Seafoam Wake

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Hunger is a poignant pain. Hunger gnaws and corrodes into a chasm of emptiness if u
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~~Content warning: Description of borderline starvation~~

Hunger is a poignant pain. Hunger gnaws and corrodes into a chasm of emptiness if unattended. Every creature is hungry now and then. In Equestria there is often plenty to go around, even for the magical and tenacious creatures of the Everfree Forest. Thus, few creatures experience hunger. Those who live at the far edges outside society, or the diamond dogs for example, who do not sufficiently plan to build an efficient one themselves. Even for these, the least in hierarchy's tall ladder, hunger can be appeased before the walls are eroded completely. But some creatures learned to harness the chasm of misery. How to lean into the empty space and find peace within that darkness. They who practice the little-known art of meditative fasting...

It was time to feed. It had been for about a week. The grasping, choking pits in her gut yearned for relief from famine and decay.
Seafoam was becoming exhausted. Fasting was not new to the Huntress, she could withstand a week's withdrawal and yet perform her duties. This was a hearken back to her warrior days to train head and shoulders above the best. Not even the Royal Guard measured to her resilience and skill. Certainly there were none who would voluntarily starve for a week, just for the meditation. Nay, neither would Seafoam. Normally a fast held a few days, enough for hunger pangs to settle deep and draw your full focus. Give the mind an anchor point to align with the body. But this is different. The Huntress has been testing herself. Even half vampires don't strictly need food. Yes it has much the same value to them as it does to ponies, but like four walls, you really only need a roof and a foundation for a home. Blood was such for the vampire. Leaves, grains, and stalk remain great for satisfaction, but conditions without mammal blood are dire. Half vampires such as The Huntress tacitly desire blood after 18 days. By day 25 they crave richly. Day 36 is the limit, sparking the a blind frenzy. In a Blood Frenzy it does not matter how many perish, or what quantities they drink. Only time, blood, and the mind's constitution can the end their trance. Tragically a vampire doesn't die if they don't find any blood to drink despite their frenzy. They only become dull and tired. Every starved breath in agony. Every wayward vessel, a target for their grief. Every vampire's craving for blood is a biological need. Our millennia's Huntress held silent atop her preferred meditation hill. It overlooked almost everything a good view could need: a freshwater stream, pristine meadows, huge trees that shook distantly in the breeze, and fluffy white clouds gliding above. Here the aqua pegasus could be far from civilized distractions, even most wild creatures. At this hilltop she could melt as one with her world. Nothing disturbed her deepest meditations here. But she was in so much pain. Unique pain she sought in order to study of her vampirism. Hunger pains were nominal experiences, she understood and utilized that pain. It's the vampiric craving that dries her, pulling the very willpower from her mind. Seafoam elected to fast from pony foods 7 days ago, knowing the vampiric craving would reach its fever pitch as well. Dated calendars allow her to keep track of her last feeding, so conceptually she understood her limits. Seeking to experience them at full power for herself, she took her leave from Ponyville and came out here to focus on her state. It took 5 days before her state became agonizing. She balanced on the brink of control all through the day and night. It was here she learned the new pangs of vampiric thirst. Dry and sandy pangs drilled through her stomach, her throat burned and swelled, and most painful of all her fangs felt hollow and sensitive. Muscles along the roof of her mouth burned and held tense, sometimes throbbing against her gums, desperate to feel fur or flesh for the fangs to pull fresh blood from. It felt no wonder a Blood Frenzy was inevitable, just as death for starvation. Cognizant of all hunger meditation's cycles, she grit her teeth and bore such pain until noon the sixth day. For her efforts she was awarded a dull peace, and her most earnest meditation began. A time she could focus on her body, and take notes to its state. paradoxically, she felt incredibly alive. But now it is the seventh day. Seafoam knew there was no more peace to be found in her meditation. It could only go downhill from here...

Energy had become a sparse resource. Apathy had set. This practice had one final purpose before she was allowed to eat. Pain. Tests are most challenging at their conclusion, and here she lay in the grass, succumbed to her misery. Sleep was no easy way out anymore. She'd fallen asleep after her meditative session across the sixth day and no longer desired rest. There were no ways to skip her self-imposed torment, only endure to the other side. Somehow she had to make it to the eighth day of her fast. Despite every shallow breath a tormentous effort, her every extremity dull with neglect, and everything from her mouth to her stomach in dire pain, The Huntress had to pull through. With the willpower to endure this, she could survive anything.

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Seafoam and I did not linger in the forest clearing for long. Other than to further scrutinize her being here, we've shared little by way of conv
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Seafoam and I did not linger in the forest clearing for long. Other than to further scrutinize her being here, we've shared little by way of conversation. In a short sentence we agreed to return home, and have been flying at each other's side in silence. We've no need to discuss anything because we are identical ponies. There is nothing unknown to tell me. No memories we need to revive for each other, no bouts of physical strength, not a scar, nor feather's difference. Our first encounter together wrapped a bond which nopony compares to. She and I are one. I smile and look at her again. I do not actually know what expression she might have, though I have a guess to her thoughts. Were I in her place, I'd either be wondering what my role in this is, while feeling the lesser of us. Or I would be basking in our shared identity. What I do not know is how quickly she's moved from the first thought to the second, though I know she will heavily consider both. Yet I know for certain she will understand what I'm thinking about. Even I admit, my smile is an unlikely sight, especially as Huntress. I know even if she did not share my thoughts, she will decipher them in perfect clarity. Seafoam was still looking for geographic landmarks below us, as I had been a moment ago. While our sense of direction would be the envy of many explorers, we will study our environment [anyways]. She sensed my gaze and turned her head, a curious expression on her face at first. Of course, her motion was magnificent, a smooth adjustment of her neck, ears, and head. I felt a sense of pride wash through me at the sight of our precision, the same as I pride my mirror's reflection. However she holds stunning eyes that my mirror could never replicate. Bright, deep orange, gentle flickers of which chill other ponies to their core. Watching them aim upon me is a mixture of comfort and weariness.... As expected, her face doesn't mirror mine. It's easy read her thoughts over her place in all this, asking herself how to handle meeting Sway face-to-face. A version of her son, but he won't think of her as his mother. Not without convincing. I watch as her mind changes focus from herself, working out what my expression and timing means. After a short moment to clear her head, she gives me a warm nod. Only just a nod, and it's worrying me that she doesn't share my feelings. I thought she would come around quickly to it, but she's worried, not relaxed. Patience is a virtue. Only a featherfull of seconds later returned my smile, and by all my abilities to observe shared my sentiment fully. Still, the hint of worry hides in her eyes. "You're worried about your world moving without you?" Seafoam gave me a nod in response, and our expressions moved as one toward concern. "I fear the Warped you just killed may exist in my world." "It was very weak. You read that they cannot survive in the daylight?" Again she nodded, and this would be the last time I compare our knowledge. I wish not to alienate her as an outsider. This Equestria is not her home, but there is no difference outside Rovina's soul bind. I wouldn't wish to be cast as an outsider if placed in her hooves. I think she wanted to speak again, but fell silent after that exchange. We will reach the same conclusions about her Equestria in her absence, so there is nothing to ask nor tell of the matter. And the silence in each other's company is... soothing. She and I are one.

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Not that this meeting has happened canonically yet, but I think it's a wonderful picture. I've wanted a side-by-side Seafoam and Rosa Cavalier piece for the longest time to portray their intimidating ... View More

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Dat awesome Baby art. We are truly blessed.

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Oh my goodness~ this is so adorable. Very lovely picture indeed.

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It is definitely a beautifully dangerpone image. Thank you again, both you and the always wonderful Baby! I just love how happy Camille looks!

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A picture to go with my attempt at a kind of story: "Bermuda Triangle". Seafoam meets Seafoam? Um, heck yeah! Oh artist credit is MagicStarFriends on DA

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December 6, 2021 1:45 pm

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"Who are you?" Immediately, I chide myself for such a useless question. It was the first sentence I thought to speak once I'd turned to examine her. The question is too easy, she knows what to say as a changeling or a genuine replica. But I asked it anyway, and this still can give me some useful information. "I am Seafoam Noticus Wake." Her response included a quick and gentle curtsy, as I often perform. "I-- take it we share the name?" "Y-yes..." Our eyes hold for awhile, watching one another for tells, any foreign nervous ticks. Nothing of her behavior strikes me as unusual. Nothing of mine would be. With this moment to think, I realize there is some useful information from my question. Nothing concrete, but consider the fact that I asked first. She did not speak first, neither had we spoke at once. Were I precisely in her place I would have a clear reason to hold my tongue. Rovina is the key. We appear identical, but one of us cannot summon the blade. Once demonstrated the second Seafoam has a valid soul-bind, it should be clear who takes charge, no? Of course, other explanations exist. A changeling would hesitate. A pony impersonating me could use the time to better evaluate me. Making me go first would give her that advantage. I didn't realize I'd tilt my head until she performed likewise. Even her ears follow the motion. This wasn't random, the moment timed perfectly with my change in thoughts. I want to narrow the possibilities. I've made two valid hypotheses. The most likely explanation is still a changeling... Perfect mimicry is not impossible for their kind. The silence held. It must have been 5, 6 seconds unbroken now. No question left my lips, because the answer is in her eyes. This way she's looking at me... I do not mistake the almost imperceptible change in her face. Her mental focus arrived at a pinpoint all at once, and I think her expression has changed once again as my mine betrays a similar focus. I had thought to ask "Are you a changeling?" to read her response, after all I know how I would respond if I were asked. It was in the moments before I wanted to speak that this look appeared. She knew what I was thinking, it made me hesitate. For a moment I almost see humor in this. That my own face is so easy to read... But this brings its own list of observations. We know what I wanted to ask, and why I hesitated. And now we continue the silent study, I see the internal contemplation across her face. This time it is amusing, because she must understand my contemplation face too. It's important that she stayed silent. With her knowing my unspoken question, I've no need to say it aloud. And because I know her answer, she needs not respond. It's easy to say 'no' just to clear the air, but leaving the unspoken answer to my discretion is significant. She hasn't an ounce of hesitation on her face, for we know we've reached the same conclusion. What is the next question to ask? If you respond 'no' to impersonating somepony, it's imperative to deliver proof. Proof in the form of: 'Tell me something only Seafoam would know.' This is not an impossible deduction to make, but I am further curious what path she takes to arrive there. What I want her to do is realize there are no more tells on my face, for I have no thought process to interrupt. Then she must not audibly ask 'Do you want me to tell you something only Seafoam would know?' What she says next must be that knowledge. No leadup, I only want the truth. In predictable timing she straightened her posture and spoke. "Arrow Path, Pearly White, Palm Spirit, Feather Stride. Those are their names, in order." One nod of the head sealed her response. She held perfect confidence that her answer would persuade me. It was well placed. Only I could have known those names. Those details I never shared with anypony. Rovina dimmed to her magnificent alloy. I think she read my emotional state and concluded I didn't need her glow any longer. What I needed she couldn't provide: what to do next. It took me a moment to realize I was being tested as well. The information she gave was incomplete, something key she left out for me to say, and prove that I am genuine. I make the same motion of straightening myself before speaking in return. "Palm Spirit. He was the only one." I hoped my response was satisfactory. Yes, we were both dancing around the topic, but a Seafoam would understand our aversion. We speak only what we dare to acknowledge as history. Thankfully we only held eye contact for a little while, then I offer a final test, a simple one. Holding out Rovina I ask: "What is she called in your world?" She didn't have to think long before responding. "La Rovina Delle Stelle. That is the name Rosa gave her." I nod at this. Our stories check out. "If Sway were here, he'd suggest we are from alternate timelines, right?" She offered the joke with a smirk, and I couldn't help but share a smile. "He would say something like that." "There's no other explanation." We said as one.

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Posited alongside many conspiracy theories, armchair speculations, and scientific inquiries, the phenomena of "rogue" or "freak" waves could explain the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle. Where the random patterns of ocean waves, storm fronts, and drafted winds intersect, might they coincide every now and then? To chain their forces together at just the right velocities? "Waves meeting an opposing current jet are slowed more at the center of the jet, focusing energy from the edges. This well-known physics is surely the main reason for the extreme waves..." - Rogue Waves, BY PETER MÜLLER, CHRIS GARRETT, AND AL OSBORNE Watch your bearings in the Bermuda Triangle, where waves collide.

Prologue

Equestria is vast. So much larger than you can imagine. None of our little ponies will ever see all that this nation has to offer, even oncefold. The Appleoosans won't appreciate the late thrum of Baltimare's nightclubs. Those in Cloudsdale may never climb the precarious trails along the Crystal Mountains. Fillies reared in Canterlot might never set hoof in their own city's royal palace. And our friends in Ponyville may never lay their eyes upon Neighagra Falls past the printout of a polaroid. In a single night, I was bestowed a unique appreciation for all places unreachable. My dear mentor, Rosa, surrendered her Huntress title after she could no longer bear the strain. The past she'd buried never slept, and time just dug her wounds. The transfer of power was not easy. My ripped patch of bedroom carpet serves material proof of that. Compounding, Rosa's evening was not idly spent. One of the last things she said to me was that she had to 'face her demons alone'. "La Rovina Delle Stelle" - that is the name Rosa gave this sword I am soul-bound to - explained everything to me after the transfer of responsibilities. At first I was angry by the things it revealed, secrets Rosa had kept and never intended for me to know. Why she kept me in the dark, why she gave a short goodbye, and why we would not be allowed to speak for some time... I think I'll keep some of the secrets to myself for now. I apologize, this should not be a critique of an imperfect pony. It is the start of my journey. That night the sword also explained what my new and untapped understanding meant. How I sensed the entire world, but it all lay outside immediate thought. Hereon, I'll see where my enemy is throughout these lands. Not just Equestria, not just the dragon lands. Everywhere. And in recent Rosa had sacrificed greatly to banish them while I gain my bearings as Huntress, an unexpected silent gift from my predecessor. But this will not last forever. The moment any Warped appear, however weak initially, I will know with perfect clarity their whereabouts. I'm not allowed to tap into this vast knowledge of the entire world because it would collapse my mind to think so much at once. The knowledge will have to remain as an untenable tug at the back of my mind. Thankfully I can manage it from occupying my present thoughts. This exchange went both ways. While we are soul bound, Rovina (as I prefer to call her) wished to familiarize herself with me just as she had with Rosa. But this conversation was strange. It was not like anything I've had with a pony. We did not share words, nor did we telepathically converse in structured sentences. Our first hours together tumbled and flowed like memories. Or... no how shall I describe it... Sharing together was akin to surfacing a recent memory. I was conversing with my own mind, but it was the soul of Rovina I learned from. And she likewise from me. I cannot explain it better than that. When will the first Warped appear? I am a terribly anxious mare, I have to ask these things. It has been a month without activity from my kind's perpetual enemy. Rovina assures me it will not be too long. No more than five months before the weakest of aggressors crawl into Equestria, desperate to take her from me. She's the only weapon that can harm them, and I am the only pony allowed to wield her. Their main way of destroying Equestria is lost for a time, but they will come. They will always come for me.

Chapter 1 4 months later

I prefer Luna's quiet nights. I can remember a time where I thanked Celestia for maintaining the quieter sides of the day, but something about Luna's reign feels right to me. In so many ways, she contrasts the sun princess' yellow/red days, hot with the energy which drives the world forward. Luna's pale moonlight allows a time of gentle reprieve. Her smooth lullabies blanket the land, the grass, trees, all of us nocturnal creatures in such a way, when you listen closely, time can stand still. Such grace and power her sister never had. This is to say nothing of the brilliant skies her moon does not obscure. Sway tells me it's the difference in the refractive water of our atmosphere, but I am a simple mare. Science cheats the internal experience. Luna is just more beautiful. The grey canvas she provides, punctured by distant Stars, becomes my territory. From aground, few ponies can discern the night Huntress from the backdrop of vast space. A way for me to be everywhere, over everypony, and unknown. I hunt through the night to guard their existence, seldom receiving any thanks. The thought draws a smile on my lips, with the clouds and Stars as my only witnesses. I have always been a guardian to what I hold dear. Those who helped me in desperate times, or my assignments, anypony in my vicinity. I guard my lessons and the knowledge I've been taught. I guard most fearfully what defines myself as I see it. My pride, my usefulness, my determination, and my loved ones. Slowly the smile fades as I think about the things I can't save. Won't be able to save. What I know shouldn't last forever. I can battle eternity, hard to find a pony's will more reinforced than my own. I can fight for a hundred years, two hundred! I cannot be tackled in six hundred years, even a thousand, I will muster the strength to never surrender, it is Seafoam's power to overcome. I'm about to enter my usual reverie, talking myself over the fence of accepting that I will outlive everything external to me. But something new enters my mind. Something I've never experienced before, but I understand it perfectly. A single Warped has just defiled my world, making its sorry attempt to destroy all I hold dear. I know with perfect clarity where it is, and like the path through a familiar room, exactly how to reach it. My body instantly halts in place, like I'd hit a wall up here in the clouds. I can't continue my aimless, tireless night of flying. I have to turn southeast, to Equestria's borders. In the span of a wingbeat I decide it must not have enough energy to invade Equestria yet, it can only appear at the outskirts. By the third wingbeat I've turned south, the fifth and sixth propel me forward, and in just a few more I reach unnaturally high speed. Now I hunt. Adrenaline starts to spike within me as I narrow my eyes into tight slits. I wish I had somepony to share my excitement with here and now, but I think telling my family once they wake up in the morning will do. And right now, I need to fulfill my responsibility to send that creature back where it belongs: Dead from this world. I chose to fly instead of shadow walk toward my prey. It's different when you shadow walk, the world doesn't look or feel the same, and I want the memories from all of my senses tonight. When I reflect on this moment, the night of my first hunt, I want it to be in appreciation of everything around me. Of the cool air, the rushing wind, trees houses and hills sweeping my acute vision, and my pumping excitement. I won't make the conscious efforts to calm myself... Even I can take enjoyment in my work.

On future occasions, I will shadow walk. While breaking the sound barrier caused me no harm, it may have disturbed a few families living in the rural spaces of Equestria. I wish to apologize to those families, but it would be a waste of my time. Is this how I operate now? Reckless and unbound by fate's consequence? No, shrug the concern aside. Tonight is supposed to be remembered fondly. In addition, I know the answer is 'no'. It was an oversight, a victimless accident of sound. I would still avoid that mistake going forward... Still best to hold myself responsible for my mishaps. I will be the only pony able to. When I aim my pitch below the horizon line, it's to follow the defined path in my seventh sense - maybe better named "Huntress' Compass" - into my target. I can't see it yet, but the maneuver comes easily to my instincts. It would waste time to fly directly over the fiend before descending, just as landing nearby and walking the distance. No, I will intersect perfectly with its path. It will be splendid. I can already picture the unimpeded descent immediately into its sight. My decelerating speed in fractions of a second before the wind and noise shake the trees around it, kicking loose premature leaves and fickle branches. What creature could withstand such a display? The sheer might and terror I, the hunter, will bear down on its final moments in my land. Its movements are already so desperate and sporadic it may keel over at the sight of me. Everything about my arrival goes according to plan. My wide wings flare to brace my speed, and in moments I've slowed to a flyer's pace I would have considered normal before my vampiric strength. These strengthened wings fair better than the surrounding treeline mere feet below me. They shake, bend, and surrender their weaker leaves and branches in my downdraft. I must not smile this time, it's not appropriate for my image to be smiling of delight. Although a smirk might get the better of my self control~ Trajectory points 20 feet ahead of the invader, where I fully pivot and flare my wings a final time to kill my inertia 3 feet above the grass. I'm just about to finish the airtight flying with an intentional smirk at my foe, but I spot somepony already next to the creature. This can't be right, nopony is supposed to be near the Warped right now, and nopony would intentionally approach them. Their frightening appearance aside, this is the edge of Equestria. Who is this blue pony standing to its right? I can't focus on my original target now, only the iridescent yellow eyes of the pegasus before me. While I know they're 22 feet away, it's as if for a moment our eye contact is engulfing each other's vision. The unmistakable shimmer around her vertically narrow pupils, they betray her focus around my face, ears, wings, and shoulders. Following her cue, I survey her once over as well. Female, her face surrendering just as much confusion as my own... I know this face perfectly, but I double check the finer details, I have to be sure. I go through a list of structures over her face and body. Eyebrows, jaw, snout, eye spacing... I check her ears, dark blue tufts against her aqua coat. The Warped shrills weakly, but I don't want to think about it right now. This can't be happening, the mare standing over there... Pegasus? Indeed, wide feathery wings stretch across her sides, ready to aid her maneuvers. My eyes drift down to her left leg, and I know my enhanced night vision will let me spot my target. It's there. A ragged, distinct, painful scar running down her left leg. A wound gained from a bear claw many moons ago... I realize that this mare wasn't looking at my shoulders earlier. At my angle above her, the eyeline from her to my own left leg would be the same as my shoulders. She has all the same features, colors, and instincts as me. The same careful and observant look in our confused expressions, We're looking at two perfectly identical mares. We hold eye contact for several seconds after my realization. I first attempt to explain this with a changeling angle, but there are already some problems. Why would a changeling be disguised as me, at the outskirts of Equestria's borders, and facing down a Star Spawn with no fear? The Star Spawn, the Warped, yes, it's still here. We've spent too long staring at one another instead of our original purpose. As one we turn our gaze to the black, misty creature, closer to her than I. Why hasn't she killed it already? Being in such a weak state, this Warped can't take the shape of our fears tonight. If it had, I've often thought of it taking the form of my son, Chiller Sway. Perhaps injured or enraged in varieties of ways. How many times in the future are they going to force me to cut down those I love? And by thinking this, have I created the fear they'll weaponize against me? Thankfully I do not have the answer to that question tonight. It is just an angry, harmless cloud of dark mist. So again I ask, why is it still alive? I turn to the mare, and she's already looking at me, expecting something. It is bizarre, for I'm making the same expression to her. 'Where's your sword?' We ask without words. The perfect non-verbal communication nearly drives me to shudder. Instead I answer her with my outstretched hoof and call Rovina, who appears in my hoof without delay. She ignites in brilliant red flame across her breadth at my suggestion too. I continue to ask my question to the mare, but she doesn't seem to know right now. Though the act of summoning the Huntress' blade has put her at ease, for she cast her gaze to the Warped creature that brought us both here. 'What a first hunt.' I think privately to myself, not loud enough for Rovina to hear. Truthfully I no longer care for it, I want to know what this other mare, this apparent other Seafoam, is doing at my site. So there is no ceremony as I close the space to my target, and La Rovina Delle Stelle takes her first kill under my name. I take a moment to thank and congratulate her, then ask her to stay a moment longer. We need to investigate this copy of me, this Seafoam without a blade.

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"Everypony says the night sky is beautiful, the envy of Luna's bright and flawed moon. Rare are those who describe it as boundless. But none know the night as I do. One night, I may pity all of you. ... View More

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"The Stars bloom and glow with seemingly endless light. Then, one by one they fade. Letting us know we are thanked. But, for every Star above we must fight for every pony below. As above, so below."

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Seafoam Wake

"After 50 years, sometimes I wish I could ascend. For the Stars, they welcome me beyond a millennium's end. Maybe then I will understand Her. Imperfect, drowned by each sunrise. The passage of time. She was invisible, beautiful, and anchored our place by moonrise. I'll honor your Star, dear mento... View More

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September 23, 2021 8:09 am

The biggest hurdle with reaching maid Seafoam is that I'm gonna have to headcanon what Equestria looks like in 200 years, when she would first get bored enough to try it. Ah and... work through her c... View More

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Empress Jade

Maybe make some potential new friends? Who might also be in similar situations of immortality or otherwise increased longevity of life?

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Well she was dogmatically instructed not to speak to the princesses about her specific reason for being immortal (killing night creatures to protect Equestria for all of eternity with a soul-bound blade yadda yadda), so she doesn't want to speak to them. Her mentor (who was supposed to shed her immo... View More

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Alternatively, just as a suggestion, you could make a hobby of annoying some villain statues or take up being a pen pal for someone. Who knows. They might be Discord in disguise. *laughs at my own terrible joke-pun*

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Fury like few encountered before besieged the Ponyville library. Books strewn about in a mad study session, weren't it for the crystal floor of Twilight's Castle, one could mistakenly assume this was... View MoreFury like few encountered before besieged the Ponyville library. Books strewn about in a mad study session, weren't it for the crystal floor of Twilight's Castle, one could mistakenly assume this was the careful staging of a movie scene. Each book was left open, some in semi-circle outlines while others were left in the flooring between shelves, yet out of the way for scanning the adjacent row. This had been going for about an hour or so before an assistant librarian wondered about the fluttering pages and huffs and mutters of annoyance from the Wellness section. Ponies usually went that way to check out as soon as possible, as to not be seen in public with a self-help or relationship guide. As well, such behavior in a library is call for attention and correction. Such manners as to be puffing your grievance in a library and mistreating the books!

"Excuse me." The librarian started as she neared the rows of Wellness books and magazines. Just seeing all the rifled books being misplaced made her a bit angry at imagining the task of placing them back in their orderly rows. "Please be mindful with the books and keep it down. I can hear you quite clearly at the other end of th--" She cut short when the angry eyes of Ponyville's rather beloved Seafoam Wake round the shelves to pierce into her own. Those slits that held her pupils point at her like sharp ends of knives, wielded by her scowling eyelids. The smoldering sea-blue pegasus' huffs were now better understood to be exasperation. "The d** meditation books don't know anything!" The half-vamp spat angrily to the keeper of knowledge. "How can I meditate anymore with my pulse in my ears! It pounds while I look in. Intruding, breathing, 'feel the presence of nopony', 'you are adrift'. Stargazing isn't covered by any practice..." Seafoam caught her breath while her sentence drift away. The poor librarian held frozen by the shock by Seafoam's aggression. Slowly she straightened her expression and lifted her head... What a scene she'd just caused.

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Seafoam Wake

February 17, 2021 11:54 am

Topic: Zesta

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Continuation of gift scene (link to previous parts will be in comment to avoid the embedded link preview) If Seafoam was willing to take things to this extent of hugging her friend in need, who's to say she won't go even further? At what point will Seafoam call to stop? A nuzzle? A prolonged hug?.. A kiss? What really are her mysterious attraction's boundaries? There's only one way to find out... Showing her gratitude, Zesta lifted her head and gently nuzzled the bridge of her nose against Seafoam's jaw, still blushing from her slip-up a minute ago. Apparently this nuzzling it was taken quite well by the vampire. Seafoam hardly flinched nor seemed bothered. In fact, there appeared to be a special care here... The way she's taken a seat to put them each on the same level... the gorgeous feathery wings... the way she doesn't even flinch at Zesta's nuzzling... Oh and the dress! Such a perfect present, so fantastic as Zesta slowly leaned into Seafoam. Every square inch of the fabric produced heavily ripples in Zesta's chest fluff and drew her further, like a sea of infinite bliss... All together, Zesta couldn't hold back a hum of content. "The dress is so soft Sea-Sea." Zesta muttered warmly, slowing her nuzzle. "I feel like I could fall inside it..." Zesta's held her eyes shut now as she soaked in every moment. Any movement by Seafoam could make her shiver with glee, surrounded on all sides by ocean blue and silky white. She's even trying to match her breathing pattern with Seafoam's. "Thank you for this." And by appearance Zesta was finally calmed down and enjoying the hug. Seafoam did notice a few things. Despite thanking her for comfort, Zesta is still tense in her forelegs and haunches, yet her shoulders are relaxed. She wants to be comfortable, but something is still on her mind that she wishes to act on. "Of course, Zesta." Attempting her best to make her voice soft and comforting. Like how Sway needed to be comforted as a colt when he was scared or sorry. Of course the only thing that can really bring a pony comfort was time. So, she shall wait until her friend is ready. What she did was somewhat embarrassing, no? "Seafoam is still holding me." The now proud Zesta thought to herself. lowering her chin against Seafoam's shoulder. "Wow. She's incredible. Her heartbeat is so strong, but her fluff is so soft beneath this dress." A sensation made Zesta twitch and giggle. All Seafoam did was adjust her wings, yet it made her back and her own feathers sensitive as butterfly wings. Allowing herself to indulge, now she suddenly nuzzled Seafoam's neck. And goodness, this stuff was tough as rocks! Her fur felt strong enough to crack a wooden rod over it, yet her fur disguised it under a wealth of carpet. "Hehe, Seafoam~ Can you do that again for me?" Her eyes held closed, wishing to relish in the moment under her powerful mare. "To what purpose?" Aww, she wans to know how she can help out her friend! Well She's gonna know right now, now ain't she? "It feels.... electrifying...." Followed up by a nuzzle against Seafoam's neck, encapsulated by the ocean of blue and white. Her request came delayed. Seafoam apparently needed some time to think it over. Oh what was there to think about, Sea-Sea? "I'm feeling better and if I ask for something I wanna get it!" But before Zesta could voice anything her fur became electrified all over again. Such powerful and numerous feathers scraped across what felt like every inch of her body. Her own wings held tucked away, for they were useless compared to her vamp friend's. Never will they feel the same again. Forever inferior to her love's. Their sensation tugged coos of enjoyment, falling in love all over again, hugging her friend's sides in the moment. As quickly as Seafoam started, now her wings had stopped. Her beautiful feathery wings didn't console her anymore, waiting idly by. The moment of pause made both realize her breathing had quickened, warmed as well by now. In a touch of embarrassment she clung to the pony in front of her and whined... "Oh, don't be mad at me Sea-Sea!" Her pitchy voice pleaded in terror that her love may be judging her. "Don't let go of me don't let go!" Her friend seemed to only tilt her head to look at her. Somehow the rest of her body held so still. Such power over her form! "Zesta, pardon me for this may be out of turn, but you leave me concerned." She was only looking for answers. Answers to what though? Was Zesta not clear that the sensation was 'electrifying'? "About what Sea-Sea?" Her voice nearly croaked, but she held it together. Her friend can't know her fear! Then maybe she'll run away from her! A couple seconds ticked away... Seafoam must really be disappointed... "Your legs and haunches are tense. You trust me, yes, but there appears to be something on your mind. You can tell me. I won't speak to anypony your secrets unless your safety is required." This only made her heart spike in pressure. Seafoam was reading her like a book! She can see into her friend's eyes. Seafoam can see into hers. How perfect! It's like a real-life romantic poetry! Where the two lovers deny their confused minds, but overcome and bring each other together in the end. Live together happily ever after. Never letting go of their embrace. "I know. I know." Zesta finally let out, more calmly. "But don't worry, it's nothing bad that can hurt me." Her friend didn't interrupt, still listening carefully as they held each other close. "Come on, Zesty, say something! Tell her that you love her you want to live in this house with her. Or even a different house, somewhere beautiful. Maybe with trees, or an ocean nearby. Made of wood, with carpet everywhere to keep our hooves warm. And a big master bed with a window we can open and close to see the sun or the moon, Sea-Sea's favorite. And talk all night long about the stars if she wants to. Come on, let her know!" The pair of wings caress her gently once more. Much slower, but still powerful. Just enough to let Zesta know she's in good hooves, just tell Seafoam already! "Wait, no. I can't 'just tell her'. What kind of romance would that be? The ponies have to guess and figure it out themselves!" "What do you think it is?" Zesta finally asked quietly, tucking her cheek against the base of Seafoam's neck. Their fur isn't very different from each other... "Zesta..." Seafoam takes a breath, and for the first time, she sounds nervous. "I don't take offense from you. If you're worried one mistake will ruin our friendship, don't worry of it any longer." Seafoam holds her a little closer. Together they're so warm... Zesta tried to bring up the courage to tell her, but something just wouldn't let her. She just held in the hug for awhile considering her next move. Seafoam wasn't mad at her, what a relief on her shoulders. She can get back to exploring her friend in peace. Just as she intended from the start of the hug, she hasn't even come close to her friend's limits. How far will Seafoam let her get? Can she even go all the way?.. Maybe even convince Seafoam into a rare sleep just to enjoy the night together. So she tilted her head back to Seafoam's shoulder. Such strength it held, yet gentle enough to maintain a foreleg around her in their shared hug. Shame it was covered by the dress, soft as it was. There wouldn't do, no no. In order to find the perfect spot she had to ease her hug a little bit, have a little wiggle room. Just enough to turn her head toward Seafoam's neck. Aware of Seafoam's gaze, Zesta leaned in and nuzzled Seafoam's exposed fur on her neck with a hum. She could feel Seafoam tense, yet not move. It's a natural reaction, so pay it no mind. She just nuzzled her a little more, only the two of them in this world together. Really, Seafoam was tense from the unexpectedness of it all. A moment ago Zesta was pleading for their friendship not to be over, but here she is nuzzling her like a filly. What in Equestria was her red coated friend trying to convey here? Nuzzling is not in itself a form of gratitude. Ponies don't just nuzzle other ponies whenever they want to. Her and Sway don't even interact like this anymore, not since he started acting his age. Finally, she opened her eyes again. Seafoam was watching her with a difficult expression on her face. Maybe Seafoam's starting to go through the same emotions Zesta experienced herself awhile ago. The eyes looked kinda confused, but still comfortable around Zesta. She just needs to let her know everything's ok with her. They can be... together. She followed her passion, this was the moment to show her willingness to crack through Seafoam's limits. No need to hold back, Zesta will be the pony to rescue her. Bring her out of her shell... Aiming, leaning up, slipping her hooves away from Seafoam's sides. It didn't take very long at all, why was she so worried before? All she had to do was open up. Her lips and Seafoam's, just an inch or two away. Moments until they realize their passion with one another. The whole world melted away around them as colors and sights and sounds lost their meaning... Yet, she never connected. Seafoam had backed away before they even touched, and Zesta reached higher to meet. Still no luck. Seafoam continued to reel. What had she done wrong? Where was Seafoam going? Zesta whined from the denial and tried to spring up to catch her, but then Seafoam's wings transformed into a prison. The feathers caged her, away from freedom. And no amount of struggling could escape Seafoam's undying grip. "Sea-Sea!" Zesta cried out in confusion, pushing herself against her feathers in near desperation to reach. "Sea--" She was cut off by Seafoam's voice, gently shushing her, even though she was pinning her down under strength-defying wings. "Zesta, be still."

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