Fallout Equestria: Stable 36

by thecyanidefairy


Chapter Five

Snapdragon dipped through the air as he dropped down the main shaft, enjoying the sensation of the cool air sinking with him. The warm updraft vent was pleasant, but he’d always preferred the colder downdraft vent. Somehow, he just liked the cold a lot more. It also didn't hurt that the high caste ponies rarely used the downdraft vent, since they'd have no reason to visit the dirty, flightless infested lower half of the stable. Not when they had the atrium to enjoy. Any moment that he was free of their bullshit was a moment he relished.

He banked, flying down a seemingly random hallway, feeling his wingtips brush against the cool, dusty metal walls. The stable machinery thrummed around him, almost deafening at this level. He felt the tension of the day leaving his shoulders as he glided, his hooves barely skimming the floor. The Overmare and her idiot son had no right to be in his greenhouse, especially not to harass his assistant. Why weren't they working round the clock to get the door open? Didn't they realise that everyone would die if they didn't? Or did they think their pure genetic line made them immortal? Angrily, Snaps landed heavily outside a door marked “Danger.” It was dusty and dirty down here, a rarely visited level of the stable. The door was usually locked, but he knew that tonight he would find it open. Slipping through the door, he stood in the dank, dark room.

“I know you're here.” Snapdragon whispered softly. “Get your ass out here.”

“Ooh, someone sounds unhappy.” The velvet form of a black pegasus could barely be made out in the darkness, moving quietly towards him. Jackdaw. The overstuffed, overgrown, peacock headed idiot son of the Overmare, heir to the stable and all round dipshit. Snaps hated him with every fibre of his being, and yet here he was, meeting him in secret.

“Of course I am. What were you playing at today?” Snaps glared in the general direction of the moving shadow, hoping his hatred would seethe through the air into something that could be felt.

Jackdaw sighed, a creak indicating he had sat down on the camp bed that was hidden down here. “She’s gotten suspicious that Sebright’s father is looking to overthrow her. I've told her it's nonsense but you know how she is. It was just her asserting her dominance.”

“That's ridiculous. Everyone knows Brightmark is too much of a gelding to overthrow her. What about the other day?” Snaps growled. “Lucky could have killed Sebright, and you were standing by doing nothing!” He’d walked in on Lucky beating Sebright to a pulp, with Jackdaw shouting at him to stop. He was still furious about that. The higher caste ponies could punish the flightless, but not a high class mare like her. Jackdaw should have used his incredible power to protect her.

“I know.” Jackdaw’s voice dropped, his worry showing through even in the dark. “He’s getting uncontrollable. If you hadn't shown up and maced him, I would have had to, and that would have been an even bigger issue. The Overmare’s son stopping a stallion having some fun with a pony who can barely fly? The tabloids would have a field day. I don't know what to do, Snaps.”

Snapdragon could feel his anger melting into the usual simmering rage, he knew that it wasn't easy for Jack. Every moment of every day was spent playing the political game that ruled their lives. He dropped onto the cot next to Jackdaw, not quite touching him. “I don't know either.” As the only son of the Overmare, Jackdaw was in a unique position. Any move that could be construed as a failure to uphold the status quo could result in open rebellion or war, and with the stable on the brink of starvation, that would mean the deaths of everyone they loved. Neither of them would risk that.

Snaps rolled over, the warmth of Jack’s body radiating towards him in the cool darkness. He hated that feeling, the desire to reach across the gap between them and hold the vulnerable pegasus close. “How’s the door coming?”

Jack groaned, rolling to face him. It was pitch blank in the room, they couldn't even risk a lantern giving away their presence. “It isn't. No one has any idea of how or why the door won't open. Best guess is that the mechanism was damaged somehow.” A feather traced its way up Snap’s leg. He had to force himself to keep still, closing his eyes against the sensation. It felt like a blaze of hot lava, and his fur tingled in the wake of the feather. “Honestly, it's going to come down to brute force. I hope your plants are ready for whatever’s out there, because once that door opens, there’s going to be no closing it.”

Snaps closed his eyes, the tickling sensation of Jack’s wing fluttering his heart all over again. This weakness that only Jackdaw could make him feel, reminding him that no matter what he said about the stable status quo, he was as much a prisoner of his own heart as the rules imprisoned their lives. “You do your job, peacock, I’ll do mine.” His voice came out low and husky. He could barely resist touching Jack, but held himself in check. He was still angry at the idiot stallion. He could smell his familiar scent in the room, and his cock began to harden in anticipation.

Jack groaned again, this time rolling on top of Snapdragon. It may have been dark, but they knew each other as intimately as they knew themselves. Snaps sighed, how he hated this man and everything he stood for. He was the pinnacle of high society, the representation of everything wrong with this stable. And yet, here he was hidden away in the darkness like the filthy secret he was, with his whole body already aching for his embrace. In these moments, Snaps hated himself more than anything. He always said he was proud of his sexuality, but he couldn't flaunt his own lover without causing a civil war..

Ignoring the thoughts in his mind, Snaps pulled Jack’s mouth down onto him, kissing him hungrily. They had no time to linger, no time to savour each touch. Even these meetings were a risk, but one that they couldn't do without. Jack’s mouth was hot on his own, his body heavily pressing down on him. A wing brushed between his legs and he felt himself responding in turn. A hoof pressed down, pushing into him, and Snaps answered with a moan.

“You already prepared?” Jack whispered in surprise before leaning down to nibble his neck. “I don't know if that's hot or disappointing.”

“I have to get back early. Seemed practical.” Snaps could feel himself blushing furiously. “Don't make me say that kind of stuff out loud!”

Jackdaw chuckled as his lips moved lower. “Or what?” Not low enough. Snaps pushed his hips forward in frustration, only to have Jackdaw move out of the way with another low laugh. He growled in frustration, his wings wrapping around Jackdaw and pulling him lower.

“Someone’s impatient.” He felt Jackdaw smile against him before taking him into his mouth, and Snaps almost cried out at the heat and wetness wrapping around him. He could feel himself wanting to thrust, but fought against it. They didn't have long and he knew that he wanted them to come together. Jackdaw worked his tongue up and down his length, all the while stroking at the base of his tail. Snaps arched his back, pushing deeper into Jackdaw’s mouth before pushing him off and rolling over.

“I meant it when I said I had to get back early.” Snaps said breathlessly, lifting his tail. He felt Jackdaw shift behind him, then suddenly his own hardness was pressing against him as a cool liquid dripped over his already prepared ass.

“Lift your hips a bit.” Snaps complied, his own body feeling like it was on fire as Jackdaw reached around to hold him. He could feel Jackdaw pushing into him, filling him entirely. It was all he could do not to squeal out loud. Biting the musty cot, he couldn't resist shaking his hips a little in impatience. Taking the hint, Jackdaw began to thrust into him while moving his hoof, the pleasure filled grunts echoing softly in the darkness. Snaps closed his eyes, feeling his climax quickly approaching. Jackdaw always fit him perfectly, always hitting the perfect spots. It was probably why he couldn't resist these meetings, and definitely had nothing to do with his feelings for Jack. Jack’s hoof felt so good as he stroked his cock, he knew he wouldn't last much longer. Jack picked up the pace, gently biting Snap’s neck as he moved within him. They never had enough time, but somehow the time they had seemed to stretch into an eternity.

“Jack, I'm gonna-” Snaps buried his head in his wings, trying to muffle his voice. Jackdaw suddenly pressed down hard on his back as he put his whole weight into each thrust, plunging deep and harder with each movement. Snaps could barely take the pressure, the sensation of fullness and Jack’s hoof being too much to bear and he bucked against the bed, his climax rippling through his whole body. Jackdaw pushed deep inside of him, his cock throbbing with each pulse of his own orgasm.

“I love you.” Jackdaw whispered hoarsely, kissing the back of Snap’s neck where he’d bitten him..

“A horrible idea, really.” Snaps curled his wings as far back as he could, embracing his lover as they lay joined on the bed. He loved this moment, the feeling of Jack’s relaxed weight on his back, their wings entangled and the scent of their mingled sweat filling the air. He felt warm, complete. The frustration and anger had fizzled away with each touch, reminding him that no matter how much he told himself he hated this stallion, he would always hunger for his embrace.

Jackdaw kissed his neck again before slipping off him onto the bed. “Just once, I'd like to take my time with you.”

“I know,” Snapdragon reached for the pile of rags that he kept down here and began cleaning himself up. “Once the door is open, we will have the rest of our lives to enjoy this.” He passed Jackdaw a cloth, then fumbled his way across the floor to the water canteens to slake his thirst.

Jackdaw wrapped his wings around him, nuzzling against his neck. “I hope you mean that, Snaps. Because once that door opens, I'm never ever letting you go.”

Turning his head, he kissed Jackdaw gently on the nose, then the mouth. “I'm already yours, idiot Peacock.”

Kissing Jackdaw again, Snaps slipped out of the door and closed it behind him, squinting in the hall light. He couldn't linger, and it ached in his chest. If anyone caught them, if anyone knew that the son of the Overmare was gay, and not only that, gay with a designated flightless, their lives would be over and the fragile peace within the stable shattered. This was their secret.

How he hated it.