Dust Kicker pointed to a three-story building. "We'll rest for the night there. Go on inside, Peacekeeper, and keep your friends with you."
I expected a dusty and worn down building, but I was quickly proven wrong. The place was clean, there were lightbulbs in every room, awaiting the casual flick of a switch to turn on, and the water looked potable enough from the faucets.
Sandra looked around curiously. "Well, for being hellbent on genocide, they know how to keep a place tidy..."
Dusk tapped a chin. "That word has never been more fitting, race killing."
Cindy looked between them. "They're harnessing the power very effectively. I'd love to see some of 'our' cities with that. That would make everyone happier, wouldn't it?"
Sandra pointed at her own mouth. "Forget that a moment, what about these? She said I could do a lot with these things." She let her tongues free and waved them around. "I don't see how..."
Dusk approached Sandra and nuzzles one of the slimy tongues. "Try it on me, just be gentle."
Sandra rubbed a tongue along the underside of his snout. "You're too sweet. Alright." She wrapped a tongue around his midsection, horn and his hindquarters and squeezed gently. Dusk squirmed and let out a little noise of enjoyment, quickly growing stiff from the close contact. Sandra rolled her eyes at the reaction and squeezed again. "I don't know how to start it."
An idea came to me. "Why don't we get his energy moving, and you focus on feeling that, then making it happen on your own?" I stepped up to Dusk and gave his head a soft pet around the tongue ensnaring his horn. "Go ahead and do some magic for us."
"It's hard to concentrate," he complained even as his horn began to glow. He lifted up a book that was sitting on a dressed and floated it over.
Sandra's eyes widened. "I can feel that!" The tongue around Dusk's horn squeezed firmly.
Dusk let out a ragged gasp. "I feel that!" Sandra was drawing the magic from him, forcing him to expel the energy. He closed his eyes and panted for breath, seeming to enjoy the act of being drained. "If the power hookup feels the same way, I can see how they get volunteers."
Sandra did not sample him for long. As she worked, the tongue wrapped around his horn began to glow brighter and brighter. When she drew it back, the glow diminished, but remained as a reminder of its held power. "Step one! Now, for step two, I guess I push instead of pull?" She looked to me. "You're the only other one here, but you already have all the energy you need..."
I made a rolling up motion. "Keep it, for an emergency. You may even need it yourself."
She got the idea and pulled in her tongues, closing her mouth and concealing the glow.
A soft knocking drew our attention to the door. Cindy called out, "Come in!"
A mare with pinkish-brown fur came in and closed the door behind herself. She had one of those cutie marks, showing a corn stalk with a smiley face on it. "Hola , habla usted español?" We shook our heads and she cleared her throat. "I speak... English a little. We talk?"
I nodded at her. "Have a seat. What's up?"
She glanced up at the ceiling before looking back at me with mild confusion before she shook her head. "You from America, si? Yes? Still hombres... people?"
Sandra nodded at her. "We have humans and ponies. They're learning to get along."
"I speak English, a little. You speak slowly, please?" She gave a nervous smile. "My name is Campo de Maíz. Campo or Maiz is good. They do good things, yes? Do bad things. Hombres are good. I... born hombre. Don't want to see all hombres gone." She sagged her head a little. "Think of children, not know what hombre is, very sad."
Dusk frowned as he chose his words slowly for her benefit. "We agree. There is no good reason to hurt humans. We are humans." He waved a hoof at her. "Just fuzzy ones."
She smiled a little before glancing back at the door. "They check on you, yes? Need look busy." She stepped up to Dusk and glanced down at his still stiff member before turning away from him and lifting her tail aside. "Already I am with child."
Dusk colored at the sudden offer, "It feels different when the pony is obviously thinking it through." He hopped up on her and hugged her gently, thrusting his member up under her without entering her. "We don't have to actually do it." He seemed content rubbing against her.
She joined in the blush, looking towards the ground. "I not alone. Many Mexicanos just want live. Did some escape?"
Cindy quickly nodded. "We heard a lot of them made it to America. They're being treated nicely. Anyone willing to lend a hand is welcome."
She smiled, but before she could speak, the door opened without knocking. One of the guards peeked in and snorted softly. "¿Que rápidamente? Usted no tiene ninguna vergüenza, chica. ¿No sabes que no tienen nada para ti?"
She looked all the more shamefaced, shuffling her hooves. "Son gente muy agradable."
He waggled his brows. "Podría ser muy agradable también." He laughed and shut the door.
She grunted. "That hombre! Still, is good we were ready, yes?"