Diamond Tiara awoke to a firm prodding in her back. Her first thought was that she was woken up by Silver Spoon being annoying, but then she remembered where she was and who was behind her. She smiled at the thought, at first; the first colt she liked, a lot, was in bed with her.
The pressure increased and a mix of emotions went through Diamond’s body, each surrounding what she was more and more certain was bothering her into wakefulness. It was nearly time to wake up as it was, and her hormones were still bothering her from the previous night, giving her a growing desire she didn’t understand fully.
That desire was growing as Diamond felt the same thing poke her lower back a little more, firmer, before backing off the pressure and repeating. She contemplated letting the colt behind her do whatever he wanted, to just scooting up and moving her tail aside to satiate her growing curiosity and instinctive desire… then she got upset.
She wasn’t going to be pressured, or teased, into lifting her tail for some colt, even if it was Snickers. The prodding came again, and she had enough.
She scooted forward a little and turned over quickly, ready to glare the colt into submission, maybe even slap his penis to teach him a lesson; only to see his ears at her eye level. She carefully lifted the sheet and saw Snickers curled up with a forehoof twitching a little where her back was as he dreamt.
Diamond Tiara sighed, quietly, and looked along his body, noting that he wasn’t in any condition to take her or imply he would in any way. Feeling sheepish, and a little embarrassed, she leaned forward and kissed his forehead, then leaned back, smiling, when she saw him smile and reach for her in a pawing motion.
Diamond scooted closer and when Snickers felt her close enough, he moved to her and nuzzled into her chest with a sigh that made butterflies swarm within her, adding to her embarrassment of what she’d thought and almost done.
It was something she’d have to tell Silver, when they had a chance.
Diamond’s head rested on his and she fell back asleep, not a problem in the world.
“Heresy! I’ve never heard of something so… outlandish as what you’re suggesting!”
“Truth is not heresy, your ignorance is!”
“Both of you are idiots, let the mares handle this while you go put foals in your wives.”
The room roared into a menagerie of shouts, none of them kind or caring, as fifteen ponies of all kinds shouted and pointed blame at one another. Finally, one stood and clapped his hoof on his table several times until the room was quiet enough for his sound to reverberate.
“Ponies, I understand it’s very early and we’re all up in legs about the revelations, but we must keep our heads; lest we be the peasants we preside over.”
A mare spoke up. “But, Mister Fancy Pants; the princess has a son that none of us knew of… this throws everything we’ve worked for into chaos!”
“There’s no precedent or contingency for this. If we let this go uncontested, a new prince could very well upend the entire structure we’ve spent centuries building!” A stallion shouted, pulling a scroll from his table to show projected statistics.
“Ignore that; I was going to sire the first royal foal!” A stallion shouted, bringing the room back to a roar.
Fancy Pants shook his head and brought a glass of water to his lips. He rolled the water in his mouth, then swallowed, looking intently at the glass. A smirk tickled the corners of his mouth as he took in the cup and noticed it hadn’t been properly cleaned from the previous user. He set the glass down and cleared his throat and stood proud, tapping the table again.
“Ponies, I have a fantastic idea as to relieve ourselves of this troublesome foal, without resorting to violence, murder, or threats,” Fancy said, looking around at certain ponies in the room. “We simply convince Princess Celestia to release Discord, and he’ll solve the problem for us.”
As soon as Discord’s name was mentioned, Fancy Pants’s words were drowned out by the cacophony of noise, unanimously agreeing, for once, against the idea.
Fancy brought the room back under control, again. “If any of you have a better idea, that won’t violate the foundations on which we stand, as a united society, please let them be known.”
There was silence as ponies thought. Some started to raise forelegs, only to flinch at their ideas and lower them again.
“But… can’t we just foalnap this, Snickers? Send him away to some other country and--”
“And what, Lord Spear?” Fancy shouted. “Have our princess go to any length to find him? Have the foal recognize one of us and bring light to our cabal? Have us marked as dissidents, when all we do is maintain the standards and purity of our glorious nation?! How many times do you think we can be caught before Princess Celestia becomes tired of us and sends us to opposite ends of the nation, again?
“Who here remembers when gryphons flocked to our nation as ‘refugees’, and began hunting our small animals and eating our fish? Where were we to keep them out? Scattered to the corners of the nation! That’s where,” Fancy huffed on his monocle and cleaned it with a cloth. “We won’t be having that, again.
“No, we shall stay where we are and work as we have; and we shall let another patsy take the blame for our ‘crimes’, as they’re so freely called by the media. And, if Discord is banished to the sun after his games take her supposed foal from our manes, then it’s as simple as feeding two birds with one scone,” he chuckled, “I do say.”
…
The meeting of nobles ended and three ponies left together; two mares and a stallion. Once they were on the streets of Canterlot, they raised their muzzles and walked as though they were above all around them, as was the style and duty of their ilk. While seeming to have all the time in the world, they were moving to a diner they frequented to have a private chat about the situation they found themselves in.
“We’re here, now we can talk,” the stallion said once they’d taken their seats, and once the spells cast on the table partially obfuscated the area within..
“Jet, you have to brush your teeth more often; I can smell your breath from here.”
Jet Set scoffed, and heaved a breath into his forehoof, then inhaled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about; I smell fine, Crust.”
“To yourself, darling; as always,” Upper Crust snarked.
“Children,” the final mare said with a roll of her eyes, “maybe we can speak about the issues at hoof, and not bicker like foals?”
“You’re not our mother, Mini. But, you’re right,” Upper Crust admitted, “we have to do something about this colt. If he is the foal of Princess Celestia, it’ll take the world by storm. What do you know about any of this, Mini?”
Mini frowned slightly. “There is a single report of Celestia having a foal living under her care, but the time isn’t clear. It may have been four hundred years ago, or one hundred. There’s nothing written on the topic, besides that she had a foal living in the castle at the time. Age, gender, reasons; all lost.”
“That’s not enough to go on,” Jet said. “It could have been one of the Founder’s lines staying for a summer, with that information. We need something concrete. Hearsay that a foal called Princess Luna ‘auntie’ isn’t enough. Perhaps we’re worrying about nothing…”
The mares hummed and looked at one another. “Maybe you’re right,” Upper Crust said. “But, I do happen to have a little knowledge of this foal that I’ve been saving for our meeting.” Crust pulled a Manilla folder from her saddlebag and laid it on the table in front of her. She leafed through a couple pages and then closed the folder.
“Well,” Mini said, “out with it.”
“He’s an adopted son to Rarity, of Ponyville. The same mare that crashed our parties and endeared herself to Fancy Pants as a fraud, although he overlooked it all,” Upper Crust huffed. “The colt’s name is Snickerdoodle, and is quite the uncultured brute; fighting and using uncouth language at all times and circumstances.
“Also, I found out that he’s had nearly one hundred complaints about his personality since moving to Ponyville…” Upper Crust trailed off.
“And, what else, darling?” Jet Set asked.
“Well,” Upper Crust smirked, “he seems to be the one that started the current phrase striking the nation.”
Jet Set looked flatly at his wife. “And, what might that be?”
Upper Crust leaned back into her cushion and shook her head. “The cervix one, dear. “ She turned her attention to Mini. “Males are quite simple, aren’t they, love?”
Mini waved a forehoof. “I’m not interested in joining your family; you haven’t anything to offer a mare of my tastes. My larger concern is Fancy Pants’ idea to awaken and reform Discord. What will we do if he’s able to convince the princess to do so?”
Upper Crust held a hoof at Jet Set. “Let them have their fun. The elements of Harmony can just seal him up again if he gets out of hoof. Is there anything else you’d like to discuss, or may we call the server over to take our orders?”
Jet Set sat up and cleared his throat. “I believe I was offered some sexual relief for staying quiet, Mini. When can I have my payment?” He asked, hopefully.
Mini and Upper Crust laughed at Jet Set. “Oh, that’s too rich,” Mini said. “It’s quite the relief that I won’t touch your fifth leg with my hooves, as I shan’t sully my body in such a way.”
Upper Crust snickered. “And I must agree with Mini, your dry spell will go on, and you can relieve yourself at the table, for all we care. Go ahead,” she mocked the saddening stallion, “no one will know but us, and I could use a good show.”
Mini and Upper Crust laughed louder as Jet Set pouted and crossed his forelegs. “You lied, then.”
“What a foal!”
“How petulant!”
Both mares lowered the privacy spell and waved the waiter over to take their order while Jet Set began brooding.
“We’re gonna see the city! We’re gonna see the city! We’re gonna see the city!” Snickers and his friends chanted as they were led from the apartments by their butlers. Two of Celestia’s personal guards were in attendance, walking behind the others as they all walked to leave the castle.
Once outside, Snickers looked at the city as a whole from the massive front doors of the most notable landmark in the nation. “Wow,” Diamond Tiara said from Snickers’s right while Silver Spoon stood to his left and whispered the same.
“What’re we waiting for?” Snickers asked. “Let’s go!”
All four foals started to run ahead, but were stopped when the royal guards showed their training, grabbing the foals and holding them in place with magic. “You are to stay within our sight at all times, not to exceed a trot, and to follow the orders of your butlers at all times,” one stallion said.
The foals were set down and then flanked by the guards. “Ya know, this is just making us look really suspicious, being escorted and all. Why don’t ya guys take a break and let these guys,” Snickers gestured to Oregano and Basil, “lead us around the city?”
“We have our orders,” the other guard replied.
Diamond Tiara bumped Snickers’s side. “C’mon, let’s just go into Canterlot; it’s gonna be great!”
Snickers sighed, then stood tall and walked with his fillies by his side, each matching the look of some snooty nobles they saw.
“I say,” Kiwe stated, “this town is as I remember, full of snobs with no gifts to tender.”
Silver Spoon giggled. “That was a terrible rhyme. Just talk normal, we all know you can.”
Snickers nodded to the zony. “Yeah, drop the rhyme and live in the minute!”
“Moment,” Kiwe corrected his friend, “and I’ll do my best. After so many years of my life being spoken in rhyme… it is a habit that I can’t break so easily.”
“Well, you’re doing fine, for a colt,” Diamond said, teasingly. Kiwe stuck out his tongue and Diamond gasped.
“Ugh, rude.”
Snickers leaned a little closer to Silver Spoon. “Why is sticking out tongues so rude, here?” He asked.
Silver Spoon blinked at Snickers twice, then sighed before speaking softly. “Whatever, I guess you don’t know, or whatever. It’s the same as saying the ‘f’ word, but without words. Like how Minotaurs use their third finger, gryphons snap and click their beaks, or stuff like that.”
Snickers nodded. “I get it, I just never thought about it. So, if I said ‘Silver, you wanna’,” he then stuck his tongue out at the grey filly.
Silver Spoon’s eyes shot wide and she tripped over her own legs onto the cobblestone street, landing on her side with a short shriek. Snickers felt a little laugh build at the filly’s reaction. “You jerk,” Silver Spoon said as she got to her hooves and adjusted her glasses.
Diamond Tiara was watching the exchange. “Well, is that a ‘yes’?” She asked Silver Spoon.
Silver Spoon snorted hot air from her nostrils. “No! Not until I know him better and earn his love, Diamond Tiara.”
Snickers felt a little flutter in his chest hearing that, but a passing pony’s scoff distracted him. “What the fuck are you lookin’ at? Yeah, take your ugly flank back to the spa and get groomed, you jerkface!”
Diamond Tiara moved to cover Snickers’s mouth. “Not here,” Diamond quietly sang, “we’re just starting the tour and I don’t wanna get grounded, okay?”
Snickers pushed her hoof from his mouth. “Fine… I’m sorry,” he said to Diamond, then repeated his words to Silver Spoon and Kiwe. “I don’t know why, but that guy just made me so… angry.”
Kiwe stepped up to Snickers’s side and bumped him. “At least you stopped. Last week, in Ponyville, such a thing may have made you lose all sense of reason.”
Silver Spoon groaned. “Can we just go into Canterlot? The best and most greatest city in the world?! I wanna go shopping!”
Diamond Tiara squeed and Silver Spoon joined her. “Shopping!”
…
Snickers and Kiwe sat in a dress shop, staring lazily at the ceiling as the fillies tried on dresses and accessories. It was the fourth shop they’d gone to, with both fillies had chosen something from each shop for themselves and trying desperately to dress up the colts, without any luck.
“Oh, Snickers,” Silver Spoon said in a sweet voice. When Snickers looked lazily at the filly, his attention snapped solely on her. “You like?” She asked and turned around once with a flick of her tail to show everything she had to offer.
Snickers looked at the grey filly and noticed Diamond Tiara leaving a dressing room dressed mostly the same. But before she could, potentially, give the same presentation, he got up and cantered to the entrance. “I gotta go, now!” Snickers demanded in a panicked voice.
“Hey, come back, are you okay?” Diamond’s voice called and got him to glance back. The bridle she wore had reigns and a bit she chomped at. Snickers pushed past the stoic guard into the Canterlot streets. He moved to stand several paces from the door and sat down, crossing his forelegs over his sheath as he thought of rocks and sticks.
The mental images of his fillies wearing full tack and saddles with socks that went to their thighs began to leave his active mind and Snickers wanted to hug Kiwe for all he was worth for the potions he’d been sharing.
Snickers took in a shaky breath and exhaled. “I… didn’t know they made clitoral accessories for lingerie,” Snickers whimpered and a silver mesh covering Silver’s personal parts flashed in his mind. “How did the spell not work? I shouldn’t have seen anything.”
The door to the shop opened and Kiwe was sitting by Snickers a couple seconds later. “Brother, are you alright? What happened just now?”
Snickers turned and hugged Kiwe tightly. “I… why were they dressed like that? How could I see their… everything?”
Kiwe hugged Snickers back in confusion. “They wanted to show you provocative wear, and magic masking spells don’t work in those kinds of shops. Didn’t you read the sign on the door, and hanging over the dressing rooms?”
Snickers shook his head against Kiwe’s neck. “No! Why would I want to see them dressed like that? Seriously?!”
Kiwe leaned back to look at Snickers. “You do not seem to understand what it means to wear lingerie, it seems,” Kiwe gestured to the shop and Snickers looked, seeing a riding crop and socks as the store logo. “Any pony with a cutie mark may dress as they please, and it was quite clear your herd wishes to entice you for when you practice mating.”
Snickers shook his head. “I don’t wanna do that, Kiwe. They might have cooties, and fillies are icky. Why’d Silver have the net covering her labia? It was weird and kinda nice, but icky!”
Kiwe’s eyebrows knitted, but before he could ask anything the door to the shop burst open and Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara ran out, looking right and left before seeing their herd stallion sitting and looking scared.
“Oh, Snickers,” Silver Spoon shouted and ran to him, hugging him tightly. “I’m so sorry! I had no idea we’d scare you taking you here. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, it was just dressup.”
Diamond Tiara nodded in agreement.
The door to the shop opened and an employee walked out with a frown. “You have to pay for those, young mares.”
Without another word, the mare’s horn lit and both fillies yelped in surprise as the accessories they had put on were taken back into the shop by a huffy clerk.
“Sheesh, ask a filly before you pull a thing off her tail that’s touching her clit, at least,” Diamond scoffed as the last guard left the shop. Basil and Oregano stood several paces away at each end of the shop, as additional guards, for what little it seemed to offer.
Kiwe stood up and offered his hoof to Snickers. “Let us go, and forget about this event.”
Snickers nodded. “Yeah, I don’t wanna mate a filly until I’m waaay older. Like, a hundred, or something, like mommy’s oldness.”
Everypony that was with the entourage looked at Snickers for a moment, then Silver giggled. “You’re so silly, Snickers. C’mon, let’s go to the food court.”
As the group started to walk, Snickers stopped. “Silver Spoon, why’d you call me that?”
Silver looked back and stopped with the others. “Say what?”
Snickers looked at her and pointed to himself. “I’m Aquelis. That’s my name; not Snickers, silly.”
Diamond Tiara moved back to Snickers and placed the back of her fetlock to his head while Kiwe moved to Diamond’s side and looked into Snickers’s eyes. “He doesn’t feel warm,” Diamond said.
“His eyes seem fine and his breath is in proper time. Maybe he needs a snack to push off the confusion attack.”
Snickers giggled. “You’re a silly zony. I want ice cream, can we get one? Maybe with four scoops. ‘Cause I’m that much old, I can have that many, mommy said.”
The others fell silent and the sound of the city was all they could hear as they tried to parse what Snickers had said.
“Okay, I think he’s just having some fun,” Diamond said slowly. “I think we should get some ice cream and take it from there, right?”
Silver Spoon nodded and moved to touch her side to Snickers’s, but he hopped away. “Cooties, ew! Help, I’m gonna get cooties!” Snickers shouted and ran to Basil, hiding under the stallion, watching the fillies with a slight grimace from behind the stallions’ forelegs.
Silver Spoon furrowed her brows. “Cooties? Diamond, do you know what’s going on?”
Diamond Tiara shook her head, then narrowed her eyes. “Snickers?” She called out to the colt. “Aquelis?” She called. She waved him over and gently tapped the ground with her forehoof, implying it was safe to come over.
“Yeah, Miss Tiara?” Snickers asked when he’d gotten two lengths away. “You don’t wanna give me cooties, do you?” He asked meekly and rubbed his foreleg with the other. “Sorry, Miss Tiara. Maybe we can start over?” He asked.
Diamond looked at the guards, who seemed to be growing worried.
Basil stepped beside Snickers. “I will get you five scoops of ice cream, but we have to go back to the castle as soon as we’re done, alright?”
Snickers whooped and reared to wheel his forelegs in joy. “Yeah! I want the bestest flavors of cloud ice cream, if they have it.”
…
A guard entered the throne room during lunch very anxiously, despite of his years of service. “Your Highness?”
“Yes, Soda?” Celestia asked while eating a sandwich.
“It’s about… um, Snickers. He’s changed his name to Aquelis, and is acting like a younger foal of three or four, and it’s worrying some of the staff.”
Celestia swallowed her latest bite and sipped some hot tea. “Is he able to be brought to me, or is he in his quarters?”
“He’s in his apartment, Your Highness,” Soda answered.
“Thank you, I’ll go there right away,” Celestia stated and stood, moving swiftly down the steps, out of the throne room, and towards the apartment wing. As quickly as she could move, without seeming worried or eager, she passed by other dignitaries and guests, offering kind words in passing but showing her urgency so as to not get into a conversation.
Once she got to the apartment, the door opened and Snickers shouted, “Mommy!” and hugged Celestia’s leg tightly. A dozen creatures watched as a foal nuzzled Celestia’s foreleg with rapt attention.
Stifling a litany of swear words, Celestia used her magic to raise the giggling colt from her leg, then she walked into the room and closed the door behind her. Once inside, Celestia moved Snickers onto her back. “Aquelis, it is good to see you in such high spirits. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Ponyback ride!” Snickers exclaimed.
Celestia looked to the others in the room, noting that Snickers’s friends were worried while Laxxie focused on her sire with rapt interest. “Is everything alright, my little ponies?”
Diamond Tiara bowed her head, then moved to stand closer to the alicorn. “He’s not going by his name, Y-your Highness. And, he’s acting different; like he’s not his self.”
Silver stepped up beside Diamond and whispered, “Himself,” before bowing to Celestia. “I’d like to say that he’s also our herd alpha, and isn’t acting like it anymore.”
Snickers laid on Celestia’s back and pouted. “No ride?”
Celestia moved to the couch and began prancing around the room, getting a laugh and shout of joy from Snickers. Celestia felt her heart filling with joy unlike any she’d felt for nearly two centuries. “Children, my son is back with his mother; I do not know what you’re upset about. He’s the same colt you’ve known for the past month.”
Kiwe cleared his throat, choosing to stay by the coffee table to address the prancing pony princess. “That is the point we are trying to make; he is not the same as when he became awake. This morning he was the colt we knew, now he is a stranger to all, but you.”
Celestia’s smile fell slightly and she slowed her circuit. Snickers moved to the side to see Celestia’s face through her billowing mane, only to slip and nearly impact the floor; had it not been for the quick action of a guard.
“This can’t be true,” Celestia quietly said, “he has to be my Aquelis.”
Snickers hugged Celestia’s hind leg. “I am Aquelis, mommy. I missed you… where did I go and where’s Auntie Luna? She should be here to have fun, too.”
Celestia, for the first time, looked at Snickers and sighed. She shook her head and her horn glowed with golden light. Snickers was encased in her magic aura, but he giggled again and looked himself over. “Mommy, what are you doing? I feel funny.”
“I’m merely checking for anything wrong,” Celestia said quietly to the colt.
Snickers nodded in understanding. “Okay, but what if your magic makes me go into another Harmonic Vision? I don’t wanna get mind-fucked like last time.”
Celestia frowned ever so slightly, making the adults in the room take a step away from her, while the young didn’t even notice.
Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara rushed Snickers and tackled him in twin hugs. “We missed you, Snickers.”
“Where’d you go? Please, tell me you’re gonna stay.”
Snickers gasped for air and pushed his fillies back. “What the hell? Okay…” Snickers looked past and through the fillies, a small smirk blossomed on his lips, “...as long as you’re willing to wear those dresses you got, and everything with ‘em.”
Both fillies blushed and Kiwe chuckled as Snickers spoke, “What? They were h-o-t-t, hot as--”
Celestia magicked Snickers’s mouth closed before he could finish spelling another word. “I’ll have no more of that crass language, young stallion.”
Snickers frowned and pointed to his mouth, implying for him to be allowed to speak. “Hey, you’re not my mother, so I don’t have to do what you say.”
Celestia’s heart ached. She recalled Aquelis suckling her milk as a yearling and yearned for those days again; simple days where he would play and come back to her several times during a playdate.
Now she stood, being scolded by a colt that inhabited her son’s body without a care in the world for her own feelings.
Celestia nodded. “Then, if you have no more need for me, I’ll take my leave of you, Snickers.”
Snickers hesitated and sat down in place. “No, don’t go, yet. There’s somepony else up here,” he tapped his temple, “but they are confusing me. I know I’m me, but I talk and act different; ever since I got here. So, what do I do?”
“Have you ever considered therapy for your confusion?” Celestia offered, hoping Snickers would get a little stressed and show her son again.
Snickers stuck his tongue out in disapproval. “Nah, whatever this is, I’m not being hurt or scared… just fucked with by those Spirit guys, I bet. I don’t wanna talk to some shrink, but I do wanna talk to my mom, Rarity.”
Celestia thought it over. A dozen ideas flew through her and she compiled a plan. “I will have her come to the castle, then. We shall all have a talk and come to terms with what’s happening to you.”
Snickers looked flatly at Celestia. “That’s a… great idea!” Snickers shouted. “I can’t wait to see Mom again. Oh, I have to take a bath and do my mane again… it’s getting quite unruly, darling. Perhaps a trip to the spa,” Snickers intoned in a posh accent that made his fillies giggle to one another.
“Oh, yes, darling,” Silver Spoon mocked playfully, “that sound simply divine.”
“I know, let’s set a date for first thing in the morning,” Diamond Tiara flipped her mane , “and don’t dawdle, we have things to do. In fact, come along, Aquelis, let’s have fun before we get all clean and proper.”
Diamond turned and flicked her tail to her side, implying where she wanted Snickers to stand. Seeing that, Silver Spoon turned and did the same.
Snickers watched the fillies as they started flicking their sides with their tails and glaring at one another. He looked to Kiwe. “Hey, are fillies always doing weird stuff like that?”
“Brushing their sides?” Kiwe asked and watched as the females squared off, face to face, practically slapping their side. “No, these two are just weird. Let us take our leave and let them do as fillies do.”
“Yeah, I like that idea,” Snickers agreed and slunk away as Diamond and Silver Spoon pressed their foreheads together and started shoving.
Celestia’s magic separated the fillies before they could hurt one another. “Girls, why are you fighting? Don’t you know that my little Aquelis is more than willing to share you both?”
Both fillies snapped their attention to Celestia. “His name is Snickers! Stop calling him that name, it’s confusing him!” Silver Spoon shouted and shrieked.
“And, stop calling him yours! He’s Rarity’s colt, and has been for the last two months! You really hurt his feelings, calling him Aquelis.”
Celestia looked between the fillies and nodded. “I will take that under advisement, young mares. But for now, your herd stallion needs you.”
Celestia set them down and once their hooves touched the floor the rubber shoes did their work, gripping each step as they chased after Snickers. Once they caught up to him and Kiwe, they pressed their side to him and gave him a tandem nuzzle. Snickers shivered when one of the young mares let their tail brush his haunches.
“What was that just now, Snickers?” Diamond asked, nuzzling him again.
Kiwe rolled his eyes with a smirk and kept a friendly distance while Snickers blushed through his brown coat. “N-nothing… just got the tingles, a little.”
Silver cooed and whispered into Snickers’s ear, “You can have the shivers with us, anytime.”
Another tail brushed Snickers’s haunches and he shivered enough to stumble. “St-stop,” he quietly protested.
“Stop what?” Diamond asked, nuzzling him again. Snickers slowed to a stop, being nuzzled by two fillies in an empty hallway was taking its toll on him; the tail brushing him was just torture.
“I… I need Kiwe!” Snickers shouted and backpedalled to look at Kiwe, only to see him walking to a doorway that was cracked open, a taloned finger beckoning him in. Snickers whined and bounced, hoping Kiwe wasn’t about to have sex when he needed his help.
Kiwe slipped into the room, looking back at the trio with a wink before he bucked the door closed. Snickers whimpered and started back to his apartment at a faster pace. “Hey, I thought that was some meeting room we weren’t allowed in,” Silver Spoon said to Diamond.
“It was,” Snickers interjected, “it’s the room I first met Celestia in when I got here. They’re gonna fuck on a royal conference table… maybe even in her cushion. At least he’s having fun,” Snickers grumbled.
Silver caught up to Snickers’s cantering pace. “What’s the rush, aren’t you having a good time? I mean, we can go play for a bit, if that’s what you’d like.”
“Or read a book, you like to read; right?” Diamond offered.
“Play Snakes and Ladders?”
“Realm of Sweets?”
“Nightmare Night, the game?”
“Cards?”
“Go fish?”
“Slapjack?”
“Diamonds?”
“Play in the gardens?”
Snickers stopped and shouted, “Girls! Stop, just… stop. I wanna do so many things with you both right now, but none of them are what I should do. Let’s just get back to the apartment, I’ll spend a minute getting something in my room, and then we can do something nice and relaxing.”
Both fillies nodded and motioned for Snickers to join them. Snickers took his place between Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara, and together they went back to the apartment.