Further Off The Mark

Foreword

Foremost, I must advise that this novel is a direct sequel to "Off The Mark" and has established characters and scenes from that story. Therefore, I recommend reading that book before this one.

When I first conceived of the storyline, I had no idea that it was going to turn into the saga that it has become. The story started off with a lot of humor but, as it evolved, so did the main characters. So many what ifs posed and answered! Along with my collaborator, Jeff, we have tried our best to present an alternative take to canon events in the show. Sometimes it has been challenging, and others I could hardly wait to write. Even so, this book is longer than the first and Mark Wells’ story is not yet done. I hope that you enjoy the journey.

Bernard Doove, aka Goldfur

1: New Associates

I was finishing my morning ablutions, brushing the tangles out of my mane, when I paused to look at myself in the mirror. I mean really look at myself. After nearly eleven months in Equestria, I realized that I could barely remember what my human reflection looked like. The pony that stared back at me was far more familiar by this time and, to be truthful with myself, the person that I identified with now. While I had been shocked and dismayed at becoming a small equine with a green pelt of all things when I had first arrived in Equestria, that seemed totally normal to me now. When you live among a species that comes in all the colors of the rainbow, it’s very hard to stand out. Green ponies were less common though, and I liked that. In fact, I liked everything about my body now, right down to the wings that I was finally starting to master. Still figuring out my butt mark though.

On the face of it, I wasn’t a particularly outstanding pony, but somehow I had won the affection of several mares, one of whom also captured my heart and was now pretty much my fiancée. I had a position of prestige and power, and the respect of a large portion of the population. I even had an alternate form with more amazing abilities. I grinned at my reflection. Mark Wells – you are one lucky sonofabitch.

Are you going to stand there admiring yourself all morning, or will you be ready to be dressed soon? Steady Flight asked drolly.

I nearly jumped out of my skin at the unexpected voice. With my heart pounding in my chest, I turned to my smirking valet/best friend and glared at him. Can’t a handsome pony admire himself once in a while? I complained.

Yeah, but only if he likes to keep his marefriend waiting, he retorted.

Right. My Great and Powerful Special Somepony was not known for her patience. Good point. Be there in a moment.

I hastily completed my mane brushing and went to see what outfit Steady had chosen for me today. Trixie liked to see her stallion well-attired, and I rather liked the appreciative looks and kisses she gave me at the breakfast table in the mornings. No more snacking in the nude up in my room anymore. Hmmm. Actually, maybe I could interest Trixie in coming up to my room for dinner consisting of a couple of pizzas, perhaps some wine, and snuggles on the balcony while watching the stars. We’d been Special Someponies for a few days now and I reckoned that we were past due for a date night.

Later that day, I was sitting in my office preparing for the afternoon session of Day Court when my door burst open and somepony hurtled through and came to a crash-landing on my desk. I found myself staring into a face with fangs and slit eyes, a knife at my throat. I gulped nervously.

Bad date last night, Penumbra? I asked.

The thestral mare with flying fox coloration grinned and put away the knife. Great date, actually. Heard you needed a new personal bodyguard. Thought I’d see if the position is still open.

And the reason for scaring a year off my life is why?

To show you how unprepared you are and how much you need me.

And what would you have done about them? I pointed to the doorway.

Penumbra looked around and saw my two regular Royal Guards, Easy Breeze and Far Sight, glaring at her, one with a crossbow aimed and the other with a sword held in his magic, ready to swing in an instant. The mare shrugged. Bad plan if I intended to escape, but great plan if I was a suicidal assassin. You’d be dead already.

Good point. Now, unless you wish to be perforated and/or filleted, I suggest that you get off my desk.

The thestral back-winged and came to a soft landing in front of the desk. I dismissed the Guards with a wave of my hoof.

Okay, you’ve gotten my attention. Why do you want to be my personal bodyguard?

Ooh, I could say that I have ambition and it would be true. The prestige would be nice too. I might be after the pay raise – I could use a few more bits each week. But the truth is that I’m bored.

I cocked my head and raised an eyebrow. Bored?

Yeah. Since Princess Luna disappeared, we Night Guard have had next to nothing to do but dull patrols. I want to get where the action is, and that seems to be around you most of the time nowadays.

A bit too often lately, actually, I grumbled. I’d prefer a bit of peace and quiet. Ironically, you’d be charged with giving me that.

Penumbra smiled confidently. The best bodyguards make sure to hog all the fun.

I grinned. I liked the thestral when she was introduced to me by her weightlifter friend the other day, and she certainly was more interesting than the two admittedly competent stiffs that were outside the door. I had blown off attempts to assign me a new personal bodyguard since I dismissed Crimson Boulder, settling for several Royal Guards if I left the palace. I would have done without them too except Trixie would have a fit if I went out without protection. As she was in the right this time, I only griped a little. The fact was – I just didn’t want anypony getting that personally involved with me after being disappointed by someone that I had considered a friend. Seemed I had let my guard down in more than one way though because Penumbra was growing on me. However…

The majority of the trips are made during the day – won’t that be a problem for you?

Pfft! She waved a wing dismissively. I have some cool shades and I actually like the feel of the sun on my fur.

I pictured the bat-pony in Ray-Ban sunglasses, giving a fang-filled sneer at some poor wretch who dared to accost me. Sounded awesome, actually.

Alright – you’ve intrigued me and I’m prepared to give you a trial. You just have to convince Princess Trixie to approve you. I suggest that you don’t try the same stunt that you pulled on me though.

Why does the Princess have to approve the appointment?

She might not like the… ah… competition, I replied.

Penumbra grinned. Hey, you know who I went out on a date with last night, so no problems there, right?

You’d be surprised, I replied, not willing to tell the lesbian mare any more than that. Now shoo! I have work to do before Court starts.

Okay. Catch you later! she replied confidently.

I smirked after the retreating thestral. Terrible personality for a professional Royal Guard but I could see why Luna had liked the mare. Her weightlifter friend, Maximum ‘Maxi’ Lift, had told me a lot about her stint in Luna’s personal squad, and now I realized that she’d been laying the groundwork for today’s impromptu interview. I reckoned that Penumbra had a lot of potential. Now if only Trixie didn’t screw this up for me. While my marefriend had indicated that she was willing to share her stallion, the number included in that concession was exactly two others right now. The fact that I could become a mare only made things worse. Thank God I didn’t turn into a copy of Luna! Anyway, that was a complication that I would deal with later. It would be worth it to be able to get out of the palace without a damn retinue!

I wrapped up my work and put the files relevant to this afternoon’s needs into a folder which I tucked under a wing. I then headed for the dining hall to have the lunchtime meal. Never go into a court session on an empty stomach! I had learned the hard way how some had gone overtime due to urgency requiring an immediate resolution, and my stomach was a growling cavern by the time it was done.

Trixie arrived at the same time as I did and I gave her a quick kiss before we entered the room. While we expected to find Raven Inkwell there, surprisingly, Twilight Sparkle was present also. Not that she wasn’t entitled to lunch after her morning court session, but that she usually wasn’t that prompt. Very frequently, she would hang around the throne room just chatting with somepony as befitted the Princess of Friendship. The fact that she wasn’t alone might have something to do with it though.

Twilight smiled when she saw us enter and greeted us. Then she looked over to her companion – a unicorn mare with a light yellowish-gray coat, and red mane and tail with purple highlights which strongly reminded me of Twilight’s own mane-style. Only the short topknot was significantly different. She had purple eyes seen through large black-rimmed spectacles, and a cutie mark of a crescent moon and three stars. She also wore a very dowdy turtleneck jumper.

I’d like you to meet my friend, Moon Dancer. I invited her to have lunch with me. I hope you don’t mind.

We didn’t mind, but company always put Trixie into Princess mode, and I valued our semi-informal lunchtimes with Raven. Still, it wasn’t as if we didn’t have guests occasionally, and Twilight had an equal right to do so.

Trixie smiled benevolently at Moon Dancer. It’s always a pleasure for us to meet one of our little ponies. Princess Twilight hasn't mentioned your name before, as far as Trixie knows.

We… ah… recently reconnected, Your Highness, Moon Dancer replied.

Twilight said, I’m embarrassed to admit that I let my old friendships slip while I was concerned with other matters, and my move to Ponyville took me away from regular contact. I had some bridges to re-build, but Moonie and I are getting to know each other once again. I invited her to spend a morning in Day Court to see what I do and to meet you too.

The Great and Wise Trixie is pleased that you show such interest in our endeavors, Moon Dancer. Can you really spare this much time from your work though?

Moon Dancer licked her lips and hesitated. I am a scholar, actually. I make my own hours.

I see. What subjects do you study?

Everything, Your Highness.

Everything? Trixie was not aware that any university offered such a course, she said with a small smirk.

Oh, no. I graduated from Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns the same year as Twilight. I’ve just continued studying on my own.

Trixie frowned. If you are not a registered student nor employed, how do you earn money to pay for food or shelter?

I get a stipend from the Royal Treasury.

I see. And what do you do in return for this stipend?

I… do research.

For whom?

No one, Your Highness. I seek knowledge for its own sake.

Trixie walked up to Moon Dancer and regarded her for a long, uncomfortable moment. So – correct Trixie if she misunderstands the situation. You are paid to read books all day and you do nothing else?

Twilight’s eyes widened and her ears folded back. Hey! You make that sound like a crime!

Trixie held up a hoof in a wordless demand for silence. Princess Twilight, hold your peace. Trixie is not finished. The faux alicorn returned her attention to the unicorn. Please answer Trixie’s question.

Moon Dancer seemed to wither a bit under Trixie’s stern gaze. That is… ah… essentially true.

Trixie nodded, turned away, and headed for her chair. Trixie sees why she is your friend, Princess Twilight. Nevertheless, while Trixie understands the value of a good education, having been an alumnus of Celestia’s school too, we also expect that knowledge to be put to good use.

Yeah, like you did with your traveling magic act, Twilight muttered almost inaudibly.

Trixie shot her a sharp glance before continuing. Your stipend will be terminated as of now.

Moon Dancer gasped, and I was not a little surprised too, but I suspected my marefriend was up to something so I held my tongue. Twilight wasn’t quite so restrained.

You can’t do that! Moon Dancer does valuable work!

Valuable to whom? Trixie asked snidely.

Well… to me, anyway.

Trixie grinned like a shark that had caught its prey. Exactly. It’s time to put that knowledge and ability to use. Raven Inkwell has been barely coping with the workload after the backlog from the Season. It’s time that she was given an assistant. Raven will continue to attend to Trixie’s Court sessions, but Moon Dancer will now fulfill that role for you, Princess Twilight. She will be paid a wage commensurate with that position, and she can continue her studies when not required in Court. She smiled smugly and looked at Moon Dancer. Unless you would prefer to find a job as a shop assistant or foalsitter, perhaps?

Moon Dancer looked stunned. I… that is… it sounds fair to me, Your Highness.

Twilight’s mood flipped to enthusiastic excitement. That’s a great idea, Trixie! That’ll give Moonie and me more time together as well as giving her meaningful employment.

Sounds good to me too, I said. But can we get on with lunch now? I’m starving!

After the food was served up, conversation mostly devolved upon discussion of how Moon Dancer would take up her new responsibilities. It was agreed that Raven would coach her through the first few times and henceforth she would report to Raven after each Court session for a probationary period until she got into the swing of things.

Trixie said, "Oh, and one other thing. Have Moon Dancer see the Royal Seamstress to find something more suitable than… that to wear. She glared disdainfully at the unicorn’s worn jumper. She must present a certain standard in the throne room lest she be mocked by the nobles and cast Princess Twilight in a poor light."

I had to agree with Trixie on that one – presentation was everything, especially to the nobles.

Now that Moon Dancer was officially assigned to be Twilight’s assistant, there was no reason to put off my question. Would you mind putting up a privacy bubble please, Twilight? Just over the five of us.

She nodded and her horn glowed. A translucent hemisphere covered Raven, Trixie, Moon Dancer, Twilight, and myself, rendering us inaudible to the wait-staff.

Moon Dancer, everything we will discuss here is protected at the highest level of Equestrian security. It will not be written down or talked about without security measures comparable to this.

The yellow unicorn nodded. I understand. Thank you for including me in this discussion.

I smiled. Scheduling related to these topics will certainly fall within your responsibilities, so welcome aboard! I turned back to Twilight. How is progress going with your teams of researchers investigating ways to counter threats to Equestria?

Moon Dancer raised an eyebrow but didn’t interrupt. Twilight grinned and started dancing on her hooves. Oh, it’s going great! I have nine teams working under me now. I limit my input to ten minutes per day for each team when I’m here in town or a one scroll status update with the same space restriction for the guidance I return. All but two members of the Guild of Mages are now involved, and not always as team leaders. Some are just born researchers and not good at project management, which is fine.

She waved a forehoof as she frowned. We kept having problems with getting upgrades and gadgets accepted by the military, so I ordered that no research team move on to the next project until all problems found in the initial field checkouts had been solved to the brass’ and non-coms’ satisfaction. In return, the military agreed not to allow the project scope to evolve unless a Level One or Level Two critical vulnerability was discovered. If they want more changes, they need to submit the upgrades as a separate project for evaluation and scheduling.

So far, twenty-two projects have been completed with another five in various stages of testing. Eight finished projects are related to the changeling threat, which is in line with a third of the teams dedicated to those issues. Twilight smiled. I swear the teams are getting more efficient, too! They just don’t need as much supervision and are getting better at working their way through problems on their own. And I love the Cost-Benefit Analysis tool. I use it for my other research as well.

Twilight’s eyes widened for a moment. Oh! I almost forgot. Your care package came in. She opened her saddlebags and a familiar wide blister pack levitated out. The packaging broke apart in her magic, leaving ten glorious ballpoint pens floating in the air—two each of five different colors. The imminent end of months of sharpening quills and getting ink stains all over my hooves made me hop up and down once in joy.

That got a snort of laughter out of Trixie. And these trinkets are?

The purple alicorn glanced at me and then to her co-ruler. The world that Sunset Shimmer now calls home has these ‘ballpoint pens.’ Mark saw one that Sunset sent through the portal to me and asked for a supply. They act like a quill with an internal ink well that lasts for many hours.

May I try one? asked Raven.

I frowned as a green pen floated to Raven and she set to work on her clipboard. Trixie leaned on the arm of her chair to watch her assistant scribble away. Actually, that was fine. Raven probably needed one even more than I did. She certainly took more notes.

I turned back to see Moon Dancer pulling a black pen out of Twilight’s field, pulling off the cap and placing it on the blunt end at Twilight’s suggestion. This was followed by a minute or so of pen scratching noises in stereo. Having trouble getting the letters to look right, I heard Raven grumble.

Twilight looked up at me apologetically. I’m sorry, Mark, but I used up mine then disassembled it for study. I’ll need one for personal use, and there are two projects regarding quick messaging between the troops that need to use a pen as well. These might be just the special trick needed to make them work. Three of the ballpoint pens – one blue, one red, and one green – floated back into her saddlebag, leaving five.

Got it! declared Raven proudly. Everypony gathered around to look at her notepad.

I blinked. My mind was blown. But… you can’t change the width of a stroke with a ballpoint pen.

And how would you know? asked Raven.

I thought quickly. Twilight let me use hers quite a bit. It just makes an even-width line. That’s how it’s designed to work. How did you…?

Rather than answering my question, she flipped to a new page and continued writing.

She sighed. A bit rough, but I’m sure I’ll get better with practice. Just takes regulating the amount of pressure and a steady horn. Oh, and I’ll need this one and three other colors for my special project of looking for clues in Celestia’s diaries; plus one for my work in Day Court.

Twilight levitated four more over to the white unicorn, leaving me aghast. Only a single blue pen remained floating in front of the alicorn as she spoke. Oh, that’s right. How is that going? Any solid leads?

I interrupted. Wait a minute. Why do you need five pens exactly?

Starting from the last diary entry, I’ve been working backward in time, creating two items as I go. The synopsis stays in chronological order and uses four colors of ink to summarize the entries into four categories: Personal, Magic, Equestria, and Foreign Affairs. The reference cards give the volume number and date for every time Celestia used key phrases or referred to an individual or topic. I’ve just started the eleventh volume, number fifty-four, but progress is starting to slow with the increasing number of entries on each card that have to be checked for patterns.

Trixie said. And what patterns have you detected?

Celestia was an absolute master at manipulating world events. Time and time again potential threats were dealt with proactively and not allowed to fester. Everything from overt bribes to assassination or as she called them ‘liberation missions.’ I’ve given relevant details to the Foreign Relations department, but with each passing day, the information grows more stale.

Her ears drooped. Celestia’s agents around Equis would report to her directly, often because of obligations or friendships that spanned generations. They owed their allegiance to her, not to Equestria. Having a pony contact them to try to re-establish that connection would be very dangerous for all involved, and the few times we have tried, our government’s pony was turned down flat. Add to that the scroll delivery system is somehow tied to the magic of the sun itself. One of Twilight’s projects is to try to recreate this mechanism so we can use it as an alternative to dragonfire.

Twilight’s body stiffened, then she took a deep breath. Any clues where they might have gone?

Raven shook her head sadly. I’ve found exactly zero references to other dimensions or traveling through the mirror portals. As soon as I find anything, I’ll let everypony know right away.

I looked down and frowned. That answer I could have guessed. I had heard some of the rest from an earlier summary. Anything that important would have been brought to our immediate attention.

While I was distracted, Trixie leaned forward and grabbed the last pen with her hoof.

Hey! Those are my pens! Sunset gave them to me and I need at least one of them.

Trixie shrugged as the other three mares tried to hide their smiles. And you can doubtless ask for many more. But for right now, I need one for my magic homework assignments and royal correspondence. Everypony else here has a job or task with a higher priority than your note-taking in court, even if only slightly. I must compliment your initiative though. She examined her pen closely. This is indeed superior in many ways to a quill and ink bottle, so thank you for these.

There was a chorus of Thank-yous all around as I flattened my ears. I couldn’t fault Trixie’s logic, but I suspected this had just a little to do with the fact I was the only stallion in the group. "Can… no, may I please borrow one of those pens, Raven?"

Twilight held up a forehoof to stop Raven from answering. Hmm… Perhaps we should put this to a vote? I don’t want him accidentally losing one. That got a laugh from Trixie and a quick chuckle from Raven and Moon Dancer. I think the fact I was grinding my teeth had something to do with their amusement.

I’ll sweeten the deal, I said. "Loan me a pen and I’ll not bite each of you on the flank."

That caused Moon Dancer to stare at me with wide eyes. You wouldn’t!

I grinned as wide as I could. I would start with yours.

Meep! The yellow unicorn’s magic winked out and she dropped her pen.

Trixie scoffed. Pay him no mind. He is ‘all bark and no bite’.

I turned to smile at my marefriend. That’s not what you said last night.

This time it was Trixie’s turn to have her magic cut out, followed by her entire face turning red.

Twilight howled with laughter. When she had calmed down, she tossed one of her pens my way. Here. You can use this for the rest of Day Court… which has a brand new meaning now. She poked me in the side. Congratulations to you both, by the way. It’s about time you two woke up and smelled each other… or perhaps it was—

Yes, yes, you are very clever, Princess Sparkle. Trixie had regained some of her composure and glared at me. There will be a reckoning for your actions today.

I grinned without shame. Sooner rather than later, I hope. That sounds like fun! Trixie rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

Moon Dancer picked up her pen and pointed it towards Trixie. Is it too late to change my mind? I had no idea this was such a pit of lunacy.

Tragically, yes, Miss Moon Dancer. We all must endure our burdens. She narrowed her eyes at me, leaving little doubt who she was referring to.

I picked up Trixie’s pen and offered it to her. She paused, then carefully took it with her hoof, perhaps thinking I had one more trick I was going to play on her.

Twilight cleared her throat. I’m going to drop the privacy bubble if everypony is ready. Trixie spent a few moments composing herself, then nodded.

After her purple field dissipated, Twilight pranced away, I’ll be in my lab if you need me. See you two starry-eyed foals at dinner!

Moon Dancer trotted close behind. I don’t think so. According to the schedule Raven gave me, you have a parade inspection, two department meetings, your horseshoe fitting…

As they left the dining hall, I heard the alicorn groan and saw her ears fold backward in annoyance.

Sergeant Penumbra of the Night Guard! the Sergeant-at-Arms announced.

I felt my eyebrows rise in surprise. I knew I’d told Penumbra to check with Trixie, but I didn’t expect her to do so in the middle of Day Court. Just getting onto the list for today meant that she must have planned to do so at least a day in advance. I was beginning to get even more impressed with her foresight.

The thestral marched up to the throne dressed in full formal Guard armor and bowed to Trixie.

The faux alicorn gave me a glance before addressing Penumbra. This is most unusual, Sergeant Penumbra. What is so important that you need petition the Great and Powerful Trixie instead of working through normal channels?

Your Highness, I am seeking the position of personal bodyguard to the Grand Vizier. He has given his conditional acceptance pending your approval.

Is that so? Trixie asked, raising a curious eyebrow as she turned to me for clarification.

I said, Sergeant Penumbra gave a convincing argument for assuming the post. She has the necessary skills and the personality to fit the job. Given how closely she will need to work with me, I felt it desirable for you to give the final blessing. Or to paraphrase, I wanted to cover my ass and let my marefriend know that I wanted a female to be my bodyguard.

Trixie gave me a flat look. Do you think a mare is better suited to watch over you?

She would be better qualified to pull unwanted ponies off of me, at least, I reminded her quietly.

She whispered back, "A point, but will Trixie need to pull her off of you?"

Penumbra prefers mares.

Not a compelling argument in your case.

Would you prefer trying to pull a stallion off Marklestia? I inquired archly.

My marefriend shuddered at that memory. Trixie did not need that image in her head. She turned back to Penumbra and raised her voice back to a normal level. The Great and Wise Trixie grants your petition. Your duties begin immediately.

Penumbra bowed again to Trixie. Thank you, Princess. She then moved to a position at the side of dais near to me. She flashed me a grin before putting on her stoic Royal Guard face.

I gave her a wink before turning my attention back to the court.

Penumbra was present during the remainder of Day Court. That suited me fine because I needed to go shopping for a horn ring tomorrow – one suitable for a princess and the mare who made me realize that bachelorhood wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. I made my new bodyguard aware of my plans when the session concluded before Trixie and I headed up to my room. Pizza waited for nopony!

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2: Status Change

I found Penumbra waiting outside the door to my room the next morning, ready and eager to be my shadow. She was smirking, undoubtedly because of something that she had just said to the door guards which I had only heard muffled by the intervening wood. Whatever she had told them had left both red-faced despite their efforts to make their expressions professionally neutral when I emerged. I recognized Dauntless Blade as one of Trixie’s door guards the time she had said something that sounded salacious when heard out of context just as I was emerging from her room. Recalling how he’d reacted then, I paused to stare at the stallion as if I’d heard everything. He got even redder and I saw beads of sweat start to form. I let him stew for a few seconds longer before turning away and saying to my bodyguard, Really, Penumbra?

Yep! she replied with a huge fang-bearing smile.

As we trotted off to breakfast, I still had no idea what they were talking about, but I didn’t care. I’d finally gotten my revenge on that guard! Maybe Easy Breeze or Far Sight would learn what it was from their comrade later and tell me about it. Then I could enjoy it all over again!

Trixie had the morning Court session that day, so I couldn’t go shopping until the lunch break. As the Sergeant-At-Arms closed the throne room doors, I said to Trixie, Penumbra and I are going to Donut Joe’s for lunch. She’s going to show me a trick with a couple of choc-iced rings and a bear claw. Wanna come along?

Trixie stared at me for a long moment before shaking her head in exasperation. Truly, you are from another world, Radiarc Bells. If you don’t wish to tell Trixie what you’re really going to do, just say so.

I gave her a nuzzle. I’m just going to do a little shopping and observe how Penny works a crowd. I’ll pick up something a tad more nourishing for myself than a donut, I promise. I saw Penumbra wince at the nickname I’d given her. Maybe next time she wouldn’t bring a knife to a job interview.

My marefriend nuzzled me back. Have fun, but not too much!

I hear and obey, O Great and Powerfully Sexy Trixie.

She gave me a telekinetic swat on the rump as I descended the throne’s dais. Worth it!

As we emerged from the throne room, Penumbra said, You’ve got me thinking of all the things Maxi and I can do with Joe’s pastries.

I chuckled. You can figure that out later. We have lunch and a much more important errand to get done first.

All you’ve told me so far is that you want my opinion on something. Can I make a guess?

Dazzle me with your powers of observation!

You’re shopping for a gift for your Special Somepony, she replied confidently.

Trixie and I still kept things strictly businesslike when in public, but we were much less restrained in the presence of only our closest confidantes. Penumbra hadn’t been with me long, but she would have been blind not to have realized how Trixie and I felt about each other. Still… Close, but not quite.

Oh? What did I miss?

I’m going to buy an engagement ring for her.

A puzzled expression crossed Penumbra’s face. A what?

After a little under a year here, I still had things to learn about Equestria, and it seemed I may have just stumbled upon another. Where I come from, it’s customary to offer a ring when proposing marriage. If she accepts, then she will wear the ring to show her commitment.

Oh! A promise ring! That’s the kind of thing that only the nobility normally bothers with. The average pony can’t afford both a promise ring and a wedding ring, even if they subscribe to that tradition.

I didn’t realize that. Still, I’d like to bring some of my customs into the relationship, and it’s not as if I can’t afford it. A Grand Vizier gets paid decently well.

You’re confident that Princess Trixie will accept your suit then?

"Yep. Heck, she practically proposed to me!"

You make that sound unusual, Penumbra said with a raised eyebrow.

I sometimes forget that it’s a mare-dominated society, so one proposing to a stallion shouldn’t have surprised me. Nevertheless, I wanted this particular tradition to be more like what I was used to. Don’t mind me – I have some weird ideas occasionally.

Just occasionally? she asked with a broad grin.

I gave the mare a flat look. Yeah. Last time, I hired a smart-ass batpony. I gotta stop doing crazy things like that.

Crazy like marrying the Great and Powerful Trixie?

I grew serious for a moment. No. For once, I think I’m being perfectly sane. We’re both an odd fit for most ponies, but we go well together. I was a committed bachelor until now.

Now you just ought to be committed, Penumbra chortled.

Just for that, I’m not buying you lunch, I said with an exaggerated huff.

Aw! I’ll be good, she whined. So – I’m guessing you want my help in choosing a ring?

Yep. I’m almost totally ignorant of what is appropriate, and I don’t want a jeweler to pull a fast one on me either.

Hmm… I can’t say that I’m an expert, but I’ll offer my opinion. Might have a look around for something while we’re there.

We stepped out of the palace front gate and the Royal Guards stationed there snapped a salute to me. I nodded in acknowledgement while Penumbra put on her shades and her business face. We then headed down the road into the restaurant sector. While the ring was important, it was midday and I was hungry!

I chewed on my oatburger thoughtfully. Penumbra was already demolishing her third mango sundae and thoroughly ruining her dignified and serious bodyguard image. Not that I cared. The restaurant’s patrons goggled at the thestral’s antics or had a quiet chuckle. It was a pity that I needed to interrupt her.

Have you noticed that yellow unicorn mare with the blue mane? I asked.

You mean the one that followed us all the way from the castle? she replied without taking her eyes off her dish, barely pausing between spoonfuls of fruit and ice cream to talk.

Okay, I was impressed. I hadn’t noticed anyone following me that far back. So I’m not imagining that I’m being watched?

Nope. As long as that’s all she’s doing, I wouldn’t worry too much. Weirdo fans happen all the time.

Judging from her expression, she doesn’t strike me as a fan.

Me neither, but as long as she keeps her distance, she can do what she likes.

I didn’t bother asking what she’d do if the mare didn’t keep her distance. That was Penumbra’s job and I’d let her do it without me meddling unless it was really called for. Still, I had to wonder why I was being watched so closely.

With my hunger quenched and presumably Penumbra’s also, we headed off to the retail sector in search of a jeweler’s shop. I’d heard of one mentioned several times by various nobles showing off their latest bling, but I wasn’t sure where exactly it was. My bodyguard had a better idea of this area of town though, and it wasn’t too long before we entered the establishment of the Brilliant Cut Jewelry Emporium. I noticed a faint shimmer in the air as I passed over the threshold. Some kind of security spell, perhaps?

I may as well have walked into any such shop on Earth – exactly the same kind of ostentatious display of finely crafted jewelry that the average pony could never afford, all lovingly displayed on acres of black velvet with strategically placed lamps to bring out the highlights of the pieces. And, of course, one finely dressed and obsequious unicorn salespony waiting for me just inside the entrance, off to the side so as not to block my path. Barely glancing at the thestral, his eyes lit up upon recognizing me. I don’t think that I’d ever met the stallion before, but someone in his line of business undoubtedly knew all the upper echelon ponies. He approached me with an ingratiating smile.

Good afternoon, Grand Vizier Mark Wells. Welcome to my humble shop. My name Sparkling Brooch and it would be my great pleasure to assist you today.

Behind me, I heard a distinct ‘pop.’ Looking back, I saw Penumbra give me her most innocent look. I also noticed that she was standing exactly where the shield had been.

I turned back to the now frowning stallion and gave him my well-practiced neutral smile – it didn’t pay to seem too eager. Good day. I am interested in purchasing a promise ring for a Special Somepony. You come highly recommended by several nobles at the Court.

Ah! A delightful old tradition! I’m sure that I can find something that will suit both you and your Special Somepony’s taste. The unicorn ushered me toward one of the clear crystal display cases. Firstly, may I ask which tribe does the recipient belong to?

She’s a unicorn.

Excellent! Horn rings work so well to enhance a mare’s sophistication and elegance.

I rolled my eyes while he was occupied with extracting something from the case. Not that I hadn’t expected him to lay it on thick, but I certainly saw why the nobles liked him.

Grand Vizier, let me show you something that I guarantee no other jeweler in Canterlot has in their possession.

Sparkling Brooch levitated a black velvet box onto the countertop and opened it with a flourish. Inside was a thin, unassuming, silver-ish horn ring.

Aluminum, he breathed in awe. Aluminum like you’ve never seen before.

Behind me, Penumbra whistled.

I looked up at the proprietor and tried to sound impressed. Wow.

Nope. Just couldn’t manage it.

The jeweler didn’t notice. Salvaged from the ruins of the foundry of a First Age Sorcerer-King, this is likely the only example of eighty-five percent pure aluminum in all of Equestria. Lovingly crafted into this promise ring, the lucky mare receiving this will treasure it for generations. By any measure worth its fifty thousand bit price, wouldn’t you agree?

While the workmanship was adequate, it was evident that the lack of material had drastically limited the options available for the artist who created the ring. Frankly, it took an effort to take it seriously. If I hadn’t learned about how expensive and extremely rare pure aluminum was before an effective smelting process was invented, I would have laughed in the stallion’s face at the absurd price. Nevertheless, I sniffed an opportunity. I tapped my hoof on the crystal countertop as I smiled. I have an alternate proposal. What if I supply you with, say, a quarter pound of aluminum and you craft a beautiful horn ring that incorporates the elements I specify. In return, you can keep the rest of the raw metal as your payment. Does that sound fair?

Sparkling Brooch sputtered for a moment. Are you serious?

I nodded, smiling wider.

The fawning salespony was gone, replaced by the look of a calculating businessman. What purity?

I tried to remember what got mixed into aluminum alloys and couldn’t. Best to be on the safe side. At least ninety-five percent.

His eyes bored into mine, perhaps trying to detect some form of scam, then he held out his forehoof. Grand Vizier, it is a pleasure doing business with you.

As we left the Brilliant Cut, I asked my bodyguard, What do you think? Did the aluminum come from an ancient foundry?

Penumbra snorted. No... or at least, not directly. Do you know where I've seen metallic aluminum before?

I shook my head.

At the Royal Canterlot Museum, a few of the oldest suits of armor have threads of the metal added. Commander Hurricane's breastplate is there and has a wing design added in filigree. The method to extract the aluminum from ore was lost well before even Celestia and Luna's time.

I stopped in the middle of the street. Have there been any recent thefts from the museum? Or fakes substituted for the real pieces.

She smiled. You are devious, but no. I bet that an archeologist's graduate student uncovered then hid some armor fragments. After passing through a number of hands, the metals were recycled and given a clean provenance. Considering how little those students are paid, it's hardly surprising. Penumbra eyed me skeptically. I know that look. You’re scheming.

I tried to keep my expression neutral. I don’t know why you would think that. Just because I’ll be adding a special request to my next care package order…

Boy, did I ever get a reaction out of Twilight when I asked her to pass on a very specific request to Sunset! I recommended she added books on metallurgy and aluminum smelting to her own list. I also advised adding one on hydroelectric power generation if she planned to produce aluminum anytime soon. She took up the suggestion, but only because she was curious about the knowledge she would gain. The adorkable nerd wasn’t the slightest bit interested in the value of the metal at all!

During the week, Penumbra asked if Steady and I wanted to go someplace special that Friday right after Day Court. Apparently, "The Anticyclone was scheduled to blow in that weekend." My valet was more than excited, and I reluctantly agreed, even though neither of them would tell me exactly what it was.

That’s easy, said Steady. It’s a surprise.

Trixie was no help at all, just smirking when I asked. Not really my kind of place.

Thirty minutes before Day Court ended on Friday, Penumbra gave up her spot next to me and Far Sight took her place. I was curious, but apparently, this had been set up ahead of time, so I didn’t interrupt court proceedings to ask about it.

When the last petitioner left, my bodyguard stepped in just before the throne room doors closed. She was out of uniform and held a small purse. She raised her wings for emphasis. So are you coming or what? If we want a good seat, you’ve got to get a move on!

I turned to Trixie. Last chance to tell me exactly what I’m getting into.

She smirked. And spoil it? Trixie thinks not. She gave me a quick kiss and a level stare. You have fun.

I got the message. ‘Have too much fun at your own peril.’

I bowed. Yes, your worship.

She chuckled. Plenty of time for that later. Now off with you, Dowser. Still on her good side… for now.

I saw Penumbra was already airborne and headed for one of the staff exits. I put on some speed to catch up to her. Just let me head back to my room to change.

She shook her head. Nope! You look fine. Besides, Steady and Maxi are waiting for us just outside of castle airspace. Come on!

Penumbra nimbly wove through the columns separating the balcony from one of the many courtyards then climbed out of sight. I grumbled as I followed as best I could. Maneuverability was still a weak spot in my pegasus form. Once I rose above the castle rooftops, I saw a frowning Penumbra impatiently circling above me. A bit chagrined, I powered after her as she left the castle grounds, still heading upwards.

Two more specks approached and resolved into Steady Flight and Maximum Lift as I chased after my bodyguard. They took their places on either side of me with Penumbra in the lead perhaps thirty feet ahead of us.

Steady grinned at me. About time you showed up. Didn’t Penumbra tell you to hurry it up a bit?

I growled. Forgive me if I can’t keep up with all of you quite yet.

Maxi smiled. No problem, Mark. Unfortunately, the bodybuilding competitions I enter don’t give any more credit for flight muscles than they do for every other one. This is pretty much my… She paused with a wink. ... ‘Maxi speed’.

I rolled my eyes at the bad pun. Knowing this mare, it was doubtless the first of many to come. So why are we still climbing? I know for a fact we are way above the highest building in town.

In answer, the thestral mare stared forward. I saw Penumbra had leveled off her flight, and beyond her…

I whistled. What looked from below like any other cloudbank revealed its secrets once I got to this height. A sprawling resort complex made of sculpted clouds rested on top. Graceful spires and arches shifted in a gradient from dark blue to blinding white. Arching pathways connected the buildings that all rested on different levels. I could make out a four-storey-high hotel, a small stadium, several pools bathed in lights under the surface, and a large flat building covered in neon tubes that just started to light up as we approached. The sign over the entrance proudly declared The Anticyclone Bar and Grill.

As I touched down next to Penumbra, she grinned. Don’t let the sign fool you – this place is famous for being a dance club.

Maxi pushed her marefriend out of the way to get my attention. Don’t listen to her. Chef Gustave Cere-nare’s cuisine is famous across Equestria.

Penumbra flapped up onto Maxi’s back. "Yeah, since the Anticyclone travels all across Equestria, that’s kind of by definition, birdbrain."

Maxi shrugged her off with a playful swat of a forehoof. I’ll have you know that I have no choice but to eat a lot of protein to keep my muscles happy and body trim.

And of course you might as well only have the best, right?

I didn’t settle for anyone but you, now did I?

They shared a kiss and a smile.

I cleared my throat before they got too distracted with each other. I thought we were in some kind of hurry?

Penumbra waved a forehoof. Nah. I’m good with the maître d’. We got reservations.

As she trotted towards the building entrance I said, So why the big rush to get up here?

She shrugged. Just wanted to get the weekend started. Anything’s more fun than waiting for you to freshen up.

I sighed and followed the mares.

Steady chortled as he jogged past me. She’s right you know. I swear you are worse than a mare sometimes.

I raised my head and gave my valet a glare. He just laughed and continued on ahead of me. In my head, I added a tally mark to a list I was keeping.

After Penumbra exchanged a hug and quick conversation with the well-dressed pegasus stallion at the entrance, we were shown to our table, which consisted of two red alcove benches on either side of a circular table. Each bench could fit two ponies – I suppose to allow two couples to sit next to their dates while they socialized. However, the mares got to the table first and Steady ended up sitting beside Maxi while I sat next to my bodyguard. I was curious if this was because of Penumbra’s ongoing duty to protect my person but decided not to comment.

We got our drink and food orders in early and were soon feasting on blackened trout on steamed rice accented with a spicy kale and kidney bean salad. It was delicious and reminded me of Cajun cooking back home. True to her word, Maxi ordered three servings and the wait staff somehow brought each successive plate out just after she finished the previous. The meal was made even better by Maximum Lift’s stories of the outrageous antics her fellow weightlifters got into. Between whirlwind romances, crazy superstitions, and wildly different diets and workout regimens, Steady and I were convinced the professional rivals spent more time arguing with each other than competing!

As we waited for DJ Pon-3 to set up her gear on the parquet flooring that covered the stage, talk shifted to Maxi’s plans for the future. Actually, I’m thinking of taking a break from competing for a bit. It’s all I’ve done and all I’ve cared about for years, but now with Penumbra in my life, I’m half-tempted to borrow me a stallion who isn’t easily breakable. Maybe try my hoof at foal-rearing for a couple of years and see if there really is life outside the gym and the spotlights on the stage. She turned to me and grinned widely, baring her rather long fangs. I noticed Steady recoil backward slightly. So what do you think, Mr. Grand Poobah? Are you good breeding material, and more importantly, how quickly do you heal?

I rolled my eyes. This kind of over-the-top flirtation was nothing new. I am so tragically sorry, my dear friend. With great reluctance, I must turn down your request because of the supremely unfair social mores of this time. No matter how strongly and passionately I might desire your flanks, my high status makes me completely unattainable. However, I will remember you if a position opens up for somepony to be my personal slave and broodmare.

That got a head shake from Maxi while Penumbra roared with laughter. After several seconds, my bodyguard calmed down enough to say, Oh, how the tables have been turned! A brand new collar and a rubber bone for you! Fetch, girl!

Maxi leaned towards me and closed her jaws with an exaggerated snap. Then she smiled. I had forgotten how filthy your mind is, Mark. Still, you make a point. I just don’t rank in your social strata.

I waved a hoof at Steady. How about I sacrifice my loyal retainer to the cause? As long as you have him out of a full body cast and traction in a couple of months, then I’m fine with it.

Steady frowned. Ha, ha, Mark. Very funn-GERK!

Maxi had interrupted his speech by pulling his lower jaw down with a hoof and was ignoring his wide-eyed panic. Hmmmm… Good teeth. Decent muscle tone. I think this one’s a keeper. Penumbra and I couldn’t help but laugh at Maxi’s antics.

Steady finally got Maxi’s hoof dislodged and pulled his head back with a frown. No, I don’t think so. I try very hard to avoid the kind of excitement that puts me in the hospital.

I smirked and erased Steady’s recently acquired tally mark in my head. Don’t listen to him. He’s just shy and afraid to say how much he enjoys the sight of fangs.

Both mares caught Steady’s look of terror and betrayal that he shot my way. Unfortunately for him, this delay was more than enough time for Penumbra to scoot onto the bench on his other side, trapping him between two dangerous mares. Their fangs were on full display mere inches away from his face. I could see his body shaking from across the table.

I waved a hoof. You work with thestrals most every day, Steady. Best to use conditioning therapy to get over your irrational fears now.

Those fears didn’t look entirely irrational as my valet sat frozen in place, his neck being licked, nuzzled, and brushed with fangs from both sides. He stammered out, L-l-ladies. No means no!

Awwwwww! Both thestrals backed off and gave each other a knowing smile.

Steady took several deep breaths while Penumbra sat back on my bench and turned to look at him. In all honesty, Steady Flight, I have to agree with Mark. You really should get over that phobia of yours. It can only hold you back. I can recommend a few fun mares for you to meet. And they aren’t nearly as forward as the two of us.

Maxi said, Are you thinking of Bent Bar?

That got her a glare. Maxi, dear, that girl is probably three-quarters earth pony. Yeah, she’s shy except when on stage, but even I wouldn’t want to be near her hooves when she gets excited.

Hmmm. I suppose you’re right. Free Weights is in the bantamweight class and she’s single right now.

Is that the one with the… kind of dangerous fetish?

Maximum Lift clopped a hoof to her forehead. I forgot! Yeah, the reason she’s single is that her guy is still in the hospital. So that’s a ‘probably not’ for her, then. For his part, Steady shuddered.

A clear tone cut through the air, which was quickly reduced in volume. All of us turned to see DJ Pon-3 look up from her keyboard and control panel, sending a test tone through each of the many speakers in turn. She had her trademark sunglasses on and her headphones covered only one ear as she evaluated each speaker’s output. Lying down on the stage near her, a willowy unicorn mare was dressed in a material that looked like liquid silver. Her horn glowed and several compact light platforms slowly orbited around her. Occasionally, a spotlight on the platforms would flash different colors or the structures would rotate on one of their axes. As I watched, one dipped below the cloud surface of the dance floor, lighting the area from below before re-emerging seconds later.

Penumbra clopped her hooves together. I told you this would be awesome, didn’t I? This is going to be awesome!

Let the record state that being part of a flock of happy pegasi, griffons, and thestrals flying around the dance floor to techno music while lights flashed everywhere was indeed awesome. The magic of Harmony flowed through me and everypony else that night. At times, every flyer moved in lockstep in a spiraling dance that had exactly one mind and one soul, all guided by the DJ and her music. Being able to relax my ego and join into something greater than myself was an experience I would not forget. Once again, Steady’s claim that being a pegasus was amazing was proven right.

Hours later, many of the dancers chose to stay at the resort hotel, but our foursome flew back to Canterlot. Soon I was resting in Trixie’s bed with my marefriend. She was snoring lightly, her head on my barrel. Despite the lateness of the hour and my physical exhaustion, I wasn’t quite ready to sleep. That experience was so incredible that I started making plans. I knew that functional prosthetic wings were on the list of projects Twilight’s research teams were considering. Failing that, maybe I could arrange for the return of Steady Flight-winged Trixie to join me when the Anticyclone moored itself next to Canterlot again.

Of course, I’d have to get on Steady’s good side before that could happen. Maybe I could just ignore the remaining tally marks he had left on the clipboard in my mind.

. . .

Nah.

Who am I kidding? Where’s the fun in that?

The first visit back to Ponyville since my enforced two-week stay was also the first by my new bodyguard. Up until now, I had no complaints about her unwavering dedication to her job, and I enjoyed having her around. But I had yet to reveal my secret to her and I desperately wanted to get in some flying time with Rainbow Dash. While I wasn’t in any hurry to be a mare again, the best part of my Marklestia form was its superior flight capabilities and I wanted to stretch my wings. Ditching Penumbra proved difficult, but I managed to get her to take a short break by leaving her at Friendship Castle with the promise that I’d take two of the Royal Guards with me. As they were from Twilight’s regular squad, they already knew I could shape-change, so that wasn’t a problem.

Not my fault if they couldn’t keep up with Rainbow and me!

Of course, I introduced Penumbra to all my friends. She was very puzzled when some of the townsfolk addressed me as Your Highness, and she questioned why they did that and why I didn’t correct them.

I grinned. One day soon, I’ll explain the reason behind that. And trust me – nothing I have ever said has persuaded those ponies to stop calling me that, so now I just let it slide.

She gave me a hard stare as if I was trying to pull a fast one on her, but she couldn’t see the joke. I was really looking forward to seeing the expression on her face when I showed her my best party trick once she passed her trial period.

The look on Sparkling Brooch’s face was the highlight of my day when I hoofed over the ingots of aluminum to him. I presume that despite his avarice, he had still been skeptical of my ability to produce the rare metal. The four-inch ingots were actually cut from a commercially available flat extrusion about three-quarter inches wide by three-eighths thick. The real cost was a pittance compared to its value in Equestria. I could see dreams of vast profits in the stallion’s eyes as he regarded the three shiny bars of the nearly pure metal.

I trust that this is sufficient incentive to produce a ring worthy of my Special Somepony in an expeditious manner? I asked haughtily.

Without taking his eyes off the aluminum, the jeweler replied, My Lord, this will buy you my undivided attention for the next several days, and your sketch has already been approved by my head craftspony. You have my word that your commission will be treated with the utmost discretion. Nopony outside this shop will know of it until you give us permission to advertise that fact. I will inform you when the ring is ready.

I said, Looking forward to it!

I admit to being surprised at how quickly the ring was completed mere days later. However, it fitted well with my plans for a special night with Trixie culminating with my formal proposal. I hastened to the Brilliant Cut to pick it up before the afternoon Day Court session. Sparkling Brooch greeted me eagerly, almost like a colt with a new toy. He ushered me over to a locked cabinet which he opened and drew