> PlutoVerse: Tirek's Arc
>  by Vchart920
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> Tirek's Release
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Celestia and Luna stood in front of a locked door sealed off with magic. Celestia's stance was stoic, thinking over her decision as well as her mistakes. Luna seemed nervous, tapping her hooves in anticipation. The thoughts and worries of the risks they were taking with this option of theirs raced through her mind. She had to keep her breathing paced to force her heart to its normal rhythm.

“Tia, are you sure about this? I understand your concern, but of all the people?”

Celestia's stern face wavered a little with anxious anticipation. “I have been thinking about this for some time, Luna. I fear it may be the only way. If we had more time, I would think more on it. That’s no longer an option.” Celestia looked at Luna and her horn glowed. The yellow magic pulsated and danced, as if mirroring her emotions. Luna followed suit and the magic was aimed to the door. The mixes of magic enveloped the doorway which then transformed into a portal that revealed a dull violet landscape. Thick spires jutted from the ground, each housing some sort of beast or creature caged on top of it.

The two alicorns stepped through the barrier and made their way to the massive iron gates. The guardian lay in front of it, resting two of its three heads. The creature looked to the alicorns and smiled cheerfully, as much as a hound could. His tail wagged in excitement as they approached.

Celestia smiled to the creature and rubbed his head. “Good evening, Cerberus. I'm glad to see all is well here.”

The creature whined in anticipation of Celestia's affection. Luna focused on the realm around them, taking in details in a futile attempt to try to quell her growing nerves. Her worried mind created all sorts of circumstances if this failed. And yet, she trusted her sister even with her nagging worries.

“We shouldn't be here too long, so let's make this quick.” The elder sister moved to the gate and opened it. They both stepped through and it shut and locked behind them, the metallic thump of the gate echoed all over.

The two paced up the nearest path, the heat making itself more intense as they went. During the approach to the top, Luna took steady breaths to compose herself. Fear and anxiety were the last emotions she wanted to express to their prisoner, yet she couldn’t seem to shake them.

The cage came into view at the top, the centaur’s back greeted the two. His ears twitched with the unmistakable sound of hoofsteps approaching. He turned his head to face them and his weary eyes gave a feeble attempt to glare at the two females. “And what brings you here?” His voice sounded hoarse and dry, worn down over many years, unused. The tone of his voice gave off dull spite yet almost hinted defeat.

Celestia started. “This is hard for us to say due to your past. We want to take you out of Tartarus and bring you back into the world above.”

Tirek gritted his teeth and his glare hardened. Many choice words floated in his head that he wanted to say, but he held his tongue. He was a blind fool during the last escape, power hungry and cocky. That mistake would not be made twice. “I am no fool. What are you planning?”

Luna had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at his statement. “We decided, since we know you want out of this place so desperately, that-”

“That you think you can reform me?” Luna shot him a glare. “Don't look at me like that. No use beating around the damn bush.”

The two alicorns looked at each other. “Yes, that is our goal.”

Celestia added, “Or at least hope you can learn to be a decent person.”

Tirek scoffed. Before he could utter a word, Luna spat at him, breaking her composure, “We are being kind to you and giving you a choice, Tirek. You either take it or rot here for the rest of your pitiful existence!”

Luna's words took the other two by surprise. “Luna!” Celestia hissed. Tirek only raised his brow, his curiosity heightened. Could he work with this and figure a way out? If so, it would take plenty of time, but patience was the key no matter how much it pained him. A patient person he was not.

“Very well, I will take your offer,” Tirek said.

Luna and Celestia both looked at him, not surprised. They expected his hasty acceptance. “And do not think of escaping. We've made plenty of safety measures to ensure your best cooperation.”

Tirek narrowed his eyes at the two sisters. “And those are…?”

Celestia said, “We hope you won't have to find out. There will be rules that we must go over. But that will have to wait until later. We don't need to be keeping Twilight and her friends waiting any longer.”

Tirek growled at the thought of seeing those brats again. It had been years, yet, a deep seeded hatred burned within his belly fueled by a grudge which he only hoped to please.

Celestia took out some bracers and clamped then to Tirek’s arms. The metal gave off a bright yellow glow across the weaving as the magic flowed through him, magic that was now his own, and it allowed him to gain his old form hundreds of years ago, before all this started. His height beat Celestia by only a few inches. The sudden change overwhelmed his senses for several moments before his mind adjusted to the current form.

“This gives you enough magic to keep that form, but it will take no more,” Celestia explained. “And if you take any magic from anyone, it’ll hurt you and drain that magic out.”

Tirek examined the bracers, turning over his arms. The silver metal felt like ice against his skin, reminding him of the warm air that heated Tartarus. A simple design crossed over the metal giving off a braided look. If he were to guess, the metal they chose was iron. He doubted that they would use a precious metal, such as silver, on him. At least they didn't look ridiculous. “Very well. Get me out of here.”
> The Choice
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“What’re we doing here waiting around for anyway?” Dash asked with a bored look on her face. The world around her was turned upside down as she lay across AJ’s back. “It’s been so long already!”

Twilight wanted to tell her to be patient for the fourth time, but she had a point. They had waited for quite some time now. She gave a glance over to her other pegasus friend, wondering how she would fair with her swollen stomach. The mare held a delightful conversation with Pinkie. A baby shower being the main focus between the two as Fluttershy’s second child planned to be due the next month.

Twilight tapped her chin and looked to the lighter pink earth pony that rested on Luna’s throne. “Diamond Tiara, would you have any clue where the queens might have gone?” Within the last couple years, Luna and Celestia had gotten into relationships. Although, Luna had gotten married in this time frame. Due to this, and other events, they both decided to take on the roles of queens.

The young pony perked up at the sound of her name. “Huh? Uh, Luna said she doesn’t want anyone else knowing right now. The only reason I know about it is because has a tendency to pace and rant to my father. Especially when the Houses do something stupid… again.” She rolled her eyes to emphasize her point. “Though, I’m not exactly sure what they’re planning.”

Rainbow Dash groaned again. The words, “I had a date tonight,” muttered through gritted teeth.

“I don’t like it anymore than you do, Rainbow Dash,” Rarity retorted. “You weren’t the only one with important plans, I’ll have you know. Some of us already have kids to take care of.”

“Rarity, you’re the only one without kids.”

She retorted. “That doesn’t mean you all don’t.”

Not too much longer past before the doors on one side of the thrones opened up. Celestia stepped through the doorway alone and the doors shut behind her. “I apologize for keeping you all waiting.” 

“We have our reasons, I assure you,” Luna followed.

“Is everything alright, Celestia?” AJ asked, concerned at the tone the queen tried to hide. Everyone could sense the worry in Celestia’s voice. They knew her too well that her false confidence was fruitless.

“Due to recent events, my sister and I have decided that…” Celestia paused. She looked away for a passing moment before back to the awaiting group. She wanted to state her thoughts in a more formal manner, but she knew it would only take longer. “We both are aware you will not like this news, but someone needs to be reformed. It will be no easy task, I assure you, but we both have faith that you will be able to succeed. You have with Discord, Tempest, and many others throughout the years.”

“You hold a lot of faith in us, Queen Celestia,” Fluttershy spoke up. “But… What if this turns out to be like Chrysalis or Tirek? They were unable to be reformed.”

“Weeeelllll,” Pinkie began, “Chrysalis hasn’t been seen in a very long time. Who knows where she could even be at this point! And Tirek’s a power-hungry, manipulative jerk that’s stuck in Tartarus forever! So I doubt it’s going to be either one of them.” 

“Funny you should mention that,” Luna stated, stepping out of the way for Tirek to come into view. A collective gasp mirrored throughout the group. Fluttershy gave off a worried squeak and hid behind Pinkie who put a protective hoof around her.

Celestia opened her mouth to speak when Dash interjected. “No! There is no way we’re going to have anything to do with him!” She snapped an angry hoof in his direction.

“Queen Celestia-” Twilight spoke up but Celestia held up a hoof to silence her. The purple alicorn pursed her lips reluctantly.

“We already know your concerns, as they are ours as well. Measures have been taken to ensure a problem won’t happen again.”

“What are we to do in this case?” Twilight once again spoke up.

“He’s going to be staying in Ponyville with one of you.” Luna stated with haste. “I must apologize, but you won’t be able to choose which of you he stays with.”

“You can’t be serious!” Rarity exclaimed. “What do we do with this brute in one of our homes?!”

Tirek narrowed his eyes at the white unicorn. Her attitude and whiny voice was already pushing him away. Celestia turned back to glance to Tirek. “Choose wisely, Tirek.”

He gave a low growl of annoyance and took a step forward. He examined all the ponies in front of him, looking over the ponies one by one, thinking over his options. One of them he ruled out almost immediately: Pinkie Pie. Remembering a few years back during his escape, Discord had told him about the mares here and there. The pink one was the most hyper of the six.

He passed, moving onto Twilight; the bookworm, the know-it-all. She seemed the most logical in the group and perhaps an easy choice. She did hold the title as princess of friendship after all. Putting her aside for now, his gaze wavered to the others.

Rainbow Dash glared at him. It was almost as threatening as her ego. He found it amusing. Competitive, brash, and mischievous. More like a pain in the ass, he thought to himself. The pegasus’ disposition made her more trouble than she was worth.

Glancing over to the unicorn that insulted him, he glowered at her. She returned one back at him before she hmph’ed and turned her nose up. He rolled his eyes, not wanting to have to associate with her. Mostly due to that whiny voice of hers.

His attention turned to the pegasus behind Pinkie who, in turn, squeaked in fear again. Fluttershy, he knew, would be an easy target. And yet, one problem wormed its way into his thoughts like a rat scuttering in the wall: Discord. That fool rambled on nonstop about her. Though, he could potentially make an easy…. Wait, was she pregnant? Choosing her now became a hesitant decision with Discord's child in her. No wonder why she reeked of his scent.

And finally Applejack. Unlike the others, she didn't seem that phased. The years had toughened her demeanor and made her a stubborn foe. Tirek knew for a fact that if he choose her, he would have to deal with her family and that farm. What a joke that would be. Pass.

It appeared that Twilight was his only option. His fingers pinched and massaged the bridge of his nose. His eyes glanced one last time over all the others, hoping to find something to sway him. Something caught his eye. A gleam; one he knew all too well. A sudden gleam of fear in the eyes of the unicorn. He had to stop himself from smiling. Not only did she insult him, she was also afraid of him. How could he pass up this delicious opportunity?

Tirek crossed his arms and stared straight at her in hopes of intimidation. “Her. The unicorn.” Rarity’s eyes went wide and she let out a high pitched gasp. The others were equally as shocked.

Luna spoke up before anyone could retaliate, “Very well, then. You may all go home. We will have Tirek come in tomorrow to stay with you, Rarity.”

The mares knew it would be no use arguing. They stood up and left, talking amongst each other after they left the throne room. Celestia glanced at Tirek before turning her gaze to the pink filly. “Diamond Tiara, could you please escort Tirek to the cafeteria. Now that he is out of Tartarus, I’m sure he’ll work up an appetite soon.”

The mare perked up at her name, snapping her out of her daze and also a bit of fear at the notion. “I, uh, yes, ma’am!” She hopped off Luna’s throne. She took a few steps towards the doorway before turning back. “This way, sir.” Tirek snorted but followed her regardless.

Luna shot a glare at her sister. “Tia!” she hissed.

“She will be fine, Luna. Tirek won’t harm her.”

“That is not what I’m worried about!” Luna stamped her hoof to emphasize her words. “The plan was for him to choose Twilight, not Rarity!”

“It is too late now, Luna. He’s made his choice. If we have any chance at this, we can’t go back on our word.”

“Then we must prepare her for anything -”

Celestia interjected, “No, we mustn’t. She must figure out how to do this herself and with the help of her friends.”

Luna sighed in frustration. She knew her sister was right in her way of thinking, but she couldn’t shake the growing worries that once again plagued her mind. It was just more to vent about to Rich later on. Perhaps he had some advice to calm her anxieties.
> Preparations
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The hum of the sewing machine greeted Twilight as she opened the door to the Carousel Boutique. “I hope she hasn’t been doing that all night,” Spike commented, pushing past Twilight. A young filly snuggled up in his protective arms. The little filly, fittingly named Evening, bore a striking resemblance to Twilight. Though, she had a curved horn and large bat wings currently wrapped around Spike. Hearing the hum, her bright yellow, slitted eyes opened, still tired from waking her up so early.

“Rarity? Spike and I have come to help you move some stuff around,” Twilight called from below.

Spike gave a good look around, taking a note at all the space they didn’t have. “Wouldn’t it have been easier if he stayed in your castle? It has a lot more room.” The little alicorn yawned and jumped from Spike’s arms hoping to find a better place to rest. Twilight didn’t expect her to say anything, she was never talkative during her first hour or so waking up.

Twilight’s voice mimicked her worried nature. “I wish we could, Spike. But what Celestia says, goes.”

“Twilight, look around us. Where is he going to even stay.”

Spike had a good point. Over the years, the boutique has grown in its own ways and more and more space had gradually filled up. “We can figure it out, even if we have to add a new room to her boutique.”

“It would probably be the only option, even if Rarity doesn’t approve of it.”

Twilight gave a nod. “Watch over Evening while I get Rarity.” Twilight made her way up the stairs to Rarity’s room. Upon reaching the door, she pushed it open and peered inside. The room was a horrid mess of cloth and other sewing materials, all of which were randomly strewn across the room. As Twilight assumed, she was there sitting at her desk pushing fabric through the machine. Rarity’s focus was so fixated on her work that she didn’t look up even though her ears moved to the sound of the door.

Twilight walked over to Rarity and sat down next to her. Dried mascara streaked down her face from her eyes and smeared here and there. Her mane was a ragged mess. Many a times had she seen Rarity stressed, and was grateful that this wasn’t one of the worst moments. “How are you holding up?”

Rarity gave a stressed groan in response. “I don’t know, darling. There’s this brute that’s going to be living with me in my boutique for who knows how long. I haven’t the slightest clue on how to feel about this.” The sewing stopped and she planted her face in her hooves.

Twilight’s face softened and placed a caring hoof on her shoulder. The slight shivering calmed slightly with her touch. “Your feelings are pretty valid. It's ok to feel worried and distressed. I’m actually surprised you aren’t having a meltdown.”

Rarity glanced to her, deep lines stretched across her face. “I was up all night plagued with worry about this. Applejack was kind enough to stay with me.”

Twilight glanced around the room. “What time did she leave?”

Rarity perked up and joined Twilight in her observation. “I wasn’t aware she did.” She also took note of the awful state of her room. “Perhaps I should clean up.” Her voice expressed the defeat her body felt. This was something she couldn't run away from, so she may as well do her best.

A pink aura wrapped itself around Twilight's horn, assisting Rarity clean up the mess. Many various fabrics, tools, and threads scattered themselves about the room. Rarity summoned up her magic to join in the cleaning.

Twilight found an unusual pile of cloth and picked it up in her magic. Doing so revealed the orange earth pony mentioned earlier fast asleep. “Applejack?”

The mare peeked her eyes open and squinted at the light. “Twilight?” Her voice was groggy. A low yawn resounded and her back stretched and cracked into place as she stood up. “Is it morning already?”

“Oh, darling,” Rarity remarked, “We thought you left.”

“You know I wouldn't leave you when you're having troubles.” She brushed her hair straight as she could before putting her hat on. “Is he here yet?”

Twilight folded several rolls of fabric and put them on one of the shelves. “Not yet. I wanted to get here early to make sure we had time to clean up and find a spot for him. Spike is downstairs with Evening right now.”

“Well, that's one good thing. I always love seeing her.” Rarity gave off a smile even though her eyes drooped.

They all walked to the door and headed downstairs. “Any idea if her father is going to come around?” AJ asked.

“I actually got a letter from him the other day.”

“That’s a shocker.”

“I'm surprised as well. He explained to me that he has important business to attend to and he’d return when he it’s all completed.”

“That seems like a pathetic excuse to not be here for his child!” Rarity interjected.

“I’m aware, but Steward assured that it would be worth it, so I trust him to a degree.”

“I still wouldn’t get my hopes up.”

The three of them walked downstairs where Spike was talking to a gray pegasus. 

Evening perked up to them and addressed Twilight. “Mama, Uncle Steward came to help."

With Steward’s sudden arrival, Twilight let out a surprised ‘eep.’

The stallion appeared older, and was fit with a bushy mustache and eyebrows. His attire consisted of a butler’s uniform, the chain of a pocket watch hanging out of one side. Evening was laying on top of this pony’s head, smiling. His mustache lifted with his smile. “Good morning, Miss Sparkle.”

Spike also looked at the group, his face showing the worry he had after seeing Rarity. “Ooh, you stayed up all night didn’t you?” Rarity only gave him a shamed groan.

“Good morning, Miss Rarity, I see Sir Tirek’s stay is still on your mind.” Steward spoke in a friendly manner. Rarity groaned more in defeat at the reminder. Steward took notice and before she could say anything, offered, “Shall I make you some tea?”

“That would be lovely, darling.” Rarity muttered.

“Hey, Twilight, how about you and I get started and give Rarity some time to rest?”  AJ offered.

Twilight gave an annoyed ‘hmmmm’. Twilight hated to admit it, but she was hoping she could sneak away from the butler. She realized that would be a harder task than she first thought. “Yeah. We need to make room for a bed and a place for any items he may have received. I might be able to magically alter the doorways to accommodate.”

Applejack went to moving some furniture around while Twilight worked on the doors. They only had a few hours to prepare and it would be better if they had everything set up right away before he got there.

Moments later, Twilight could hear Rarity’s signature crying. Curious, she poked her head around the corner to the kitchen and saw Rarity holding Steward’s hooves, a cup of tea being held in her magic.

“I understand your feelings, Miss Rarity, this is not an ideal situation. If there was one signature word I could use to describe you, it would be strong. In my lifetime, between fierce warriors and leaders of all sorts, you are one of the strongest mares I have met. I believe you will not only get through this, but become a champion in your efforts to do Equestria proud.”

Even though Twilight wasn’t happy about having the butler with them, she had to admit, he was a very kind person. Her lips turned up to a smile before getting back to work.
> The Move In
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A few hours had past by the time a gentle knocking came at the door. Rarity gave a fearful groan while Applejack went to answer the door. “Good morning, Queen Celestia and, uhhh, Tirek.” She spoke his name with a nervous tone, not sure if she should address him but thought to be polite. Applejack moved aside so the two of them could enter.

“Good morning, Applejack. It is good to see you all. And Steward, I should’ve known you’d be here.” She gave him a friendly smile. His mustache raises with a returned smile and gives her a nod.

“We’ve gotten a lot moved around to make room for whatever we may need, though we may need to figure out a way to get more,” Twilight explained. “Although, I was able to raise the doorways enough to fit your height, Tirek.” She gave a nervous laugh accompanied with a similar smile.

Tirek looked around at the place. The interior was a mess of colors. Shades of pinks, purples, and yellows mixed with patterns of stripes, diamonds, and lace. Stars and heart shapes molded the walls here and there. It was, in all its ugliness, a boutique. He hadn’t thought about this before he got into this mess, so it was only him to blame. Not that he would blame himself in the least. “It’s acceptable,” he groused. Well, that was better than any of them expected from him.

Twilight moved to an area. “We were able to section off an area here to start an entrance to a new room. We had, at first, wanted to section off an area for him. However, Rarity decided it would be best to add a room altogether.”

“How very generous of you, Rarity,” Celestia commented. She looked to Applejack, knowing she’s the most capable with her hooves. “How long should this take?”

“At least by the end of the day at most. I can get Big Mac and Rockhoof to help us out, so it shouldn’t take but an afternoon.”

“That’s good to hear. I’m sure Tirek would not mind volunteering to help out.” She glanced to him and he only glowered back in response. She stepped toward Rarity. “I have something for you.” She took out a small ring with a jewel pendant on it. She moved Rarity’s hair aside to fit the ring on her horn, tightening it at the bottom. “It may be uncomfortable, but it will ensure your safety. Tirek has already had this explained to him, but he is not to harm you under any circumstance. If you come into pain through any other means, he will feel it as well and will affect him the same manner it does for you. He already cannot harm anyone else, Discord has taken his own measures. This is extra security for your benefit.”

“I appreciate the offer, Queen Celestia.” She was going to take some time to get used to it, as Celestia had said.

Celestia then turned and went for the door. “Unfortunately, I have some business to attend to with Rich. Tirek, I expect you to be on your best behavior.” He huffed in response. The door shut behind her, leaving them alone together.

The silence followed shortly thereafter. The awkward feeling it brought was thick in the air, almost as if one could reach out and feel it.

After several moments, Steward broke the silence, “Shall I prepare breakfast for everyone? Perhaps some tea? I am sure you are all hungry after the effort you put into cleaning up the place.”

“I’ll help!” Evening raised her hoof and trotted to Steward.

Tirek was unaware of the child’s presence until now. The little alicorn appeared unfazed by him being there. It's possible she didn’t know who he was or what he was capable of. Her resemblance to Twilight was unmistakable aside from the wings and bright eyes. He paid the little thing no mind. However, there was something off about that butler. He couldn’t quite figure out what.

“You are most certainly welcome to help, little miss.”

“That would be rather nice, Steward,” Applejack mused. “I could use the energy after staying up for so long. Spike, could you do me a favor and fetch the guys for me? We’ll make sure your breakfast is ready when you get back.”

“I'll get right on it!” Spike fluttered his wings with excitement. He stepped outside and took off.

“Sir Tirek?” Steward acknowledged the centaur. The title threw him for a loop. Sir? That was a new one.

“I am not picky,” he remarked. “Anything will do.”

“Come now, there must be something you would prefer than this 'anything'.”

Tirek shot him a glare. Not because he was testing his patience; it's because he was right.

As if sensing his caution, Steward added, “Do not be so brash in your judgment, sir. I am merely a butler. It is my job to know those I serve. Even if I have just met them.” His mustache turned up with the unseen smile.

“Fruit salad then,” he grumbled.

“Would you like any yogurt or honey with that?” This earned a glare from Tirek. “Very well, sir. I am to assume everyone else wants their usual.” They nodded anxiously, and Steward got to work with Evening.

“You all right with knocking down this wall, Rarity?” Applejack asked when the two stallions arrived with tools and supplies.

“Yes. It would be best to be on this side. Over there has to much clutter. I really should take a day to organize the new order that came in.”

“If you want, I could help you organize while they start building the room,” Twilight offered. Her eyes almost begged Rarity to let her help with excitement. Rarity could sense her eagerness.

“Go on ahead an’ do what you need to, lass. We'll let you know when we need your help.” Rockhoof glanced over to Tirek, unafraid of the centaur. “Will you be helping us out? We could use your input at the very least.”

“Then I will give you that.”

“Then let's get working.” AJ was ready and raring to work.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Twilight looked out upon the setting sun, the glow of yellow magic surrounding it. Evening was getting more active around this time as she usually did. “Looks like we were able to get it done just in time. And you have a bed to sleep in tonight. Luckily we found one big enough for you.”

Tirek huffed. He knew their kindness only went so far as Celestia wished. He made his way back into the boutique while they discussed making the exterior match the rest of it. The interior of his room was bland and lacked personality. Some would probably say the same about him.

He took a seat on the large mattress that rested on the floor. In the light of the setting sun, something glinted near the nightstand that he didn’t see before. Sitting on top of the stand was a longbow.
> Nostalgia
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Three days had past since Tirek unfortunately made his residence in the boutique. The centaur hardly came out of his room other than to eat. Spending so long in Tartarus, Tirek had grown accustomed to his own company and silence. If he wasn’t so spiteful, he may have been grateful for keeping his sanity. But that wasn’t the focus on his mind. He needed an out; he needed to finish what he started.

Tirek laid on his bed, staring at his bracers. He had no idea how long it had been that he was in his own thoughts. His desolate eyes moved from the bracers to the bow on his stand. He had not touched it since he saw it. Yet, it called to him. It also made him curious. Why did the unicorn have a longbow? She didn’t fight. He doubted that she even knew how to use it. A thought then came to his mind.

He rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself up on his legs. He reached out to the bow and hesitated. It could be a ploy. No one could have known about this, so then who put it there? He finally decided to take it and examine it. The decorations on the wood gave strong suggestions that this was the unicorn’s; swirls carved into the wood with blue and white designs painted all over. It was well taken care of and unstrung, just as it should be when not in use.

With care, he set his hoof onto one point of the bow and pulled it towards him. It was easy enough to pull the string up and hook it at the end. He brought it up and pulled it back, having to remind himself that this was a pony’s bow. If he pulled too hard, he could snap it. With how easy it was to pull back, he guessed it must’ve been a 30 pound draw. That makes sense considering a unicorn wielded it. An earth pony would have a much stronger draw. This only gave him more proof it could be hers.

It had been years since he had held a bow. Now that he grasped this one in his hands, he felt an itch in the back of his mind to delve into the sport once more. Regardless, he didn’t believe the bow was ever actually fired. He unstrung the bow and walked out of his room.

Rarity was out on the floor working on more designs for clothing and fashion, at least that’s what she called it. Tirek set the bow down on one of the tables. “I’m going out. I’ll be back.”

“What? Where are you-...” Rarity turned, still holding the dress in her magic. Her voice cut off after she saw the bow. “Where did you get that?” Her voice turned more stern and serious.

“It was in my room after it was built. How should I know where you keep your decorations or why I should care?” Their eyes met for a few moments, each judging the other. “I’m going out.”

Rarity walked over to the bow and picked it up after the door closed behind the centaur. Her blue magic swirled around it as she strung it and pulled it back. She let the string slack back into place, slowly letting the pressure off it. It had been a long time.

Tirek returned a little over an hour later. Over his shoulder hung a portion of a yew tree’s trunk. Rarity wasn’t sure if she was relieved to see him return or burdened by it. Her brow raised and she opened her mouth to say something, but Tirek spoke first. “One of the earth ponies, she lives on a farm, doesn’t she?”

Rarity gave a disapproving look. “She has a name. You won’t get anywhere, or any favors from me, if you keep up your attitude.”

A scowl formed on Tirek’s face. Rarity continued to stare at him, unfazed and unamused. She knew the question that lingered on the edge of his mind, but she was going to hold firm until she heard the words. If Tirek wanted this so badly, he would have to eventually say something.

Finally, she got some satisfaction. “Her name, then.”

“Applejack.”

“Apple… jack….” Why did ponies have ridiculous names? “Does she have a lot of tools?”

“What do you need them for?”

Tirek was silent for some time again before answering. “I would like to make a bow.”

This almost took Rarity by surprise. “Whatever for?”

“Nostalgia.” He paused. “I had one when I was younger.”

“And how do you expect me to trust you with a bow and arrows? Especially since you’ve only been here three days.”

“I could have taken your decoration bow and easily converted it.”

“You’d end up breaking it with those slabs of meat you call arms. Although, I suppose you have a point. I’ll take you over there.” Rarity set aside her outfits and led Tirek out the door. Many ponies stared wearily at the centaur as he followed Rarity to Sweet Apple Acres.

Rarity made her way to their home and looked around, hoping to see someone around. She was happy to see that Granny Smith was with Apple Bloom working on their preparations for the zap apple jam. The apples had started to grow the other day. Filthy Rich and Diamond Tiara were also there. Rich was conducting his normal business with Granny concerning the zap apples. Diamond and Apple Bloom talked away, becoming close friends over the couple years Diamond had been away from her mother.

It wasn't easy to miss Rarity and her fabulous self, but it was harder to ignore the fact that Tirek was walking with her. Seeing Tirek, Apple Bloom and Diamond became visibly nervous. Rich and Granny stopped their conversation to look at them.

“Good mornin’, dearie!” Granny called to Rarity, waving her hoof.

Rich gave Granny an odd look. He bent closer and whispered, “Aren’t you afraid of him being around?”

“Nah. I had my fair share of danger and adventures when I was a young’un. The only thing that scares me is another parasprite infestation.”

“Good morning, everyone,” Rarity greeted. “I’m going to assume Applejack is out on the farm.”

“Actually, she’s in the barn.”

“Perfect! Thank you!” Rarity took Tirek and headed to the barn. As they approached, they could see Big Mac and AJ getting carts prepped and ready for harvesting.

“Hey, Rarity,” Applejack greeted as they approached. “What, uh. What brings you two here?”

Rarity gave Tirek that look again, the one he already grew to hate. That look expected so much from him and showed no mercy, yet it was not threatening in the least. His fingers drummed on the wood, giving a quiet growl deep from his chest. He fixed his eyes on the farm pony. “I need to use your tools.”
> Target Practice
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Despite being a brute, after watching Tirek take the time to craft his longbow, Rarity had to question him. This fact alone was hard enough to believe. Applejack asked if Rarity would like to help with the preparations, but she declined. She needed to watch over Tirek and was rather curious about his project.

Tirek worked diligently for hours to construct his bow. He only stopped to eat and take care of other necessities. His craftsmanship was superb and keen; his focus unwavered. Unfortunately for Rarity, this bored her. There was only so much to do while watching a villain craft his weapon. She supposed it wouldn’t hurt to try to strike up some conversation.

“So, archery,” she started, “it doesn’t seem to be just a hobby if you know how to make your own bow.”

Tirek was working in silence and took some time to answer. “You could surmise that.”

“How long had you been an archer before you…” She caught her words and adjusted to seem less offensive, “your troubles began?”

That was one way of putting it. He looked over to her for a moment before turning back to his work. “Ten years. I was twenty two when I… ran into trouble.”

Rarity was shocked at this aspect. Then again, he had spent so long in Tartarus. “I see. I suppose it’s nice that you still retain the knowledge to craft your own.”

“I had one before, but it’s most likely long lost to time. It was nothing special, I’m glad I lost it.”

Rarity wanted to push the subject, but knew it would be better to let it rest. She did not want to stir him in any way that would close him up again.

Tirek picked up the bow, bringing it closer to examine the fine details. He growled, “Shit.”

“What is it?”

Tirek tensed. He wasn’t aware he had said that loud enough. “It’s nothing.”

Rarity had been watching him and seeing how well he was doing. “I can’t help you fix something if you won’t tell me what’s wrong.”

Help him? This was almost humorous. “Don’t be ridiculous. Do you think me a fool?”

Rarity’s amused face sharply twisted to a scowl. She stood from her laying position and used her magic to snatch the curved wood from his hands. It took all his willpower not to lash out at her. 

She studied the bow for a few seconds before figuring out what the mistake was. “You made your nock too far in. I know how to fix this.” She took a stray piece of wood and stripped it enough to fit the nock and then melded it to the wood of the bow. “There.” She tenderly set it back in his hands, not shoving it out of respect for the weapon.

Tirek looked at the nock. It was a perfect seam and matched the one on the other end. He eyed her as she went back to her makeshift bench before getting back to it. He was unsure whether to be impressed or offended. Perhaps both.

Twang! Thunk. Silence. Twang! Thunk. Silence. Tirek had finally finished the bow and was getting in some target practice on the farm. Applejack had set them up a few haystacks while Rarity made the target to set on it. After that, Rarity left for a time, promising she would return soon. Tirek had picked up a hint of excitement in her voice.

Tirek analized his shots, being out of practice for so many years. He fetched another arrow from the large quiver strung on his back and nocked the arrow on the left side of his bow. The bow faced downward before he drew the string back to his anchor point, pulling up the bow at the same time. His left hand sported a leather glove. He learned a long time ago that the fletchings could be incredibly sharp. Tirek wasted no time, aiming, and let the arrow loose. The arrow whizzed through the air, silent as an owl, before hitting its target.

Tirek huffed. It was still off from the center. Rarity looked at the target riddled with arrows. At this point, it was starting to look more like a porcupine than a target. “I’m sure after a few more arrows, you’ll hit your mark,” Rarity observed as she strolled back up. Her own bow strapped across her back along with a small quiver of ten arrows.

The edge of Tirek’s mouth pulled up into a smirk at the picture laid out in front of him. At this point, he couldn't help but make a remark. “If this is a joke, you are really taking it far.”

Rarity took a look over at her bow and began to string it. Hearing this judgement, she side-eyed him. “Darling, don’t flatter yourself.”

“Good to see you’re pulling out the old bow again!” Applejack called from the sidelines, almost as if to mock him. She and the family were watching Tirek. They were curious and shocked to learn that Tirek actually enjoyed something and were curious that there may be more than the power-hungry brute they had known before.

“I figured it was about time to take up the practice once more,” Rarity mused at her excitement.

Tirek was too bullheaded to believe that this stuck up pony actually knew what she was doing. “If you are being serious, how about a competition?”

Rarity raised an eyebrow at him. She couldn’t believe that he was so proud and stubborn to challenge her right off the bat. Oh, but how could she resist the opportunity to bruise that massive ego of his. It might teach him something important. Rarity took a moment to think and smiled. “And the stakes?”

If he wasn’t so focused, her confident smile would have made him rethink the situation he put himself into. “When I win-”

“If.”

Tirek snarled. “Fine. If I win, you tell me everything I want to know about your friends and these Elements you wield.”

“Very well. And if I win, you are going to go to the spa with me. Tomorrow.”

The mention of a spa made his stomach turn in disgust. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about it. He held out his hand to her. “Let’s shake on it.” Rarity said nothing and fearlessly put her hoof to his and they shook on this competition.

Rarity turned back to her bow and pulled the string back and resting it, pulled it back and resting it again. She did this a few times to warm up the bow and prepare it for shooting. A pulse of worry surged through Tirek’s core. If she was playing him for a fool, she wouldn’t know to warm up her bow as such, even if it was in her magic. She pulled the bow back just as he did, aiming it down and then bringing it up as the string was drawn. When she anchored it to her chin, he expected, almost hoped, she would dry fire the bow. However, she did not. The spark of worry grew larger with the added fuel in front of him. This may be the first time in a long time, or even as far as he could remember, that he admitted he may have underestimated his opponent.
> Spoils of Competition
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Go on, darling. I’ll let you shoot first,” Rarity coaxed. She wasn’t one to normally be cocky, but she decided to have a little fun at Tirek’s expense. She’d go easy on him after the competition was over with. Tirek huffed and looked out at the targets Applejack and Rockhoof set up for them. He observed them with thought and planned his shots.

He moved himself into position and set his arrow on his bow before pulling the string tight. He took a moment to focus his arrow to the center of the target. His fingers loosened and the arrow soared passed his face. The arrowhead penetrated the target and embedded itself into the hay behind it. Rarity felt herself tense up. It was a bullseye.

Tirek glanced over at the unicorn. He gave her a smirk seeing the swift glint of doubt in her eyes. Noticing his smirk, she blinked and her face returned to what it once was. Tirek moved to the next target. Even though he was arrogant, he knew not to let his pride get in the way. It would only cause trouble. He pulled, aimed, took in a breath, and loosed the arrow. It flew straight to its mark. Again, a bullseye.

“Holy cow,” Applejack commented to her family. “This is gonna be a close one.”

Apple Bloom tapped her hooves in anticipation. “If he gets the next bullseye, we can only hope Rarity will pick up fast.”

Rockhoof stroked his beard as he thought. “Ah, I have hope she’ll pull through just fine. If she could not do better, then she will match him.”

Tirek came to his last target and took in a breath. Once more, he pulled his bow, took a moment, and released. Everyone held their breath in that split second the arrow disappeared from sight. It reappeared right in the center just as the others did.

Rarity almost took out her bow when Tirek strung once more. Before Rarity could say a word, he loosed the arrow and it flew. No one expected the crack that happened right after. Tirek felt a satisfaction flow through him. It had been too long since he split an arrow.

Rarity gasped out loud. “Sweet Celestia!” She had never seen someone else so skilled at archery. A tinged of red streaked across her face.

Tirek walked back to where she was. “I thought you knew not to underestimate an opponent.”

“Hmph! I could say the same to you.” The red tint on her face flustered more. She drew an arrow from her quiver. The head was made of crystal instead of stone. Tirek studied the craftsmanship of the arrowhead for the moment he could. The work was actually rather impressive. He pondered for a moment if she had made those herself.

Rarity moved up to the first target. She focused and took a few moments to herself. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of her face. She drew the bow and released the arrow. Tirek was almost stunned when he heard the crack pierce his ears. The unicorn had not only hit the center but split his arrow as well. Rarity’s face held firm. The cocky attitude she bore earlier was diminished by sheer concentration.

She moved onto the next target and took little time to shoot. There was another crack with the same results. Without pause, she moved to the next target. Everyone watched with bated breaths. She paused. The bow pulled back, she took a deep breath, and released. The arrow stayed true and another crack was heard. And just as Tirek had, she took out one more arrow and took one last shot. The arrow soared and split the third arrow.

Rarity took the chance to observe her work. This put an honest smile on her face. She should’ve never given up her hobby. Tirek was stunned, just as the others were. Rarity joined to where Tirek was. “I’d say that results in a draw, darling.”

“I…” Tirek shook himself from his stupor and cleared his throat. “It would seem so.”

“How about a compromise, then?”

“What do you propose?”

“How about I tell you what you would like to know, but you need to start out small. But you can only ask if you hang out with me or do something with me, like go to the spa for example.”

Tirek growled to himself. However, he had no choice but to accept. He wanted the information and would get it at any cost. He put out a hand to her, the gesture surprised the mare. “Agreed.” Rarity almost hesitated but shook his hand in return.

“That was amazing, Rarity!” Apple Bloom shouted from the sidelines.

“Aye! The finest shooting I’ve seen in a long from the two of you!” Tirek was surprised that any of them, especially the stallion, included him in any compliments.

Applejack looked from them to Granny Smith. “I think this calls for a cider celebration. Rockhoof, would you help them clean up while we go in and crack open the cider? Big Mac should be back anytime with the kids, too.”

Rarity made her way to the hay bales. All the arrows glowed as her magic surrounded them, pulling them from the targets. Rarity looked over all the ones that were split. “We can at least save the arrowheads. They’re still intact.” She untied the sharpened stones from the split shafts. Rarity put the crystals safely back in her bag and handed the others to Tirek.

“I must say, I didn’t expect that kind of skill from you.”

This didn’t seem to offend the unicorn. “You aren’t the first to say that. No one truly expects it.”

“Tirek,” Rockhoof interrupted, “Could I ask for your help moving these bales?”

Tirek took a quick second to think. “I suppose.” It was easy enough to help the stallion.

Rarity waited for the two to finish. She would rather be inside enjoying the cider and seeing the kids, yet she had to wait for Tirek. It didn't take too long thankfully. “Ready to relax and enjoy the rest of the day?”

“I don't have much of a choice.”

“Some social interaction will be good for you.”

Tirek grumbled in disdain but followed her in their home nonetheless.
> Small Talk
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rarity hummed to herself as she worked to line her outfits up. A new line of designs were going to be coming out soon, and she wanted to make sure any, if not all, of her new outfits would fit the bill. Tirek laid close by observing Rarity at work. His humanoid body set up against one of the booths, his arm helped prop himself up as he was taller than the base.

The centaur had thought on his questions for some time. He didn’t want to push his luck yet, he needed to be smart about this. “I’m curious.” Rarity stopped humming to listen to him. “Why were you six chosen as the element bearers?”

Rarity took a moment of thought to answer his question. “It was rather confusing for us at first. We were trying to figure out the same thing. We eventually settled that the elements chose us for who we were, what we represented.”

“You say that as if they are sentient.”

“I suppose that’s not far off. They have done quite a few odd things over the years.”

“And what do these elements represent?”

“Generosity, laughter, honesty, loyalty, kindness, and magic.”

He scrunched his face in disdain. “That sounds ridiculous.”

“If it gives you some solace, we brought back the Pillars a few years back. They represent each of us in similar fashion. Beauty, hope, strength, bravery, healing, and sorcery.”

“The Pillars? They disappeared a thousand years ago when I was still around.”

“Yes, I’ll tell you the story later.” Rarity got back to work on her showcase.

Tirek stroked his beard as he thought. “A thousand years ago was a damned place. It’s not as it is now. It was a time where those traits were most needed, if you think about it. I don’t care for such notions.”

Rarity looked to him. “I suppose it would have. I may have to talk to them to find out.”

“Which ones are the Pillars?”

“Well, you already met Rockhoof. He’s Applejack’s husband. Flash Magnus is Rainbow Dash’s husband. I don’t know if you’ll see the others around. They’re doing their own thing around. I’ll let you know if we see them.”

“Hmm. I’ve taken notice that many of your friends already have families. Does it bother you that you are the only one who does no?”

Rarity stopped what she was working on and Tirek noticed the subtle droop in her head. Suddenly, he knew exactly what he was going to do. “Not in the slightest,” she perked up suddenly. “I simply haven’t found the right stallion for me, yet. It’s hard to find someone perfect for me.”

Tirek gave an almost amused hum. He would leave it for now, but he would wait. Wait and watch for the right moment.

Tirek suddenly remembered something from earlier, something he was interested to know. “That baby alicorn with the bat wings, who’s her father?”

Rarity hesitated to answer. She thought about her options, her wording. “I don’t think I should be the one to tell you that. It really isn’t my place.”

Tirek decided it wouldn't be good to press. However, he now knew this was an important subject. One he would find out. Thus, he decided to move on.

“What about the princesses? They appear very different from before.”

“Hm? Oh, they aren’t princesses anymore. They both married and their titles changed to queens. Their appearances changed when Celestia decided that it was time to let herself move on from Luna’s banishment. Her and Luna went to cast a spell, but it affected them both. Celestia’s mane reverted back to what it used to be. She explained that when alicorns reach certain levels of power, their bodies change as well, which is why their hair flows as it does.”

“That does make sense.” His mind then perked at something else that he caught in that explanation. “Luna was banished?”

“You don’t know? Yes, she was. That is a whole story itself. I tell you what, I have to go to Manehatten in about a week. When we travel, I’ll tell you those stories then.”

He huffed but he could afford to wait. He’d have to brush up on his Equestrian knowledge as he didn’t know the city name. “Who did they marry to?”

“You saw one of them when we visited Applejack’s farm the other day. The stallion that was talking to Granny Smith. He married to Luna.”

Tirek was curious. Mostly due to the fact that the stallion’s child was so different from both of them. He made an educated guess, “Did this stallion go through a divorce? His child looks nothing like either of them.”

“Yes, he did. A nasty one, too.” Rarity wasn’t at all surprised that Tirek but two and two together. “His ex-wife cheated on him and tried to make a huge dispute of it! Luna had to be the one to finally settle it after months of lawyers and paperwork.”

Tirek gave a low growl from his chest. “They’re scum.”

Rarity looked at him. “Excuse me?” Her tone wasn’t that of offense but confusion.

He continued, “People who betray that kind of bond just for a night with someone else.” His fist clenched.

Rarity’s concern could be heard in her voice, “Did something happen to you?”

“Not to me. My father. Before he remarried to the gargoyle queen to unite our two kinds, my mother had an affair with another.” Rarity felt the anger that Tirek had built up inside of him. It might be one of the reasons he had been so bitter, she could only guess. Before she had the chance to think of something to say, Tirek added, “I want to change the subject.”

Rarity suspected it wasn’t a subject he dwelled on for long and still had resentment towards. “Very well. Let’s see if you have an eye for color! How about helping me out with these dresses?” At this point, Tirek didn’t want to refuse the silly suggestion.
> Early Morning Visit
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

So this was the castle that took the place of the tree house all those years ago. Tirek stood in front of the crystal castle along with Rarity. After learning about the library it held, he inquired, almost demanding, that they go there. Rarity didn't decline the idea, it would be a good to see what Twilight was up to and to see Evening again.

The castle greeted them with a warm aura and the scent of firewood and pine, mixed with a hint of earth, one that you would find in a cave. “I didn't expect this to be as big as it is,” the centaur remarked while his eyes scanned the interior. 

“Well, it is a castle, after all.”

“That isn't what I meant. The interior is very spacious. And has given a great number of rooms of all sorts. I simply find it odd that it planted itself with these spaces.”

“We did have to bring in quite a bit of furniture. A lot of the rooms are still empty. Despite that fact, we try not to question the more odd happenings that have occurred in our lives.”

“Most likely for the better.”

“Ah, Miss Rarity and Sir Tirek! Good to see you both. Miss Sparkle is already waiting in the library.” The grey pegasus had greeted them once more. He was waiting close by, expecting their arrival. “Would you like me to go fetch some tea?” 

Rarity gave him a friendly smile. “That would be wonderful, Steward.”

His bushy white mustache pushed up signaling his smile. “Sir Tirek? Tea for you as well?” 

“Coffee. It’s still early.” 

“Very well. I will return in a few minutes with your drinks.” 

The door they entered where the pegasus came out was the room Tirek had been anticipating to see. The walls were lined top to bottom with books of all sorts. Hardly any room was left on the crystal shelves which explained the books that were neatly stacked in one of the corners. Twilight was flying around, pulling out books from the shelves. 

“Hello, darling,” Rarity called from below. 

Twilight gazed down from here height, smiling when she saw Rarity but still a little uneasy seeing Tirek. “Ah, Rarity. Just in time.” She flew down and landed, setting another few books on the table with some others. Her attention turned to Tirek. “I hope you don't mind, but I grabbed some books ahead of time for you. These are what I think you're looking for, but feel free to call me if you need any more.”

“It is appreciated.” Tirek began to look through the book titles and see if there was anything there that piqued his interest. 

“Evening wouldn't happen to be around, would she?” 

“Yeah.” Twilight turned her head to look around. “At least she should be. Evening? Ah, let me go find her.”

Tirek began to make his own pile that he felt the need to go through. Rarity also made observation about the books he was choosing. “How old is the child?” he asked rather suddenly. 

“I think she's two or almost. With kids coming around, it's hard to keep track, especially when Pinkie isn't always here to remind us.”

“The pink pony? Why is she important in that?” 

“Oh, she remembers everyone's birthday and keeps a log of what you prefer and don't prefer. She's quite odd that one. Though, she's usually up near the Crystal Empire and in Yakyakistan nowadays. After marrying Prince Rutherford, she's become kind of a queen herself, though she doesn't enjoy that title at all. It makes her feel separated from the rest of us.”

“Then what title does she prefer?” 

“Ambassador.” 

“Fitting, I suppose. Are there any other title changes I should be notified of?” 

“No. The rest of us are still the same.” 

“I have brought your beverages as you requested.” Steward came walking in with a tray and the little foal on his back. “It also seems that I had some help, too.” He took a look around for Twilight. “I suppose she will return soon.” He set down the tray in which Tirek took his hot cup. 

“There she is, the little darling.” Rarity took the little filly into a hug. “How are you?”

“I'm doing good, auntie.”

Tirek observed the little child and hummed. “Why is her father not around?” 

Rarity answered this for Twilight, “Oh, he's off doing his stuff. He still has a job he needs to do.”

“So she has found a husband herself?” 

“Yes, but he's not Evening's father. I swear, I thought I knew her better than to have a fling with someone she wasn't going to marry. Then getting pregnant on top of that.” She looked to Evening. “Not that I mind having her around. It's simply the fact that she was careless.”

“You're never going to let that go, are you?” Twilight sighed, strolling back in. Her expression had changed from a smile to one of unamusement after hearing Rarity say that.

“Perhaps one day. I know I would never make such a mistake.” 

Twilight gave a tired groan catching the alicorn’s attention. “If you have any questions, feel free to ask,” she offered to Tirek before going back to her own tasks.

Minutes past that soon turned to an hour, continuing on from there. Tirek was deep in his readings, unfortunately only the books Twilight allowed him to read. He supposed he should be grateful or at least act like it. He was gaining a lot of knowledge of the new world around him, especially since he hasn’t been around in a thousand years. But none of this is what he desired. He was starting to doubt if he was going to get anywhere. That was until he found one that caught his eye. 

In his hands was a bright purple book. It was trimmed with gold along with the horseshoe on the front. A gem similar to Twilight's cutie mark was embedded in the center. “What is this?”

Twilight's eyes lit up after noticing the book in his hands. Proudly, she stated, “That is our journal of friendship.”
> The Journal of Friendship
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Twilight continued to talk about the journal, “When I started under Celestia, she wanted me to write to her about my studies and things I learned. After some time, she wanted all of us to write about lessons in friendship. Thus, the journal came into play.” Tirek opened the book and flipped through the pages as Twilight droned on about the book. He thought about paying attention, but assumed she would keep rambling at this point. Several pages that were marked or highlighted caught his eye, he figured they had to be important in some way. Perhaps he would give the book a skim before moving onto the next.

“And that’s why, despite everything, I think you should take a look at it. You may be able to learn something you can apply in the future.” Twilight gave him an eager smile.

Tirek looked to the book once more and pondered. He wanted to skip this book, but she was right. He may learn more about friendship, or at least how to play along with the knowledge.

Rarity noticed how Tirek skimmed through the book methodically. His eyes showed his disinterest, but there was something else behind them. Being extra cautious, Rarity spoke to Twilight, “Twilight, could I speak to you for a moment?”

She turned her attention from the stacks of books to the unicorn. “Sure! I need to run over to the school to drop off some books. Want to come with?”

Before Rarity could say a thing, Steward spoke up, “Do not fret, Miss Rarity. I will be here if Sir Tirek requires anything.”

Requires anything? Tirek averted his gaze to the pegasus for a moment. It was certainly an odd way of saying he’d watch him.

“What would we do without you?” Rarity gave him a warm smile which he gladly returned as the two mares strolled out.

Once they were out of earshot, Rarity snapped her gaze at Twilight. “Are you serious, Twilight? Giving him the journal? He could use that knowledge against us!”

“I’m already aware of that. I would be surprised if he didn’t. Before you say anything, think of what would happen if he actually did learn from reading it. Even if he uses it against us, he’d still be learning how to use it. You only need to figure out a plan on how to turn that around to benefit us.”

Rarity gave her a relieved smile, a newfound calm washed over her. “This is why you’re the smart one, Twilight. If that's the case, why don't you help me come up with one?”

“I believe you should be the one to do that, it would be genuine coming from you. Don’t take your own intelligence for granted.”

Meanwhile, Tirek continued to read over the journal. However, his concentration had been broken by the little child. The tiny alicorn hopped on the table and looked at him reading. Tirek glanced to meet her big, curious eyes. “What are you?” Her voice was rather high pitched, even for a kid.

Tirek was unsure how to answer this. Shouldn’t Twilight have already taught her about different races? Then again, he had no idea what state his homeland was in. In the end, he decided it wouldn’t hurt. “I’m a centaur.”

“Cen...taur…” She sounded the word out, looking him up head to tail. “Do you have four lungs? Two hearts?”

That was certainly a question that took him by surprise. As young as this child was, he wasn’t expecting her to ask that kind of question. “I do.”

Evening gasped. “That’s so cool! I gotta tell Sunburst!” She hopped off the table and galloped out of the room.

Tirek looked to Steward who was doing some light cleaning. “Who is Sunburst?”

“He is Miss Sparkle’s husband.”

So this is who Rarity referred to before. The centaur gave a sigh. “I assume I will be meeting him soon if he is around.”

“That would be an easy assumption to make. He was a tad busy, though I have a feeling he will come around to greet you soon. I must warn you, he can be a tad eccentric like Miss Sparkle.”

His eyes peered over the top of the book, giving the pegasus an unamused stare. “Just a tad? I would not describe Twilight so simply. Or anyone around her.”

Steward’s mustache lifted into a smile. “When you tend to travel, you meet a lot of interesting people. Some better than others.”

Tirek took a moment to respond, finishing up one of the entries first. “Travel? With the father of the child?”

“You would be correct. However, my assistance is needed here more.”

“Will he be coming around anytime soon?”

“Of course. I am unsure when, however.”

The high pitched voice of the child sounded from the hallway. “He's in here! He's in here!” 

Tirek looked to the door in time to see the filly dragging an orange unicorn by the hoof. He grew more annoyed as the pony trotted up to him and ran his mouth. 

“You're a centaur! An actual centaur!” Sunburst took a good look at him. “We haven't seen your kind in so long! All we have are books and records! And not to mention -”

“How long?”

Sunburst stopped and tapped his chin. “I don't know the exacts, but hundreds of years ago.” Sunburst quickly noted the expression behind Tirek’s eyes. “Oh, I don't think they're dead. Accounts say they're in hiding or haven't communicated with Equestria in a long time.” 

Tirek huffed, accepting the answer. “I see.” 

A thought donned on the stallion and he suddenly gave a sheepish look. “Oh, dear. Where are my manners? My name is Sunburst.” He held out a hoof to him. 

Tirek gave a quick glance to the journal on the table. He reached out and grasped the hoof in his hand. “Tirek.”
> Setting the Scene
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rarity and Twilight arrived at the school with Spike already waiting. “Morning! Tirek isn’t with you?”

“He’s doing some reading in the library,” Twilight answered. “We’re only here to drop off some supplies and see how everything's coming along.”

“Great so far. Everyone is especially excited for the school play. That was a great suggestion.”

“I must agree,” Rarity chimed in. “Do you have any idea on what story you're going to use?”

Spike tapped his chin in thought. “Well, there’s the Odyssey, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Dracula-”

“No!” The two mares snapped in unison.

Twilight’s voice spoke out, “No vampires.”

Spike shrugged. “If you say so.” He looked at this list. “There’s still Beauty and the Beast. That’s a classic.”

Rarity’s eyes shone with interest. “Oh! That is one of the most romantic stories! A tale of a gorgeous mare that falls in love with a cursed stallion.” A dreamy sigh escaped her. 

Spike's eyes lit up when she said this. Even after a few years, he still had a crush on her. Though, he wasn't always trying to seek her affection like he did before. “I think that's a great idea! What do you say, Twilight?” 

The mare gave a slight roll of her eyes. It always seemed like life was taunting her at one turn or another. She decided to give in anyway. Spending anymore time discussing this was not something she felt like doing at the moment. “Let’s go with that one, then. Spike, do you think you can find a copy of the script?”

“Sure thing! If nothing else, I can always ask Knight. She’ll have a copy for sure.”

“Rarity, you think you’re up to making the costumes?” Twilight knew she didn’t have to ask, but seeing her friend beam with excitement at the offer always made her smile.

A plan already formed in Rarity’s mind, picturing the characters and all the different styles of clothing she could use and come up with. “I’d be delighted to!” A thought popped into her head a moment. “But what about Tirek?”

Twilight glanced to her and smirked. “I don’t know. What do you think?”

The unicorn halted a moment and tapped her chin, thinking back to the friendship lessons they had all taught. “Oh! How about we have him help the other students build the stage and the setups?”

Twilight agreed. “That sounds like a great idea. Why don’t you go grab him and introduce him to the students? I’ll be around if you need anything.” Twilight and Spike made their way into the school while Rarity headed back to the castle.

Upon returning, Rarity could hear Evening excitedly talk and ramble on about stories that Twilight had told her. Glancing into the library showed Tirek was listening with intent to the young alicorn. “-And all she had to do was use what she knew about friendship to finish Starswirl’s spell and earn her wings! Mom’s always told me it took her a lot of hard work, determination, and having friends to help you through the best and worst of times to get to where she is now!”

Tirek’s brows furrowed in confusion. “That is all Twilight had to do, finish one of Starswirl’s spells? Why could he not finish it himself?”

“He didn’t understand what friendship truly meant. He may have had the pillars, but they weren’t close like my mom and her friends are.”

“That’s ridiculous, saying that friendship is such a powerful force to be able to perform incredible tasks and feats.”

Evening cocked her head at him a moment. “You haven’t had any friends in your life, have you? Maybe get some and you’ll see!” A smile pulled at the corners of her lips. Tirek only narrowed his eyes and huffed.

Rarity decided this was a good time to stop Evening from pushing anymore buttons. “Have you been telling him stories since I’ve been gone?”

Evening gave a proud nod. “Well, he did ask a few things and I may have ended up rambling more than I intended to.”

“I hope it didn’t bother him too much.” She gave Tirek a quick glare. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to take him. We’re setting up a play at the school. Twilight needs our help.”

“Ok! Bye Aunt Rarity, bye Tirek.” Evening hopped off the table and trotted off.

“What are we going to be doing?” Tirek questioned, hoping he was going to have something to do besides sitting around. He stood up to follow her out of the castle and toward the school.

“Twilight and the other students are setting up a play for Ponyville. You’re going to help them build the stage and all the backdrops. I’ll be close by making the costumes.”

“Better than sitting with nothing to do.”

“Glad to hear it! First, I’m going to have you meet the students that you’ll be building with.”

He should have known better than to think he would be doing it himself. Perhaps this would be a good time to practice what he had read, make them think he’s actually trying. Would it be too obvious? Did he have any other choice? No, no he didn’t. “Fine.”

Hearing this was a bit of a surprise for Rarity, she expected him to argue and be stubborn to the idea. At least this would make it easier on both of them. Rarity led him through the school, giving him a quick tour in the process while waiting for the students to meet them.

A commotion caught their attention. An argument broke out down the hall, and she knew the voices anyway. “Oh, dear. I wonder what they’re arguing about.”

“Those colors are off!” Sandbar slammed his hoof against the ground, glaring at his friend.

Silverstream returned a dismissive sneer. “That’s because you’re not seeing the expression in how the colors mingle!”

“This isn’t some art show! The play is set in 18th century Prance!”

“In a magical castle!” Her brush waved about spraying paint everywhere.

“Hey! Watch it! You’ll ruin my robe!” Smolder roared as she shielded her blue, gold lined robe from the drips of color flying about.

Gallus quickly pounced on her and ripped it from her grasp. “You mean my robe.”

“I called dibs!” Smolder kicked about and attempted to wriggle from the grasp of his claws.

His grip only tightened as she moved. “The beast is a guy, you’re a girl.”

“So! Twilight said cross-dressing happens all the time in theater!”

“Not in this play!” Smolder inhaled deeply and let out a massive flame searing the tip of Gallus beak.

He flew straight up, staring at Smolder with fear and concern. “Are you trying to kill me?!”

She rolled her wrists and shoulders a moment before spreading her wings. “If that’s what it takes.” In a few flaps, she was hot on his tail. The two swooping and soaring about, the robe trailing behind Gallus as Smolder’s claws snapped for it.

“Friends stop fighting! Play has many roles, one for all!” Yona trounced about, attempting to stop both fights. A trail of thread and needle flowing behind her, attached to her pin stuck dress as she moved about.

“Yona! Stop!” Ocellus flutter swiftly behind her. “I haven’t finished fitting your dress!”

Taking a hard turn as she followed Smolder and Gallus, her back hoof slammed against a step ladder, knocking the open bucket of green paint onto the freshly painted set. “My trees!”

“Looks better already.” Sandbar grinned smugly. The robe once sweeping behind Gallus soon wrapped itself around him during a barrel roll, pressing his wings against his side. Smolder dove after him and barely managed to slow his fall as the two slammed and tumbled into Yona, bouncing their way into Occellus and into a group of props. All the kids could hear was several cracks, snaps, and crashes now tangled within their ball of fur, feathers, scales, and cloth.

Tirek, slightly amused by the chaos the kids created, chuckled out, “These are your prized students of friendship?”

Twilight felt her body flare up in embarrassment, a pained groan coming out of her mouth. Rarity sneered at him, “I’d like to see you try and do our jobs.” Rarity walked over to the group and helped pick up the costumes and props. “Are you ok?” 

Gallus pulled himself out of the entanglement, slowly dragging his body and legs out. Once freed, he shook himself off and brushed his shoulders. “Yeah, just peachy.”

“Yona feels dizzy, Yona might get sick….” Yona moaned from the top of the pile, lying awkwardly on her back.

“Not on me you’re not!” Smolder kicked herself free and took off, a tattered part of the robe held firmling in her claws.

Sandbar casually strolled over, a look of disappointment on his face. “You guys really made a mess of things.”

“And my painting!” Silverstream cried out, gesturing with an open claw at the thick, dripping mess of green paint and various reds, yellows, and oranges.

“This wouldn’t have happened if Gallus let me have the role in the first place.” Smolder snorted, turning her head away from Gallus’ direction.

The gryphon puffed his chest, glaring harshly at Smolder. “I told you, it’s not meant for a girl!”

Twilight stepped forward towards the group. “I am very disappointed in you six. I expected you to sort things out rationally without making a mess of all the hard work that was put into the set and costumes.”

The students looked away sadly. “Sorry Headmaster Twilight.” They spoke in unison, some kicking or pawing at the ground, others giving puppy dog faces.

“It seems you will need some assistance with clean up.” Steward walked onto the scene with a hoof full of cleaning supplies.

Twilight groaned at the butler's presence. She could never catch a break. “Aren’t you supposed to be looking after Evening? I can handle everything that goes on here well enough.”

Steward turned to the side revealing a sleeping Evening on his back. “I was tasked with looking after the entire Sparkle family including both of you.” He walked over to the students and gave each one of the cleaning supplies. “You should not be stressed nor worried while expecting. Why not go and relax under the trees while we fix this?”

Spike set a comforting claw on her shoulder. “Go on ahead. We’ll get everything cleaned up and ready to go.”

Rarity smiled as she started to gather the ripped garments. “And Tirek and I will stay behind for you, helping get everything set up. Maybe he’ll learn a thing or two from the students here.”

“TIREK?!” They cried out. All eyes shot to him. The centaur leered at them, teeth shown as he frowned at the group. They backed into one another, holding the cleaning supplies like swords, shields.

“It’s all right, students,” Twilight reassured them. “He’s being reformed. Precautions have been put in place to ensure he doesn’t cause anyone harm.”

“I still don’t trust him” Gallus growled, standing firm.

“For once, I agree with Gallus.” Smolder crossed her arms, shifted her weight onto her left side as she glared as she glared at the centaur.

Yona put down her “weapon” and walked up to the centaur, looking at him curiously, tilting her head here and there. Her looped braids playfully waved about as she did. After a moment of observation, the yak beamed. “Centaur become friend of ponies, centaur friend of yak!”

“This could be exciting, it’ll be like how Professor Fluttershy reformed Discord!” Ocellus chirped as she fluttered into the air.

“You mean, if we help reform him, we could be heroes?” Sandbar’s eyes shined. Gently, he leaned against his broom, smiling dreamily.

“I wouldn’t get too excited, not until we’re sure this big meanie isn’t as big or as mean as we think.” Silverstream put her claws on her hips as she flew up, getting a better view of their massive visitor.

“Come, children. We must get the set tidied up before tomorrow. There is much to prepare for before your big night, most of which cannot be done without a proper stage and set.”

“Yes, sir!” The students saluted their leader as he organized the group, sending them on their way to fix the mess they caused. Rarity was already at work taking the soiled costumes and restoring what she could with her emergency repair kit.

Tirek glowered at the children and their playful attitude towards him. However, maybe he could find one of them that was more impressionable than the others. He looked to Steward, "What do we need to do first?" 

Steward gave him a gentle smile. “While the children are cleaning their mess and Rarity the costumes, could you clean up the larger mess from the props, ruined backdrops, and broken decor?”

"Sure." Tirek stepped over to the props that had fallen over, working on getting them back up. 

Rarity took the costumes and looked over the damage. "Luckily the damage isn't too bad. The only one I'll need to redo is the Beast's robe. Shouldn't take too long." 

Smolder worked with Gallus, fixing what they could on the stage and cleaning up any bits of shrapnel or excess paint they could. Sheepishly, Smolder pushed in her shoulders as she scrubbed the floor. “Hey, Gallus. Maybe you should be the beast. I mean, it’s a cool role and all, but it suits you better.”

Gallus nearly fell mid air as he halted suddenly. Carefully, he set down the once knocked over backdrop. “No way! I can’t think of anyone who can roar like you.”

“Eh, I’m over it. If you’d like, I could teach you how to roar.”

Gallus grinned. “Sounds like a plan. Hey, Gaston’s role hasn’t been filled yet.”

“Oh yeah! Didn’t find a replacement for that guy yet…. That means I get to have an epic death scene!”

“Yeah!” The two high fived and went back to work with a new pep in their step.

Sandbar collected many of the broken props, organizing them into different categories. One pile for nearly unfixable ones, one for those who could, and another for those who were left mostly unharmed. After sorting another set of props, Sandbar looked over to Silverstream guilty as she repainted her backdrop, sadly placing her strokes now shades of blue. “Hey, Silverstream. Sorry about your trees.”

She let off a heavy sigh. “It’s not your fault, I know expressionism isn’t easy to understand.”

“Mind helping me understand?” He walked over, a friendly smile on his face.

“Well…. You see how my loose strokes of the dark blue and dull blue work together? It’s showing how upset I am that my last piece got destroyed, the evenish tone represents the green that was knocked onto it and the little speckles of regular blue represent the splatter and my shattered heart.”

“That’s pretty cool.”

“It is, but this isn’t my best work. You should see the pieces I have in my room.”

Sandbar gave her a playful jab. “Mind explaining those to me too, I’d like to see you at your best.”

Silverstream’s face lit up, a massive grin wide on her face. Stretching her arms out, she grabbed Sandbar and pulled him into a big hug. “I’d love to!”

“Does this mean friends are friends again?!” Yona burst up from the trap door nearby, the two jumped back each letting off a startled shriek.

Once over the initial rush of surprise, Sandbar looked to her. “Yeah, we’re friends again.”

“Good! Yona glad friends find solution!”

“Yona, could you please stick to one job?” Ocellus tiredly flew over. “I can’t keep chasing you around.”

“Oh, sorry, Ocellus. Yona forgot we must stick together as a team to fix play problems.” Clumsily, she climbed out from the hole and flopped onto the stage. Upon seeing her silly expression, the students laughed, Yona soon joining in.

It was odd, seeing a group of six different species getting together and being friends. Back then, the Equestria he used to know was very xenophobic. Most ponies only stuck to themselves and shunned other species. “I never expected Celestia and Luna to let other creatures into Equestria. Surely not what it was like when I was young.”

Rarity looked at him rather confused. “Really? They’ve never acted like that in the time we’ve been around. After Nightmare Moon, I would imagine things have changed.”

“Have you ever questioned her about her past?” Rarity shot him a glare which he returned with an unfazed expression. “I meant what I say.”

She wrinkled her nose, body straightening as she prepared her answer. “Whatever she would have done, she’s a better person now.”

“Some people don’t change, they only hide under a mask.”

“You would certainly know, wouldn’t you?” She laid a judgemental gaze upon him.

Tirek, without skipping a beat, responded, “Of course. Why do you think I said it?”

His blatant answer shocked Rarity. It made her stop and think for a moment, now focusing solely on the costumes. Tirek was content enough with her silence. Her strong opinions weren’t a surprise to him nor did he expect her to listen to his own. He wasn’t too sure if he actually cared about what she thought. Tirek knew none of them would believe a word he said, and that sparked a burning hatred that had settled deep inside him a thousand years ago.

Excitedly leaping toward him, Yona landed in front of Tirek, a friendly smile on her face. “Yona wanted to ask centaur if centaur wants to help friends!”

Yona brought Tirek out of his burning mind to look down at the young yak. His first reaction was to laugh and scoff at the notion. His eyes caught Rarity turning her head to him, judging his actions under that subtle glare of hers. He went with his second reaction instead, “Why?”

“Yona wants to help centaur! Centaur needs to make friends, friends help make him good! And friends need help with background. Centaur large and strong, centaur can help!”

Weighing his current options, which weren’t many, he huffed. “Fine, I have nothing to lose.”

Hearing his response, the yak bounced around. Doing the best she could to reach his hand or anything she could grab, she pulled him over to the group. “Yak glad centaur offered help! Friends will be happy!”

“Yona! We told you we don’t need him!” Gallus yelled, feather ruffing angrily.

“I told you she was going to bring him no matter what.” Smolder huffed, crossing her arms, but smirking slightly.

“Over here! We need help getting this background to move when we pull the rope!” Silverstream waved him over.

“Are you sure we couldn’t have done this ourselves?” Sandbar asked cautiously looking over at Tirek.

“I think bringing him would be for the best. The sooner this is taken care of, the sooner we can fix up the next thing and we have a lot to do.” Ocellus hovered as she tied the knots onto the background.

Tirek looked up at the sky, judging the time of day. He frowned seeing that it was still early morning. This was going to be a long day.
> Beauty and The Beast
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The centaur gave a hearty groan, pulling the rope to set a heavy backdrop for the scene to switch out with ease. It was the fourth panel and he started to build up a bit of sweat. Rarity had left a few minutes ago to her classroom. The Beast’s robes were too ruined to patched, she needed to make another. Steward was put in charge while she was gone, Evening still heavily asleep on his back. As the next backdrop was set, the students cheered.

“Way to go!” Silverstream pumped her claws into the air.

“I got to admit, he’s been pretty helpful.” Smolder smirked.

Yona bounced about. “Yona knew centaur would be helpful! Centaur do great job!”

Gallus pushed the next one into place with Sandbar being his guide, “This should be the last one.”

“I can take care of it!” Ocellus, transformed into a bug bear, tied the rope and helped to ease it into place.

“Wonderful job, students and Tirek. I believe you have earned yourselves a lunch break.” Steward motioned Spike to come over, a large picnic basket in his claws. He flew to the stage and set it in front of them, leaning against it proudly.

“Hope you don’t mind sandwiches, chips, and cookies.” Spike wiped the sweat from his forehead before opening the chest of goodies filled with napkins, neatly prepared sandwiches, bags of salty chips, and the chocolate chip covered cookies the smell of which was still fresh. 

“You made us cookies?!” Silverstream grinned from ear to ear.

“Of course! No picnic’s complete without them!”

Smolder sprung forward and ripped open the basket, tearing out the contents within. “Who’s hungry?!” The other students called out to their friend as she divided the spoils equally between them leaving just enough for Spike, Steward, and Tirek.

“I made this one special for you, figured you’d want something more your size.” Spike pulled out a sandwich, cookie, and a bag of chips as large as Steward’s head. “Hope that’s enough for you.”

Tirek grunted his thanks to the little dragon and took his meal. He sat himself under a tree to shield himself from the afternoon sun while he ate his food.

“Yona want to know if centaur wants to be good, if centaur has friends who can help.” Yona looked to Tirek with a warm, bright smile.

He stared down at the yak, hard. Despite his attempt to intimidate, Yona wouldn’t budge nor did her smile fade. In fact, it only grew sweeter and warmer. The two battled each others’ wills for what felt like minutes. Getting fed up, Tirek caved, “What do you want?”

“Yona want to help centaur be good! Yona know centaur can do it!” She continued to beam.

Gallus groaned. “Would you give it a rest, Yona? He’s obviously not trying to be good.”

“You don’t know that. He helped us a lot today.” Silverstream retorted, giving Gallus a sassy glare.

“Only because he’s being forced to by Head Mare Twilight.”

“Even if he was, he didn’t need to be that helpful.” Ocellus added. “We should give him more of a chance.”

Gentle hoof trots alerted them of the ponies’ presence. “Wow! You guys did a great job on the setup.” Twilight gave a good look at the stage and props. “I’m proud of you all.”

“This looks wonderful!” Rarity complimented, putting a hoof to her chest.

The students beamed. “We couldn’t have done it alone.” Sandbar smiled.

“Yeah! Centaur big help!” Yona outstretched her legs to emphasize her point.

Gallus deadpanned, “I think she meant how we worked together.” 

“Including Tirek.” Smolder sneered at Gallus.

Twilight eyed Tirek while he stayed under the tree. “I’m surprised, but happy nonetheless. The next step is reading and memorizing your lines.”

Moans lefts Gallus and Smolder while Silverstream and Yona cheered excitedly. “Can centaur have part in play?!” Yona looked to Twilight with large, innocent eyes.

Twilight was hesitant at the thought.. “I don’t think that would be the best idea. We don’t want to push him too far too soon.”

“He could play the beast.” Smolder teased.

“I-I don’t think that’d be appropriate!” Ocellus flustered.

Rarity scoffed, “Please, dear, don’t give him too much credit.”

The stage roared with laughter, Steward giving a chuckle himself. Tirek gritted his teeth, hands clenching his meal. “Coming from the spinster herself,” he growled back. He stood up and turned to her, ready to snap. “Has it not occurred to you why you’re the only one of your friends without a mate? Are you that dense? I may have to put up with you everyday, but I will not put up with being ridiculed.”

Rarity gasped, “How dare you?!”

“I’m not surprised no one has said anything to you yet. You’re a hassle, high maintenance, in desperate need of everyone’s full attention, and you’re a brat.”

“Oookay! How about we take a step back?” Spike suggested, flying between the two, arms out at full length.

“Children, would you come with me a moment?” Steward look to the students.

“Ugh, right when it was about to get good.” Gallus moaned as he set claws against the stage, pushing himself onto his feet.

Yona grumbled, head low as she walked away. “Yona no like when friends fight….” 

Sandbar tensed a bit. “I wouldn’t say friends, at least not with Tirek.” The students followed Steward away from the fight, well out of ear shot.

Rarity glared right back at Tirek, “And you’re nothing but a damn power-hungry brute! An ungrateful slob that can’t clean up after himself! You’ll be lonely for the rest of your life, no one could ever love you!”

His nostrils flared in anger. He lunged for her, knocking Spike out of the air, and going straight for her neck. She let out a short gasp before he got his hands around her. Before he could properly strangle her, Twilight let off a blast knocking him feet away from the stage. “That’s enough! You both need to calm down.”

Rarity took a couple steps back, coughing and catching her breath. “Me calm down!? He tried to kill me!”

Tirek brought himself up on his elbow. He was silent though his only thought was that she deserved it.

Twilight pointed an accusatory hoof at Rarity. “You egged him on, continuing to insult him when he clearly was bothered by it!” She turned her attention to Tirek. “And you need to calm your temper! If what she said bothered you that much, pull her aside and talk it out calmly! There was no need for you to outright choke her!”

“She’s the one that started throwing insults!”

Rarity finally managed to catch her breath. “Oh, it’s not like you’re innocent in this either!” If it weren’t for Twilight, the two would be at each others’ throats once more.

“Shut it!” Twilight snapped, she looked back to Tirek. “She was giving you a playful jab at first. Do you know what that is?”

“Does it look like I know,” Tirek grumbled out. His tail flicked back and forth like a cat’s.

“You’d know if you had any friends.” Spike sassed as he walked back over, throwing the empty paint bucket off his head aside. “Which is why you should give it a chance so you don’t end up looking like an idiot.”

Twilight sighed. “For now, I’ll let you off with a warning only because you didn’t understand, take it as today’s lesson, but I’m going to inform the queens of what happened. Why don’t you go home for today and try to work this out?”

“And let him choke me again? I don’t think so!”

“He won’t because if he does, he’s going straight back to Tartarus!” She glared at Tirek. “Got it?”

Tirek challenged her glare for a moment before giving an answer, “Fine.”

“Good. Spike, get ready to draw a letter to the queens. The next time I see you, it better be something mildly peaceful.” Twilight and Spike went off leaving Rarity and Tirek alone.

Rarity huffed glaring coldly at Tirek. “I suppose we should get started, get this over with.” She trudged off with a hefty amount of sass in every step.

Tirek snorted, stomping off after her. The walk back to her boutique was tense, both of them glaring here and there, desperately wishing to chew the other out. Knowing this couldn’t go on forever, Rarity bit the bullet and spoke. “I’m… sorry for enabling your behavior. I honestly didn’t know you were so… depraved of the joys of friendship.” 

How much could this mare keep getting on his nerves? “And I wasn’t aware you were so lonely.”

Her cheeks puffed out. “I’m not lonely, I simply prefer to be alone.”

“Don’t pull that on me. I’ve seen the way you stare in envy at your friends and how you look at the stallions around here.”

“So what if I am? Can’t I be glad for their success?” The doorknob glowed with her magic, forcefully opening the entrance before her and slammed it behind Tirek barely missing from hitting him.

“Being happy for another’s success is different than the longing looks you give them and their children.”

Rarity whipped material, planning paper, and mannequins about the boutique. “And what about you? How lonely you must be without any friends. You can’t tell the difference between playful banter and insults!”

Tirek growled low in his chest. She was avoiding what he was saying, but he had a trick up his sleeve. He picked the unicorn up and forcefully pressed her against the wall. “There’s no use trying to hide it. I see it in your eyes everyday since I’ve been here, and I see it in your eyes now.” He pressed himself into her further, voice getting lower and slightly sensual. “It’s a very easy scent to pick up.” He let go of her and began to walk to his room. “Don’t try to take me for a fool again.”

Rarity sat there, stunned, face blushing fiercely. What in Celestia’s name was that about? How dare he pick her up like some kind of rag doll and speak to a lady in such a way! In that deep, tone of his, in his strong hands. Her own hoof slapped straight across her cheek. NO! She will not be taken by his rugged charm! Not this mare! Rarity marched over to her supplies and attempted to get to work, but the thought of him kept coming up, the feelings he left her with. Oh, it was like that one novel she read with the stallion sweeping the mare into his strong - no! Stop! This is unacceptable behavior! ‘You are supposed to be his parole officer, not his whore.’ Though the idea of playing officer… 

She let off a frustrated, prissy “UH”, dramatically slamming her head into her work table. Who was she, Twilight?! No, she’d never be that desperate, she was above that. She looked back to his room, door still open, inviting, waiting, for her. Seeing no other choice, she decided to waltz into her kitchen and offer the poor centaur some tea or something. Anything that wasn’t the other, less decent option. 'Just get it out of your system, a quick chat and you’re out of there, feelings gone.' With the neatly prepared tray in her hooves complete with wedges of lemon, dainty doilies, and a small tray of fanciful cookies, she trotted, thoughts and urges constrained as she strutted into his room.

His fingers gently grazed across the wood of his bow. His mouth scrunched seeing a small chip in it. How did that get there? Had he not looked over it well enough after the last use? Damn it, he’ll have to sand it down later.

Rarity playfully bounced her mane. “Tirek, darling, I was thinking we could use a more… constructive talk, so I brought some tea and cookies.”

Her voice snapped him out of his trance. “Constructive talk? What do you define as constructive?”

“Anything that isn’t accusatory or shouting.”

The centaur took a second to weigh his options before groaning. “Fine, come in and have a seat.”

Rarity walked over setting the tray on the bed, taking a seat next to it. “What are you observing with your bow?”

“There’s a chip in the wood. I’m not sure how it happened or when.”

“May I take a look?” She leaned in curiously.

He handed the weapon off to her. “Here.”

Rarity gently took the bow in her magic, turning it about and examining its intricacies. She had to admit, he knew how to carve a bow, it was beautifully crafted, perfect weight and size for him. Ah, there. It’s not too big nor much of an issue, but clearly needs to be fixed. She couldn’t let such a magnificent creation go on like this. “Here, I have just the thing.” She gently placed the bow on the bed, walked out and returned with a small kit. Inside were various tools used to fix dents and mend a broken bow. Skillfully, she went through her kit and went to work filling in the chip and smoothing the substance used. “There. Let it dry for a few hours and it should be as good as new.”

“Hm,” he quickly gave it a look over. “I appreciate it.” He leaned over and set it against the wall. “I need one of those kits.”

“I would gladly fix one up for you. It will take some time to order the necessities, but it would be handy to have in your case.” She floated the box over to him. “For now, you can borrow mine.”

“I’m stuck here, so just keep it around. I’ll know where to find it if I need it again.”

“All right, dear.” She set it beside his bed, not that she used it that much anyways. “Where did you learn to carve and use a bow?”

“My grandfather. He passed not too long after he taught me, had some serious heart problems, and it took him one night.”

Rarity looked to him with concern. “I am sorry to hear that….” She looked to the ground. “You were lucky to have had someone like that. Everything I learned, I did myself. My parents, they were never around. Always going out or on vacation… without us…. I was always left in charge, sometimes a pony in town would come to check on us since other relatives lived so far away.”

“How old were you when you were first left alone?”

“I was about seven, Sweetie was only a foal. It took me a few days to realize they weren’t coming back right away. There was no babysitter, no note, simply a ‘Goodbye, we’ll be back soon!’ Silly, isn’t it, to think they would?” She laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Sounds like you have shitty parents.” He rested on his elbow next to her.

She sighed. “Yes, they were far from the best. Having them around wasn’t the greatest either, they often left us on our own not that I needed them for anything with being left alone so much.” Slowly, she rose off the bed. “Listen to me, rambling about such a depressing subject. Surely you must be bored.”

“Bored one way or the other. Nothing interesting has happened since I’ve been here. Except the archery contest.”

Rarity gave a curt laugh. “Just wait, darling. This is Ponyville. It rarely goes a few weeks without some monster attack or crisis.”

“And do you usually have fun with the monsters that come around or is it just me?”

“Well, if you can call beating them and sending them far away counts as fun. Sometimes, it’s a good means of stress relief. Depends on the day.”

“And what would you call today?”

She gave a tired moan. “After our little display and having to deal with the fallout of the students’ disaster show, fairly stressful.”

“And how do you kill the stress?”

Rarity placed a thoughtful hoof on her chin. “Sometimes I do stress sewing, other days some tea and cookies while I sit outside reading an engaging book.”

It was a good a chance as any. The stage was set and she was playing right into his hands. All he had to do was act. “I could suggest something that would engage the both of us. Relieve some stress.”

She looked to him skeptically. “And that would be?”

Tirek moved closer to her, reaching a hand out and cupping her soft face. He spoke in the same tone as earlier, “I think you know what that would be.”

Rarity let out a shocked gasp, legs crossed as she flustered. “T-Tirek! This is highly inappropriate!” Her voice was higher, sharper than usual. Despite her words, internally, that little voice screamed yes despite her desperate attempts to be mature and refrain from sleeping with the fresh out of jail housemate.

He looked her dead in the eyes. “Then tell me no.”

Her lips pursed tightly, jaw locked and eyes wide. Come on, she told herself, say it, say no, be the responsible one here! Yet nothing came out.

“I didn’t think so.” He leaned closer to her, pressing his lips against her neck, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. The moment his lips touched hers, all the tension melted away, all the wrong feelings, gone. It was just her and him, alone in this room, laying on the bed, together. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Treat you like no other stallion has before.”


* * *


Tirek’s arm was wrapped around the mare. He took a long draw of her scent and couldn’t help but internally smirk, surprised his plan worked so easily. Hopefully, it won’t be too long before he had her wrapped around his fingers. Rarity laid there, mane a mess, but that wasn’t what ran through her mind. The words repeated themselves “What have I done? What have I done? What have I done?!” Imagine the shame, oh the shame of it all if anyone found out! What would the queens think?! What would they do to her?! They may as well throw her into Tartarus with that brute for her betrayal! Betrayal of herself, betrayal of her dignity, betrayal of all Equestria! Sworne, was she, to the duty of reforming him only to fuck the bastard instead! Worst of all, she liked it, every second of it.

She slowly rose, her hooves gently placed on the ground as she, almost zombie like, walked out of the room. Tirek glanced to her. “Where are you going?”

“To drown in my shame the only way I know how.” She spoke practically in shock as she made way to the kitchen, take the largest bucket of ice cream available from the fridge, dug through her cabinets pulling out a large box of chocolates, and making her way to her fainting couch. She threw herself upon in, chucked the tops off the bucket and box alike, taking the chocolate from the one and raking it through the ice cream proceeding to shove the sweet delight into her mouth. Each bite was disgusting and over dramatic as she gorged in this unsightly ritual.

Tirek came out of the room a couple minutes later, sheets bundled up in his arms. He stopped mid-step when he noticed Rarity shoving junk food in her mouth and cocked an eyebrow. He set the sheets by the laundry room and made his way to her. “Ice cream and chocolates? This is how you drown your shame?”

Her head snapped at him, a serious look in her eyes, mouth in full frown as her eyebrows furrowed inward. “YOU! You are the reason I am like this! Why I am about to ruin my figure! All because you had to tempt me you thick horse, creature, thing!” Using her magic, she chucked pillow after pillow at him. “Get out of my sight! Get out!” Tears poured from her eyes as she hurled item after item at him, mascara turning them a dark grey.

Tirek held his arms in front of his face to block everything coming at him. “All right, all right. I’ll be out for a few hours.” He stepped out and closed the door behind him, the crisp night air blew passed. It was refreshing coming out of the stuffy house. Not knowing too much about the town, still, he decided to head in a direction.
> A Visit Gone Wrong
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

With a kick in his step, Spike walked through the castle, a pleased smile on his face as he made his way through. He’d been waiting for this, ever since he got that letter. Recalling the look on Twilight’s face, the rant that followed after made him more excited as he passed the castle entrance. His happy beat was stopped the moment he heard a knock on the door. It was so late, who could possibly be in need of friendship help? Begrudgingly, he walked to the doors and opened the one on his right.

The moment he saw the visitor, it hit him. “What did you do?”

The centaur took a short huff before grumbling out, “I need to see Twilight.”

For a moment, Spike took in those words, giving the smuggest smile. “And why is that? Friendship problem? Diplomacy? Finally fed up with Rarity and accepting your reformation?”

His face twisted into a grimace. “If I said, she would hang my head above the fireplace. You want details, go ask her.”

“Oooohhh. Chocolate or ice cream?”

“Both. Raspberry since it seems to mean something.”

Spike’s face contorted into a pained, concerned expression. “That’s a special kind of bad.” He stepped aside, opening the door further. “Come on in.” Tirek stalked inside the castle without another word. “Twilight’s got a lot going on right now so she’s going to be a bit.” He gestured to the waiting room off to the side. “You can sit in there and I’ll come get you when she’s ready.” Spike strolled off, no longer taking the same, upbeat stride as before as he made his way to Twilight’s room.

Tirek didn’t have much of a choice in the matter and took a seat. His teeth clenched in his jaw and held his face in his hands. He messed it up, he planned to take advantage of her, but it’s gone a bit too far. Her emotions have skyrocketed and he had no idea how to handle it, how to handle her.

A small squeal of joy brought Tirek from his worries. It was a distinct voice, that of a child. “Daddy! Daddy! You’re home! I’ve missed you so much!” This piqued Tirek’s interest, it had to be the little alicorn’s father. He couldn’t pass the opportunity to take a peak. He snuck his way to the source of the excitement. The closer he got, the stronger than anticipation grew. It wasn’t long until he heard another voice.

“My, how you have grown! Are you sure you are the same daughter I left?” His voice was deep, sophisticated, it sent familiar and unwanted feelings through him. The door leading to the room was open every so slightly. Carefully, he pushed it wider, enough to allow him to peer inside. Within, he saw a well dressed pony holding little Evening, long fangs extended from his mouth and wings like a bat’s lay on the bag on his back. Sitting not too far away was the butler, no longer appearing as a pegasus, but a bat pony. Yet he knew full well the one holding the child was not a bat pony.

Evening giggled. “Of course I am!”

“Hmmmm, I do not know, she could have been replaced by a cuter filly.”

She continued to giggle, louder now. “It’s me!”

“There are ways to test this. Method one….” In a swift motion, he laid her on her back and tickled her belly. “See how ticklish she is!”

The filly squealed with laughter, wriggling about as she tried to get away from his grasp. “Daddy, stop!”

“Method two, ask why there are peering eyes.” His dark glare hit Tirek, revealing his golden eyes. Evening looked between the door and her father, confused as to what he said.

Tirek was taken aback by this. He was as quiet as he could be yet the stallion still heard. He  might as well come out and show himself. Tirek pushed the door open all the way and stepped in. “Evening,” he greeted.

“You could have started with that.” He sneered slightly, continuing to hold his glare.

“Hi, Tirek!” Evening chimed. “What are you doing here so late?”

“I’m here to see Twilight about something.”

His sneer turned to amused interest. “And why would that be?”

“That is business I have with her and her alone.”

Evening patted her dad to get his attention. “Don’t mind him, Daddy. Momma and Rarity are trying to get him to be nice and make friends! He’s still learning.”

The bat winged creature stifled a laugh. “Is he now? Miss Sparkle seemed to have left that out from her letters. I see it is going as well as one could expect.” Tirek huffed in annoyance.

“What are you doing here?!” A voice cried out. Running into view of both the bat creature and Tirek was Twilight accompanied by Spike. “I thought you told him to wait.” She snarled at Spike.

Spike crossed his arms. “I pointed him to the room. What, did you want me to babysit him? And what’s the big deal if he sees him, he’d find out eventually.”

Twilight let out an exasperated moan, wings dropped against her side.

“Miss Sparkle, how wonderful it is to see you-” The creature made his way toward her only to be stopped by her hoof.

“Hold it right there! You can’t simply walk back in here like you haven’t missed a whole year of our child’s life with only a letter or two for communication! There’s no way whatever this ‘important business venture’ of yours was could keep you from trying to contact us more frequently or tell me what was going on while I raised our child on my own!”

The creature gave a soft huff. “Miss Sparkle, I did not tell you what my business was because you would either nag me or demand to come along.”

“And why would I do that?!”

“Because I was attempting to secure hers and your safety.” Twilight stood there, blinking as she gave a blank stare. “I told you I have many enemies. Seeing as you are set on bringing us into the spotlight, I had to ensure that none would try to come after you or our child, and so, I spent this past year fighting, buying, and securing that insurance.”

“You did what?!” She pressed her face into his. “I can’t believe you! What if you got hurt?! What if you got killed?! What if they tried anything while you were gone?!”

“Why did you think I left Steward?”

“And you couldn’t have told me?! I could have helped you! I’m a princess, I’ve saved Equestria dozens of times and that’s only talking about Equestria, you know I’m far from helpless!” The creature placed a hoof on her lips.

“I am here, safe, well, and your lives and happiness secure. Can we not focus on that?” She continued to glare at him. “What if I gave you a hoof massage and fed you grapes or something? Would that satisfy you? Perhaps take Evening for a day or week so you can relax.” Her stare refused to wave, the heat from her year of built up frustration rising to its peak. “I brought gifts.” A pair of shadowy claws rose from the ground removing the bag from his back and revealing all kinds of treasures from ancient books and scrolls to charms and rare ingredients for potions and incantations.

“Is… is that?”

“Yes, a book on far away magics unknown to Equestria and here, a book from a whole other dimension going over the properties of foreign elements that could possibly be constructed with our known ones here.” Twilight carefully took the books in her magic, others in her hooves as her eyes shimmered with curiosity. She felt over their covers and flipped through the crisp and old pages alike. So much knowledge right in front of her she never knew existed. She looked back to the creature, glare finally subsiding.

“I want a good, long massage to make up for that year.” She took the books and walked over to Tirek, but before she spoke with him, she turned back around and pointed at him again. “And I’ll take that week now.”

“Of course, Miss Sparkle.”

Her eyes softened. “I’m glad you’re back, even if you should have stayed in better contact… you can stay in the castle for a bit if you’d like.”

The creature smiled at her warmly. “I would be happy to be your guest, there is much for us to discuss.” He stood up and motioned for Steward and Evening to follow him. The trio left the room leaving Tirek and Twilight alone.

Twilight took a moment to gather herself, taking in a deep breath and letting it out. “So, what is going on with you and Rarity?”

Tirek stood for a moment, processing what he had just witnessed the last few minutes. “I need advice. Rarity has been… a lot to handle. She’s getting mood swings and always seems to be more tired than usual.”

“Did you do anything to rile her up?” She looked to him as if he had some idea of what the answer was.

He tried his best to make his answer sound true. “I have no idea. Anything I do could have set her off.” 

Twilight narrowed her eyes. “Look, I don’t care what you did. The fact you’re here trying to fix it is enough for me to overlook it, but I can’t help you if you don’t give me some idea.”

His frustration was apparent on his face. “She told me not to divulge any details or else she’ll have my head.”

She slapped her hooves into her face, taking a moment to think on this. After almost a minute had passed, her hooves slide down and she regained composure. “Have you considered taking her out to dinner, going shopping, the spa, gem hunting? Something nice that she would like to get her mind off whatever’s stressing her out.”

“How can I?! She doesn't have that much energy. I had to help her at the store yesterday, she got too tired on her own.”

“Why not set something up at the boutique? Maybe you could make her a nice lunch outside…. Can you cook? You know what, I’ll send Spike, I don’t even want to risk you poisoning her - and by poison I mean cook something so horrible, it makes her sicker. At the very least, he can walk you through what to do to help her relax.”

“If you think it’s a good idea. At this point, I’ll try anything to get her to stop nagging and complaining.”

“Twilight!” Spike burst back into the room. Behind him, Rarity was being dragged in by a highly concerned Fluttershy and the creature from before. Her eyes were nearly rolling back into her head as her body hung limp in their hooves. Twilight stepped back in shock, quickly pulling over a chair for her.

“I don’t know what’s going on! At one point, she was sort of okay, but then she collapsed and I didn’t know what to do!” Fluttershy cried out, panic deep in her eyes.

“Thankfully, I know what the issue is.” The creature added as he helped Rarity onto the chair.

Rarity breathed heavily, tired and worn. “Please, just tell me so I can fix it….” She heaved with every word as she laid limply.

“She is pregnant.” The room went dead silent. No one dare spoke a word. Rarity managed to prop herself up enough to face the creature.

“Pre-Pr-Pregnant?!” She squeaked, eyes wider than they’ve ever been.

The creature turned to her, a sarcastic look on his face. “Yes, dear, pregnant. What happens when a mare and a stallion come together alone in their sanctum.”

“I know… how it works!”

Tirek snapped out of his daze long enough to ask the creature, “How the hell would you know?”

He jeered his head back toward Tirek. “I am a doctor, Dr. Philter, seeing as I have yet to introduce myself.”

Twilight, despite her concerns for her friend’s condition, couldn’t help but give the biggest, fattest, smuggest grin she could muster. “And who would the father be?”

Philter returned the smile giving a more subtle one of his own. “My guess would be Sir Know it All over there.” He pointed to Tirek. “Tell me I am wrong.”

“Rarity would never!” Fluttershy exclaimed, looking to her friend, hoping for an answer. Rarity was unable to speak, her mouth opening and closing over and over in her state of shock.

“We are waiting, Miss Rarity.”

“FINE!” In one large burst of built up energy, Rarity exploded. “We had passionate, sloppy, messy sex! Is that what you wanted to hear?! And I loved it!” She flopped back into her chair like a rag doll after giving the confession of her life time. Fluttershy fainted, Spike catching her by the hoof, gently lowering her to the ground.

“Yes!” Twilight pumped her hoof into the air, a massive, toothy grin plastered on her face.

“Oh, the chastful Rarity, falling into trouble. What was it you said all that time ago? About being more… responsible?” Philter leered at her mischievously.

Rarity snarled. “Philter….”

“Some would say you are a, what did you call it? A slut?” She let off a long, frustrated moan as she shot daggers at Philter.

Twilight placed a hoof on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’ll be there for you like you were for me. We can be sluts together.”

“One day… I will make you two pay….” Rarity spoke hoarsely, snarling at the pair.

“May I recommend having Rarity receive extra assistance during this time seeing how extreme her reaction is?”

Twilight smiled at him. “Doctor’s orders?”

He returned it. “Plenty of bed rest and perhaps her lover could be of use in this time of need since he is partially responsible.”

“I agree, perhaps that’ll teach them to take this more seriously. You know, having a baby is a great way to help with bonding, wouldn’t you say?”

“Very. Tirek could learn to be more caring and Rarity becoming a better teacher.”

“I can help!” Spike lifted a claw while using his wings to fan Fluttershy. “Once Fluttershy recovers.”

“Thank you, Spike.” She spoke wearily, while regaining her consciousness. “I… I would like to help too.”

“Fluttershy….” Rarity looked to her surprised.

She pushed herself up a bit. “It was a bit of a shock, but I want to be there for you so long as you don’t blow up like that.” Slowly, she got onto her hooves and walked over to Rarity. “You’re my friend, I will always be there for you no matter what like I was for Twilight. Philter turned out to be a good creature and I think Tirek can too. Maybe this is just what you both need to learn to get along. It’s a little… much, but having Philter around has been nice so I’m sure this can work out.” Her sweet smile sent tears in Rarity's eyes.

“Oh, Fluttershy.” She tried to reach out to hug her, but Fluttershy gently wrapped her legs around her first. “What would I do without you…?”

Philter looked to Tirek. “I believe that is enough excitement for one day. How about you help her get home while Fluttershy and Spike figure out how to handle this situation? I will come about now and again to keep an eye on her and the baby unless abortion is on the table.”

Tirek couldn’t argue with that. He was as guilty as she was and he’d own to his mistake. He leaned down to pick the unicorn up in his arms. “We’ll talk about it and get back to you. Let’s get you home and into bed.” The last sentence came out more grumbled than the prior. He made his way out the castle straight to the boutique. His head swam with a mix of emotions: anger, confusion, bitterness, shame, embarrassment, to name a few. 

“You… you’re helping me….” Her words were more drawn out, more exhausted than before as her limbs swung limply.

“Save your energy. I hate your whining and complaining, but you being exhausted sounds worse. I’ll get you home, in bed, and then you need to sleep.”

There was so much she wanted to say, her shock that he’s taking this so seriously, how glad she is that he’s still here, that he’s not immediately screaming to kill the baby or trying to strangle her so she didn’t have the choice, killing two birds with one stone. Yet she didn’t, she simply rested in his muscular arms, doing as he said.

Tirek strode into the boutique, trying not to slam the door behind him. He started to make his way upstairs before her breathy voice stopped him. “Could you… could you stay with me…?”

He looked down to her skeptically as he continued up the steps. “Are you sure you’re not delusional from exhaustion?”

“I don’t… I don’t want to be… alone….”

He sighed through his nostrils. “If that’s what you want, then I will.” Tirek entered her room and set her on the bed, pulling the covers over her. He folded his hooves under him and rested his torso on the edge of the bed next to her.

“Thank you….” She breathed as her mind sank under the comfort of her own bed and a soul beside her. “For… for everything….” Slowly her mind slipped into slumber, body reaching peak exhaustion as the soothing warmth of the covers and soft pillow lulled her to sleep. Tirek narrowed his eyes at her. Maybe his plan was working? He’d have to find out once she was able to walk on her own again. He rested his head in the crook of his elbow and closed his eyes for the night.
> Not So Helpful Help
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Tirek was the first of the two to wake, he almost wasn't surprised to see white. Rarity had curled around his arms in her sleep. Great, how was he supposed to get up without waking her? Silently cursing himself for the situation he put himself in, he tried his best to move her off without stirring her, easing his arm away. Good for him that she slept like a log. He got himself out of her grip without any trouble, standing and making his way downstairs. Once he touched the ground floor, he saw Spike and Fluttershy, silently entering. Behind Spike was a small wagon of supplies and on Fluttershy’s back a stuffed saddle bag, some of its contents poking out from the lumpy sack.

“Oh, good morning, Tirek.” Fluttershy chirped, giving a friendly wave to the centaur. “I hope you don’t mind, but we wanted to get an early start.”

“This is going to be a long eleven months.” Spike went to work unpacking his wagon, pulling off a small dog bed to start and placing it off to the side. “You thought yesterday was bad, it’s not getting any better.”

“I can imagine,” he groaned. Tirek took a moment to help them unpack. “What was Twilight like when she was pregnant the first time?”

“Well, it started with her throwing up at the smell of food. Eating sometimes was a no go. Mostly it was cravings, the occasional feeling sick, lots of bathroom runs, and mood swings. It wasn’t nearly as bad as what’s going on with Rarity.”

Fluttershy pulled out a box and some other unusual items from what appeared to be herbs and strange glass jars. “Having a baby can be wonderful. Of course, it’s not always perfect, but so long as you have someone nearby to help you through the rough patches, it’s not so bad.” She lifted the wooden box and opened it for Tirek to peer inside. “I even brought my pregnancy kit! It helped me so much whenever I was feeling stressed or ill.”

He took the box and rummaged through it. Candles, oils, and some other mixtures were inside. “How does this help?”

She gave off a little giggle. “It’s to make her feel better, silly. The candles will fill her room with sweet scents that will help her relax, the oils are for her skin, and some of those jars are homemade recipes for when she feels ill.” Fluttershy gave him a curious look. “Have you ever tried lighting a scented candle? They are a wonderful way to relax.”

He glanced down at her, closing the box . “If she chooses abortion, we won’t be needing this. I already don’t want the child as is.”

Spike and Fluttershy exchanged worried looks. “I get where you’re coming from, but you should take some time to consider this. She might not be comfortable with abortion and it’s not like you have to keep the baby.” Spike flew over to him.

“It’s all right, Spike.” Fluttershy smiled to Tirek. “This is clearly hurting Rarity and under the circumstances, it may be for the better.”

He looked to her with worry. “You think she’d be okay with that?”

“Whatever they decide, we’re going to be there to support both of them. She may be having this child, but it’s also his, they should both have a say.”

Tirek gave a “hm” before moving himself to the kitchen. “I don’t know when she’s going to wake up or what she’ll want to eat. If you’re right, she may not want to eat anything.”

Spike flew into the kitchen after Tirek. “Yeah, she’s probably not going to be up for eating, at least not right away.”

Fluttershy poked her head into the kitchen. “I’m going to go and check on Rarity. Spike, could you prepare the mixture for me in case she’ll need it?”

“Sure thing!” She gave him an appreciative nod, passing her hefty sack to him, and took off for Rarity’s room. 

“What do you need me to do?” As much as Tirek doesn't want to help and take care of the pest, he doesn't want to hear more complaining from the helpers. 

Spike gave a small shrug as he placed the sack on the counter. “Depends on how Rarity feels or what she needs. Since you’d be the best at carrying her around, you should be in charge of that. Fluttershy and I can help with the relaxing and care part unless we need extra assistance. If anything looks bad, we need to be ready to get her to the hospital or Philter.” He tapped his chin with his claw. “On second thought, maybe we should stick with Philter. He’s got more experience with other creatures than a Ponyville doctor would and the baby in her’s probably some sort of hybrid.”

That fact didn't even cross his mind. What would the child look like if she decided to keep it? More centaur or more pony? Tirek shook himself out of the thought. He wasn't going to be a father to the child, the state of it shouldn't bother his mind. “Carrying her around won't be a problem.” Would the child give her complications during - stop it! Tirek had to rub his eyes. He wrenched the kitchen faucet on splashing his face with water. For a moment, he hung head head over the sink, water dripping from his face.

Spike looked over at him, a supportive smile on his face. “Have you ever worked in a kitchen?”


* * *


Fluttershy gently opened the door to her friend’s room making sure to make as little noise as possible. Peering in, she saw her friend still and silent as she lay snug in her bed. Though she couldn’t see her face, a feeling of dread rushed over Fluttershy. Cautiously, she made her way to the bed and set a hoof on Rarity’s shoulder. “Rarity,” she cooed softly, giving her a light shake.

Rarity let off a tired groan, groggily turning her head to look at Fluttershy. “Oh, it’s just you, Fluttershy.” Her eyes said it all, the way her lips tiredly lay on her face, the discomforted twist of her lips.

The pegasus smiled at her, “How did you sleep?”

“Well, I think I did… but I wish I hadn’t woken back up….” She let off a short, sickly moan, burying her face into the pillow.

Fluttershy gave her a sympathetic look. “I assume you're not very hungry, are you?” 

“Not at all….” Rarity’s muffled voice spoke drowsily through the pillow. “Oh Fluttershy, what am I to do…?”

She sat herself beside Rarity, settling herself in place. “What do you want to do? We'll understand and support whatever decision you make.” 

“I… I don’t know….” She curled up slightly, gripping the blankets tight.

Fluttershy patted her friend's shoulder. “Take all the time you need. In the meantime, Spike and Tirek are making breakfast. If you want some when you're up.”

“We’ll see, darling… if this sickness doesn’t kill me….”

“Are you able to go downstairs or would you like to stay here?”

Rarity moaned in pain once again, gripping the sheets tighter. Silently, she ran off a line of curses. Curses mostly against herself, her uterus, whatever was developing insider her, but partially against Tirek and in some tiny part, the queens for laying this upon her.

“Let's keep you here. I'll let Tirek and Spike know how you're feeling. I think he might be starting to change, even if it’s slightly.” She gave Rarity a reassuring smile.

“Oh... so having a baby was all he needed… lovely….”

“I wouldn't take it that way.” She pushed herself off the bed and made way for the door. “I'll be back in a few minutes.” The door closed silently behind her as she left Rarity to her frustrated, pained, and tired groans.


* * *


“What are you doing?!” Spike exclaimed, staring with horror at the concoction in Tirek’s hands.

“You were the one who wanted me to try cooking! I've never cooked more than meat on a fire!” He waved the bowl as he spoke, bits of what were once ingredients flew every which way.

Spike slapped his claws into his face. “I wanted you to learn so you could take better care of Rarity, not poison her!” He took the bowl from him and chucked it into the sink. “If you had followed my instructions better, you wouldn’t have made that.”

Tirek huffed hot air from his nostrils. “Your instructions were complicated.”

“There is nothing complicated about pancakes!” 

Fluttershy flew back down, gracefully gliding over to the kitchen. At the sight of Tirek and Spike fighting over cooking directions, she puffed out her chest and stuck herself between them. “Boys! There is no need for fighting!”

“He started it.” Spike huffed, crossing his arms.

Fluttershy placed her hoof on his snout. “I don’t want to hear it. Right now, Rarity needs our help and bickering won’t do her any good.”

Tirek set the whisk in his hand on the counter. “I assume she's awake and feeling like shit?”

She sighed. “She’s not doing well at all. No energy to move, no appetite, and in a lot of pain.”

He pursed his lips. “Is there anything that can be done? Some medicine she can take?”

Spike and Fluttershy looked to one another. “Well, I’m not sure. I’ve never seen anyone react this badly to pregnancy before.” Fluttershy twisted her hair in her hoof, strands slowly moving to cover her face.

“And if there is something out there, I don’t know if it’d be safe to give to someone who is.” Spike added, nervously tapping his claws.

“What about that vampire that’s hanging around Twilight? Didn’t he offer his help?” Tirek crossed his arms bitterly, sneering as he mentioned him.

Spike raised his eyebrow at Tirek. “You do realize how early it is.” He motioned to the light streaming in from the nearby window.

“And you want to wait until nightfall for her to get something to help her feel better? An entire twelve hours of misery?”

Fluttershy and Spike awkwardly twitched about, Spike keeping his eyes off Tirek as he grimaced. Each looked about the room in thought, yet despite their best efforts, remained silent.

The centaur snorted disappointingly. “You call yourselves friends.” He turned and headed out the door, making his way straight to Twilight’s castle.
> Him Again
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Tirek banged at the door, wooden surface bending as the gilded door knob clacked against its surface with each hit. He was impatient as is already, he wasn’t going to deal with anyone telling him no or to come back later. No was not an option for him. He gritted his teeth and knocked on the doors a second time. The door flung open revealing a cross Twilight, face scrunched in frustration, hair a tad bit messy from a night of sleep.

She turned her dark glare at Tirek. “What. Do you. Want?”

He returned the same glare. “I need to talk to Philter. Rarity’s getting worse.”

Twilight huffed. “I’ll see what I can do….” She stepped aside and opened the door wide enough for him to enter. He followed her into the castle and through the hall to whatever dark corner of the castle Philter was sleeping in. The hallway itself had its windows blocked all the way down, only fades of light remained at the tips of the shadows. Twilight walked to the door deep within the darkness and banged her hoof against it. “Philter! Get your flank up! It’s an emergency!” After another few knocks, the door cracked open revealing the eye of the tired doctor.

“Good morning to you too, Miss Sparkle.” His voice was groggy, crackled even, hints of sarcasm seeping through.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry for the rude awakening, but Rarity needs... something, it’s getting worse.”

His eye focused behind Twilight noting the impatient centaur behind him. “Ah, for your marefriend. Give me a moment.” Before Tirek could retort, Philter closed the door. Not a minute later, he opened the door again, a shadowy claw floating out with a list that waved in Twilight’s face. “Could you retrieve these items from your potion’s cabinet? I should have the means of creation from last night’s session.”

Twilight snatched the list in her magic and looked it over before looking back to the two with narrowed eyes. “So long as you two play nice. Which means I come back to a castle entirely intact.” With an irritated flick of her tail, she went back into the light of the hallway.

“What are you going to make for her? Does it require any specific instructions?” Tirek crossed his arms, shuffling his shoulders irritably.

“A simple potion to relieve her of her pain and sickness briefly. She will need to take a spoon full every twelve hours. Normally, it lasts longer, but seeing as she is with a child, a weaker mixture would be safer.” He gave him a sly leer. “You will have nothing to worry about until we know how this embryo will develop.”

“I could care less about the child,” he spoke plainly and without reservation. “The sooner this is over, the better.”

Philter’s single eyed gaze turned to confident skepticism. “Are you sure? For someone who ‘lacks care’, you marched over here to bother me so early in the day.”

Tirek scowled at the door, slamming his hand next to the arch of the doorway as he leaned in. “I’m tired of taking care of her. That’s it.”

“Oh, sure you are. Hence why you came yourself instead of sending those two ‘nuisances’ offering their assistance to care for the ‘larger pain’. How inconvenient it would be to sit around and do nothing while they do all the heavy lifting.”

“I would have sent them if they weren’t cowards at the idea of waking you up. They brag so much about friendship yet they refuse to help Rarity because they’re afraid.”

His eyes narrowed. “Were they? So the brave, heroic Tirek took charge to face the monster and save the damsel. Seems you have learned something during your time here.”

Tirek rolled his eyes pulling away from the door as his posture slacked back. “You're as much a monster as I am. I'm not afraid of you.”

Philter chuckled. “Of course, no one is denying this. All I am doing is pointing out the obvious regardless if you want to admit it or not. One day, you will need to face it seeing as she is having your child, accident or not. Have you considered what will happen if she decides to abort? If not? The effects of your decisions?”

“That was going to be discussed before she woke up in such a state. Once we finally get the chance to, we'll figure it out.”

“Any concerns you wish to go through before you do? I assume you have some thoughts I may be able to answer.”

For a moment, Tirek was quiet, hunching and keeping all eye contact away from Philter’s peering eye. It wasn’t long before he gritted his teeth, rolling his head to meet his gaze. “If she did keep it, what do you think it will be? Would it give her problems later on?”

“That is hard to say until the fetus begins to form. The baby could be more pony like, minotaur like, possibly centaur. Of the three, I would be more concerned for the centaur form seeing as the structure body could pose trouble for a mare’s uterus, but more importantly, her cervix come delivery. Though mares have wide hips for childbirth, they were not made for a centaur’s body with the combination of beast top and horse bottom, there is no way for the body to be positioned on exit that would make the extraction simple. If it comes to this, a spell can be used to make the process and development easier for them, but I would keep a closer eye throughout to ensure their safety. Thankfully, I have had my fair share of experience in hybrid births. It is not impossible, but not easy either.” His eye softened a moment. “This is something you will want to mention to Rarity, consider having an examination once the fetus forms. A c-section is also an option, possibly the safest one. Despite what can be done to ease the process, it can be dangerous and it may be easier to abort since this was never planned. There is no shame in choosing her life over the other.”

Tirek’s mouth grimaced in confusion. “What’s a c-section?”

“When there are complications with the birthing process, a doctor may have to intervene by cutting open the mare and removing the baby directly from the uterus.”

Hearing the explanation caused worries to spin in his mind. He could only imagine what consequences each scenario might bring up. Most of which involved Rarity’s wailing and complaining. He started to wonder what would be the best option for that not to happen. They were very slim. “I can only imagine her complaining about how she’d look after that.”

“Oh, believe me, no matter what you do, she will complain. My stomach is huge, I feel like a whale! Why must the child compel me to eat such rubbish?!” Philter impersonated her in the whiniest voice he could muster. “If it is not the hormones, it will be her dramatic personality. The fact you have made it this far is a miracle. Stallions wish they had such perseverance.”

Tirek couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the vampire’s impersonation of her. “You’ve known her before this? How did that go?”

Philter leaned against the doorway, more of his body pressed out from the shadows revealing his lack of orange striped vest and broach as his dress shirt clung loosely against his body unbuttoned. “It was in the afternoon. Miss Sparkle practically begged me to keep Miss Rarity busy for the duration. She was going through a rough time after yet another break up and Miss Sparkle was dealing with some important guests. I brought my son along because he did not want me to suffer and to help shield me from the sun. The moment I walked in, I knew it was going to be a trip. Of course, she had the place prepared for my safety, windows covered, anything especially scented such as garlic removed. She dragged me about, trying on all these outfits, used me as a means of making adjustments to others. If that was not bad enough, all she did was whine and cry about her love life, how stallions were awful but not my son or I, we were gentlecolts, then proceeded to flirt with my son. The moment I told her he was my son, the reaction was worth all the trouble. If I never had my night with Miss Sparkle, I swear she would have crawled all over me.”

Tirek gave a hearty laugh from that. “I wish I could have been there to see that for myself. And who’s your son?”

“Haunting Hour, the one I had with Luna. That was so long ago.” His gaze drifted a moment before looking back to him. “Perhaps you will see him during one of his visits someday.”

“You had a child with Luna? How did you manage that?” Tirek had to admit, that was rather impressive.

“We have been together for over a thousand years now. Aside from some time she wanted to take upon her return, but we are together once again along with another.”

Tirek grew more curious. “With another? I wouldn’t think any of the alicorns would be in that kind of relationship given their titles.”

Philter snickered. “You would think there are many things they would never do, but they have.”

Hoof steps filled the halls as a tired Twilight approached, a bundle of items held in her magic from potion ingredients to supplies needed. “The castle’s still intact. Great.” She shoved her haul into Philter's chest. “Here. Make the potion and get him off my back.”

He summoned his shadowy magic and took them out from hers. “Thank you, Miss Sparkle. I can take it from here, why not fill your stomach with some breakfast?”

“So long as you don’t snark him into exploding… literally….”

“Have you not seen? We had a nice chat while you were gone.”

Twilight raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh, sure you were.”

“He isn’t being sarcastic, Princess,” Tirek snarked at her remark.

She looked to him in disbelief. “Seriously? You two? Getting along?”

“Is it so impossible for Tirek to have an earnest conversation?” Philter sneered at her.

“This… this is….” Twilight’s face lit up, smile and eyes wide as can be. “Amazing! I can’t believe this! That must mean it’s working!” She teleported a pad of paper and a pencil in front of her, getting closer to Tirek as she took flight. “Tell me all about the conversation! What sparked it?! How long did it take before you two were enjoying the conversation?! Do you see yourselves becoming friends?!”

Tirek growled and pushed Twilight out of his face. “And yet you wonder why I’m so pissed off all the time.”

“Sir Tirek, would you mind accompanying me into my room?” Philter motioned into the darkness of his bedroom, pushing the door wide open.

He snorted and stood up, “Gladly.” He stepped into his room and shut the door behind him.

“But-” The slam cut Twilight off as Philter let out a sigh of relief.

“That mare. I swear one day, her mouth will lead her to trouble.” Philter set his supplies and materials upon a work table nearby, organizing everything as he went to work preparing the ingredients.

“Give her some leeway, sir. She is young.” Steward pushed himself off his bed and walked over to them. Noticing an as always well dressed Steward walking over, Tirek took a moment to scan the room. It was a simple guest bedroom aside for the blocked windows covered in a thick tarp with two now roughed beds, an unusually large bookshelf brimming with reading material for at least a year or more, and a clearly recently installed set of cabinets and a chest from which Philter pulled a few tools for mixing the materials.

“Young and in need of proper social cue recognition.” He retorted, going about his work as he filled a medium sized beaker with crushed up roots.

“I didn’t think anyone could be worse than Rarity. How do you stand her?” Tirek took a seat near where Philter was working.

“With plenty of patience.” He placed more ingredients within the beaker, measuring each carefully as he did so. “Had we not encountered each other as we did, I would not be here. Yet despite the ways she can get on my nerves or nag me for this or that, I cannot help but love her company. More specifically when she does not feel the need to pester me over my choices or what I do with my business.”

“You think that’s what I need to do with Rarity? Patience?”

“If your current relationship was anything like Twilight’s and mine, give it time. She may be upset with you now, but she will come around.” Philter poured a white and blue liquid into the beaker, taking a glass stirring stick and swirling the substance. “What I did was have her stay at my mansion a week, spend time with her and have her acquainted with my family. I was open with her and she with me. Eventually, we found common ground and built a strong relationship. At first, she lectured me because she saw me as some ‘villain’ in need of reformation. Now she lectures me out of worry and care.” He tapped the stick against the beaker, a soft clang emanating from it. Carefully, he set it aside and pulled over a bunsen burner, a metallic platform that sat over it, and a flint spark igniter, the knob on the burner turning the gas on. With a few clicks of the ignitor, its small cup head held over the top of the burning, a spark flickered setting off the glass. Using the nearby tongs, he gently placed the mixture atop the metal surface and laid it to rest.

“Let’s hope this works first. Maybe then we can sit down and work things out. I don’t hate the mare, but she is annoying.” Tirek sighed, wondering if he should talk more in detail. He decided to trust Philter. “I have to admit, my plans backfired. I planned to manipulate her and use her to get out of the reformation idea. Her personality is striking and stubborn.” Tirek kept his mouth open, unsure if he wanted to continue the thought or not. He decided on closing his mouth and letting Philter work.

“I wish my excuses were so clean.” He smirked at him. “Upon our first month together, Miss Sparkle became so drunk, she let go of all her inhibitions which led to where I am today. There is only so much you can do when trying to keep your identity a secret and a powerful alicorn is pressing you into the bed, inebriated, but still forceful.”

Tirek snickered at the thought of Twilight being so drunk, she accidentally had sex. He couldn’t help but imagine her clumsy foreplay or making nerdy pickup lines.

“Perhaps this could be a good thing. Would Rarity harm the father of her child?” Philter’s smirk turned into something sly and even a little sinister. “Not that I am giving you any ideas.” It faded and returned to normal. “Though, if you truly wish to release yourself from it, you should consider convincing them you are not a threat. Despite their acceptance, I still kill and perform unspeakable acts. No one cares, so long as I do not harm their precious Equestria. Not that I would, there is nothing to gain by conquering this place.”

“There is a lot of magic, but I suppose you would not benefit from anything here. I’ll have to think on that advice.”

Once the liquid in the beaker turned a bright light blue, Philter took the tongs and carefully took it off the flame, setting it aside. The light of the flames slowly faded as the burner was turned off returning the room to darkness. Steward went to work pulling out a corked flask, pushing it over to Philter. “Perhaps if you can convince Miss Rarity that you are more than a threat to Equestria, she can convince the others as well. After all, you are more than some villain, correct? You have your reasons, a life you live. What ponies seem to lack in understanding is that morality is not so black and white. Try to have Rarity see that while also showing you can understand her.”

“How do you suggest I do that? I'm not exactly charming like you are. I have a bad history with her and all her friends.”

“You do not need to be charming. Why not find some common interest to bond over? For Miss Sparkle and I, that was books, magical studies. There must be something you and Miss Rarity share.”

“We both enjoy archery, but there is only so much to do with that. Especially with how she’s feeling.”

Philter took the beaker and the flask, uncorking the latter and pouring the warm liquid inside. “I am sure something will come up eventually. Ponyville never stays quiet for long.” He placed the flask within a shadowy claw emerging from the ground. It slithered its way over to Tirek, extending its reach to Tirek’s height presenting the potion to him. “If you need any advice or a place for retreat, you may ask Miss Sparkle to borrow the portal I positioned in her library if I am not around.”

Tirek took the flask from the shadowy form. “I’ll keep that in mind. Every twelve hours you said?”

Philter nodded. “A simple spoon full will do. Refills will be prepared monthly.”

Tirek gave his thanks before leaving the room. He was glad that Twilight wasn’t waiting for him, ready to pester him with as many questions as her brain could muster. However, he didn’t want to run into her and made his way quickly out of the castle hurrying back to the boutique. When he entered, he went straight to the kitchen to grab a spoon. Deep down, he hoped Rarity was still in bed and had eaten something. Tirek went to check Rarity’s room to see Spike and Fluttershy sitting beside her, a tray of untouched food by her bedside.

“Tirek!” Fluttershy exclaimed and fluttered to him. “Oh it’s so good to see you! Please tell me you brought the medicine.”

Tirek held up the bottle. “She’s supposed to take one spoonful every twelve hours. How is she doing?” He went to her side and knelt down.

Spike looked to Rarity with worry. “She’s had better days….”

Rarity let out the most dramatic moan she could. “What do you want… haven’t you done enough already…?”

Tirek ignored her whining and uncorked the flask. He poured the spoonful and put it towards her. “I don’t know how it will taste, but it will make you feel better.”

“You better not... be trying to... poison me….”

“Philter made it, blame him if it is. Take it.”

Reluctantly, Rarity opened her mouth and swallowed the spoon full. Seconds after, she stuck out her tongue spitting a little. “What is in that concoction?! Insects?!”

Spike couldn't help but chuckle, desperately slapping his claws over his month. Fluttershy lifted a thoughtful hoof. “Some medicines have bugs in their recipes.” Rarity spat wildly as she futilely dragged her hooves across her tongue, the rancid taste leaving its disgusting sting behind.

Tirek shot the two a hard glare. “Don't you think she's stressed enough as it is? Worrying about potion ingredients is the last thing she needs right now.” He turned his attention back to Rarity. “I watched him make the potion, there aren't any insects in it.”

They froze, still as statues. Fluttershy slunk behind the cover of the bed and Spike kept his head low. After getting her distaste out of her system, Rarity flopped back in the bed, lying face up as she stared at the ceiling.

Tirek took a deep breath and sighed to calm himself down. “Let me know when you're feeling better then we'll worry about getting food in you.” He hesitantly reached out his hand and took her hoof in it, giving a light squeeze. She looked to him surprised. Though her first thought was to pull away, something kept her from doing so. Why wouldn’t she? This brute put her here, he was the one who insisted on having sex in the first place. Yet she didn’t want him to let go. Clearly the madness this pregnancy is inducing has a tighter grip on her mind than she expected.

Fluttershy peered from her hiding place, seeing Tirek holding Rarity’s hoof with care. Instinctively, she let out an adoring squeal, a sweet smile spreading across her face. Rarity practically jumped at the sound, seeing her friend squeeing at the sight of them. Her face nearly turned red. “And what are you squealing about?!”

“Don’t get any funny ideas. I’m not in the mood to deal with that.”

“But you are so adorable! I didn’t know-” Spike shot at her from across the room, clamping his claws over her mouth. Fluttershy let out a short, frightened squeal, words muddled.

“I think that’s all the help they need for now! Let’s go and clean up the boutique a little so Rarity has a nice shop to come back to! Okay? Okay!” Quietly, he shuffled her out of the room, closing the door firmly behind him.

“Finally some quiet,” he huffed. Tirek took a more comfortable seat on the floor. “Hopefully they don’t cause any more headaches today.”

“They are only trying to help.” Rarity stated, relaxing once again.

“Yet I had to be the one to go wake Philter up to get you this medicine. They were too scared of waking the vampire to help you.”

Rarity rubbed her temples. “Fluttershy gets anxious in those situations and Spiky Wiky is too polite to bother someone who’s sleeping. Do you think they care that he’s a vampire? We’ve been over it for well over a year now.” She took a deep breath as his hooves flopped back. “But I do appreciate you doing that for me… it was… sweet of you….” Her lips squeezed tight as she looked away.

“He and I had a rather pleasant conversation. Told about his travels, his life, and one of his sons that you tried to flirt with before realizing your mistake.” He eyed her with a smug look on his face.

Her eyes went wide, head snapping to look at him. “He was never introduced as such! If Philter had only told me!” She took a deep breath. “That never leaves this room.”

Tirek couldn't help but chuckle at her defensiveness. It was one of the few times there was a connection between them. His eyes drifted to the untouched plate beside her noticing the neatly prepared breakfast had turned sad and sat. “Anything specific you're going to want to eat?”

She gave a slight hmph and crossed her legs, trying not to look at him. “An omelette would be nice….”

“I’ll get that going for you.” Tirek stood up taking the plate of stale food with him as he went out the door. He added, “Call if you need anything,” before he left.