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// Knights and dragon 
// Story: My name is Fake Mark 
// by Skarsnik 
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I was lucky with the mailmare foal. It’s a filly and she looks a lot like her mother, and not really like me. My coat is a light green, and my mane and tail are white. On the plus side, she’s a unicorn. Unless her mother has a revelation, I’m pretty safe.

But it’s time to move on acquiring the affection of my target. It came in various phase.

The first phase is just making me be known to the target. It’s easy since she lives in a library; I just need to come sometime. The other phase is “making” the target fall in love.

Well, you can’t really force a pony to love you, but there is a reason mares fall for the heroes that save them. Exploiting a weakness when a pony is weak emotionally is the base for influencing them. You don’t believe me? You want to get money from a poor mother? Say something like, “It’s for the good of your daughter,” and you can sell your stupid scam easily.

For that, I already have a plan. It’s not a mystery; there are lots of fairy tales about knights saving princesses from the foes and falling in love. It refers to what I had previously said: emotional distress on the mare’s part and the show of a big involvement from the stallion. In fact, there are some similarities with my plan and fairy tales since it involves a dragon and knight. Well, a baby dragon and professional knight.

Smiling, I watched the touching reunion of the target with her assistant. The goons I had hired to foalnap the dragon in hoofcuffs, escorted by the local Royal Guard.

The guard remaining at my left said, “Thank you for your information, citizen.”

Now came the third part of the plan. I was at the library to search for another book to read.

The librarian came to me with a big smile. “Hey! You were the pony that helped find Spike?”

“Oh, it was nothing. I just told the Guard what I saw,” I replied with a smile. True, I had no involvement in the rescue of the dragon. I just told the searching party that I saw some suspicious ponies going in a house.

“I don’t know how to thank you. Do you want to borrow more books? I can offer the year free or something.”

Yes, it was tempting to propose something like a dinner, but it had to come from her. Now she knows I exist and I am a pony of interest for her.

“It’s alright... I’ll just take this book. How’s the little guy doing?” It’s important to show consideration to a mare’s siblings or friends. .

“I sent him back to Canterlot for a week. He’s unharmed but a bit shaken. Thanks for asking.”

Some days later my boss Rainbow Dash talked to me. She put a hoof around my neck “Hey, thanks for helping with Spike. Twilight asked Pinkie to organise something to thank you.” That was a surprise; I was working my way to befriend her first but it look like she was taking some step toward me.

“Are you sure I deserve this?  I didn’t really do anything...”

“And that’s why you’re still single. A mare invites you to a party, you go.” Rainbow Dash is a strange mare; she acts more like a stallion, and for some reason, she likes to tease the fact that my persona is kind of skittish with mares. It’s funny because she’s had very few intimate encounters with other ponies, herself.

After the party, it all went smoothly. Our relationship remained friendly for a few weeks, but she started asking more about me. I went to her place more and more, and one day, I asked her out on a date. It went quite well, and the date led to more dates. I’d became her coltfriend. Now was the hard part of the plan: keeping this relationship going and becoming strong enough for a wedding.

Today was different, to say the least. Twilight rushed to the weather office where I work and blurted, “My brother is getting married! Shining Armor’s getting married!” Oh… oh. A wedding, mean something I am not looking forward to: meeting her family.

“Oh, that’s great! Although I don’t recall you ever talking about your brother.”

She said, with her cute little smile, “I was wondering if you’d want to come. To meet him and my parents. I’m sure they’ll love you!”

Yeah, I am so prepared to meet the ponies who will show absolute distrust toward the stallion trying to steal their daughter/sister/whatever from them.