Meanwhile, somewhere at the wide beaches of Fillydelphia
The sun shown down from above, filling the endless, blue sky with its live-spending warmth. The waves of the ocean whooshed softly against the bright sandy beach. One could find the finest sand of the whole west-coast a food could stand on at this place. Not many did know about it, and so it came that only few happy families were feeling the salty breeze, carried by the smoothest winds into their manes.
“My love, could you please be a sweetheart and put some of this suncream onto my neck? I really won't like to have a sunburn today,” a certain mare asked. She was lying currently on her back, the belly pointing lazily to the warm sun and collecting all its warmth.
“But of course, my dear! Just turn around and I will start immediately,” a certain stallion said in a kind and yet soft voice, lying in the very same position to the left of his wife.
With a little moan, the mare turned herself. Her sensitive belly made contact with the fine sand and without big efforts she laid in a natural bed, clinging perfectly to her new downside.
She closed her eyes as the strong hooves of her husband made first contact with her neck. They soon began to spread the cool paste over her. He did it with all the carefulness he could give to a pony, spreading it while letting his hooves do little circles. She visited many SPAs now, but not a single one provided a masseur with his skills when it came to finding the perfect pressure. He didn't even had to search for it anymore – he just laid his hooves down on her body and got it already.
A little moan escaped her, as the hooves slid down slightly to spread the cool paste further.
He massaged her back, wiling more moans out of the mare, before he let slid his hooves away to both sides of her belly. They moved slowly upwards to her front-legs. There they paused, to support the stallion a bow over his husband.
He placed his head over hers and the mouth that proofed its knowledge in taste so many times before, touched the rear side of her right ear without more pressure than the weight of a quill, giving light kisses to it. Her tail began to twitch slightly, not forced by will but freely moving with her subconsciousness. His lips danced around her ear, giving only the lightest pressure to it. He only stopped to open his mouth. Not to breath or even wide enough to say something, but wide enough to make it possible for some words to escape his lips. They hadn't to be loud. This ear was the only thing in the world what was supposed to hear them.
“Never alone.”
it wasn't much. It wasn't loud. But it meant the world for Mrs. Cake. When other ponies were around they had to replace it with the more common “I love you”. Not that there was something wrong about it, it just wasn't what she wanted to hear. She never said it, but she hadn't to anyways.
It also needed only those two words to make two resting hooves moving again. Down the front-legs, down her ribs and to the side of her stomach. He only had to rub at a well-known spot there, and the mare would –
“Mommy, daddy!” Two little foals were engaging the love-drunken pair.
Ah, right. It was the first time for the married couple to be here with their children. In earlier days they were too young for such a long travel, or simply weren't born yet. Well, there aren't many things staying unchanged forever.
Regardless of the fact that their father was bowing awkwardly over their mother, Pound Cake rushed at full-speed into his dad, throwing him backwards over. Pumpkin, however, managed to get into a still positioning only view inches early.
“Mommy, daddy,” Pumpkin began in an exited tone, “you gotta see this!”
Mr. Cake was still stunned from the sudden charge and hardly able to understand the urge of his children. “See what?”
“Did you finished the sand castle?” The brain of the mother on the other hand was able to restore from an almost-stunning charge and a really stunning husband.
“No, no! Better! Come, we have to show you! Get up, get up!” Pound said, running around the oh-so-lovely place where the parents enjoyed the gorgeous weather only few moments before.
Carrot's brain began to reboot slowly, “wait a minute. What? And where?”
Pound jumped wildly up and down, throwing some of the fine sand into every direction with every landing. “At the water! A ship with black sails! Come!”
A ship, huh. There aren't many ships around here usually.
“Very well. We are right behind you!” Mrs. Cake said.
Mr. Cake nodded in approval.
But being the over-energized kids they are, his plan to follow the kids in a chilled walk at the beach wasn't of long lifetime as both children disengaged just as fast as they came.
“I think we should better get going,” Mrs. Cake said with a chuckle, “we don't want to get charged again, do we?”
Mr. Carrot Cake stood up, still a little dizzy from the crash. “Sure not.”
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After a short walk the two parents arrived at the top of a small torr, where their foals were waiting.
“See, over there!” Pound shouted.
His father nodded with a slightly opened mouth as he saw the announced ship, carried through the wide seas by black sails. What was this ship doing in this direction, and more important: why did it have black sails? Pirates? There weren't many things to catch here, besides of the lives of his family, of course.
“What are they?” Pumpkin asked.
“I'm not sure,” Mrs. Cup Cake began as Mr. Cake remained silent, “but I only heard of one black-sailed ship up until now.”
“You did?” The three-voiced chorus of wonderment asked.
“Yes, back when I was a little filly. A good friend of my grandmother, an old zebra, told me the story of a ship with black sails over and over again. She mentioned often that I have to remember it whenever it could become important, but I always thought that it was the only tale she knew.”
Mr. Cake lowered his head. This was odd. “So, what do you think they are?”
“She said that they were sailors of ancient seas, back when Celestia herself was still a young mare. Sailors of the whole world knew their names for the unbelievable courage of the crew. No matter what happened, not a single man on this ship made a single footstep backwards. And when our royal sisters were getting into trouble, it was just this crew that set sails into the directions of a different world, minds set to the rescue of our two rulers.
If that is true, and they did sail into another world, then they succeed. In that case they are heroes, world-traveling guardians for those, who are lost in the seas.”
Pound was jumping happily in a way, that was oddly equal to Twilight Sparkle's happy-dance.
“Does that mean that we are facing true heroes? Awesome!”
His mother nodded with a slight smile in her face, “maybe, yes.”
“Hey, Pumpkin! Let's search for others and make a crew!”
Hearing of that plan, Mr. Cake wasn't too pleased. “Wait. I don't think tha-”
They were already gone. Obviously. “What am I trying. Hey, honey, is that true what you just said?”
The mare turned to her husband, a really pleased smile in her face.
“Well, parts of it. My grandma actually had an old zebra as a friend, but she never told me stories. I did read it in a book. But hey, it was quiet believable for the children, wasn't it?”
“Not only for them..” a head-shaking stallion said.
“What do you think it really is?”
Mrs. Cake faced Mr. Cake with a rather serious expression. “Are you saying that you really don't know what this ship is?”
“Ehm, no?”
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And if the winds stood good in this moment, the crew of a lunaric trade ship would have been able to hear the meeting of a forehoof with an face, taking place not far away from them.