//------------------------------// // Chapter 15 // Story: And They Call It Puppy Love // by kudzuhaiku //------------------------------// All of them sat in the main room, some on the lumpy sofas, others on cushions on the floor, all of them chatting and waiting for something to happen. Today was the day. Several days ago, Pinkie Pie had dropped by and told them to be ready and waiting to return to Ponyville. And so the friends and lovers had spent several anxious days waiting, wondering, worrying about what was ahead. And today was that day. Mint was engaged in a little sweaty petting with Cloudchaser while Thunderlane watched with rapt attention. Parasol and Flitter were discussing something, both of them quite animated. Screwloose and Fleagle were on the sofa, watching and listening to the ponies around them. All of them waiting for today. Everypony knew about Fleagle and Screwloose. There had been some congratulations the day after. There was the air of acceptance. Bonding. Closeness. All of them had bonded. There was no judgment, no disapproval, no hurtful exchanges, not after what had been done to bring the two interspecies lovers back together. It would cheapen everything they had worked for. Mint felt it was the culmination of what love was meant to be, the shared feeling that now existed between all of them, each of them comfortable with one another. For Mint, it was intoxicating. One way or another, something either began or ended today with all of them together. Mint was making bold moves, making furtive little pecks against Cloudchaser’s jawline, both of her hooves working their way under Cloudchaser’s wings. Cloudchaser, for the most part, was now putty in Mint’s hooves. Thunderlane’s interest was apparent, his wings almost half sprung. At any moment now, he felt that he was going to have to go outside and visit the pump again. There was a rustle and a commotion outside, a sound, an odd sound, a sudden sound. The companions all froze, none daring to move or say anything, all of them wondering what was going on. There was a faint knock upon the door. Parasol was the first to her hooves, cautiously heading toward the door. She took a deep breath, her wings fluttering faintly, and pulled it open. She could not believe what she saw. Pinkie Pie stood before her, wearing a black latex suit. Parasol struggled to remember what it was called. A gimp suit perhaps. It was form fitting, hugging every one of Pinkie Pie’s generous plump curves, leaving her shiny, sleek and black. Behind Pinkie Pie stood an army. Dozens and dozens of ponies stood, all of them smiling. In the middle, there were some large masculine stallions, all of them wearing the most gorgeous sequined ballgowns, carefully applied makeup, long supple eyelashes, and quite a number of them were wearing tiaras. Four of them had a throne upon their shoulders, and upon the throne sat Rarity, dressed in full dominatrix garb. She flipped a riding crop through the air, twiddling it carelessly. “Oh hello darlings.” Rarity tittered. “Isn’t my army of drag queens just faaaaabulous? I made their gowns myself. I had to punish a few of them for not holding still during the fitting. Isn’t that right girls?” The four stallions bearing the throne upon their backs nodded. “We are quite ready to march on Ponyville. And on to Canterlot if necessary. It is time for the world to witness my fabulosity.” Rarity said, swooning slightly. She suddenly brought the riding crop down upon her own leg, letting out a shrill cry, tittering obscenely. Her army of elite drag queens all grunted in unison. “We are going to escort you home. So you can freshen up a bit. Settle back in. And we will surround and guard the house for you. Hopefully, the party will come to us.” Pinkie Pie said through an opened zipper on her face mask. “I’ve loaded my party cannon with a special payload.” She pointed the device, born on the backs of several large rather masculine looking mares. “What in Tartarus?” Thunderlane said, standing there in shock, looking around him, seeing all of the ponies. On the outer edges, there was a brown stallion wearing a red and white polka dot dress. He was also wearing a dog collar, and being led around by a unicorn stallion holding the end of the leash. Flitter and Cloudchaser couldn’t believe what they saw, and Mint Jewelup was fanning herself with her hoof. Screwloose and Fleagle stood there, silent and in shock. “Fetch me Screwloose and Fleagle.” Rarity commanded, her jovial tone now gone, replaced with a husky tone of command. A unicorn stepped forward, wearing a stunning ruby encrusted gown. He was tall and handsome, and had green mascara. He lifted Screwloose first, placing on the platform, and then Fleagle, carefully setting him down. Rarity reached down and stroked Fleagle. “Hello again dear.” She cooed. She touched Screwloose with a loving gesture. “And you dear, I hope you are feeling better.” The two sat, on either side of Rarity’s throne, guests of honour. “It is a good day to be queer.” Somepony announced. “Take pride!” Another shouted. “Put our pride on parade!” A voice yelled. “Pride parade?” Somepony questioned. “Pride parade!” Somepony answered. “A moment of silence for all those taken from us.” Lyra said, her voice thick with emotion. A poignant silence fell upon the crowd. It lasted for several minutes. “We must get moving. We have a schedule to keep!” Rarity said. “Some ponies are coming down from Canterlot by train. They are going to meet us at the train station just outside of town. Vinyl Scratch and Octavia Melody are bringing a soiree along with them. Oh my, this has taken on a life of its own!” “I wonder what my mother is going to say about this.” Thunderlane said. He shrugged, and then moved forward to join the fabulous looking mob. “Hi there!” A stallion greeting, waggling his eyebrows. Thunderlane blushed and smiled. “There are so many of us…” said Parasol, her tone one of disbelief, “so many of us.” The mob began to move. Flitter and Cloudchaser fell in step, surrounded by ponies, all of them smiling. A group of mares began to congregate around the sisters. There were many fully sprung wings on display the pegasi portion of the group visibly aroused. This included Thunderlane, which caused Mint no end of amusement. Flitter and Cloudchaser began to rise to the occasion as well. Parasol walked near the front, leading them on, her head held high, Mint Jewelup beside her, Pinkie Pie directly in front of them, her gimp suit squeaking and making obscene noises as she pranced. Ponyville awaited. Over one hundred ponies awaited them at the train station, including another fabulous drag queen division led by Hoity Toity and Photo Finish. Photos were being snapped almost non stop. Sapphire Shores brought her sapphic splendour brigade, a rag tag group of hardened lesbians bent on equal opportunity and tongue in cheek good times. The respective leaders looked out over their combined armies, all of them looking rather proud. Hoity Toity stood smiling, a purple cape rakishly spilling over his shoulders, his glasses perfectly colour coordinated. Sapphire Shores was resplendent in a blue sapphire encrusted gown, a hallmark creation of Rarity. Her sapphic splendour brigade was also dressed in well coordinated blue, with blue mascara. As the army gathered, a heady scent of musky arousal formed a cloud around them. Vinyl Scratch stood on a cargo platform, looking very pleased with herself, nodding her head in time to some unheard by everypony else tune. Octavia stood close by, looking flustered and constantly biting her lip. “I need to make some... music Vinyl.” She said. “I know. We will.” Vinyl replied, watching a wagon being loaded with turntables and a mobile sound system. “We move!” Rarity cried, cracking her riding crop against her throne. Her throne bearers moved forward carefully, steady, still bearing Rarity, her throne, Fleagle, and Screwloose, who was now wearing a tiara of her own. It was delightfully tacky, encrusted with purple and blue gems, and a healthy dash of glitter had been blown into her mane. Fleagle was wearing a fuzzy purple pink stole and grinning broadly, lost in the moment, his tail wagging, his long tongue out and panting. He was having the time of his life. “I am the belle of the ball!” A stallion cried in a deep bellowing voice. “Today, I am the stallion my partner dreams of me being!” A soft feminine voice said delicately, each word spoke with perfect annunciation and inflection. Madness descended upon Ponyville, and it arrived with a thudding, thumping, orgasmic techno beat. It felt good to be home, Screwloose reflected. The house was filled with ponies, but that was mostly alright. They were all extended family anyway, she felt. They all had the same common struggle. The outside of the house was surrounded by an army. A fabulous army. Rarity was holding court and granting favours. There was bedlam in the streets, and certain ponies had taken notice. Not that it mattered to the partying ponies. Many of the townsponies had come to join them. The Cakes were there, Mr. Cake looking absolutely fabulous in a perfectly cut sun dress and white pearls. Mrs. Cake had her faux leather thigh high boots on and ponies were lining up to lick them. There mood was festive. There was gaiety in the air. On the other side of town, a large group marched from the asylum, an army of orderlies, all wearing white coats, being led by a contingent of doctors and nurses, Dr. Hornwinkle in the forefront. Almost half of the orderlies were wearing riot gear, the other half having to make due without, as they were a little short on protective garb. There had never been an event quite like this before. Mass hysteria had fallen upon Ponyville, dogs and ponies living together. In the middle of the town stood Discord, sensing something epic was about to go down. He snapped his talons, summoning up a floor length evening gown encrusted with a riotous display of different coloured gemstones. He conjured up a mirror, applying his makeup just so, going for basic black mascara and eyeliner. He applied fire wagon red lipstick, smooching at his own reflection. There was a slit running up the side of the gown, revealing his hip. He ran his paw down his bare leg. “I feel shexshay!” Discord said, still trying to pucker up and smooch himself in the mirror. He endured a nearly orgasmic shudder. “I feel pretty, oh so pretty, beautiful witty and gay!” He turned and sashayed off towards the party with his date, his own reflection, who was wearing a nice tuxedo in the mirror, his hips rocking sexily back and forth like a ringing bell. Hoity Toity saw them first, the army of white coats and riot gear. “Egads, who wears white after Labour Day?” He moaned, his sensibilities taking a major wound. He clutched at his barrel and staggered from the nearly fatal blow to his fashion sense. “Girls!” Rarity shouted. “Look alive!” Rarity’s army moved into a defensive phalanx, blocking the door. Sapphire Shores’ sapphic splendour brigade formed a rank in front of them, announcing they could lick any foe as they did so. Discord arrived, showering confetti everywhere and hugging Pinkie Pie, squeaking his paw along her gimp suit. He looked rather pleased with himself. There was no way that Celestia could blame him for this mess, he was just an innocent bystander. Screwloose emerged from the door, and found herself hoisted back upon Rarity’s throne platform. Mint wiggled out beneath them and stood by, smiling broadly, feeling empowered. Glitter twinkled in the breeze. “Has the whole town gone mad?” Dr. Hornwinkle shouted. “No.” Said Screwloose. “We’ve come out into the open.” “You can’t have her!” Mint shouted. “You can’t fix all of us and just make this go away.” One of Rarity’s queens sashayed forward, wiggling his hips in a seductive manner. “I want to see you fix me.” He demanded in a gravelly voice. Dr. Hornwinkle grimaced. “Order must be restored. Disperse at once.” Pinkie Pie pushed her way through the crowd, advancing on Dr. Hornwinkle. She whipped a dildo out from a concealed location, it was still wet and glistening. “Just try to make us leave!” Pinkie Pie shouted, brandishing the slick looking dildo like a sword. For a mere moment, Rarity’s orange tongue flicked over her lips, her eyes narrowing into slits, and her face crinkled with desire. “You took everything from me!” Screwloose shouted. “Everything! You stole my memories! You tried to fix me! Tried to change me from what I am just because I didn’t conform to your standards!” “We are trying to make you better!” Dr. Hornwinkle shouted. Pinkie Pie slapped him in the face with the dildo, leaving behind a soaked red welt on his cheek. Orderlies in riot gear began to move forward. “Protect my plaything girls!” Rarity shouted. An army of queens moved into place around Pinky. Their gowns were blinding in the daylight. “You know Dr. Hornwinkle, you’d be considered sick too. You married a pegasus. Something that was completely unheard of at one time.” Mint shouted. “Would you want somepony taking her away from you?” Dr. Hornwinkle stood defiant, unmoving. “What gives you the right to do what you did to me?” Screwloose demanded. “I don’t even know who I am anymore. I might still have family. I might still have a mother or a father that loves me and is worried sick about where I am. You’ve ruined my life!” Discord snapped his fingers. All of the white lab coats were now fiendishly pink. Labial pink. He whistled innocently as the orderlies began to squirm. Pinkie Pie, safe behind a protective group of drag queens, swiveled her party cannon towards the group of orderlies. The crowd before her parted, opening, making room for her to fire. “Leave now.” Pinkie warned. “And never come back. This is your last warning.” “How many others have been like me? Different? How many ponies have you fixed?” Screwloose said. “You once told me that confession is good for a troubled mind. Is your mind troubled Dr. Hornwinkle?” Dr. Hornwinkle scowled. His orderlies were losing morale. Nurse Redheart was now leaning on a tall stallion wearing a dazzling yellow dress, and he was whispering sweet nothings into her ear. Her nurses hat was gone and replaced with a tiara. Something happened, but nopony could say what. Later, when this was a story to be told, there were a hundred different versions of what had happened. The ponies in riot gear surged forward, the orderlies in labial pink coats turned tail and retreated, and Pinkie’s cannon went off. It had been loaded with a payload of well lubricated dildos and plotplugs. There were casualties among the retreating orderlies. There was much butthurt. Painful plots proliferated profoundly. Anarchy ejaculated into the streets, the inevitable conflict just beginning. Pinkie Pie darted forward, still brandishing a dildo like a sword, dancing around on her hindhooves, the dildo whipping through the air, making whooshy wooshy noises as she whipped it about. “EEEEEEENOUGH!” A lavender alicorn and a pink cotton candy alicorn landed in the middle of the fabulous fracas. “I leave on one tiny vacation to see my brother and my sister in law and I start getting worrisome letters telling me to come home at once, there is trouble in Ponyville. I want an explanation about what is going on here. And Pinkie Pie, what are you doing?” Princess Twilight Sparkle demanded. Pinkie Pie dropped her dildo and stood there, grinning sheepishly. “Is that… Is that, wait, is that a dildo? What in Tartarus is going on here?” Twilight Sparkle commanded. She looked confused. She looked around, seeing Rarity’s fabulous army, Rarity sitting on a throne in full dominatrix garb, ponies in riot gear, it was too much. She turned to Discord. “Can you explain what is going on?” Discord quailed. “You want me… To tell you… What is going on?” He shot his date in the mirror a glance. “I had nothing to do with this whatsoever.” Screwloose explained everything. Dr. Hornwinkle had tried to interrupt, but there was a snap of claws from somewhere and Dr. Hornwinkle was suddenly in a gimp suit, his mouth zippered shut. To say that Twilight Sparkle looked disturbed was putting it mildly. Her facial tics rivaled Screwloose’s. Cadance was looking around at the fabulously dressed mob and smiling. Love was love to the Princess of Love. And there was a lot to love here. A love of a keen fashion sense being only the tip of the plotplug. Somepony floated a festive feather boa around her neck. When Screwloose had had her say, Twilight Sparkle looked sternly at Dr. Hornwinkle. She did not seem pleased. Or friendly. One of the plot blasted orderlies was nearby, now chatting up a rather stallionish looking mare with a broad jaw and a deep voice. Twilight turned her gaze upon him and he fell silent. Twilight turned to Cadance, looking for guidance, comfort, something, anything. Cadance was now wearing oversized bright yellow sunglasses now in addition to her feather boa, and she was sipping punch through a crazy straw. Fleagle cautiously crept forward, the crowd parting for him, approaching Twilight Sparkle. She stood, now staring at him, her face solemn and serious. “Princess?” Fleagle said, crouching on all fours. “Please, call me Twilight Sparkle.” Twilight said. “Me Fleagle.” Fleagle returned. “Might Fleagle ask something of you?” “Sure, why not.” Twilight said, watching an inflated beach ball getting tossed around the crowd. “Fleagle wants to stay in Ponyville. With me Screwloose.” Fleagle said pleadingly, looking sad and rather adorable. Twilight Sparkle sighed. “Of course you can stay.” Fleagle pointed at Dr. Hornwinkle. “Oh him?” Twilight said. “Oh, I wouldn’t be worried about what he might do. He’s going to be getting some help for his condition.” Fleagle nodded. Twilight Sparkle observed the Cake family, paragons of the community, and she felt something fragile in her mind pull free. Strangely, she felt better. She looked at Pinkie Pie, and then at Rarity, and then noticed Rarity staring at Pinkie Pie. She blinked a few times. Suddenly, a lot of things made sense. “Princess?” A deep voice asked. “Yes?” Twilight said, hating the title. “Could you marry us?” The voice replied. A stallion wearing a brilliant violet gown with blue trim stepped forward, another stallion by his side, this one rather plain looking. “I don’t even understand why this is an issue.” Twilight stammered. “We don’t have the same rights!” Lyra shouted. “No we don’t!” Bon Bon added. Twilight looked at the mob. All of them were staring at her. Eyes blinked. Cadance was looking at her too. “Just be with who you love.” Twilight said. “That isn’t enough!” Somepony shouted angrily. “We’re not sick! We’re ponies too. We deserve to be happy. We don’t want to be hauled away in the middle of the night and have our minds messed with.” “Oh, that is is going to stop.” Twilight promised. “But we want to be married.” The stallion protested. “Fine. You are now married.” Twilight said in exasperated tones. “Really?” The stallion said ecstatically. Twilight nodded. Cadance looked around. “Anypony else? I’ll do it. With some enthusiasm.” She shot Twilight a scathing glance. There was suddenly a flood of ponies rushing forward, and Discord shoved to the front of the line holding his mirror. Fleagle retreated, finding his way back to Screwloose. “Are these marriages legal? A mare inquired. “We will make them so.” Twilight said, rubbing her head with a hoof. “Celestia never allowed this.” Octavia said, moving through the line, frogmarching Vinyl forward. “Auntie is a little behind the times.” Cadance apologised. “If she saw this here today, she would understand.” Mint, Parasol, Screwloose, and Fleagle sat comfortably in their home. It was late. The party still raged outside. There had been many marriages. But not for Screwloose and Fleagle. Not yet. Soon, they had agreed, but there was a lot of things left to do. Like going out on dates. Picking up where they had left off. “Things worked out well.” Mint said, squeezing Parasol. “You have a protective order from a Princess to keep you safe and secure. They’re going to try and see if they can find any of your family or old friends. There is a lot to celebrate.” Mint yawned. Parasol frowned. “Going to impossible to sleep tonight with all that ruckus outside.” “I like the ruckus outside.” Mint said. Fleagle yawned. “I wonder if I’ll have puppies.” Screwloose said, thinking aloud. “Puppies?” Fleagle replied. “Equestria is full of crossbreeds.” Mint commented. “I think I’d like puppies someday.” Screwloose said. Parasol poked Mint. “I’ll take that massage with a happy ending now.” She murmured.