//------------------------------// // Chapter Eleven: Sex (sfw) // Story: Fallout: Equestria - Gaia Prevails // by John Colt //------------------------------// Charter Eleven Sex “Aideen’s Audiolog. February 17, 1247. Okay, a lot happened today. Crafts plan worked, we got the Enclave's attention and even two allies. We took cover in the Gaia-Prevails complex, and are now under siege from the Enclave.” Everypony of our group claimed one of the rooms. I took one decorated in dark purple, before I realized it was a rather Nightmaremoonish color. Changing rooms now would mean I admit defeat, and I’m not going to do that. So she can subconsciously make me choose such a room, big deal, I’m not afraid of her. Or at least I have a strong enough will to stand up against her. Or maybe I’m just putting too much thought into this, after all I chose this room for the fully stocked bookshelf. I found “A Theory on magical ‘theorems’ by Dr. Spellfield”. It made me doubt everything I ever took for certain when it comes to magic. The stallion was a genius. ‘Science is all about questioning the status quo’ as he phrased it. After four hours I only managed to read about 100 pages. The way it’s written makes you put the book away for a few minutes and think about what you just read, and then you have to reread it and repeat that process. While the book didn’t teach anything, I felt way smarter now, but it’s almost midnight, I should go to sleep. Actually I should have investigated the facility further and not get sidetracked by a book, no matter how good it was. The books I can take with me; the time in this facility might be limited. Well, it’s too late for that now, figuratively, and too late literally for my brain to think about too complicated stuff. I looked at the book, which would, by all means, be categorized as ‘too complicated stuff’, and smiled. Yeah, I just contradicted myself. I dimmed the lights and thought a little about all the things that happened today. Oh, I still needed to make an Audiolog. How could I have possibly forgot, the one routine I have in my life? Knock, knock. Somepony knocked gently twice at my door. What the..? “Yes? Come inside.” Who the hell could it be? Wait... is this like a ‘nighttime visit’? I’m not sure if I... want to... or if I could, for that matter, and I’m certainly not prepared for this. I notice how my heart started beating faster. The door slid open and Cirrus came in. She closed the door behind her again. “Uh... Hey.” “Uh... Hey.” I repeated. This is kinda awkward, I was lying on a satin bed, with the lights dimmed, and I had a pony with me in the room from which I knew had feelings for me. “I... ahh... wanted to talk to you.” Oh good, she wants to talk to me, and not... why did I even start thinking that? Calm down heart, you’re making a fool of yourself. “Yeah, sure. I mean, why else would come to me at such an hour?” You’re an idiot, Aideen. “Must be important.” “I want to get something off my chest, and... can... can you get the lights first? This feels awkward.” “Yes, lights!” I used my magic to turn the lever up again. With brighter light the situation feels less awkward. “So what is it?” Cirrus leaned at the wall to have as much distance from me as possible. “About you and me, actually only me. I... uhm... I was desperate, kinda... I was the CO in Nine-Two, and everypony was afraid of me there.” She sighed. “So with another member of the Enclave, a higher ranking one at that, or so I thought, I thought I had a chance of...” She paused. “a chance of getting laid.” “Oh.” I’m not sure if I want to sex right now– if I want to TALK about sex right now. “It’s not like I cannot control my urges, but...” “You wanted to.” I concluded. “You were really pretty, you still are, of course, but I really came to like you. You’re funny, and super smart. I mean, the way you solved that murder. I really admire you.” Oh, this is so awkward. “Maybe I am- was crushing a little even.” I have no idea how to respond. “You said ‘really’ a lot.” “Haha, and you notice the weirdest things. That’s probably why you solved that murder...” I cannot tell her that Craft solved it before me, and made me do so only to impress Cirrus. “And you can expertly change the topic somehow.” “It wasn’t my intention, I’m sorry, I just don’t know what to say. Uhm... Thanks? I also like you... really like you. Heh.” She also chuckled upon my use of ‘really’. “You are also funny and smart, and I kinda like your colorset, it’s a nice contrast, and it brings out your eyes.” What am I doing here? “But I’m chubby.” “Only a little.” “Haha,” Cirrus laughed. “You have no idea how to comfort somepony, do you?” “Nope, never learned it.” It was an honest answer. “You are also concerned about the right things, Cirrus. While we celebrated catching our bad guy. And also: I can’t imagine the strength it took for you to stay calm at the moment, and then go and even make a plan of playing double agent, that is some pretty serious self-control, and I admire you for that.” She didn’t respond immediately. Shit, I shouldn’t have brought that up, should I? But then she forced a smile. “Thanks. Then there are a few other things I want to talk to you about in private.” “Shoot.” “You’re straight! I overheard you flirting with Turbulence.” “Well, actually... I don’t think I am.” Right? “And it was more Craft who flirted with him, not me.” “It was Craft? Huh... That’s...” “You were a little bit high on painkillers at the moment, or something like that.” She paused and narrowed her eyes a little, then she only repeated. “Or something like that. But, if I understood right, you are not interested in him?” “I... ahh...” No, let me start over. “I... ahh...” I’ve been this far already, once before, I believe. “I don’t have a lot of good experience when it comes to relationships.” While it was the truth, it wasn’t really an answer to her question. “Just, I want to be your friend and I want to support you, which leads me to Craft.” “Craft? What about Craft?” “I think you should get rid of her.” “Get rid of Craft? What do you mean?” Cirrus waited a small moment, trying to phrase it. She didn’t plan this properly. “I don’t like her, and she’s not good for you, or for anyone for that matter.” “Craft... has her issues, and I have mine. She might be gruff, but... We need her.” Cirrus and Turbulence maybe not. “I need her.” “I understand...” She trailed off. She just talked to me about a possible sexual relation with her or Turbulence, and now she thinks that Craft and I... “I didn’t mean it like that, she just helps me a lot... she pushes me along a path when I can’t see where I’m going, and I still can’t see where I’m going.” Wow, I can be quite deep. “Yeah, I figured Craft is something like that to you, but...” “But what?” Am I really defending Craft here? “You are the dominant one, Aideen. You hear? You are smarter than her, you are friendlier than her, you are better than her in every.” “She’s the one with the plan.” “And what is that plan?” “I don’t know!” I shouted; I can’t believe that I shouted right into her face. Anger made itself clear in Cirrus’ face. “Fine.” She turned around, and left the room. All that came to my mind was that I should stop her, that I should apologize for shouting at her, but I didn’t. I was angry myself. Cirrus doesn’t understand me. *** *** *** Honestly, I didn’t plan on getting sidetracked again, but seeing a fancy bathroom convinced me it might be worth it. I hadn’t bathed since Craft wanted to give me a new manestyle to make me prettier and fetch a better price for me. Huh... When I think about it: What is Craft's motivation? The only thing I can come up with is ‘money’, but what is her end game? The tub was slowly filling with water while I thought about life. What would a pony like Craft want out of life? What does anypony want out of life? What do I want out of life? I have no shot-term plan. ‘Do what Craft says’ doesn’t seem like a good one, and she actually said I should be the one to make our plan, after we were involved and have another insanely powerful faction after this complex... Wow, I believe everything we accomplished so far was to double our problems. And what about a long term plan? The only part of it that I figured out was that I want foals at one point, and that I want to make sure that what happened to me won't happen to them. When I think about it, I have no idea how to manage that. I don’t want to be that kind of mother that isn’t able to protect her child. I don’t blame my own mother for what happened to me. I believe, or at least hope, that she has done everything she could do to help me. No, I HAVE to believe it. My mother HAS tried everything in her power to help me. I felt a tear running down my cheek. Dear god, Aideen, keep yourself together. I started crying. “Oh, come on.” Saying my frustration out loud doesn’t help. Why am I crying? What stage of whatever I’m going through is being completely aware of my emotional instability? There is like denial, as a stage of something, though that is exactly what I am not in. What am I even going through? Let’s see, what’s going on with me? Be rational, Aideen. First thing to do is stop crying. Denial is the first stage! So what have I denied? Or do I still deny it? I don’t deny that it gave me emotional issues, a few of them actually, hehe... Great, now I’m laughing for no reason, no, actually I’m both laughing and crying right now. Seriously now, Aideen, control yourself. Maybe if I hold my breath I'll stop laughing, or crying for that matter. It seems to be working, my quivers were getting less intense and the time between them shorter. But now I'd need some air again, and I’m going to jump into that amazing bathtub. It had a switch that makes bubbled come from the bottom, I have no idea what that would be good for, but as I know the facility has been the headquarters of a genius and a goddess, it must serve a purpose. The water got too hot while I thought about life. A moan escaped me as the water engulfed me. I might cook myself, but it felt so good when I immersed myself into the water. The sensation of burning was like a cleansing to me. It was pain, not anything else. You could argue I was torturing myself, but it certainly didn’t feel like it. I put my head out of the water, to breathe again and put strands of soggy mane out of my face. Torture... During my last bath Craft thought she was torturing me. It certainly is torture if somepony else is doing something like that to me without my consent. But if it is by my own hoof... the thought sent a tingle through my body. There speaks nothing against doing that, right? Let’s see what these bubbles are for. Ohmygosh. The little bubbles rising from the bottom of the tub ran up and along my body, caressing me. I saw no reason not to give myself to a blissful feeling and enjoy myself for once. The bathroom's door opened, and Craft walked inside with an investigative expression, looking at everything to see if she could find anything interesting, it was the exact same way I strolled through the facility until half an hour ago. Her eyes fell on me. … She just stared. Please don’t know, please don’t know, please don’t- “Awkward.” The word was stretched out, and she forced a smile. My expression must have gave it away. “Hey... Craft.” “So, hey, I meant to find you, and... well, I found you. Ahh...” She tried not to look in my direction. “Nevermind, we talk later...” She turned to leave. “Wait.” Confusion made itself clear on Craft's face. “No stupid comment?” “No.” She shook her head. “No stupid comment. I’ll just leave you this...” A newspaper article floated in front of her. “You know what? It would ruin your mood. We’ll talk later, I’ll be in my room.” *** *** *** I didn’t finish. Craft, while being understanding and going away immediately, has put me out of the mood. I’ve waited longer for the tub to fill than I actually was inside of it. As much as I’d like to blame Craft, she didn’t do it on purpose. Knock, knock, knock. “You know, you don’t need to know when I invited you.” Craft’s voice came out her room. Right... I opened the door and stepped inside. What Craft has done to her room... Well, I didn’t really know what I expected. “Uhh... Hey Craft. You wanted to talk to me? Nice decoration, by the way.” “Aideen...” She took a very serious tone. “You must be really fucked up in the head to think this is nice décor.” “Craft...” I mimicked her tone. “You must be really simple minded to not recognize sarcasm.” “Uhh, a witty comeback. I like. Seems like I defiled your precious personality.” As I maneuvered around all the stuff she had gathered in her room. “What is all this?” “Thing that can easily be sold, or I’d like to keep for myself, like this bow here for example.” Craft lifted the bow I’ve seen her with yesterday already. “This is an energy weapon.” She drew out the string, and an arrow of pure energy started to form. I stared at it with my mouth agape. “This is...” “...awesome.” we said in unison. “So, you wanted to talk to me?” “Ahh... yeah. Where do I have it...” She looked around her room. “Aha! Here it is.” It was the newspaper article she had earlier. “Ministry official confirm break in. Blah, blah, two megaspells ‘Love and Tolerance’ who were meant to be used in quick succession after each other, blah, culprits confirmed to be the terrorist group ‘Gaia Prevails’.” She floated the article over to me, so I could read it myself. “They call Spellfield and Princess Celestia terrorists?” “Well not directly, and you are missing the point.” “You think those two megaspells are in here?” It wasn’t a comforting thought. “Yes, and this is not an asset we can...” She looked around as if we could be eavesdropped on, and continued whispering. “sell to anypony, you understand. We’ve got ourselves a situation.” “Okay, so no selling the megaspells, but why are we whispering?” “Why are we whispering.” She repeated. “You’re kidding, right? You’re not. Okay, look. You can share your half with Cirrus and Turbulence, but I won’t. As long as they think this complex belongs to the two of us anyway, we don’t have to give them a single cap.” “Now you have to be kidding me. We ruined their lives, they don’t have more than the clothes on their bodies.” “Yeah, as I said, give them everything you want from your half.” “The fact that Turbulence is here is fully on you.” “I improvised.” “Having him here is your failed plan, take responsibility.” “Oh, oh! MY failed plan? Excuse me, but when have YOU ever come up with anything? Do I need to tell you that your decisions aren’t the best, Aideen?” “What do you mean, when have you let me decide anything?” “Your soloadventures. Jumping off cliffs, buying houses in towns where half of the population hates you, oh, and there is something else.” “Don’t.” “But I have a really good go here.” “Don’t bring Quick Shot up.” “Then how about masturbating when you have a perfectly good stallion in range, or Cirrus, who is in way over her head about you.” “She’s not...” “Her denial makes her even cuter, and it also makes her crave for you more.” “Cirrus is... wait. How do you know... You’re still spying on me.” I looked at my PipBuck. “So... you walked in on me on purpose?” Craft thought about her answer for a second. Come on, deny it. “Yes, I... I overheard, and came as soon as possible to stop you.” “But why? Why would you do something like that?” “Look, Aideen. It wasn’t the only thing I’ve heard, you are emotionally unstable. You will implode soon. There’s so much you keep suppressing. It’s not just sexual tension you got there, it’s sexual frustration. So I made it worse on purpose, you know why? I need you mentally frustrated enough to do what I say, and really build off your sexual frustration, not suppress it further. I am trying to help you here, and yes I have to use unorthodox methods. But you don’t exactly have normal issues.” “You... you...” “I am trying to help you. You have been insanely lucky since two weeks ago, but this streak of luck will end at one point, and when it does, you will be a quivering ball of fur within a week. No wait, worse. You’ll be host to Nightmare Moon because you gave in.” I felt my eyes watering up again. Why does Craft have to be such an asshole? And why does she have to be right? “Now punch me.” She stood in front of me now. I’d like to. “Punch. Me.” She was serious. This was some kind of trick, but somehow I have raised my hoof. “PUNCH ME!” And I did. I punched right on her left cheek. I saw Craft trace her teeth with her tongue to taste if she might be bleeding. “Again, harder this time.” And I did. I aimed for the same spot. She had to rub her cheek. “Good girl. Again.” I swung my hoof down on her, trying to punch her down, but she dodged, and with a single knock to my head she used my momentum to bring me down. “Hey.” When she kicked me in the side, I gasped out the air in my lungs. “Stop it!” I coughed. “Because it’s unfair?” She kicked me again. “Because life is usually fair?” She was going easy on me, I know that. “Because when you are down you expect life to not keep kicking you?” I managed to catch her hoof. “Good job. Sadly you never do what I want you to do, and the lessons I want to teach you get mixed up. So I ask you kindly to do what I say.” She engulfed me in her magic and set me upright again. “Why are you doing this?” I held my side and tried to catch my breath. “Because I kinda like you, for some reason. Usually I would have already disposed of you, not killed you, just got rid of you. I need you to have access to this facility, but we partnered up. This” She gestured around in her room. “is worth it. You have to realize, that I don’t want an emotionally unstable partner. That’s why I’m trying to help you, I’m trying to improve you.” “Improve me?” I can’t even form proper thoughts right now. “Yes, improve you, and it’s working already. Like that murder, I didn’t solve it, I only made you think I did. You wouldn’t have done anything, if I hadn’t acted that way. Or the comeback you had on me when you came in.” “Really? You didn’t know that he was the murderer?” “Well, sure I knew after a while... but you were faster. You’re smarter than me, but you don’t know how to use your intelligence, you lack the experience.” “So what to I do?” “You go read your books, take a nap, and you come back to me at midnight.” “Okay...” “We’ll have you standing steadfast soon. You’re damaged, not broken, not beyond repair. Okay?” “Yeah...” If anyone can save me from Nightmare Moon, it’s Craft. *** *** *** I’m only emotionally unstable, not stupid, I’m not following Craft blindly. Sure, I took the nap how she told me, but I’m not going to let her stroll around this facility and let her take whatever she wants. One just has to hope she can’t smuggle two megaspells in her saddlebags. I know I can’t let her keep everything she finds, if she comes up with ‘finders keepers’, I’ll just tell her that I found the facility, or that the deal was 50/50 and that accounts to the cool stuff too, and not just in general. Gosh, I really want that bow. I want to take it apart, study it, roll around in its components, and then put it back together. Maybe this imagination went a little overboard, but it’s good that I’m in peace with having issues now, otherwise I would had to have explained to myself how technology, unlike ponies, can never disappoint me. I investigated the facility alone a bit, but soon found that there are parts under lock-down, and I don’t have access to them unless I have administrative rights on the terminal in the control room. I still haven’t figured out how to get into it, and as much as I pride myself with my abilities, the thing was pretty much unhackable. I spent a lot of time playing chess with Turbulence, who, as it turns out, has a rook-and-bishop as a cutiemark. Half of the games I wasn’t horrendously destroyed, and I even managed to win once, although I believe he let me win that one. Who would believe that geeks can have muscles? I’ve only made my experiences in the Crimson Company, everypony who had muscles there was dumb as hell. I also found out what Cirrus’ cutiemark is; a clipboard with a pencil; her special talent is ‘organizing’, which explains why the notes on the murder were so well organized. The real investigation work has been really supremely done by her, she was just too innocent to see the pattern. During Turbulence and my chess game Cirrus had been watching without any idea what is going on, she was creeping quite close to the board until she confessed that she had bad eyesight and her contact lenses were useless without the proper care, so she tossed them. As luck has it, we found her a pair that even matched her level of sight-debility. With glasses Cirrus looked absolutely adorable! After that we pretty much just played boardgames together, and that’s it. We almost never talked. Everypony was in their thoughts. I had congratulated Turbulence on his chess-skills, but it had felt really awkward with Cirrus being present. I have to look up the definition of flirting to avoid that when the two of them are in the same room. I should probably keep them at whatever level of affection they are towards me until Craft advised me to do something. Oh gosh, that sounds pathetic... When it was late enough I told them I’d go to sleep, but in truth I went to continue reading Spellfield’s book and waiting for midnight to meet with Craft. I didn’t have to wait that long though, because Craft came into my room only a bit after 11 o’clock. “Gooood evenin’!” She seems to be in a good mood, I don’t know if that was a good or a bad thing for me. “You’re early.” “And you’re fussy, I know I told you that once already. I mean I could go again and leave you here in anticipation. I imagined you sitting in front of my door looking at your PipBuck for the exact second it turns midnight to knock, and I thought to myself: ‘Hey, another lesson I can teach her.’ Be less fussy! Details? Fuck details! Okay?” “Be less fussy and fuck details.” I repeated. “Got it.” “Of course don’t fuck ‘em if they matter, so ahm... you’ve got to evaluate details for their importance.” “Yeah, I...” She’s right. “Okay. So what are we gonna do?” “I’m glad you asked that my young protégé.” Skip the act, please. “You’ll not approve outright.” I didn’t imagine anything else. “But I hope you are going to like it.” Craft turned around. “Follow me.” I released a tension I haven’t noticed until now. Huff... For a few moments I thought she was going to want to... have sex with me. I rubbed my temples, I should stop thinking about that stuff somehow, Craft was just unpredictable, and if I could do my own therapy I’d... hm... I’m not sure how to finish that sentence. If I’d know how to treat my fuckedupness I wouldn’t have it in the first place. “That’s Cirrus’ room.” I stated when she stopped. Was that our destination? “Your powers of observation continue to serve you well.” Craft dimmed on the console next to Cirrus’ room the lights, and ordered the door to open. “What are you doing?” “You’ll see.” Craft walked into Cirrus’ room as if there’s nothing unusual about that. “Daaaw, isn’t she the cutest?” I followed Craft inside to... I don’ know... stop her? But Cirrus looked indeed extremely cute when sleeping. “Don’t you just want to do... nasty things to her?” “What? This is what this is about?” Craft jumped onto the bed, making the mattress wobble, and in order Cirrus too. “Yep.” Cirrus groaned at the sudden movement and cuddled herself deeper into the blanket. I let an “awww” escape me. “Come here.” Craft gestured me to come closer. “Let me give you a rape one-oh-one.” She sat herself right next to Cirrus opposite of me, and cleared her throat. She wasn’t kidding. “First thing you’ve gotta know is that the act is about control. As the former victim you know that you were completely helpless. So the first thing we need to give you when it comes to sex is control.” That actually sounds about right. “Uhm...” “This spell” She ignited her horn and leaned down to touch Cirrus’ forehead with it. “will keep her sleeping.” She walked around Cirrus and jumped of the bed. “Go nuts.” “Wait, what? You’re leaving? What about..?” “I’m not going to watch, ugh. That’s not my fetish. And you need a judgment free zone.” “And what am I supposed to do?” “Whatever you want. Imagine how you’d like to be touched... no wait, you don’t like that in general. So uhm... just start with touching her. Stroke her, let you hoof glide through her coat, caress her. Just imagine how loving couples would act. Then start placing kisses along her neck and work your way down.” She can phrase that situation quite romantically, I guess. “Clop her off, or eat her out if you dare.” I’ll take that back. “Just remember, this is you giving, not receiving, okay?” I couldn’t properly think, I just stared at Cirrus. “Okay...” I heard the door close. *** *** *** I just raped Cirrus and I don’t even feel bad about it. Quite the contrary, I felt self confident. She, ohh... she had made the cutest little squees and moans, and I’ve been the pony to make her make those noises. It was a way better response I got to anything I have ever done. Screw ‘good job’, I want to hear more of those moans. Actually... I could hear such moans again, and even get my own pleasure out of it. I opened the door to Turbulence’s room. This is probably a bad idea, but I memorized the spell Craft cast. I probably should be scared again about my magic, after all I managed to copy a spell I only saw once that interferes with a pony's brain, but I couldn’t care less at the moment. There is something entirely different I should worry at the moment, how wrong all of this is, but I didn’t care for that either. It’s a victimless crime, they’d probably enjoy it if they were awake anyway. “So it’s true that nerds have the biggest.” I joked to myself, although Turbulence could claim he was above average it was certainly not the biggest I’ve ever seen. I sighed that I reminded myself of the amount of... phalluses I’ve seen, but that’s a part of me, it is going to stick to me the rest of my life and I have to learn to live with it. He was positioned that I can simply ride him, and, dear god, sex is so good when I actually try to enjoy it, way better than clopping. His moans were way more subtle than Cirrus’, but not as quiet as me, which was kinda remarkable as I did all the work and had to begun breathing heavily. Sure, he bucked a little reflexively, but... I’m the one who acts; I’m the one in control... When he groaned, I needed to check if he might have woken up, but I kept my eyes closed, I really want to concentrate on other senses right now... “Aideen?” I froze in my movement, and opened my eyes. He was looking around sleepdrunken, trying to figure out what was going on. The two seconds he took to start smiling felt like eternities. “Aideen.” He repeated my name in a saucy tone, and pushed me over to be on top of me. “You could have just asked.” A kiss was planted on my neck before he lifted himself to- “NO!” I screamed, and sent him flying through the room. What to do? Flee! I broke down in the corridor, my heart was racing, and I was crying again. “Aideen!” Of course he had to come after me, and I could hear from his tone he was angry. “What the hell was...” He stopped when he saw me crying. “Wha- What is going on?” I couldn’t answer. There was no plausible lie I could come up with, and there was no plausible truth I could come up with either. Just... what have I done? “Aideen...” He tried to grab my shoulder to turn me to him, probably to comfort me, but... “DON’T TOUCH ME!” I don’t rightly know why I screamed, but at least I turned around to face him. He was biting his lip, he had probably no idea what’s going on, but neither did I for that matter. To make everything worse Cirrus’ door opened. “I heard shouting...” I was crying, and Turbulence was still very well equipped. “It’s... ahh... It’s not what it looks like.” He defended himself. “Ahh... Well, actually it is, but I have no idea what’s going on. She kinda... jumped me while I was sleeping, and then she freaked out or something.” “Aideen, that...” Cirrus trailed off, “You weren’t in my room earlier too, were you?” I just continued sobbing, but I guess she knew the truth now. “Aideen, why would you...” Her gaze continued to fall on Turbulence’s member. “Can you put that away?” She sighed. “Why would you do this?” “I... I don’t...” Well, actually I do know why I began doing this. “Craft has...” “Oh Aideen, stop it with the Craft-thing already. She’s not real. And you’re not five years old to blame your mistakes on an imaginary friend.” *** *** *** Footnote: Level progress: 66%! Quest: Gaia Prevails [ ] Investigate every room of the facility.