a mare in your lap.

>The time passes too quickly, as always these days, and you find yourself at the door.
>Taking a knee, you wrap an arm around each of them and pull them into a quick hug.
"I'll be around more after this weekend. Things have just been kind of hectic lately."
>"We know." Aloe smiles.
>"And now we know that your door is always open." Lotus adds with a wink.
>You tousle her mane as you stand.
"Alright. I'll see you two later."
>Turning, you show yourself out.

>Striding down the street you check the time.
>Fifteen minutes until Rose's father arrives, and the station is five minutes way.
>Perfect.
>Enough time to make it there without having to rush.
>The short walk is quick and uneventful.
>And when you make your way onto the platform, it is easy to spot Rose and Lilac.
"Am I presentable?"
>"You're fine." Rose assures you.
>"Oh don't you worry." Lilac agrees. "Snap is harmless."
"If you say so."
>Moments later a whistle heralds the imminent arrival of the 1:30 from Fillydelphia.
>As the cloud of steam disappates, the doors open and you immediately know which one is Roseluck's father.
>Same shade of mane, slightly more golden coat, garden trowel cutie mark.
>Rose runs up to the stallion and wraps him in a hug as Lilac joins them.
>You rise to your feet, but do not join them in hugging Rose's dad.
>What did they call him again?
>Pretty sure Lilac called him Snap, but is that a nickname?
>Hmmm.
>Rose leads her parents over to you.
>"So mom already met him, but dad, I think you can guess that this is Anon."
>You extend a hand.
"Anonymous. It's great to meet you."
>"Snapdragon." he says, shaking your hand. "Rose has told us good things."
>There's an awkward pause before Lilac jumps in.
>"Well let's not stand around here all afternoon!"
>"Back to the house then?" Rose offers.
>Both you and Snap nod, and the party ventures forth.

>Back at the house, Rose makes some coffee and Daisy sets a pitcher of lemonade out.
>Lily produces a plate of cookies from somewhere.
>Lilac hands a cup of coffee to Snap and joins him on the loveseat.
>After being told there's nothing you can help with, you take a seat on the couch.
"So Lilac said you couldn't join us yesterday because of work?" you say, trying to strike up a conversation.
>Snapdragon snorts into his coffee.
>"My company has more business than I can handle sometimes."
"Well that's a good thing, isn't it?"
>"It's great! We're growing, hiring on more staff all the time, but it does make it hard to get away some times."
"It's a landscaping company isn't it? So things will calm down soon?"
>"Yeah, it'll slow down after the leaves fall, but we pick up a lot of snow removal jobs in the Winter so I don't have to lay anypony off."
"But it gives you more time at home?"
>"It does. And I'm looking forward to it." he says, leaning back into the cushions. "Now Rose told me you're an architect, right?"
"That is correct."
>"Is there a lot of work for that in Ponyville?"
>"Dear, he hasn't done any work in Ponyville."
>"But he lives in Ponyville."
"I came here to get away from work for a while."
>"So you're not staying here in Ponyville?"
"No, I'm staying. I've recently bought a house here. I plan to stay."
>"Okay. So do you think there will be work here for you? Ponyville is a pretty small place-"
>"You're not wrong about that." you say, taking a drink.
>Before you can continue Snap cuts back in.
>"I mean, have you considered moving to a larger city?"
>"Oh stop it, Snap!" Lilac chides.
>"I just think he might find more work in FIllydelphia."
>"What did I miss?" Rose asks, taking a seat next to you.
"Your dad thinks we should move to Fillydelphia."
>"Dad!"
>"What? I know I'm not wrong, there's bound to be bigger and better clients in Fillydelphia!"
"Yes and no. Bigger and better than Ponyville, yes. But I-"
>"Anon is the fanciest architect in Canterlot!" Daisy butts in.
>"He even knows the princesses!" Lily adds, taking the last seat on the couch.
>You close your eyes and take a deep breath.
"I don't know about fanciest, but yes, I do regularly work for the Crown."
>"See Snappy? He's doing just fine right here."
>"Okay okay, Filly can't compete with that." he concedes. "And don't call me that."
"Of course, just because the most recent projects have all been in Canterlot doesn't mean they all will be." you offer. "I happen to know that the princesses are looking at projects in the Crystal Empire, Baltimare and, yes, in Fillydelphia."
>"Well how does that work?" Daisy asks, pulling a chair into the room.
>"Well you see Daisy, Celestia and Luna happen to rule /all/ of Equestria, not just Canterlot." Rose quips.
>"No not that!" Daisy huffs over the laughter. "I mean, how can Anon work in all of those cities while living here with you?"
>All eyes on you again.
"It's a fair question." you reply, setting down your glass. "The house I've bought has a room I will use as a home office, and in time I may set up an office in town with a real staff and everything."
>"But I read in the paper that you like to supervise hands on?" Lily pries.
"It's true. I will probably have to travel quite a bit, and I suspect that's part of why the princesses assigned me such a large herd. So they could self-support while I'm away."
>You can see that the answer has left something to be desired, and quickly move to spin it.
"But as Rose can attest, I don't mind double-dipping business and pleasure. If I happen to be working in Fillydelphia, there's no reason I wouldn't bring her along."
>It's an improvement, but you can tell that you traveling for work doesn't sit well with Snap and Lilac.
>Ah well, it was better than lying to them.
>There's a brief pause, and Snapdragon looks you in the eye.
>"But you said you've got a house here? And you're going to do most of the work from home?"
"Absolutely." you nod.
>"Well, just keep your priorities straight and you'll be fine." he says, seeming content with your answer.
>"You said you bought a house?" Lilac asks, eager to move off the subject.
>"More like a haunted house." Daisy mumbles under her breath.
>"What was that?" Snap asks, leaning forward.
>"Nothing, nothing dad." Lily says through a giggle fit.
>Rose rolls her eyes as her dad looks around.
>"Anon /just/ bought it last week, and it needs work."
"A big old place on the outskirts of town." you explain. "But it hasn't been occupied in a while, which is why Rose says it needs work and Daisy called it a haunted house."
>"I don't know why you didn't get a place in town." Lily says.
"I had several requirements but two of the most important were rooms for all of my mares, and also space so that...additional bedrooms can be added down the road."
>"Such foresight!" Lilac bursts.
>"Hopefully your coltfriend thinks that far ahead." Rose says, looking at Lily.
>"You have a coltfriend?" Snap asks, head whipping around.
>"No dad, no. Rose is just making fun of me." Lily says defensively. "Why don't we go see this ruin Anon bought."

>Leading the way down the road, Rose gives them the rundown on the house.
>Which is good.
>You get a little overenthusiastic about it.
>Rose keeps expectations low.
>Which is good.
>Because the house is a husk of its former self still.
>Dropping into step next to Snapdragon, you lean in.
"I hope the girls aren't fighting because of me."
>He lets out a hearty laugh and shakes his head.
>"They just do that sometimes. Sisters, ya know? They're always going at each other, but it's harmless."
>As you get closer, you can hear quite a bit of noise.
>And as you round the bend and the house comes into view, you can see that preliminary demolition crews are starting.
>Jim's guy moves fast.
>You like that.
>Opening the gate, you let your merry band into the yard.
>Asking one of the workers, he points you to the foreman.
>A quick conversation and he goes to tell all his workers to take fifteen.
>Rose lets you walk the group through the house, explaining your vision.
>Painting a Word Picture.
>Totally redoing the kitchen.
>A huge dining room.
>Space to work from home.
>Lot's of bedrooms with room to add more.
>You carefully pick your words, playing on themes of family.
>Running up against the clock, you make your way out the back doors into the yard.
>When you admit that your only plan for the moment is to restore it, Lilac and her daughters immediately begin tittering with suggestions and ideas.
>Such and such beds here, a something or other tree there...
>You and Snapdragon stand under the shade of an oak tree and watch them go.
>"So tell me Anon, how did you meet my Roseluck?"
"Truthfully? I took a wrong turn in the forest and asked her for directions."
>He chuckles.
>"She's the best daughter I could have asked for. And I mean that. Smart, responsible... she never even made a fuss when she was a baby. The other two were little hellions when they were in diapers."
>You look over to him, but he keeps watching the mares rush to and fro in the yard.
>"I'm not worried. If she thinks you're worth it, well, I trust her judgment."
"I won't disappoint you."
>He meets your gaze and offers a small nod.
>"You mentioned you were told to build a herd?"
"Yes, I have my orders from Canterlot" you sigh.
>"You don't sound happy about it." he comments.
"What I wanted was a few months to recuperate."
>"Ha! You'll get no rest with just one mare around, let alone a group of them!"
"Don't I know it." you smile. "Between them and work I'm being run ragged."
>"Don't be so down on the idea, lemme tell you, having multiple mares has its perks."
"Mares are expensive though. That's why I'm working so much."
>"Rose seems to think it's your fault that you're working so much."
"She has floated a few ideas by me, but I feel that it's my job to be the breadwinner."
>"I can appreciate that. It's old-fashioned and stallionly and I get it." he answers. "But that isn't all you've got going on."
"That's true, I also play in a local hoofball league, and I'm very involved in this house project."
>The two of you watch as the gaggle of mares explores the boathouse.
"Hoofball season is over soon, and the house is slated to be finished by Hearthswarming."
>"So a Spring wedding?"
>You sigh and launch into a quick rendition of your pony-vs-human dating timeline spiel.
>Snapdragon listens attentively.
"But to answer your question, within the next year. I need to decide if I want to do a bunch of separate weddings or one giant wedding."
>The stallion smirks.
>"You think you're the one making that decision?"
"Well..."
>"Don't get me wrong, as the herd stallion, it technically /is/ your decision." he clarifies "But you're never going to hear the end of it if you go against your mares."
"That... makes sense."
>"Of course, you could always marry Roseluck and then add more as they come." He suggests. "I married Laurel five years after I married Lilac."
"That's right...you've got another wife and two daughters with her, right?"
>"Mhm. But those two are still school age, so they're at home with their mother."
"I don't know anything about herding." you admit. "It just wasn't a thing where I come from."
>"I don't want to influence how you run your family too much." Snap replies. "Every herd is different, different families have different traditions."
"Huh, learn something new every day. So do a lot of families have traditions about herding?"
>"You betcha. So I don't want to influence you too much -if Lilac found out I told you how to do things I'd never hear the end of it, from her AND Roseluck- but if you ever need advice, give us a call."
"Thanks, Snap."
>"But like I said, don't tell Lilac."


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Chapter 10
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>Sitting in the locker room, you can hear the quiet roar of a packed crowd outside.
>You knew every single pony who followed hoofball in Ponyville was out there.
>Somehow the tension between you and Cloudchaser had become public knowledge.
>And, of course, it had only fomented the excited talk building up to this game.
>You could not deny that it bothered you that your personal life was somehow involved in this.
>But you also cannot deny that your growing grudge against Cloudy made this game that much more important to you.
>Applejack is talking, her own apple family version of your usual pep talk.
>You regain focus just in time to follow the team out onto the field.

>Coming in at the half, you look around to see a tired and beaten team.
>The speed of their offense is running your defense into the ground.
>And running the score up on the board.
>The two interceptions you've thrown haven't helped.
>You know the team is looking to you for guidance.
>Stepping into the shower, you douse yourself with cool water, helping to clear your head.
>You're getting wrapped up in the drama, the tension.
>And that sucks.
>It isn't fair to your team.
>And it's killing the fun of the game.
>You aren't going to the end this season, and everyone knows it.
>So why the pressure?
>Because of Flitter?
>She only comes to these games because of her sister.
>Stop playing for her, or for Cloudy.
>Time to play for your girls, your friends and for fun.
>Yeah.
>Let's have some fun.

>Waltzing back into the locker room, you wait for the team to reassemble before taking a knee.
"First off, I want to apologize." you start, holding a hand up to silence objections. "I've been distracted. And I've been playing to impress, and that makes me a hypocrite. What do I always tell y'all?"
>"Have fun." Applejack answers.
"Exactly. And I'm not having fun, and I'm letting my personal headspace drag y'all down. That ends here." you explain.
>You lay out a few changes, including a new plan for the offense.
>Their pass defense was killing your team.
>Long passes were impossible.
>So you've got a new plan.
"Everybody runs now. Their defense can barely handle Applejack on the ground. So what if we ground Rainbow and swap out Dusty for Caramel. Hell, I'll even run it if I need to."
>"Ugh, like, I know you're right and everything, but running is totally lame." Rainbow sighs.
"Well here's the choice Dash: you start outflying your guards, or we start running the ball."
>"Yeah yeah, I get it."
"Let's go have some fun."

>Another quarter done.
>Your new plan is working.
>Not quickly.
>But it is gaining yards, and the light-duty high-speed pegasi defense is getting banged up trying to block your audible-run offense.
>You had held Rainbow back, promising her there was a reason.
>And with the fourth quarter about to start, you've got that reason on your mind.
>Not yet though...
>As the line forms up in front of you, a shout sends the ball flying into your hands for a quick handoff to Applejack.
>Three yards.
>Not yet, but soon.

>You've closed the gap to two touchdowns, but the clock only has two minutes left.
>Rainbow is rapidly becoming insufferable as she begins to despair.
>The defense is on the field, and that gives you time to plan.
>There's enough time.
>But just barely.
"Alright Rainbow, we need to score and fast."
>"Duh, Anon! We're gonna lose!"
"Like hell we are." you shoot back. "We're going to line up like a run play again, but Rainbow, if you see clear skies in the backfield, you take off as fast as you can. I'll hold onto the ball until you get clear."
>"We'll have to hope Mac can get us th' ball back awful fast if we're gonna score twice."
"Right. We'll try for an onside kick. They'll expect it, but we have to try."
>"It's a gamble, but it's all we can do." Rainbow sighs.
>Your plan in place, you watch the line stop the Raiders on thirds down.
>Not being even remotely within scoring distance, the Raiders line up to kick...
>And a firetruck red blur knocks the ball clean out of the air as linemen scatter like bowling pins.
>Pigskin in his mouth, Big Mac runs clear down the field, knocking a final defender over as he barrels into the end zone.
"Hey Rainbow?"
>"Yeah Anon?"
"Onside kick is out. Just catch the damn ball."
>"You got it."

>With only a minute left on the clock, your team lines back up.
>Down by a touchdown, you've got sixty seconds to tie the game.
>A big pass play from Rainbow has you only thirty yards from the goal line.
>Hiking the ball, the teams lurch into motion and you hand off to Applejack...
>Only 24 yards to go, but only 45 seconds to do it.
>Repeating the play, you're down to 20 yards and twenty eight seconds.
>Using your last timeout, you huddle up the line.
"One last big play and we've got it in the bag. Here's how it's going to work-"

>Rushing to places, you quickly call the snap as soon as the Raiders are in place, leaving them as little time as possible.
>Dropping back, you watch as Rainbow and AJ rocket up the sides.
>As they near the end zone, the Raider's line breaks through your offensive line.
>Turning across the field, you pass laterally to Dusty.
>Dropping farther back, the Raiders defense turns point towards your teammate.
>Rainbow turns and takes flight as Dusty laterals back to you.
>Reaching back, you drill a straight-line bullet to Rainbow Dash, who tumbles triumphantly onto her hooves.
>But you've got to make the extra point still, or you'll lose.
>And Applejack quickly herds the team back into line, for a quick-snap on an audible play.
>Taking a knee, you hold the ball for the kicker...
>And look up just in time to see the kick knocked out of the air.
>It whistles past your head and you scramble onto your feet after it.
>Chasing after it, Dash beats you to it.
>As two pegasus charge down at her, you jump in for the block as Dash makes a break for it.
>The impact of the two defenders knocks you off your feet, landing hard on your side and twisting your shoulder painfully.
>Looking for Dash, you spot her in the end zone.
>You'd sigh a breath of relief if that hit hadn't knocked the wind out of you.

>You savor the roar of the crowd as you lie there on the ground, air slowly returning to your lungs.
>When AJ finally pulls you back to your feet, the elation really hits you.
>With a big goofy grin on your face, you scan the crowd and wave to your girls.
>You've only got two more games left.
>But the season is effectively over for you now.
>Making your way into the locker room, you retreat to the showers.
>As the water washes over you, you consider the next game.
>Not the worst team, but nowhere near the Stormers or the Raiders.
>Then a bye week followed by your final match, against the worst team in the league.
>You'll talk to Mac first, but you're thinking that at least one team practice this week is going to get cancelled.
>It'll give the ponies a chance to rest, and free up an additional weeknight or two for you.
>And maybe this week you can abscond to Canterlot again.
>Hand deliver some of your work and meet with the ponies at the Academy.
>Take one of your mares with you.
>Aloe wanted to see some art exhibit, it's probably only there for so long.
>That sounds like a good plan.
>Turning off the water, you grab a towel.
>You can plan more later, you have ponies waiting for you now.

>Coming out of the locker room, you scan the retreating crowd.
>A small group of the team's fans throng around you bursting with congratulations and wishing you well.
>You smile and nod, and wave and smile and nod, all the while slowly wading out into the crowd.
>The game has been over for a while and most of the townsfolk are heading home.
>Turning a corner, you manage to catch a glimpse of two purple pegasi near the edge of the stands.
>Stepping into the light, and away from the few lingering ponies, something makes you pause.
>Why are you doing this?
>Flitter glances back and her gaze meets yours for just a second.
>Turning away, she quickly takes to the air, following her sister into the night.
>You can feel your brow furrow in frustration.
"Cloudchaser."
>"Nope. Guess again." a voice says, accompanied by a gentle bump to your side.
>A smile quickly wipes away the hint of a scowl that was forming at the corners of your mouth as you turn to see Roseluck at your side.
>Running a hand through her mane, you catch an ear and gently rub it between your thumb and forefinger.
>Rose hums contentedly as you continue for a moment.
>"You seem awfully quiet for how much you've been talking about this game."
"Hm? Oh, just a little distracted." you say, shaking your head.
>"Mhm. It makes a mare nervous."
>Taking a knee, you quickly pull Rose in.
"Don't you ever worry about that. I mean it." you say, wrapping her in a tight hug.
>Before you can lean back, she hops forward to plant a quick kiss on your lips.
>"Let me guess, you came looking for Flitter." Rose states quietly.
"Yup."
>"Did you find her?"
"Well-"
>"Not in time, then." Rose nods. "C'mon. The girls are looking for you and my parents are waiting. Don't you want to celebrate?"
>You scan the now empty sky one last time.
"Let's go."

>Festivities are in full swing by the time your little group arrives at the usual tavern.
>While normally you'd join Rainbow and AJ, you've got company this time.
>Four mares and Rose's parents plus you.
>Y'all aren't going to fit at the already packed usual table.
>So instead you take the big corner booth.
>You find yourself pushed into the back corner, Rose and her parents on one side and Aloe followed by Lotus then Lyra on your other.
>To your relief, Snap immediately dives into hoofball talk.
>Rose and her mother are giggling about something to your side, but you're unable to lean in close enough to hear clearly.
>Lyra jumps into talking hoofball with you and Snap, which is a surprise.
>Lotus occasionally pipes up, when she isn't having a whispered argument with Aloe over the seating arrangements.
>Aloe is glued to your left side, one hoof in your hand, the other fending off Lotus.
>Sipping your whiskey sour, you settle in to savor the chaos.

>"Th' Eagles are gonna go all th' way this year. I'm tellin' ya, Anon!" Snap says, jabbing a hoof at you.
"They have a good team, but they also have a tough schedule!"
>"Who do they play that's so tough?" Lyra asks.
"Dodge City-"
>"The Chiefs!? Their quarterback is terrible!"
"They have the best defense in the country to make up for it."
>"Alright. Ya got me there." Snap says. "But just because it's gonna be low scoring doesn't mean Filly won't win!"
"And you have to play the Giants. Their quarterback isn't anything special, but-"
>"Yeah, they've got Buckham receiving." Snap grumbles. "To tartarus with Manehattan."
"Here's to that." you say, offering a toast.
>Snap meets your glass with his, and you both down your drinks.
>You flag down the waitress and go to order another for each of you when Lilac intervenes.
>"I think that's enough, Snappy. It's getting late, and we have a train to catch in the morning."
>"Tch. S'pose you're right." he scowls. "I guess we're going then."
>As the flower family slides out, you follow.
"Heading in with your parents?"
>"Of course." Rose replies. "You live a lot closer than they do, after all."
>You take a knee and wrap her in a hug.
"Are you coming to Lyra's concert tomorrow? I have an entire box purchased."
>"I'll have to ask Lily and Daisy. I'll let you know."
"Okay then. Goodnight."
>Letting go of Rose, Lilac moves in for one of her own.
>"It's been so nice to meet you! You'll have to come out to Filly sometime to meet Laurel and the girls!"
"Absolutely." you agree. "I'll leave it to Rose to plan that with you."
>Getting to your feet, you turn to Snapdragon.
"Snap." you say, offering a hand.
>He takes it and shakes with a nod.
>The group heads for the door then, and a nudge at your waist pushes you back to the table.
>Looking down, you smile at the insistent periwinkle mare and move to take a seat.
>"Anon? I'm going to go too. I need to be well-rested for the concert." Lyra says, getting to her hooves.
>Putting a gentle hand on the pushy mare at your side, you step away from the table and take a knee again.
>Lyra comes around for her hug, and you plant a kiss on her forehead.
"Alright. Will I see you before the concert?"
>"Probably not. I'll be super busy."
"Okay. Where should we meet afterwards?"
>"I can just come up to your box! That'll be way easier than you trying to find me backstage!"
"Sounds like a plan. See you tomorrow."
>"Goodnight Anon, 'night girls!" Lyra says with a smile, before turning and disappearing into the crowd.
>With your numbers thinned, you wave Aloe and Lotus over to the main table.
>Ordering a fresh round for the group, you settle in for the night.


>The morning sun on your face breaks you from sweet, sweet sleep.
>Stretching, you find one of your arms pinned under a snoring ball of blue.
>Rolling onto your side, you pull her in close.
>And in doing so learn that your right shoulder is seriously sore.
>You should have tucked and rolled with that hit yesterday.
>Absentmindedly petting Lotus's mane, you consider what you need to accomplish for the day.
>You need to get to Rarity's to pick up your new shirt and tie.
>She'll probably scold you for not doing it yesterday, but you were busy.
>Aside from that, you'll probably soak in the tub to rest your sore shoulder and, of course, there's the concert tonight.
>A yawn alerts you to the fact that Lotus is now awake.
>"Mmm good morning, Anon." she groans, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Good morning, pretty pony."
>"So what are you doing between now and the concert?"
"I just have an errand or two to run. Nothing exciting."
>Her tail swishes as she looks into your eyes.
>"You mean to tell me that I have you all to myself? All day?"
"Only if you want to be bored." you shrug. "Your call."
>She leans forward for a kiss, and crawls forward to press deeper.
>And to step straight onto your shoulder!
"Mrph!" you grunt through the kiss, causing Lotus to pull back.
>She looks at you with concern.
"Shoulder. Please."
>Lotus takes a few steps back.
>"Are you okay?"
"I just fell a little hard on my shoulder yesterday. No big deal." you assure her, rolling out of bed.
>Lotus follows you into the bathroom, where you pop a couple of aspirin.
>She leans up against your leg, and stares up at you.
>"You know, I happen to have a skill set that could help."
>Laughing, you run your fingers through her mane.
>"Anon, I'm being serious." she frowns. "Come to the spa with me."
"I don't think Aloe would appreciate us taking up customer space."
>"I think you forget that you and Aloe are also dating." Lotus counters. "She won't mind."
"Well at least let me shower and get dressed. Then we can get breakfast and head to the spa."

>Cleaned up and on your way, the two of you stop by Sugarcube Corner to pick up some pastries.
>A croissant for Lotus, a Bear Claw for you, and a cherry danish for Aloe.
>And three cups of coffee, of course.
>Too bad you can't irish this up, that'd help your sore shoulder.
>Or at least take your mind off of it.
>Soon enough you arrive at the spa, and you follow Lotus inside.

>Aloe isn't at the desk, but you can hear Rarity's voice coming from one of the rooms.
>Leaving the coffee and pastry at the desk for her, you and Lotus move farther down the hall.
>"First a soak in the hot tub." she instructs. "Hopefully it's just a bit sore, and not something more serious."
"Cheers to that." you offer, raising your coffee before following Lotus into a side room. "A private room, just for me? You shouldn't have."
>Lotus beckons for you to lean down.
>"Two things, Anonymous. First, someone didn't bring a swimsuit-" she says, firmly tapping your sore shoulder. "-and therefore will not be decent for the public pools."
"And the second?" you ask, rubbing the spot she jabbed.
>Lotus shuts the door before replying.
>"Second, you have mares now. And we want to take care of our stallion, even if he is stupid and insists on taking care of us and wanting nothing in return."
"That is an oversimp-"
>"Anon. I should warn you now that both Lyra and Roseluck have started dropping in." she interrupts you. "Sometimes for the spa, sometimes just to talk."
>Well then.
>It's perfectly reasonable, and on one hand you're happy that the four of them are getting along.
>Life will be easier if your mares are all friends, after all.
>But the way Lotus talks about it...
>You like smart mares, but your spidey-senses are warning you that you're being outmaneuvered here.
>Not sure how.
>Just that you are.
>"Anon? Are you going into the tub with your clothes on?"
"Oh! Right, sorry."
>Stripping down, you sit on the edge and dangle your feet in the hot water, adjusting to the heat.
>"Anon, just so you know, you've got a fairly large bruise on the back side of your shoulder."
"No surprises there, at least it wasn't my throwing arm."
>Sliding into the tub proper, Lotus turns on the jets before climbing in across from you.
>Turning, you recline and let your shoulder submerge in the warm waters.
>Sitting in silence for a while, you take stock of life.
>And honestly, life is pretty good.
>Stressful at times, but good.
>"What are you thinking about?" Lotus asks.
"Hmm?"
>"You look lost in thought." she explains, sliding next to you. "What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, everything and nothing."
>"That's not very helpful." she frowns.
"But it's accurate." you reply. "I was just contemplating the big picture, you know?"
>"Tell me about this picture. Where am I?"
"Aha, the real motive comes out." you say with a grin. "Alright, just stop me when I start to ramble."
>You pause to break out your finest words.
>A base of carefully selected nouns, forming the base shapes of the picture.
>Nouns like Home, Family, and Wife.
>A vibrant splash of adjectives for color.
>You're careful to only use 'large' to describe the Home and the Family.
>Really the overall theme you're pursuing is 'comfort'.
>You want your mares and children to never want for anything.
>That seems about right.
>It'll be a lot of work, but you can make it happen.
>You find yourself nodding along as you speak, reasserting your convictions, when Lotus puts a hoof on your (still sore) shoulder.
>"Anon. You're rambling." she interrupts. "It's kind of cute, and kind of neurotic."
"Hmm, I'll have to work on my technique."
>"Rose is right though. You'll make an excellent husband." she muses "If you don't work yourself into a heart attack."
"Don't worry about it. I've been assured that having seven mares won't be stressful at all."
>"It's not us that you need to worry about." she quips.
"Oh really? Because I think that sometimes the four I'm dating right now are already too devious for my own good." you reply, leaning back.
>"We are very devious." she agrees. "But just devious enough for your own good."
"What does that even mean?"
>"It means it's time to move to the massage table." she answers, throwing a towel at your head.

>Laying facedown, Lotus begins slowly feeling her way around your shoulder.
>You have to give her credit, it can't be easy working on a body that is literally alien to this world.
>After a little prodding and poking, she settles into a pattern of massage and stretching.
>It doesn't feel great, or like it's helping at all, but it does seem like the right thing to do.
>It's almost like she knows what she's doing.
"So tell me, oh devious one, what visions do /you/ have for the future?"
>"...me?"
"Yeah, you." you smirk, turning your head to look at her. "I want to kno-ow ow ow!"
>"Sorry!" Lotus yelps, releasing your overextended arm.
>You lie down, arm hanging by your side, your shoulder throbbing.
>"I was so busy thinking about what you asked, I lost focus! I'm sorry!"
"Ha, yeah, no biggie." you assure her. "But let's lay off the shoulder for a moment. Maybe just answer my question instead."
>"Oh, okay." she says.
>A few moments of silence follow, and just as you're about to speak up, you feel Lotus climb onto your back.
>"Would it be horrible if I said I don't know?"
"Hmmm, of course not." you answer slowly "But it sure doesn't sound the crafty little Lotus that I know."
>"I just-I don't know. Sometimes I just want me and my special somepony, with a little house away from everypony else. But I could never leave Aloe, so I don't know, Anon."
"That told me a lot, even if it didn't seem like it."
>"It did?"
"It did."
>"You're not going to tell me what you're thinking?"
"Nope."
>She huffs, and the two of you lay in silence for a while.
>The quiet is nice, and after a few seconds together like that your breathing starts to sync.
>You feel a pony nuzzle the side of your head.
>The softness of these ponies defies logic.
>"Anon?"
"Yes, Lotus?"
>"You mentioned taking me someplace once..."
"I remember that. I think we ruled out Canterlot, put Vanhoover in the 'maybe' pile."
>"I've never been swimming in the ocean."
>You sigh dramatically.
"I suppose I can do that."
>She says nothing, but you can still hear a barely supressed *squee*.

>Half an hour later, your therapy session has made no marked improvement.
>In fact, you actually feel worse.
>Aloe is actually quietly scolding Lotus in the hallway.
>You mostly can't hear the details, but sometimes she raises her voice enough to make out a few words.
>It's difficult to imagine Aloe angry.
>She's always so quiet and cheerful.
>Deciding that it would be best to intervene, you begin to dress yourself.
>You're pulling your shoes on when Aloe pushes the door open, Lotus close behind her.
>If it weren't for the look on Lotus' face, you'd never know that Aloe had been anything less than her usual self a moment ago.
>Lotus is clearly upset, but stays silent as Aloe approaches you.
>With both shoes on, you start to rise from your chair, but Aloe holds up a hoof to stop you.
>Placing her hooves on your legs, she propels herself up onto your lap.
>Aloe offers a small smile and leans in close.
>"Anon, you know that I love you, right?"
"Of course."
>"Good. And I'm glad you trust Lotus to take care of you. I hope you trust me too."
"Naturally." you chuckle, rubbing the pink pony's back.
>Aloe nods, then looks briefly over her shoulder at the sulking Lotus.
>"Anonymous, I just want to let you know, that both of you are dumb."

>En-route to the hospital, you get to hear more about how dumb you are.
>How Lotus should have picked up on the fact that you're more than 'just sore' from the game.
>How you should have known to ask the medic about your shoulder /at/ the game.
>How Lotus should have told Aloe what was going on instead of trying to keep you to herself.
>How you should not have played along with her schemes.
>How the breakfast, while delicious, was a dead giveaway that something was awry.
>On and on she goes.
>As she leads the way, you fall in beside Lotus.
>Initially, she attempted to rebut Aloe's accusations.
>But now she just dejectedly accepts them.
>Subtle petting has done nothing to cheer her up.
>More drastic measures are clearly needed.
>With a swift motion, you scoop Lotus up with your good arm, leaning her against your shoulder.
>She settles in, and slowly she stops sniffling.
>"Thank you." she whispers, and you can't help but smile a bit.

>It takes a while, but just as your arm is beginning to wear out you spy Ponyville General.
>"Anon? Girls?" a familiar voice calls out from behind you.
>Moving in your direction is none other than Roseluck.
>Of course, Aloe also turned around, and is now accosting your shins for carrying Lotus.
>Aloe's firm but gentle beating moves up your legs as she rears up, now trying to swat her sister (who has wisely pulled her tail up and out of reach).
>Rose stops a few feet away and just watches you with an amused expression.
"A little help?"
>She just shrugs and smiles.
>You level your gaze at her, with your best 'are you kidding me?' look.
>Her smile grows a little wider.
>These ponies.
>Ridiculous.
"Okay you two, that's enough."
>"But Anon-"
"Nope." you say, pressing a finger to Aloe's lips as you crouch down.
>You release Lotus, who reluctantly returns to her hooves, and lean in to keep Aloe quiet with a kiss.
>A long, soft kiss.
>With a hand caressing her face.
>It's easy and natural to linger a moment on her lips.
>When you straighten up, all three mares have a fierce blush on their faces, though Aloe's is certainly more pronounced.
>You throw a smirk and a wink in Roseluck's direction, then turn to resume your trek to the hospital.
"Y'all coming or not?"

>After some inane small talk in the waiting room, a nurse leads you into the back.
>"Mister Anonymous, I'm Nurse Redheart and I'll be taking care of you today."
>You nod, and she goes about the usual rigmarole -height, weight, diet, exercise, etc...
>It reminds you that, if you're going to really stay in Ponyville, you should write to your Canterlot doctor and have your files sent down here.
>"Okay Mister Anonymous, with that out of the way why don't you tell me why you came in today?"
"Simple enough." you reply "Like I said before, I play hoofball, and in the last game I took a hard fall on my left shoulder. Normally I wouldn't worry about it all that much, but it's sore to the point that I can't really use that arm now."
>"Oh, I knew I had heard about you somewhere! You're friends with Rainbow Dash, aren't you?"
"Guilty as charged." you smile "What's Speedysnooze told you about me?"
>"Mostly talking about hoofball. She was really disappointed that you weren't going to be able to play this season, but it seems something changed?"
"Yeah, I'm in Ponyville for the long-term, it seems."
>"Well welcome back. Now, let's look at that shoulder-"

>An hour later, Nurse Redheart has put your arm in a sling with the weight supported by your good shoulder.
>It was a bit awkward for a while, as she had you take your shirt off and felt you up.
>She assured you that it was only to try and understand your alien physiology, of course.
>You can only imagine the reactions the others would have had if they had been there.
>Rose wouldn't have offered more than a raised eyebrow, but Aloe and Lotus would probably have said something.
>Assuming Aloe didn't throw her sister under the bus in front of Nurse Redheart.
>Those two have already been a handful, and it's only noon.

>Several hours later, the day has not gotten any better.
>The twins are still at odds.
>Roseluck went back to work for a bit.
>Rarity was less than amicable about how late you were in picking up your shirt and tie.
>Overall a less than stellar afternoon.
>But now Aloe and Lotus are at home, getting ready before you all went to the auditorium.
>Leaving you alone to get dressed.
>And enjoy a Churchill martini.
"Pouring a cold glass of gin while looking at a bottle of Vermouth" you say to yourself as you adjust your tie.
>Taking the glass in hand you collapse into your favorite chair and raise the glass to your lips.
>Drinking deeply, the cold liquor feels as if it is washing the stress out of you.
>Staring out the french doors leading to the balcony, you can see a few pegasi crisscrossing the skies over Ponyville.
>It is a nice change of pace, to be able to simply let your mind unfocus, and you savor the quiet emptiness of your precious alone time.
>But inevitably it must come to an end.
>Which it does with the particular patter of hooves on your door that means the purple pony princess is looking for you.
"Come in, it's unlocked." you call, unwilling to leave your chair.
>You hear the door open and the soft clopping of hooves on carpet as (the pony you assume to be) Twilight trots over to the couch.
>Your suspicions are confirmed as your friend carefully lowers herself onto the cushions across from you.
>She's wearing a Rarity original after all.
>And it would be a mistake to ruffle it right before the concert.
>Especially since she's going with Rarity herself.
>At first glance you could mistake it for her most recent gala dress, but quickly realize that it is far less ornate and likely much more comfortable.
>Practical fashion, really.
>"You look lost in thought."
"I'm trying very hard not to be."
>"So...you're trying to focus on something?"
"No, I'm trying to avoid thought."
>"That doesn't really make sense."
"You've never just needed to just let your mind shut down?"
>"Well of course I do. It's called sleeping."
>Nodding in agreement, you take a long draught of the now diluted gin.
"More sleep probably wouldn't hurt me."
>"I know you said you only need six hours, but didn't you tell me that most humans need eight?"
"Alright mom, jeeze."
>"Hey, I'm just trying to make sure you're okay."
"I know, I know." you say, waving it off. "I just get enough of that from Roseluck."
>"I should really invite her over sometime."
"Or not. I don't need that kind of collusion in my life."
>Twilight giggles.
>"Oh Anon, you're cute when you're paranoid. Nopony can create more work for you than you do, even if we work together."
"I resent that. I take work to pay the bills. It isn't cheap being the only human in Equestria!"
>"You resemble it, more like."
"Alright, alright." you concede, waving your empty glass to shush her. "I already got this lecture with Rose's family."
>Twilight hums in approval.
"So how about you, Oh Great Princess of Friendship? I bet all the stallions in Canterlot are a-flutter over you. Any prospects?"
>"Anon!"
"I mean, c'mon. You're telling me that the mare who tracks down friendship problems all over the country can't track down a nice colt for herself?"
>"It isn't that simple..." she grumbles.
"Isn't it?"
>"No! I mean, it's just- there's a lot of rules about being a princess!"
>You straighten up in your chair.
"What do you mean?" you ask, cocking your head.
>"I mean a princess can't just marry anypony! You think building a herd is complicated, trying arranging a royal marriage! Ugh!"
"I told you that you should have found a guy way back when we first became friends." you smirk. "Of course, that was simply because I thought you needed some romance in your life."
>Twilight simply glowers at you.
"So how does this work? Do you just run ideas past Celly and Luna, or is there a flowchart or something?"
>"I mostly ask Princess Celestia...I don't understand all the rules well enough to make a flowchart."
"Well Twilight, I think maybe that's something that would help. It would certainly speed up the process."
>"It isn't even that. I haven't met anypony worth running through a flowchart."
"Really?"
>"Well, one, but I already have a hunch that he won't be approved."
"Have you asked?"
>"N-no..."
"Do it." you reply flatly. "You'll never know for sure until you do."
>She seems unconvinced.
>You'll have to talk to Rares about it.
>Twilight will keep avoiding it if no one pushes her along.
>And you have too much to do these days to be that person.

>Eventually the two of you depart the castle together.
>You had agreed to drop the coltfriend questions if she would drop the herd questions.
>Instead you discussed the seasonal flood/drought cycle in Appleoosa.
>Spitballing ideas to better stabilize the river, and talking about the last time Twilight and the girls were down that way.
>It was nice, even if it was tangentially work related.
>That project was years away if it even happens.
>As you near the spa, Twilight mentions Fluttershy's party next weekend.
"That reminds me." you inteject "I need to find some time to talk to Cadence. Mano a mano."
>"What?"
"It's a human expression. I need to speak to her by myself."
>"Oh, well they're getting in on Thursday, and the party isn't until Saturday, so you should be able to find some time if you let them know."
"Perfect. I was afraid they were only going to get in the day of."
>"Anon, did you really think my brother would come to Ponyville and not stay to visit?"
"You've done that to him like, a dozen times."
>"Hey! Not my fault!"
>You lift a brow and cast a sidelong glance at her.
>"Okay, mostly not my fault."
>...
>"Alright! Maybe a few times it was my fault, now stop that!"
"I didn't say anything."
>"Arrgh."
>"Princess Twilight?" Aloe asks from the door "Will you be joining us tonight?"
>"Oh! Hello Aloe, Lotus. No, I have my own booth with Rarity and Fluttershy." Twilight explains.
>Unlike Twilight, the twins haven't bothered with dresses opting instead for simple white shawls with matching while lilies tucked behind an ear.
>You wonder if they always plan to match, or if it's just force of habit for them at this point.
"She's walking with us to the Auditorium since, you know, we both live at the castle."
>Locking their door behind them, the twins join you and Twilight and the party ventures forth.
>Aloe and Lotus take up positions to either side of you.
>It's ideal for surreptitious ear scratches.
>And also means that they don't have to see each other.
>Glad to see that still hasn't resolved itself.
>Sighing, you follow Twilight as she leads the way to the venue.

>The Ponyville Auditorium is a surprisingly well appointed hall.
>You hadn't really noticed the last time you were here, simply because the entire time you were here your focus was split between sneaking a note to Lyra and humming the Mission: Impossible Theme.
>A plaque on the wall tells you that it's one of the town's most historic buildings.
>Which makes sense, this place was probably the most exciting thing in town back then.
>"Anon?"
>A sharp jab in the side turns your attention from the building to the ponies around you.
"Ow! God, what was that for!?"
>The offender is a perfect primped marshmallow you happen to know.
>"Eyes off the building, mind off work, Anonymous."
"I can't help it if I happen to like old buildings."
>"You can always come back later." she replies. "Now go take your girls to their seats like a gentlecolt."
"I can't yet-oh, nevermind. Roseluck just walked in."
>"Mhm! Now off you go!"
"Remind me that I need to talk to you about something later. We'll get lunch or something."
>"I shan't forget!" she says as she walks off to join Twilight at Fluttershy.
>You, in turn, go to meet Rose.
>She's wearing a simple green dress.
>You don't know if green is her favorite color or what, but you do know that she knows how to wear it.
>With a few quick strides you're beside her.
>Taking a knee, you plant a chaste kiss on her muzzle before wrapping her in a hug.
>"Miss me much?"
"Oh it has been horrible." you sigh dramatically.
>Rose rolls her eyes as you let her go, taking the time to bump you as she moves further into the lobby.
>"Come on, we need to get to our seats."

>Following Rose, you wave the twins over and hand your tickets to the colt at the doors.
>He directs you to a staircase, and you herd the group along.
>Upstairs you easily find your booth (the place only has four of them) and quickly drop into a seat.
>Two rows of five seats.
>You take left of center, front row.
>Instantly Lotus is on your left and Aloe on your right.
>Looking to Rose for help, she just shakes her head at the sight.
>So much for your last best hope.
>Ah well, just roll with it.
>Your hands are pulled into hooves as the lights dim and the curtain rises.
>The conductor walks onstage and give a short speech.
>He introduces Octavia -their featured soloist- and gives a short biography of her work, then talks the audience through the set list for the evening.
>Aloe and Lotus are each trying to pull you closer to them, though Lotus is at least taking care to be gentle with your bad arm.
>Eventually you pull both arms away from them and stretch them across the backs of the seats.
>The conductor concludes his speech, turns to the orchestra, and with a flick of his baton the concert begins.


>As the concert rolls along, the two sisters begin their silent squabbling again.
>They've both put a hoof on one of your knees, and occasionally one will try to shoo the other away.
>Frankly, it's childish and irritating.
>Inhaling deeply, you slowly release it.
>It's fine, this is why you have a private booth.
>Okay, it isn't fine, these two are really getting out of hand, but no one else has to see it at least.
>The batting of hooves across your lap continues to pick up tempo as you pointedly fold your hands and lean forward.
>Instantly the twins push up against you.
>With a grunt, you reflexively pull your bad shoulder away from Lotus, who gently rubs it before settling back in.
>This is...actually kind of cozy.
>If nothing else, it is an improvement over the little spat they've been having.
>Looking over, across Aloe, you see Rose frown just slightly.
>You shrug at her, and she shakes her head.
>You return your focus to the music.
>Damn, you missed an entire piece!
>A short piece, but still.
>This next one was "Jupiter" from Colt's "Planetary Suite".
>One of your favorites.

>Applauding loudly, you lean back in your chair as the conductor announces a fifteen minute intermission.
>Stretching, you rise and excuse yourself to use the restroom.
>Three mares is proving too much for you.
>Three!
>And you're supposed to have seven?
>You can't help but feel that maybe, for once, you'll get Candyass to relent.
>Quickly brushing that bit of optimism away, you sigh.
>Next weekend was that shindig at 'Shy's.
>You need to walk into that party prepared.
>A list of questions, and instructions for the Elements to find a way for you to meet with the Pink Menace one on one.
>You need to ask questions.
>Questions like: What the hell were you thinking?
>And: Have you lost your goddamn mind?
>But, until then, you need to deal with some out of line fillies back at your booth.
>Finishing your business, you make a quick stop at the bar for a glass of whiskey on the rocks before you head back upstairs.
>Plastic glass in hand you make your way back toward the booth, pausing at the top step as you catch a whispered argument taking place.
>You tilt your head to listen as you sip quietly on your bourbon.
>"...can't you see you're upsetting Anon?"
>That's Aloe, probably.
>"Me!? You're the one who...."
>Yeah, because that was definitely Lotus.
>"...start this, but I won't...." Aloe mumbles.
>"...both of you are behaving..."
>Ah, Rose is there. Good.
>"...just because you were first..."
>"...not the alpha yet!" Lotus spits.
>Before anything gets too heated, you down the rest of your drink and take the final steps out into the open, tossing the cup neatly into a bin as you pass.
>The three of them immediately fall silent as they watch your approach.
>Taking off your coat as you step back into the theatre area, you drop into a corner seat and pointedly toss the suit coat onto the seat next to you.
>After a moment, you hear more hushed bickering.
>Finally Roseluck enters, sliding into the second row, finding the seat directly behind you.
>Eventually the end of the intermission quells the quiet quarrel and two rather miffed mares return to the booth, quite pointedly not looking at each other.
>Your eyes roll at the idea that you are the cause of this and will likely have to be the solution to it as well.
>It occurs to you that in your irritation you failed to actually address the issues, but as the curtain rises you remind yourself that you aren't here for them.
>You're here for Lyra.
>Leaning forward, you intertwine your fingers and focus your attention on the stage.
>With a flick of the baton the orchestra comes to attention.
>And with a wave he launches them into a collection of folk songs featuring Octavia on a wide variety of string instruments.
>Closing your eyes helps you to really appreciate the quiet complexity of the orchestra supporting a seemingly simple solo melody.
>The music conjures images of the countryside, and ode to a way of life oft overlooked as ponies increasingly move to the cities and newly formed suburbs.
>It is as if the composer spent a summer writing this collection while renting a room from the Apple Family.
>But, unmerited nostalgia for rural life aside, you pay particular attention to this song because it really brings the lyre to life.
>More than once Lyra is among only a handful of ponies playing.
>You had always assumed that the Lyre was a plucked instrument -a one note at a time sort of affair- but this piece has Lyra strumming away as if it was a guitar.
>A learning experience.
>It's a surprisingly up-tempo piece, and sadly it races along to its conclusion all too quickly.
>For the next several pieces, Octavia leaves the stage and Lyra returns to being merely one part of a large ensemble.
>You find yourself surreptitiously checking on the others.
>It's impossible to tell how Rose is doing since she is directly behind you.
>But the other two are off to the side, and you can see them both easily enough.
>Aloe is focused intently on the orchestra, the corners of her mouth pulled into a subtle frown and her ears twitch irritably every few seconds.
>Lotus is less focused on the music and more on the ground.
>The orchestra winds down its second to last song, and you quietly stand up.
>Putting your jacket back on, you take its place with your arms stretched out across the backs of the two seats to either side of you.
>Having gained the attention of both Aloe and Lotus, you wave them over, and they eventually move to join you.
>Octavia returns to the stage for the closing song, an arrangement of Nessun Dorma.
>You drape first one arm, and then another, across the backs of your companions.
>It doesn't take much effort to pull them against you.
>Lotus is sniffling again, but then again, this song makes you a little teary-eyed too.
>You close your eyes and tilt your head back to focus on the serenading strings of Octavia's cello far below onstage.
>It isn't a very long song, and soon it comes to a close.
>The curtain drops momentarily as you reclaim your arms to join in the applause.
>When the curtain rises again, the conductor dismisses the orchestra section by section, allowing for them to take their bows.
>As Lyra rises, so do you.
>And when she leaves stage you drop back into your seat.

>The crowds below are dispersing
>The lights are back up
>The curtain is closed
>But you are still in your seat
>Aside from the two apologetic mares in your arms, there's Roseluck behind you still that you'd like to talk to.
>And, of course, you told Lyra to meet you here after the concert.
>Aloe has already offered a whispered apology.
>Lotus isn't quite that composed yet.
"Aloe, can you give me a moment with Lotus?"
>"Oh. Yes, I'll just-"
"Just scoot over a seat or two. You don't have to leave."
>As Aloe moves, you turn to Lotus.
"Lotus."
>Nothing.
"Lotus, look at me."
>Nothing.
>Setting your hand beneath her chin, you lift her gaze to meet yours.
"Lotus. I'm over it, okay?"
>She nods.
"You want to prove that you're sorry?"
>Another nod.
"Go make up with Aloe."
>Lotus hangs her head, but she does get to her hooves...slowly.
"Oh, and Lotus?"
>She looks over at you.
"It's her fault too. And she knows it." you assure her.
>Planting a kiss on her forehead you send her to go talk to her sister.
>Heaving a small sigh of relief, you maneuver around the seats to join Rose a row back.
"Hey princess."
>"And here I thought you forgot about me."
"Never. I just know you can handle not having me hold your hoof at all times."
>"I still like it once in a while."
"And that's why I'm here now."
>"I suppose I can forgive you."
"Love you too."

>Wrapping an arm around Roseluck, the two of you watch the twins have a hushed conversation.
>Both of them are clearly upset.
>Hopefully with themselves as well as each other.
>You have great faith in their bond as sisters.
>They'll make up, they have to.
>Right?
"You've never held a grudge against your sisters...have you?"
>"Maybe for a few days at most."
"Unfortunate."
>"This is a little thing." Rose assures you, letting out a tiny yawn. "They'll be fine."
>You hope so.
>The last thing you need is for those two to go after each other because of you.

>Eventually the two sisters share a hug and make their way over to you and Rose.
>Assessing the seating arrangements, you quickly scoop up Rose with your good arm and set her in your lap.
>"Anon!" she whines "We're in public!"
"No one is here to see." you shush her, pulling her against you.
>The twins quickly hop into the seats to either side.
>Hooves hold your arms to the seat, they stand to either side of you.
>Lotus speaks first.
>"I'm sorry, Anon. I wasn't thinking and I could have really hurt you! We all know how much you enjoy hoofball, and I would have felt terrible if i ruined that for you..."
"But you didn't, so-"
>"But she could have." Aloe interjects. "And she's sorry. And I'm sorry too."
>The pink mare affectionately nuzzles the side of your head.
>"I was so worried about you that I started a fight with Lotus, and then that fight distracted you through the whole concert."
>"Not all of it." Rose offers.
>"Still, we were rude to Anon." Aloe insists.
>"And we're sorry." Lotus agrees.
>Closing your eyes, you bury your face in Rose's mane for a moment.
>Carefully you think about what to say.
>You nod to yourself, as you lift your head.
"Alright you two. You're forgiven this time." you reply, earning a smile from them. "But! But tomorrow I expect you both to apologize to Lyra. I came here for her, and instead I spent quite a bit of time dealing with the two of you."
>"O-oh. We hadn't really considered that..." Lotus mumbles.
>"Yes...tomorrow we will find her and apologize."
>Carefully letting go of Rose, you gingerly wrap your arms around the twins and give them a light squeeze.
"You girls drive me nuts sometimes, you know that?"
>Leaning your head back you release a sigh.
"But I love you anyways."

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Chapter 11
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>"Anon!" a happy voice chirps from behind you.
>Looking over your shoulder, you see Lyra trotting around the seats.
>"Where are the girls?"
"They went home, Lyra. It's Sunday night and some ponies have work tomorrow."
>"Aww, I was looking forward to introducing them to Tavi!"
"You four do seem awfully close." you say, standing up and ruffling her mane.
>She coos happily as you scratch behind an ear.
>"That's- that's because- oh man, right there!"
"Great concert by the way. I have to admit, I was pleasantly surprised to see you featured so prominently in those folk songs."
>"Thanks, Anon! It isn't often ponies can really hear me through the orchestra, I just got lucky with that song!"
"I'm sure the conductor wouldn't have chosen it if he didn't think you were up to the task."
>"Shushushush." she says, flailing her hooves at you.
>Smiling, you kneel down and wrap the flustered mare in a one-armed hug.

>Straightening up, you offer a final ear scritch and look down at Lyra.
"Come on, let's get going."
>You walk out into the hall before motioning for Lyra to lead the way.
>Following close behind her, a thought comes to you.
"Do you go to the spa a lot, Lyra?"
>"Sometimes, but I can't really afford that kind of thing." she shrugs. "Spent it all on the house."
"Because somepony told me that the four of you are spending a lot of time together."
>"Ohhh, I thought you meant for a spa day or something. Yeah, we hang out together a lot now! Aloe and Lotus are a lot of fun to be around, and Rose just seems to know so much about everypony!"
"You know, you're pretty fun to be around too, Lyra."
>"Thanks, Anon." she says, rubbing up against your leg. "C'mon, this way."

>Eventually Lyra leads you across the stage to a collection of dressing rooms and rehearsal spaces.
>Pushing on the door to one of them, she calls out.
>"Tavi? It's Lyra. Can we come in?"
>"Oh! Lyra, yes, of course."
>As the two of you enter, Octavia looks up from her instrument case.
>She neatly tucks her sheet music into a side pocket.
>Closing the case, she walks up to Lyra and embraces her.
>"It has been too long." she sighs.
>"I know, I know." Lyra agrees. "But you're always on tour, and I just can't afford to travel that much."
>"You're such a gifted musician Lyra. Something will open up in time."
>Lyra shifts a little uncomfortably at the praise.
>"Thanks...oh, this is Anon!" she quickly redirects. "We're dating!"
"A pleasure to meet you." you say, offering a hand.
>She gives it a firm, single shake accompanied by a curt nod.
>"A pleasure to meet you." she says before hopping onto a nearby stool. "Please, make yourselves comfortable."
>There's a low couch against the wall, and Lyra hops over to it.
>Sizing it up, you decide it will be easier to lean against the wall.
>"So Anon, are you a musician as well then?"
"Nope. Quit band as a kid, wasn't very good at it." you chuckle. "I'm better at listening to music than playing it."
>"Anon is an architect." Lyra offers helpfully.
>"Oh, I see. How did you two meet then?"
"We met at a party thrown by a mutual friend."
>"I already knew who he was, the newspaper had run a few stories about him."
>"Really? I can't say that I recognize him."
"Lyra is making me seem like a bigger deal than I am." you say, throwing Lyra a wink. "Most of my work was done in Canterlot, if you're from Filly then you probably get different headlines."
>"Hmmm, yes, that makes sense." she nods
>"Anoooon aren't you going to sit?"
"There is no way I'm ever going to get out of that couch."
>"Pleeease?"
>"He is correct, Lyra. There is no graceful way for him to join you."
>"Don't take his side!"
>"I am just stating the facts-"
>You unceremoniously drop onto the cushions beside Lyra.
"You" you state flatly "are lucky I happen to like you."
>Lyra beams in response.
>"Be careful, Anon. She'll drag you into all kinds of trouble if you let her."
>"What? Why would you accuse me of such a thing!"
"Do I feel a story coming on?" you ask, leaning forward eagerly.
>"Well, there was the time you got us lost in Manehattan and we missed our train home-"
>"That wasn't entirely my fault! Normal places don't have both Blue and /Light Blue/ train routes!"
>Octavia just looks from Lyra to you with a deadpan expression.
>"We didn't get back to the city until an hour after the last train to Canterlot left."
>"But hey, Vinyl took us to that really neat club since we were in the city for another night!"
>"Ugh. We are /not/ discussing all of the hijinks you and Vinyl got us into together."
>"Awww, well I had fun..."
>"Some ponies just like the quieter things in life."
>"But it's important to roll with the changes, Tavi. You've got to learn to be flexible, like me!"
>You lift an eyebrow as you look over at your beaming companion.
>Before you can form your doubtless witty remark, Octavia pushes on.
>"I just wish there were a few less close calls."
"Close calls?"
>"I had a date the next afternoon. I only barely managed to be make it on-time, and I'm afraid I was a little disheveled-"
>"How is Minnie these days anyways?" Lyra asks, looking around as if the mare was hiding in a corner.
>"I wouldn't know." Octavia sniffs. "We broke up a few months ago."
>"Aw, Tavi. I'm sorry."
>"It's fine. I'm the one who broke it off. I think- I think you and Vinyl were right about her."
>"Still, you really cared about her."
>"We'll have to catch up later this week. I'd... rather not talk about this in front of Anon."
>"Oh. Right."
"I can leave, if you-"
>"Nonono, we'll talk later this week!" Lyra objects. "We can go to Hazel's place!"
>"Oh, so this is where she decided to move to? I knew she left Canterlot."
"I remember Hazel. She seems pretty cool."
>"Her dedication to her craft is amazing."
>"Octavia and Hazel both get super focused sometimes."
"You say it like it's a bad thing."
>"Focus is important!" Octavia huffs.
>"Music is more than notes on paper Tavi. You can't expect to express on paper what you haven't felt in your heart!"
>"Wha-Lyra! We are not having this argument again."
"So what do you do for fun in Filly?" you intervene.
>"Oh, well I, um." Octavia stumbles.
>Lyra giggles into her hoof.
>"I spend a lot of time practicing, but I do sometimes go out with a small group of friends from the orchestra. I enjoy listening to music in the park. And I visit mother and father every month."
>"Tavi is a homebody." Lyra whispers in your ear, the grey mare narrowing her eyes.
>"I can hear you, Lyra." she growls.
>"Eheheheh, it's not like it's a big secret Octavia."
>"That doesn't mean I want to be introduced that way!"
"Well you should come by Ponyville more often." you suggest. "I'm sure Lyra and Bonbon would be happy to host you."
>"Ah, how is Bonbon?" Octavia asks, quickly redirecting the conversation.
"Charming as ever."
>That earns you a light slug on the shoulder.
>"You know Bonnie. She's just been kind of serious since it happened."
>Octavia nods knowingly.
>"I take it Anon has met her then?"
>"A few times. Not a lot."
"We really should do something about that."
>"Wellll how about the three of us go somewhere sometime?"
>Et tu, Lyra?
>You're about just ask what trip she wants to go on, when she starts rattling off ideas.
>Nice, affordable, local ideas.
>She just meant to do something together.
>Damn, you're getting paranoid Anon.
>But seriously, these mares are bleeding you dry.
"-or we could go to Running of the Leaves together." she continues "Oh! And Million Bit Quartet is coming to the auditorium next month, and when the snow arrives we could-"
>You smile at no one as she rolls through an unending list of things to do.
>This mare really deserves more of your time.
>Soon.
>Soon you'll have more time.
>Or at least free weekends again.
>With a quick tousle of her mane, you seize a perky little pony ear and rub gently.
>"A-Anooon! Not in front of Tavi!"
>Looking over at the surprised Cellist, you offer a wink and a grin.
"Hey, you know I'll make time for you. I think the real trick will be getting Bonbon to agree to go."
>"Anon has a point." Octavia interjects "Bonbon wasn't very social before, I can only imagine how she is now."
>"Did-stop that!- did you two practice this conversation earlier or something?" Lyra asks, batting your hand away from her ears.
"Nope. But you know what they say, Great Minds think alike!"
>Octavia scoffs.
"Oh, you don't agree? I am hurt, Octavia."
>Lyra snickers into a hoof and the grey mare rolls her eyes.
>"Stating the obvious does not make somepony a 'great mind', Anon."
>Feigning ignorance you point to your companion.
"But Lyra overlooked that detail, and she's Bonbon's best friend!"
>"Lyra approaches /everything/ with unwarranted enthusiasm."
>"Well maybe you should come with to help us, then!" Lyra shoots back.
>"I have to get back to Fillydelphia-"
>"We both know that you aren't busy. Your cello and music are already here with you in Ponyville, and I have a spare bedroom at home you can use!"
"Ponyville is a very quiet place compared the city." you offer.
>"I-I suppose I don't have any performances coming up-"
>"Awesome! Now we just need to get Vinyl-"
>"Celestia no!"
>"Aw, but we're getting the band back together!"
>"I just want to relax, Lyra."
"I know the feeling." you commiserate "Lyra, let's give her a week to settle in first."
>Lyra looks between you two before deflating a little.
>"Okaaaay."
>"So Octavia, got any more good stories about your groups adventures?"



>As the door closes behind Anon, you look over at your old friend.
>It's late, but you don't have work tomorrow.
>Neither does Octavia, though she is going to Canterlot for a few days this week.
>She hops off of her stool and takes Anon's place next to you.
>"He seems nice."
"He's the best."
>"I didn't know you had a coltfriend."
"We've only officially been together for a little while now."
>"How does Bonnie feel about him?"
"Well..."
>"Is it because of Anon, or-"
"It isn't Anon. At least, I don't think it's Anon." you reply carefully. "I'm trying to get her to agree to go on a date with him!"
>"Forming a Herd isn't something to take lightly, even if it's with Bonbon, Lyra."
"Oh! Right! It never came up, but Anon was explicitly told to build a herd. I'm trying to get Bonnie to take one of the spots."
>"A stallion -or whatever- of station?"
"Eh, kind of? I don't really know how any of that works, Octavia."
>She smiles gently.
>"Bonnie always did handle that sort of thing, didn't she?"
"I just...I'm always worried that I'll screw up!"
>"You seem to be doing just fine with Anon."
"I hope so... I like the other girls so far too!"
>"How many are there?"
"Four of us right now. Me and Roseluck and then Aloe and Lotus!"
>"That doesn't leave any room for Bonbon, are you trying to push one of the others out?" she asks, frowning slightly.
"N-no! I couldn't do that!"
>"It wouldn't be worth it to help your best friend?"
"But I won't have to!" you quickly explain. "Anon- he was told by the princess that he needs seven mares, so there's plenty of room!"
>"Seven!?"
"Yeah! Yeah, so you know, I won't have to push anyone out..."
>Your expression must be giving you away, because Tavi leans in close.
>"Lyra? Is something wrong?"
"What if...what if I get pushed out?"



>A familiar bell rings as you enter the spa.
>Nopony is at the desk, so you check the sign-in sheet.
>Hmm, both are in with customers...
>Looking surreptitiously around, you see nopony around.
>So you walk around the desk.
>The little book of reservations is lying open on the counter.
>Checking your watch, you run a finger down the column to 1:15.
>Hmm...
>It seems that there are back to back doubles.
>Cheerilee and Bonbon are in with them currently.
>Daisy and Lily should be arriving in fifteen minutes...
>But if you recall correctly, the first half of the treatment only needs one pony.
>They're just chaperoning the sauna and tubs.
>Assuming your experience was typical, of course.
>Which it probably wasn't.
>Eh, you only need to catch Aloe for a minute or two.
>Making your way back around the desk, you take a seat in the reception area and lean your head back.
>Closing your eyes, you quickly run through your theoretical Canterlot itinerary:
>Get to Canterlot
>Meeting with the Academy
>Take Aloe to the Institute of Art
>Meet with the Pink Demon
>Take Aloe somewhere nice for Dinner
>This does leave you with a bit of time still.
>And you need to find something for Aloe to do while you're in those meetings.
>You'll need to write back to Cadence and ask for suggestions.
>Realistically, you know what her response will be for the first meeting.
>She's going to drag Aloe shopping.
>Because the Imperial Treasury can afford it, and -more importantly- it gives Cadence a chance to talk to Aloe and snoop around your relationships.
>Letting out a sigh, you roll the thought around for a moment.
>You /suppose/ it's reasonable.
>She /is/ the Princess of Love after all.
>Not that she seems so directly involved in anyone else's love life.
>The bell rings and you open an eye.
>Lily and Daisy have arrived a bit early it seems.
"You're a bit early." you offer, closing your eye again.
>"Ten minutes isn't that early." Daisy counters.
>"I hope we aren't interrupting anything." Lily adds.
>Sitting upright, you put up your hands.
"Nothing exciting, just need a quick word with Aloe." you say. "Hoping to catch her between appointments."
>"We won't judge you for wanting to spend some time with your marefriends-" Daisy says, sitting down next to you.
>"But you really should make an appointment!" Lily finishes, dropping into the seat next to you.
>You can feel your face heating up a little.
"Well, I, uh-"
>The two just crack up laughing.
>"Too-Too easy!" Daisy sputters.
"Rose put you up to this, didn't she?"
>"Not really." Lily says, her breathing normalizing. "She said some things that gave us the idea, but we had no idea you'd be here today."
"Fair enough."
>"So you're here just to see Aloe?" Daisy asks.
"Yeah, I need to ask about her schedule."
>"But not Lotus?"
"Not this time, no. Why?"
>"She's just being nosy." Lily interjects, rolling her eyes.
>"Hey, I'm just trying to keep tabs on Rose's coltfriend."
"Oh really now?"
>"Oh, because you're such an expert on coltfriends?"
>"Lily!"
>"He's a nice stallion and you should be happy for Rose!"
>"Not in front of-"
"I hope I'm not causing-"
>"Am I interrupting...?"
>All heads turn to see Aloe in the doorway.
"Just chatting while they wait." you offer cheerily.
>"Okay then." Aloe says slowly. "Well, Miss Daisy, Miss Lily, Lotus is waiting for you by the hot tub. If you'd follow me please?"
>Daisy heads into the back followed by Lily, who turns to give you a wink before she disappears into the spa.
>Furrowing your brow, you digest what just happened.
>You're going to have to talk to Roseluck.
>And since you saw the schedule, you happen to know that her sisters will be at the spa for the next two hours.
>Aloe first though.
>A few moments later Aloe returns.
>"Anon? Why /are/ you here?"
"You." you offer, standing up.
>You follow her into the break room where she promptly collapses into a chair.
"Long day?"
>"Absolutely unbelievable." she groans "Lotus handled the scheduling while I was sick, and she likes to pack all of the difficult appointments into one day so the rest of the week is easy."
"That's an interesting way of doing things."
>"It is also why she isn't in charge of scheduling."
>You shake your head and laugh.
>Picking Aloe up out of her chair, you cradle her in your arms and retreat to the futon against the wall.
>Dropping into a corner, you stretch Aloe across the cushions.
>She rests her head in your lap while you gently rub up and down her back.
>"We should teach you how to really use those hands."
"Some mares would argue that I already know how."
>"Incorrigible." she snorts.
"What did you have in mind?"
>"Hmmm, I'm not sure. But give me and Lotus some time to think about it."
"Well, if I have my way, you'll be stuck with me for a very long time."
>"Good. Because I'm too tired right now."
"How long until you have to go help Lotus?"
>"Oh, I'll have to go prep the tables in half an hour or so."
>You just hum in acknowledgement.
>This is nice.
>The quiet is nice.
>Aloe is nice.
>You need to do less, savor more.
>...
>You're here for a reason, idiot!
"Before I forget, I did come here for a reason."
>"You mean you didn't come here just to see me?"
"No, I came here for you. But I needed to ask about your schedule."
>She cocks her head just enough to look at you with one sleepy eye.
"So you mentioned how Lotus plans things... want to leave her to handle the light load and come to Canterlot with me?"
>She shakes her head as she closes her eyes again, heaving a sigh.
>"You're lucky Lotus is so bad at scheduling."
"Is that a yes?"
>"When do we leave?"
"8 o'clock on Thursday work for you?"
>"Mhmm. When do we get back?"
"I'm thinking Friday afternoon. It can be sooner if you need it to be."
>"What if I want it to last longer?"
>You look down at her.
>She's not looking up at you, but her one ear is adorably cocked, waiting for an answer.
>This mare.
"Well, I can't take you away from Lotus for too long, or you'll get another schedule like this." you muse. "However, we could always catch an evening train instead."

>Sadly, but predictably, Aloe did eventually leave you to return to work.
>On your own once more, you venture out into the cold afternoon and start heading back to the castle.
>Or wait...
>Lily and Daisy are at the spa.
>Changing course, you head for Ponyville's only florist shop.
>Inside the shop, you don't find anypony.
>A bell says ring for assistance, but you opt to simply walk through the back of the shop.
>Sticking your head out the back door, you can see Rose loading up a cart in the greenhouse.
>Crossing the yard, you surreptitiously bump her flank as you come up alongside her.
"Need any help?"
>"Are you in any shape to do so?"
"Hey, I only have to rest the one arm."
>"Speaking of, where is your sling?"
"Back at the castle."
>"It doesn't work if you don't wear it, Anon."
"Hey, it's uncomfortable and in the way. I've done a good job of not using my left arm so far."
>"Just don't be surprised when Redheart gives you grief about it later."
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her."
>"It might hurt you, though." she shoots back, before fixing you with a smirk "And don't be so sure she won't know."
"Are you implying" you answer, taking hold of the cart with your good arm "that one of my marefriends -my most trusted confidantes- would rat me out to Nurse Redheart?"
>With a heave you begin to drag the cart along behind you.
>"I am implying that your marefriends, who care very much about you, would do their best to keep their big strong hoofball player healthy, even if he has taken a few too many blows to the head."
"Hey now." you start to argue as you enter the shop. "I think you're overhyping this."
>Rose motions for you to lean in close.
>She places a quick kiss on your cheek.
>"Aloe is right. You can be really dumb sometimes."

>You were now sitting on a couch upstairs.
>While Roseluck unloaded the cart, you had been sent back to the castle to put your sling on.
>There was much grumbling, but Rose would hear none of your arguments.
>You admit she is probably right, of course.
>But this damn thing is uncomfortable around your neck and tends to get sweaty.
>Just because you know you should doesn't mean you want to wear the sling.
>Rose returns to the room with coffee.
>Thanking her, you take a mug and lean back as she snuggles in beside you.
>Reaching behind you, the mug is set on the window sill, freeing up your good arm to pet the pony.
>She's a very good pony, the kind of pony that seems to know how to make you do the right thing without ever raising her voice.
>The kind of pony that other mares are comfortable confiding in.
>And the kind of pony that they take advice from, too.
>You reach up to scratch an ear affectionately.
"How is it, princess, that you are so intuitive with ponies?"
>"Oh, it's just a combination of who I am and what I do."
"That's not much of an answer." you chide.
>"I am a florist. Who do most ponies buy flowers for?"
"Their marefriend?"
>"Their marefriend." she nods. "And who do you think they talk about while buying those flowers?"
"Their marefriend?"
>"You're catching on." she teases. "So if you're just good at listening, a lot of ponies will tell you all about their relationships and thank you for it. After a while, you just get a feeling for how things will go."
"Hmmm, I see. So tell me, oh wise one... do your sisters like me?"
>There's a pause, and Rose shifts to look up at you.
>"Lily likes you. Daisy does too, but she feels like it's her job to look out for me because I always looked out for them."
"That's sweet."
>"It is, but it is also irritating."
"Oh?"
>"She's not very good at it."
>Squeezing Roseluck, you can't help but laugh.

>The rest of the day, and the next few as well, are spent buried in your work.
>You visit the House several times, but there isn't much to oversee during the gutting process.
 >Also, Jim threatens to punt you over the fence himself if you keep bothering him and the crew.
>You knew there was a reason you liked him.
>Technically it was your property and you had a right to be there.
>But you respect him as a foreman and understand that, ultimately, you were distracting the work crews.
>You sent a few letters, just getting things in order.
>Letting a few ponies know you were coming and such.
>The remaining time is spent making final revisions to your botanical garden plans based on feedback from your last visit.
>The goal, as overly optimistic as it may be, is to get the plans approved on the first pass.
>You know that, even if they're approved, you will be dealing with countless revisions right up until the final day of work.
>But at least the overall vision won't change.
>You've got to start somewhere.

>Thursday evening you went down to the practice field to watch the team.
>You had told Rainbow about your arm earlier in the week, so your absence would have been excused.
>But it was good to coach the offense a little.
>Particularly the quarterback.
>They'll be fine.
>Not like this game really matters.
>Thunderlane and Company's win last weekend effectively ended your hopes for a playoff berth.
>Technically possible...
>...but highly unlikely.
>As you walk back to the castle the cold night breeze starts to really pick up.
>Autumn is fading fast.
>Next weekend will be the end of the good weather, probably.
>Hopefully it holds out just long enough for Fluttershy's shindig.
>Pushing through the doors, you catch a glimpse of a roaring fire in the study on your way upstairs.
>Hanging up your coat, you consider your schedule.
>8 o'clock train means picking up Aloe at 7:30...
>Have to leave here by 7:15...
>You've got a little time left tonight.

>Grabbing a bottle of bourbon and a rocks glass, you head downstairs.
>On the sofa is a passed out purple pony.
>Her nose pressed into an open book.
>Giving her a light shake, you find her dead asleep.
>Chuckling to yourself, you heft her into your arms and somehow manage to grab her book as well.
>Carefully keeping it open to her page, you carry both up to her bedroom.
>The book goes on the nightstand.
>The pony goes under the Princess Celestia covers.
>Some things never change.
>Sitting by the fire a few minutes later, you think about what Rose had told you.
>Did Twilight like you as more than a friend?
>Do you like her as more than a friend?
>You already know there's going to be a thousand rules about dating a princess.
>Quickly parrying the oncoming headache with a drink of the elixir of life, you dismiss those thoughts.
>Too much thinking for a nice night like this.
>Tipping a bit more into your glass, you watch the firelight reflect off the amber liquid.
>The oaken body, the hint of sweetness at the finish and the sting of good alcohol eventually lull you to sleep.

>The next morning finds you (after taking a shower and a few aspirin) cheerily yet blearily making your way to the train station with Aloe.
>While you will never admit it to the pony beside you, it was only Spike that saved you from oversleeping.
>Needless to say, after racing through your morning routine, you had taken a few seconds to leave a more tangible thank you for the little dragon.
>Which reminds you to talk to Celestia about scribe training for him while you're in Canterlot.
>So much to do, and so little time!
>All aboard!

>Stepping off the train in Canterlot, you pause to take in the hustle and bustle of the city.
>It really is an entirely different feel than the ambling pace of Ponyville.
>"So where to?" Aloe asks, looking up at you expectantly.
"To the castle."
>"The castle!?"
"The castle." You nod "It's not as intimidating as you'd think, c'mon."
>Leading the way, you push a path through the sea of ponies milling about the terminal.
>Outside isn't much better.
>"It reminds me of Stalliongrad."
"I guess that makes sense, they're both big cities."
>"Canterlot doesn't have as much soot though."
"Yeah, Canterlot is a money and politics kind of place."
>"It's nice!"
"It's just dirty in other ways. Shall we?"
>Aloe offers a cute nod, and you press on into the city.

>After a quick visit to your apartment, Cadence arrives to whisk Aloe away.
>You probably should have warned Aloe about that.
>To you, Cadence is a friend -albeit a sometimes overbearing one- but to Aloe she's still a princess.
>You're looking forward to her expression when she finds out tomorrow afternoon's schedule of events.
>Ah well, one thing at a time.
>Right now you're in a conference room at the Academy.
>Have been for over an hour now.
>And somehow this project got better and worse at the same time.
>Dear Celestia and Luna made a deal to match donations to the Royal Canterlot Academies (up to a certain amount, of course) and the bits poured in.
>Including several donations specifically towards this project.
>Large donations.
>The Board of Regents has decided to considerably expand the size of this project.
"Gentlecolts, I appreciate your enthusiasm." you begin slowly, quelling the oncoming migraine. "But I must point out that you cannot simply double all numbers in the drawings to produce a compound of twice the size."
>"Surely it is within your capabilities, though?" the Chairman asks, leaning forward expectantly.
>You sigh, and close your eyes.
>A list of all the things you will need to do floats through your mind.
>Opening your eyes, you meet the Chairman's gaze.
"I can do it. But it won't be free."
>"We have already budgeted for that." the Treasurer nods. "We'll be doubling your compensation."
>It takes a moment for her words to sink in.
>Wow.
>That's a lot of bits.
>You could do a lot with that kind of money.
"What's the catch?"
>The Chairman looks to his right, and a stallion two rows down shuffles some papers.
>"Yes, well, in addition to the increases in the overall scope, there are a few other changes."
"Such as...?" you growl.
>"Oh, most of them are very minor." he chuckles nervously. "We do, ah, however, need to have some sort of nod to the larger donors in each of the buildings."
"Ah. You sold the naming rights."
>"Pardon?"
"Is that not a thing here? In my world it wasn't uncommon to sell the name to a building as part of the financing. This was quite common on University campuses."
>"It isn't something we'd considered, no." the Chairman answers. "How would that work?"
"Well, Let's say that Prince Blueblood is the primary donor behind the Vahoover house. We could name it 'The Prince Blueblood Hall of the Northwest' and inside both ends would be a small lobby with restrooms and a bust of the Prince."
>"How much extra work will that create? And how much more will that cost?" the Treasurer asks.
"Expanding the size of the project this way more or less requires that bathrooms be added to every building. This simply uses that same space, so the only change in costs will be the art piece dedicated to the sponsor."
>"So not too awful." an older stallion on your left rumbles. "I can handle that part of the project."
>Ah yes, that's his name: Brass Tacks.
>Owner of a small art foundry here in the Canterlot, and a much larger -and dirtier- mill out in Filly.
"As soon as I have the new drawings, I'll get in touch to work out the details."
>"So you're taking the job then, Anonymous?"
"Did you really think I would say no?"
>"Well, er-"
>"We know you relocated to Ponyville to recuperate." the Treasurer chimes in.
"It seems that everyone knows something about my personal life these days." you say, rolling your eyes as you get to your feet. "But I will indeed continue to serve as your architect."
>Shaking hooves with all assembled, you pull on your overcoat and head out the door.
>As you pass through the lobby and out into the cold mountain air, a thought hits you.
>What will your mares say?

>You're near the end of your third martini when Aloe returns.
>Unlike Rose, she seems to have actually enjoyed her time with Cadence.
"Have a good time?"
>"Oh Celestia yes! It was so much fun!" she exclaims, hopping up onto the couch beside you.
>A moment later a guard enters your apartment and drops a dozen bags and boxes on the table.
>With a grim nod to you, he leaves.
>Before you can even ask, Aloe starts describing her day.
>After you parted ways, the Pink Princess had taken her straight away to go clothes shopping.
>Which she apparently considered 'warming up'.
>Then the usual spa trip with a twist.
>Aloe and Lotus run a spa after all, so the usual simply wouldn't do.
"So where did you end up going?"
>"It's called 'Caspian' and it's run by two lovely Ibexian mares. Lots of traditional and natural cures and treatments from the wilds beyond Stalliongrad."
"Any new ideas to bring home?"
>"There were lots of new things, but Ponyville is so old-fashioned sometimes..."
"Ah, yeah. Maybe just something for you and Lotus to do together sometime."
>"Yes, that's a great idea! You'll have to take her there!"
"I will?"
>"Somepony has to be at the spa, Anon!" she giggles.
"You can't just close for the day?"
>"Afraid of going alone?"
"I wouldn't want to give Lotus any more ideas than she already has."
>"She's harmless."
>You lean down to plant a kiss on Aloe's forehead.
"I also promised to take her to the ocean."
>"I understand." Aloe says, eyes gleaming. "You're afraid that taking her to a spa will give her ideas, but you don't think that laying around in the sun and the sea will?"
>...
"I may have made a miscalculation."
>Aloe finally breaks eye contact as she collapses into a giggle-fit.
>You down the last of your drink.
>Mares.
"So what else did you do today?"
>"Oh, after that we went to a bunch of galleries."
"Galleries?"
>"Some art and a lot of jewelry."
"Cadence does know how to drain the Treasury."
>"You're always so critical of her! She's a wonderful pony!"
"...what did you get?"
>"A pair of silver and pearl lily mane pins. One for me, and one for Lotus."
"Ah, like the ones you wore to the concert?"
>She nods. "And we located a few places that do custom work...for Herds."
"Alright, you crazy mare." you say, scooping her up into your arms as you get to your feet.
>"Where are we going?"
"I figured we walk through the Upper Market and eat while we browse"
>"I can't walk if you don't put me down, Anon."
"You'll live."



>The next morning, having dropped off Aloe with Princess Luna, you proceed directly to the usual place.
>Walking into the spacious parlor, you kick back on your favorite chaise lounge.
>Closing your eyes, you soak up the warm morning sunlight.
>Stretching, your joints pop as you release a contented sigh.
>You don't even open your eyes when the door opens.
>The soft clinking of decorative horseshoes on the floor tells you that your company is royal.
>"Comfortable, Anon?"
"Thanks for coming, Cadence."
>"It is very rare that you actually ask to see me, I usually have to chase you down. Call me curious."
"You were always very good at it."
>"I only did what was necessary."
"Was it all really necessary?"
>"You needed a social life."
"I needed a break."
>"And now Twilight has arranged one for you!" she exclaims gleefully.
"Uh-huh. And somepony gave her the idea to force me to form a Herd while on this break."
>...
"Somepony who happens to know a lot about Love, Relationships and the magic and law surrounding them."
>...
"Cadence." you say, opening your eyes and meeting her gaze.
>"Yes?"
"Why?"
>She looks away and huffs.
>"Because you need a mare...or seven."
>Giving her your best incredulous stare, you open your mouth to protest only to be cut off.
>"No! Don't object! Don't tell me that you're fine and just tired and whatever! I am the Princess of Love, Anonymous! I could feel the loneliness every time I stepped into your studio."
>You sit up as she begins to pace.
>"It positively radiated from the untouched spaces of your apartment, and screamed at me from the chaos of your home office."
>You're caught off-guard by her intensity.
>Was it really that bad?
>Are you lonely?
>Surely not anymore, but back then?
>"Whether you were ready to admit it or not, you desperately wanted somepony. You clung to Celestia and Luna as your closest friends, and they love you for it. Few people see them as equals, and that makes you precious to them. But there are rules about dating royalty, and they know it. So I started throwing mares in front of you!"
"I never said-"
>"SHUT UP!" she shouts. "Just listen to me!"
>Swinging your legs around so you can face her, you set your feet on the floor and nod for her to continue.
>"Maybe I didn't know you well enough, but I had to do something Anonymous. So whenever I found a mare that I thought might hold your interest, I looked into their relationships. If they were single, I set up blind dates."
>You want to say something before closing your mouth when Cadence's posture sags.
>"And when that inevitably went down in flames, I took the time to help each and every one of them find a good coltfriend." she sighs sadly. "Nothing I ever did seemed to work."
>...
>Well
>Aren't you just an asshole.
>You fumble for words to convey what you're thinking.
>On one hand, you feel a need to apologize.
>Cadence was really only trying to help.
>On the other, you really couldn't possibly have balanced all of that work and a relationship at the same time.
>Your mouth opens and closes a few times.
>False starts as you try to piece together a response.
>"So...So yes, Anonymous." the pink princess sniffles. "When the opportunity presented itself, I pushed. And I pushed hard."
"I- I don't know what to say Cadence."
>"It doesn't matter. You seem to be doing better in Ponyville, now that you're away from work."
"Yeah, I guess so."
>"Oh, don't think I don't know, Anon."
"What?"
>"About the House. And you told me yourself about the botanical garden. And there's always hoofball." she says, rolling her eyes. "For such a cultured colt, your love of that sport is truly typical."
"Hey, you wanted me to be social. Don't rag on the one thing I do for fun!"
>"Even when we send you away you still manage to take on more work than you can handle."
"Hoofball is over in two weeks. Construction is beginning on the House which should be done by Hearthswarming. That will leave me with the gardens, which I only took on because I needed the bits."
>"Lots of gambling debts, Anon?"
"What? No, not really my kind of thing. Why?"
>"Then you really aren't hurting for bits." she shoots back "I know you think you are, but only because you're either a stubborn colt or a clueless human."
>Well...
>"Probably both."
 "Alright, so tell me about the bits you think I have."
>"So clueless then." she says, abruptly sitting on the couch.
>With a sigh, you heave yourself onto your feet only to move to the couch and flop into the corner opposite Cadence.
"Actually, that's the real reason I wanted to talk to you."
>"What's that? You didn't just come here...to be angry?"
"No." you admit. "I needed to be angry -this whole thing is a mess sometimes- but it's not the real purpose of coming here."
>She gives you a small nod.
"I said it was a mess sometimes. One of the reasons for that is that I know nothing about Equestrian dating, let alone the apparently very tradition-rich etiquette of herding."
>"So you-"
"I need your help."
>Cadence stares at you for a moment...
>...before a tremendous grin spreads across her face.
>"Oh Anonymous! This is amazing! I never thought I'd see the day!"
>You just sink into the cushions.
>Leaning your head back, you stare at the ceiling while she titters excitedly for a few minutes.
>"Anon? Anon!"
"Yessss?"
>"So where do we begin?"
"Well, I think we've cleared up the issue with pony dating speed."
>She nods.
"Just about everything else is like an old-school human romance, as far as I can tell." you continue "And I've had to have a lot of conversations about human dating."
>"So herding then?"
"Herding."
>"Well, that's kind of broad." she begins slowly. "I suppose you understand the base concept, so we'll go from there."
"Sounds good to me."
>"So Herds form around successful stallions simply because there are more mares than stallions. Even so, it's considered a mark of status to have a second mare."
>You roll your eyes and lay your head back down.
>"I know you aren't thrilled about it Anon, but understand that the task ahead of you is a big deal in most circles. You might not realize it because you lived in Upper Canterlot for so long, and herds are common there, but think about Ponyville. How many stallions there have even a second mare?"
>It's a good question.
>You can't name a single one.
>Sitting up, you look over to her.
"Why is that?"
>"If you have one mare, it isn't uncommon for her to work. But if you have a second, it's expected that at least one of your mares will stay home and raise the foals."
"Ah I see. So the Cakes, for example..."
>"They pay the bills, their foals are fed, and their home is warm. What little else they have they save -just in case."
"But if suddenly they were the only baker in town, and their business quadrupled-"
>"-probably, yes." Cadence says after considering it for a second. "But we're moving off topic."
"I don't-"
>"You make plenty of money. In fact, by Ponyville standards you're quite well to do."
>You can't argue that.
>Even if you're rather housepoor.
>"So it is expected that some, if not all, of your mares will stay home."
"See? I keep telling-"
>"Hush, I'm not finished." Cadence says, waving a hoof. "Yes, you're very concerned about money. I've heard as much."
"Who told y-"
>"Don't worry about that. Just know that your mares don't all have to quit their jobs immediately. It's normal for them to slowly fall into their places in the Herd."
"Places?"
>"While every herd is different, with the mares taking on all sorts of roles, there are only two specific roles that every herd has." she explains. "The Herd Stallion -that's you- and the Alpha Mare."
>Now where have you heard that term before...
>"The stallion is expected to lead the herd. How he does this is up to him, but it's his job to take care of the Family. And you're going to do just fine."
"Thanks."
>"But" she continues. "You could stand to be a little more...in command."
"What?"
>"I know that your philosophy towards your Herd has been rather...C'est la Vie, but if you want to preserve peace in your household, you really need to step in and take charge more often."
"Fair enough."
>"Now the Alpha Mare, that's one way to help you take charge Anon" Cadence offers. "She's intended to be the stallion's right hoof."
>She explains that, since you cannot be everywhere, the Alpha Mare will be there to help you take care of the family.
>"Some Alphas are like lieutenants, others are more autonomous. Again, that comes down to how you want to lead your herd."
"Like lieutenants?"
>"They check in with their stallion before he leaves for work, and then again when he gets home. He gives them the marching orders for the herd for the day."
>You pull a face and Cadence giggles.
>"I know, you aren't the micromanaging type. But not everypony is you, Anon."
"Whatever works, I guess." you say, standing. "Drink?"
>"I'm fine, thank you." She declines. "Anyways, those are the two roles every herd has. Oh, and just a warning, Anon?"
"Hmm?"
>"You can expect the mares to compete for that title until you choose your Alpha."
"Ahhh. Yeah. That makes some sense now." you say, watching the tonic water fizz.
>Glass in hand, you return to your seat.
>Mmmm, that's some high quality gin.
>"There is one last universal constant in Herding."
"Oh?"
>"A dowry."
"Seriously?"
>"Of course! We already established that a mare joining a herd wasn't free. In olden times, this was meant to keep the poor from marrying up through herds. But now it's just to ease the impact on the family."
"See, now this becomes difficult!" you exclaim.
>Hopping onto your feet, you take a sip of your drink and waggle a finger at the princess.
"This used to be a thing back in the day with humans, but it hasn't been a part of my culture for a very long time. I have no idea how to handle a dowry."
>She just keeps staring at you sweetly.
"Stop giving me that look! I mean, is there a negotiation? Does the mare talk to me about it? Do I talk to her about it? How do I know if I'm being low-balled? Is it an insult if they do?"
>"Anonymous."
"I don't *think* that any of them would do that to me, but what if they can't afford an 'appropriate' dowry? Do I kick them out just for that? I mean-"
>"Anonymous, please! Sit down."
>You look over at her.
>"Anonymous. Relax. I can help you."
"How?"
>"First, sit. Then I'll answer some of those questions."
>You quickly return to your seat.
>"So yes, there is a negotiation of sorts. Traditionally the stallion would ask the mare's father for permission to marry his daughter. If he said yes, he would then initiate a conversation about the dowry."
"How quaint."
>"You said it yourself, Anon. Herding has a lot of tradition surrounding it." she smiles reassuringly. "But times have changed. If you feel her family is traditional like that, go that route. But more commonly, a stallion will invite a mare into his herd, and a day or two later the mare's parents will write to schedule a visit and it gets discussed then."
"Okay, so I just let them come to me. I can deal with that."
>"See? Not so hard after all."
"How do I know how-"
>"Yes, the amount. This is going to be hard for you, and some stallions will try to use it as a test on you. So I am proposing this: let me know when these visits happen, and I'll either arrange to be in Ponyville or Canterlot."
"Oh. Wow." you reply dumbly. "Really?"
>"Anon, we know that we tossed you into the deep end of the pool with all of this. The fact that nopony realized that humans dated less than half as fast as ponies taught us that." she confesses. "It would be wrong of us not to help you with some of the more subtle nuances of herding."
"Us?"
>"Myself, Twilight, and of course Luna and Celestia."
"There was a time when I was suspicious of the four of you discussing my life."
>"And now?"
"I've just come to accept the meddling."
>"So melodramatic." she chides.
"It is good to know that I'll have a skilled negotiator with me. Feels kind of like cheating though."
>"It's not uncommon for negotiations to go back and forth across a weekend together. Maybe you could just consult with me, and do it yourself... if that better suits your ego?"
"Hey, I- alright, that's actually true." you say, finishing your gin and tonic. "And yes, it feels more manly."
>"Colts."
"Yeah, yeah."
>"Oh, hmmm, there's more to consider, but we'll get there. So those are basically the common things that happen in every herd. But there are lots of things to consider about how you want your particular herd to function."
"I think a lot of that is going to depend on who ends up in the Herd, don't you think?"
>Cadence offers you a bright smile.
>"Smart colt." she says with a smirk. "And while that is certainly true, you should be thinking about some of these things as you build your herd."
"Okay, shoot." you say, pouring a fresh drink.

>"There are two things at this point you should consider. The first is how you want to make herd membership official."
>Your confused expression and hand gestures convey your lack of understanding.
>"I know, herding is... complicated sometimes."
"Don't I just propose to the mares?" you finally blurt out.
>"Yes... No... Sometimes?" she answers with a shrug.
>...
"Go on..."
>"A lot of it depends on family traditions and what you and your mares want. In unicorn tradition, for example, the Alpha Mare is the only one who marries the Herd Stallion."
"And in the others?"
>"Pegasi and Earth traditions vary, based on the ancient clans' differing traditions." she sighs.
"So I'm just going to have to talk to all of them about this."
>"To be blunt...yes. That would be best."
"Okay." you nod, standing up again. "Are there any common arrangements?"
>"The two most common are every mare being married to the stallion, and just brood mares being married."
"Brood mares?" you ask, rummaging through a desk.
>Procuring a legal pad as well as a fountain pen and ink, you take a seat.
>As you scribble down notes about marriage arrangements, Cadence explains how some herds only have certain mares designated for bearing foals.
>Usually these are the same mares that stay at home, while the non-brood mares maintain their jobs outside the home.
>Apparently this is most common among Pegasi.
>Duly noted.
>When your note taking finally catches up, you look up to see Cadence talking quietly to a butler.
>Once he has left, you nod.
"What else do I need to know."
>"That." she smirks "Is a very large amount of information. But let's just stick to herding for now, okay?"
>...you really walked right into that one.
>Well played, Pink Princess.
>Well played.
>"So the other thing to think about is how you want to handle a wedding."
"This soon?"
>"Well, that's the thing. You don't have to marry them all at once."
"I think I remember Snap mentioning that, come to think of it."
>"Snap?"
"Roseluck's dad."
>"Meeting the parents already? You might be doing better than I expected, Anon."
"It was her idea, but yeah. They're good ponies."
>"Well her father was correct. You could theoretically marry Roseluck, and then Aloe, and so on and so forth."
"I suppose that might be easier to plan."
>"Naturally, the first mare that you wed should be your Alpha."
"Makes sense."
>"And this does assume that you're marrying more than just the Alpha." she continues as the butler from before enters with tea service. "Though even if you don't marry any of the others, some sort of ceremony would be nice. Every mare dreams about her wedding day, after all."
"That seems rather stereotypical, but I suppose you're the expert."
>"I am, aren't I?" she giggles.
"Let's not push it, Cadence." you warn, watching the butler leave.
>"No fun..." she mumbles, shaking her head.
"Anything else about the weddings I should keep in mind?"
>"Just that many families have traditions about weddings, and you need to be conscious as to how they may interact or interfere with each other."
"That...is a headache for future Anon."

>"I believe I have heard about living arrangements already being in the works?"
"Yup. I've got that handled."
>"Do tell." she says, sipping from her tea.
"We can talk about the house in detail later -it's one of my favorite subjects, in fact- but for now let's just say that it's spacious, with rooms for every mare plus a master bedroom."
>"And if the family grows?"
"It is on a large plot of land in the country, and the farmhouse design is built to take expansions."
>"How insightful of you." she smiles over her saucer. "I may have underestimated your nesting instincts."
"I will choose to take that as a compliment."
>"It is." she says "So you're going to have all of your mares living with you in time?"
"I wasn't aware that there was any other arrangement?"
>"Again, every herd is different-"
"Of course."
>"-but some arrangements will leave the mares in their own homes."
"How is that even supposed to work?"
"Sometimes the mares stay at their homes and spend the weekends at the family home, this is common in herds with working mares and brood mares."
"Okay?"
>"And other times, brand new herds will have everypony in their own homes, with the mares alternating who spends a week with the stallion."
"Just until they find a family home though, right?"
>"Usually. Though sometimes the stallion moves between homes as well, if the herd is really spread out. That isn't very common though."
"I can't imagine why."
>"Yes, it isn't an auspicious start for a herd. But with love and dedication, it can work for a time."
"Well, I don't live so far out of town that any of my mares will need a satellite home."
>"It sounds like you've got that pretty much figured out on your end. What about on their end?"
"I, uh, what do you mean?"
>"Well Anonymous, I presume none of your marefriends are homeless?"
"Naturally."
>"Then they have homes of their own already. If they only have apartments it is a simple matter of terminating or waiting out the lease. If they have houses, those will become the Herd's."
"I see. And what if they have a shared interest in a house?"
>"Like Rose and her sisters?"
"You know much."
>"Please, Anon. You're too paranoid. I spent an entire day shopping with her while you were out looking at buildings or whatever it is you do for work."
"Something like that." you grumble.
>"Unfortunately there is no easy solution to that kind of arrangement." she explains with a shrug "You'll simply have to work that our on a case-by-case basis."
"Lovely."
>"Look at it this way, that's potential money coming into the Herd."
"I suppose it won't hurt."
>"That reminds me, you'll be in charge of finances for the entire herd, unless you designate a mare to do that."
"Is that one of the 'roles' you mentioned earlier?"
>"One of many possibilities, yes."
"Okay, that's pretty normal." you sigh in relief. "I was waiting for some sort of weird ritualistic roles or something."
>Cadence lets out a burst of laughter.
>"Ohhhh...that's so...oh Celestia. That's amazing Anon."
"Well, come on. Look at it from my perspective."
>Cadence ignores you and continues to giggle uncontrollably for another minute or so.
>When she finally calms down, you clear your throat.
"Alright, very funny. I get it. Is there anything else I should know?"
>"Not too much." she sighs, taking a long sip from her tea.
>She talks a bit more about divvying up responsibilities in the household amongst the mares.
>Her logic is sound, you're not the micromanaging type.
>If you have a herd of mares you trust, why would you expend that kind of energy when they can easily handle it?
>Most importantly, it will allow you to keep working, so that they don't have to.
>Which is important to you.
>It just feels right that way.
>"One final subject to think about, Anon."
"Just to think about?"
>"You won't need to make any decisions just yet." she nods. "Which of your mares you plan to have foals with."
>And suddenly you have a headache.
"I'm not sure if that's even possible yet-"
>"Anon, don't give me that." she says, shaking her head. "You and I both know that the magic exists to help you with that problem. It has for centuries."
"Humans are different from Gryffons and Minotaurs, Cadence."
"Then accept that your children will all be ponies." she shoots back. "The potions for maternal-linked crossbreeding are tried and true."
"I suppose I should have known that my usual deflections wouldn't fly with the Princess of Love."
>"Like you said, I'm the expert on these things."
"I suppose I /would/ like to have kids..."
>"I know."
"How-"
>"Just call it a feeling."
>You sigh, and set down the notepad.
"Okay. Anything else?"
>"That's it. Any other details are between you and your marefriends."
"Fantastic."
>"Oh, and I hear you've bought a large home?"
"I have. You'll be pleased to know that I bought it specifically with my mares in mind."
>"Twilight tells me it's become a big project for you."
"Well, they're just finishing up some demolition work right now, but down the line..."
>"Absolutely typical, Anonymous."
"Hey, you know full well how picky I am, and Ponyville isn't exactly Equestria's largest real estate market."
>"I want to see it."
"Of course. As soon as it's done I'll-"
>"No, this weekend when I'm in. I want to see what has you so fascinated."
"Of course." you sigh.
>Glancing at the clock, you realize it's been an hour already.
"Cadence, I have to admit, it was good to finally talk to you about all of this."
>"Mhm!"
"And we should do it again sometime. But for now-"
>"You're thinking about your marefriend." she smiles knowingly "Go on, I'll see you this weekend."

>"Yes, Sister tells us she personally hosted him for an entire Summer at the Royal Retreat on Horseshoe Bay."
>"Is that place very rural?" Aloe asks, as you step silently into the room behind them.
"Quite. But it is very peaceful." you answer, stepping into place beside your marefriend.
>"Anonymous, welcome." Luna offers with a smile. "And yes, he is correct. It is built far from the prying eyes of the public."
>"You've been there?" Aloe asks, whirling to look up at you.
"A few times, yes." you nod "I was actually going to try to escape there for a bit before I was rerouted to Ponyville for my vacation."
>Luna has the good grace to look a bit uncomfortable.
>"If you worked less you would enjoy your vacation more, I think."
>You size Aloe up in confusion.
>"What? What are you looking for?"
"The zipper. There's no way you're not Rose in an Aloe suit."
>"Oh no, you have figured out my secret." she says, rolling her eyes.
"So what exactly are we looking at here?" you ask, gesturing to the large painting in front of you.
>Placing a hand on her withers, you let Aloe and Luna explain the story of the naval battle before you.
>It is a nice painting.
>You can clearly understand the subjects, and it conveys the motion of the ships well.
>Internally, you sigh in relief that Aloe has such good taste.
>You could have ended up at some awful post-modern gallery.
>And while a real Manet is well out of your price range, you would be perfectly happy to acquire a copy to hang in the house when it's complete.
>Hell, "The Battle of Cherbourg" may hang in your office.
>Allowing yourself to be lead into the next room, filled with more of Equestria's finest Impressionism, you hang back to allow Aloe and Luna to dive into the paintings together.
>Aloe may be your marefriend, but when it comes to fine art you are the odd man out in this trio.
>They are enjoying themselves.
>That's what matters.
>Eventually you settle into a post beside Aloe, hand on her withers, letting her and Luna meander through the Exhibit.
>A thought strikes you.
>It would be good for Luna and Celly to hang out with your mares like this.
>They're two of your closest friends.
>And, frankly, they need some friends of their own.
>Most ponies are cowed by the mere presence of their Diarchs, but it seems that their common interest in your relationships serves as an adequate bridge.
>Rose and Aloe had no trouble with Cadence.
>Aloe is now talking animatedly about a series of paintings of the Grand Canal in Venice.
>Clearly she is comfortable around Luna.
>That would be good.
>With a nod to yourself, you resolve to make this happen.
>Now if only you had something to drink...

>As you finished with Manet -and with dusk fast approaching- Princess Luna excused herself to return to the castle.
>She still has duties of her own, after all.
>You've got tickets for the last train to Ponyville, leaving at 10pm on the Apploosan Overnight, which gives you just enough time.
>Stopping at the apartment, Aloe takes a moment to change while you grab your trusty pea coat.
>When she emerges from the bedroom, she has donned a carolina-blue pea coat of her own, accentuated with a white scarf and a matching blue hat.
>It's a good thing your coat is black- you aren't ready to do the matching couple thing yet.
>You open the door, and as she walks by you notice the lily pin she mentioned clasped to the side of her hat.
"So did you get a hat like that for Lotus too?"
>"No, why?"
"I just noticed the pin. I remember you saying you got a matching one for Lotus."
>"Yes! But we don't /always/ have to match, Anon." she says, adopting a fake pout. "I just liked the hat, the karakul was very popular in Stalliongrad."
"Ah, a little piece of home?"
>"Mhm. And you can pull them down over your ears when it gets really cold!"
"Well I daresay it's a cute outfit for a cute mare."
>She tries to bump your leg, but misses and ends up brushing you with her tail instead.
"And here I thought you weren't like your sister."
>She overcompensates on her second attempt and you topple over onto a nearby bench, catching yourself with your bad arm.
>Wincing at the pain, you straighten up and shrug it off while making a show of straightening your coat before turning back to a wide-eyed Aloe.
"Alright, alright." you say, hands up in mock surrender. "No more teasing."

>You reach Perimeter Park just after sunset.
>The noise of the milling crowd mingles with the mixed smells of fair food and seasonal treats.
>Rows of tents and stalls line the long paths, with strings of lights crisscrossing overhead to provide a soft warm glow as sunset fades to night.
>Wandering the unending rows of stalls, hand resting gently on Aloe's back, you mull over how to tell the girls that your workload just doubled.
>You needed the bits, it was no secret.
>Cadence had clued you in that your situation wasn't as dire as you had thought.
>But you still had a considerable mortgage to pay off...
>You look down at Aloe, who is picking through some blankets at a Yak vendor.
>If you tightened your belt and quit drinking so much you could probably afford to hire some help...
>Or you could just expect to pay your mortgage off more slowly.
>It isn't ideal, but you feel like maybe having a mortgage is just part of being a responsible adult though.
>Aloe tries on a couple of scarves and a poncho, but eventually decides not to buy anything.
"I dunno, the poncho was kind of cute."
>"It was heavy." she shrugs as the two of you walk away. "And unless you plan to take me to Apploosa, I can't imagine where I would ever wear it."
"I guess it is kind of niche, isn't it?"
>"Very." she agrees. "Oooh, where's that smell coming from~"
"And here I thought you were worried about your figure."
>Aloe, however, pays you no mind, following her nose until you find yourself in front of a familiar looking brown chef mare.
>"Anonymous! You're a bit far from Ponyville!"
>"You know her?"
"She's a friend of Lyra's." you explain, stepping forward as Hazel serves a pony at the counter. "She has a restaurant in Ponyville."
>"Is this the Roseluck Lyra has told me about?" Hazel asks, sliding a plate of food to a waiting mare.
>"My name is Aloe." your marefriend answers as the two of you step up to the till. "I run the Ponyville Day Spa with my sister."
>"Ohh, I think I've seen you before. Sorry, I'm new to Ponyville still."
>You order a butternut-pecan waffle, then nudge the pony next to you.
"Aloe, food time now."
>With a little squeak, she returns her focus to the menu and quickly settles on the apple-cranberry bread pudding.
>Two mugs of hot mulled cider complete the order.
>Stepping to the side, you watch as Hazel barks instructions at her assistants.
>"So is Lyra trying to set you up with her?" Aloe asks, holding onto your side as she whispers at your ear.
"I don't think so." you say, shaking your head. "We went to her restaurant on a date."
>"That doesn't mean she isn't."
"Would it bother you if she was?"
>"Noooo..."
"Aloe"
>"Every mare knows the way to a colt's heart is through his stomach." she mumbles. "And she is very pretty."
"Seriously?"
>"Well, Lotus says it's through something else-"
"Alright" you interrupt. "Ask Lyra about it next time you see her, but I think she's more concerned about Bonbon than Hazel."
>"Hmm, we do have plans to go for drinks next week sometime..."
"Oh, so there /are/ secret meetings."
>"It takes a lot of planning to court somepony as busy as you."
>Before you can reply, a golden brown waffle is slid forward, with a light drizzle of maple syrup and a generous dollop of whipped butter.
>It is followed by an enormous slab of bread pudding, dusted lightly with powdered sugar.
>Aloe takes her plate, and you grab yours as well as the two mugs that are pushed towards you.
>"Come by sometime, Anon. Maybe bring her next time, eh?" Hazel says with a wave and a wink.
>You just nod and go to join Aloe.

>Late that night, you sit on a train bound for Ponyville.
>Half of Aloe's food came home with you, warm in your coat pocket.
>Your other side is kept warm by the pink pony snoozing quietly against your side.
>Sleep had evaded you thus far and, with only half an hour left to Ponyville, there was no point in trying anymore.
>Instead, your mind gnawed worriedly on how to bring up the extra work you'd taken on.
>Cadence will be furious, probably.
>But she wasn't in Ponyville much, so that won't be too bad.
>It's really Roseluck and Aloe you worry about.
>Lyra will be understanding -she always is- and Lotus will simply give you a wry smile and make some sort of lewd implication.
>But Aloe and Rose are going to be disappointed.
>You do not understand why they don't understand.
>Everything costs bits, that's just how the world works.
>This solution allowed you to make more bits while keeping the burden completely on yourself.
>It's perfect.
>But you know that they won't see it that way.
>With a tired sigh, you turn your gaze out the window and watch as the few distant lights of Ponyville come into view.

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Chapter 12
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>You are Lyra Heartstrings.
>And you are bored.
>Bonbon has work, Tavi is in Canterlot still, your only rehearsal this week was yesterday, and you have NOTHING to do!
>It's driving you nuts!
>You haven't even seen Anon this week!
>Anon...
>It's really nice to have somepony to spend time with.
>You should go see what he's up to!
>There's no way he doesn't want to spend time with you, because you're awesome!
>Rolling off the couch, you clean up your snacks and make for the door.
>It's gonna be a good day!

>No one answers the door at the castle, but it's always unlocked.
>You're sure that the princess of friendship will understand you coming to visit your coltfriend.
>Roseluck says it was her idea for him to build a herd, after all.
>Humming to yourself, you quickly clip-clop up the stairs and start poking your head into the various rooms.
>You're pretty sure that one of these is his.
>Nope.
>Nope.
>Bingo.
"Anooon?" you call out, closing the door behind you.
>No answer.
>Opening the door to his 'office' you find a lot of paperwork and no human.
>Rats!
>Jumping up onto the bed, you roll onto your back.
>This is a really great bed.
>And even though the sheets are clean, they still smell a little like Anon.
>Laying back, you try to think of where Anon might be.
>Anon is /always/ working!
>How is it that the one time you go to visit him at work, he isn't there?
>If he isn't working...
>...then he must be with one of the other girls!
>That's all he ever does!
>Oh, or the House.
>You can totally see him out there watching the worker ponies.
>And hoofball, for a few more weeks at least.
>Speaking of hoofball, is that his sling lying on the end table?
>Hmmmm... you're not good at lectures, but that colt needs to wear his arm sling!
>You'll just have to guilt him.
>Yes.
>You can see it now.
>You'll give him your best puppy dog eyes, a little lip quiver, fold your ears back...
>He loves your ears, there's no way that won't work!
>Heading out of the castle, you rehearse your guilt trip in your head.
>Anon is going to wear his sling on one arm, and cuddle you with the other!

>You are now Lotus, half of Ponyville's premier spa pony partnership.
>Aloe, your other half, is currently off gallivanting around Canterlot with Anonymous.
>It wouldn't be fair to be jealous -Anon has promised to take you to the sea someday, after all- but despite that, you have to admit that you are.
>Just a little.
>If nothing else, life with both Aloe /and/ Anonymous gone is very dull.
>At least they will be back this afternoon.
>So only a few more hours on your own.
>Not that you can't handle the spa.
>Aloe hates it when you make the schedule, but if she had made it she wouldn't have had the free time to go with Anon.
>So it's your fault that she's not here.
>Which is good for her.
>Boring for you.
>You're sending her off with Rose or Lyra next time.
>Then you'll invite Anon over...
>And break all of Aloe's stupid rules.
>Maybe even all at once!
>She would throw a fit, but you know Anon would try to take the blame and Aloe can't stay mad at Anon.
>It's the perfect plan.
>And once you remind Anon a few more times who has the best hips in the Herd...
>You'll be the alpha!
>And that means you're getting foals!
>Probably.
>You know that when you asked Anon about his plans, he mentioned having kids.
>He didn't say with who, though.
>And you certainly aren't going to scare him off by seeming foal-crazy.
>You've seen how quickly colts scatter when a mare brings that up too soon.
>But still...
>The magic exists to help with griffons and minotaurs, so why not a human?
>A small smile creeps across your muzzle as you try to imagine Anon as a father.
>Giggling to yourself, you slip into daydreams as your shift ticks slowly by.

>Humming to yourself, minty tail swishing in the Fall breeze, you trot cheerily down the road.
>Anon was not at the house.
>Hadn't been in two days.
>It's good that he's learning to let other ponies do their jobs!
>He's so hands on -which is fine!- but sometimes he does work he doesn't have to do.
>When you finally make it to the market, you hop over to Bonnie's shop.
>Trotting over to the side (Bonnie doesn't like it when you block the counter) you lean in for a boop.
>Which Bonbon grudgingly accepts.
>She's a good pony and a great friend, even if she's a little grumpy these days.
>You just do what you can to be there for her.
"Hi Bonnie! How's the market today?"
>"Slow, but it's Thursday. It's never busy."
"Well, that makes it an easy day at least, right?"
>"I suppose it does." she sighs, smiling just a little.
>But it's still a smile!
>Before you can continue, Fluttershy stops by CarrotTop's out in the square, reminding you of something!
>An opportunity!
>For Bonbon to meet Anon and get to know him!
"What are you doing Sunday?"
>"Hm? Oh, probably enjoying my one day off."
"Fluttershy is having a party over at her place..."
>"You've mentioned it."
"I'd really like you to come alooooong~"
>"Won't you have Anon to keep you company?"
"I have to share him, remember?" you say "Please? For me?"
>Bonbon exhales slowly and nods.
>"Alright. I'll be your wing-mare, even if you don't really need one."
>It's really the other way around, but she doesn't need to know that.
>You just smile and wrap her in a hug.
"Thanks, Bonnie!"

"Will you two knock it off?" you snap at your younger sisters, giggling like school fillies in the back of the shop.
>For whatever dumb reason, they have been going on and on about Anonymous all day.
>All day!
>Back and forth, back and forth.
>Daisy clearly isn't sold.
>Lily clearly is.
>And really it's neither of their business.
>Currently Daisy is arguing that if Anon is taking mares on trips, you should be going along as the alpha.
>Lily is arguing that that is stupid and expensive for no reason.
>You aren't even going to open the can of worms that is the fact that Anon has not made any decisions on who will be the alpha.
>Shaking your head, you return your attention to the shop as the bell over the door rings.
>In trots a rather cheerful Lyra.
>"Rose!" she chirps "Have you seen Anon?"
"I believe he's in Canterlot still." you answer "He should be back today."
>"Aww." she whines, sprawling across the counter.
"You seemed awfully chipper...something good happen?"
>"I just had nothing to do today, so I was hoping to spend it hanging out with Anon..."
"Well, he said he was only spending one night there, so he should be back today."
>Something niggles at the back of your brain.
>Ah, yes.
"And he took Aloe, so Lotus might have a better idea when he's getting home."
>Lyra perks up at the suggestion though, so that's a start.
>"Okay! I'll go talk to Lotus, thanks Rose!"
>"Woo! Alpha Rosey taking care of the Herd!"
>You can't help but scrunch up at Lily's proclamation.
>"You would think he'd at least tell his Alpha when he's coming back..."
>Your withers sag and you involuntarily roll your eyes in exasperation.
>These two are driving you insane.
>"Why are they calling you Alpha mare?" Lyra asks obliviously. "Did I miss something?"
"No Lyra, no you didn't." You say, voice starting to rise. "Some gossipy mares with /nothing better to do all day/ just made assumptions about how things are going in the Herd because they have /no love lives of their own/ to discuss and would rather drive their big sister up the wall than go out and meet a nice colt!"
>For a moment, silence reigns.
>Lyra looks awkwardly between you and the mares behind you.
>Then the sound of hooves in full gallop up the stairs and a slamming door.
>Followed by slower hoofsteps as Daisy grumbles her way out the back door.
>You release a breath you didn't even realize you were holding.
>"Rose...please don't be mad. I'm sorrrrrrry." Lyra whines, grabbing your hoof with both of hers as you press your face into the cool wood of the countertop.
>Luna on the moon, this day just can't end soon enough!

>After reassuring Lyra that it wasn't her fault, you send her off to the Day Spa to talk to Lotus.
>You still had several hours before you closed up shop.
>Looking around the shop, you take stock of the situation:
>Lily is crying in her room.
>Daisy appears to be tending to the flowers in the hothouse.
>There are two half-finished arrangements that need to be completed by six and seven o'clock, respectively.
>The market outside appears to be fairly busy...for a Thursday.
>And you are the only one left working in the shop.
>With a shake of your mane, you buckle down to work.
>Moving one of the arrangements closer to the counter, you pick up where Lily left off.
>A fairly standard Fall themed centerpiece for Fluttershy.
>Probably for this Sunday.
>Horseapples, you really wish Anon was around right now.
>You don't mind being in charge -with four younger sisters, the role comes naturally to you- but it is nice to know that he has your tail.
>He puts so much faith in you, and you've only known him for a few weeks!
>You just need somepony to vent to right now.
>Maybe you can see if Red or Rarity are free for a drink or two tonight.
>Lyra clearly won't be, and without her it'll be impossible to get Bonbon to come out.
>Settling on heading over to the boutique after you close, you put on a smile as Cloudchaser comes through the door.
>The hits just keep on coming!


>You hum a gentle tune as you slowly stroll down the country lane leading to Sweet Apple Acres
>There's just a few things left to get ready.
>Hosting a party isn't really your strong suit, but it seems to be coming along just fine.
>Especially after Rarity made Pinkie promise not to interfere.
>You'd hate to have to use The Stare on a friend.
>And Twilight has been too busy lately to check in on you.
>Sometimes you wonder if "check on Fluttershy's checklist" is on Twilight's checklist.
>The gentle flapping of wings alerts you to another pegasus flying in.
>As you emerge from the shade of the orchards, you watch Flitter touch down in front of the farmhouse.
>She seemed like such a good fit with for Anon's herd until he and Cloudchaser started to have problems.
>It's a shame, really.
>She maybe a little socially awkward, but there's nothing wrong with being shy!
>Some colts even find that kind of thing cute!
>Anon probably does too...
>No, he definitely does...
>Pausing on the steps to the porch, you wait as Applejack trots over from the barn.
>"Howdy, 'Shy! Pickin' up, or just coming to visit?"
"Hello, Applejack. I, um, both I guess?"
>"Well come on inside then! I think Flitter is waitin' on me anyways."

>Following Applejack inside, you can see Flitter seated at the table.
>Granny Smith is cooking something at the stove.
>A surreptitious sniff offers a blend of spices, caramelized sugar and, of course, apples.
>Applebutter, maybe?
>"Granny? Fluttershy is here to pick up the vittles for Sunday, are those ready?"
>"What?"
>"Fluttershy's pies and all, are they ready?"
>"Oh, um. Hrmmm lemme think a second..."
>Applejack is nonplussed.
>"That's right, I put 'em over here..." the elderly mare mumbles, plodding over into the dining room.
>Applejack rolls her eyes and nods in that direction.
>Luckily, she's standing next to several boxes all neatly wrapped and tied.
>Quickly running over the list with Granny Smith assures you that everything is in here.
>You go to ask Applejack if you can borrow a cart, but she's gone to go get something.
>Instead you and Flitter stand in the kitchen while Granny hums to herself at the stove.
>...
"Um, so there's going to be a little party on Sunday..."
>Flitter looks up.
"You should come by! I mean, if you're not busy, of course."
>"A party?"
"Yes." you nod. "Nothing as loud as the bonfire was, just good food and friends before the weather gets too cold."
>"I could probably come. Will...will Anon be there?"
"That is kind of part of the reason we're having the party."
>Hopefully she doesn't push that issue...
>You're not a very good liar.
>"I'll think about it."
>"You really should stop by, it's going to be so nice!"
>"W-well, I'll think about it, but Cloudy-"
"She ain't your mother, Flitter." Applejack cuts in, returning from another room. "But I understand that blood runs thicker than water."
>"I don't understand-" Flitter mumbles.
>"Means that yer always gonna be close t' yer family!" Granny squawks from stove.
>"But just because you're close, doesn't mean they're always right." Applejack adds, hoofing over an envelope.
>Flitter sighs as she takes it.
>"Cloudy just gets so competitive sometimes..."
"I don't want to cause a fuss..." you offer.
>"Oh, I know! She really reminds me of Rainbow Dash sometimes."
>You can't help but giggle.
"Hehehe they're super alike!"
>"Just don't go sayin' that around Rainbow..."
>You nod in understanding.
>She would probably get upset.
>And then do something rash.
>Which would backfire spectacularly.
>And you and the girls would get pulled into a dangerous adventure to help her.
>A shiver runs down your spine just thinking about it...
>You've had enough adventures already this year.
>You shake those thoughts from your head.
>"-a cute mare, and I'm sure Anon won't be the only colt there."
>"I suppose I can go, at least for a little while."
>"That's the spirit! And then your sister can't give you any grief over never goin' out!"
>"I guess that sounds nice, and I did have fun at the bonfire-"
>You nod encouragingly.
"It's going to be just lovely, Flitter. You'll see."
>"Don't even think of backin' out on us, alright?" Applejack says with a smile, following Flitter to the door.
>"I won't!" she sputters, before offering a wave and taking off for home.
>You and Applejack share a smile.
>"What am I gonna do about that pegasus, 'Shy?"
"What do you mean?"
>"Remember when we were settin' up for that first shindig Pinkie threw?"
>You nod.
>"Well, I said I'd let Anon pick his own mares an' I'd just help to nudge 'em along."
"Yes, I remember something like that."
>"He clearly has an interest in that filly, and she gets all flustered when someone mentions him-"
"Well, she kind of gets flustered talking about most colts doesn't she?"
>"Heheh, I s'pose." your farmer friend smiles. "I just wish Anon 'n' Cloudchaser weren't at odds. It'd make this a sight easier."
"Well, maybe we can get her away from her sister at the party?"
>"Now that's an idea, Fluttershy." the country mare says thoughtfully. "Why don't ya join us for supper, and then I'll help you get all of that home?"
"Oh, well thank you, I'd love to!"


"Lotus!" you call with a smile, breaking her from her daydream. "How are you?"
>Looking up from the desk, she blinks a few time.
>"Oh, hello Lyra. Sorry, it's just been really slow today."
>Trotting up to the counter you cock your head.
"Is that good or bad? Bonnie would rather be busy, but I know that some ponies like these kinds of days."
>"I like it busy. It makes the day go by much faster. Aloe likes to spread the work out."
"But if you don't spread the work out, doesn't that make more slow days?"
>"I can read, or daydream or sometimes I even stand outside and just chitchat with whoever walks by."
"That sounds nice. I'm always either really busy or have nothing to- oh, right!" you exclaim, suddenly remembering why you're here "Do you know when Anon is getting back?"
>"Aloe told me she planned to be back around dinner time. She has to be at work again tomorrow."
>Around dinner time, huh?
>That probably means that they'll eat on the train.
>Maybe they won't.
>But probably.
>"Why, plans for tonight?" Lotus asks, wiggling her eyebrows at you.
"No, well, not yet-"
>"Oh, hoping to be there waiting for him when he gets home?"
"Yeah...I guess? I don't know for sure."
>Lotus smiles as she leans across the counter.
>"I bet after a long hard work trip he'd love to come home to one of his girls warming his bed up for him."
"W-Well I don't kn-know about that..."
>"Lyra..." Lotus sighs, dropping her playful smirk. "I can tell you miss him, and we both know that Anon is a perfect gentlecolt."
>You nod vigorously.
>"So be there when he gets home, and I bet he'll go as far you want...even if that's just a good cuddling."
>Yes.
>That is what you need.
>But...
>How do you make it happen?
>Looking Lotus in the eyes you inhale.
"Lotus, you've had coltfriends before, right?"
>She nods, looking at you curiously.
"I...I haven't. Well, I almost did that time with Bonnie, but-"
>"I heard about it. I'm sorry."
"Don't-that's not what I'm trying to-ugh." you sputter.
>Deep breaths.
>In..
>...and out.
"I need some advice." you finally say. "About colts."
>Lotus smiles gently and  backs away from the counter.
>"I have an hour before my next appointment." she says, motioning you to follow. "I'll put on some tea."

>As Cloudchaser leaves your shop, you can't help but heave a sigh of relief.
>First, because the tension between her and Anon makes talking to her a little uncomfortable.
>Second, because a bouquet of roses tells you that she's found somepony new to woo, instead of chasing Lotus still.
>And if that goes well, hopefully her grudge against Anon will finally fade.
>Shaking your head at the whole situation, you put the finishing touches on Lily's arrangement.
>Perfect.
>Daisy is silently working at the bench in back, and it looks like she's almost done.
>You carry Lily's into the back room.
"I'm going to go out for a bit...I think it's best that we all get some space."
>Daisy sighs and stops what she's doing.
>"Rose, I'm sorry-"
"Daisy it's fine." you say, waving her off. "Let's... tomorrow, the three of us should talk about it."
>"Okay. I'll let Lily know when I see her."
"Thanks, Daisy."
>Throwing a scarf around your neck, you exit out the back of the shop and make a beeline for the Boutique.
>It's breezy, but not unpleasant.
>Just a little chilly.
>The market is almost empty, and the vendors are all closing up shop as you make your way up town.
>Just as you had hoped, you catch Redheart on her way home from the hospital.
>She agrees to meet you at the boutique after a quick shower.
>The ringing of a delicate bell announces your arrival at the boutique.
>You're actually surprised that the door was unlocked, most businesses are closed by now.
>The clock on the wall says it's a quarter after six.

>A quick glance at the clock says it's a quarter to six.
>The boutique is technically closed now, but you've been so very busy lately it's hard to keep up!
>This dress repair is a simple enough job, and you'll be finished in no time.
>The quintessential 'little black dress' for a simple yet elegant mare.
>You have to admit, Octavia has a firm grasp of simplicity and understatement.
>Like a classier version of Pinkie Pie's sister.
>Maud is a sweet and innocent thing, but it would not hurt her to go out a bit more often.
>These thoughts combined with the mechanical hum of the sewing machine cause you to completely miss the bell at the door.
>Moments later, the little bell on the counter rings.
"Just a minuuuute~" you call out, finishing the stitching.
>Tying the thread off, you hold up the repaired dress and levitate it to a nearby rack.
>Another fashion crisis solved!
>You hum a little tune as you go to see your visitor.
"Ah, Miss Octavia! I just finished your garment and I must say, you have a knack for subtlety!"
>"It's not a big deal, I just don't want to distract from my music."
"I don't know about that dear, why, with your figure this dress must draw the eye of every colt in Fillydelphia!"
>She paws the floor, embarassed.
>"I don't know much about fashion Miss Rarity, Vinyl just said that I really 'rocked' it so I bought it..."
"Well I daresay your friend knows what she's talking about!" you assure her as you use your magic to bring the dress to the counter.
>She rummages through her saddlebags and produces a checkbook as you write up the bill.
"The orchestra is having a reprise performance this Saturday, isn't it?"
>"Yes, we are." she nods.
"There's a party at my friend Fluttershy's on Sunday, you should come." you suggest, pushing the bill across the counter and laying the dress down. "And I'm sure Lyra will be there, so don't think of telling me you won't know anyone~"
>"We'll see..." she mumbles, scribbling a signature across the check.
"Well I hope *we'll see* you there!" you giggle as you hoof over the dress.
>The grey mare simply nods as she drapes the dress across her saddlebags.
>As she exits, you collect your bits and checks and store them in the safe.
>Cleaning up your work room, you hear the bell at the door chime.
>Of course, you forgot to change the sign to 'closed'!
>Shaking your head at your own foolish mistake, you quickly head to the front of the shop.
"I'm terribly sorry, but we're- oh, Rose! It's been a while darling, how are you?"
>With a smile, Roseluck flips the sign for you.
"Redheart and I are going to The Punchbowl, are you free?"
>"Hmm, I suppose I can leave the cleaning for tomorrow. So yes, lead the way!"


>A bell out front signals the arrival of today's final appointment.
>An after work usual for Cloudchaser.
>You actually wish Aloe was here.
>Normally you do your best to push these off onto her.
>But it seems your own schedule has failed you today.
>With a sigh, you finish your tea as Lyra gets to her hooves.
>"Thanks for the advice Lotus, I think I know what I'm going to do tonight now."
"Anytime." you smile.
>Making your way into the lobby, Lyra follows a few hooves behind you, nearly bumping into you when you come to a halt in the doorway.
>Cloudchaser is here, as expected.
>She brought you roses.
>Buck.
"Hello, Miss Cloudchaser. Are you ready to begin?"
>She sets the roses on the counter and trots up to you.
>You know you can call me Cloudy, Lotus."
"It would be unprofessional."
>"Aw, come on Lotus. Don't shut me out like that-"
"Miss Cloudchaser, please. Are you ready to begin or not?"
>To your chagrin, Cloudchaser moves in closer while you can hear Lyra uncomfortably shifting on her hooves.
>You don't want to bring her into this, but then again, she might prove useful as an escape...
>The moment of introspection allows for Cloudchaser to sneak in a nuzzle and get nose to nose with you.
>Trying to step back, you bump into your clueless herdmate, leaving you with only inches to lean back.
>Looking around there isn't another escape option...
"Miss Cloudchaser, please control yourself. There is another pony here."
>"I don't mind if Lyra wants to watch~"
"Lyra has been to the spa before, she is familiar with the standard services already."
>"Then let's show her something new." she says leaning in again.
>"I, um, I should go-"
>Damn it!
>Just...damn them both!
>Damn Lyra's timid innocence!
>And double damn this stupid stubborn lesbian pegasus!
"There will be nothing to show her, Miss Cloudchaser." you snort. "I am afraid I am going to have to ask you to leave."
>"What?"
"I am asking you to leave, Miss Cloudchaser."
>"Don't do this, Lotus. Please don't-"
"You gave me no choice. I'm sorry." you say, looking away.
>"No! You do have a choice! Just tell me what I need to do better!" she pleads.
>Closing your eyes, you steel your heart and think of your Herd.
"I am afraid there is nothing you can do, Miss Cloudchaser."
>"Lotus, don't do this!"
"Please leave."
>"I love you!"
"Don't-"
>"I do!"
"Miss Cloud-"
>"Is this because of /him/?" she asks, eyes narrowing as her tone suddenly shifts.
"It is because you cannot take no for an answer."
>"But why is the answer 'no'?"
"It doesn't matter."
>"Well it matters to me!"
"Fine!" you shout as the dam bursts. "It's because I'm not the wild mare I used to be! I just want to settle down, find a home and start a family. And- And I don't think that's too much to ask for!
>"Just give me a chance, Lotus, please!"
"Miss Cloudchaser-"
>She lunges in for a kiss and you nearly knock Lyra over as you jolt backwards.
"Miss Cloudchaser! I am not a single mare anymore, please leave!"
>"So this is because of Anonymous." she growls.
"This is because you are boorish and stubborn and crude! It has nothing to do with him!"
>"And now you're defending him! I knew it, that bucking -ape- shows back up and everypony loves him! All the mares fawn over him!" she shouts, wings flaring. "He's so this, and he's so that, and now he takes the mare I've been chasing for months!"
"How- how dare you!" you stammer, shocked at her language. "Get out! Get out and stay out!"
>"I thought you were a real great mare, Lotus" Cloudchaser says, taking to the air "but you're just another bit-digging whorse!"
>With a spin, she flies out of the spa, door slamming shut behind her.
>Panting and miserable, you turn around to go into the back only to end up face to face with a shell-shocked Lyra.
>Taking a step forward, you wrap a hoof around her neck and pull her close.
"I'm so sorry you had to be here for that."
>She wordlessly hugs you back.
>Pulling away, she looks you in the eyes, then rears up and wraps both hooves around your neck.
>Sitting down, you return the embrace and start to sniffle.
>"Don't listen to her, Lotus! You're an amazing mare, and I know that Anon thinks so too!"
>You feel a little bad leaning on poor Lyra, but you can't help it as the tears roll down your face and you start to cry.

>You have never been so uncomfortable in your life!
>When things between Lotus and Cloudchaser got tense, you just froze up.
>It shouldn't have been you there.
>It should have been Aloe.
>It should have been Roseluck.
>It should have been Anon.
>They would have all stood up for Lotus.
>But you...
>...you just stood there.
>Holding the bawling blue mare now that Cloudchaser is gone is the least you could do.
>She gave you so much advice earlier.
>Great advice!
>You had a plan to go and setup a surprise for Anonymous and you weren't even nervous about it!
>It was a foolproof plan!
>You still really want to do it too...but you can't just leave Lotus.
>So you're here with her, next to the desk in the lobby of the spa, holding her while she cries into your mane.
>What do you even say to her?
>She's normally so strong and confident.
>Lotus always has a plan, even if it's a little bit crazy!
>She had told you about the night she had spent with Anon.
>It was a miracle your ears didn't catch on fire!
>You want to be held like that!
>And maybe...maybe some of the other stuff too!
>Yes!
>Sweet Celestia, your face is heating up just thinking about it.
>Calm yourself, Lyra!
>You've got to help Lotus!
>Hnnnngh.
>What would Roseluck do?
>...
>...
>...well, she wouldn't leave her here in the spa.
"Lotus? Lotus, I'm going to go lock up, okay?"
>Slowly the mare lets go of you and nods.
>Leaving her to contemplate the floor, you quickly trot to the door and throw the latch before flipping the "open" sign to "closed".
>"Is there anything else you need to do before we leave?"
>"I-I need to do a few things..."
"Like what?"
>"I need to put away the oils and drain the tubs...and shut down the sauna..."
"Well c'mon! I'll help and then you'll be done twice as fast!"
>She sniffs then offers a small smile and a nod.
>That's a good sign, probably!



>"I simply do not understand how you can stand it, dear!"
>"You get used to the bodily fluids after a while." Redheart shrugs, taking a hearty gulp from her glass. "And I'm helping ponies, which is what matters."
"You're a saint, Red." you say, refilling your own glass from the communal punch bowl in the center of the table.
>Berry makes a mean sangria.
>"Sainted, but single." she sighs dramatically.
>Oh boy, we've hit /this/ part of the evening.
>"It really is a pity about Whooves, darling. I thought you two were lovely together."
>"So did I, but he travels a lot and isn't ready to settle down..." she agrees glumly.
"No hot doctors at the hospital?"
>Redheart snorts into her glass.
>"In this backwater? No, just a couple of old stallions in white coats- not that it stops them from hitting on the nursing staff."
"Ugh, don't remind me. Doctor Suture was hitting on Lily the other day and I had to make up an excuse to call into the back of the store before Daisy kicked him in the teeth."
>"Isn't Doctor Horse fairly young?" Rarity asks.
>"Fairly young and fairly married."
"But he's a doctor...surely he can afford a second wife?"
>"That's true. I hadn't thought about it, but I wouldn't mind herding with him and Milano..."
>"Speaking of herds-"
>Oh for bucks sake.
>Here it comes.
>"-how are things with Anonymous, darling?"
"They're just fine. He's busier than ever, but I get the impression that that is simply how Anon is."
>"Ha, you have no idea darling. He can be the absolutely most focused being I have ever met, and if nopony stops him he will run himself into the ground with one thing or another."
"I'm starting to see that." you grumble "But the house should be done by Hearthswarming and hoofball only has this weekend and next before the playoffs -which his team has no hope of making."
>"Indeed, did you practice that line with him?"
"I know, I know. It's pretty similar to what he usually says..."
>"Rose, dear, it is /exactly/ what he always says."
"But that doesn't make it untrue!" you protest.
>"I suppose you are correct. I am still going to give him an earful for not focusing on building his herd next time I see him."
"Oh, planning to give me a run for my bits, Rarity?"
>Redheart snorts into her cup while Rarity feigns ignorance.
>"What are you suggesting, Roseluck?"
"You seem to like running the Herd, are you interested in a spot?" you tease your friend. "Maybe the /alpha/ spot?"
>"I'm sorry...n-no, I'm afraid I'm more of a... a monogamous mare."
"Your loss." you shrug.
>"I wouldn't blame you for being interested, Rares." Redheart chimes in. "I've had him in when he hurt his arm, and -while he claims he isn't in as good of shape as he used to be- I can tell you that he could sweep you off your hooves and hold you /all night long/."
>"Ha." she scoffs "It sounds like you're the one interested in him. Was it a coincidence that he ended up in your exam room, I wonder?"
>"Anon isn't going to chase an older mare like me, just look at his herd!"
"Filly, you are twenty seven. You are the same age he is."
>"And you're what, twenty two? And Lyra's only been out of the Academy for a year..."
"I don't think Anon actually knows how old any of us are."
>"Hmmm, well, he knows how old the girls and I are..." Rarity muses "But he thought we were all older."
"That must have gone well." you say with a knowing smirk."
>"Yes, well, after a moment of well-earned indignation, Anonymous explained that humans almost /all/ go to Academy, so he was a bit surprised to find out that I opened the boutique as soon as I finished school."
>"So humans just take longer to do everything, huh?" Red asks thoughtfully, sipping on her drink.
>"Yes, just about." Rarity nods.
>You sigh internally.
>Anon is wonderful and clearly wants what's best for his herd...
>...but would it kill him to pick up the pace a little?


>An hour and a half in and you're feeling a lot better.
>Commiserating with your friends is always a good way relieve the stress of the week!
>Even if the week isn't actually over yet.
>Venting about your sisters got plenty of sympathy from the others.
>Particularly Rarity.
>Sweetie Belle can't be half as bad as Rarity makes her out to be.
>There's no way that a filly as happy and kind as her causes that much trouble!
>"-but I couldn't afford not to finish the job, so I simply worked through the mess and spent half of the next morning cleaning up after her!"
"You're going to make an excellent mother some day, Rarity."
>"My parents would have swatted me if I acted like that!" Redheart adds.
>"Well, I don't know about all of that, but thank you."
>"This has been fun, girls, but I need to go if I'm going to make it to work on time." Redheart announces, getting onto unsteady hooves.
>"Will you be alright getting home, dear?"
>"I'll be fine. We should do this again!"
"Oh Red, before I forget-" you say, hopping to your hooves. "Anon doesn't wear his arm sling all the time."
>"Let me guess: it's uncomfortable."
"Yes, that's what he usually says."
>"Sweaty?"
"Also that."
>"Unfashionable?"
"You know Rarity, he really hasn't brought that up."
>"Colts."
>"Colts."
"Any ideas on how to get him to wear it more?"
>"Well," Red ponders aloud "He could wrap his arm in a towel and change them out when they get sweaty. That would definitely help one of the problems, and help the other a little bit."
"I think the discomfort is just because of the neck strap..."
>"Oh, the hospital probably gave him one of the cheap ones. When he comes in for his follow up I'll get him one with the little pad for his neck."
>"Do give him a little ribbing for me, darling. Such a tough colt whining about his arm sling being uncomfortable, of all the nonsense..."
"I think that would be good for him." you nod.
>Giving Redheart a hug, you watch her weave past the other tables and out of the bar.


>You managed to get Lotus home.
>Working together seemed to help her clear her head.
>You knew she'd be fine, she's such a strong mare!
>Sure, there was some more crying when she got home.
>But Cloudchaser said some mean things!
>And Lotus told you that Cloudchaser had been hitting on her for months.
>At first she didn't think anything of it.
>But lately it had gotten more... aggressive.
>She also told you about what happened at the last bonfire.
>You assured her that Anon would never have done that if he had known.
>You did /not/ tell her that maybe going to a party /hosted by Cloudchaser/ wasn't the best idea.
>There was a lot the two of you talked about.
>Still, after you left, you had gone to Sugarcube Corner and picked up some cupcakes.
>Okay, /a lot/ of cupcakes.
>But that's part of the plan!
>You had left a box on the counter at Lotus' home, she was already asleep.
>And then you had brought a box with you to the castle.
>But Anon still wasn't back...
>You start to wonder where he could be while you open the cupcakes and set up a few party shots.
>Celestia bless Pinkie Pie, you're gonna need the alcohol to keep from freaking out!
>But where is Anon?
>...it's pretty late.
>What if he's staying in Canterlot another night?
>You light a few candles and open the sheets of the bed.
>Aloe might have only been going for one night, while Anon stays longer for work!
>He /is/ an important pony after all!
>You roll over a few times, practicing your best sexy pose.
>Maybe Rose found him first?
>You catch sight of yourself in Anon's mirror.
>Bed open, candles lit, a little tray of shots and cupcakes on the nightstand...
>Laying on your belly, a sheet laid carefully under your tail to cover just enough...
>What if he brought Aloe home with him tonight!
>Looking around again, you can't help but worry.
>It's a real possibility!
>You never asked Anon what his plans were, so he doesn't know you're planning anything!
>He might bring her over and find you like this!
>What would Anon say?
>What would Aloe say?
>What would you do?
>Die of embarrassment, probably.
>Suddenly this all seems like such a rash idea.
>You're not sure you can do this anymore!
>Your ears twitch as you hear somepony in the hall- oh no, what if it's Anon and Aloe!?
>Tumbling out of the bed, you race to the balcony...
>No way, you'll never make it!
>Pressing your back to the wall, you listen...


>"You know Roseluck, you may be the best thing that's ever happened to Anon."
"I just want him to heal."
>"Oh, no, not that. Well, not /just/ that." she qualifies. "I know that it is a matter of time before he falls back into his old ways. But with you around, he just might be saved."
"I'm not doing anything special." you sigh "I just try to be there for him and he does the same for me."
>"It must be nice to have backup." Rarity smiles. "Especially since he didn't just go for one, but both of the fillies over at the spa."
>You narrow your eyes and jab an accusatory hoof at her.
"So that was your doing!"
>"I didn't exactly plan it to go that way, but yes, I did know that I was putting two very eligible mares into direct contact with Anonymous."
"The girls are great, but Lotus can be a real hoofful sometimes."
>"Don't underestimate Aloe." Rarity smirks "She's quiet and shy and a very smart mare."
"But she doesn't seem interested in being the alpha..."
>"Heavens no, Aloe would hate that!" Rarity laughs, then looks you in the eyes. "Is that the problem you're having with Lotus?"
"I... I think so."
>"Rose, Anonymous is a dear friend. I also count both you and Lotus as good friends. I cannot, and will not, dictate your relationships."
>You nod.
>"That being said, I am pledged to help Anon build this herd of his, and I am not above giving a friend advice over drinks." she concludes with a wink.
>You slowly lift your cup to your lips and take a deep sip.
>Rarity lifts her own in reply.
>"Now tell me, dear, is there anything in particular that you want to know?"


>Exhaling in relief, you slump down against the wall.
>It was just Twilight.
>You take a minute to let your heart recover.
>Come on Heartstrings, get it together!
>You can do this!
>Looking at the cupcakes and shots, you decide that, with a little rearrangement, you can probably pilfer a few.
>Moving things around a bit, you're able to steal three cupcakes and two shots.
>You destroy the first cupcake and chase it with a shot.
>Okay, okay, okay... remember what Lotus said.
>Aloe has work tomorrow morning, she won't be coming over to spend the night.
>Slowly you chew on a mouthful of the second cupcake.
>There is no reason for Rose to be with him, and she's probably already asleep.
>You munch on the cupcake while breathing slowly.
>Lotus is obviously not up to stealing him tonight.
>And she knows your plan anyways.
>She wouldn't do that to you.
>It occurs to you, as you finish the second cupcake, that Lotus probably needs Anon right now.
>Unwrapping the last cupcake, you admire the contrast of the chocolate cake and the mint frosting.
>The little pin in it that says 'eat me!' is a nice touch.
>You're glad Pinkie dragged you to that party.
>Rose had told you about it, but you didn't really know Anonymous and didn't want to come off as a weirdo.
>But Pinkie had insisted.
>And now you're here, in his bed, plotting to use him for cuddles.
>Maybe that won't be the only plot used tonight!
>You can feel the heat in your ears.
>Calm yourself, Lyra!
>Taking an oversized bite you check the clock.
>It's a little after midnight.
>As you ask where he could be for the tenth time, you hear a distant train whistle.
>Aha!
>Probably the last train of the night!
>You polish off the last of the cupcake, pound the second shot and toss the evidence in the trash.
>Hopping back onto the bed, you practice your sexy pose again.
>Yes, this is perfect.
>...what if he wasn't on that train though?
>You have to know!
>...!
>You can see halfway to the station from Anon's balcony!
>Rushing outside you watch to see if he's coming towards the castle.



>At home in your room, you stare restlessly out the window and across the market.
>The calming scent of flowers in the shop below is taking extra long lulling you to sleep tonight.
>You've been thinking about Daisy and Lily.
>And what went on earlier.
>Why is Anon taking so long to choose an alpha mare?
>Is he planning to wait until he has found all seven mares?
>That could be a long wait.
>Or maybe...maybe Aloe and Lotus were right?
>You felt like Anon trusted you the way a stallion trusts his alpha, but maybe that's just him being a human?
>It is possible that you misread him.
>After all, Lotus was right, you were the first...but you're not the alpha yet.
>The idea troubles you more than you're comfortable admitting.
>You've always been the leader amongst your sisters.
>Could you be happy following another mare?
>Anon and Rarity are very close, and she's known him for so long...
>...if she joined, it would be natural for her to become the alpha.
>You like Rarity a lot.
>She's a really kind and generous mare.
>She's always been there to listen.
>...
>But you still can't help but feel upset at the idea of being passed over.
>With a sigh, you roll over.
>Hmmm.
>Maybe you could change his mind.
>Yes.
>You'll do a little digging, find out what his thoughts are, and then maybe you'll earn that spot.
>No, not maybe.
>You can and you will.
>Tomorrow you'll write to Cadence for some more advice.
>Your chat with Rarity already gave you a good start.
>You will show Anon how smoothly the Herd will run with you at his side.
>And then maybe you can help nudge him along a little faster.
>As your eyelids begin to droop, you hear a train whistle as it rolls into town.


>You are Anonymous, and goddamn are you tired.
>It's been a great week.
>You got a lot of work done.
>Landed a big project.
>(Okay, that might not be so great, but the bits sure are!)
>You finally cleared the air with Cadence.
>And you got to take the surprisingly cultured Aloe to Canterlot!
>Speaking of, the train is coming into the station, so it is time to rouse the pink pony from her sleep.
>It doesn't take much for her to open two sleepy sapphire eyes.
"Hey, we're in Ponyville."
>She lets out an adorable yawn before rolling onto her hooves.
>The train comes to a full stop and you follow her into the cold night air.
>Just as the castle comes into full view, you stop.
"Are you coming home with me tonight?"
>"I have work in the morning, sorry."
"I kind of figured. Can't trust that Lotus on her own for too long."
>She giggles sleepily and you take a knee.
>Giving her a hug and a quick kiss, you part ways.
>A few minutes later you're dragging your sorry butt up the stairs.
>Putting your key into the lock, you push the door open.
>Looking up, your eyes go wide.
>"H-hi Anon! Welcome home!"

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Chapter 13
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>The morning sun filters through the windows, casting a warm glow throughout your bedroom.
>Curled up against you, casting a warm glow throughout your covers, is Lyra.
>A grin creeps across your face as you remember how nervous -and ticklish!- she was.
>Even now you can hear the echoes of her giggling like a school filly ringing about the room.
>A sudden awkwardness overtakes you as you consider that these walls may not be terribly soundproof...
>Ah well.
>When all was said and done, you had wrapped an arm around her as she curled up beside you.
>Which brings you to now.
>Lyra is a good pony -albeit a particularly cuddly one- and you're lucky to have her.
>She slowly starts to stir, so you pause your introspection to wrap her in both arms and roll her on top of you, gently running your hands through that soft and messy mane of hers.
>Lying on top of you, her slightly frazzled bedmane radiates in the morning sun, like a fuzzy aura around your snoozing angel.
>She blinks blearily a few times and releases a huge but silent yawn.
"Morning, sunshine."
>"Hmmm." she sighs, laying her head back down on your chest.
>Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, you notice that it's already well after ten.
"Hey Lyra?"
>"Mmmph?"
"Don't you have a performance today?"
>"Mhmm."
"When do you have to be there?"
>"Urgh." she slowly lifts her head. "It's an afternoon performance, so I've got to be there by noon."
>Reaching up to scratch behind one of her ears earns you a contented groan.
>With your other arm you snag the alarm clock and bring it up to Lyra's snout.
>Removing the hand from her ears, you waggle the clock so that the little hammer *tinks* against the bells causing Lyra to open her eyes.
>"Wha...OH MY CELESTIA I NEED TO GO!"
>Lyra leaps off of you in an almost cartoonish fashion.
>You grunt at the force applied to your gut.
>Luckily ponies are pretty light, and hey -at least her bottom hooves hit the mattress instead of somewhere else!
>You watch as she shoves an entire cupcake into her mouth then rushes into the bathroom.
>Furiously chewing, she starts the shower and hops in.
>Slowly stretching, you amble over to the bathroom door.
"Lyra, did I leave any mare shampoo in there?"
>"Ummm...yes!"
"Okay. So what's the plan here?"
>"Oh, well, my black dress is on the back of the bathroom door, so I'm going to clean up and get dressed and then I'll head over to the auditorium!"
"You don't need to do anything with your hair, or makeup or anything like that?"
>"I knew I forgot something!"
"Do you need me to run to your place-"
>"No no no, I've got some emergency stuff in my locker backstage!" she says, waving a hoof from behind the curtain. "This, uh, this isn't the first time I've been running late."
>You can't help but laugh, as you step away from the bathroom door and unwrap a leftover cupcake.
>Breakfast of champions.

>With Lyra on her way, you find yourself with some free time.
>Showering gives you a few minutes to consider your options.
>You could start on the new drawings for the gardens...
>...or you could go check in on Roseluck!
>Better plan!
>Also, you can send some flowers to Lyra.
>Maybe with an apology note for keeping her up so late.
>It isn't really your fault.
>If you had known she was going to be waiting for you, you might have caught an earlier train home.
>Ah well.
>Stepping out of the shower, you towel down, quickly shave and get dressed.
>A few minutes after that you're out the door.

>The soft chime of a bell heralds your arrival at the Ponyville Florist.
>At the counter, Lily perks up as you enter.
>"Anon! Here for flowers or for Rosey?"
"Both."
>"Business before pleasure?"
"Makes sense to me. I need some flowers for Lyra. Something both as a congratulations on a successful concert series, and also as an apology for making her late this morning."
>Lily offers a playful smirk and leans in.
>"What did you do?"
>You lean in as well.
"That" you answer "Is between myself and Lyra."
>As she starts to scrunch, you give her a wink, and her scrunch is replaced by a light blush.
"So about those flowers..."

>Putting your faith in Lily, as you know more or less nothing about flowers, you lean against the wall and shoot the breeze with her while she works.
>"So yeah, Dad wasn't real impressed and kind of... ran him off."
"Ouch. I didn't think your Dad seemed like that bad of a guy, but then again, it sounds like Caramel didn't make the greatest first impression."
>"But you're not dating /me/, you're dating /Rose/ and that means that Dad is going to back off a little."
"Seriously?"
>"Dad and Rosey have always been close, but after he ran off a few of her coltfriends in Fillydelphia she decided to move here."
"And you and Daisy just up and followed her?"
>"Pretty much." she shrugs "But yeah, Dad has been a little more careful since then."
>She ambles over and lays the completed bouquet on the counter and rings you up.
>"Of course, it doesn't seem like the fancy architect who happens to be a star hoofball player on the weekend had any trouble getting past him."
"We've got a tight end that's single." you offer, placing your bits on the counter. "I could introduce you."
>She just wrinkles her nose at the idea.
"Hey, don't say I didn't offer." you laugh. "So where is Rose?"
>"Oh, she's upstairs with Daisy...they're having a bit of a talk."
"A bit of a talk?"
>She nods.
"Should I come back later?"
>She nods.
"I'm going to go take these to the auditorium then."
>She nods.
>Mares.

>Having left the flowers (and a few bits) with an usher who promised to deliver them at the end of the performance, you returned to the Flower Sisters' shop.
>Lily looks up from a magazine at the counter.
"They still up there?"
>She nods.
"Can I ask what they're talking about?"
>"You'll have to ask Rosey when they're done."
>Shrugging, you take up your position along the wall again.
>A few minutes pass in silence.
>"Anon?" Lily asks.
"Yesss?"
>"You really like Rosey, don't you?"
"I think that's pretty obvious."
>"Do you think she'd be a good alpha?"
>You honestly haven't given it much thought.
>Cadence had told you about alpha mares.
>But from what she said, it almost seemed like it would be better if you waited.
>After all, what would happen if you made a choice and then-
>"Hellooo, Equestria to Anon!"
"Sorry, I was thinking. This whole Herd thing is a little...complicated sometimes."
>"And what about my question?"
"Oh, well, yes. I think Rose would make for an excellent herd alpha."
>"I think so too."
"Building your own herd, are we?"
>"No, I was just making a suggestion."
>"What is she suggesting?" Roseluck asks as she follows Daisy down the stairs.
"I'll tell you later." you chuckle. "Busy?"
>"I suppose I could clear some time for you, if Daisy and Lily don't mind."
>Daisy nods, and Lily enthusiastically waves you off.
>"Have fun!" she says, pushing Rose along until you're out the door.
"Well, I was going to just hang out on the couch upstairs, but since we've been kicked out of the shop...lunch?"
>"You sure don't act like you're hurting for bits." she shoots back "But I could eat."

>Sitting across from Rose at a little cafe down the street, you gaze absently at the ponies outside as Rose ponders the menu.
>With the street opening up into the market square just a few shops up the way, this street remains lively -even on weekdays.
>The sound of laminated paper hitting the table and a quiet hum cues you to return your attention to your marefriend.
>Her eyes are closed and she seems lost in thought.
"Having that hard of a time deciding?" you ask skeptically.
>She opens her eyes and fixes you with a confused look.
>"What? No. I was thinking about something else."
"Oh? Care to share with the class?"
>"How's your arm?"
"Oh. Uh, fine I guess?" you shrug, flexing a little. "Still sore, but nothing to be concerned about."
>"But I am concerned about it."
"Why?"
>"It's been almost a week since the game, if it was just a little banged up it should have been healed by now, shouldn't it?"
"I guess?"
>"And maybe if someone had worn his sling like he was supposed to, it would be by now, hmmm?"
>You sigh.
>She's right, but come on.
>It's not that big of a deal.
>"Anon?" she asks, placing her hoof on your hand. "I know you don't think that it's a big deal, but after lunch can you go home and put it on, for me?"
>She stares at you with those deep green eyes...
>Ack!
>Your heart!
>Her sincerity is super effective!
"How can I say no to you?" you chuckle. "I'll do it as soon as I get home."
>Her smile grows into a full-blown grin.
"So what was the big discussion about earlier?"
>She cocks her head for a second.
>"What do you mean?"
"I came by earlier, but you were busy." you explain "So I bought Lyra some flowers, arranged for their delivery, came back, and still waited a while for you."
>She stares at you blankly.
"I figured it must have been important."
>She shifts in her seat a bit, but before she can answer, the waiter arrives and takes your order.
>The minute or two it takes is enough for her to sort out her thoughts.
>"We were talking about how complex Herding can be sometimes."
"Ah, it must be nice having sisters to talk to about that."
>"It really is. Even if we fight about things sometimes, they really are the best."
"I know I'm not very good at talking about that kind of stuff, and, well, Cadence has made it clear that I am also very ignorant about a lot of it too, so sorry if I make your life difficult sometimes."
>"You are unbelievably oblivious sometimes." she smiles while shaking her head. "But all four of us know that it is just because you don't know any better, and we've accepted that."
"Still, it's something I could improve-"
>"It is, and you should. But in the meantime, it's kind of cute watching you when you're out of your element."
"Glad to be of service." you say, rolling your eyes. "So other than my cluelessness, what else makes things complicated?"
>"Well, um..."
>Rose looks to the side, brow furrowed.
>After a few moments, she seems to come to some decision in her head.
>"It actually still has to do with you being clueless." she starts "But it would be a delicate situation in any herd."
"I'm listening."
>"And particularly yours, because it is going to be so big...but Daisy and Lily, well they just kind of assumed that I was the alpha mare."
"Okay. I can see how they would think that."
>"You- you do!?"
>Straightening up (when did you even lean in?) you sit back and take a sip of coffee.
"You were the first, and you -like myself- like to be in the know."
>"So what does that mean?"
>Ah, this.
"Honestly Rose, if I was building a four mare herd, with the four ponies I am dating right now, you would be my choice for alpha."
>"...but?"
"But I am building a seven mare herd. And if we take the hypothetical to its extreme, let's say that one of the princesses joined the herd. I do not know if you would be able to lead Princess Celestia."
>"Anon, don't be ridiculous." Rose replies "The Princess is not going to join your herd."
"I know, I asked." you quip, causing Rose to choke on her water.
>You can't keep the shit-eating grin off your face as she recomposes herself.
"It was a joke, but still. Like I said, I was taking the hypothetical to its extreme." you continue "I don't know who is going to fill those last three spots, and I don't know how they will affect the Herd dynamics."
>"So you're going to wait until you have your whole Herd built?"
"It wouldn't be right otherwise. I want to do what's right for the Herd, and I can't know that until I know who is in the Herd."
>You can tell that the idea makes her uncomfortable.
>Which in turn makes your heart sink a little.
>But before you can say anything more, she closes her eyes and nods resolutely.
>"Okay, Anon. I understand what you're saying, and I see the reasons behind it." she says tersely. "I won't deny that it makes me nervous, but it makes sense."
"I'm glad-"
>"BUT! That doesn't mean I like it!" she interrupts, before her expression softens "I'll just have to work a little harder."
>She accentuates her point by running a hoof up the inside of your leg.
"I-I didn't think you were so competitive, Rose."
>"First born."
"Ah." you say insightfully, secretly glad that ponies legs aren't that long.
>It was something you might expect from Lotus.
>Or maybe even Lyra, after last night...
>...though Lyra wouldn't have been so smooth about it.
>It seems you have underestimated Roseluck.
>"Something wrong?" she asks, fixing you again with those bright green eyes.
"I just...thinking about the whole alpha thing."
>"Anon."
>You look up at her.
>"Are you going to make a decision about it while we're at lunch?"
"No" you respond, cocking an eyebrow.
>"Then let's just talk about something else."
>Surprised, you accept her wisdom.
>It's good sense, thinking about it will only drag down your lunch date.
>And it clearly bothers Rose.
>Which bothers you.
>Even though you know you are acting logically, your heart still sags at the thought that something you're doing is upsetting her.
"So you said you went out with Rarity and who else?"
>"Redheart."
"The nurse?"
>"The one and only."
"I smell a setup." you say narrowing your eyes at the pony across the table.
>"From me? Never." she quips back.
"And to think I trusted you." you lament, clutching your heart in feigned betrayal.
>"And you should. Somepony has to take care of you."
"I am an adult and I can make my own choices."
>"You can and you sure have." she says rolling her eyes.
"I sense some disapproval."
>"There's a reason you were told to choose seven mares."
"I'm just that good."
>Rose snorts daintily.
>"You're a hoofful."
"You like it." you chide, now sporting a huge grin.
>"Celestia help me, I do."


>Lunch continues uneventfully after that.
>You tell Rose about your trip to Canterlot.
>Omitting the increase in the scope of the garden project for now...
>...you really need to figure out how you're going to handle that.
>Later.
>You'll figure it out later.
>And Rose fills you in on the ever exciting life of a florist in podunk Ponyville.
>After paying the bill, the two of you make your way back across the market.
>"Anon! I'm so glad I finally found you!" Aloe exclaims, rushing up to you and Rose as you reach the flower shop.
"Aloe? Is something wrong? Not that I'm not happy to see you, but-"
>Roseluck bumps your leg and you shut up.
>"It's Lotus. She... she needs you right now. And I only have ten minutes left of my lunch break, so I need to hurry back."
 "Alright, I'm coming-"
>She leaps up against you and plants a kiss on your cheek.
>"You can stay and say goodbye to Roseluck, just promise me that you'll go see Lotus right after?"
"I can do that." you say, planting a kiss of your own on her forehead.
>Dropping to her hooves, the pink mare races off towards the spa.
>The two of you watch from the street as she rounds a corner and is gone.
"Maybe you should come too?"
>Rose quickly shakes her head.
>"Without knowing what is wrong, me being there might make things worse."
"What? Why?"
>Rose pushes through the door and into the shop, and you follow.
>She leads you upstairs where you take your usual place on the couch, Roseluck hopping up to lay against you.
>"Anon, you're a very successful gentlecolt who comes from a place where stallions have to work a lot harder to woo a mare than they do here."
"I mean, yes, that is true." you reply, slowly running a hand through her mane. "But I don't remember you and I ever talking about that... Oh God, was I drunk rambling? I'm sorry-"
>Rose giggles and tips her head back to silence you with a peck on the lips.
>"No, Anon. Rarity told me about it. We had a girls night out -me, Rarity and Redheart."
"Ohhh." you sigh, relieved.
>"What I was saying is that, well, in any town larger than Ponyville, there would be riots fighting over you."
"I highly doubt that." you reply, furrowing your brow. "I never drew much attention in Canterlot."
>"Because you never left your office." Rose shoots back. "But we're digressing. I don't know why Lotus is upset Anon, but if she feels she might be pushed out, having me come with you-"
"-would make things worse. I get it."
>"See? You'll figure out how mares work eventually."
"I like to think I know how to work a mare." you quip, catching one of her ears.
>"Hmmm...you should really go see Lotus, but I won't mind if you stay for a little longer."
>And you do.
>Just for a bit.
>You've been rather busy and haven't made as much time for Rose as you should have.
>Eventually you ruffle her mane with a sigh, and she takes her cue to get up.
>She sees you out the door, sending you off with a reminder to get your sling.
>Rolling your eyes, you divert course to pick it up, then plot a new heading for the Spa.

>When the little bell rings overhead, you are met with silence.
>A sign at the desk says that all masseuses are busy at the moment.
>It indicates to pencil yourself into the appointment book though.
>Looking around, you decide that coltfriend privilege allows you to head into the back.
>You won't actually go into any of the rooms, you'll just... listen?
>That'll have to work.
>And it does.
>Wandering the halls, you hear Aloe with a customer in a room, but otherwise the spa is empty.
>It occurs to you that Aloe never said where Lotus was.
>Shrugging, you head out of the spa and down the street to an increasingly familiar townhouse.

>Inside the home everything is quiet.
>Despite the bright autumn sun filling the room with a soft, white light, Lotus lies passed out on a couch.
>An empty bottle of wine sits next to a used glass on the coffee table.
>A couple of travel magazines lie on the floor next to the couch.
>One of them is in the middle of the room.
>Interesting.
>You can't help but hope that Aloe's trip with you didn't start a fight.
>The alcohol probably didn't help.
>Leaving Lotus lie, you quietly begin to pick up.
>You take the glass and set it in the sink.
>You drop the bottle in the recycle bin.
>You pick up all the magazines.
>As you awkwardly try to one-handedly shuffle them into a neat stack, Lotus lets out a giant yawn and groans to life.
>Blinking the sand from her eyes, she stops dead when she notices you.
>Her eyes dart to the magazines on the table, then around the room, then back to you.
>"A-Anon..."
"Hey pretty pony, how are you feeling?"
>"Anon, I-" she starts to choke up and, before you know it, she starts crying.
>She's struggling for words, and you have no idea what to do.
>Flailing for options, you discard your sling and revert to your favorite human tactic.
>You pick the pony up.
>Cradling her in your arms you can feel her tears as they soak into your shirt while you cross the room, dropping onto the love seat.
>No point trying to stop the tears, instead you choose to whisper quietly to her as she cries into your shoulder.
>You tell her she's beautiful.
>You tell her she's witty and clever.
>You tell her that she's a joy to be around.
>You tell her you love her.
>And slowly -very slowly- she begins to calm down.
>It is possibly the most uncomfortable half hour of your life.
>You dearly wish Aloe or Rose was here right now...
>But then again, what if Rose is right?
>It could make things worse.
>As the sobbing slowly becomes sniveling Lotus tries for words again.
>"A-Anon...I-I-I-"
"Shh, it's fine. We can work through whatever it is together." you assure her. "You and me, okay?"
>"Okay, o-okay..." she mumbles, burying her face in your neck.
>She nuzzles in deep, forcefully even.
>Not the light, playful, tickling nuzzles you're used to from Lotus, but the long, slow contact of someone taking comfort in you simply being there.
>So you do that.
>You choose to be there, and stay there, holding her tight.
>Just when she seems content you feel her tense up again so, biting the bullet, you reach a hand to gently stroke her mane.
"You want to tell me what's wrong?"
>She's silent, but you can feel her tuck her head in, rubbing against your shoulder as she silently nods.
"Take your time."
>It only takes a minute for the normally rambunctious mare to gather her thoughts.
>"You don't have to take me to the ocean."
>Now this is an unexpected turn.
"Does this have to do with the magazines?"
>"No! No, I just...I don't want you to feel like you have to take me anywhere just because we're dating..."
"What if I want to take you on a trip?"
>"I won't say no..."
"Do you still want to see the ocean?"
>Again, she nods silently against your shoulder.
"Then why the change of heart?"
>"I-I just- I just don't want you to think I'm a b-bit digging whorse!" she exclaims, waterworks flying back into action.
>You're simply too flabbergasted to even respond at first.
>Lyra had expressed that concern on your lunch date, but that's just Lyra.
>She seems constantly terrified of screwing up.
>You're starting to wonder if you're her first coltfriend.
>But Lotus...
>She's confident.
>Forward, even.
>So where did this come from?
>Deciding that you're tired of her nodding into your shoulder, you wrap her in your arms and shift position so that you're face to face.
>Or will be.
>She presses her face into your chest and wraps her arms around your neck, clinging tight.
>Only one person knows what's going on...
>Holding Lotus close against your chest, you lean in a little bit as you speak.
"Lotus, why would you ever worry about that?" you ask. "I want to spend time with you and the girls, and sometimes the best way to do that is to go far away from my office."
>As she starts to calm down again, she releases your neck and you shift her onto her back, cradling her head in one arm.
>Turning her head to avoid your gaze, she sniffs a little more as she tries to wipe the tears away, until you place a finger on her muzzle and use it to turn her head to look up at you.
>She tries to pull your hand away, but you seize the opportunity to bring the other one up to cradle her face, wiping a few tears free with your thumb.
"I don't think you're a bit-digger, Lotus. I think you're wonderful." you say, staring down at her.
>Her eyes dart to the side, avoiding yours still, but you can tell that your words are reaching her.
>Slowly the ears that lay flat a moment ago start to come back up.
>The tears cease to flow.
>A few sniffs are all that's left of the crying.
>You just hold her there, gently tracing the lines of her face.
>She sighs and settles into your arms.
>No rush.
>She'll tell you when she's ready.
>Instead, you decide to see how similar ponies are.
>A little experiment, if you will.
>Sliding one hand along her neck, she stretches her head up a little...something to investigate later.
>Right now, you bring that hand to seize an ear and gently rub it.
>She seems to like it, but not as much as Roseluck.
>Gently teasing a finger along the outer edge sets them to flicking in all directions.
>Lotus bats your hand away, but she's smiling.
>Indeed, just as ticklish there as Lyra.
"Oh, am I not allowed to play with those?" you say, going in for a second attack.
>"Anon!" she yelps, flailing her hooves at you as you try to get a hold of one of her ears.
>You relent, and she sighs in relief.
>Instead you return a hand to her neck.
>She turns her head to allow better access and you slowly run a hand back and forth across her fur.
>You keep this up for a few minutes before she starts to speak.
>"Cloudchaser came to the spa yesterday."
"Oh?"
>"She has been chasing me for a while... she was very persistent."
"Was she chasing you before the bonfire?" you ask, furrowing your brow.
>"Yes" she sighs "And I know, perhaps I sent the wrong signals by going."
"So what happened yesterday?"
>"She comes in after work often, but this time she brought flowers."
>You nod silently.
>"She...she tried to kiss me."
>Immediately your eyes pop open and you look down at her.
>You don't even remember closing them.
>But now alarms are sounding in the back of your head.
>"I turned her down again, and, well you came up." she starts to sniffle again "And... a-and then she called me a b-bit digging whorse."
>Giving the mare a comforting squeeze, you resolve to confront Cloudchaser.
>In public.
>Where everypony can hear.
>And she can't start a fight without lots of ponies seeing it.
>But you will need to talk to the other girls about it first.
>You can already hear Roseluck objecting.
>Maybe you'll even ask Cadence about it.
>There's no way you can let this slide...
>...but there might be rules or customs about this.
>Crazy goddamned horses.
>"Anon...don't be mad, I didn't kiss her back-"
>Realizing you're scowling you immediately relax.
"What? I'm not mad at you, Lotus." you say shaking your head. "I am furious with Cloudy though."
>"I know you probably want to do something about it, but please don't. Just- just forget about it."
"Lotus, I-"
>"It'll only spread it all over town! Please, just stay here with me and let it go!"
>Your mouth twitches irritably as you consider her request.
>On one hand, she is correct: such a confrontation would set tongues wagging.
>And in a town this small, gossip is faster than lightning.
>Still, the idea of not confronting the problem head-on irks you.
>It seems cowardly.
>You should defend your mares honor.
>Naturally, the bitch chose a time when both you and Aloe were out of town, leaving Lotus alone to fend off her unwanted advances.
>But your marefriend stood her ground.
>A strong, steadfast Stalliongrad mare.
>She was strong for you, isn't it your job now to be strong for her?
>It seems she is looking for inner strength.
>A pair of hooves pull you down to her level.
>As your lips meet hers, you resolve that -for Lotus- you will not publically confront Cloudchaser...
>...But you are still going to consult Rose.
>And Candyass.
>And maybe even Shining if he's around.
>"Hey!"
"Hmmm?"
>"This isn't the first time I've kissed you, Anon."
"That's the truth." you say, eliciting an eye-roll from Lotus.
>She takes your head in her hooves and pulls you in close again, forcing you to gaze directly into her sapphire eyes.
"I can tell when you're distracted, Anon. You're still thinking about it, aren't you?" she accuses.
"Guilty as charged." you say, shifting Lotus out of your lap and onto the couch.
>"Anon!" she cries "It's over now! Just- just forget it ever happened."
"Hmm, I can't promise that. But I won't make a big scene if you don't want me to."
>"I'd be happy just staying here with you for a while..."
"Of course." you say with a nod.
>Rolling to put yourself over her, you lean in close.
"You have my full attention." you say touching the tip of your nose to hers.

>It's about four in the afternoon and you're lying on the couch still, Lotus dozing in your lap, the magazine the two of you were leafing through on the floor beside her.
>You're only half awake yourself, but that's enough for your brain to acknowledge the sound of someone knocking on the door.
>Gingerly you extract yourself from beneath Lotus, gently sliding a pillow into place under her head.
>Quickly yet quietly crossing the room, you check the peephole.
>It's Lyra.
>Checking the clock, you suppose her concert has been over for a bit now.
>Before she can knock again, you open the door.
>She pauses for a split second, hoof raised, then looks up and breaks into a beaming smile!
>"Anon! I'm so glad you're here, I meant to talk to you about Lotus before I left but then when I overslept and had to leave in a hurry I totally forgot about it so I came over-"
>Kneeling down, you put a finger to her lips.
"Lotus and I talked, and she's sleeping right now. Come on, follow me."
>Leading Lyra into the house, you pass the living room where Lotus is sleeping and make your way to the back patio.
>It's a small space, and the flower beds are already fading from green to brown as Autumn draws on, but it's comfortable in the afternoon sun.
>And the Prench doors allow you to see into the kitchen and a bit of the Living Room, so you can keep an eye open for Lotus without disturbing her.
>On your way by, you snag a bottle of zinfandel and some glasses.
>You'll replace it later.
>Lotus doesn't need any more right now anyways.
>Lyra hops into one of the two chairs outside while you pour out two glasses.
"So today was your final performance?"
>"Yeah, so now it's back to my other job mostly."
"How exactly does that work?" you ask, testing your drink.
>Light, sweet, a little floral.
>Very nice.
>"Well, everyone in the Backround Ponies -my other group- is also in the orchestra, so we put projects on hold when a concert is coming up. So now we'll really focus on that for two months until rehearsals for the orchestra start to get too intense again..."
"Intense?"
>"Well yeah, we'll have a pretty easy schedule for the next two months as we try out a bunch of pieces and slowly figure out which ones we want and who gets what parts." she explains, taking a long sip from her glass. "Plus, everypony in the orchestra is either retired or working another job, so they can't work us too hard or we'd all have to quit."
 "I remember you telling me they don't pay much."
>"We only have four concerts a year. Even with the grant money from Canterlot they can't afford to pay like a full time job. You have to play for a big city like Fillydelphia for that."
"So how often do you work with this other group?"
>"It'll be pretty busy for the next two weeks because we haven't done anything for almost a month now, but then it'll only be three days a week unless we suddenly get a lot of work."
"What you're telling me" you say, leaning over the arm of your chair "is that you're going to have all sorts of time and nothing to do with it?
>"I-I guess?"
"Sounds like a chance for me to find any of your other ticklish spots."
>Lyra's eyes go wide and a fierce blush threatens to ignite across her muzzle.
>She shakily lifts her glass to her lips and takes a big gulp.
"Aw, don't be embarrassed. I thought it was cute!"
>"Anoooon" she whines.
"What? Afraid Lotus might find out?"
>"Noooo..." she pouts.
"Alright, alright. I'll stop... for now. But you know, if you're going to have more free time, then maybe we could make a standing lunch date."
>"A... standing date?"
>This mare sometimes...
"You know, like every Tuesday we agree to meet at Hazel's place at noon."
>"Oh! I'd like that! But you don't have to take me to La Frite every week. That'd be expensive!"
"I can afford it..."
>"I thought you were worried about bits?"
"I, well, worried isn't exactly the right term...
>Lyra cocks her head adorably as you try to explain.
"I just don't want joining my herd to be a burden."
>"Aw, don't be silly! Herds are the opposite of that, everypony works together for the family!"
"I get it, I get it. And Cadence and I had a chat and she explained some of it to me. So I am... less worried about bits after my trip to Canterlot."
>"Rose is going to be so happy to hear that."
>"Hear what?" Lotus asks from the doorway.
"Hey pretty pony, feeling better?"
>She gives you a small smile as Lyra hops off her chair and trots up to her.
>You watch from your seat as they hold a whispered conversation.
>No telling what they're talking about, but Lyra's ears are down at first and then perk back up as the two share a hug.
>You'll ask about it later.
>Eyeing your glasses and thinking about how much Lotus has already had, you make an executive decision.
"Lotus, Aloe gets home in an hour or so, correct?" you ask, pouring what's left of your glass into Lyra's.
>She nods, and her eyes widen as you down the full glass.
"Okay, so here's the plan: Let's go grab a bunch of food for dinner and swing by Roseluck's place to pick her up and then come back here."
>Marching out of the house with a spring in your step, Lotus and Lyra hurry after you.

>Somewhere just short of the market you ran into Rose.
>Just as you entered the market, Lyra admitted that she burned water once.
>Lotus and Rose assured her that cooking wasn't hard and that anypony could do it.
>Which turned your plan to grab ready-to-go food into a plan to cook dinner as a family.
>Rose assures you it's a simple stew, and maybe a take and bake loaf of bread.
>Lotus brings up that old adage about the way to a man's heart, and notes that there's two ways it can go and she's happy to take either route.
>God have mercy on your soul.

>By the time you return to the townhome, you're carrying a bag of ingredients and two bottles of wine.
>Once inside, you're quickly pushed aside as the girls head into the kitchen.
>Rose begins unpacking vegetables while Lotus sets up the kitchen.
>You just pour a glass of wine from this afternoon's bottle.
"Anything I can do?"
>Lotus, just smiles and shakes her head as Rose takes a paring knife and demonstrates how to peel a potato to Lyra.
>As you ponder a means to make yourself useful, you hear the door open.
>A moment later, two curious sapphire eyes peek around the corner.
>Walking over to the front hall, Aloe is setting her work bag beside the door and you move up to place a hand on her withers.
"Welcome home. They're teaching Lyra how to cook."
>"I see. Well, I am going to shower and then I'll be down." she says, turning up the stairs.
"Not much to help with, or so they tell me. Care to join me outside?" you ask, waggling your glass for emphasis.
>"Yes, I could use that after today."
"See you soon."
>Taking a long, slow sip of the wine, you attentively watch Aloe climb the stairs, earning you a wry smile from the mare as she turn to head into the bathroom.
>Good stuff.
>Walking through the kitchen, Lotus has something going in a big pot on the stove while Rose is watching Lyra peel potatoes.
>Not exactly riveting work.
"Hey, do you want to move on? I can finish the potatoes."
>"No! I can handle it!" Lyra immediately objects.
>The look Rose gives you is crystal clear: "Thanks for the offer, but it just isn't going to happen."
>Stepping behind the counter, you set your glass down and take a knee.
>Draping an arm over her, you pull her to your side and place a quick peck right between the ears.
"Thanks for taking the time to teach her." you say in a low tone.
>"Mmm. She's doing fine."
"It doesn't really matter how she's doing. As long as we're doing it together."
>"That was pretty cheesy, Anon."
"Cheese pairs well with wine." you counter, giving an ear a quick rub as you return to your feet.
>Rose just shakes her head as you step briefly out onto the patio.
>It's getting chilly out...maybe time to head in.
>Grabbing the bottle and glass off the table, you return to the busy kitchen.
>As promised, you take a moment to pour a glass for Aloe.
>And then move to the living room, where you fiddle with the fireplace.
>It takes a minute to remember how it works, but you eventually get it to start.
>Straightening up, you notice Aloe coming down the stairs.
>You offer her hers, and drop onto the couch.
>"What, just going to leave the mares in the kitchen?"
"First off, there is no room for four mares and a human in that kitchen." you say raising a finger in objection. "And second, you aren't in there either, so hush."
>Peering around the corner, Aloe seems to contemplate the scene before acknowledging your superior logic and reasoning.
>"I don't think Rose could handle any more ponies in that kitchen right now."
"Aw, I'm sure Lyra's doing fine."
>"I think Lotus and Rose are both trying to teach at the same time."
>You just shake your head as you take a sip from your glass.
>These mares are going to drive you insane.
>Getting up, you move to the corner where you can subtly keep an eye on the kitchen without seeming like you're staring at them.
>As Lyra moves to add a fresh batch of chopped vegetables to the pot, you wave Rose over.
"How are you holding up?" you ask as she trots across the kitchen.
>You can see Lyra nervously look over, and you offer a reassuring smile before a word from Lotus draws her attention.
>"I'm fine. It would go faster if I were just doing it myself, or if it was just me and Lotus, but that's fine."
"Fine, huh?" you muse, before kneeling down to wrap her in a hug. "I've got Aloe sitting on the bench, let me know if you need her to sub in."
>"Hmmmm, I don't think I'll need it. But thanks."
"Anything I can do?"
>She shakes her head as she sighs, then steps back.
>"No, in fact, soon we'll just have to wait for it to cook."
"So you're saying I should pour a few more glasses?"
>"I'll wait until dinner."
"Suit yourself."
>As you return to your feet, Rose gives you a gentle bump before returning to the kitchen.
>You, in turn, head to join Aloe.
>In the living room Aloe is quiet, silently watching the flames and occasionally tasting her wine.
>How does anyone take such small sips?
>If you recall, she eats like that too... they both do.
>Mares.
>When you drop into the love seat next to her, she immediately scoots over to drop her head in your lap.
>You begin to run a hand through her mane.
"How was work?"
>"Just dreadful..." she starts, taking a serious pull from her glass before launching into a diatribe against the very concept of customer service.
>As she rants and raves about how stubborn and dumb ponies can be, you gently rub her back and offer words of agreement.
>After all, ponies -like people- can indeed be very dumb and very stubborn at times.
>Moving your hand across her withers, you can feel how tense she is.
>Applying a little pressure to your thumb, you begin to slowly work up and down either side of her back.
>Aloe gives a very lady-like grunt of surprise before subtly pushing back into your hand as you work.
>Taking this as a good sign, you continue what you're doing.
>Aloe's rant does eventually wind down, just in time for Roseluck to join you.
>Seeing no vacant real estate on the loveseat, she moves towards the nearby couch when she pauses.
>You're not sure what it is, until a hoof lifts your discarded arm sling into view.
>Before you can even make excuses, Rose just shakes her head and sets it on the coffee table, hopping up onto the couch across from you.
>The two mares start talking about some book that Aloe is reading at Rose's recommendation, and you quickly find yourself losing focus.
>Tilting your head back, you close your eyes and continue to slowly rub Aloe's back.
>Until she animatedly sits up for some reason.
>Lazily fumbling around the end table, you eventually locate your wine glass.
>Bringing it to your lips...empty.
>With a momentary grimace, you brace yourself to get up just as a pair of hooves land on your knees.
>Opening your eyes, two deep, watery golden orbs stare back at you.
>A worried frown and tiny, almost inaudible whine is followed by the quiet *thwack* of your sling being dropped into your lap.
>Oh for God's sake...
>Lyra leans in even closer until her nose just barely touches yours, and with a sigh you relent and pick up the damn thing.
>It's unnecessary.
>Redheart is just being cautious.
>You don't really need this thing.
>But the overjoyed look on Lyra's face is worth wearing it.
>She immediately hops onto your lap -earning her a look from Aloe- and she leans in to plant a kiss on your cheek.
>"Thank you."
>You just shake your head and roll your eyes.
>As you adjust the stupid strap on the stupid sling, Lotus hops onto the couch beside Rose and the girls take off on a discussion of yet a different book.
>Your only consolation is the embarrassed squeak from Lyra when you pull her up against you, a faint blush accenting her aqua coat as you overexaggeratedly cuddle the mare.
>Over Lyra's head, you give Rose and Lotus a wink and motion for them to continue as you lean back, the smell of stewing vegetables and baking bread lulling you back into a semi-conscious state.


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Chapter 14
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>When dinner is ready, you offer to carry the pot to the table.
>Human height and arms are a real advantage here.
>Setting it down, you grab the bread while Aloe finishes setting the table.
>The others clean up from a slightly messy, but successful, cooking lesson.
>Luckily, there was a leaf to expand the table.
>Lotus and Aloe take their normal seats, across from each other.
>Lyra and Roseluck do the same, and you take a place at one end of the table, putting Roseluck on your right and the master chef on your left.
>"Let me fill your bowl, Anon! It's really good!"
>Before you can even respond, the dish is whisked away by magic and reappears a few seconds later brimmed with stew.
>It certainly smells good, and with Rose and Lotus supervising you're sure that it is.
>Letting it cool first, you watch as Lyra uses her magic to excitedly serve everyone else.
>The bread is cut and passed around.
>Butter follows.
>And as the others start to tuck in, you take a sip of your wine.
>But really, you're drinking in the scene in front of you.
>This...
>This is good.
>Sure, you'll need to choose an alpha in time.
>And something needs to be done about Cloudchaser.
>But right here, in this moment, life is very good.
>"Anoooon, aren't you going to eat?"
>Giving Lyra a smile, you nod and take spoonful of stew.
>Delicious!

>After dinner, you expel Lyra, Lotus and Roseluck from the kitchen.
>It's only fair that you and Aloe clean up after they did the cooking.
>Rose and Lotus haven't spent enough time together anyways, and you needed to speak to Aloe...alone.
"So I assume that Lotus told you about Cloudchaser?" you ask, handing the pink pony a freshly washed bowl.
>"Mhm."
"And?"
>She sets the bowl down and looks up at you.
>"And what?"
"What should I do about it?"
>She shakes her head, taking some silverware in hoof to begin drying.
>"Nothing, Anon. Just leave it be."
"That's what Lotus said." you say, inspecting a freshly scrubbed spoon.
>"Then why are you asking me?"
"Because it feels...wrong. I should stand up for her, that's what a gentleman does."
>Setting down the hoofful of silverware, Aloe glances up at you before taking a proffered plate and beginning to dry it.
>"She doesn't want all the attention that will come from it."
"But you understand what I'm getting at, right?"
>"Mhm. You're a good coltfriend, and that means you want to protect your marefriend." she says, turning to look up at you. "And I appreciate it. So much. And so does Lotus."
"But...?"
>"But right now, that would make Lotus feel so much worse."
"Well, that's not what I want. I just..." you trail off, trying to pin down the right words.
>Helpless?
>No...
>Cowardly?
>Definitely not.
>...
"I feel useless. Like I'm derelict in my duty."
>"Anon, don't. Please, don't." she says, putting down the towel and placing her forehooves on your side.
>Twisting to face her, she beckons you to lean down and your obedience earns you a boop and quick nuzzle.
>"If you really want to do something -something that will make Lotus feel better /and/ get back at Cloudchaser- I might have an idea." she says, returning to all fours.
"I'm all ears."
>"Keep being an amazing coltfriend."
"Aloe, c'mon." you retort.
>"I am serious, Anonymous." she says evenly, motioning you down.
>Taking a knee, she leans in and drops her voice.
>"Be the amazing coltfriend you already are, and make sure that everypony sees you taking care of us, especially Lotus."
"I'm not that special, I just do what I can."
>"Anon, look at how few stallions there are. You don't have to try half as much as you do, but it has never stopped you doing so anyways."
"So I just have to keep sweeping all the pretty mares off their hooves?" you ask, while simultaneously sweeping Aloe off her hooves and into your arms.
>She shakes her head in mock disapproval, smiling wide before craning her neck to speak directly into your ear, lest the curious ponies in the living room overhear.
>"It will hurt Cloudchaser -more than any confrontation ever could- to see Lotus being so happy with you."
>That...actually makes a lot of sense.
"Okay, I get it." you say "Let's leave the rest of the dishes to air dry."
>A small nod is all the confirmation you need to carry her off, out of the kitchen.

>The moon is nearly full and very bright as it hangs low over Ponyville.
>Staring out the window, you can see the odd breeze stir the trees, leaves falling with every motion.
>It's probably pretty chilly outside -maybe even downright cold- and that means that tomorrow night will be perfect for a big ol' fire.
>Right now though...
>Right now you are incredibly toasty.
>You take stock of your situation one last time as drowsiness starts to pull your eyelids down:
>You are on the floor, back against the loveseat, the gently glowing fireplace across the room from you.
>In your lap, propped up against your chest and drooling on your shirt (just a little) is Lyra.
>Your right arm is draped over Lotus's barrel, her back pushed up against you and her head resting on Lyra's flank.
>Curled up on your left is Rose.
>She was the last one to fall asleep, sitting by your side talking about nothing and everything long after the others had succumbed to sleep.
>It also meant she was the last one to claim her spot.
>So, with the girls all unanimously agreeing about your damned sling, she gets no overnight affection.
>And that just leaves the owner of the warm forelegs gently wrapped across your shoulders.
>Hopefully Aloe doesn't move too much in her sleep, or you're going to wake up in a chokehold.
>Heh.
>Your final thought as you drift off is that you could really get used to this.

>Noise.
>Some kind of noise.
>Reaching with your right arm, you search for your alarm clock until enough systems boot up for you to remember where you are.
>Looking over, hand frozen in place, you find it firmly gripping Lotus by the flank.
>She's sitting upright, staring straight ahead, but her tail occasionally swishes against your hip.
>Across the room, the mantel clock chimes out the hour.
>"Ah, I see you're awake." a quiet voice whispers into your ear "If you want, I can put on coffee while you and Lotus go upstairs."
>You shake your head silently, before giving Lotus' flank a final squeeze and then lifting that arm up and over your shoulder to pet the pink pony.
>Lotus' head swivels around to lock eyes with you and you can't help but chuckle, quietly of course, at her expression.
>Carefully holding onto Lyra, you push back against the loveseat, sliding up into a crouch before straightening up.
>Aloe and Lotus get to their hooves as well, Lotus pressing up against your leg and looking up at you with an inviting smile while Aloe uses the high ground to get onto her hind legs and go in for a quick kiss.
>"I'm going to go grab a shower, I open today." Aloe announces as you carefully set Lyra down on the couch.
>You nod in acknowledgement as you lift Roseluck up, setting her down beside Lyra and tossing a blanket over the two of them.
>The clock reads six o'clock.
>Dropping onto the loveseat, you lay your head back and close your eyes.
>You were up too late to be awake this early.
>The cushions shift as a set of hooves land on the loveseat beside you.
>And they shift further as those hooves straddle your lap and shoulders, but you refuse to open your eyes.
>It's too early.
>Lotus drops her plot into your lap and you can feel her breath on your neck.
>Nooooo...
>A pair of lips start to place little kisses on your neck.
>Must...sleep...
>Her hips start to shift gently.
"How are you awake for thisssss?"
>Knowing she has your attention, her kisses become mixed with playful little bites and you finally relent.
>With a quiet groan you lift yourself and Lotus, and begin the trek upstairs.
>"Did you really think you could wake me up like that and then go back to sleep?"
"I thought you were an alarm clock."
>"It doesn't matter what you thought, it's what you /did/ that counts."
"I know. I deserve this."
>"Are you complaining?"
"...No."

>Stepping out of the shower, you watch as Lotus slowly follows on wobbly legs.
>You're tempted to bump her as she starts to dry her mane, but decide not to bully the pony.
>Back in the bedroom, Aloe sticks her head in while you reassemble your clothes.
>Already dressed for work, she offers a knowing smile to match your sheepish grin.
"Leaving already?"
>"I open today. Lotus will join me in a few hours. It means that she'll be late to Fluttershy's tonight."
"Hey, you two still have a life aside from me. I get it." you reply "Just wanted to know if you were going to stay for breakfast."
>She just shakes her head, so you walk her to the door and when you take a knee she gives your cheek a quick nuzzle and a peck before heading out into the bright and frosty Fall morning.
>Over in the living room, you spy two sets of eyes watching you lazily from the couch.
>Lyra did not hesitate to get tangled up with Roseluck in your absence, it seems.
>Straightening up and looking straight at them, you make a show of dusting off your pants and announce:
"I'm making waffles!"

>This turned out to be a bit of an endeavor.
>No instant mixes for fine Stalliongrad mares, it seems.
>Lotus pointed you to a stack of cookbooks, and eventually Rose located one with a recipe.
>Lyra's magic mixed everything together in a jiffy...but also coated you, Rose and Lotus in flecks of batter.
>To say nothing of Lyra herself.
>Or the kitchen.
>You pushed onwards though, and soon breakfast was served.
>As you hand off the syrup to Lotus, you look across the table to Rose.
"Plans for today?"
>She looks up and pauses in though.
>"N'fink" Lyra mumbles through a mouthful of waffle.
>"I have work at ten, I'll be late to Fluttershy's." Lotus offers.
>"I have a few commissions to finish, but it's Daisy's turn to work the counter."
"Well then, I suppose after breakfast I'll let you two get ready for work and Lyra and I will stay to clean up."
>Lyra looks up at you, wide eyed with cheeks bulging with her half-chewed breakfast, then slowly looks over her shoulder at the kitchen.
>She swallows and offers an apologetic smile.
>Lotus giggles and even Rose can't help but smile as she rolls her eyes.
>It's already well after nine, and it isn't long before both Roseluck and Lotus get up to head out.
>You follow them to the door, and see Rose off with a quick nuzzle and a promise to meet up when she's gotten her work done.
>Lotus lingers a moment, letting Rose get a ways down the street before she moves in for a less-than-G-rated kiss, dragging her tail along your leg as she leaves.
>It takes a moment, but when you come back to your senses you stand up and turn around to face a dumbstruck Lyra, the blush on her cheeks doing an excellent Big Mac impression.
>You reach a hand down to ruffle her mane as you walk by.
"C'mon you. Shows over, time to get to cleaning."
>With your head in the cupboard under the sink you can just barely hear Lyra grumbling.
>"Lotus has all the fun..."
>Mares.

>As you wipe a few final spots off the ceiling and Lyra finishes the stovetop you give her a friendly bump with your hip.
"So what's next?"
>"Huh? Aren't we going to meet Rose?"
>Tossing the paper towel you were using in the trash you simultaneous toss a skeptical look Lyra's way.
"I somehow doubt that she'll be done with those commissions already."
>"Oh, well, um." she drops her sponge in the sink and sits down. "I don't know?"
>Sliding down the refrigerator, you land on the floor beside her and grab her haunches to pull her across the polished floor with a surprised yelp.
>Without letting her regain her balance, you drop her across your legs and launch a two pronged attack on both her ears and one of her exposed hooves.
>With four fingers holding her hoof, your index finger barely touches the soft and sensitive underside, while your other hand runs wild as it jumps from ear to ear.
>Peals of laughter roll through the house and you press your attack until she rolls off of you and scrambles for traction on the wood floor.
>Using your finely tuned predator reflexes you give chase, launching yourself across the slippery surface to snatch up the flailing pony, wrapping her in a bear hug.
>A short lived bear hug.
>Rolling to cover her entirely with your frame, you get in close as she pants for breath.
>As her breathing normalizes, she offers a nervous smile -eyes flicking to the hands on either side of her- and you offer a much less nervous smile in return before moving in for the kill.
>Suddenly lurching forward you plant your lips on hers, and they almost immediately they part -inviting you deeper.
>You are happy to oblige.
>Shifting your weight onto your good arm, you use the other to gently run your thumb across the incredibly soft, short fur of her cheek as she wraps her hooves around your neck.
>When you finally break the kiss, you catch the momentarily bewildered look and goofy grin on Lyra's face and slowly roll over onto your back.
"Heh. Lotus doesn't have to have /all/ the fun, you know?"
>Lyra says nothing, but gives you a shove for good measure.

>As you prepared to leave the house, Lyra noticed your sling and kicked up a fuss about it until you acquiesced and put it on.
>She then accompanied this by a long lecture that lasted the entire trip to Sugarcube Corner, where you picked up a little something for Aloe (since she missed some awesome waffles), and then resumed for the entire trek to the spa.
>Aloe was already with a customer, so you just left the pastry at the front desk with a note from you and Lyra, and proceeded to check on Rose.
>No luck with Roseluck, so you proceed back out into the cool autumn air and lead the way out of town.
>It wasn't until you were at your house that she finally stopped to ask where you were going.
>You poke around the construction site while Lyra frets over whether or not you're allowed to be there.
"Because I want to see how the gutting is going." you explain "Fall is half-over and snow will be here in a little over a month."
>"Should they really be doing this so soon to Winter? Maybe you should wait until after Winter Wrap-up?"
"Nah, they can work through the Winter, they just need to have the exterior put back together." you assure her. "The roof was in surprisingly good shape, so it's just a few windows and the foundation issues."
>"Foundation issues!? Is it even safe to be in here!?"
"We're fine." you say dismissively, leaning over an opening to the basement.
>Inside you can see that they've got the whole house supported with jacks, and several of the bad timbers have been removed already.
>Nodding approvingly, you move down the hall and open the door to the basement.
>"Anooon" she whines nervously. "What if something happens? Ohhh Rose would never forgive me!"
"Lyra-"
>"And Lotus and Aloe too!"
"Lyra."
>"Anon, we need to get out of here!"
"It isn't that dangerous."
>"But it could be!"
"The construction crew works in here all day."
>"They have hard hats!"
>You sigh and look down at your fretful marefriend.
>She's nervously shifting her hooves, glancing from you to various parts of the house as if the walls might collapse at any moment.
>Briefly you consider trying to explain that a hard hat is hardly protection from a total building collapse.
>However you decide that would only make her anxiety worse.
>Reluctantly, you close the door to the basement.
>Lyra seizes on this development and jumps behind you, using her head to push you down the hall and out the door, her horn in your back doing a great job of motivating you forward.
>Sometimes you have to pick your battles, Anon.

"Alright, so what's the plan?"
>"Plan?"
"You wanted to leave the house. We have left the house. What's the next step?"
>"Um...Rose....no...um, I don't know?"
>Shaking your head, you tweak one of those teal ears.
"Let's just go back to the castle then."
>"Okay!" she agrees, probably happy that you dropped the house idea.
"So did Octavia go back to Fillydelphia already?"
>"Nope! She's staying in town for a few days before going back."
"Wait, you ditched Octavia to spend the night with us last night?"
>"She was out with Hazel and Bonbon last night." she shrugs "I was invited buuuuut-"
"I get it. We haven't done much as a herd."
>"Last night was great!"
"It was. We should do more things like that."
>"Yes!"
"But shouldn't you go spend time with your friend since she's only in town for a little while?"
>"Tavi and Bonbon had a spa date this morning, but I guess they'll be back after lunch..."
"Then I guess we have a little time then."

>Unlocking your door, you hold it open for Lyra.
"You know, Twilight spends most of her time in her lab down in the basement, so it can get pretty lonely working up here."
>"Well come do your work at my house!"
"I was thinking the opposite, actually." you say, jerking a thumb over your shoulder "the drafting table is kind of heavy to carry around, you know?"
>"I guess I could use the bedroom...I'll think about it."
"You do that." you say, scooping up the mint mare and tossing her onto the bed.
>"Anoooon!"
"Shush" you say, clambering up onto the bed next to her.
>"What are we going to do on the bed, Anon?"
>Flopping onto the bed with the grace of a 10 pound bag of flour, you turn to give Lyra a small grin.
"Nap."
>"But we haven't done anything! How can you be tired?"
"Some of us got up earlier than others." you counter, wrapping an arm around her.
>The two of you lie there, quietly for a few minutes, and you almost believe Lyra is going to let you sleep.
>But she makes sure to shatter that hope by rolling over in your grasp and wriggling on top of you.
>Opening your eyes, you find yourself nose to nose with her.
>She looks like she wants to ask something, but can't find the courage.
>Instead, you lightly peck forwards, stealing a tiny kiss.
"What's on your mind?"
>"Um...well..."
"Yesssss?" you say, laying your head back down.
>You feel her shift again and her mane falls over your shoulder as she lowers her head onto your chest.
>"Anon, when are you going to choose our Alpha?"
"Throwing your hat into the ring, eh?" you ask, eyes still shut.
>"Oh Celestia no." she exhales sharply. "I don't- I think I'd have a breakdown!"
>Reaching a hand up you reassuringly pat her head.
"Oh I don't think you'd be *that* bad, but if you're not interested, then why are you asking?"
>"Well, I uh, I assumed that it was Rose. And I said something and she corrected me. And then that started a bit of an argument with her sisters. And I didn't mean to do that, I just thought that you two seem so close and she was the first and all so..."
"A fight over me? How noble of Rose to defend my honor."
>"Anooon." she groans, tapping your chest sharply. "I felt really bad about it. I didn't want to cause a fight!"
>She pauses, but you can feel her breath hitch as she tries to find her next sentence.
>"And -and then, well, Lotus has given me a lot of good advice and I think she might be interested in being Alpha. And I think she'd be good at it too so I started thinking that maybe you were having a hard time choosing between them."
"Oh?"
>"I-I thought maybe you needed somepony to listen? Sometimes when I can't figure something out it helps when I talk it over with one of the girls..."
"Ah, I see."
>"So..." she leads on, cocking her head slightly.
"So, you really want to know, huh?"
>"Well I guess you can keep it a secret if you really want to..." she grumbles, clearly bothered by the prospect.
>Silly filly.
"No worries, it's not a secret. Rose and I talked about it the other day." you say, stifling a yawn before setting a hand on Lyra's back.
"I am going to wait to see who all is in the Herd before I make that decision."
>You gasp as two hooves push into your chest, Lyra sitting up suddenly and staring down at you with wide eyes.
>"But... but that could be months!"
"Hah, yeah. I am aware."
>Looking between your pained expression and her hooves, Lyra offers a tiny, sheepish apology before tucking them under herself.
>"I just hope it doesn't become a problem."
"Do you think it will?"
>"Maybe? I'll ask Bonbon."
"Mhmm." you respond drowsily as you settle back in "You should bring her to the party. She might meet someone there."
>"I already invited her." Lyra answers, slowly rolling off of you and wriggling up against you. "And I hope she does!"
>Turning to cuddle the pony, you kiss the back of her head.
"Bonbon is lucky to have you as a friend, but I'm even luckier than that."
>Drifting off to sleep, you're not sure if it your imagination but you think you hear a tiny little *squee*.


>The quiet hustle and bustle of the Ponyville market was always something that you missed while in Canterlot.
>The upper market there was full of pushy salesponies and snooty nobles, while the lower markets were packed, noisy rambunctious affairs.
>Ponyville only has one market, and the genial country charm of the community really shines through there.
>Approaching the Apple Family stall, you bend down in mock inspection of their offerings as Applebloom comes scurrying around the counter.
>"Anon! What can I do for ya?"
"Well" you start slowly "word on the street is you all sell apples."
>Even Lyra rolls her eyes at that one.
>"Anon ya lummox, everypony knows that!"
"The best apples, even."
>"Yup yup!" she nods enthusiastically.
"Well I think I'll take an apple then. I spotted some humongous honeycrisps back there, give me one of those and -Lyra, do you want something?"
>"I'll just have a bite of yours."
"Make that two." you say, plunking some bits on the counter.
>Holding one of the apples out, Lyra eagerly takes it in her magic.
"So where are Bonbon and Octavia supposed to be after their spa date?"
>"No clue." she mumbles through a mouth full of apple.
>You throw a look her way, but her eyes are closed, savoring her saccharin snack.
"Come on. If we walk quickly we might make it to the spa before they leave."
>"Mhmmph!" she replies, falling in beside you as you lead the way through the ponies milling about the market.
>Passing the flower shop, you wave to Lily but spy no sign of Roseluck.
>Probably still in back.
>Soon enough you've left the crowded marketplace, and as you make your way up town, the streets become quiet.
"If I recall, last time I met Octavia she was encouraging you to keep auditioning for a major orchestra."
>"Yesh, Tavi thinks I can make it someday." she says before swallowing her current bite of apple. "I think so too, but if I did I'd either have to move or go on tour."
>Looking over at her, you catch a surreptitious glance from the mint mare.
"Lyra, do what's best for you. We both know I am going to have to travel for work, it would be hypocritical of me to ask you not to."
>"Well, I guess if I got in with a touring orchestra then I could still come home to Ponyville..."
"Sounds like a plan." you muse "Or, you can just get into the orchestra in Canterlot and commute. Boom! Problem solved."
>"Anon, that's the best orchestra in the country!"
"You are the best lyre player I know. Why not?"
>"Even Tavi hasn't been able to get into the RCO!"
"RCO?"
>"Royal Canterlot Orchestra."
"Ah, I see."
>"Oh oh! I almost forgot! During the week, Tavi had an audition with them, don't let me forget to ask her how it went!"
"I won't. After all, once she gets in, you'll have an inside mare helping you."
>"But I'd have to move to Canterlot, wouldn't- wouldn't that upset you?"
>Turning onto the street the spa is on, you pause to kneel down to Lyra's level.
"Lyra, I would miss having you around. But I have an apartment there already and happen to be not only friends with the princesses, but also their favorite architect. Who's to say I won't be spending time there myself?" you reassure Lyra, wrapping her up in a hug.
>She accepts the hug greedily, soaking up the affection, but when you pull back her apprehension returns.
"And you can always come back to Ponyville on your days off. We'll make it work, I promise."
>"Okay."
"You don't seem convinced." you press, starting off down the street again.
>"It's not that I don't want all of that...I just don't know that I do want it."
"I'm not sure that I follow." you say, holding the door to the spa open.
>"Well-"
>"Lyra?"
>"Oh! Hello Aloe, are Bonnie and Octavia finished already?"
>"They're with Vera right now."
>"Lyra?" Lotus asks, popping her head around the corner. "Anon!"
"Hey pretty pony." you greet the affectionate mare as she abandons the laundry she was carrying to rush over to you. "I hope Aloe isn't working you too hard."
>"She will learn the true meaning of hard work if she keeps putting off that laundry." Aloe warns sternly, sauntering over in her best Rose impression.
>"She's so mean!" Lotus laments, dramatically throwing herself behind you, clinging to one leg. "Protect me, Anon!"
>You look behind you at Lotus' shit-eating grin and then back to a non-plussed Aloe and then finally to Ly- wait where did she get that popcorn?
>Mares.
>Just as you're about to go sit next to Lyra and abandon Lotus to her horrible fate, a door opens and Bonbon enters, Octavia right behind her.
>Surveying the scene, Bonbon slowly surveys the scene, eyes lingering on Lyra (who smiles and waves cheerfully) before coming to rest on you.
>"Are we interrupting something?"
"Just another day with a herd." you assure her.
>"Did Vera take care of your check? If not, I can." Aloe pipes up, and Bonbon shakes her head.
>Watching her return to the counter to help her customers, it's amusing to note how quickly she took charge while a warm pressure on the side of your leg tells you that her sister is still focused on more personal matters.
>Still watching Aloe, Bonbon and Octavia, you reach down to softly pet Lotus.
"Aloe is going to be mad if you don't finish that laundry."
>"No, she won't be. But I /will/ be in trouble because I'm closing tonight." Lotus explains "If I don't get it done now, that's just more work for me later."
"It would be no fun if you missed the party all because of some unwashed sheets!" Lyra adds, suddenly leaning against your other leg.
>As Lotus slowly trots back to her work, Lyra looks up at you with wide, hopeful eyes.
>Shaking your head, you take a seat and she follows suit, allowing her to rest her head in your lap while you begin administering gentle ear scritches.
>Bonbon and Aloe seem to be conversing about a future appointment.
>Octavia takes up a post on the other side of Lyra.
"Hey Octavia."
>"Anonymous."
"How was your spa date?"
>"Quite good. I have to admit...it's not a luxury I would normally splurge on."
>"But you liked it, right?"
>"I did."
>"See? You just have to listen to me and Bonnie sometimes."
>"I suppose." she says, rolling her eyes. "I can also see that you don't need to visit the spa anymore."
>"They don't have hands, Tavi."
"Lyra does seem to be spending more time over here these days." you counter. "Pays to know the owners, I guess."
>Lyra opens her mouth to object, but is forced to duck her head down as your scratching turns into tickling.
>"Anon! Haha~" she protests, covering her head with her hooves. "Not- not in front of Tavi!"
"Sorry for being *that couple*, Octavia." you apologize, relenting.
>She shrugs, glancing down at Lyra before returning her gaze to Bonbon and Aloe.
>"I'm from Fillydelphia, Anonymous. This is hardly the first public display of affection I've seen." she says nonchalantly "Besides, Lyra clearly enjoys it."
>Lyra shifts her hooves to cover the blush on her muzzle and lets out a tiny, embarrassed groan.
>"Not to be a nag, Lyra, but shouldn't you be getting ready for our performance?"
>For a moment, time seems to stop.
>Octavia holds her deadpan gaze, eyebrow lifted as she watches Lyra for a response.
>Lyra has gone perfectly still.
>Octavia wasn't just here for a spa day...she was getting her mane and makeup done!
"Lyra?"
>"Y-yes, Anon?"
"How much time do you have?"
>"Just over an hour." Octavia states.
>At this revelation, Lyra jumps to her hooves and begins frantically racing in circles around the spa reception area.
>"I need to fix my mane! And I barely have any of my backup makeup left! Oh Lyra, why didn't you restock it after last weekend you stupid mare! OH SWEET CELESTIA MY LYRE IS AT HOOOOOME!"
>After sharing a look with Octavia, you sigh and get to your feet.
>You allow Lyra to run for a minute or two.
>She needs to burn off that hysterical energy if you're going to manage the situation.
>This is, after all, not your first deadline crunch.
>By the time she calms down, both Aloe and Lotus -as well as Bonbon- are simply staring at her.
>Her sudden panic expended, a now exhausted Lyra collapsed into a sniffling mess on the floor -prompting you to move to her side and pick her up.
"It's okay, it's okay." you reassure her. "We've got a team of excellent ponies here, and everything is going to work out, alright?"
>"O-okay." she says meekly.
"Lyra, I need you to tell me *exactly* what all you need to get done still."
>"I-I need my Lyre..."
"Okay, what else?"
>"I need...I need..."
>"She needs her mane done up and -once she's done crying- she needs some makeup." Octavia intercedes.
"Got it. Anything else?" you ask, directing it more towards the level headed cellist than the hapless harpist.
>"Her concert dress."
>You feel a pony leaning against your leg and look down to find Lotus there.
>"Aloe and I can take care of the mane and makeup, Anon." she suggests. "You take care of the other two things."
"Good plan. We'll meet back here." you nod. "Lyra, where is your Lyre and where is your dress?"
>"My Lyre is at h-home, a-a-and my dress is at Aloe and L-Lotus' house..."
>"I'll get the Lyre." Bonbon immediately volunteers, and goes galloping out the door.
"I guess I'll get the dress." you say, setting Lyra back on her hooves.
>Lotus moves up to her and nuzzles her lightly, before steering her behind the counter.
"Oh, Lotus?"
>She turns to look back as Lyra follows Aloe into the back.
"Thank you."

>Octavia opts to join you in your quest to retrieve the dress.
>Lyra didn't say where exactly in the Twins home she left it, and you hadn't thought to ask.
>"I hope you are ready to deal with this on a regular basis, Anonymous."
"What's that?"
>"Lyra."
"What, the water works? I'll live."
>"That as well. But I meant that Lyra can be... absent minded at times."
"Ah, I see." you say, unlocking the front door. "It's not like she's trying to be the Alpha though, so with the rest of the herd helping, things should work out fine."
>You hold the door open and follow Octavia inside.
>"That is actually quite reasonable. Perhaps being in a large herd will be good for her."
"I hope so."
>"She has always needed some guidance from her friends to keep her on track."
"Bonbon?"
>"Or myself."
"But not Vinyl?"
>"Definitely not."
"Why is that?"
>"Vinyl isn't absent-minded so much as she is a natural force of chaos."
"I can see that." you say, poking through the coat closet. "What exactly am I looking for?"
>"A simple black dress."
"You have met Aloe and Lotus, yes?"
>"Of course, why?"
"Do you seriously believe that Lyra's will be the only little black dress in this house?" you call out, heading upstairs. "I'm gonna need more details!"
>"It will be modest! Well-fitting without being form-fitting, sleeveless with the back running down most of the hind legs!" she shouts back.
>Nothing obvious in the bedroom, and you aren't going to start snooping through drawers unless you have to...
>Stepping into the bathroom, you find it hanging on the back side of the door.
"GOT IT!" you shout, stepping out to find Octavia standing in the bedroom. "Uh, I think I found it."
>"Yes, that is it. Let's get back to the spa."
>Following her downstairs and out the door, you decide to run an idea past her.
"You said Lyra has always relied on her friends, would you recommend I try to recruit one for the herd?"
>"Hmmm, yes Lyra mentioned that she was trying to convince Bonbon to go on a date with you." she ponders. "If it works out, absolutely. But as you said earlier, just having a herd around her should be enough."
"I don't know a lot about herding -just the basics- but I get the impression that herdmates are supposed to support each other."
>"There are many boons to herding. The stability of multiple incomes, the support of a large family, the freedom of shared responsibilities...the list goes on."
"You sound like you've thought about this."
>"I'm from a well-to-do Fillydelphian family. It is... expected of me."
"You don't sound excited about this."
>"I am young, with plenty of time. Whatever comes will be."
>For a moment, the sound of the two of you walking is the only thing in the air.
"Oh, I nearly forgot. Lyra asked me to remind her to ask you about your audition, but in all the chaos I think that she's a little preoccupied."
>"Yes, most likely." she agrees, smiling. "But the audition went well, I think. I played the pieces without error, so it is simply a matter of how the board felt about my styling -and of course how the other auditions go."
"I'm sure you blew them out of the water."
>"This is the Royal Canterlot Orchestra, Anonymous." she scoffs. "I am competing against the best in Equestria."
"Lyra seems to think you *are* the best in Equestria."
>"Well, I- erm, that is..."
"I don't know if Lyra told you this, but I saw you featured with the Filharmonic last year and have been a fan ever since. I have to agree with her assessment."
>There is a pause as you approach the spa.
>Just before you open the door, Octavia speaks up.
>"Thank you."

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Chapter 15
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>There.
>Everything is simply wonderful.
>The tea lights are all lit, Applejack has the fire going, and Rarity has so far kept Pinkie Pie away from the food...
>Yes, everything is just great.
>Walking over to join Applejack, you can't help but feel nervous.
>You only agreed to host this party because Sweet Apple Acres was too busy with applebuck season.
>That's where all of your friends usually have their parties.
>You had to bribe Angel with a really unhealthy amount of food to get him to wrangle the other rascals into behaving tonight...
>Hopefully he doesn't get a tummy ache.
>"Howdy, Shy. Looks like things are comin' together just fine!"
"Yes. I agree."
>"It's mighty kind of ya to host this," she says leaning in conspiratorially. "You know that this would be a black-tie affair if you'd've let Rares host."
>You hide a giggle with your hoof.
>She's right though.
"Rarity just wants the best for Anon." you say, watching as the first few guests walk in.
>"Psh, I guess she does, in her own highfalutin' way."
"Now Applejack..."
>"I know, I know. She's a good friend, even if we butt heads here and there."
>You just offer her a smile, which gets one out of the overworked farmpony.
>"Good t' see Flitter showed up."
>Oh, did she?
>Your eyes flit across the scene, looking for the pegasus.
>Eventually you spot her off to the side by herself.
>Before you can say anything, Applejack hollers out for her.
>Slightly embarrassed, the purple pegasus canters over.
>"Hello Applejack...Fluttershy. Is there something you needed?"
>"Naw, but I couldn't leave you standing alone all night."
"That's right" you add "Parties are for spending time with friends."
>"Oh, um alright." she says, throwing a quick glance over her shoulder.
>Something just feels off with Flitter, but you were always so much better at reading animals than ponies...
>"You waitin' on somepony?"
>"No, not exactly..."
>"Come on Sugarcube, what's got ya so nervous?" Applejack asks
>Oh that's it, then.
>"I'm hoping to, well...and I don't want to, um, you know-"
>You think about how the girls would help you when you were a mumbling mess.
>A thought comes to you.
>Extending a wing, you rest it across Flitters back, and you gently steer her to sit by the fire.
>"Heads up, y'all!" Applejack calls over, as she bucks the ice barrel, sending two ciders flying through the air in your direction.
>You just don't know how she does that...
>Landing perfectly in your hooves, you just share a look with Flitter.
>"How does she...?"
"It still makes more sense than anything Pinkie does." you mumble.
>Flitter doesn't say anything as she fiddles with the cap on her bottle.
>Applejack drops into a seat on the other side of Flitter, and pops her own top.
>"Here." she says, swapping her open bottle with Flitters. "Now tell us what's got you in knots, Flitter."
>You watch as she takes a gulp of her cider and pauses.
>Applejack looks at you, an you give her your best puppy-dog eyes.
>With a sigh, she hands you the open bottle in her hooves and takes yours, still stubbornly sealed.
>Smiling happily, you take a sip as you hear Flitter inhale.
>"I-I'm hoping to see Anon tonight, but even if I do I don't know what I'd say to him. I've been avoiding him because, well, you know..."
>"Cloudchaser."
>"Mhm!" she takes another swallow of cider. "And I'm afraid that she'll come and try to stop me f-from talking to him!"
>"Well we won't let that happen, trust me."
"I, um, didn't actually invite her." you add.
>"Seriously, Shy?"
"I, um, well it's hard to talk to ponies and she knows that I'm friends with you and Rainbow and I think she was avoiding me so..."
>"Huh."
>"That does sound like something Cloudy would do..." Flitter sighs resignedly.
>"Well how 'bout this, Sugarcube. Me 'n' Rainbow will keep a lookout for your sister and keep her out of here, and Fluttershy over there will help you go talk to Anon."
>You accidentally inhale some cider when she volunteers you.
>Flitter pats your back as you sputter, and Applejack just watches with a bemused smirk.
>As you catch your breath, she takes a swig and looks to Flitter.
>"Well, how 'bout it?"
"I'll- *cough* -I'll do my best." you offer meekly.
>"O-okay. Yes. Okay!"
>"That's the spirit, girl."


>You are Roseluck
>And the party has started by the time you get there, a fussy customer having made you late.
>But it was just a colt trying to make sure the arrangement was /perfect/ for his marefriend, so you can only be a little mad at him.
>Just a little.
>Surveying the scene, you don't see any of the other girls here.
>You grab a plate of food (Just a hayslider and some veggies) then head towards Rarity.
>And you double back for a second.
>(Just a hayslider, some veggies and a slice of cinnamon apple bread)
>Turning to join your friend, you notice Aloe sitting by herself in the corner.
>Seeing that Rarity is engaged with Redheart, you decide to sit with your herdmate.
>Well, not technically herdmate yet...but Anon has reassured you that you will be in the Herd.
>And your gut tells you that Aloe and Lotus are secure as well.
>Lyra is a good pony, if a bit of a silly filly...she's probably in the weakest spot.
>But Anon really seems to enjoy her foalish antics, so probably safe too.
>It's a shame that he's being forced to find seven -seven!- mares by the Princesses.
>You can't help but feel uneasy at the idea that one of the three new mares might take your spot as Alpha...
>...it's not really even /your/ spot, you just like to think of it as yours.
>Aloe squeaks out a friendly greeting that snaps you out of it.
"Aloe, why are you over here?" you ask, realizing a moment too late how blunt that was.
>"Oh, well, it's just that -well, without Lotus around I'm just not very good at parties." she sighs.
>You tip your plate onto the end of the bench and then take a seat beside her.
"Are you saying that the mare that hears all of the girly gossip in Ponyville is /shy/?" you ask, sliding to bump up against her.
>"I'm not shy." she says defensively "I'm just quiet."
"Okay. I get it. You're quiet, and nopony blinks when you and Lotus are at each other's side all night."
>"Yes, exactly."
"So Lotus breaks the ice and eventually you break loose when you find somepony to talk to?"
>"That is usually how it works, yes." she admits.
"Well how about you tag along with me until Lotus gets off work?"
>She just nods and starts to get to her hooves when you hold out a hoof to stop her.
"Stay, I have a date with some cinnamon apple bread first."


>You are Rarity, and with the party finally underway, you were allowed to stop guarding the food against Pinkie Pie's pilfering.
>Instead, you had been in a lovely conversation with Fluttershy and Redheart about all of the dresses at last weekend's Concert.
>"-and Lotus and Aloe were really perfect in their matching shawls." Fluttershy opines.
"It was simple, understated perhaps, but the look really did work for them." you hum "I would have chosen something a little flashier, something more /substantial/."
>"And you did, of course." Redheart interjects. "You two and Princess Twilight had the finest gowns there."
>"I almost felt overdressed." Fluttershy mumbles. "It was only a layer less than my Gala dress..."
"Don't be silly, Fluttershy! That's because it /was/ a gala dress...simply a trial run for a few ideas I had for our dresses this year." you say, waving off her concerns. "Obviously none of the finished dresses will look like the ones we wore last weekend -Celestia forbid we wear Ponyville re-runs to the Gala!- but some of the cuts and frills and color schemes will come back...just you wait and see!"
>"I'm sure they'll be gorgeous, Rarity."
>"Yes, I'm sure they will." Fluttershy agrees.
>"But why are you working on next year's Gala dresses in October?"
"But darling, I simply /must/ start now!" you exclaim "After all, if I don't start working on ideas now, how will I ever have any concepts ready by January!?"
>Redheart starts to question your logic but you don't let her.
"And if I don't get the concepts started then, I'll never have the dresses done with enough time for adjustments and critique...oh no no no! I simply must start now!"
>"Seriously, Rarity. How long can adjustments take?" the nurse asks.
>Releasing a deep breath, you simply nod to Fluttershy.
>"Oh, um, well sometimes we can get a little carried away." she explains sheepishly. "But we're getting better about it."
"It's a work in progress." you nod sadly before switching tones "But, we are getting better, one stitch at a time!"
>"You always were able to complete impossible tasks without enough time." Redheart opines.
>This reminds you of something.
>Something you need to ask Anonymous about.
"Speaking of too much to do... don't let me leave without speaking to Anonymous."
>"Oh, I can do that, but why?"
"I heard a rumor from Canterlot that the Academy has doubled the scope of their newest expansion -including the botanical gardens."
>Redheart and Fluttershy stare back at you blankly, and the pegasus awkwardly scuffs a patio tile.
>You suppress a full eye-roll into an internal sigh, and breath in.
"The Botanical Gardens that Anonymous is Chief Architect for."
>"Okay. Yes, I can see why you would be interested in that." Fluttershy smiles "I won't let you forget. You two always made such a lovely pair."
"Thank you. Now- wait a minute, I beg your pardon!?"
>"Is-is that not why you wanted to talk to him?" she backpedals, looking around nervously "I just thought that was why you followed his work so closely!"
>"Now Rarity, there's nothing wrong with having a little crush." Redheart jumps in, eyes alight as she sips from a bottle of Celestia-knows-what. "We won't spill your secret."
"Anonymous is a good friend -a close friend!- but nothing more!" you rebuff them. "I am a monogamous mare...Herding is simply too messy for me."
>"But if he wasn't in a herd...would you?" the nurse asks, leaning in close.
>Fluttershy's eyes are wide and attentive, a faint blush peeking through the fur on her cheeks, ears up and alert for your response.
"I don't know...I'd never really considered it, and creative types don't always get along very well." you sigh "But it doesn't matter now. He has his herd -and it is a simply darling little group so far if I might add."
>"Somepony said herd, and that is our cue." Roseluck interjects, sauntering over accompanied by Aloe. "So what's the question?"
"Oh nothing, we were just talking about dear Anon's current project-"
>"And teasing Rarity about her relationship with Anon." Redheart adds, earning a fierce scowl.
>"Oh, are you finally ready to admit you have feelings for him, or are you going to let the Herd fill up without you?"
>Et tu, Roseluck?
"Roseluck, please, I couldn't-" you stammer.
>"You could." she says, suddenly serious. "I don't think Anon would be ready for it, but I'm sure he'd accept you in a heartbeat."
>You don't know what to say.
>Anon is a true Gentlecolt, but you meant what you said about being a monogamous mare.
>You aren't prepared for this at all!
>So you just stare back at her silently as Aloe steps up.
>"She's right." the pink mare offers. "I'm sure of it too."
>"But he's a typical colt." Rose continues. "Clueless and clumsy with mares until he finds his footing -it's no wonder he never had any luck with those fussy Canterlot mares- and he'd never make a move and risk your friendship."
>"But, um, he and I went out for a tiny bit. And we're still friends."
>"But how much cajoling did Rarity have to do to make that happen?" Aloe objects "Remember, Lotus and I listened to all of your scheming to make that happen."
>"He's a good colt, Rarity. We'd be happy to have you." the florist offers.
>"Or you, for that matter, Fluttershy." Aloe adds with a small smile.
>"Oh no no no! I really can't! I'm afraid I'm just...I'm just not ready for a coltfriend again!"
>"What, I'm not invited? I am hurt, Roseluck." Redheart asks in mock offense. "I thought we were friends."
 >The two go back and forth -with the occasional quip from Aloe or Fluttershy- leaving you free to withdraw to your thoughts for a moment.
>Anonymous and you were so similar sometimes that he was always able to understand what you were going through.
>On the other hoof, there was something to what you had said earlier...you two were excellent at commiserating over your creative woes, but was that enough to start a relationship?
>And were you ready to join a Herd?
>You had always dreamed of meeting a devoted patrician from Canterlot and living the high life...Anonymous promised a life constantly rubbing against that city's upper crust.
>But the colt had an odd fascination with Ponyville, and a life with him would be putting down permanent roots here.
>And you still weren't sure if you could share a colt.
>One doesn't hear all the gossip and not hear any about oneself, and the rumor was that you were a rather time-consuming marefriend.
>Not that there was anything wrong with being attached to your coltfriends!
>But still, you had never considered the idea, and it was one that made you uneasy.
>As Roseluck giggles into her hoof, you remember your bearings and take another sip of cider.
>Unrefined? Perhaps.
>Delicious? Most definitely.
>As you tune back into the conversation, you catch Fluttershy watching you and she offers a knowing smile.
>You know exactly what she's going to say at your next spa date.


>Bouncing along the path, you can't help but feel excited.
>You last performance was a success, and now you'll have lots of time and bits to spend with Anon!
>Though you are a little anxious about trying to set Bonbon up on a date.
>Anon agreed already, kind of, so you're pretty sure he'll say yes.
>Getting Bonbon to warm up to him first is the tricky part!
>But with a little help from your herdmates (and maybe Tavi) you're sure that you can convince her to give Anon a shot.
>As you reach the back yard, you quickly spot Roseluck and Aloe in a group of ponies.
>Aloe says something to Roseluck, and they break free to come join you at the buffet table.
>A mare can't think straight on an empty stomach!
>You put your plate down to accept a small nuzzle from Aloe.
>...!
>And Roseluck!?
>You're surprised, she never seemed like an affectionate pony...
>Except around Anon, of course.
>(And you can certainly forgive her for that!)
>Greetings aside, you pile your plate high with cobbler and pie (and maybe a few cookies...) and that cinnamon apple bread looks pretty good...
>By the time you finish, Bonnie has left with the girls, and you have to track them to a bench near one of the fires.
>Rude...
>You did take a long time though.
>It's hard to load a plate this expertly though!
>A pony must have patience.
>And balance.
>Dropping into the seat beside Bonnie, you push up against her.
>Just a little.
>Which pushes her against Aloe.
>Who pushes back.
>Just a little.
>"Cut it out, Lyra." Bonbon scolds you, causing Aloe to giggle cutely.
>You look over and her plate doesn't have a single dessert on it.
>For a confectioner, Bonnie sure doesn't have much of a sweet tooth...
>"How was the final concert?" Roseluck asks.
"Oh, it was good. Afternoon shows are always kind of light on attendance, lots of old ponies. But it went well."
>"So you're going to have lots of free time for a while, then?"
"Well, my other group will be working now. But I will have some free time."
>"You're always welcome to come by the spa if we're not busy."
>"Same for the flower shop. It'd be nice to have some backup against my younger sisters once in a while."
>"Backup?" Bonnie asks.
>"It's nothing." Rose says, shaking her mane. "They're just a little nosy."
>"I hate that." your friend commisserates. "You'd think that, being an adult, ponies would stop trying to set you up with their friends like you're still in the academy together."
>Okay, that was unnecessary.
>You're trying your best!
>Geeze, you didn't think that she'd be so grumpy about going to a party.
>This might be harder than you thought.
>But it's nothing you can't overcome!
>But first: cookies!


>Checking your suit one more time, you make your way across the leaf-strewn lawn and around the side of Fluttershy's home.
>In back, the party is already going, though there aren't too many ponies here yet.
>Before you can even greet Fluttershy, a familiar bump to your leg announces Roseluck at your side.
"Hey, princess."
>"Kind of late to show up to your own party."
"First off, this isn't technically my party." you counter "Also, I really needed to finish something and get it sent before I left the office."
>"C'mon. I've barely seen you all week." she says, grabbing the bottom of your coat and dragging you over to a corner of the yard.
>Putting your back against a tree, you can clearly watch the party from here, and it's a nice thing Fluttershy has going here.
>Sliding into a sitting position, you lean your head back against the tree and close your eyes.
>A warm muzzle plants a kiss on your cheek.
>...and then your neck!?
>Eyes snapping open, you turn to find...still just Rose.
>She poorly covers a giggle with her hoof.
>"Okay, Lotus might be on to something."
"Oh?" you ask, wrapping an arm around her barrel. "And what is that?"
>"It's funny how red you turn when caught by surprise."
"Funny, huh?" you reply, pulling her into your lap "Or is it that the ever responsible Roseluck is a bit of a voyeur? Hmmm? Wants to have her belly rubbed where there's a chance somepony might see us?"
>"Anon, no!"
"Leading me away like a couple of teenagers, but not so far away that Aloe won't spot us?"
>"Anon!" she objects as you begin to rub an ear.
"No?"
>"MMMnhh...Anon..."
"Yessss?"
>"Just, let's just do this. Okay?"
"Oh, so I'm just a source of ear rubs, huh?"
>"Yes. Ear rubs and stress."
"I resent that."
>"Then change it."
"And how do I do that?"
>"Quit your job and come work with me."
>You can't help but laugh.
>Roseluck looks up, annoyed, but quickly relaxes into a giggle of her own.
"Sorry, not an option. Other suggestions?"
>"Finish building the Herd so we can hurry up to Happily Ever After?" she says, staring up at you with big, innocent eyes.
>Goddamnit how do ponies do that!?
"I can work on that."
>"Good." she says, placing a peck on your jaw. "There are lots of mares down at the party. You should be able to find three good ones there."
"Yeah, too bad one of my marefriends stole me away from that."
>"You'll live."
>She just gets a hum in response.
>It's just a few minutes, but it seems longer as you just sit there with Roseluck's head in your lap, making small contented noises as you pet her.
>"It's good to see Flitter here."
"Oh, she actually showed up?" you say, squinting across the lawn at the party. "Huh. Yeah, it's good that she got away from her sister for a while."
>"You should go talk to her tonight."
"Why?"
>"Anon."
"What?"
>She reaches up with a hoof, gently steering your gaze downwards to look at her.
>"She's a cute mare."
"She is."
>"She's interested in you."
"Is she?"
>"She is."
"She doesn't show it."
>"Hmmmm." Rose replies, closing her eyes and shaking her head. "You're such a colt, you know that?"
"Am I aware that I am a guy...yes, I am aware."
>If Rose's eyes roll any harder she's going to knock you both over...
>Instead, she gives you a firm rap on the chest.
>"Flitter is interested." she informs you. "But she's a quiet and shy pony."
"With an angry and overbearing sister."
>"That too." Roseluck agrees "But Cloudchaser isn't invited to this party, so you should take the chance to talk to her!"
"Oh, is that an official Roseluck seal of approval?"
>"It is."
"I see." you muse deeply. "Anyone else I should talk to tonight, oh wise matchmaker?"
>"I think Lyra would like you to talk to her friends. Bonbon, Octavia, I think Hazel is going to be here too."
"Well that's three right there." you offer, clapping your hands together as if to seal a deal. "I'll just add them and make Lyra the Alpha Mare. It's the perfect plan!"
>You get another tap on the chest for it, but when you look down Rose is smiling.
>"Anon."
"I know, I know. Lyra would have a nervous breakdown if I made her Alpha."
>"It might be fun to suggest the idea to her though." she says "Just to see what happens."
"Maybe I will. Anyone else?"
>"I will likely be with Rarity and Redheart most of the night, you should stop by. Rarity-"
>She pauses.
>"...you two would be a good match, I think."
"You think?"
>"I do."
"Does it make you nervous?"
>"It does."
>There is a pause while you're both thinking.
>Rarity would be a good addition, especially if Rose is okay with it.
>But is she actually okay with it?
>Would they still be friends after both jockeying for the Alpha role?
>You take a deep breath.
"Thank you for being honest, Rose. Some women-err, mares- would try to keep me away from Rarity if they thought she was competition."
>"We're both good friends with Rarity. It only makes sense."
"She's a good pony."
>"Maybe a little dramatic."
"Just a little." you say and start to get up, but a tiny whine makes you look down.
>Roseluck stares back up at you, emerald eyes wide and pleading.
"I guess I can stay a while."
>"Just give me a few more minutes." she asks. "I don't get you to myself very often!"
"Of course." you say, scooping her up for a fierce cuddling.
>She objects feebly before accepting her fate.


>Fluttershy has done a really good job with this party.
>And she didn't even use the checklist you made for her!
>Incredible!
>She may be the Element of Kindness, but she sure knows how to be Generous too!
>It seems like half of the town is here tonight, and you can see Anon and Roseluck off on their own, having a quiet conversation.
>Fluttershy really nailed it on the head with Roseluck.
>It may have been more chance encounter than planning, but if she hadn't sent Anon to Zecora's, he never would have met Rose.
>You can't help but feel a little twinge of jealousy watching them together.
>Of course, there is still space in his herd...
>You bite your lip, imagining working beside him on some complicated and technical project.
>Your focus interrupted by the occasional hand running through your mane as he checks to make sure you're doing okay.
>"Twilight, I'm glad that you're still here!"
>What?
>Who...?
>OH, it's Cadence!
>It's weird that she's looking for you...you spent all afternoon with her and Shiny!
>And they told you that she's expecting, how exciting!
>You're going to be an Auntie!
"Hi Cadence!" you beam "I wasn't sure if you would come tonight or not."
>"It seemed like a good opportunity to check on Anon."
>Doubling up work and play. Practical.
"He's over by the tree with Roseluck right now."
>She glances around, and lingers for a moment on the couple, before taking a seat beside you.
>From here, the two of you can surreptitiously watch Anon, but also his other mares, which you point out to Cadence.
>It is an excellent vantage point.
>And it's close enough to the food that you don't have to even get up.
>Instead you occasionally snag a bit of something with your magic.
>"You know, Anon isn't the only lonely pony that Celestia and Luna are concerned about."
>Huh?
>"They've asked me to help you."
"I don't know, Anon seems to be doing alright. He has four mares he's very attached to already, and it's only been a little over a month."
>"Not help you with Anon, Twilight. To help /you/."
>Oh no.
>Nonononono.
"Help me?" you ask nervously.
>"Yes, you." she explains "I've set you up with a date for next weekend."
>Help.
>Heeeeeelp!
>Somepony get you out of here!
"Well, I, uhhh-"
>"He is a great colt, Twilight. I think you two will have enough in common to hit it off, and enough differences to keep things interesting." she beams, ignorant to your discomfort.
"Gee, thanks Cadence." you force through gritted teeth.
>She starts to lecture you about, well, being you.
>Always lost in your books or research.
>Not going out enough.
>Blah blah blah.
>Looking up, you see Rose scold Anon firmly with a hoof tap...but she's smiling.
>And now they're laughing.
>You want to know what they're talking about.
>Cadence drones on, and you start to wonder...what if you told her you wanted in on Anon's herd?
>What would she say?
>What would Shiny say?
>Or Celestia for that matter?
>Oh no.
>What if Luna knows?
>She can see your dreams...she probably does!
>Is that why they put Cadence up to this?
>It isn't normal for a Princess to join a Herd, maybe it's against the rules?
>You don't know.
>But you have to find out.
>Also, you need to find an excuse to get out of this date.
>Like, dragon-attacking-Appleoosa level excuse.
>You'll talk to the girls.
>They always know how to help.
>"Well, I guess you'll get to know more about him next Saturday." Cadence says "Auntie should be sending a train ticket on Monday, you'll be staying at the castle for the weekend."
"Okay... I'll look out for it." you say, plastering your best fake smile on.
>"Don't look so nervous, Twily." she says, shaking her head "I'm the expert at this, remember?"
>Oh you remember.
>You remember her telling you all about her frustrations with Anon.
>And Rarity hinted that he felt the same way about Cadence.
>You won't bring that up though.
"If you say so."
>"I do." she insists. "Now where did my husband escape to?"



>Closing the door to the spa, you are careful to lock the door behind you.
>A quick look at your reflection in the window confirms that your pink mane is still perfect.
>It was a quiet evening after Aloe left.
>Mostly just cleaning and watching the clock.
>But now it's off to see Anonymous!
>And the girls.
>And go to a party.
>But you've got your priorities in order.
>And a good Alpha mare takes care of her stallion!
>Humming with cheerful determination, you trot towards the edge of town.
>As you cross the bridge, you spot a familiar face staring at the water.
"Miss Octavia?"
>"Oh, hello. Was it...Lotus?"
>You offer a small nod and stand beside her.
>The river moves lazily, reflecting the fading colors of twilight as the night approaches.
"Are you coming to the party?"
>She hesitates.
>"I was." she explains "But now I'm not so sure."
>You look over, but sometimes it's best just to listen.
>Sometimes you think that is the real reason Rarity comes to the spa...to hear her thoughts out loud.
>The grey mare sighs and continues.
>"I won't know anypony there besides Lyra and Bonbon."
"You know me."
>"I've met you, and the rest of Anonymous' herd, yes."
>But...
>"But the only ones I /really/ know are Lyra and Bonbon and, well just listen to me unloading on you." she says, straightening up "I apologize, I'm keeping you from your friends."
>She starts to turn back into town.
"Octavia, don't go. I know Lyra really wants to spend time with you, don't you want to see her again before you go?"
>"I do." she responds slowly.
"Then why leave now?"
>With a deep breath, she returns to her place watching the river.
>"I don't know if she will have time for me."
"Why would you say that?"
>"She's trying to get Bonbon a date with Anonymous."
>Silly.
>But very much like Lyra.
>She wants her friends to be happy, and you're glad to call her your herdmate.
>"And Bonbon could use a little attention to lift her spirits so I don't want to interfere."
"So let's go to the party, and you can help Lyra with her little scheme." you propose. "And if she doesn't need help, you can stick close to me and the girls."
>"I suppose..."
"Let's go. I don't want to miss any more than I already have!"
>Stepping away from the railing, you look at her expectantly.
>...and she gives you a small smile and joins you.
>And with that, you're on your way once more.


>Carrying a couple of bottles of cider in your magic, you return to your group to find it has changed.
>Roseluck is gone, but Lotus and Tavi are here now.
>Good thing you grabbed a few extras!
>You drop one in each ponies lap before sandwiching yourself between Bonnie and Lotus.
>"There's plenty of space, Lyra." Bonbon grumbles as you squeeze into place.
>Ignoring her protests, you turn to Lotus, who gives you a hug.
>This herd thing is great!
>If only Bonbon would give it a chance, maybe she wouldn't be so grumpy anymore.
>Speaking of grumpy Bonbons, the one next to you gets up and heads towards the buffet.
>You watch, and when she's far enough away you clear your throat.
"Girls, I need some help."
>"What is it, Lyra?" Aloe asks.
"That mare" you point to Bonnie "needs a date with Anon."
>Tavi and Lotus share a look and Aloe considers the idea.
>"We both know that she doesn't like surprises." Tavi says. "So maybe start bringing her along with the group?"
>"You could have them both over for dinner." Aloe suggests
"I, uhhh..."
>"I can come help if you let me know ahead of time." Lotus offers helpfully.
"Thanks, Lotus. You girls are the best."


>So far the party has been going just wonderful.
>Lots of ponies showed up, Anon and his herd are all having a good time, there's lots of food...
>And Applejack even convinced Flitter to come, and has been with her all night.
>She and Rainbow have been telling the starry-eyed pegasus all about Anon's hoofball exploits.
>You can't help but giggle at how she's hanging on Rainbow's every word.
>Applejack was right, she really does have a huge crush on Anon.
>A tug on your tail makes you turn around, but nopony is there.
>Well that wasn't very...oh, it's Angel Bunny.
"Hello Angel, is one of the critters giving you trouble?"
>It would be surprising, but a party like this might make some of them nervous.
>Hopefully it isn't anything important.
>Your irritable li'l rabbit goes through a series of hops and gestures.
>All while frowning, of course.
>A pony is coming.
>A pegasus.
>With a spikey mane?
>She's purple with-oh no!
>It's Cloudchaser, you just know it!
>You motion for Angel to lead the way, and you follow him around the side of the house.
>Sure enough, a scowling purple pegasus mare is stomping towards the party.
>Think strong, Fluttershy.
>Think about what Rainbow Dash would do.
>Okay, maybe not that.
>You don't want to hurt anypony.
>Maybe what Applejack would do?
>Yes.
>You'll politely let firmly ask her to leave.
>That's what you'll do.
>"Fluttershy."
"Oh, um. Hello, Cloudchaser."
>"I've come to collect my sister."
"Well, um, can't she fly home on her own?"
>"Apparently not."
"I don't understand."
>"She shouldn't be here. I am coming to get her."
>And with that she moves around you.
>But you muster just enough courage to block her path again.
"I'm s-sorry, but this is a private p-party." you stammer, struggling to stand firm. "You need to leave, please."
>Oh why did you say please!
>For ponies sake, Fluttershy...
>"I'm not leaving without Flitter. Understand?" she growls.
>"I reckon if Fluttershy told ya to leave, you'd best do so."
>Applejack!
>"Yeah, no pony talks to my friends that way!"
>Rainbow Dash!
>You can feel your heart swelling, knowing that your friends are here for you.
>It's swelling so much, you're feeling faint.
>Pull it together, Fluttershy!
>"Now this is Fluttershy's party, at her place on her land full of ponies invited by her."
>"An invite you didn't get!"
>"I know you don't much like Flitter hangin' around me, Rainbow and definitely not Anon. But that just isn't your call. She's a grown mare, and she's having' a good time."
>"So just scram already!"
>The ponies on either side of you step forward and together, putting themselves between you and the smoldering pegasus.
>There is a long pause as Cloudchaser tries to stare your friends down.
>"This isn't over." Cloudchaser spits, spreading her wings and taking to the air.
>"I s'ppose not."
>Rainbow unfurls hers as well, just in case, but Cloudchaser retreats into the night.
>Once she's gone, your knees give out and you collapse onto the ground.
>Immediately you feel your friends curl up against you, and a wing drapes across your back.
>"Aw 'Shy, you did real good."
>"Yeah, you kept her away long enough for us to notice, and that's all the break we needed!"
>"She's gone now, and you know we've got your back."
"Th-thanks girls." you sniffle "Oh dear, it was just so...I don't even know..."
>They lay there in the grass with you for a few minutes, waiting for your nerves to calm down, before Applejack gets to her hooves.
>"Alright girls, let's get back before someone notices we're missin'."
>"Do we tell Flitter?"
"No!" you exclaim, getting to your hooves and following them. "It would ruin her evening. You mustn't!"
>"Alright, geeze." Rainbow says. "We'll keep this between us."
"Thank you."


>It's been over an hour since Applejack told you about Cloudchaser.
>You're proud of Fluttershy for handling it so well!
>You would have gone to help too if they would have asked.
>Rarity and Pinkie would have as well, you're sure of it.
>Where is Pinkie, anyways?
>You know she's here somewhere...
>Wandering around the party, you spot Anon talking with Lyra, Bonbon and Octavia.
>No fair!
>You were going to introduce him to Octavia!
>It wasn't just anypony who could orchestrate a big soloist like her playing with a small orchestra like Ponyvilles.
>Darn musicians, all knowing each other and stuff.
>"HI TWILIGHT!"
>Gah!
"Ahhh!"
>"Ahhh!"
"Pinkie! You shouldn't sneak up on ponies like that!"
>"Sorry Twilight. You just looked deep in thought, so I didn't want to disturb you."
"So you shouted in my ear!?"
>"I might have gotten impatient." she chuckles awkwardly before bouncing back to her exuberant self. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"
"Oh, I was actually looking for you and then noticed Anon and Octavia talking."
>"Ooooh."
"What?"
>"You gonna go join them?"
"I mean, maybe. Why are you looking at me like that?"
>Pinkie shrugs.
>"I don't know, maybe because I think you should~"
"Pinkie..."
>The pink party pony plops her plot down beside you and smooshes her face against yours.
>You've learned not to fight it.
>"Twilight, we both know you've got the hots for Anon."
"I-I don't know what you're-"
>She stuffs a caramel apple into your mouth.
>"I'm not telling you to go sit in his lap, you silly filly." she says, rolling her eyes "Just go spend time with him instead of watching him from across the yard. Sheesh, and you call me creepy!"
>That's not a fair comparison!
"Thss'n'a fr- grrrr" you grumble, chomping away at the candy coated fruit.
>You can't help but appreciate the fact that Applejack used honeycrisps for this.
>Excellent choice.
>Wait, no, focus Sparkle!
>You're being irritated with...where in Tartarus did she go?
>That mare is going to be the death of you.
>Finishing your caramel apple, you dispose of the stick and magic your muzzle clean.
>Seeing that Pinkie is gone again, you return your focus to Anon.
>Maybe Pinkie is right.
>You'll just go join in, nothing awkward about it.
>You're his friend, after all!


>You watch as Anon helps Pinkie Pie move all of the patio furniture.
>He's so strong!
>He's also very tall, so maybe for a human this is just normal?
>You should ask him.
>The way he tossed you on the bed the other day...unf!
>Calm yourself, Heartstrings, you're in public!
>Anon starts to come back over when Pinkie starts playing some music, and Aloe quickly intercepts him, steering him back out onto the improvised dance floor.
>You really don't know if he's doing a good job dancing.
>He's moving to the beat, but you've never seen a human dance other than Anon.
>"Lyra, you're staring." Hazel teases from beside you, eliciting a giggle from Lotus on your other side.
"I-I was just thinking about his dancing!"
>"It's alright, he's your coltfriend." Lotus coos. "I find myself staring at him sometimes too."
>That's not helpful, Lotus!
>And now you aren't thinking about his dancing anymore.
>Now you're remembering the night you waited in bed for him to come home!
>It's a good thing you were already blushing, this is terrible!
>"You should go take the next song, I'm sure your herdmate won't mind."
>That's probably true.
>But you dance almost as badly as Twilight!
>You even kicked the chocolate fountain over at your senior gala!
>Meringue was a jerk, so you don't feel bad he got soaked... but poor Mister Spanner had to clean it up!
>He was such a nice old stallion!
>No, you couldn't possibly dance.
>You'd just embarrass yourself in front of Anon.
>"Lyra? Lyyyyyra? We're just teasing you, love." Hazel reassures you.
>What?
>Oh, your ears are down, aren't they.
>This intuitive chef pony and her empathy!
>She's like a Roseluck that cooks!
>Actually, Rose does cook, and pretty well too!
>So does Lotus, and if Lotus does you'd bet that Aloe does.
>Only you know how to burn water, in fact-
>"Lyra, we were only joking." Lotus says, interrupting your thoughts with a hug. "But if you aren't going to take the next song, I am."
>She hops off the bench and trots up to Anon and Aloe, and her sister starts heading back to join you.
>Lotus and Aloe are so graceful!
>You dance like a spastic.
>And they cook.
>And you...you've never had a coltfriend before and have to fight to keep your place in the Herd!
>This would be easier if Bonnie was with you, but she's one hundred percent against being setup on a date by you!
>Maybe Tavi can help you.
>You know that the girls will all tell you that you've got nothing to worry about.
>But that isn't true!
>Sure, being cute is a good trait in a marefriend!
>And you're good at that, Anon told you so!
>But is it a good enough to become a wife?
>"You are verrrry quiet, Lyra." Hazel observes.
"Huh?"
>"You did not even notice your herdmate, Aloe, come and go." she says "So what troubles you?"
>Looking around, you see that it's just the two of you here now.
"I, uh...oh Hazel, I'm hopeless!" you lament. "I don't know anything about herding. I'm not cut out to be an alpha, I can't dance, and you've *seen* me cook before and I don't even really know anything about colts to begin with and- oh I just don't know how I'm supposed to keep up with the other girls!"
>Staring down at the patio bricks, you feel a pair of hooves wrap you in a hug.
>"You are a wonderful mare, and that was one time-"
"Two times. The Caramel."
>"Two times." she chuckles, still stroking your mane. "Even ponies who have cutie marks in cooking still make mistakes now and then, Lyra."
"The other girls don't..."
>"Lyra, my lovely little Lyra, surely you cannot really think that you have nothing to offer."
"I think I'm pretty cute!" you squeak out, twiddling your hooves.
>"Yes, I think so too. And I think Anonymous thinks so as well." She says, stroking your mane. "It is a good start, no?"
"I guess."
>"It was enough to get you into the Herd, wasn't it?"
"Yeah...it was."
>"So what is the matter? It sounds like you are doing great!"
"Well...humans take a long time to date." you explain slowly "So we're all dating him together, but we aren't officially a Herd yet."
>"Ooooh, so you're afraid some mare with a little more *experience* to offer is going to push you out?"
>You nod.
>"I think this unlikely. But, if you are worried, I will help you with whatever crazy scheme you have in mind."
"Scheme?"
>"You don't have a plan?"
>A plan?
>No not really...unless...
"Teach me how to cook?"
>Hazel blinks in surprise.
"Lotus said there are two ways to a colt's heart, through his stomach and ...uhhh..."
>Your friend smirks broadly at the fierce blush burning on your face as you stutter.
>"Yes, I have heard this adage before." she laughs. "I will teach you to cook, but are you sure you don't want to pursue a two-pronged attack?"
>What does she mean by....!
>Well yes, you certainly do want that...but you can't just talk about that at a party!
>"Oh my. Well then you just come over some morning during the week and I will help you with one half of this plan."


>To quote Applejack: "Aw ponyfeathers".
>You chickened out.
>Instead of sitting next to Anon, you put Octavia between you.
>You wanted to slide into their conversation instead of awkwardly butting in.
>But of course you got carried away and started talking about Trotmaninoff's work with the cellist and now Anonymous is out on the dance floor with Lotus.
>Darn it, Sparkle!
>If you don't speak up soon it's all going to fall apart!
>Anon will fill his Herd and Cadence will have an endless list of suitors and blind dates...
>...this could be karma, you suppose, for encouraging her to do the same for Anon.
>"He is surprisingly agile for such a gangly stallion."
>What?
"What?"
>"Anonymous. I wouldn't imagine somepony built like him to dance so well."
"How can you even tell? It's not like we have anything to compare him to." you ask skeptically.
>"His motions are well timed to match the beat of the music, he seems to have good situational awareness and the motions are controlled and deliberate."
>Moving in sync to the beat of the music is probably the definition of dancing.
>Logically, that works.
>But controlled and deliberate...?
"So you're saying that his dancing is confident?"
>Octavia pauses, then nods.
>"Yes. I hadn't intended it like that, but I see how you came to that conclusion."
>Anon has probably been drinking.
>Which helps him dance confidently.
>He told you that once.
>Anon...
>You were supposed to be helping to build his herd, but mostly you just wanted in yourself.
>But what if...
>You cast a glance at the grey mare beside you.
>Intelligent, traditional and reserved...and even Rarity appreciates her good taste.
>All things you would look for in a companion.
>Plus she's already friends with Lyra!
>She is perfect.
"Do you dance?"
>The sudden question catches her off guard, and she chokes on a crostini in a rather undignified way.
"Err, are you okay?"
>"I...I am fine." she wheezes.
"Touchy subject?"
>"No...well yes, but it shouldn't be." she explains as she regains her composure. "It shouldn't be. But I dance to more classical pieces."
"I happen to know the DJ if you want to put in a request." you offer, "It's getting late, and most of the ponies are wandering home, nopony will mind."
>She seems unsure still.
>Maybe later.
>"And you princess? Do you dance?"
"No no no, not really." you answer "It's, well it's something I need some improvement in."
>She offers the tiniest of grins at your tactful response.
>"If it makes you feel better, I do not know how to dance the way Anonymous and Aloe are."
"It's a skill, and I don't know where they learned."
>"They probably learned by doing, and they probably weren't very good at it at first."
"So practice? But how do you practice without embarrassing yourself?
>"I do not know. Alcohol, perhaps. Or maybe they're willing to look a little silly so long as they have fun." she shrugs. "I am not the pony to ask."
>"Who cares what ponies think if you're having FUN!" a voice shouts into your ear.
>Now it's your turn to choke as part of your tart goes down the wrong pipe.
>For Celestia's sake, Pinkie...
>Octavia appears just as shell shocked.
>"But don't worry, I know a few fancy orchestra types! I've got just the song for you!"
>And before you can even say anything she's gone again.
>As the song winds down, she waves at you then points at Octavia, the rock beat having been replaced by strings, almost imperceptibly quiet but rising in a slow crescendo.
>Right, you've got to get her out there.


>Standing over a passed out Rainbow Dash you can't help but notice an unusual change of music.
>As Redheart makes sure that the pegasus is still alive, you watch a heated conversation between Twilight and Octavia across the dance floor from you.
>Soon enough the grey mare plods onto the floor with some trepidation.
>Anon is then pushed out there by Pinkie and Lyra.
>Oh Twilight, subtlety is not thy name.
>Still, you can't help but approve in her choice of mare.
>You have long said that Anonymous could use a more refined influence in his life.
>An influence you have tried to be.
>Your decision to go with either Aloe or Lotus (who could have thought he'd take *both* of them!) was a reflection of that.
>They aren't as reserved as the cellist, for sure.
>But they can at least appreciate the finer things.
>"Dash is fine." Redheart says, straightening up  "Just passed out, as usual."
"That is wonderful to hear." you sigh. "Perhaps someday she will learn the definition of moderation."
>"I wouldn't count on it." the nurse quips back.
>"What have I missed?" Roseluck asks, returning with a plate stacked high with miniature éclairs.
>Plucking one from her proffered plate, you ponder the couple on the dance floor.
>"Oh, what have we here?" Red asks, before snagging a pastry for herself. "And what have we here~"
>All three of you watch the musician lead Anonymous around the floor.
>Surveying the rest of the party, most ponies aren't paying attention, and a few of the more cultured ones are out there themselves.
>"Another single mare bites the dust." Redheart opines, earning a scoff from Roseluck.
"A single dance hardly begets a relationship." you counter. "I've danced with Anonymous, after all."
>"That's almost in Red's favor, isn't it?" Roseluck asks.
"What can you possibly mean by that?"
>"I have just noticed that the only mares who spend as much time with Anonymous as you do are myself and the girls."
"We've been over this-"
>"I know, I know." she backtracks "You're a monogamous mare."
>Humph.
"Well perhaps the mare who complains about being single should take notes." you deflect with a pointed look at Redheart.
>"W-well, I..."
>"Go ahead, every other mare in town is after him." Roseluck says with a shake of her head. "Might as well have you join the chase too."
>Redheart begins to protest but you will have none of that.
"And don't even think about saying you're too old." you preempt. "I've already explained why Anonymous won't care...or notice, probably."
>Roseluck laughs and Redheart scowls.
>You, however, return your attention to the pair on the dance floor.
>There are a few other couples out there, but you don't care about them -only Anonymous and Octavia hold your interest.
>Some more culture would do Anonymous good, and it seemed like the musician needed some assistance getting out more, so perhaps they will do well together?
>Poor Roseluck can barely keep the three others in check as it is.
>A more reserved mare might help to balance the chaos.
>Part of you wonders if the Herd brought chaos to Anonymous, or if he just attracts it naturally.
>He seems to use it almost as a shield of sorts.
>There's always an exit when so much is in flux.
>You shall have to have him over for dinner again sometime soon.


>Most of the guests have gone.
>Pinkie Pie is packing up the DJ equipment.
>And you are exhausted.
>Luckily, Applejack was still here helping you clean up.
>She's also probably watching Anonymous and Flitter.
>Anon has had a lot to drink, and it means that he's using big gestures and talking loudly which has the poor pegasus simply enthralled.
>"Anon's layin' it on kinda thick, ain't he?" Applejack chuckles as she helps you carry the leftovers into the house.
"He's having a good time, and that's what counts."
>"I s'pose you're right." she chuckles, looking back over her shoulder. "Flitter's just eatin' it right up."
"He might be over exaggerating a little." you say, earning a snort from the farmpony.
>"Might? If I didn't know any better, I'd think he's trying to impress her, Shy."
"Maybe he is?"
>"Probably."
"Well, isn't that what you wanted?" you ask, unloading some bowls onto the kitchen table.
>"It sure is." Applejack replies, bumping her own load off her back and onto the counter. "I'm a mite bit worried about Cloudchaser though."
"But you weren't before?"
>"I dunno, Shy." she sighs. "I guess I thought with hoofball over Cloudchaser would lighten up a spell, but she clearly hasn't."
>Hmmm.
>She is right, of course, but what can you do about it?
"Is there even anything we can do about it?"
>"Not likely." she answers. "It's something Anon is gonna have to deal with sooner or later."
"Well let's leave it to him then."
>You didn't really want to confront Cloudy again anyways...


>You are Anon, and this party has been pretty great.
>Fluttershy is good people.
>Good ponies?
>Good ponies.
>Speaking of good ponies, you are currently sitting by the fire with a cute pegasus.
>CUTE.
>Flitter was pretty shy, but she somehow prodded you into talking about the Canterlot Works project.
>And you just finally wound down a moment ago.
>You feel kind of bad.
>Got a little carried away there.
>Went off on a monologue like a shitty action movie villain.
>But she humored you.
>Because Flitter is good ponies.
>Popping a fresh top you lean back and throw one arm across the back of the bench.
>Taking a swig of cider, you ponder the fire for a moment.
"So you work with bees normally, right?"
>"Mhm!"
"But they're dormant for the Winter now."
>"Most of them, yes."
"So what do you do until they come back?"
>"Oh. Well...I still have some reports left. And then, um, I read a lot..."
"So you make enough to just take the entire Winter off?"
>"I, um, basically. Yes."
"That is awesome. I knew people who did that back on Earth, and I was always super jealous!"
>"It's pretty nice I guess." she agrees. "You have to be careful or, um, you might go broke before work starts again."
"Learned that yourself?"
>She nods sheepishly.
>"I ate a lot of toast the last two weeks before my second season in Ponyville."
"But you've got it down now?"
>"Mhm! This is was my third season, and last Winter went much better!"
"Well here's to your best Winter yet!" you say, offering a raised bottle.
>It takes Flitter a second to find her own, but she meets your bottle with a tiny *clink* and takes a sip while you down the last of yours.
>Looking around, you realize that there's no one left but the two of you.
>Presumably Flutters is around somewhere.
>Still, the place is all packed up and there's no cider left.
"Looks like we've outlasted the party." you comment, stretching your arms and slowly getting up off the bench. "C'mon, I'll walk you home."
>"Maybe we should put out the fire?"
"Good call."
>You locate a cooler full of ice and water and pour it out onto the fire, creating a surprisingly large amount of ashy steam.
>When it clears, Flitter looks at you and starts giggling uncontrollably.
"Well. Fire's out."
>"You...haha...you've got something..."
>Stifling another giggle fit, the pegasus jumps into the air with a flap of her wings.
>Drifting up to you, Flitter doesn't try to hide her smirk as she brushes the ashes off of your shoulders.
>Getting the debris out of your hair proves more difficult for her.
>Hooves really aren't made for that kind of thing.
>When you attempt to run a hand through your hair, you find said hand batted away.
>Repeatedly.
>"I've almost got it!" she assures you every time, hovering just behind your head.
>Each time you think she's done, she finds more to pick at.
>You even think you heard a deep sniff back there.
>Taking as long as it is, you can't help but wonder what she's up to.
>With Rainbow, you'd be suspicious.
>With Flitter, it's hard not to trust her.
>You doubt that she's ever pulled a prank on anybody.
>Eventually she decides that you're suitably cleaned off and returns to the ground beside you.
"Am I clean enough to walk home in the dark now?"
>She nods with a smile, either oblivious to your sarcasm or willfully ignoring it.
>Walking around the house, the two of you proceed down the lane heading back into town.
>The only sound is a cold wind rustling through the trees.
>Overhead, bright yet unfamiliar constellations light up the sky.
>You reach a hand out and place it on Flitter's withers, gently steering her closer in beside you as you trek homeward.
"You know, back home I used to know the stories behind quite a few of our constellations, but I've never really had a chance to learn about the stars here."
>"But don't you know the Princesses?"
"I do. Why?"
>"Well, Princess Luna controls the moon and the stars..."
"Ah, I see what you mean. I guess I was just always so busy with work that I never had a chance to ask her."
>"I-I know a couple of them. Princess Twilight did a lecture on them once..."
"Did a lot of ponies show up for that one?"
>"Actually, yes. It was one of the best ones." she chirps happily "Everypony likes a good story!"
"Very true." you agree. "Do you remember any that are up right now?"
>Looking over, you can make out the pegasus surveying the skies overhead.
>"I do!" she exclaims proudly, hopping into the air and drifting in close. "These stars here are the body of Albrecht the Wanderer, a restless gryffon sorcerer."
>You follow her outstretched hoof as she continues.
>"And these stars are his wings, and if you look really hard you can see a couple of faint stars that make up his tail!"
"Alright, I think I see what you're talking about."
>"Albrecht loved to travel, learning about new cultures and discovering unheard of magiks, but his parents were gryffon nobles that constantly tried to force him to settle down."
>She scrunches her face in concentration, before letting go a sigh.
>"There's a lot more to the story that I can't remember. Lots and lots of attempts by his parents to get him to come home and behave like a proper gryffon. Eventually he runs off to a mountain cabin, where he spends an entire year crafting a powerful spell to escape from his parents' latest scheme. When his father and their guards finally come for Albrecht, he casts the spell which launches him into the stars, where he can wander forever, out his parents' reach."
>That actually hurts.
>The idea of a child and his parents being so estranged that he cuts them off permanently isn't new.
>But you didn't choose to cut yours off.
>What do they even think happened to you?
>Are they still looking for you?
>Have they given up?
>As you pull your flask from inside your coat, you hear a sniffle beside you.
>Downing a long pull of bourbon, you tuck the flask away.
>You can deal with your problems later, it seems like you aren't the only one effected by that story.
"You...you okay, Flitter?"
>"Sometimes...I kind of understand him." she whispers.
"You do?"
>"I just- sometimes I- it's just hard with Cloudy."
>She sullenly drops back onto the road, staring pointedly at the ground.
>You return your hand to her back, rubbing gently, eventually taking a knee.
>"She thinks I'm too shy and too nerdy and that I'll n-never find a stallion."
>Her rump hits the ground.
>"And- and- when I found y- when I found a great stallion she said that- that I was being greedy!"
"How in Equestria is it greedy to find a great stallion?"
>"We don't- we don't have a lot of money." she cries softly, leaning into your touch. "She said that mom and d-dad could never afford the dowry and t-told me to find a nice normal stallion!"
>The sound of four hooves touching down forcefully on the dirt behind you announces the arrival of another pony.
>"That's because they can't!" Cloudchaser growls as you turn around. "This isn't some stupid hoofball feud like half the town thinks, Flits! You're going to bankrupt dad and you'll break moms heart!"
>"You don't know that!" the normally quiet pegasus shouts, her wings flaring, causing you to step back. "Princess Twilight says magic solves new problems every day!"
>"Flitter, be real, you can't count on that-"
>"And why is it *my* responsibility to have foals for mom!?" she presses on "Maybe it's *you* that should find a nice normal stallion!"
>"Don't you dare push that on me!"
>"Why do you get a free pass and I don't?" she cries, wings drooping to the ground. "It's not fair."
>"Life isn't fair, we just make the best out of what we're dealt." Cloudchaser spits "Don't you get it Flits? I'm just trying to keep the family together!"
>"No. No you're-" Flitter sputters.
>"And you." Cloudchaser says, finally turning her attention away from her sister. "Look at what you're doing to us! Leave my sister alone, or I'll break your other arm!"
>It might be the alcohol.
>It might be the adrenaline.
>It might be the primal urge to protect a crying female.
>But something inside you ignores the logic and reason screaming to de-escalate.
>And you take a step forward, shifting yourself in front of Flitter.
>You roll your bad shoulder, testing it, checking its limits.
>Maybe you should have worn that sling more often...
>Still, it'll have to do.
>"Back off, Anon!"
"What, so you can keep bullying your little sister?"
>"That's none of your business!"
>Before you can counter with a witty and/or noble reply, she lunges into the air, straight at you.
>All you can do is put a foot back and a shoulder forward, ready to take the blow.
>And of course, out of habit you protect your dominant arm and put your injured shoulder forward.
>Like a feather covered cartoon cannonball Cloudchaser crashes into you, sending you both rolling in the dirt lane.
>Scrambling as fast as you can, you push the pain in your shoulder and your ribs to the back of your mind and tackle Cloudchaser before she can get into the air again.
>You aren't Big Mac, but your sheer size gives you the leverage you need to pin her to the ground.
"Why...are you doing this...Cloudy?" you grunt through clenched teeth, fighting to control the grapple.
>"It's for...my family!" she growls as she gets a forehoof momentarily free.
"I don't believe that." you counter, dodging a strike by the rogue hoof.
>"Then don't! It doesn't matter what you think!" she says, rolling you onto your back and flaring her wings.
>Cloudchaser starts to take off, but you seize hold of one of her hind legs and, with a mighty heave, pull her into the dust.
>"Please! Stop! Stop fighting!"
>"You already had a chance to talk!"
"I'll stop if she will."
>"Buck you!" Cloudchaser exclaims, kicking out with her free leg and catching you in the chest.
>The hit knocks the wind out of you for a mere second, but it's all that Cloudy needs to escape your grasp.
>"What in Tartarus is going on out here?" an unfamiliar voice calls out over the din.
>But before they can intervene, Cloudchaser makes another charging attack at you from above.
>This time you get purchase on a wing before the two of you go tumbling.
>"Please stop!"
"Ready to do so!" you say, slamming Cloudchaser down.
>"My wing!" She cries out "You asshole!"
>Shifting away from her, you get to your feet and watch her warily as she does the same.
>"That's enough you two!" the raspy voice orders as an older stallion comes into view.
>He has a drooping white moustache and is wearing a blue coat.
>And a badge.
>Well, this is gonna be awkward to explain to Celestia.


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Chapter 16
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"I cannot believe it!"
>You are Rarity.
>And you cannot believe what you are hearing.
>"I'm sorry to say that it's true." Twilight sighs.
>Anonymous, brawling with Cloudchaser in the streets like some sort of common brute!
>You always held his appreciation for beer and sports to be rather...simple.
>But this!
>This is almost inconceivable!
>But here it is.
>A simple fact.
>Twilight received the report with her daily mail this morning.
>Undoubtedly this had to do with Flitter -the poor mare, stuck between Anonymous and her sister!- but while fighting for the hoof of a lover was certainly romantic once... the time of such gestures has passed.
>You roll your eyes internally at the realization that the Apple family probably still embraces this kind of thing.
>Maybe the time for these gestures isn't *entirely* passed.
>"Rarity?"
"Oh! I'm sorry Twilight, I simply became lost in my own thoughts for a moment."
>"It's okay, I'm not sure what to think myself."
"It just never crossed my mind that this little feud would ever escalate like this."
>"It certainly isn't in character for Anon." Twilight agrees. "Though Cloudchaser has been in a few fights before."
"I had no idea."
>"I only found out today. Mostly when she was younger, mostly defending her sister from bullies."
"Well, I can hardly hold that against her."
>"Of course not. If everypony stood up to bullies, Equestria would be a better place!"
>Twilight hums.
>"Maaaaaybe not with such a hooves-on approach though."
"No, maybe not." you agree with a small laugh "I do think I am going to have to find Anonymous someday this week and give him an earful."
>"I am too!" Twilight agrees with a stamp of her hoof, before her ears fall and she adds "As soon as I figure out what to say."
"I don't understand, dear."
>"I just feel like maybe if we had done a better job setting Anon up -as well as you've done- that Anon wouldn't have walked right into this mess."
"Twilight" you say sternly "To believe that Anonymous' solitude is anypony's fault but his own is ridiculous, and I for one simply will not hear it."
>"But I-"
"I know." you cut her off with a huff. "You were the one who set the entire herd idea in motion. It was an honest mistake, and you cannot let Anon wield it against you as some kind of weapon."
>You take a calming breath before continuing.
"You are an excellent friend, and you should speak openly and honestly with Anonymous. Do not spare him."
>"Maybe you're right..."
"Of course I'm right."
>"Okay. Yes. You're right.  Tonight I will make a list of points I need to make to him, and tomorrow I will find him and tell him how disappointed I am in him!"
"That's the spirit, dear."

>You are Anonymous.
>Favored engineer/architect of the Diarchy
>Resident Human in Equestria
>Unwitting subject of a Herd Mandate
>And today, you don't feel all that great.
>You didn't drink that much last night, so it's only a slight headache.
>Your arm is /killing/ you...
>...maybe you'll actually wear the sling for a while.
>But it's the knot in your stomach that's really bothering you.
>When you woke up you tried to brush it off as a result of last night's drinking.
>But you can't lie to yourself.
>And you know that it's because of the fight last night.
>You're out for a walk, hoping that it will help, but all it's done is free your mind to worry.
>What the hell happened?
>You'd only been in one fight in your entire life, and a scuffle on the bus in 5th grade really doesn't make you some sort of street fighter.
>Normally, you try to defuse these kinds of things.
>Oh well.
>Too late to change things now.
>You only have to face your Herd.
>And your friends.
>The lecture you're sure to get from Twilight won't be fun.
>Nor will the haranguing you're bound to receive from Rares.
>And the court-ordered letter of apology to Celestia and Luna will be awkward to write.
>But you could handle those.
>Even balance them out with some commiserating at the bar with Rainbow and AJ.
>They've got your back.
>You don't know how Aloe and Lotus will react, but given Lotus' history with Cloudchaser you suspect that they will be surprised, but supportive.
>Or Lotus will, at least.
>Aloe can be hard to read sometimes.
>But the two you fear the most are Lyra and Roseluck.
>Lyra...is so naively innocent sometimes that you're worried that she'll think less of you because of this.
>And Rose, well, you can already feel the crushing weight of her quiet disappointment.
>Reaching into your jacket, you pull out your flask and take a swig.
>The sharp burn of the alcohol quickly mellows into the lingering sweetness of apples.
>God Bless Sweet Apple Acres.
>Stashing it away, you look up to find that your feet have taken you to the house.
>You had promised Jim Beam that you'd let him do his work.
>But maybe it wouldn't be a bad day to walk the site, see how things are going.
>Just to keep your mind occupied.
>Walking to the front gate, you stop to take in the scene before you.
> (And to take another gulp of SAA Special Reserve)
>The deck is gone, though you can see a few bits of it in the rubbish heap at the side of the house.
>On the opposite side of the house, you can see a team of ponies carefully lowering a beam through the cellar doors.
>And every so often a pony comes out of the house with old carpet, rotten floorboards or other construction debris.
>Capping the flask, you open the gate and head in to get a closer look.

>A demo pony kindly points you to the east end of the house, where the flooring needs to be redone.
>Stepping into one of the rooms, you find Jim and Walnut discussing a floor that has been stripped down to bare beams.
"You guys sure move fast."
>Two heads whip around, and Wally adopts a sly grin.
>"You owe me ten bits."
>"Yeah, yeah." Beam scowls. "What can I do for ya, boss?"
"Just coming around to see how things are going." you shrug "I can't leave you unsupervised forever."
>"It woulda been nice." the forepony grunts "As you can see, we've got most of the demo complete. And with the first flurries scheduled just two weeks from now, we'll be pushing the roofers to get movin' a-sap."
"I'm a little surprised that you stripped the floors down to the cross-members...was the water damage that bad?"
>"Just two rooms." Walnut clarifies "And I planned for three in my budget. The others aren't nearly so bad."
"Ha! We're still ahead then, good to hear!"
>"So far so good, yeah." Jim agrees. "We'll have ya in here by Hearthswarming. I'd bet money on it."
"I would appreciate that. I really would."
>Wait a minute.
"Didn't you just lose a bet to Wally?"
>"Everybody's a critic." he groans "C'mon, I'll show you what we've got done while Wally gets back to work."


>Jim leads you around, and it is obvious that the house has been thoroughly gutted already, an impressive feat given the timetable.
>Of course, that's part of why you like Jim.
>It might cost you a pretty bit, but he has a knack for getting the most out of the crews he manages.
>A balance of bonuses and overtime, you suppose.
>In the master bedroom you see boxes of neatly stacked recovered tile next to boxes of new blank tiles.
>"We'll be starting that bathroom soon, we were able to salvage about two thirds of the original tile." Jim explains "I've got a designer working on drawings for how to use it. Should be on your desk this week."
"I understand." you say, wandering back out into the hall. "And the deck?"
>"Wally is starting on that as soon as the lumber arrives. Should be here any day now."
"Won't the roof underneath it have to be redone first?"
>"I already told those slackers what the deal is. If they don't get a move on, they'll have to work around it."
"Won't that take longer and cost more?" you ask, furrowing your brow.
>"Not the way I wrote their contract. Issues stemming from /their/ buck-ups are /their/ problem." he explains. "That's why I know they'll get it done in time."
"You're one hell of a taskmaster, Jim."
>"Wouldn't be worth th' cost if I wasn't." he grumbles, leading the way back downstairs. "Speakin' of buck-ups, the hell'd you do to your arm?"
"Aw, I just hurt it playing hoofball. Nothing big. Probably."

"Probably, huh? You sound like one of the guys after doin' something stupid." he snorts. "Anyways, is there anythin' else you want to see today?"
"How about the basement? I'd like to see how the reinforcements are going."
>"Er, I'd rather not, boss." he frowns "Nothin' personal, it's just a bit cramped right now and the jobs tough enough as it is without us nosin' around down there."
"Alright. Then I guess that's all."
>"Really? No new change-orders? Last minute additions?"
"It's too early still for any of that, but I'm sure they will come in time."
>"Well okay then, boss. I'm goin' to get back to work if ya don't mind, then."
"I can find my way out." you say with a nod.
>After Jim departs, you cut through the house and cross the backyard.
>Walking out onto the crumbling dock, you watch a pony pull her cart along on the far side of the river.
>Behind her, you can see the pastel skyline of Ponyville.
>And on the far horizon, Canterlot Mountain, with its namesake city suspended upon it.
>Canterlot...
>A few months ago you'd never have believed what your life is like now.
>No panicking over last minute details.
>No backers and investors to placate over cost overruns.
>No daily check-ins from the Royals or their messengers.
>A whole new set of problems, sure.
>Taking a seat with your legs hanging over the edge, you close your eyes and breathe for a few slow moments.
>New problems indeed...
>Forming a Herd.
>Building a Home.
>And of course the most recent incident last night...
>You can't help but think that you both got off pretty easy, with the constable just ordering you both to write letters of apology to one of the Princesses for "Breaking the Royal Peace" or something.
>Cloudchaser almost looked like she wanted to object.
>Considering your friendship with Twilight, she must think you're getting off easy.
>But she clearly hasn't been lectured by Princess Twilight Sparkle before.
>They never end, and any interruption sends her off on a tangent that only draws the process out.
>Opening your eyes, your hand instinctively pulls the flask out of its hiding place and up to your lips.
>Tilting your head back to down the last swallow, you can't help but catch another glimpse of Canterlot, gleaming white on the dark mountainside.
>You know, there just might be a way to dodge that lecture after all...

>Handing your ticket to the conductor, you board the Friendship Express to Canterlot.
>The plan is perfect.
>You can deliver your apology to the Princesses in person, and also ask for some advice.
>The trip also allows you to walk the expanded grounds for your project again.
>And the biggest bonus: It buys you time to think of what to say to the others.
>As the wheels lurch into motion beneath the train, you continue to turn the issue over in your mind.
>Celestia will surely be able to help you with Twilight.
>And Luna is surprisingly insightful when it comes to these things.
>Crazy dream-walking Moonhorse.
>...
>If you had to, you could always hop another train.
>Visit the Crystal Empire.
>No...
>It isn't that bad.
>You messed up, no doubt about that, but it isn't so bad that you need to go see *her*.
>In fact, that will be your forfeit.
>You either return to Ponyville tomorrow (or Tuesday, maybe) to apologize.
>Or you go to the Crystal Empire to see Cadence.
>...
>Yeah, you're gonna go back to Ponyville for sure.
>"You seem rather preoccupied."
>Huh?
"Huh?"
>Looking up, you find a familiar face sitting across from you.
"Sorry Miss Octavia, I didn't notice you sit down."
>"I noticed. You seemed to be lost in troubled thought."
"Yeah, I've got a lot on my mind is all." you say dismissively. Shaking those thoughts clear from your head, you shift the focus of conversation. "I thought you were heading back to Fillydelphia?"
>"I received a letter this morning asking for a call-back audition." she explains, unable to hold back a creeping smile. "I made it past the first round of auditions for the CSO!"
"That's fantastic!"
>"I know! I have always dreamed of playing for them -I suppose every musician does- and now I am closer than ever!"
>You can't help but think that Lyra seems content to stay in Ponyville, but to each their own.
>Lyra!
"Lyra is going to be so excited when she finds out, I can't wait to see her reaction!"
>"Oh, um, I haven't told her."
"Well yeah, you're a little busy right now, but I meant when you got back."
>"I wasn't going to tell her, Anon." She says, shifting in her seat. "I don't want to get her hopes up."
"What?"
>"The last time I auditioned for the Canterlot Symphony Orchestra, Lyra took it as a given that I would be chosen and began making grand plans based on that assumption."
>It isn't difficult to imagine the over-excitable unicorn running around her house, making room for her friend in the guest room.
>Talking Bonbon's ear off about Octavia coming to stay until she finds a place in Canterlot.
>Planning to visit her friend all the time, not just once in a great while.
>"You see how it is."
"I do... I take it she was crushed when you didn't get the spot?"
>"More than even I was, I think." she sighs "I, at least, was aware of how slim the odds were. And how slim they still are."
"I understand. I'll keep this between us."
>"Thank you, Anonymous. I really do appreciate it."
"So what's your plan for the day?"
>"Oh, I don't have anything planned, really. Just find a hotel for the night and take in the city. I doubt the hotel will let me practice, and the CSO is rehearsing today so I can't use their space either."
"As if you even need to practice."
>Octavia rolls her eyes.
>"Thank you, but I'm not /that/ good." she retorts, continuing over the objection you begin to raise "If I was, I would already be part of the CSO."
"Hmmm, perhaps." you concede. "But that was then. This is now."
>"I suppose that's true." she muses thoughtfully.
>Hopefully, maybe?
>"What did you say you were doing in Canterlot again?"
"Hmmm? Oh." you work hard to hide the quick frown you give her. "I have a summons to the castle."
>"You don't seem happy about it."
"I happen to know the princesses better than most, and I can see a disappointed lecture coming a mile away." you lament.
>"A disappoint- what did you do?" she asks, accusingly.
"I simply defended myself." you scoff waving it off, before letting your shoulders sag "But I need to make my apologies anyways."
>"I'm afraid I do not follow, Anonymous."
>Ugggghhh.
>Leaning your head back, you inhale slowly.
"Coming back from the party at Fluttershy's, Cloudchaser confronted me, picked a fight, and I did not back down."
>"I hardly think an argument is worth travelling to Canterlot."
"I didn't say we had an argument. I said she picked a fight."
>"A fight? As in, physically attacking one another!?"
"Yes." you reply. "And your tone tells me that I was correct to avoid bringing it up earlier."
>"Well, I...I just never expected such a thing. Lyra thinks so highly of you it is hard to imagine you as anything less than a gentlecolt."
>Opening your eyes, you fix Octavia with a serious expression.
"I will be honest with you, Octavia. I fear the disappointment of my four mares in Ponyville far more than the lectures of the two princesses in Canterlot."
>"More than...how in Equestria can you be more concerned about Lyra than the Princesses?"
"Well, to start with, I consider the princesses to be friends." you explain "So while this won't be a fun visit, they aren't as intimidating to me as they are to most ponies."
>Octavia just stares at you, so you press on.
"And while I certainly care about my friends, I am not actively trying to woo the princesses." you continue. "Whereas with Lyra, I am trying to prove my worth... I guess I sort of like having company around me for a change."
>"Goodness."
>You shrug, while she digests what you said.
>"In a way, it makes sense." she starts. "But Anonymous, I can assure you that Lyra will rebound quickly from any disappointment if you truly are the way she claims."
"I can neither confirm nor deny the claims of anypony besides myself."
>"What was the fight even about?"
"Cloudchaser and I... well, we're sort of rivals."
>"I see. But what was the actual catalyst that sparked this incident?"
"...my interest in her sister."
>It's hard to read the grey mare across from you sometimes.
>But this time you're sure that if she was raised a little less proper, her hoof would be on her muzzle right now.
>"Oh Anonymous." she says with a shake of her head.  "You truly are the confident male that Lyra makes you out to be."
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
>"That depends on the mare."
"Let's assume Lyra."
>"Mostly a good thing. Just remember to be kind with her. She can be..."
"Overenthusiastic?"
>"Naive."
"Ah. That."
>"She is a very trusting mare, Anonymous. Do try to avoid hurting her."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
>"Good." she says with an air of finality "Then you only really have three mares to worry about in Ponyville."
"I don't know about that, but you sound pretty sure, so maybe you're right." you agree, happy to be off the subject. "Now, did I hear correctly that you don't have any plans for tonight?"
>"I do not, why?"
"I also have no plans until tomorrow morning."
>"Well, that's nice, but-"
"And I happen to have it on good authority that you don't get out all that often." you interrupt. "I won't take all of your day, unless you're up for it."
>She seems unsure still, mulling her response.
>Kind of cute, but you need to strike now before she changes her mind.
"How about dinner? I happen to have eaten at every cafe, grill and bar in Upper Canterlot, and have some friends who know the fine dining scene intimately. Just tell me what you like and I'll find a place for you."
>Again, she hesitates.
"It will be nice to have a go-to place when you inevitably get that gig with the CSO, won't it?"
>"I...I suppose it would."
>She seems nervous.
>But, remembering what Lyra has told you about her, she probably doesn't go out much.
"So tell me, Octavia, what do you like?"
>"I prefer, well..."
>She trails off into inaudible mumbling, seemingly arguing with herself.
>You give her time, and eventually she looks up at you, then back down, and then up again.
>"Anonymous."
"Got something?"
>"I have a confession to make."
>Furrowing your brow, you lean forward in your seat, giving her your full attention.
>She exhales through her nose, eyes closed.
>"Lyra and Bonbon are right. I never really go out. And when I do, it is usually with my parents who simply take me to wherever they are going."
"So this means-"
>"I don't know what I like, Anonymous."
"Well what do you eat at home?"
>"Simple Equestrian staples, mostly. I got used to a cheap diet while I was just starting out, it's hard to make a living as a musician fresh out of Academy."
"Ah, right. That's why Lyra has her second job."
>"The Background Ponies, yes. It's also why they live in Ponyville, which is much more affordable than a major city."
"So you ate poor fresh out of school, and just stuck with it even after you hit it big in Fillydelphia?"
>"I did..."
"Well, it makes sense, I guess. You know how to make that stuff, and most ponies are creatures of habit." you muse "What kind of places do your parents take you to?"
>A brief grimace flashes across her face.
>"Mostly Prench or Equestrian fare, fine dining in the Imperial Tradition."
"I have no idea what the 'Imperial Tradition' is, but I take it you don't like it?
>"Oh, no, the food is wonderful! These are chefs at the peak of their art, after all."
"Hmmm, are you sure? It seemed like-"
>"I promise, it has nothing to do with the food." she says, taking one of your hands in her hooves. "It's something else entirely, please don't worry about it."
"Alright, I won't." you assure her, giving one of her hooves a squeeze. "But you still haven't given me any ideas."
>"I will trust the Canterlot expert."
"Well, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but thank you."
>"Not a bar though." she adds "I'm not a teetotaler, but I need to be at my best tomorrow morning."
"Absolutely." you agree "I'll figure something out."


>In your apartment, you swirl a bit of gin and tonic water to mix them, while looking yourself over in the mirror.
>Dark jeans, sweater, pea coat ...looks good for an evening out with a friend.
>A night out in a city hanging off a mountain in the Fall, in particular.
>Too bad the First Frost Festival was already past, that would have been a great way to let Octavia try a bunch of different things all at once.
>Instead, you're heading to Caballo, a little Latin place just outside Upper Canterlot.
>It has the usual trendy decor of a thousand other casual places cropping up in cities across Equestria these days, but they actually served good food, so that can be forgiven.
>And it seems like it will push Octavia out of her comfort zone.
>She had politely declined the offer to take your bedroom, saying that the CSO would reimburse call-backs for their travel expenses.
>And in retrospect, it was kind of forward of you.
>Even if you intended to sleep on the couch.
>Downing your elixir, you stuff a pair of gloves and earmuffs into your coat and head out the door.
>Clambering into a cab, you have him take you to the Dusk Gate.
>It's an easily recognized landmark, so you had instructed Octavia to meet you there.
>Better than asking her to remember the address to Caballo, or the twists and turns to find the little hole-in-the-wall restaurant.
>Tipping the cabbie, you unfold yourself onto the pavement and make your way to the city wall, where the wind isn't so bad.
>It only takes another two minutes for Octavia to arrive.
>The wind picks up again, so you just wave for her to follow.
>Navigating the twists and turns of one of Canterlot's old neighborhoods with ease, you turn a corner and find yourself at the doors to Caballo.
>Holding the door open, you let Octavia pass you before following her in.
>As soon as you do, a wave of warmth crashes over you, awash with the delicious smell of chiles and sofrito.
>The interior is painted in bright colors, with simple wooden tables, of which you're taken to one in the corner.
>Your usual table.
>It's only been a few months, you suppose.
"So were you able to find a decent place close to the CSO hall?"
>"Yes." she nods, dropping into her seat with a heavy sigh. "It's only a few blocks away from Carneighgie  Hall."
"Good to hear. So do you play for a panel at these things, or...?"
>"Yes. I played for a large panel of a dozen members of the orchestra last time, but this time it will only be the CSO's Chief Executive, the Conductor and the lead Cellist, Minor Seventh."
"Sounds intimidating."
>"On one hoof, it naturally is, this is the Canterlot Symphony Orchestra I'm auditioning for after all. The best of the best." she explains "But at the same time, in the Academy we had to pass Juries, which were final exams played in front of a panel of professors. So the format is, at least, familiar."
"I'm sure you'll ace it. You're phenomenal."
>"Thank you. I hope you're right."
"Señor, Señorita, something to drink?"
"Horchata."
>"Water will be fine."
"Get her a horchata too." you jump in, before leaning in towards Octavia. "Trust me. If you don't like it, I'll drink it."
>"Very well." she says slowly, before nodding to the waiter.
"You're gonna have to trust me a lot, tonight."
>"I suppose that this is the price to be paid for not giving you more direction."
"The nice thing here is that they describe the food in the menu in common Equine. None of that fancy chef speak that looks impressive but is basically meaningless to the average pony."
>"Perhaps someday I will have a chance to decipher that 'fancy chef speak' for you."
"You're fluent?"
>"I told you earlier, my parents prefer those sorts of restaurants. Years of practice taught me the language."
"A mare of many talents."
>She lowers her menu just enough to give you an eyeroll before returning to her reading.
"I'm only repeating what I've heard. Lyra thinks very highly of you."
>"Lyra is a dear, but she thinks highly of everypony."
"Bonbon also seems to think you're incredibly talented."
>"Well, I, er-"
>Reaching across the table, you tip her menu down just enough to see her muzzle scrunched up and her cheeks rosy with blush.
"Just take the compliment, Tavi." you quip, leaning back in your seat as the drinks arrive.
>"Do you know what you want to order?"
>"I'll take the Chile Rellenos. Beans and rice is fine. Now maybe you can help me with her-"

>That is a ridiculous amount of food.
>"Anonymous. This is ridiculous."
"I like the idea, though."
>The brilliant plan you and the waiter concocted was to just order Octavia one of every taco the place makes.
>Turns out, they make fourteen types of taco.
>And it came with rice and beans.
>"I am beginning to see how you and Lyra get along so well."
"This does seem like a Lyra kind of idea, now that you mention it."
>Picking a taco at random, Octavia takes a hesitant nibble.
>Chews.
>And then takes a full bite.
"See? Good stuff." you say, stabbing a fork into your own plate. "So how long have you known Lyra?"
>She looks up, chews, swallows, dabs a bit of salsa off her muzzle, and sets the napkin down.
>"A couple of years now. We met in our first year at the Academy." she answers. "And yes, it is good stuff."
"See, I wouldn't steer you wrong. It sounds like your little group got into some real adventures at the Academy."
>She nods, finishing chewing.
>"Yes, and I suppose I owe Lyra some thanks for those times. I probably wouldn't have had half as much fun at the Academy if I had simply stayed home and practiced all the time."
"Just Lyra? I heard that there was a fourth, more troublesome member of your little quartet?"
>"Vinyl."
>You simply cock an eyebrow expectantly, sipping your horchata.
>"Yes, she certainly had a lot of wild and crazy ideas, but Lyra always wanted everyone to have fun, so if Vinyl got too crazy Lyra would start worrying and join what we called the 'logical half' of our group."
"You and Bonnie, makes sense. And what were Lyra and Vinyl?"
>"They called themselves the 'fun half' of the group." she says with a groan. "As if Bonbon and myself were incapable of having fun!"
>She accentuates her displeasure with a dignified huff.
"Have you tried the horchata?" you ask. "It's gooood."
>You gently nudge the glass towards her and she deigns to humor you.
>Her disgruntled frown breaks as soon as she takes her first sip of the deliciously sweet concoction.
>"Oh my, this is wonderful!"
"I told you so."
>"Maybe you are trustworthy." she shoots back. "And from what you've told me, I'm not the only one going on adventures. Or should I call this a misadventure?"
"A misadventure for sure."
>"Was this the first?"
"It was here. I've mostly spent the last few years working myself into exhaustion." you admit sheepishly "That's how I got to know, the princesses. I was their go-to architect."
>"And you're giving that up to live in Ponyville?" she asks, her voice heavy with skepticism.
"Yes and no." you answer slowly, considering your response. "I am in Ponyville. That is true. And I intend to stay there."
>"But...?"
"But I'm building a large house and will have many wives -assuming they'll still take me- and that costs money." you elaborate "Suffice to say, I think I'm going to be a regular commuter on this train."
>"I don't know your other mares all that well, but I can assure you that Lyra will still take you." Octavia assures you, taking a big bite of a new taco.
>She makes a face, finishes her bite and sets it aside, picking up a different one.
>"You said the fight was over your interest in that mare's sister...you might have lost your chance with her, Anon."
"Yeah, I kind of think so too." you agree glumly, shoving another forkful of chile and cheese in your mouth.
>"I don't think any of the ones you're already with will abandon you though, Anonymous."
"You don't?"
>"No. I just think you're going to spend a long time making it up to them."
"Well, I think I can live with that. Cheers." you say lifting your horchata before taking a long draught.
>Yeah, it might be rough.
>But you won't mind making it up to your girls.


>Collapsing on the couch, fresh gin and tonic in hand, you stare at the wall.
>It has been a good night.
>Now to have a drink or two and turn in for the night.
>Hopefully Celly will get back to you in the morning.
>As you swirl the ice around your suddenly empty glass, contemplating whether to make another, there's a knock at your door.
>Who the hell is calling at...ten o'clock at night?
>Well, Canterlot is pretty safe.
>Getting up, you set your glass down and go to the door.
>Opening it, you're greeted by a night guard who hoofs you a letter and -after a quick salute- takes off.
>You've spent enough time working for the Princesses to recognize a summons when you see one.
>Breaking the royal blue wax seal, your eyes lazily scan the text.
>For tonight?
>Goddamnit Luna.
>Alright.
>Shrugging into your coat, you dump the ice into the sink and set the glass beside it before heading back out into the cold alpine air.

>At the gates, you grumpily brandish the summons at the guards and they let you in, sending a runner ahead of you.
>By the time you reach the palace itself, a herald is waiting to escort you.
>She leads the way to the throne room (not that you couldn't find it yourself) and announces your arrival as the doors swing open.
>"Your Highness, Mister Anonymous is here in response to your summons."
>The bored looking alicorn immediately perks up.
>"Wonderful! We will not remain here long, send him in and have a coffee service brought to my library!"
>The herald bows, backing away from the door, and gestures for you to enter before trotting away.
>Before you make it halfway to the throne, Luna is trotting down to meet you.
>Wrapping your good arm around her neck, you feel her wings flare in surprise, before slowly enveloping you in return.
"I don't know why that still surprises you."
>"Few ponies would be so bold as to hug their Princess."
"Good thing I'm not a pony then."
>"Indeed." she exhales slowly. "It is not often that you come to visit us anymore, Anonymous."
"There are some downsides to living in Ponyville."
>"So we have heard." she says, finally releasing you. "Sister will undoubtedly have many questions for you tomorrow afternoon. Come, walk with me."
>Following the Moon Princess, she leads you down a dimly lit hallway headed deeper into the castle.
"When you say she will have questions, does that mean she is expecting to receive my official apology?"
>"She likely is, but of course I am also a Princess and more than capable of accepting such an apology." she answers with a smirk. "It is enjoyable to take these little things from her once in a while."
"I don't want to stir up trouble-"
>"Nonsense, it is a small thing between Tia and myself, you will be doing nothing wrong." she says, leading the way into a small atrium. "Also, brace yourself, Anonymous."
"What? Nononono-!"

>Ugh
>You hate teleportation.
>Celestia and Twilight respect your wishes to simply travel by foot.
>But Luna refuses to accept the inefficiency.
>At least you didn't vomit this time.
>That would have been a real shame.
>"So you have an official apology to give me?"
"Maybe I should wait until the morning..."
>"Come now, Anonymous, it isn't that bad."
>You just groan and lay your head back down.
>Something warm insistently bumps against your cheek.
>Opening one eye, you see Luna is prodding you with a cup of coffee.
>...
>*poke*
>...
>*poke*poke*
>...
>*poke*poke*poke*poke*poke*
"Alright, alright already!" you grumble, carefully pulling yourself upright.
>"See? You're already feeling better." she says with a tiny smile. "Now, there was something you needed to tell me?"
"Coffee." you bark, cueing her to levitate the cup of rejuvenation back into reach as you sit up.
>Sipping it in silence, you eye the smirking sorceress in the corner.
>These ponies will be the death of you.
>After knocking back a cup and refilling it, you slouch back against the corner of the chaise and exhale deeply.
"Alright." you grumble. "Settle in for a story."
>Luna's eyes light up and she leans forward attentively.
>You start with the buildup.
>Flirting with Flitter.
>Lotus and Cloudchaser.
>The brief confrontation after the hoofball game.
>Luna is all ears, listening without interruption.
>Heh, Celestia would never let you get this far without asking a question or five.
"So that brings us to the other night."
>Luna nods.
"Fluttershy had a party -yes, that Fluttershy, and yes she did it voluntarily- and tons of ponies showed up. I think it was part of their plan to fill out my Herd."
>You pause to recollect the evening.
>Aside from how it ended, it was actually a really nice night.
"It was a good time. All of my girls were there, I even danced a bit, and I ended up having a long conversation with Flitter."
>Remembering the conversation about her family, you decide that there's no need to share all of that with the Princess.
>It was a heartfelt admission, not something to be shared.
"At the end of the night, Flitter and I left the party together. We were talking when Cloudchaser interrupted us and picked an argument with her sister. I stood up for Flitter, and Cloudy attacked me."
>With a disappointed sigh you continue.
"And really, I could probably have worked harder to avoid that fight. I think- I think I wanted a confrontation to settle the whole mess. But it doesn't seem to have settled anything. All it did was set tongues wagging in Ponyville and, I quote, 'disturb their highnesses Royal Peace.'"
>Setting your cup down, it occurs to you that this is supposed to be an apology.
"Oh, right. And, well, I'm sorry. I'll do my best not to let it happen again."
>"Your apology is, of course, accepted." Luna replies, with a small smile. "And I shall write to my counterparts to inform them as such."
"Thanks, Luna."
>"But if you are not too tired from your evening with that pretty grey mare, perhaps we could talk about this some more?"
"Now that I've had three cups of coffee, yeah. Probably not falling asleep anytime soon."
>"Excellent!" she exclaims, clopping her hooves together before adopting a serious tone. "Tell me Anonymous, are your intentions serious with this Flitter?"
"Uh, yes? She's pretty cute, and fun to hang out with." you answer, trying to find a good way to summarize the purple pegasus. "She reminds me of a cross between Fluttershy and Twilight."
>"An overly exuberant and borderline obsessive lover of animals?"
"I was going for shy, but kind of nerdy."
>"Ah, perhaps that is better."
"I can't do obsessive."
>"Twilight Sparkle means well."
"Oh, absolutely. I meant that I couldn't date someone like that."
>"Too much like yourself?"
"Ouch, you wound me, fair princess."
>"Spare me your theatrics, Anonymous."
"I am only sometimes mostly obsessive."
>"Remember when the first turbines went in?"
"Not exactly-"
>"You forgot to eat for three days and passed out in the foreman's office."
"Which is precisely why I don't remember all of it!" you counter with a broad smile. "And that was an exception."
>"Hmmm, I'm not so sure." she muses before moving on. "But it does not matter. You like this shy and nerdy pegasus mare, and her sister is coming between you. There was a brawl, but nothing was resolved. Did you at least win?"
"It wasn't that- wait, what!?"
>"Did you win, Anonymous?"
"I guess?"
>"A draw, perhaps?"
"It only ended because the constable showed up."
>"I see." she pauses, closing her eyes in thought. "Were you /going/ to win?"
>Your hand instinctively moves to your face, dragging slowly down to reveal the same Cheshire alicorn staring at you expectantly from across the room.
"Probably?"
>"Could you win a second fight?"
"Maybe?"
>"You know, Anonymous, there was a time when fighting for your mare's hoof was considered quite romantic. Indeed, many of the modern romance novels favored by my sister are set in such times and still feature these duels."
>...
"Just to be clear, Luna... are you suggesting that I *duel* Cloudchaser for Flitter's hoof in marriage?"
>"It's just an idea." she shrugs "Some mares find that kind of thing romantic."
>Shaking your head, you reach inside your coat and begin to pull out your flask.
>Only to feel its lightness and remember that it is empty.
>Damn...
>More coffee it is then!
>"Perhaps not right away though. Dueling injured would be unwise."
>Holding your cup out, Luna obliges you with a refill.
"You know, I suspect that your sister will advise me against a duel."
>"I suspect you are correct, but we are equals, even if our little ponies often prefer my sister to me." she huffs. "I could be your second, in case you are worried about the constable becoming involved again."
"My what?"
>"Your second." she repeats calmly, setting down her empty cup. "In the event you are killed, I will take up the fight in your stead."
>With a snort, you send half of your hot coffee into your nose, causing you to nearly drop your cup and swallow far too quickly.
>Gulping down air (and coughing a bit), you take Luna's proffered handkerchief and clean your face.
>Finally recovered, you fall back against the cushions with a tremendous sigh.
>Luna lifts a fresh cup of coffee to her lips, but not fast enough to hide her smile.
>Her eyes would have given her away anyways.
>Ponies are terrible liars.
"I am starting to think that you're messing with me, Luna."
>Her sly grin becomes a full-on smile.
"Alright. That'll do." you reply, shaking your head. "For a minute there, I really thought you wanted me to fight Cloudchaser."
>"Oh, I was being serious then." she answers "Nopony needs a second anymore though. These things haven't been to the death in centuries."
>Putting your face in a palm, you sigh.
>These ponies are going to drive you insane.


>In Ponyville, things are quiet.
>After accomplishing your royal duties for the day, you had instructed Spike to tell Anonymous to come and see you when he got home.
>You had then proceeded to practice your speech all afternoon.
>A letter arrived from Cadence...it's currently lying unopened on your desk.
>You're not sure which makes you more nervous, telling off Anonymous for getting into a fight or going on a blind date setup by your sister-in-law.
>Neither thought gives you any comfort, nor does the fact that it is after midnight and Anonymous hasn't returned home yet.
>You had flown through town, and been out to his house.
>The construction ponies confirmed that he stopped by, but hadn't seen him since the morning.
>At your behest, Rainbow Dash had stealthily checked in on the homes of Anon's mares, but he wasn't in any of those places either.
>So you've been pacing in front of the fireplace, unable to sleep with this terrible knot in your stomach, hoping he will come home soon.
>You aren't particularly worried about him -he has repeatedly demonstrated that he can take care of himself- but if he would just come home you could get this lecture over with and then maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to fall asleep.
>As you prepare to rehearse your speech for the hundredth time someone knocks on the door.
>Opening it, a drowsy Spike pushes a letter into your chest and heads back to bed as soon as you take it.
>The ornate midnight blue seal immediately tells you who it's from.
>Closing the door, you break it open and begin to read.
>Anon is in Canterlot!
>Of course, his apartment!
>Why didn't you think of that sooner, Sparkle?!
>If he wanted to get away from his problems here, it's only logical that he would hop on a train and go to Canterlot!
>And, of course, the Princesses summoned him as soon as they found out he was in the city...
>...Actually, just Luna by the sounds of it.
>And he gave his official apology to her?!
>Great! Now you don't have to deal with it!
>It is odd though.
>It's perfectly allowed -Luna /is/ a princess after all- but was he really that scared of talking to you?
>He always joked about how dreadful your lectures were, but you always thought they were just jokes...
>...maybe they weren't?
>...are you really so severe that he went all the way to Canterlot to apologize rather than talk to you about it?
>You're supposed to be his friend.
>This new worry somehow overshadows the relief you momentarily felt.
>You feel uncomfortable no matter how you stand, eventually taking a seat at your desk.
>It doesn't help.
>Scanning the desk, you see that accursed letter again.
>Reaching across the mess of papers, you take the letter in one hoof and an opener in the other.
>Might as well rip this bandage off.
>Breaking the sparkling seal of the Crystal Empire, you unfold the paper and begin to read.
>Hope you're well...blah blah blah...
>...several great candidates...
>Celestia help you, Cadence makes this sound like work!
>And she wants you to come up to the Empire in two weeks.
>Ugh.
>You never thought that you'd be so unenthusiastic to see your family up there.
>And now you've got a deadline to sort out your feelings.
>It wouldn't be fair to those colts to go up there feeling the way you do about Anon...
>And it isn't fair to Cadence either.
>Not to mention Anon clearly doesn't see you as that good of a friend...
>You really need Celestia right now...but you don't want Anon to think you're stalking him.
>As soon as he comes back you're going to Canterlot.
>She'll know what to do.
>She always knows what to do.
>With that thought in mind, you extinguish the fire and drag yourself to bed for a fitful night's sleep.


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Chapter 17
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>Rain.
>The newspaper reports that it's the last of it for the year.
>From here on out, it will be snow.
>But previous storms hadn't generated quite enough liquid precipitation.
>So today they're coordinating a big ol' front across half of Equestria.
>The southern states are still sunny, they can make up the rain down there later in the year.
>But in Canterlot, the skies are grey, the wind is cold and the rain is relentless.
>Folding up the paper, you tuck it under your arm as the taxi pulls up at the castle gates.
>Opening an umbrella, you step out onto a patchwork of cobblestones and puddles.
>Waving yet another royal summons at the guards gets you in.
>Briskly walking across the grounds, you find yourself only a bit damp by the time you reach the entry hall.
>At the doors to the audience chamber, the herald informs you that she is currently with another pony.
>So you take a seat.
>Ten minutes go by, and you start to feel that maybe this is intentional.
>You had an appointment, according to the summons.
>And it should have started seven minutes ago.
>Ten more minutes go by, and you have been offered a cup of coffee and a pastry.
>Munching on the pastry, you now know that she's messing with you.
>Probably upset about your private audience with Luna.
>Mares.
>Even alicorn ones.
>Still mares.
>Reaching into a coat pocket, you dump a bit of whiskey into your coffee.
>Just a bit.
>That'll make dealing with a huffy sun horse princess much easier.
>"Mister Anonymous? The princess will be ready for you shortly."
>On deck.
>Here we go.
>Quickly downing the coffee, you check your tie and scarf down the last bit of your pastry.
>On cue, you are allowed in to see your old friend, who seems rather unfriendly today.
>No bother.
>Walking confidently down the carpet, you approach the throne and offer a bow.
"You summoned me, your highness?"
>"Sister tells us you were contrite yesterday evening, but you seem rather smug this morning, Anonymous."
"I wouldn't say that." you counter, straightening up. "Luna simply helped me come to some decisions last night. I would almost say that I'm feeling...confident?"
>"Indeed. Confident that you've evaded a lecture from me?"
"I was thinking more along the lines of 'ready to go back to Ponyville and confront this mess' but I certainly wouldn't be disappointed if I skipped a second lecture."
>With a tremendous sigh, the princess' stony facade falls and she throws a look of exhaustion and mild exasperation your way.
>"I have barely been holding court for an hour, and already have had to console two ponies and shout at another. And then you come in, neither contrite nor defiant, but simply your usual sarcastic yet optimistic self."
"Well, I-"
>"I sent you to Ponyville to get some rest and find some mares, Anonymous, not to become a street fighter."
"Luna seems to-"
>"I know what my sister thinks. And perhaps your mares find it romantic. I am not courting you, I simply received the report from Ponyville."
"We could change that, you know." you suggest, wiggling your eyebrows.
>It takes a moment before comprehension dawns across her face.
>"A princess does not humor the affections of a lowly brawler." she sniffs haughtily. "If only there were a stately gentlecolt of proper education about, she might have been interested."
"He already got rejected." you shrug "I thought I'd try the *bad colt* approach."
>"Anon, please sit." she instructs, pulling a chair from the wall with her magic and dropping it behind you.
>With a small sigh, you drop unceremoniously into the seat.
>It doesn't even have arms.
>"Anon, you know that Luna and I consider you among our few close friends."
>You nod.
>"So I want you to know that I know. We know. Between what you told Luna last night, the charade you're putting on right now and what we know from our friendship with you...we know."
>You nod, slower this time.
>"I don't have to lecture you. And this is as close as I shall get." she says, straightening up. "I know that you would never start a fight, though your unwillingness to back down from one surprised both Luna and myself."
>Heh
>"I also know that you have spent most of yesterday and will spend most of today thinking about four mares back in Ponyville."
>Probably.
>"And nothing I say will bother you so much as the idea that you have disappointed those four."
>Hum.
>"So while you were ordered by the Court to apologize to one of the princesses, and that task is complete, the arguably more difficult task lies ahead still."
>Ugh, what is Roseluck going to say?
>"Now, I would love to talk all morning with you, but my schedule is unfortunately quite full. So I shall let you go, and test that confidence against a solitary train ride back to Ponyville."
>She smiles down at you, and you can't help but feel that she's rather smug about it.
"Of course. Sorry again for breaking the peace."
>"Get out of here before I give you a real lecture."

>Celestia certainly nailed it on the head.
>This train ride sucks.
>Your arm is throbbing and you can't stop thinking about the girls.
>As soon as you get Roseluck out of your head, Aloe steps in.
>Only to be replaced by Lyra.
>At least the Lotus in your head is supportive.
>But she keeps getting pushed out by disappointed mares.
>You had refilled your flask before you left, and it's already half-empty.
>Eh, it helps with your arm at least.
>A familiar speck in the far-off hills tells you that you're about halfway to Ponyville.
>Alright, well, what if we put together a game plan?
>That seems like a good idea.
>A plan of attack.
>Three of your mares will be at work.
>Your train gets in just after noon.
>So you'll have time to get back to your suite, take a short nap, freshen up, hopefully not smell like whiskey, and go to see Lyra.
>Then after Lyra...Rose.
>Aloe and Lotus have scheduled appointments.
>Rose doesn't.
>Usually.
>Then, after Roseluck, you'll retreat to the Twins' place.
>Hopefully Aloe and Lotus will be the least upset with you.
>You might even crash with them for the night.
>It would be nice to have somepony to hold for a while.
>Wow, having mares is making you mushy.
>Or maybe that's the alcohol.
>Whatever.
>Freshen up. Then Lyra. Then Roseluck. Then Aloe and Lotus.
>Good plan.
>With that settled, you turn to look out the window and watch the farms roll past.

>Walking out of the station, you are greeted by...more rain.
>The same rain that covers half of Equestria.
>That pelted the train all the way back to Ponyville.
>And that is now soaking into your pea coat as you trudge through town towards the castle.
>What a miserable day, all around.
>Opening the door to the castle, you head up the stairs, and you can hear Twilight dictating something to Spike.
>You really should have spoken to Luna about getting the poor guy out of here.
>He deserves more than to be a secretary for his entire life.
>Closing the door behind you, you toss your bag on a chair and hang up your coat.
>Downing the last of your whiskey, you put the empty flask on your desk.
>Starting to strip down, you get your shirt and tie off when there's a knock on your door.
>Shit.
>You knew you forgot someone!
>Twilight!
>But! You've already given your official apology!
>So you're mostly off the hook.
>Maybe.
>Opening the door, Twilight looks up at you nervously.
>"We need to talk."
>Sighing internally (and maybe a little externally -whoops!) you step back and allow her in.
>She hops onto one of the chairs, and you prop yourself up on the bed.
>"So I heard about Cloudchaser."
>You just wait.
>"Anon, I know you've already been to Canterlot and apologized to Luna and Celestia, but I really feel like we should talk about this."
"Well, what do you want to talk about?"
>"You got into a fight! What do you mean 'what do you want to talk about'!?"
"I didn't start it. I simply controlled the situation as best I could."
>"It doesn't matter who started it, you shouldn't have joined in!"
"I am going to defend myself, Twilight." you object.
>"Look, I know that Cloudchaser started it, but couldn't you have just avoided her?"
"Could I have outrun the second fastest pegasus in Ponyville? No."
>"Well I don't know, Anon. Maybe you could stop flirting with her sister! Then this wouldn't have happened! She already warned you to leave Flitter alone once, why didn't you just listen?"

"Cloudchaser does not own Flitter."
>"That's no excuse!"
"Well maybe my excuse is that Flitter is a cute and intelligent mare, and I happen to have an opening for one of those in the Herd that I am being *forced* to assemble."
>"Anonymous, don't try to push this back on me! I'm not the one who got into a fight!"
"Sure. I got into a fight. I already made my apologies."
>"Good. Now I want you to talk to Cloudchaser-"
>Well gee, that sounds like a swell plan, Twilight!
>You just shake your head silently.
>"I've already talked to her, Anon. You two need to work this out."
"I'll talk to her, but I make no promises."
>"Why do you have to make this difficult?"
"I have been home for five minutes, Twilight. I'm tired."
>"Have you been drinking?"
"Why does that matter?"
>"You have, haven't you?"
"It helped make the train ride manageable."
>"Anon, the entire point of getting you a Herd was to help you manage your life! What would Roseluck say about this?"
"Well, she probably wouldn't tell me to talk to Cloudchaser."
>"Anon, please!"
"Alright, alright." you say, doing your best to placate the purple princess "I'll talk to Cloudy."
>"Good." she shoots back. "Now as for your drinking-"
>Oh God...this is going to be a long one.
>She's rambling on down a list of the signs of addiction as your mind wanders off.
>You need a shower.
>Then a nap.
>Or vice-versa.
>Then off to see Lyra.
>Octavia seems to think that will go well.
>You hope that she's right...
>"Anon! Are you even listening to me!?"
"Sure thing, you have successfully identified that I drink too much."
>"Aaaaaand?" she asks, leaning forward expectantly.
"I'm getting the sense that you want me to stop."
>"Yes, that is...technically correct." she says, shoulders sagging. "But I want you to do this for you, Anon. Not for me. Don't you know how bad it is for you?"
"Yes, Twilight. I know."
>"You don't have to stop drinking entirely. You can still go out with Rainbow Dash and Applejack once in a while."
>How generous of her.
>"Even though I've told Dash the same thing about her cider habit, but she really did perk up when I told her I thought that you had a problem..."
>Glad she shared that thought with everyone else before you.
>"...she's better at helping others than she is at helping herself sometimes. But really, can't you two find something else to do? Something productive? Or educational?"
"I'll look into it."
>"Good. Now I have a letter to Celestia to finish, but don't think I'm going to forget this conversation!"
"Of course."
>After a short pause, likely mentally running over her checklist for this conversation, Twilight hops off of the chair and trots out the door.
>You lie back on the bed.
>That...went about as well as could be expected.
>Mostly scripted, occasionally heartfelt, 100% Twilight Sparkle.
>And by refusing to refute her, you kept her from going off on any major tangents!
>Score one for the Republic!
>Now about that nap...

>You are rested.
>Clean.
>Sober.
>Generally prepared.
>But you still stand nervously outside of Lyra's house.
>Remember what Octavia told you.
>It's going to be fine.
>You shift your arm in its sling, and proceed through the gate and up the walk.
>Knocking on the door, you hear nothing.
>Knocking again, you hear a *whump* and scrambling hooves.
>The door suddenly swings open, and a bleary eyed Lyra looks at your belt with confusion.
>Slowly she looks up, and jumps back.
>Then leaps forward, forcing you to try to awkwardly catch her with one arm.
>"Anon! I was so worried about you! Where have you been!?"
"Can we go inside?"
>"C'mon!" she agrees, grabbing your good hand with magic and practically dragging you into the living room.
>You're not sure if you even heard the front door close...
>She pushes you onto the couch and promptly jumps up to straddle your lap.
>Nose to nose with the mint musician, you do the only thing that comes to mind.
>You plant a kiss on her nose.
>She scrunches adorably, then sits down by planting her rump on your knees.
>It isn't comfortable for you, and you can't imagine that it's comfortable for her either.
>But she seems focused on inspecting your sling.
>"It's really good that you're wearing this, Anon." she says, checking that it's actually adjusted and you're not wearing it for show. "I promised Roseluck that I'd help her watch you."
"Oh really?"
>"Mhm! We all did! And after Rainbow Dash told me about your fight...oh my gosh, the fight!" she gasps "I almost forgot to ask! Anon, what happened? Are you alright? Rainbow said your arm might have gotten hurt even more-"
>Reaching up, you take Lyra's muzzle in one hand and steer it in for a kiss.
>With Lyra now suitably subdued, you take a breath.
"Cloudchaser picked a fight when I was walking Flitter home from the party." you state simply "My arm does hurt, I got tackled pretty good."
>Lyra stares at you, then your arm, then back at you.
>"You really should have avoided that fight, Anon. You could have gotten really hurt!"
"Well, I-"
>Lyra's hooves dig into your thighs as she rises to wrap you in a hug.
>"I just care about you, Anon." she sniffs "Be careful, okay?"
"Hey now, it's just life in Ponyville." you say, rubbing her back gently with your good arm. "It's not like I lead a life of adventure or something."
>"Oh Anon, I know that." she says, planting her rump back down. "But Aloe is right... you seem to always find some kind of trouble."
"Oh yeah, because those two have any room to talk."
>"Anon!" Lyra exclaims "That wasn't very nice."
>You just give her a deadpan stare.
>"Okay, so maybe Lotus starts things sometimes..."
>...
>"And maybe Aloe encourages her."
>...
>"Stop that!" she says, breaking eye contact.
"And maybe cute, innocent little fillies like you shouldn't be hanging out with those *bad influences*" you suggest facetiously.
>"W-what?"
"I'm just messing with you, Lyra." you say with a laugh. "Aloe and Lotus are trouble, but the good kind of trouble."
>"Oh, good. Because-"
"I do think you're cute and innocent though." you elaborate. "Downright adorable, really."
>"You do?"
"Yeah, I do."
>She scrunches up for a second, before coming to some realization.
>"Hey! Wait a minute!"
>Uh oh.
>Here comes the lecture.
>"Don't distract me, Anon! I'm serious about you staying out of trouble."
"Oh, and what are you proposing to do about it?" you ask wryly, wrapping an arm around her barrel to scoot her in close.
>She wriggles around to lean back against you, your arm securing her in place as she stretches her head back to nuzzle your cheek.
>"I'll think of something, just you wait!"
"I look forward to it."
>"And another thing!" she huffs "What took you so long!? It's been like, forever since that fight!"
"Well, you're the first one I visited after getting back."
>"Back? Where did you go?" she asks, sliding onto the couch beside you.
>Lifting your good arm, you allow her to lay her head on your leg and proceed to run your fingers through her mane.
"I went Canterlot. To apologize to the princesses."
>"Aw, you should have taken me with you!"
"It was kind of a last minute decision."
>"Tavi was in Canterlot and everything! I wouldn't have been a bother..."
"I know. I never said you were." you reassure her. "If you're free next time I go, I'll take you with me."
>"Promise?"
"I promise."
>"Okay. But if I'm the only one you've visited, you should probably go talk to the other girls now."
"Kicking me out?" you ask, slowly scratching your way up her neck.
>"Nnnngh...okay, maybe not yet."

>The market is reasonably busy considering the weather.
>Nightmare Night is coming up soon, so there are plenty of folks at Bonbons stocking up and as you approach the Flower Sisters' place you spot Daisy manning a cart full of Autumnal decor, doing her best to stay dry under the carts awning.
>Passing her by, you make your way inside and find the shop to be quiet, comfortable and full of the vibrant mélange of floral scents you have come to expect.
>You hear voices in the back, and the gentle clip-clop of hooves on a worn wood floor.
>"Oh, hello Anon." Lily greets you as she comes around the corner. "We were wondering when you were going to stop by."
"Ah, so that's why my ears were burning."
>"Mhmmm. So Rosey's in back...I'll stay here."
"Alright. See you later, Lily."
>Making your way around the counter and down the hall, you locate Roseluck, muzzle deep in an ornate arrangement full of gourds, preserved leaves and sumac tied together in a wicker form.
>"How is your arm?"
"Sore, more than usual." you confess "Maybe you were right about the sling.."
>"Of course I was."
"Rose..."
>"Anon."
>With a sigh, you drop onto a low stool across the table from her.
>If Octavia was right about Lyra, you certainly called Roseluck right.
>You wish you had been wrong though.
"Rose, about the fight-"
>She doesn't look up, but you can see her ears twitch attentively.
"You know I'm not the kind to start something like that, but you also know that I'm going to stand my ground, especially for my mares."
>"Mhm."
"I've held my tongue about the whole incident with Lotus, and I've avoided bragging about hoofball..."
>Inhaling slowly you brace yourself.
"...and now it came to a head anyways over Flitter. So now I want to place a decision in your hooves."
>Her eyes tilt up just enough to peer over the mess of twigs and wicker between the two of you.
"Flitter. Keep going or drop it entirely, it's your call."
>You can see just barely enough of her eyes to know that they momentarily go very wide before Rose exhales through her nose and closes them.
>When she reopens her eyes, she's her usual composed self, slowly putting down her tools and hopping off the workbench and moving around the table.
>"You look uncomfortable. Let's go upstairs."

>Lounging on the couch, you have to admit that it is much more comfortable than a stool clearly meant for a pony.
>Rose hoofs you a mug of coffee and hops onto the opposite corner of the couch.
>"I don't know what I'm going to do with you sometimes, Anon."
>You take a sip...still too hot
>"I don't care that you got into a fight -I should, but I don't- because I know that you wouldn't do that if you didn't have to."
>So far so good...
>"I don't know how to feel about Flitter. She's an adorable mare, a smart and hardworking pony who I think would do very well in our Herd-"
>Here it comes.
>"-But she brings so much drama with her in the form of her sister that it hardly seems worth the effort."
"That's why-"
>"I'm not finished." she interrupts sternly "I appreciate that you trust me to make that decision, Anon, but it really isn't a decision I should make."
>...what?
>"Did you ask Lyra? or Aloe or Lotus?" she continues, stepping across the cushions until she's nose to nose with you. "Or is this just a question for the mare you won't officially call your alpha mare?"
>RED ALERT
>Taking evasive maneuvers!
>You quickly close the gap between yourself and Roseluck, planting a long, tender kiss on her lips.
>To your surprise she pushes back, stepping forward and parting her lips.
>Taking hold of her withers, you pull her in as the kiss deepens, her hooves on your shoulders as she wordlessly communicates how she feels.
>All of her pent up frustration, her oft unspoken need for attention, her raw desire for physical affection all poured into a single kiss.
>When she finally releases you, she drops her hooves off your shoulders and collapses against your chest.
>Cradling her gently, you feel her breathing heavily as your heart pounds in your chest.
>You can hear the rain and an occasional rumble of thunder outside, and the subtle scent of roses lingers in your nose, be it from the shop downstairs or the mare in your arms you're not sure.
>After a few quiet moments pass, you feel her take a deep breath.
>"That little trick might distract the other girls, but I haven't forgotten what we were talking about, you know."
>Rats.
>"I'm going to start acting like your alpha if you keep treating me like one."
"Oh?"
>"Mhmm."
"That sounds like a threat."
>"It's for your own good."
"Do tell."
>"Hmmmm...no, I don't think I will." she says, nuzzling your cheek. "You're just going to have to wait and see."
"I get it. I'm making you wait and now I'm going to pay for it, huh?"
>"Well, at least if you add Flitter, you'll be a mare closer to filling the Herd."
"Hey now-"
>"You know that it's killing me not to know, right Anon?"
"Well, let's get this Herd filled then."
>She snorts, then laughs.
>"Didn't you tell me that Princess Twilight and her friends were supposed to do that for you?"
"Meh, they're taking too long." you dismiss "And it's driving one of my mares nuts."
>"What did you just call me!?"
"I, uh, I didn't-"
>"I'm just teasing." she says, tapping your chest and looking up at you. "But I might just set you up on a date or two myself if they don't hurry up."
"I know, I know, I should spend more time with you and the girls..."
>"That too, but I meant that I can think of a mare or two you might like."
"I'm not sure I like the idea of you having close allies in the Herd."
>"Worried you'll be outnumbered?"
"I'm worried I'll be outmaneuvered. I'm already outnumbered."
>"Maybe we wouldn't have to maneuver so much if you listened to us in the first place."
"Us?"
>"Your mares."
"I sometimes get conflicting information from them."
>"All the more reason to choose an alpha mare."
>Running your hand through her mane, she hums happily.
"Hopefully soon."
>"Hopefully." she mutters "And hopefully next time he won't take so long to talk to his mares..."
"In my defense, I was in Canterlot."
>"Dodging a Sparkle Lecture?"
"Exact-"
>"Or dodging your Herd?"
>Oof.
"You wound me, Princess."
>"Am I wrong?"
"I...needed time to collect my thoughts."
>"Were you really that afraid of what we would say?"
"Not all of you..."
>"Just me, then." she states dejectedly, looking at the floor.
"You and Lyra, actually." you admit.
>"Why?" she asks, with those big, sad eyes that just tear you apart.
"I knew Lotus would support me, what with her history with Cloudy. And if Lotus did, Aloe probably would too."
>"And Lyra?"
"She's so innocent, I was worried that she would think less of me."
>"And you thought I would scold you? That I'm a nag, trying be your alpha and take charge of the Herd? That you would get a lecture to make Twilight Sparkle seem a foalish apprentice again?"
"No! No. Rose, please, I didn't think that at all!"
>"Then why avoid us!? Why avoid me?"
"Because I thought you would be disappointed in me. The way you talked about me around your parents, your sisters, your friends...I felt like you believed in me."
>She stares at you, patiently listening.
"And hopefully you still do believe in me, in the me that everyone talks about. But that Anon doesn't get into fights. I didn't know what you'd say, but I wasn't ready for you to be disappointed in me."
>You exhale slowly.
"It's hard, sometimes, trying to be the guy you all deserve. I knew I didn't meet that standard, that I messed up pretty badly, and I wasn't able to deal with it. So I ran off to Canterlot, with a convenient excuse in hand, to hide until I figured out what I was supposed to do."
>There's a pause, as Roseluck dried her face on your shirt, before she gets onto her hooves.
>Placing a kiss on your cheek, she follows up with a trademark stiff tap on your chest.
>"You are the dumbest genius I know sometimes." she says, still sniffling a little. "We know you aren't perfect, Anon. Nopony is. But you're supposed to run /to/ us when life gets hard, not /from/ us."
"Sorry. I just- I haven't done...this-" you gesture broadly at her and everywhere "in years. Since before I came to Equestria. I'm used to working to impress, and being on my own. I'm probably not a very good coltfriend."
>"I think you're doing an alright job." Roseluck counters slyly. "Maybe we can still save you."
"Oh /thank you/, Princess." you quip back, happy to be back in familiar territory.
>"Just know, Anon, that I'm going to talk to the girls about what you said." she warns as you get up to leave.
>Turning to look at her, she continues.
>"You are going to get used to this-" she says, mimicking your earlier gesture "-whether you like it or not."
"I'm looking forward to it."


>You are forced to use your umbrella outside, as the rain alternates between a steady drum and full downpour.
>The rain seems to be ramping up into a full storm.
>It is a blessed relief when you make it to the spa, able to shake off your umbrella and hang up your coat.
>No one is at the counter.
>Glancing at the schedule, it seems that Aloe finished her shift about...ten minutes ago.
>At the same time, Lotus started her next appointment.
>One at a time, then.
>You check in back first, and find Aloe hunched over a desk in the office.
>No rest for a weary businesspony.
"And here I thought the schedule said your shift was over."
>"Oh, Anon! I didn't hear you come in." she says with a start, before taking her glasses off with a sigh. "I was just balancing today's ledger."
"Sounds important. I can wait."
>"Like you've kept us waiting, and worrying?"
"Err, about that-"
>"No. You're right. I need to finish this right now, but it won't take much longer. The rain kept most ponies home today."
>With that she dons her glasses once more and returns her focus to the papers on the desk.
>Taking a seat in Lotus' chair, you wait in silence.
>When the weather picks up, you can hear the rain lashing the roof and every couple of minutes there is the pleasant sound of a quill scratching on paper as Aloe adds a thrice-checked total to her books.
>But mostly... silence.
>"Okay, done." she announces, letting out a yawn. "All Lotus has to do is add in her final two appointments, and I'll total it out tomorrow."
"Sounds good?"
>"It is." she says, hopping out of her chair and moving to the door. "Let's go home."

>After trudging through the rain in silence -this time understandable, given how the wind has picked up- you make it to the townhouse.
>"Sit. I am going to make some tea."
>You do as you're told, after taking off your soaking wet coat and shoes of course.
>From the couch, you watch Aloe set a kettle on the stove, decide on some tea, and even wander back into the living room to light the fireplace.
>Eventually, she hops up next to you and leans in before recoiling.
>"Anon! Your clothes are all damp and cold, you're going to get sick like that!"
"Well, you're not wrong, but-"
>"Off with them. At least the top layer." she commands. "I'll throw them in the dryer."
"It's really-"
>"Now, Anon."
"Jeeze, okay."

>Ten minutes later, you are sitting barefoot in your boxers and undershirt, sipping tea by the fire with Aloe as your clothes go for a tumble in the dryer.
>"Anon, I'm very upset with you."
"I, uh, gathered that."
>"I don't care that you got into a fight. I was disappointed at first, but I saw Flitter the next day and she explained everything. You were very noble sticking your neck out for her."
>She talked to Flitter?
>"And I am glad that you are wearing your sling. It is about time you took that seriously."
>Ugh.
>"But Anon, what I don't understand is why, instead of coming and hiding here with me and Lotus, you decided to run away to Canterlot."
"Well, I was ordered-"
>"To give an apology? And did you manage to escape talking to Princess Twilight by giving that apology to Princess Celestia instead?"
"No."
>"Of course not." she says, rolling her eyes "Nopony can evade those lectures Anon. Not even the fastest pegasus in Equestria."
>Heh.
>Ain't that the truth.
>"So the only thing I can think of that explains why you went to Canterlot instead of staying here and holing up with the mares that love you is that you were either ashamed of your actions or scared of how we would react."
"That is-"
>"Which one?" she says, voice quivering "Which one was it?"
"Both?"
>"Both? Both! Both." she says, trying to find the answer she needs.
>You can see tears forming and wrap an arm around her.
>"Why, Anon? I know I'm not- I'm not as fun as Lotus, or as strong as Roseluck...but I try to be there for you. And f-for them."
>She sniffles into your shirt before inhaling deeply.
>"You've already talked to Rose...I can smell the flowers. I knew you wouldn't come to me first, b-but please Anon, I want to be there for you. I am always here for you! I j-just want you to remember that."
"Hey now, this is my fault, not yours." you reassure her. "I was so focused on trying to impress you girls that, well, I didn't know what to do when I screwed up."
>"But you didn't! You didn't screw up, you were the strong, noble knight defending a helpless mare..."
"That's what I thought at the time, but sitting at the Constable's office and then going before the judge... they didn't seem to agree. So I thought I'd made a fool of myself, and Twilight isn't so impressed either."
>"You went to see her already?"
"I was actually hoping to avoid her." you admit "But she ambushed me as soon as I got back from Canterlot."
>"I see. A lot of ponies think she's going to become part of the Herd. Lotus thinks that's why you won't choose an alpha mare."
"Ha, we're just friends." you say. "But I have said that I won't choose an alpha until I know who all is going to join us, just in case."
>"I could smell the books, behind the roses."
"Oh? A very acute nose you must have." you quip, lifting your bad arm to boop her snoot.
>"H-hey!" she hiccups "I was just trying to figure out how...how many ponies you talked to before you got to me..."
"Aloe, do you think that matters?"
>She just looks away.
>So yes, probably.
"C'mere you silly filly." you say, pulling her up into your lap and planting a kiss on her forehead. "Why would that matter?"
>"It...it just does."
"Aloe..."
>"I just...everypony always looks to Lotus first. I-I-I bet you would have gone to Lotus first if she wasn't working!" she accuses, struggling to escape your grip.
>Locking her down in a strong bear hug, you nuzzle her cheek, which she tries to avoid to no avail.
"That's not true. Lotus was always going to be last, but I hear you Aloe. I want you to know that I don't see you as some kind of package deal with your sister. If Lotus and I broke up, I wouldn't immediately stop seeing you, and I hope you wouldn't immediately break it off either."
>Quietly petting your quiet little mare, you continue.
"I want to be honest with you. Twilight cornered me, and then I went to Lyra and then to Roseluck."
>She looks down, but you pull her chin back up so you can plant a kiss on her nose.
"Hey now, it's not my fault you live on the opposite side of town."
>She huffs as you release her and land another kiss right behind her ear.
"And I wanted to get the worst over first."
>"The...the worst?"
"Yeah."
>"But Roseluck..."
"Was most likely to give me a Sparkle lecture."
>"Okay, you're right." she sniffs, offering a tiny, momentary smile. "But why Lyra?"
"Sometimes I think Lyra thinks I'm perfect." you sigh "But you know better."
>"I do." she hums, "But next time, promise me that you won't run away from me?"
"I've learned my lesson."
>"I don't know about that, but I hope so."
"I guess I'll just have to get into another fight so we can find out."
>Aloe whips around, wriggling in your grasp to push you back against the couch, standing on your thighs and looking down at you, nose to nose.
>"Do not even think about it, Anonymous."
>Whoa.
>Staring up into those crystal blue eyes, you can't help but appreciate how much this mare cares for you.
>It's also kind of hot.
>Reaching up with your free hand, you tuck a few errant strands of her mane back behind her ear.
"Okay, no more fights."
>"Good." she says, dropping her rump on your lap. "You don't have to fight anypony to impress us, Anon."
"I mean, I didn't exactly choose-"
>"I know. But still."
"Okay. Yes, dear."
>With that, she curls up on your lap, leaning her head against your chest.
>You can hear the faint ding of a bell in the laundry room.
"Shouldn't we go get my pants?"
>"They can wait."

>"Aloe? I'm home, can I help you with anything?" Lotus calls from near the door.
>"Dinner is in the oven, it should be done in ten minutes." Aloe calls, curled up against you.
>"Okay! I'm going upstairs to get dried off and then I'll be down."
>Aloe simply hums contentedly, and you give her a light squeeze.
>A squeeze that prompts her to crawl entirely into your lap, allowing you to kick your feet up onto the couch and recline at the far end.
>Which allows Aloe to rest her head on your chest, after some careful maneuvering.
>And this is how Lotus discovers you, almost asleep, watching the fire as Aloe does the same on top of you.
>Seeing no place for her on the couch, she instead takes a seat on the loveseat.
>"I see you and Aloe have made up."
"Yes." you nod, stifling a yawn. "And I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"
>"Shshshshsh!" Lotus interrupts "You don't have to apologize to me. I think it was gallant the way you stood up for Flitter. And I told Aloe that you would come and talk to us when you were ready."
>"You...shush. I don't want you... making excuses f'r him." Aloe protests drowsily. "Go get the...the lasagna out."
>Lotus gives her sister a look, but relents and goes to get dinner on the table.
>Aloe paws at your chin, beckoning you to lean in.
>As you lower your head, she puts her muzzle to your ear and plants a tiny kiss beside it.
>"Anon, can you do one more thing for me?"
"Of course."
>"Remind Lotus not to forget the garlic bread."

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Chapter 18
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>Movement beside you stirs you to semi-consciousness.
>One of the girls is trying to get up.
>Not gonna happen.
>Using your impressive human reach you get an arm around her again.
>She squeaks in surprise as your impressive human strength rolls her onto your chest.
>Perfectly positioning your hand for ear scritching.
>It works...for a minute.
>"I have to go open the spa." Aloe whispers "But we can pick this up again when I get home if you want~."
"We'll see." you grumble before being shushed.
>Lotus is a heavier sleeper than that, you're pretty sure.
>"You could always make an appointment."
"Any openings right now?"
>"I'm afraid the spa isn't open yet." she answers, slipping from your grasp and rolling out of bed. "Try again later."
"Maybe I will."
>With a tiny yawn and a nod, she disappears into the bathroom.
>Lamenting the loss of one of your marefriends to the cold, cruel real working world, you roll onto your side and pull Lotus into your arms.
>She's deep asleep still, and offers no resistance.
>Not that she would if she was awake, but still.
>You're almost asleep again when something lands on the mattress behind you.
>A pawing hoof convinces you to roll onto your back.
>Said hoof (a very pink hoof) then plants itself on your chest as Aloe dives down for a quick peck on the lips.
>"See you after work!" she chirps, deftly dodging the hand reaching out to her and hopping off the bed.
>Rats, human strength foiled by pony agility!
>Rolling back over, you return to spooning Lotus.
>"You better take care of her, Anon."
"Good morning."
...
"Wait, what?"
>"Aloe." Lotus yawns. "She already takes care of me. So you take care of her."
"Deal."
>"Don't you want to know who takes care of you?"
"I've got a guess."
>"Let's see if you're right." she says, rolling around to meet your gaze.


>Some time later, sitting over coffee downstairs, you look aimlessly around the kitchen.
>"Anon?"
"Yeah?"
>"I don't want to cook."
"Yeah."
>"Let's go to that baker in the market, I heard she sells bagels if you get there soon enough."
"Yeah, let's go."
>Outside is damp.
>It clearly rained overnight.
>"Anon?"
"Hmmm?"
>"I know that Aloe probably talked to you yesterday about it, but-" she pauses to yawn "-I do really think it was noble of you to stand up to Cloudchaser."
"Well, at least one pony does."
>"Aloe was just worried about you. And I'm sure Lyra agrees with me."
>You adjust your arm in its sling.
"Maybe."
>She leans against you, looking up with those big blue eyes.
>As you run one hand through her mane, she sighs, then suddenly snorts.
>"I bet Rose yelled at you."
"She didn't yell at me."
>"But she's upset about the fight."
"She's right, getting arrested isn't a great look."
>"Anon! You were defending a mare, *your* mare!"
"It's way too early to be having this conversation..."
>"I-I may have had a lot of time to think about this."
"Oh really?"
>"We knew she was going to scold you. She's just so...responsible."
"And that's a bad thing?"
>"No! But sometimes...yes." she backtracks "She should support her stallion! That's what a Herd does!"
"Oh? I thought they were just cute mares that offered to cuddle in exchange for sweets."
>"Hey! I'd cuddle you even without sweets" Lotus shoots back "and you know it!"
"Maybe."
>Another dignified snort from the powder blue pony.
>Before anything else is said, you turn the corner into the main square.
>With the weather calling for rain on and off all day, everypony seems to be in a rush today.
>None of the usual cheerful banter among throngs of ponies shopping.
>Just those who really need something darting outside while it's dry to grab a few things, murmur a 'thank you' to the poor purveyors and then hurry home.
>Quickly crossing the cobblestone square, you find yourself under the dripping awning of one of the local bakers.
>Looking around as Lotus orders the bagels, you spot some chocolate croissants.
>While Lotus is debating the various merits of the many options for cream cheese, you wave to the baker, catching her eye.
>Silently placing some bits on the counter, you nab a croissant in a napkin and pocket it.
"I'm fine with whatever, Lotus." you say, prompting her to settle on a 'healthy' veggie cream cheese.
>Practically a salad, really.

>Weaving through the waterlogged marketplace, Lotus picks up where she left off.
>"You know that Flitter agrees with us, don't you, Anon?"
"Us?"
>"Aloe and me."
"Oh?"
>"She really admires how you stood up for her."
"Hmmm, I'd probably do it again."
>"It would be the right thing to do...even if it upset Roseluck."
>This again?
>"I know that she means well, but the rest of us don't exactly agree with her."
>Seriously?
>"I think it was very wise of you not to choose an alpha yet." she continues "Eventually one of us will take the lead on our own."
>She accentuates her point with a bump from her rump.
>This...is new.
"Oh, looking to seize the crown for yourself, alpha mare Lotus?" you tease, as you reach the townhouse.
>She clambers up the steps and looks over her shoulder.
>"Would that be so bad?" she asks, swishing her tail playfully.
"You're trouble, you know that?" you laugh, stepping past her.
>"I don't hear an objection!"

>Squeezing the bag with your magic, you plop little rounds of batter on the baking sheet.
>You aren't oblivious!
>Well, maybe sometimes.
>But you know enough to know that you know very little about cooking.
>And you know that you saw how much food brought the herd together the other night!
>Not to mention every mare knows that the way to a stallions heart is through his stomach!
>Well, maybe Lotus suggested another way too...
>You can feel your face burning up just thinking about that though!
>She's so confident...so forward!
>And that one night when you ambushed Anon...
>She might be onto something!
>If your cheeks were burning before, they're positively on fire now!
>Focus Lyra!
>Whoops!
>Okay that one is a little...deformed.
>Dang it Lyra, focus!
>Hazel had walked you through this recipe like a hundred times yesterday.
>Okay, maybe it was only three times.
>But it felt like forever, and you had insisted on something impressive instead of something easy.
>Foal steps will take too long, and you'll lose your place in the herd!
>As you pipe the last of the choux pastry onto the parchment paper, there's a knock on the door.
"Coming!" you shout, tossing the bag onto the counter.
>Pulling open the door...it's Tavi!
"Tavi! You're back!"
>"Lyra? What...what have you been doing today?"
"Baking! Come in!"
>"...cooking? Lyra, last time-"
"I know, I lit Bonnie's stove on fire. But Hazel has been teaching me!"
>Proudly leading the way into the kitchen, you whip the pan off the counter and brandish it at your friend.
>"Erm, what exactly are they?"
"Cream puffs!"
>"What happened to this one...?"
"I, errr, got a little distracted." you explain, embarrassed.
 >"Distracted by what?"
"Huh? Oh, uh.... I need to get these in the oven!" you say, quickly turning away before your blush can become too visible.
>"Yes...do that." she says, surveying your kitchen as you slap the tray onto the first rack.
>Taking a deep breath and closing the oven, you think it's safe to turn around again.
>Standing back up, you follow Tavi's gaze back to the kitchen around you.
"O-oh." you mutter, assessing a once underused kitchen now laid waste by your culinary efforts.
>Tavi sighs, shrugging off her saddlebags next to the kitchen table and moving towards the pile of dishes stacked in the sink.
>"You have magic, you wash."
"We could do something else...it's my mess."
>"It will be easier with both of us, don't you think?"
"Thanks Tavi."

"So you really think it went well? That's awesome!"
>"Yes, I think there is a very real chance I'll be moving to Canterlot...and thank you."
"You're welcome! I'm always happy when good things happen to my friends!"
>"No, I meant thank you for encouraging me to audition again." she explains "I really didn't plan to."
"What? That's crazy, you've always wanted to play for the CSO." you exclaim, Octavia ducking to avoid your sponge as it careens past her head "/Everypony/ wants to play for the CSO!"
>"Yes, well... well, I had been talking to Arpeggia about it and-"
>You cut off your magic, unceremoniously dropping the sponge and mixing bowl into the sink with a splash, and turn to quickly wrap Octavia in the biggest hug you can muster.
"I know, she wanted you to settle in and stay with her in Filly forever."
>"She said I wasn't being realistic."
"If there was ever a pony who belonged in the CSO, it's you Tavi!"
>"She wanted to know how many times I was going to audition before...before I realized it was never going to happen..."
"But it sounds like it really is happening! Right?"
>"Mhm." she sniffles. "I-I think it finally is."
"Then forget about her! Vinyl always said she was an anchor holding you back!"
>"Yes, but-"
"No buts! You're an amazing musician and an even more amazing friend!"
>She doesn't say anything, but she offers a tiny smile and wipes the tears out of her eyes.
>Good.
>Tavi is an amazing mare, and deserves better than that old stick in the mud!
>Before you can resume your uplifting speech, the egg timer goes off.
>...Why though?
>Oh!
>The oven!


"It's just...frustrating." you sigh, blowing an errant strand of maroon mane from your face.
>Looking across the table, Redheart smiles back sympathetically.
>"I agree, he is being logical but it does leave you in the lurch." she says, placing a hoof on yours. "But you've got a plan?"
"Not really. I want to show him that I've got what it takes-"
>"But it sounds like he already knows that, Rose."
"But he isn't convinced! He's such good friends with Rarity and Twilight...what if one of them joins the herd?"
>"I think you can take on both of them." Redheart says confidently. "Even if one of them has a royal title."
"Easy for you to say..."
>"Can royalty even join herds?"
"I don't know. But we might find out."
>"I'm sure you'll think of something." your friend reassures you "You always do."
"I guess."
>"Come on, let's go downstairs. Don't you have a big order for Lyra's friend to finish?"
"Oh, right. I guess I can work and talk at the same time."
>Getting to your hooves, you follow Redheart as she starts towards the stairs.
>"Maybe having something to focus on will clear your mind and help you come up with a plan."
"Well..."
>Redheart pauses and looks back at you.
"I do have an idea..." you offer. "Fill the Herd. Fast."
>"Now that's an idea." she smiles "Let's talk about that downstairs."

>Hoofing some wicker bases down to your friend and -for now- assistant, you elaborate on your plan.
"Anon said he won't choose until the Herd is full, so if I can fill the Herd with some of my excellent single mare friends..."
>Redheart gives you a look, and the two of you share a giggle.
>"I see where you're going though." she says, tossing the baskets onto the table as you assemble an assortment of autumnal pieces.
"He picked the four of us so quickly too...I worry about how cautious he has suddenly become."
>"I don't understand." Red says, taking a seat across the table from you.
>Picking up a gourd, you absently look it over as you consider your next words.
"It's almost as if...he feels he rushed in with us."
>"What!?"
"He hasn't said anything." you quickly interject, fumbling the squash. "But that's just the feeling I get. Like maybe he thinks he moved too quickly and could have been -should have been- pickier."
>"Roseluck, you stop that!" your friend snorts "I don't believe that for one moment!"
"But the way it's all slowed down so suddenly..."
>"That's because ya are low drama mares!" she exclaims "Y'know darn well he'd have scooped up that Flitter if it weren't for her sister!"
>You've got her so upset that a little bit of backwoods slipped out.
"Maybe I am just over thinking things." you say, placing the dropped gourd in the center of the arrangement.
>"You sure are." she huffs. "Now who do you have in mind for this little plot of yours?"
"Maybe Lyra's friend Bonbon, she's steady and already friends with Lyra."
>"An easy fit. What about Flitter?"
"I like Flitter. She's a good mare." you consider slowly, sliding a branch of preserved leaves into the arrangement as you mull the thought. "I'm not sure if she's worth the drama though."
>"Anon seems to like her."
"Her sister hates him though."
>"I getcha. Who else?"
"Maybe that musician friend of Lyra's, Octavia?"
>"She seemed nice at the party. And quiet."
"Exactly."
>"Is that all?"
"Well..." you say, slowly pushing a branch into the base before looking Redheart in the eye. "You're still single."


>"Hey Anon, I was doing laundry so I grabbed some of your stuff too. Just a heads up."
"Oh, thanks man." you say putting down your pencil. "Hey, while you're here, have you given any more thought to that scribe idea?"
>"Not really, Twilight keeps me pretty busy. Do you really think I'd be good at it?"
"You're already doing half the job, assisting Twilight." you shrug, "If you were really interested, I'm sure it'd be a good fit. A lot less chores that way, too."
>Now that gets his attention.
>You can't help but laugh a little, internally of course.
>"That does sound pretty good!"
"Mhm" you nod as you Irish up a fresh cup of coffee. "It's a serious profession."
>"I'll think about it." he says before heading back to the door "Oh, and Twilight wanted me to remind you that you've got physical therapy today."
"I do?"
>"I think she scheduled it herself."
>You look over at the young dragon.
>"Hey, I just work for the lady. You know how she is."
"She means well." you chuckle, before taking a sip of your coffee. "Thanks Spike."
>As he toddles off to do whatever it is he does all day, you turn your attention back to your drawings.
>The new size of the conservatory structures means larger supports...much larger.
>Which is reasonable and perfectly doable.
>So you've been recalculating the weight of the structure...and doodling some new decorative ideas in the margins.
>The old supports were just going to get some small decorations, but these new buttresses would be large enough that they could be cast in decorative forms themselves.
>More expensive? Maybe.
>But you had a reputation to uphold.
>You weren't going to just slap up some structural steel and call it a day.
>Fueled by an entire pot of coffee, this mix of mathematics and internal rambling keeps you occupied through the morning.
>It's after eleven o'clock when a knocking on your door breaks your concentration.
>"Anon?" a soft and sophisticated voice calls "Ah, I see you're hard at work, as always."
"Rarity! I can take a break."
>"Just for moi? Why I'm flattered."
"Har har." you say, rolling your eyes. "Let me wash the ink and pencil dust off my hands."

>"So I heard you went on a little trip."
"Word travels fast it seems."
>"Anon" Rarity says, setting her coffee down and leaning forward "I want you to know that what you did hurt Twilight."
"What?" you ask, surprised. "Why? How?"
>"Come now, Anonymous." she scoffs "You traveled all the way to Canterlot in order to apologize to one of the deific sisters rather than talk to a pony who's supposed to be your friend!"
"For the record, Celestia and Luna are also among my friends."
>"That is not a common thing, Anon. She thinks you were trying to avoid her." Rarity presses "And I think so too."
"And you're not wrong."
>"Of course I- what!?"
>Placing your hands on your knees, you look down and then up to meet her gaze.
"You are correct." you reply calmly, "I was avoiding her."
>"But...in Celestia's name, why?"
"Rarity, one of the things I love about you is that you rarely go off the rails the way say, Pinkie or Dash does." you explain "However that also means it has likely been quite a while since you were last lectured by Twilight Sparkle."
>"I suppose it has been some time, but could it really be-"
"Well intentioned perhaps, but lengthy, tedious and borderline condescending." you interrupt. "She is my friend, not my mother, Rarity."
>"She is only trying to help."
"I know that. But trying and succeeding are very different things."
>"That is rather harsh, don't you think?"
"Ask Roseluck, or Aloe and Lotus, about 'Sparkle lectures' sometime." you say, throwing your hands up."It's an inside joke that the whole town is in on."
>"Hmm, maybe not the whole town, but I see your point." she agrees with a frown. "Nonetheless, you really should talk to her."
"She also thinks it's a brilliant idea for me to talk to Cloudchaser, so I'm gonna hold off until after that lovely conversation."
>"You cannot be serious."
"I am."
>"I shall talk to Roseluck, and then I will talk some sense into Twilight."
"Good luck."
>"Yes, I may need it." she grimaces "Putting that aside, how is work? When is the house going to be done? How is your Herd coming along?"
"Work is steady." you shrug, leaning back into your chair. "The project is growing in size, of course."
>"Don't they all?" she smiles.
>You laugh, and with only a little encouragement launch into the laundry list of new tasks ahead of you.
>Rarity revels in the little stylistic quirks that are characteristic of your work, and even offers a few suggestions that you may just incorporate.
>Few mares have her eye for detail, after all.
>Let alone the ability to visualize a concept.
>It's kind of nice to be able to /really/ discuss your work with someone.
"Enough about my work, what have you been up to? Don't think I didn't notice some trial dresses at that concert the other night."
>"Unfortunately that is about all I have been up to." the seamstress laments "The Hearthswarming parties and New Year's galas are all a bit too far off still."
"A well deserved rest isn't a bad thing, though, is it?"
>"I suppose not, but it feels so strange to be so...idle."
"Ah, I know the feeling. Like something is wrong, or missing."
>"Precisely! I can't put my hoof on it, and that is probably because there is nothing actually wrong, but it still feels like something is amiss."
"Because your work is what you do, and who you are, Rares." you chuckle "Why don't you go on an inspiration trip? Take a week to visit Manehattan or Canterlot."
>"That is a fabulous idea!" she gasps "It's the perfect idea, Anonymous!"
"Glad to help."
>"I am going to have to start planning it right away!" she says, jumping up to wrap you in a hug before heading towards the door.
>She pauses after wrapping a scarf around her neck.
>"Don't forget what I said though. I will talk to Twilight, but you really ought to as well."
"Go plan your trip." you say, waving her out the door with a nod.
>You can't help but notice the lovely bounce in her step as she walks out the door.


"So when will you hear back from the CSO?"
>"It probably won't be for a few weeks."
"Aw, so you're going to head back to Fillydelphia then, aren't you?"
>"Of course I am, Lyra. Even if I knew today, I would still have to pack my things, end my lease..."
"Tell your parents."
>"Right, that too."
"You weren't going to tell them, were you?"
>"Of course I was."
"Taaaaviiii-"
>"Eventually."
>Wait wait wait, you've practiced this...
>You give your friend your best "Doubtful Bonbon" look.
>"After I had already found a place to stay and moved, of course."
"That's kind of what I figured." you muse. "So do they know about your breakup?"
>"Of course. There was no way to hide that kind of secret from them." she groans "And they are quite upset."
"I'm sorry." you say, pulling her into another hug.
>Hugs fix everything.
>"I just need to make my escape to Canterlot before they can interfere."
"You can always crash with us!"
>"That would be an awfully long commute, don't you think?"
"Oh, right." you scrunch as you try to think. "Aha! I'll ask Anon about borrowing his apartment! It won't be permanent, and he mostly lives here in Ponyville now!"
>"...mostly?"
"Wellllll...he does go to Canterlot for work sometimes, but he can just crash on the couch, right?"
>Octavia doesn't seem convinced.
"You don't have to. But if you can't find anything in time, I'm sure Anon will help!"
>"But he hardly knows me!"
"But he knows me!" you exclaim before whispering to yourself "really well~"
>"What was that?"
"Just that he knows me, and I know you, so I'm sure he'll help me help you!" you shout.
>"Okay, okay. I get it."
>Before the conversation gets out of hand, the front door opens.
>"Lyra, I'm home!"
"Bonnie!"
>"Hello, Bonbon."
>"Well hello, Octavia. What brings you back to Ponyville?"
>You're about to tell her about how well Tavi's audition went when another timer goes off.
"They're cooled! Yay!"

>"Lyra? Hazel warned me that- oh, well those turned out pretty well!" Bonbon says, eyeing the confections as you fill them with pre-mixed custard.
>Hazel said that was another lesson for another time.
>"I see you only burned four of them, not bad." Bonnie says, looking into the bin.
>Everypony's a critic.
>"I don't think you ever said why you were making these, Lyra." Octavia says, following Bonnie to the table.
>"Hazel told me." Bonnie says, rolling her eyes as you nearly fumble the piping bag. "She's trying to prove how domestic she is. To impress Anon."
"W-well, yeah. I mean, every mare knows that's a surefire way to a stallion's heart! And why were you even hanging out with Hazel anyways?"
>Now it's Bonnie's turn to blush.
>Ha! You've gained the advantage!
>"I can't visit a friend?"
"Well duh. Why didn't I think of that? But stop snooping on me and Anon, we can just get you your own date with him!"
>You're so focused on finishing the final few puffs that you completely miss Bonbon's scowl and Octavia shaking her head.
>You pop the final puff into your mouth as you finish.
>Delicious!

"Hrnnngh"
>"Come on, just a little further-"
"Argh!"
>"You're doing just fine!"
"How much more...?"
"There. Perfect."
>Redheart let's go of your outstretched arm and you drop it immediately.
>You'd think you would be used to the soreness in that arm by now.
>"You know, you'd be a lot less sore if you just wore your sling, Anon."
"Yes, ma'am."
>"Don't ma'am me. I'm friends with some of your mares, I know you haven't been wearing it, and I know they've been after you about that."
"What do you want me to say?"
>"Don't say anything. Just wear your sling."
"Yes, dear." you sigh. "At least it wasn't stiff."
>"Your mares might have preferred that."
>Ha!
>Wait.
>Did she just-
>Before you can form a reply, she takes hold of your arm again and stretches it out.
>Gently, but firmly.
>And quickly!
>Too quickly!
"Ow ow ow!"
>She holds it there while smiling innocently.
>"If only you'd worn your sling, this would be easier, Anon." she coos "But ya didn't, so this is just how it has to be."
"Alright, I get it!"
>"I know you do, but I wasn't just picking on ya, we really do have to do all this." she says, patting your leg. "So show me that tough hoofball player Roseluck tells me about while we do these, eh?"
>Uhhhh


"Flitter! How are ya?" you call out as the pegasus nears your apple stand.
>"I'm fine, thank you! How's the farm?"
"Doin' great, as always. Apples are big business this time of year." you chuckle "But say, you got a minute for me to ask ya somethin'?"
>She leans in and nods.
>You put up the "Back in 5" sign and motion back behind the apple cart.
"What the hay happened with Anon and Cloudy th' other night?"
>"Oh, that..." she says, visibly deflating. "Well, what do you want to know?"
"The whole story."
>"Well, okay..." she starts.
>It takes her a while to get going, but once she does she tells you /everything/ she knows.
>"And I heard he had to go all the way to Canterlot to apologize to Princess Celestia herself! All because of me..."
"Well shucks, Flitter, don't blame yourself for what your sister did! And I think that's a good sign if Anon went through all of that for you!"
>"I hope so..." she gasps "Did I say that aloud!?"
>"Say what aloud?"  Rainbow Dash asks, dropping in beside you.
"We were just talkin' about the fight the other night."
>"Aw yes! I heard Anon held his own even though he was already hurt! Now that's tough!"
"And it sounds like he went all the way to Canterlot just to dodge a Sparkle Lecture."
>"Ha! Yeah, I bet he did! I know I would!" Rainbow laughs. "So when are you going to tell your bitch of a sister to buzz off?"
"Rainbow!"
>"What?"
>"I, um, I..." Flitter's wings drop as her shoulders sag "I just don't know how."
"Now there, this ain't as easy to do as some ponies might think." you reassure her, throwing a look at Dash. "Family ties are strong, after all."
>"I know she wants what's best for the family, but she's...she's wrong! She's wrong and won't admit it!"
>Sitting down beside her as she starts to cry, you put an arm around her as Rainbow walks over.
>Wrapping a wing around each of you, she does her best to help.
"Now don't you worry, Flitter, it'll all work out."
>"She-she made her nest! She should have to lie in it!" she sniffles "I hate being the good daughter! I hate it!"
"Shhhhshshshsh. I know, being responsible ain't easy. It ain't easy at all."
>"When do I get my turn?" she asks no one in particular. "When do I get to just do whatever makes me happy?"
>"Hey now, you have every right to be happy!" Dash objects "Nopony can stop you from doing that!"
>"B-but what about Cloud-"
>"Forget about her!" Rainbow interrupts. "How about this: AJ and I will distract your sister so you hang with Anon in peace. Does that sound like a plan?"
"Rainbow..."
>"You'd...you would do that...for me?"
>With a sigh, you squeeze Flitter.
"We can tell Anon likes ya, and you seem to like him. We're all friends, so of course we'll help y'all out."
>"Just tell us when and we'll take care of Cloudchaser!"
>"Th-thanks. I mean it." Flitter says, standing up. "A chance to have a real date with Anon...wow! I have to come up with a plan!"
"Now that's the spirit!"
>"Go get 'im, girl!"
>"Thanks! I'll let you know as soon as I know what I'm going to do!" with that, she takes off into the sky.
>The two of you watch her disappear before you turn to Rainbow.
"Hey Rainbow?"
>"Yeah?"
"How the hay are we s'pposed to distract Cloudy?"


>Sitting in your office after your first therapy session you pour yourself a glass of bourbon.
"That went pretty well."
>Taking a sip of firewater you turn your attention to the latest set of calculations from the Foundry.
>The custom beams are doable, albeit more expensive than expected.
>The ornamentation is now just barely within budget.
>Of course, these ones here in the center will be behind trees and stuff.
>You could save a few bits by just using plain beams there...
>Yeah, give yourself some breathing room in the budget.
>You'd hate to have to go back to Canterlot and fundraise.
>Ugh, charity galas are the worst.
>Well, maybe you could take one of the girls.
>You promised Lyra she could go next time, but would she even want to go for a charity ball?
>Taking a red pencil you begin to scribble in changes as you swig a bit more whiskey.
>Lyra would be fun though.
>Rose is the obvious choice, of course.
>Composed and dignified, she would be the idea companion for such a thing.
>Plus she knows a lot about flowers and gardens which would help.
>Both Aloe and Lotus would probably weather the boring niceties of a charity gala better than Lyra (and both would make sure the trip was a good time) but in the end...Roseluck.
>Yeah, she'll have to tag along if you have to go.
>Maybe by then you'll have another mare?
>Or three?
>That could change things tremendously.
>Flitter...Flitter is the best lead you have -sister problems aside- though you can't imagine her being terribly helpful with this sort of thing.
>She's a smart mare -and cute to boot-  but she is neither an architect, landscaper nor a skilled socialite.
>So probably not helpful.
>What other mares?
>Roseluck seems to think that Twilight is interested.
>Ha!
>Oh Twilight, you're so adorkable.
>You refill your glass as you turn to the next page of drawings to continue editing.
>Twily'd either be really helpful or really not...she either impresses people with her knowledge or bores them with it.
>There is no middle ground.
>Either way, they're going to have to listen to her.
>Apparently it's impolite to ignore a princess, and poor Twiggles doesn't have the grace to notice when she starts to monologue.
>Ah, but as Rarity recently reminded you- she means well!
>Turning the page and taking another sip, you continue your mental multitasking.
>...Let's just move this path a little bit out...there we go...
>Anyways.
>Where were we?
>Oh right, Rarity and Twilight.
>There *is* always Rarity.
>Any stallion in Ponyville would kill to put a ring on that.
>And she really gets you, more than most ponies.
>She'd know how to win over the rich ponies at a gala too!
>Yeah, she's a complete class act.
>You should go see her, maybe pick up Sweetie from school one day or something.
>Ugh, the engineers at the foundry changed those joints back to rivets again.
>You told them twice they had to be welded!
>Twice!
>There will be no compromises on the main supports!
>Unbelievable.
>If Rarity were here, she would understand.
>You know...
>...
>...you kind of think Octavia would too.
>The way she carried herself the other night at the party, and the way she talks to Lyra...
>She's kind of somewhere between Roseluck 'n Rarity.
>Prim and Proper and all of that.
>But also graceful.
>And serious!
>But refined.
>And then that dinner in Canterlot...she's just a normal pony too.
>She might get you.
>Of course she would!
>She's a musician and a composer!
>Artsy types all get having 'a vision'.
>She'd get it.
>Next time she's in town, you should introduce her to Rarity.
>They'd get along.
>Hmmm, time to focus for a bit.
>Gonna have to do math.


"So how about next week sometime?
>"Lyra..."
"Please Bonnie? Don't you want to be in the Herd with me?"
>"It isn't about you, Lyra, I just-"
"You don't like Anon!?"
>"I never said that either."
"Whyyyyyy?"
>"I haven't even said no." Bonnie growls, a surefire warning that she's moving from grumpy to angry. "But you're not listening to me."
>You promptly plop your plot on the couch and await her next move.
>"I just don't know what I want. And I'm not sure I'm ready to jump into a Herd after... I'm just not ready."
"You have to start looking again eventually though, riiiight?"
>"Who says I'm not?"
"But you just said-"
>"I said I'm looking, not that I'm really doing anything... yet. Kind of. It's complicated."
"Is it thoooooough?"
>"Yes."
"Is it-"
>"Lyra..."
"I know, you want to take it slow after last time... but I just don't want you to miss your chance!"
>"Is is really so much of a rush?"
"Nnnngh...maybe? I don't know. Probably."
>"You don't sound very sure of that." she says, walking into the kitchen "I'm willing to take my chances."
"But you will give him a chance, right?"
>"You really won't drop this?"
>You shake your head vigorously.
>"Alright. One date. I don't promise anything else."
"Yes!" you shout, jumping on the couch. "You promised! Don't think I'm going to forget that!"
>"Just like you didn't forget about this chocolate coating for the cream puffs?" she says, indicating a bowl on the counter.
>Dang it!


>Hooooo-kay
>That's enough of that for today.
>You've been working so long that you've sobered up and your arm stopped hurting!
>Man, Redheart really put you through your paces today.
>And got a little hoovsey with you!
>Maybe that's just how PT works though.
>She was thorough, you won't deny that.
>And gently lecturing and shaming you the /entire/ time about wearing your sling.
>Oh, right.
>Where the hell did you put that...?
>There it is!
>Her accent is pretty cute when she slips up.
>Just little bits of backwoods peaking through here and there.
>Maybe physical therapy won't be so bad after all?
>Heh.
>Looking out the window you guesstimate that you have about two hours of daylight left.
>Pulling your sling on and then a coat, you resolve to head out to see how the house it coming along.
>Opening the door, you nearly walk straight into Aloe's outstretched hoof.
>Good thing you didn't, because there probably isn't physical therapy for that.
>"Anon!" she chirps, leaping forward to hug you. "How are you?"
>Leaning down, you wrap your arms around her and plant a kiss on her forehead.
"Doing great now that you're here."
>"Where are you going?" she says, falling back on her hooves and eyeing you up and down.
"To check on the house. You want to come with?"
>"Sure!"

>It's a chilly but uneventful walk to the House.
>Aloe talks about work and balancing the books and how Lotus handled the schedules for this week and they are just terrible.
>It's fun to let her vent a little, you get the impression that she doesn't have a lot of outlets she feels she can talk about her sister to.
>Not that there are problems there.
>Just little annoyances.
>That occur on a daily basis.
>And have been occurring for years.
"So why do you even let her near the schedule at this point?"
>"I can't do /everything/ Anon."
"Just book her for more appointments than you, and make up the time balance with extra administrative work."
>"Anon, I'd love to. I've even suggested it. Lotus thinks I'm overreacting."
"Hmmm."
>"Yes, hmmm."
>As you contemplate how to convince Lotus to hand over the back of house duties, you reach the gate.
>Holding it open, you follow Aloe through and into the yard.
>Aloe giggles as you make your way inside.
"What did I do?"
>"No no, not you." she says, still grinning. "It's just that, Lotus can't manage our simple schedule, and thinks she can challenge Roseluck for the Alpha spot!"
>You nod, half-listening as you look around.
>...hold on a second.
>Back that up.
"She thinks what!?"



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