//------------------------------// // Chapter 6 // Story: Bridge over River Rijn // by Wheller //------------------------------// Chapter 6 Pinkie Pie had stopped crying by this point, and she and Surprise had sat down on one of the sofas and were watching television. WBC was the only channel that they could understand. Everything else was either in Nederlands, though they did notice that there was a few channels that clearly originated in Bundesrepublik Schäferhund, and one or two channels that, were Applejack here with them, would have described as ‘ponies speaking in fancy.’ Pinkie Pie didn’t really know what they were talking about on WBC, something called the ‘Said Canal Crisis’, Pinkie Pie had not the slightest idea what the Said Canal was, or even where it was. The voice on the television kept talking about Misr, the country in which the Said Canal was located. Pinkie Pie had not the faintest idea where it was, and despite their suite’s luxury, it did not have a map of the world in it. The door to the suite opened, Pinkie Pie and Surprise turned around to see that Twilight, Vinyl Scratch, Rainbow Dash, and Fusilier Willoughby had just walked in, their jaws dropping at just how luxurious the place was. Pinkie Pie turned to Surprise to smile at her, after all, they had done the same thing. But Pinkie Pie was surprised to discover that Surprise had disappeared. She had literally been there just a second ago, and now Surprise was gone. Pinkie Pie looked up and watched as Vinyl Scratch went over to open one of doors to take a look inside it. Pinkie Pie felt something, and looked behind her. Her tail was twitching. ‘Twitchy twitcha twitcha twitch!’ Pinkie Pie exclaimed, and then looked back to Vinyl Scratch. ‘Vinyl! Wait! No!’ Too late, Vinyl Scratch opened the door. ‘SURPRISE!’ Surprise cried out and tackled Vinyl to the floor, hugging the musical mare profusely. Vinyl groaned loudly, but hugged the pegasi mare back. Pinkie Pie could only giggle at the scene before her, Surprise was a fast pony, and she could probably give Rainbow Dash a run for her money! ‘Hi Pinkie Pie... what’s that?’ Twilight said, walking up to her and pointing at the television. ‘It’s a television set Twilight!’ Pinkie Pie proclaimed with a smile. ‘Don’t you know?’ Twilight smirked a little. ‘Well, I know what a television set is Pinkie Pie, I’ve read a few books on the theory behind broadcasting, It’s just like regular radio broadcasting, except it has a visual component broadcasting at a higher frequency, the television is able to tune in and decode the signal for people’s viewing pleasure!’ Pinkie Pie didn’t know what she was talking about, but found that Twilight was sexy when she got technical. Pinkie Pie struggled to keep herself from staring at her, Rainbow Dash was in the room after all. ‘I guess a better question would be; what are you watching?’ Twilight asked as she went around the sofa and sat down on it. ‘Oh... uh, I don’t actually know! This is the only channel I could find that I understand what they’re saying. They’re talking about... the Said Canal crisis, but I don’t know what that is’, Pinkie Pie admitted. ‘Canal Crisis?’ Willoughby asked as he hopped over set his head in between the two, looking into the television set and watching for a few seconds before speaking again. ‘Eh, it’s nothing! The Walish and Cheval fleets are going to get there, and then the Misr are going to back down, that simple’. ‘Is South Island going to do anything about it?’ Twilight asked. ‘Well, the Prime Minister went to Misr with a plan for fair use of the canal, but obviously, that failed. Otherwise no, I think the Kingdom of United Welara and the Cheval Fourth Republic have got it covered’, Willoughby said simply. ‘Nope, I don’t think South Island or New Seeland is going to get involved’. ‘What’s New Seeland?’ Pinkie Pie asked. ‘Oh, right’, Willoughby had to remember that, while intelligent, his friends weren’t exactly the worldly type. Many things that he would talk about were lost to them. ‘Um, well, New Seeland is an island nation... once a Dominion of Welara... and inhabited by gryphons.’ ‘What?’ was the simultaneous question from everypony in the room, except Surprise, who knew what was going through that pony’s mind? ‘The New Seeland gryphons aren’t like the ones you know, they might as well be their own species, only just related to the gryphons of the Twin Kingdoms, they call themselves the Maori. We call them Kiwis’, Willoughby explained. ‘They’re more like us, kangaroos, than the northern gryphons’. ‘Mostly harmless, but if you mess with us we’ll kick you in the face, and then invade your country?’ Vinyl Scratch asked. ‘Exactly’. ... Fluttershy knew that there were people were watching her, but she didn’t care. She had focused them out, her mind’s eye saw only the pony before her. Katrijn was so beautiful; nothing could possibly distract her from her now. Rarity had been right, that drink she had given her really did live up to its name of Liquid Courage. Fluttershy was in pure bliss as she felt Katrijn’s tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. Fluttershy couldn’t help but notice that the kiss tasted like cherries, and she loved it. Fluttershy became bold, she took her tongue and pushed back, it was if hers and Katrijn’s tongues were fighting a war of advancement and retreat as they darted around their battlefield. Fluttershy was breaking through; she had pushed Katrijn’s tongue back into her mouth and made her charge. Then their kiss broke, Fluttershy couldn’t help but feel mildly disappointed that it was over, but as she happy that it had happened nonetheless. Katrijn was looking at her slyly, both of them silently communicating what they wanted next. Fluttershy glanced over to the bar where Rarity was sitting, chatting with a green coated stallion wearing... well, a long coat that looked far too big for him. ‘I think Rarity is in good hooves’, Fluttershy said. ‘I do too’, Katrijn said, and with that, the two of them departed to a place where they could have some privacy. ... Fluttershy felt like she was on fire as Katrijn had gently pushed her back onto the bed. They had made their way to the pony’s flat, somehow, with Fluttershy stumbling over herself at a minimum. The drink that Rarity had given her was liquid courage... but it might have been called liquid legs as well. Katrijn was on top of her, kissing the Pegasus mare gently, both of them had gotten out of their dresses, they didn’t need them anymore. Fluttershy felt like her stomach was burning as Katrijn gently nibbled on her neck. Fluttershy wrapped her legs around the mare and pulled her close. Fluttershy moaned softly as their wetness touched each other. Fluttershy had never felt so good in her entire life. Katrijn smiled at her and worked her way free from Fluttershy’s hold, planting kissed down Fluttershy’s belly as she moved along, slowly sliding down to where she needed to be. Fluttershy let out a gasp as she felt Katrijn’s tongue against her, the mare’s tongue slowly dancing across Fluttershy’s most intimate area. Fluttershy moaned, unable to contain herself, she was so excited. Fluttershy just couldn’t stand it anymore. Her back arched, her muscles tightened and Fluttershy let out a loud moan of pleasure. Katrijn giggled slightly. ‘My... you must be shy if you came that quickly’. Fluttershy looked up to discover that she had. She turned a bright red. ‘I... I hope I was okay for you’. ‘You were marvellous’, Katrijn said with a grin. ‘But I certainly hope that you have no intention of being finished... the night is young and I... I am so... aroused’. Fluttershy blushed heavily but then turned and gave Katrijn a grin. ‘Let me show you what I’ve got!’ It seemed that neither mare would be getting any sleep tonight, nor unfortunately for the neighbours who lived in the flats above and below, and to the left and right. Neither would they. Who knew that Fluttershy was a screamer?