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Saving the ponies

Chapter 9: Really? Like, seriously?

"Of course we have work. There are like, a million things that we do here; I'm sure we can find somewhere you fit in."

Once Scorched had finished showing Maverick around the track-and-field, Maverick had popped the question, so to speak.

"Of course, over half of those things require wings, but I'm sure we have something available. What I'm more scared of is making sure the other Pegasi are cool with it. As you well know by now, not everypony has the fondest opinions of your kind."

The pair continued on in silence for a brief moment as Scorched pondered the potential positions that Maverick could fill. He realized quite quickly that the pool of possibilities wasn't as large as he first thought. In a matter of minutes he'd narrowed down his list to under twenty positions, most of which were already occupied posts.

"This may be harder than I thought..."

*****

"And that's the situation. Do you think you could find a post for him?"

Scorched, even after half an hour of walking and thinking, couldn't think of any open positions. As such, he'd done the only thing he could think of; he went to see the owner of the training center, or at least the stand in.

Of course, since the owners were currently the Wonderbolts, who had bought the giant stadium from its previous owner, they couldn't be present to manage it 24/7. As such, they had hired a pony whose job was to keep it running in tip-top condition.

Said pony was currently studying Maverick with a critical eye. A piercing yellow eye with a gaze like a hawk. The other eye was staring off in another direction, unable to focus on the same point.

"He might..." Derpy began. "Be able to fill a unique position, but I'll need to check with my researchers first. Give me a few minutes and I'll get back to you." The dismissal was clear, and Maverick left with Scorched to wait for the gray mare to make her decision.

"I-" Maverick began.

"Don't bother saying it; I already know what you want to ask. Most humans don't meet her, and those who came before season two didn't know. This is, indeed, the mare you call "Derpy". Her real name is Fuchsia, and the story that comes with her is tragic.

"Fuchsia used to be, as you've probably guessed, the most beautiful shade of fuchsia. She was also one of the most brilliant flyers in all of Equestria. She was to join the Wonderbolts eventually. However, that was before the humans... changed her.

"As season two began, the humans desired a new level of comedic relief. They thought that a pony who appeared to be silly, clumsy and mentally-unstable would be a good idea. We, of course, have ponies that fill that role. The problem is that they aren't very good at following orders. The humans found one particular pony by the name of Grey that fit the bill. She looks exactly as Fuchsia does now; gray, yellow mane, cross-eyed, not too bright. However, Grey just couldn't understand what the humans wanted of her. The humans, seeing that they couldn't use her, got angry. At this point, let's just say that Grey is no longer amongst us." A soft gasp escaped Maverick's lips. Scorched chose to ignore it.

"The humans anger sated, they wished to continue their search. However, one of them had an idea. Why not take the image of Grey and place it on the body of a mentally-stable pony? That way the pony would understand the commands and still give the desired comedic relief. It was the perfect solution. All the humans needed was a pony.

"Well, we had plenty of those available. The humans scouted amongst the Pegasi, searching for the one that they wanted. Poor Fuchsia never had a chance. The moment they saw her, they were smitten. Maybe they envied her beauty, or perhaps it was that they found her too colourful. Maybe it was just bad luck. Whatever the reason, they took Fuchsia with them. They forced a unicorn to change her colour. If they had ended it there, she would still be fine.

"But they didn't. They forced the unicorn to edit her brain as well. They made her cross-eyed and clumsy, but made sure to leave her smarts intact. Once she was finished, they deleted her memories, forcing the unicorn to replace them with strange, half-finished ones. She'll never be able to remember how she was before; she'll never join the Wonderbolts; and worst of all, she doesn't even blame them. She doesn't know what they did to her, and nopony has the heart to tell her the truth. This is one the largest driving forces behind our hatred of humans.

"Of course, the humans wouldn't go completely unpunished. As soon as Celestia heard the news, she went on a rampage. She swore to the humans that if they ever did that to another of her subjects, she would personally kill every single one of them, even if that meant the end of her world. They might need the humans to survive, but if the humans were going to kill her kind and destroy their minds, she'd rather death for all of them.

"That may sound extreme to you, but the ponies stood behind their monarch. Many ponies knew Grey, and even more knew Fuchsia and her potential. We already suffer more than any race should have to and we won't accept to anything worse."

Finally finished with his tirade, Scorched looked over to Maverick. He realised, a bit belatedly, that he'd been stomping around and shouting, due to the hoof marks on the clouds and the way Maverick was covering his ears.

"Sorry about that." He grinned sheepishly. "It's a good thing the doors and walls are sound-proof or I would have told Fuchsia the whole story."

"That's..."

"Tragic, I know. I saw Fuchsia a few days before the change, and the moment I heard about what they did to her, I rushed to see her in the hospital." Scorched's eyes narrowed frighteningly, but also began to glaze over with repressed tears. "I was, of course, too late. The doctors tried to pull back the memories that the other unicorn destroyed, but there was nothing they could do. The other unicorn was 'imprisoned' for her crimes. I say imprisoned lightly; it was more of a way to protect her from the ponies that would wish her harm because of her actions. She didn't do it by choice, but some ponies just wouldn't understand that..." He paused briefly. Maverick had an idea of what was coming next, and wasn't surprised to be correct. "Fuchsia and I had been dating at the time. I saw her 2 days before they nabbed her. We were having dinner together. It was after they destroyed her that I began to lose myself as well." He gave Maverick a warm, albeit bittersweet smile. "I wish you could have saved her instead of me, but we can't get everything we want in life."

At that Scorched fell silent. Maverick followed suit, mostly due to the fact that he was speechless. He'd never really liked his race; after all, they only seemed to know how to hurt others, what with all the wars they fought and the fact they hogged all the land away from the other living creatures that needed it. Humans were destroying the planet and each other, to what end?

His loathing of his own race would have to wait, however, as they were called back in to hear Fuchsia's answer.

"I think we've found something. As you know, we haven't seen much human activity up here in Cloudsdale due to Rainbow's lack of popularity. As such, my research and development department would be overjoyed if you'd agree to help them by being a research subject." She explained.

"Um, I, um, well, um, what?" Maverick stuttered as Scorched mirrored his speech with his body language.

Fuchsia couldn't help but snort at the pair of them. "It's not what you're thinking. They just want to watch you do stuff like running, jumping, lifting, you know, to test your physical capabilities. They'll record the data and use it to pull some statistical stuff. Something like that; I don't quite get it, but don't tell them that."

"Oh, um, if that's all then sure."

"Great! Just come by whenever you have some free time and they'll get started. It's not like they do anything else anyway." She let a sudden, shrill laugh which sounded disturbingly like a squeal of joy. When both males gave her a confused glance, she just waved them away, giggling.

"Is that..?" Maverick asked once they were safely out of ear-shot of the gray pony.

"A side effect? Not that I'm aware of, but who knows; she's changed a lot since that day..." Silence prevailed once again as the two slowly made their way through the giant complex. Scorched wasn't really leading Maverick anywhere, instead thinking about how unfair life was for the pony kingdom. Maverick's thought wandered on a path parallel to Scorched's, instead focusing on how he would help the ponies even if it meant throwing away his own happiness. However, it seemed like it would be the exact opposite; he'd never been happier than he was at the moment.

Seeing as both parties (Pinkie: "Did somepony say parties!") were lost in thought, neither one noticed that they were making their way back to the entrance. As such, when Rainbow walked in to ask where Maverick was, she saw him first.

The trembling that she had been present since she woke disappeared; the pain dimming back down to nothingness. Rainbow let out a sigh of relief. She was a junkie, drugged up on love.

A sudden urge to pounce on Maverick and rut him sprang up in her mind, causing her to blush scarlet and forcing her wings up. Some of the Pegasi nearby chuckled at the sight of Rainbow desperately trying to force down her wingboner, a few trying to find the stud that caused it. The cyan Pegasus was dying of embarrassment, desperate to get out of sight until she'd calmed her wayward wings. She moved quickly into the restroom, rushing back out and then proceeding into the mare's restroom a few moments later.

It was empty inside, allowing her some measure of privacy. This privacy, however, was accompanied by a slight flare of discomfort as well as more dirty images flooding her mind. This in turn only furthered the stiffening of her wings. A slight whiff of a very, VERY familiar scent caught her attention.

'Oh this is NOT a good time...' She sighed mentally. She was doctor-prescribed to stick as close to Maverick as possible, and being stuck next to her boyfriend while in heat was not going to have positive repercussions, assuming she didn't want to become a mother.

Of course, she couldn't just sit in the bathroom forever. Rainbow splashed some water on her face, trying to calm herself down. What she really needed right now was a long, thick pole-like object. Unfortunately, no such object presented itself. Sighing, Rainbow tried again to fold her wings. They complied a bit, but there was no way she'd get them back to normal with such... vivid pictures floating around her mind. She tried to shift her thoughts over to a turnoff, any turnoff, but now that she was horny, most things that would usually work only seemed to turn her more on. When even a scene between Twilight, Cheerilee and her roleplaying a Daring Doo fantasy failed, she bucked her hind legs against a nearby wall. It was then that she remembered; the pain! She focused on the pain, willing it to hurt her more, trying to rip away her arousal with suffering.

It began to work, and with agonising slowness she managed to force her wings down. The pain was quickly becoming overwhelming, but she knew that it would disappear in an instant. Now she just needed a way to keep her wings down until they were home. With her arousal sedated, she re-summoned the image of the three-way, as well as some thoughts of raping Spike. These disgusting, morbid thoughts served her well, causing her wings to cease any residual resistance.

Now that she could move without fear of her feelings being discovered, Rainbow made her way back outside. She saw Maverick immediately, and the pain evaporated again. Her wings strained a bit, trying to rise, but she held them down.

Maverick's back was to her, as was Scorched, so Rainbow still had the element of surprise on her side. Moving stealthily, the Pegasus wove her way through the other ponies until she was behind them. She got as close as possible while still remaining out of sight, until she heard their conversation, which caused her to freeze and listen.

"Poor girl, I don't know how I'd feel if everybody hid something like that from me. I mean, I understand why you did it, and I agree that it's for a good reason, but if she ever found out..." Maverick said.

Rainbow's ears perked up. Who were they talking about? Was it her? She couldn't hear Scorched's reply, so she sneaked a little closer as Maverick spoke again.

"Well that's good. If you all work together, I'm sure she'll never find out."

Rainbow missed another line from Scorched, to which Maverick replied: "I'm sure she was before that happened, but she hasn't lost all of her beauty. It's still there, just in a different form."

Rainbow gave a confused shake of her head. What happened? To who? It couldn't possibly be her.

"Did you ever love another, Maverick?" She heard Scorched this time.

Maverick hesitated for a long time before saying: "No, I went on one date in my whole life, and it was such a titanic failure. Since then, dating was never even a thought in my mind, loving even less. I mean, I still look at girls the same way, and I still judge them by their personality to see if we could be compatible, but between the bad date, my already pretty low self-esteem and the fact that I don't like my appearance, I've never actually tried to ask another one out." He paused briefly before adding. "I'm too scared of making a mistake."

Rainbow let out a tiny gasp. He was insecure too! She wanted to spring forward and tackle him in a hug; to reassure him that she would always love him, no matter how many mistakes he made. Instead, she backed away, putting enough distance to make sure he wouldn't think she'd heard him.

"Maverick!" She called out, a little too happily. 'Remember, he's your friend for now, boyfriend later. Maybe lover...' Her wings gave an involuntary twitch. 'Later!'

The smile that materialised on his face told other stories, but he managed to hide it before anyone but Rainbow could see it. It changed to a confused frown. "Rainbow, hey. Um, that was a quick shift..."

"Oh, yeah, wasn't much to do today, hehe." She rubbed the back of her mane, embarrassed. Rainbow could think up the most intricate lie ever, but put her on the spot and she was as bad as Applejack. "Anyway, did you talk to lord Icewing?"

"Yeah, we had a quick chat. He wasn't all there though; he looked like he was about to fall asleep in his chair. I got work too; whenever you have a shift, I can just pop in here. It's perfect!" Maverick's giddy smile returned.

Rainbow smiled back as Maverick gave her a summary of the trip he took, starting with the debate, then his meeting with Icewing, the trip to the stadium, a quick summary of how he got his job, and then the random way he made his way back to the front. She missed most of it, however, as she was focusing very hard on not letting her thoughts stray to steamier regions.

When he finally finished with his tale, Rainbow made a few comments, trying to prove she'd been paying attention. He seemed to fall for it, so she turned to Scorched and asked if he was finished with him so that they could leave. When Scorched nodded, the pair departed. Rainbow took to the sky, knowing full well that it wasn't safe due to her arousal, but they needed to get to Rarity's so Maverick could try on the clothes. Luckily, they made it there without any accidents.

"Hello dears, come along, I have made many designs, most of which should fit with your rather peculiar assembly of oddities." Rarity explained as she led the pair to her designing room. "I must admit, I've never worked with anything like you before, dear. Your personality, your birthday, your upbringing; it's almost as if your whole life is in conflict with itself. You gravitate towards almost no base designs, but I think I've managed to create a whole new style because of you."

She had Maverick stand on the dais again, pulling out a few of the pieces she'd thought had less of a chance; might as well get the failures out of the way first. "Rainbow dear, you don't need to stay for this; I can't imagine how boring you'll find it."

Rainbow made to protest, but then she realised that it was the perfect excuse for her to deal with her needs, so she thanked Rarity and made her exit. She didn't go far though, instead choosing to borrow Rarity's bathroom. Luckily for her, the bathroom was right next to the designing room, so she could still hear Maverick's voice, albeit a bit muffled. It helped to hold the pain at bay as her hoof drifted down towards her rear.

*****

On the other side of the wall, Rarity had already discarded her first attempt, which, as she put it, "Clashed horribly with his eyes." Maverick had absolutely no experience in fashion, and would have been glad if she'd just made him a few extra shirts, pants and underwear. Instead, he resigned himself to a few hours of torture.

The second outfit tore of him while placing a disgusted sneer on Rarity's face, the third following a few minutes later. She had, of course, expected the first designs to fail, but it was still just as annoying to see herself being proved correct.

As she removed the forth shirt, she let out a short rant it French. "Mais ques'que je pensais?" It came out with a heavy English accent, but Maverick, who's mind had been drifting around since the start, suddenly snapped to attention.

"Was that French?" He asked.

"Yes darling, it's the only other human language present in our society. It is considered very high class to be able to speak French, especially in Canterlot. I'm still learning it, and I must say it is quite difficult." She explained as she put on, examined, and removed the next piece. 'Not too bad, but still not good.'

"Oh, mais ce n'est pas difficile du tout de parler le français." Maverick spoke in perfect French, causing Rarity to freeze for a second.

"You speak French?"

"Of course, I went to a French school my whole life, although my mother tongue is English."

Rarity's eyes began to shine. "Could you teach me?"

"Um, I can try."

She squealed, overjoyed, and reached for the next outfit, striking up a conversation in 'fancy' as AJ called it. Maverick would reply in the same language, correcting her whenever she made a mistake in word choice or pronunciation. The sitting seemed to fly by after that, with Maverick actually managing to enjoy himself as he instructed the white unicorn in the complicated art that was French grammar.

*****

Back in the bathroom, Rainbow was basking in the afterglow of her alone time. Maybe now she'd be able to keep her head on straight for a while. She cleaned up her mess and made her way out of the bathroom, opening the window so that Rarity wouldn't suspect anything. She stole a quick glance in the room, but when she saw that they were still hard at work and speaking in another language, she decided not to interrupt them. Instead, Rainbow decided to get some more reading done.

She pulled out the two same books she'd deliberated on earlier. The horny part of her mind instantly vouched to keep reading the sex book, but she decided on the other, rationalising that the more she knew about human sex, the more she'd be tempted to pressure Maverick into banging her. So it's with a heavy heart that she set aside her damning for later, instead picking up the book on human emotions and relationships.

The first chapter was similar to the other book; a summary of humans, both physically and mentally. Then it moved on to explain how humans had emotions like ponies, and weren't soulless monsters like the majority of Equestria seemed to believe. It went on for a while about the history of humanity to prove its point. Rainbow kept skipping pages, eager to get to the relationship part. It took almost half the book, but she finally skipped past the section on sarcasm, an art that she had perfected long ago, and reached it.

"The first thing to remember about a human-pony relationship is that it will be exceedingly rare." The chapter began. "This is due mostly to two reasons. The first is that most humans would find the idea of loving a pony to be repulsive. The second is that most ponies would find the idea of loving a human repulsive. If by chance a pony and a human who are open to this relationship stumble upon one-other, then the first condition is met. However, just because they are both open to the idea, does not mean they will be compatible. For example-"

"Blah, blah, blah." Rainbow said as she skimmed over the rest of the page. "Get to the good part already."

'The good part' as she called it didn't actually come. The book was a summary of human emotions as well as a guide to finding potentially attractive traits in a human, including ways to let them know about these feelings and an explanation on how to determine if they were open to such relationships. It also cautioned about STD's and all that sex stuff. However, the part Rainbow had been interested in, the actual dates, were summarised as 'The same as any regular pony date.' She slammed the book closed, frustrated. She'd already done everything the book offered up, although not quite in the same way it suggested. Now that she wanted help planning a real date and keeping it secret, the book told her to check another book, or maybe it assumed she already knew what to do.

It wasn't the end of the world, of course. She'd just go to Twilight's and ask her for a book on dating; no biggie. On the other hoof, she was left with nothing to do until Maverick was finished. As soon as the thought touched her mind, her eyes drifted over to the other book, her wings perking slightly and her cheeks reddening. What was the harm?

She didn't need to be told twice. Rainbow snatched the book up as if it were about to fall off a cliff, resuming her lecture as if she'd never stopped it. (Chapter 6, for those who need a refresher.)

"There are many different approaches to sexual intimacy that can be observed. It is not uncommon for a sexual encounter to end with no actual intercourse, merely being acts of foreplay. It is not even necessary to achieve an orgasm, although most parties would not avoid this intentionally. For further information on sexual encounters in general, continue reading the present chapter. If the reader desires more specific details on certain aspects of sex, he or she should consult the index at the end of the book and refer themselves to the appropriate chapter."

Rainbow flipped to the last page.

Chapter 1: Humans, a generalisation.

Chapter 2: Guidelines: the base of sex.

Chapter 3: The first time: how to bring it up.

3.5: First time do's and don'ts.

Chapter 4: Foreplay.

Chapter 5: Intercourse.

Chapter 6: What comes next?

Chapter 7: Warnings and consequences.

Chapter 8: Annexes.

Rainbow flipped backwards to chapter 3, eyes filled with lust. That was exactly what she needed; how to ask Maverick to rut her. Then the rational part of her mind caught up with itself, causing her to pause.

'It's too early, I shouldn't be doing this! Besides, what if he gets me pregnant? How the hay am I supposed to keep us a secret then?' Her reasoning was sound, her ideals good. Clearly she had no intention of continuing to read, right?

"The first encounter is almost always awkward and difficult for both parties. Losing one's virginity is, of course, not repeatable, and many ponies attempt to preserve this special event for their special somepony, that is to say, their husband or wife. For the purpose of this chapter, the writer assumes that both parties are inexperienced in the ways of sex.

"So you want to move on to the next step. You feel that you are ready to bring your relationship to the next level. But you're scared; 'What if my partner isn't ready?' you ask yourself. Or maybe you want this but aren't prepared for the potential consequences of your actions? There are many reasons that cause us to hesitate when in a proper, committed relationship, to ask our partner for sex. Social taboos, insecurities and the lack of desire to become a mother/father are all good reasons to delay the first sexual encounter. But for how long are you willing to wait? How long is your partner willing to wait?

"Sex, although not a subject to be taken lightly, isn't something that needs to be feared. We, as grown mares and stallions, realise that it is a very important part of a relationship. This does not change between humans and ponies. Although we're still unsure if human can cause pony pregnancies and vice-versa, this book assumes it is a possibility. That being said, there are easy ways to deal with the fears of that first time.

"First and foremost is the fear or unwanted pregnancies. Many young mares across Equestria have this phobia, and with the arrival of the humans and the altered time flow, it seems to only be increasing the fear. The funniest thing is the absolute lack of any reason for its existence.

"As any pony in Equestria that should be reading this book knows, there is a very simple way to control child birth for mares. The simplest way is to avoid sex while a mare is in heat. However, since it is during this time that mares desire sex the most, we ponies have invented, even before the arrival of humans, the condom. With a 99.9% chance to stop unwanted pregnancies, it is the single most used method of birth control. Barring that, abortions, although considered immoral, are still an option. In summary, so long as proper protection is used, there is no reason to fear getting yourself or your human lover pregnant.

"Second, the fear of rejection. Many, if not all of us, have had this fear before. 'What is their not ready? What if they don't want to? Will they hate me forever if I bring it up?' These thoughts are common amongst new couples, especially in mare. Socially speaking, it is tradition for the stallion to be the 'sex crazed' member of the relationship. Mares are, from a social point of view, required to wait until the stallion is 'in the mood'. Conflictingly, if the mare isn't 'in the mood', most will still submit the desires of their lover. This is not only completely unacceptable, but one of the very real traits we share with the human race.

"So, how to deal with this fear is what you're probably waiting for. Allow me to spin you a scenario. You've (hopefully) been dating this human for long enough that you know them pretty well. You've probably had some disagreements, even some fights maybe. You've also had good times, suspicious times, confusing times etc. Now tell me, after reflecting upon all the time you've spent with this human, does it really seem logical to assume they would leave you out to dry just because you were a bit more eager than they were?

"Most of the time, when it comes to sex, both parts of the relationship are fully interested, even eager. As such, why is it we have such a hard time gathering up enough courage to ask our partner? If you want to become intimate, don't you think it's possible they're in the same frame of mind? That being said, even if they aren't interested yet, what are the odds that they'll up and leave you just because you asked for something they weren't ready to give?

Rainbow put the book down with a sigh. Could she honestly associate to what the book said? She hadn't been with Maverick for a long time and she hadn't gotten into any fights with him. She had no idea if he was as interested in this relationship as she was, for she was quite interested indeed.

'I guess it couldn't hurt to wait a bit longer.' She thought to herself. Her heat surged in protest, but she ignored it, no longer in any sexy frame of mind. She closed the book and put it away before going to check on her boyfriend. On the way, she decided to check the time, and was amazed to find that she'd been reading for over two hours. Between the whole second book, what she'd read in the first and her 'alone time', it did seem like she'd managed quite a bit.

As she pushed open the door to Rarity's working room, she was amazed to find outfits littering the floor. She didn't even bother trying to count them, amazed at the amount of work her friend could do in such a short time frame.

"Rarity, I, you, I mean... How?" She stuttered.

Rarity shot her a gentle smile. "Creation overcame me. I must admit, your little friend was quite amazing. I don't think many ponies could stand their way through a two hour fitting, but he's something else. He spoke with me in French the whole time too, such a gentleman. I'll warn you now Rainbow, he may not be in the best of moods right now, and I doubt he will ever willingly go through this again."

Rainbow smiled back at her friend, remembering her first fitting with Rarity, before grimacing a bit. "How much do I owe you?"

"No you don't Rainbow, you know my motto; I never accept bits for creations inspired by the customer. Besides, so few of my designs actually fit his... unique persona."

"But you'll lose so much money, not to mention the time it took to make all of these!"

"And I have almost 5 completely new fashion lines because of it, each composed of at least 8 outfits and most of which would only take a few tiny adjustments to be suitable for our kind. Plus, with the recent sale I made, this barely scratched the amount of bits I have available." She enthused. Rarity wasn't being entirely truthful at this point; it would take almost 500 bits to replace all the materials she'd spent, but in her eyes, it was an investment towards a very immediate future, not to mention the fact that there was no way Rainbow would be able to pay that off. "Now collect your charge and depart with his new wardrobe; it's getting late and I need to prepare myself for bed due to the fact that I have a big day tomorrow." She floated over a pair of saddlebags. "All of his clothes are in there; try not to shake them too much."

As Rarity made her escape into her kitchen, Maverick returned from the fitting room, wearing the same blue ensemble that he'd been wearing since day one and carrying a pair of blue track pants. Before Rainbow could say anything, he gave a huge sigh.

"That was exhausting! I've always hated shopping for clothes, but that was something else! That she-devil made me try on EVERY. SINGLE. THING. Even those she already knew would fail! If I ever need clothes again it'll be too soon." He slumped down on the dais.

"Sounds like someone's ready for bed. Come on, let's go home." Rainbow said, slipping both sets of saddlebags on her back and offering him a lift.

It was on the way home that Maverick realised that he hadn't paid for the clothes. He gave himself a mental rebuke, wishing to ask Rainbow how much it cost so he could pay her back, but unwilling to let her know that he'd conned some bits behind her back.

Instead, he asked: "Did you sign up for the race while you were at the Training center?"

"No, I forgot. Oh well, we'll drop by tomorrow."

The trip carried on in silence, and the pair got home without incident. There, Maverick finally got his shower and shave, discarding his used clothes for the pyjama's Rarity had made for him. For the second time since Maverick's arrival, they slept together in Rainbow's bed, one determined to keep things chaste for his partner, the other lusting for the exact opposite from her partner.