//------------------------------// // Chapter 5: And then they Bucked (Faith) [NSFW] // Story: Fair Flight // by Baryski //------------------------------// Faith paced back and forth in front of the old building.  Since when had this type of this been this hard?  She was only coming to relay her important warning.  Well, she would also do what she had promised, but surely she couldn’t expect anything more than hatred in response.  Certainty shouldn’t have been this difficult. In all fairness, the assassin had considered the idea of using her previously constructed entrance to the home, but had forgone it.  The front door, she determined it would be at least a little more trustworthy to appear like that.  Trustworthy, who was she kidding, trustworthy wasn’t something a pony thought when they considered a Creed. Ring.  She buzzed the bell lightly, feeling considerably more naked than she would have liked.  No equipment at all, and she had even lowered the hood on her cloak.  In all fairness, she didn’t own anything other than the cloak yet and she wasn’t quite the type of pony comfortable walking around without clothes.  Even her disguises always had clothes. “Go away!”  It was barely audible, seemed the mare didn’t even want to bother with crossing the distance to the door.  It was moderately annoying, but also felt like the exact kind of response she would garner from a face to face confrontation.  She deserved it, but rang again without hesitation.  At least let me save your damned life before you kick me out. Faith could hear the scrambling on the other side of the door.  Good, she was finally going to be answered.  It was another few seconds of random noises and what seemed like dripping before the door flung upon revealing a gun and a perfectly wet, grumpy, mare, “I said go...”  Scarlet, that mare, seemed to have a natural attraction to water on the level that, if there was even a drop in the room, she would not only find it, but bathe in it before any form of meeting between the two could take place.  It was like she intimately knew Faith’s weakness. “Hello?”  She knew it was a toy gun, she raised her forehooves anyways.  Partially to reveal the fact that she had no weapons and partially to try and hide the blush. There was a mountain of things Faith expected.  Being shot on sight wouldn’t have much surprised her.  The soaked position her compatriot was in, she was slowly beginning to realize it was impossible for that to have been any other way.  For the love of everything at least use a towel, and quickly.  What she was not expected was the resigned sigh and, worse yet, the next words, “If you want to come in, leave the cape outside.” No clothes?!  Surely, she was joking.  Okay, most ponies didn’t wear clothes on most days, but that was neither here nor there.  Or, maybe it was here, but it certainly wasn’t there.  And, it certainly didn’t seem to be up for conversation as the mare was already walking away, “And close the door behind you.” Moments of hesitation and nervousness followed before Faith finally settled on an appropriate path.  She obviously wasn’t going to get anywhere in the hallway, and certainly wasn’t going to get anywhere wearing the cloak.  She would just have to suck it up.  Well, she would have to take off the cloak anyway. The heavy piece of material dropped to the ground in the hallway as she awkwardly stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her.  I’m naked,  Very, very naked.  Put on a towel already!  The thoughts stung the back of her mind.  It was hard to concentrate on the task at hand.  She needed to, say something?  That’s right, she wasn’t here just to gripe about a towel. “Listen, I came here to discuss something with you.” Okay, she was desperately trying to look at something, anything other than the dripping mare.  The ceiling first, then the bathroom door, then the fridge, then back to Scarlet, then immediately away.  Wait, was she looking?  Do I look that bad without the cloak?  Faith suddenly felt very conscious of her own appearance and a little ashamed of it.  She could feel the embarrassment burning in her cheeks along with a slight bit of appreciation for how effortless the mare made it look. It took a few seconds before she realized the mare had left her behind.  By then she nearly tripped over herself trying to take a moderately appropriate position.  Honestly, it was on the other side of the room, hoping that the mares eyesight was bad enough that she didn’t look completely bad from there, “Name.” Seriously?  Name?  Do you have any idea that you are laying out on a couch completely soaked?  Her mind screamed against the damn pose, she needed to stare at...her own hooves.  Yes, that was about the farthest thing from a provocatively posed wet mare.  They were rough and completely the opposite, right?   “I’m,” Nopony, the thought of using that was stopped dead.  Honestly, it would have been all too easy to go the nameless route, but it felt almost like a betrayal of the promise she had made to Rose.  Do non existent ponies say things like that?  Probably not, “Just Faith.” Hooves, hooves, hooves, couch.  Couch, hoof, leg, tail...Why does her tail have to look good when wet too?  For an awkward second Faith’s eyes tried darting anywhere but that still soaked tail.  Chest, no good, leg of the couch, didn’t stick.  Cutie mark?  Cutie mark it was, she looked it over, trying to pretend it interested her more than the water droplets beading off the mare.  Part of it was, it was unique to consider finding another whose mark represented an organization so perfectly. Unfortunately, it was also a bit of a shame.  Faith had already served in betraying everything hers stood for and was trying to desperately convince herself that she wasn’t hopelessly engrossed in one completely the opposite of her.  Her eyes darted anywhere, Scarlet’s face.  Wait, she had been looking?  She had seen Faith checking out her flank!  This, this was why you wore clothes. More awkward silence and desperately glaring at her hooves until finally a bit more came out of the conversation, “Just Faith? Why just Faith? Don’t you have another name, like most ponies do?”  It wasn’t the first time this little exchange had happened.  After a while she had just started referring to herself as Faith and leaving out the first part.  Why hadn’t she done that this time? “No, that is my name.  Just,” She emphasized this part as much as she could, drawing it out.  She was thankful for just about any distraction from the soaking pile of...Nope, think of hooves.  Not her hooves either, your hooves,  “Faith.  Good enough?”  There was a good chance by the end of this completely useless conversation Faith would either throw the mare on the ground, maybe to towel her off maybe for another reason, or she would have a hoof fetish.  She hoped for the hoof fetish. Faith began shifting awkwardly again.  The feeling of being watched was not helping her self conscious opinions about her own appearance.  Even thinking about her own hooves had lost effectiveness when the image of Scarlet licking those very hooves danced across her mind.  She was currently stuck somewhere in between feeling completely naked, and trying to name off the last thirty commanders of Anima division in order, “Okay, okay. I’ll just call you Faith. You don’t need to be that specific about it. If you don’t want to tell me, I understand.” No, no, no.  She did not have the clarity of thought to have this kind of a conversation.  The shifting only intensified as she sighed heavily trying to pretend exasperation was the only thing on her mind, “No.  It really is Just Faith.  First name Just.  Last name...” That was it, her mind finally snapped.  Awkward, naked, attracted, it picked the first thing it could think of and blurted it out, “Would you please put on a bucking towel already?!”  She still felt awkward, unbelievably more so actually, as she blushed without the ability to stop it. “Okay, if that’s your wish,” This was good, right?  The mare was going to finally get  rid of that ridiculously attractive wet mane.  She was going to get up and...No, definitely not good.  The mare seemed intent to taunt her.  Even the act of getting to the bathroom seemed unnecessarily erotic.  Or, was that just from the burning feeling Faith could feel in her body?  No, assassin’s weren’t so easily distracted by...She caught a momentary glimpse of the Scarlet, in all her glory, and her mind stopped dead in it’s tracks. Well, the tracks had been more or less redirected.  This time back towards that area where the image of Scarlet and the licking resided.  No, no, no.  She tried to jerk herself away, and it worked a little.  It also helped when the drier mare returned and threw a towel over to Faith.  It was small, and served no purpose as clothing, but she could distract herself with it.  Actually, she could try to fidget with it constantly attempting to find a position where it covered enough of her body that she didn’t feel bad about it any more. “There, better?”  Sort of, you don’t happen to have a bigger towel do you?  It was physically impossible to cover every scar or ugly patch on Faith’s body with just the one small towel.  She eventually settled with wrapping it around her midsection, the area she felt the most conscious about, but couldn’t keep herself from adjusting it repeatedly. “Not really,” Towel, towel, towel, couch, crotch.  Seriously?!  Who sits like that?!  And her face was back to blushing again.  She wanted to burst out about that too, but that would also involve admitting that she had looked at it at least once.  Truth be told, she wanted to look at it again, but focused on Scarlet’s eyes instead, a slight slurping noise involuntarily escaping her lips, “So, any other questions?  Or, can we get down to it?”  Not it, not that it!  The conversation, never that it!  I definitely didn’t mean...TOWEL! She instantly thought about retracting her statement, trying to clear up what she had meant, but there was no time.  The orange mare was instantly upon her, towels cast to the side in the hurried tackle.  Pinned, she was pinned, her mind going into traditional reflex mode.  Faith’s body shuddered, her eyes tightly closed, waiting for the inevitable killing blow.  She had let her guard down too much, this was punishment.  Except, the killing blow didn’t come, “I’m glad you finally came clean. It would have been pointless to try to take it out of you.” Begin “I,” Faith tried to raise an objection.  She planned to clarify everything.  She still had an important point coming here, right?  Then her mouth was invaded.  Invaded and conquered by the amazingly forceful tongue now wrapping around hers.  All the reasoning seemed to drain away, syphoned up by that tongue.  All that was left as the intruder finally left was a complacent whimper from Faith, her body slightly relaxing while she blushed harder and harder.  This wasn’t like her, she wasn’t complacent, she didn’t forget objectives, and she certainly didn’t willfully splay out her back hooves like this.  Still, her mind screamed for it and only it. Scarlet’s hoof traced down her chest, eliciting only panting and cloudier thoughts from Faith’s mind.  The hoof paused there, just far enough down to bring the heat to her loins again, but high enough up that she felt frustration growing with each passing second, “Well?” It might as well have been an order for the precedence it placed on the mare’s mind.  She tried to consider the implications, her own hoof casually sliding along Scarlet’s sleek body, the curves in all the most perfect places, “But...”  Scarlet’s hoof descended further, driving the fire in her to new heights, questions and concerns alike were thrown aside.  She wanted that kiss back.  She wanted that closeness. “Please,” she whispered between heavy pants pulling her hooves gently around Scarlet’s back, just under her wings and dragging the mare back into a kiss.  This time it was Faith’s tongue probing into her mouth.  Part of her never wanted to let it go, the other part was driving her to see if she could elicit the same type of whimper from the seemingly powerful mare. The kiss lasted only a few precious moments.  The feeling, the taste, of the inside of her mouth was something nearly indescribable.  As their mouths finally separated Faith could feel herself licking her lips again.  She wanted more of that taste, to hay with the consequences.  Finally, she heard it, the slight whimper that spurred her on.  They were both definitely feeling the exact same thing.  Then came the hoof she had almost forgot about during the kiss.  The intruder slid further down, finally finding and capturing her sweet spot. The pressure was undeniable and Faith gave no resistance, letting the hoof slip inside.  Gentle, this was more gentle than any time before.  Ideally, Faith had never been with a mare before, but the feeling of a hoof inside her exposed slit was undeniable and unbelievable.  It moved with perfect precision, drawing a loud gasp and louder desires, “Do you have anything in mind, or does the floor work for you as well?” Buck it, Faith played the complacent card to its fullest, panting heavily next to the mares ear for a few second before tightening her embrace around Scarlet.  In an instant she had rolled the two and sat perched on top of the mare.  Her lips trying to imitate the best sultry smile she had ever seen her hips began to grind slightly on the hoof she had kept firmly in place during the roll, “I don’t think I could actually make it anywhere else.” She tried to act in control, but the heavy breathing and minute escaped whimpers betrayed her feelings.  The path finally settled on was to begin to pepper the perfect orange mare with kisses.  First the neck, then chest was assaulted by the light and furious onslaught.  The heat from her partner only spurring her on as she ignored the rising panting from them both.  Chest to tummy, slowly working down, no place left unassaulted until, “Would you please be so kind as to… you know, rut me as well? Please?” Oh, it was so cute, Faith just had to look up at her for a second.  The voice sounded at least a little confident, but her face now painted a completely different picture.  She didn’t just want the attention from Faith, she needed it, her face pleading in a contortion of pleasure and torture.  And, Faith would be more than happy to give it to her, but not in the way she might have imagined. Slowly, and a little shakily, Faith forced the hoof out of her own precious slit.  As the wonderful feeling left she whimpered a little, but she had bigger plans.  Sliding down the length of the mare she kept Scarlet down with what little force was actually left in her forehooves.  Finally, she found herself laying between Scarlet’s splayed legs, staring affectionately at those wonderful folds.  She’d been licking her lips involuntarily since the first glimpse she had, now she was doing it completely of her own volition. “You know, I’ve never done this kind of thing with a mare before,” she spoke directly into her partner’s exposed nethers, sliding in little light blows and watching the wonderful reactions, “But, I’ve been wanting to taste this since you first waved it at me.”  Finally Faith stopped blowing and dived in.  First, a cursory lick up the length of that wondrous entrance that so entranced her, light and long.  It was soaked, anticipating, begging, but she wanted to do this right. A few shorter, stronger, licks followed as she worked up the length of Scarlet’s wonderful taste.  It was amazing, different, totally worthy of the slurping desire she had had earlier.  Finally the licks placed her in front of the little nub she had been aiming for from the start.  A little flick of her tongue around the nub prepared it as she closed on it and began her light long sucks. Her subject began to moan at first, soon erupting into the kind of screams Faith had only ever imagined.  It was pure primal pleasure and as scream after scream errupted Faith only spurred herself on more.  She sucked harder, longer, and began to add small flicks of the tongue, anything to drive the mare beneath her further.  And, further the mare went her folds practically trembling until she arched her back, splaying her legs even more. Faith didn’t need more of an invitation that that.  The precious button was instantly released in favour of shoving her snout hungrily in.  She pushed as far into the amazing smell of Scarlet’s wetness and when she could get no further her tongue extended out like a snake.  She assaulted the walls and fleshy amazement, each taste and smell driving her further into depravity.  A small puddle quickly forming on the floor of her own nethers was all the proof needed that the mare was quickly losing herself in the act and feelings she had never imagined. Pain, pleasure, taste, smell, they were all the same reaction.  She was going to continue to drive into the mare until she had nothing left.  Soon she found it, that one little place that sent the mare over the edge.  Faith could feel the quivering, the spasming, the pure pleasure the mare finally released and she helped Scarlet ride that wave, dutifully lapping at the tasty flood that ensued until it finally overwhelmed her, forcing out her mouth for a breath of air.  And there the mare lay, perfectly panting and completely amazing, “Um... Would you fancy anything… special?” It was, well, perfect could never have been a strong enough word for that.  She’d finally given into the feelings, her own juices covering the floor beneath her, signalling everything she wanted to tell Scarlet to do to her.  But, the words just wouldn’t come.  Pant after pant, heave after heave, something became perfectly clear.  She was only a few seconds away from never wanting to leave this.  No, she was already there, but it was going to be harder and harder to go the longer she stayed. End “No,” The voice was shaky, regretful, but stern.  Faith immediately regretted saying it, but she knew she would regret not saying it more, “That’s okay.  I’m glad you enjoyed it, though.” She was already shakily getting to her hooves.  The normal visage of the killer looked like it might collapse under its own weight, but it didn’t matter.  You came here to get her to leave, not to fall for her. Faith was still trying to steady her own resolve when her compatriot was already beside her.  For how exhausted she seemed earlier Scarlet must have had amazing recuperative prowess.  Another thing about the mare to be attracted to, but that wasn’t the point here, “Faith? What’s wrong? Did I do something bad?” How did one usually start something like this, it isn’t you it’s me?  No, that was pathetic.  I’m planning on taking all the blame so you don’t end up dead?  Well, it was certainly to the point and truthful, but hardly exactly what should have been said.  Besides that, Faith couldn’t seem to bring those words together, or most words together for that matter. “No, yes, no,” She stuttered, trying to put some distance between them, even a few hoofsteps was better.  But, even then, the words still didn’t come easily.  There was so much worth explaining, but none of it changed anything.  Words, words didn’t mean anything.  She settled on cold, “Listen.  You need to leave.  Get your entire organization to leave.  Gather up anypony who means anything to you and leave.” “If that were that simple, perhaps I would. There are some things you don’t understand, Faith.”  The words rung out, an unbearable feeling starting to set down.  Doesn’t she get it?  I’m trying to save her life here.  The reality was starting to sink in, how many more times was she going to have to stress this point?  How much was the mare going to hate her at the end? “There are a lot of things you don’t understand,” Like what?  What words go next?  Her voice trembled again, faltering on the next words.  Little barks set out, falling down in register as she tried to compose herself again.  She turned, big mistake there.  She was staring into Scarlet’s eyes again, watching the concern she held and feeling like that mare could see everything she was thinking, “Just.  Say what you have to say.” Nothing good ever came from listening to somepony else’s explanation.   The mare opposite her was starting to look more and more uncomfortable, but that was the point.  Harshness wasn’t going to work, kindness was just getting Faith hurt.  Uncomfortable, that might be the best shot, “I’m not going to leave. My duty is here. Conflux sent Ogon to compete against me and I won’t rest until the Hooftails and the Shadowbrands are dead…” A brief pause, long enough for Faith to formulate her next words.  If she could hold together her tone then everything could go the way it needed, right?  Only, the mare beat her to the punch again, as she drifted back from whatever had occupied her mind, “Also, I don’t have anypony to mean something to me.”  Come on, don’t play that card.  Please don’t play that card, it isn’t fair. It wasn’t entirely clear why, but she felt responsible.  Standing before her were the consequences that a lifetime of killing had placed on her.  Faith knew it wasn’t her fault in specific, that didn’t mean it made it any easier.  The words choked up again, trying to escape properly.  Be convincing.  Be tough.  Every pony wants to live a happy life.  Every pony wants to live, “Can’t you see I’m trying to save your life here?!” Not good, she broke down.  A few tears and several moments were needed to compose herself.  Even then, it wasn’t easy to pretend it never happened.  She continued, forcing back the sniffles, trying to be the cold hearted killer offering redemption.  A different approach, appeal to pride.  You can work that, “If you have to, stick around till they’re dead, claim whatever credit you want to.  But, leave, then and there.” There were a million different reactions possible.  Faith braced herself for the very real possibility of being hit, or yelled at in anger, or some other kind of negative reaction.  She was trying to prove a point, not be graceful.  She was trying to get it out, but she never expected what came next.  What was it about those words that provoked the orange mare to hug her?  It was wonderful, like something you dream before waking up.  That’s exactly what this was, a dream. The mare had started going on about something, words were lost in this dream.  Only, it wasn’t a dream.  Faith had to pull herself out of it, this was reality.  Words had meaning in reality, an embrace wasn’t going to solve everything, “...I think we’re both after the same thing. I finally understand now… Liberation.” Liberation, a funny concept.  Faith drifted, a strong part of her wanting that liberation.  It desired to be right here and to have that not be wrong.  However, she forced that part aside with the inevitable image of this pony embracing her dead.  She sniffed again, “I don’t want, deserve, liberation.  I deserve whatever comes.”  Lies for the most part. Faith faltered, clearing her throat and starting again, embracing the pony in the process, “What I want is you not to die.  I want you to live, for my own selfish reasons,”  Another creeping pause before answering the question she wasn’t even aware enough to know if had been asked, “Because I actually like you.” Rose would be proud of sap like that.  There was no going back from honesty like that.  Saying it out loud, for some reason it seemed to change everything.  Not in the good sense, but at least it could give Faith an idea of what she was fighting for or, at least, against.  The marred silence continued until her audience finally broke through. “You’re afraid of the Reapers. Death itself is liberation enough for what I’ve done. If there’s someone who should leave when the job is done, it’s you. I’m not made for a commander’s life. It’s always been my destiny to die fighting my bitter enemy.” The words were wrong, everything about them was wrong.  Faith choked back her own anger at those words.  The embrace was lost, replaced in it’s stead was something different.  I confess to you and you go about talking about fear and death, “Going out whilst taking at least 20 Reapers by myself would be, as an ultimatum, my form of liberation.” “Death is never liberation,” Faith didn’t even bother wasting a single breath of silence.  She wanted this fresh in Scarlet’s mind, “Corpses are just that, corpses.  There isn’t anything grand about it.” She turned away again, tears starting to drop again.  Death was something she knew intimately, “You can die and become a martyr, but all that earns you is a shinier coffin and a few more ponies at the procession.  I’m not doing this because I’m afriad, or because I want to be liberated and see everypony they killed again.” Stupid, she let out a little too much.  Scarlet didn’t need to know her reasons, she didn’t need pity or understanding.  She needed it to sink in, “I’m doing it because I’ve already committed the most horrible taboo possible.  I’ll do it again, and not regret it.  If you have something worth being liberated for, then live.  Live, because dying won’t accomplish anything.” Hoofsteps, doors, clinking, Scarlet was doing something but Faith wasn’t about to turn around.  Turning around meant seeing, seeing could mean understanding, understanding could mean worse things.  Maybe trying to explain this was pointless.  Maybe saying something like, ‘I like you’ meant nothing.  Maybe a Creed really was just a Creed.  The idea that maybe she had done something so horrible that she couldn’t even die properly was a strong one indeed. Finally the sound of objects hitting a table jolted her reverie.  She glanced over, involuntarily to the twin glasses and another of those bottles Scarlet seemed so fond of.  The mare pointed to a chair, her voice still seemed so damn confident, “I think we need to get to know each other a little better before talking about this.” I said my piece.  Leaving would be better.  The voice quelled pointlessly.  There was no power behind it anymore.  She could leave in a few minutes, hours, even after a day.  Her place wouldn’t be ready for a while and the honesty seemed to make it nearly impossible.  Faith took the chair, albeit uncomfortably, watching as the liquid sloshed into the two cups, “Unless the warning is the only thing you came for.” It was, but that seemed like a pointless point now.  Too much had changed from the original plan.  For certain the original plan hadn’t involved being naked or burying her snout in the mare’s nethers.  It would have been nice if the original plan had worked out, but at least she wasn’t quite as self conscious about being naked anymore, quite.  She shifted again. “I don’t,” Faith paused, staring at the liquid in one of the glasses.  To hell with etiquette, to hay with the horrid taste, to wherever with the consequences.  There was nothing about this day that probably couldn’t be solved with a good old glass of poison.  Well, most ponies didn’t call it poison, but most also didn’t grab it and down it in one gulp. A coughing fit erupted afterwards.  It was stronger than the mare was prepared for, and it still burned in her throat as she hacked.  Really, it was amazing ponies actually chose to drink it of their own volition. “Well then, tell me more about yourself.”