A Stable full of Heroes opens up in the middle of an isolated part of Equestria. Well, just because they're heroes, it doesn't mean they get along. (Sex, Violence and Friendship Ensues.)
A series of ponies wake up in a nearly empty stable. They don't remember how they got there, and they're surrounded by ponies from different places and times from themselves. It all comes to a head when the stable is attacked from the outside. Everypony has to do their part to protect themselves and others from a mysterious enemy. Features: A lot of ponies from various stories. Sex, Action, Adventure and Friendship. Chapter One: Introducing Icepick from Transient, Littlepip from Fallout Equestria, and Blackjack from Project Horizons. Also, they bang. So, F/F/F! Enjoy!
The moment I woke up, I tried to recall what in particular had knocked me unconscious. I looked over myself and the small bed I was laying on. For once I wasn’t in a fucking horrible state of health. Getting up was easy, as I took in the rest of my… Cell? It was a small room with bare grey walls, reminding me a little too much of my stable’s lock up. If the whole wasteland escapade was a dream I had in jail… Well, I was gonna make Celestia with a Hemorrhoid look downright pleasant. When I finally walked to the edge of the room and rapped my hoof against the door, it just swung open. The corridor outside was nearly pitchblack, with only flickering fluorescent tubes overhead. I guess I wasn’t locked in.
For the next few minutes I was left only with a strange sense of displacement mixed with familiarity as I searched the room. There was a single dresser, which I ransacked in short order. A jumpsuit emblazoned with the number 76. Okay, I awoke in a stable I’ve never heard of before. In the bottom, buried under the multiple jumpsuits, was a screwdriver and a set of bobby pins.
“Weird,” I said to no-one in particular. This place was already getting to me. Then again, empty stables had always freaked me out. Memories of that stable full of magical hybrids shot through my mind. I had nearly lost my first friend. Speaking of which, I needed to find him, and Velvet.
I was nearly ready to start stumbling out into the darkness when I heard hoofsteps from the hallway. All I had was a stable suit and a screwdriver. But in spite of that, I knew I was ready. I had slayed a dragon… Even if I’d never gotten laid. The creature walking down the hall was drawing closer, so I hid in the corner and readied myself to stab it anywhere that looked important.
When the creature poked their head in, I hesitated because it was a pony, and not a raidery looking one either.
“Is your suit really tight too? Or is it just me?” The mare said before stepping into the room and smirking at me.
“Uh, a little?” I responded as I got over my shock. She was a big girl. Easily bigger than most stallions, and when I lowered my screwdriver she spun herself around and flicked her tail up. That stable suit was tight. With her blonde tail out of the way, I could see the curve of her rump and thighs. I could almost make out her-
“See what I mean?” She said before dancing herself around and locking eyes with me. The mare had to look down, a lot.
“Y-yeah,” I giggled nervously before looking at my own rump. I didn’t quite have the same pop as she did.
“Lemme guess, you woke up in that bed, and are really fucking confused about everything?”
“Yes,” I managed to speak after nodding along to her words.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I didn’t even get a screwdriver, I got a detonator for plastic explosives.” She said to me, her blue eyes expressing a kind of anger at the universe I had only recently become acquainted with.
“Is it supposed to be based on our talents?” I asked replied quickly, the obvious question being asked.
“Well, we have a sample size of two, but I’m guessing you’re good with locks, because I’m the mare with Bombastic flanks.”
“Wanna exchange names?” I asked her after a second, she was an extrovert, but as much as I was used to ponies not knowing my name, I wanted to avoid it from now on.
“Icepick, Knight Third Class.” She raised an unshorn hoof and held it before me. I met hers with my notably smaller hoof before trying to give her a brisk shake. I failed.
“Littlepip, Pipbuck Technician, technically unemployed.” She chuckled a little at that before nodding sympathetically.
“Honestly, Pip, is it alright if I call you that? I haven’t done much other than radio interviews and listening to records for the last two weeks. Apparently when your buckfriend loots gold off of a body, it pays.” My ears fell a little as I realized she probably didn’t swing my way. Not that anyone ever wanted to be with a small gay mare with a penchant for breaking locks.
“Are you also in the swashbuckling business?” I asked nervously, because she looked like a better fit for it than me. She looked like she could cold cock a raider with her bare hooves.
“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Icepick asked with a laugh.
“Do you have a better euphemism?” I asked her with a touch of annoyance in my voice.
“Not really, yours is pretty good. But yeah, I’ve buckled some squashes in my time, it’s been a short term gig though. It all started when I got separated from the rest of my unit and got saved from my mortal enemy by a stallion with a weird accent.”
“Huh, that’s pretty close to my story too.” I shrugged and felt my stomach rumble.
“Down to the cute boy with the weird accent?” I blushed at her words, Calamity wasn’t cute. Maybe handsome? Dashing? I mean, for a stallion. I was caught in thought when she dipped down and ruffled my mane. It wasn’t a noogie, just a solid ruffle like I’d seen older siblings give younger ones.
“Is he your first crush? I mean you do look kinda young? How old are you?” Icepick asked after moving back to friendly, yet respectable distance.
“N-no, and I’m eighteen, just kinda small.”
“I see, well seeing as we’re both swashbucklers, and separated from our normal companions and or sources of support, I say we explore this creepy ass Stable.”
“Good idea, can you take the lead though… You’re bigger! Probably had a more fulfilling life!”
“I know you just wanna stare at my ass, but I’ll oblige you little pony, on one condition.” It took me a moment get over that half truth. I had a less than wholesome desire to have her sit on my face. I could die happily then.
“And that is?” I asked normally enough, even if my face was probably closer to apple red than the normal grey.
“If I say you’re my sister, then just play along,” Icepick finished with a devious smile. “If you’re wondering, I’m pretty sure all of this is just a really, really detailed dream.”
“O-okay!” I responded gingerly, looking out towards the barely lit hallway. I did feel a lot better with another pony next to me.
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“There we go!” I yelled in triumph. The screwdriver in my magic floated a little higher than usual. Our vending machine stood basically unaltered, just missing a key component. A grill that kept things from floating out stood on the ground next to several screws. “We could’ve just tipped it over,” she paused and looked at my wounded expression. “Good stuff Pip. Now feed your older sister some of that delicious pre-war garbage.” “I’m gonna tell mom,” I wailed jokingly as I started grabbing oodles of flank enlarging snack food from the interior of the vending machine. Oddly enough, it was on, and it had a slot for bits. I guess this stable was supposed to maintain some kind of economy… Which was odd. Mine worked on ration cards and common cafeterias.
We munched away for a few minutes, only exchanging a few words and filling a few of our pockets with the overly sweet food- Icepick jumped and faced the connecting hallway, the one with a faintly glowing sign that said atrium. Sats told me that there was a pony coming up the hall. Yellow bar.
“She’s yellow,” I whispered to Icepick.
“What does that mean?” She answered stress evident in her voice.
“Is your Sats not on?”
“What?” Her voice cut out when she saw the pony come into view. It was just a mare wearing a stable suit like us. Her mane was equally red and black, and her coat would’ve been white if not for her lack of hygiene.
“Hey, don’t uh, assume the worst, I swear I’m not raidery.” Her voice was about what you would expect from another Stable pony. I flushed when her eyes dipped over my body.
“Explain that term please?” Icepick asked her softly. “I’ve heard her say it twice and now you’re spouting, all without knowing one another previously.”
“Like Raiders, they attack ponies?” The new mare said automatically. Shrugging her shoulder before levitating over a snack cake from our dinner pile.
“So, a highway mare? Brigand?” Icepick asked her incredulously.
“Where the fuck is she from? The island of clydesdales?” Blackjack asked me to which, I shrugged and watched these two introverts size each-other up. I didn’t want to get involved for practical reasons, and because this felt like a kind of cosmic punishment for both of them. Though I hoped similarity wouldn’t breed full on contempt…
“Ramsgard, though I was taken here from Paradise,” Icepick responded with a nonplussed tone, though she looked down at her own hooves just long enough for me to notice. I liked unshorn fetlocks-
“I’m from the Hoof, the worstest place on this hellworld,” Black and Red shot back before offering a hoof to the larger mare. I just continued to munch this candy mare composed of Peanuts and Caramel. Fuckin’ delicious.
“I’m from stable two, have you seen any stallions with weird accents?” I asked her with at least half of the candy bar still in my mouth.
“You’re the first ponies I’ve come across after waking up in a really dreary room.”
“Same.” Icepick belted out after hearing Red and Black tell us what we expected. “I’m Icepick and that’s uh, Littlepip. Don’t be worried by that screwdriver, she’s only used it to violate a vending machine so far.”
“Blackjack, I used to work a security team in Stable ninety-nine. So what was that about males?”
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“Eww, just eww,” I said as the three of us walked towards the Atrium. I now knew that ninety-nine was not a good place, though Icepick’s home wasn’t that much better. “Yeah, I mean, I don’t know either of my parents, but at least I know my dad wasn’t taken out behind a shed and shot,” Icepick agreed with a sour expression written across her muzzle. “I didn’t set up the system,” Blackjack defended herself. Though the fact she even felt comfortable enough to tell us about it at all said something. “I don’t blame that poor stallion, fuck if I had a couple paladins and actual equipment- Well, lets just say I’m not opposed to putting ponies against the wall.” There was an anger in her voice that scared me a little, I hoped that I would never end up in a situation where I had to make choices like that. Then again, I had helped wipe out Appaloosa. I shook my head and tried not to think about where BJ came from.
“I mean- if it had been anyone other than Deus and a merry band of Raiders I would’ve taken their side,” Blackjack replied with an icey tone.
“Other than that Deus monstrosity, I think we could’ve stopped that from happening. It’s troubling to hear about the motherland in such dire straits,” Icepick tried to be sympathetic, but even her casual nature had been disturbed by what Blackjack said.
“Yeah, well, if I had suits of power armour and heavy artillery at my disposal I wouldn’t be scared of Raiders either…” We had finally arrived at the doors to the Atrium. I took the lead and hooked up my Pipbuck to the door panel.
“Ideally, you would want to peacefully integrate the ponies of the hoof into a productive society. There’s no morality to hoarding guns and armour if you don’t use them purposefully.”
“Security is supposed to save ponies. Not just blow them away.”
“That’s mature of you,” Icepick gave her a backhanded compliment that even stung for me.
“You remind me of my mom, such high fucking expectations,” Blackjack shot back, fangs bared.
“I’m glad I don’t remind you of your father,” Icepick shot back with a laugh.
I looked back and I stared at the two of them. First at Blackjack and then Icepick. “Fillies please, I’m trying to-” A loud static filled the air from my Pipbuck. It resolved itself as we all turned to stare at it. “Welcome to Stable 76, the atrium will be opened in sixteen hours, thirty seven minutes and twenty seconds. Nothing short of a balefire egg or a phase disruption spell will allow access to the atrium and lower levels prior to that point. You have arrived early, be calm and await the opening of the stable.” A hiss from the wall caught all of our attentions. “Enjoy complimentary refreshments.”
There was a bevy of alcohol just sitting there in the walls. Along with several Stable seventy-six canteens. We had seen some water fountains on our way.
“Fuck yeah!” Blackjack yelled and lifted up a bottle filled with brown liquid.
“Rye whisky,” Icepick said in a low voice. As the only non-unicorn she had to walk over to the wall and pick a bottle up with her own hooves. “It’s all liquor. More bang for your buck I guess.” She came away with a bottle of white spirits.
“Overproofed?” I asked when I saw the label on the front.
“I’m not gonna drink this shit, I like having a liver,” Blackjack gave her a sour look. “If you ignite this stuff, it can disable a tank.”
I just looked at the various liquids. Finally a tentative tendril of magic gripped a small bottle.
“You fillies wanna go get trashed and sleep it off?” I asked them with a smile on my muzzle. Both of them exchanged a look of dismay, before shifting to acceptance.
“Are we already rubbing off on her?” Icepick asked Blackjack softly, such a bullshit whisper.
“Fuck yeah,” our collective gaze forced her to add more. “That was an answer to both questions, I was trying to be concise you fuckers.” I nodded at her and pressed a hoof to her shoulder. I backed away when she looked back at me, there was just a bit too much hunger in her eyes. “I just had a thought girls,” Icepick said suddenly. “If you added the three of us up, you’d have two regular sized ponies.”
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The closest room was Blackjack’s, so we went there, not that we had any particular attachment to the room in which we woke up in… At this point we had all gotten our tongues loosened. The three of us had arranged ourselves on the bed with me in the middle. I was the voice of reason, or at least the dialectic in this circuit- “So, you fucking threw a grenade in the mouth of the dragon?” Blackjack asked loudly. “I mean, he was kinda trying to eat Calamity and I at the time… It was a lucky guess?” I answered with a flush as these two mares heaped praise on me. “So this pegasus, what does he look like?” Icepick asked in a slurred voice. “Calamity has an orange mane and a rust coloured coat-” “How big are his wings?” Blackjack interjected. Icepick looked at her critically for a second before lifting a hoof in the air and waited for the other mare to get the message. “Uh, big?” I answered as the other mares cheered and bumped hooves. “Pip, I hope he’s here too,” Icepick managed to say despite imbibing more alcohol than blackjack and I combined. “Is this a penis thing?” I balked at their antics. Even if I had the same question in my mind now as well. “I mean, this other pony is obviously a mare of Culture too,” Blackjack said before scooting closer to Icepick. Her foreleg drifted over my withers and onto Icepick broad shoulders. “Celestia fuck, do you eat steroids every morning?” “No, I just exercise and eat a healthy diet.” Icepick said before getting off the bed and stretching out before us. “Well fuck, I should do that too,” Blackjack said as she, too, stared at Icepick’s ass. “Can you carpet munching fillies help me out of this suit, I’m too drunk to do it myself.” The only thing that gave her away was her giggle at the end. But my and blackjack's magic pulled on her zipper at the exact same time. With ease we peeled the tight fabric from her body, leaving only her bushy blonde tail in the way of- Blackjack threw herself from the bed and stripped herself down in front of us. She shook her flank at us as her own zipper pulled down the center of her suit. Then she winked at me. Fuck. “Ya know, I’m not gay, but I am drunk.” Icepick announced lecherously. “Welcome to stable ninety-nine,” Blackjack said under her breath as she and Icepick climbed back into the bed, Icepick pushing herself against the wall and laying a hoof on my withers. I was feeling all kinds of warm after watching the two of them undress. “C’mon, you don’t wanna sleep like that,” Blackjack purred as she gently pushed me off the mattress. I blinked and stared over my shoulders at them. Two-toned mane was licking her lips, and Icepick had her hooves massaging BJ’s back, but she smiled smiled at me. I guess fair was fair. I didn’t even try to be sexy, but nonetheless I pulled my clothing off and felt a certain portion of the fabric sticking to my crotch. That’s kinda embarrassing…
When the jumpsuit was on the ground beside the other ones, I turned back to see the two of them sitting against the wall, hind legs spread.
Luna’s twisted cunt… Blackjack smiled and patted the bed in front of her just before Icepick grabbed her with her forelegs and kissed her deeply. I hopped onto the bed with only a little bit of difficulty as the two other mares continued to kiss deeply. There was hunger in the other unicorn’s eyes as her muzzle pressed into Icepick’s. With them getting right into it, I didn’t see any reason to not hop right in, too. My hoof ran up the thigh of the white unicorn while I pushed my muzzle between Icepick’s own thighs, and there was the smallest of jumps from the big mare when my lips pressed against her snatch..
And for all of my fantasies of mares and what I would do to them, my inspirations vanished in one cruel instant. Liquid courage spurred me on anyway, as Blackjack’s thighs hugged around my foreleg, the two-tone mane mare lay grunting as her own folds winked against the hard edge of my hoof. So, I went with what sounded hot, and I used my size to my advantage. My tongue might’ve been small, but it meant I could do all sorts of fine maneuvers with it to a mare whose labia was offered up to me so kindly. I would watch her face as her composure slackened, letting a moan into Blackjack’s mouth as the other mare deepened the kiss, pink tinting her cheeks warmly as my tongue flicked up, up, letting it roam around her clit. Moments passed as I explored another mare’s slit for the first time.
I was surprised when I felt the white mare’s magic drift over to my rump before squeezing hard. Then I watched her stop her assault on Icepick’s mouth, as she began placing kiss after kiss down the large mares body. I stopped paying attention as Blackjack’s magic pressed itself against my wet slit and pushed inside. Teasing me by barely spreading me apart. My moan wasn’t wasted though, because the moment I slowed down her forehoof was pushing me back into her folds. When I looked up in annoyance, I realized that Icepick was shuddering, with moan after moan leaving her mouth as Blackjack attacked her nipples with little bites and long licks. And it wasn’t like Icepick had only put a foreleg on my head, one of her unshorn hooves was stroking her mane as she toyed, with the threat of pressing down.
“It’s been a while,” Icepick said loudly as her body got more and more tense beneath us. I cocked an eye at blackjack as another tendril of her magic took a long stroke around my backdoor before starting to stretch the ring. I hadn’t even been licked in the right place yet… My attention was taken back to big mare as she winked out against my tongue in one long spasm.
I adjusted my legs nervously, spreading my haunches for those probing concentrations of magic. I never really liked using magic on myself down there before, but having another pony do it was.. Very arousing. I felt myself wink involuntarily around the first of Blackjack’s tendrils, a pant escaping my lips as my tail twitched. I was nervous about her and my rear, but I was curious to see if I would like it. I felt my cheeks burn as she used a little bit more of her prestidigitation to spread my haunches, and I caught the gaze of one of those scarlet orbs as I watched her trace her tongue around Icepick’s tit. I opened my mouth to say something about going slow when that hoof pressed me down again, Ice’s nub pressed harshly onto my tongue, a breathy moan sounding out below.. It was really sexy, the kind that stoked the fire in my belly, and made me do another involuntary wink as that invading magic gently pushed in.. twisted, retreated, then back in.. it was starting a rhythm. I was having sex, real sex with another mare! Two mares! Celestia buttfucked to Sunday, this is the best thing that could’ve happened today!
That was my train of thought as I felt another wave of magic stroke along my outer labia so that I only barely noted it, thinking it just a nice aftertouch to pushing into my privates. What I didn’t expect was that magic to trace upwards, and push the same magic into my butt with more intensity. And how easy it slipped in. BJ was using my own juices to lube me up back there, a task that was only easy because I was soaked. I must’ve made a face, because both Icepick and Blackjack giggled as I was introduced to double penetration.
“It’s new okay!” I said just before Blackjack pressed her lips to mine. My own moan was high pitched as the unicorn pressed into my mouth at the same time as her magic rammed into me. Icepick didn’t force me down this time, she only played with my mane softly, and touching my ears just hard enough to press them down.
Moments later, Icepick pulled herself up; the next second afterward, she picked me up bodily and dumped me onto my back, in the same place she was. Being marehandled was kinda hot, or maybe that was just the two other girls- Was the only thought I was able to get out before Icepick laid down beside me pulling herself closer to me with a foreleg, before dropping that same hoof down to rub my sloppy slit. Blackjack switched back to playing with teats, seamlessly, the only difference being the tits were smaller- And mine. Icepick didn’t mind when I buried my muzzle into her shoulder as my moans began to surpass the sounds of fucking as the loudest thing in the room.
Magic was good, and Blackjack continued to pound my plot with a tendril of magic, even as the surprisingly soft hooves of Icepick spread my juices all over my crotch. I yelped loudly when Blackjack took my right nipple between her teeth, grinding me just enough to-
I came to some time later…
Icepick had stopped rubbing me and was now grinding her hips against Blackjack, the two mares looking over at me every once in a while. When my eyes popped open they looked both relieved and humoured.
“My little hair trigger,” Icepick said with a laugh.
“Are you two actually sisters?” Blackjack asked with something like concern, and lust. I gulped and locked eyes with Icepick, who nodded slightly.
“Shit, that’s pretty hot,” Blackjack slurred before raising her tail and shaking her ass. That was my queue, as my libido reasserted itself in spite of that heart attack I had just gone through. My body still had the embers of that orgasm in it, my stomach still fluttering from a combination of the alcohol and the attention I had been getting. And as I got up behind the two mares grinding their dripping, winking slits together, I decided I was gonna give two tone a taste of her own medicine.
Blackjack yelped as my magic pushed into her tight little tailhole, giving Icepick a chance to lock her forelegs around the smaller unicorn and thrust into her roughly. It only took her a few seconds of that for her to finally give in and spray a burst of marecum into the air. Her cumming moan drove me to get in there and lap at both of their slits. Even as I spread the only girl who hadn’t cum yet even more with my magic.
Two-tone still squirmed as I continued to lightly pump her cute pale ass, watching the other unicorn’s hips rock back towards me in a lustful haze. Even if she came, she was still having fun, so I let her have that while I focused on the big girl. I still alternated between slurping across Blackjack’s loins and hers, but when I did treat Icepick, I made sure to really work my tongue up in her folds. I ran my tongue along her inner walls, pushing along in patterns that made her voice crack. I kept repeating those motions, going faster and faster, even as my tongue started to get tired - I really wanted to see the feeling of bliss on her face, even if I wore myself out.
Celestia, she tasted good! I think I really like eating mares out.
When her breath started to quicken, I tried to redouble my efforts even more, and I was rewarded for my efforts. Icepick arched her back, her thighs firmly hugging my cheeks as marecum splashed into my mouth.
“Don’t stop!” I heard her yell out in between the sounds of sloppy kissing. I didn’t stop, as I felt her final winking out. Blackjack let her go, and rolled to the side as the large mare tightened and moaned. Moments later, she closed her eyes and stopped moving, except for heavy breaths. Something in me made me realize I hadn’t kissed the big mare yet, and that couldn’t stand. I crawled over her sprawled out form, getting a notion of how much bigger this pony really was. I was careful not to step on her before I had my forelegs pressing into the bed on either side of her neck.
I dropped myself onto the grey pony, my hind legs coming down on either side of her lower stomach. That wasn’t the only point of contact though, my tongue pushed forward against her lips. Her eyes opened in surprise, before subsuming into pleasure as our tongues touched and her forelegs wrapped themselves around my withers, squeezing me gently.
Moments passed as I lost myself in the warmth of the kiss. It wasn’t necessarily romantic, but it was friendly, well, she had a different definition of friendly than I did. Eventually, the both of us looked over to see Blackjack passed out. “She’s damaged goods,” Icepick said softly to me, as I looked at the white coated unicorn. I felt her roll onto her side, depositing me on the bed between the bigger ponies. My eyes met hers and her look softened. “That didn’t stop me from loving someone with some baggage too. But bear it in mind, okay?” “O-okay,” I said to her, even as I felt her hooves wrap around my chest and pull me close. “Besides, you have that big pegasus right?” Icepick said with a lilt. A hoof of hers rubbed my stomach slowly. “I-I d-don’t really like boys.” I told her after a few seconds. “Ah, I guess I coulda guessed that from uh,” She slipped and giggled like a filly for a second. “Yeah,” I said before snuggling myself against her chest. With my magic, I managed to pull the blankets out from under all of us, pull Blackjack to me, and cover us all again. I had no illusions about how this room smelled. And trapping most of the pony in the room wasn’t gonna hurt or help that. “I’m gonna fall asleep Squirt, if I don’t remember why I’m in bed with two girls, tell me all the details…” Icepick said before yawning. “A-alright,” I said simply while thinking about the night I just had. And honestly, the weirdest thing is that I wanted to rub one out right next to these ponies I had just fucked. Maybe I was just a weird pony. It didn’t matter though, all I had to do know was wake up next to two mares and survive the hangover. Well, that Atrium promised something too. But that could wait.
I watched from the edge outside of the room as I heard the sounds of another pony stirring. Eventually, I saw them poke their head out of the room, locking eyes with me. Blue eyes, a dark blue mane, and a cerulean coat greeted me in the erratic yellow light.
“Greetings?” I asked the small earth pony.
“Did you take me here?” He asked brusquely.
“Nothing of the sort,” I responded quickly. “I’m just as lost as you are, other than being conscious for a slightly longer period of time.”
“Fuck,” was all the pissed off stallion could say for a few seconds. His eyes locked with mine a moment later. “At least you aren’t a mare.”
“That is indeed the case, though I don’t see how my sex changes the immediate situation.” He just laughed at that. “I would like to know your name though, it feels odd that the only pony I’ve come across is as of yet unnamed.”
“It’s P-21, don’t question it,” he said sharply before kicking with one of his hind legs. “Whoever did this to us, they fixed my fucking leg.”
“I concur, my chest wound hasn’t bothered me,” I spoke softly. Eyes drifting down to where the rifle shot had pierced me. “I’m Permittivity by the way.”
“Huh, where are you from? Your accent is unrecognizable.” My eyes nearly darted to the wall behind him. I guess it didn’t truly matter here. Wherever this place was, it didn’t feel like Sall’han. Perhaps I was free?
“Under different circumstances, you wouldn’t believe me. But I’m from the city of Maidenpool, though recently I spent time in Sall’han.”
“That’s the Arabian continent, how did you-” He shook his head briskly before looking back at me. “I’m from hell or one of the worst places within the worst city on earth.”
“I see,” I said simply. Our gazes met for a moment. “Hell is other ponies.”
“You obviously haven’t been to the Hoof,” he shot back.
“I’m not sure would I want to,” I smiled at him. His ears dropped back and he looked away.
“I’m sorry, I’m just not used to males that aren’t beaten down,” P-21 answered quietly.
“Well, you can tell me about it as we explore this complex.” I looked at the sprawling corridor.
“I guess I should explain it,” he looked at me with heavy eyes.
“I’ll tell you mine, if you tell me yours,” I winked at him. The barest hint of a smile came across his muzzle as I spoke.
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“I’m surprised you didn’t kill her,” I answered honestly as he spoke about a mare who had hurt him greatly, yet also saved him. In some ways, this mare sounded a little like Icepick, a product of her environment, but also showing signs of growing beyond it.
“Yeah, me too,” he said as we made our past an open door. Except when I happened to peer inside, I could tell that there was a pony laying on the bed.
“Hello?” I said loudly to the sleeping pony, they awoke with a start and the lights ignited as they did so.
“Where am I?” The pony spoke in a radically different accent. It was a drawl more than anything else.
“We have no idea,” P-21 spoke into the room as he looked at us like we were aliens. Which I guess we were rather alien to him.
“I’m Permittivity, a former soldier and full-time explorer,” I looked at P-21 and tried to sum up what I had learned so far. “He’s P-21, an intelligent stallion with a tragic past.”
“Well thanks, I think,” he spoke under his breath as the other stallion tried to come to terms with what had just been said. He blinked and got to his hooves, shuffling a previously hidden pair of wings. His coat was nearly the colour of rust, and his mane was very close to my burnt orange coat.
“Ah see.” He paused and let out a deeply held breath. “Ah take it you fellas are just as confused as me?”
“That would be the case,” I replied.
“So you’re a pegasus?” P-21 gaped a little, almost in awe at that simple fact.
“Former Enclave captain, unfortunately.” He shrugged at that before looking at my own scarred visage.
“You don’t sound like a Red-Eye soldier or a Ranger, what army did you fight in?” There was curiosity and a wariness in his question.
“I was a corporal in the imperial army, I’ve never heard of Red-Eye or the Enclave, though my companion is a Ranger,” he eyed me with suspicion as I told him the truth.
“Imperial Army?” The captain asked me simply.
“The army of the northern empire. I’m from Maidenpool myself, lived there most of my life, before being conscripted as I was at university-”
“He’s not from Equestria, and his Ranger friend is from Sall’han,” P-21 interjected, to which the pegasus nodded.
“Was your father a soldier?” The captain asked me suddenly.
“He was a watchmaker.”
“Mine was put down like a dog,” P-21 added with bitterness.
“So what’s the plan fellas? I’m Calamity ifin’ you were wonderin’,” Calamity cut his moping off with words.
“Check your dresser, there’s something unique in them,” I told him simply. Inside my barding was a compass with a highly polished casing.
“I got a book, The Founding Myths,” P-21 spoke without energy. As if his tongue was dying in his mouth.
“Interesting,” Calamity said offhandedly as he dug through his dresser with haste. After moving several sets of barding out of the way, he found a blocky object with a cap on the end of it. “A scope?”
“At least the two of you got something useful,” P-21 added. Calamity and I exchanged a look.
“This feels odd to say, but quit being so dour,” I told him.
“Yeah, being sorry for yourself doesn’t do nothin’,” Calamity agreed.
“Neither of you has been fucked against your will with no escape other than the end of a needle, so I’m still getting used to this whole freedom thing,” P-21 said.
“That kinda thing isn’t going down on my watch,” Calamity puffed up as the very idea was put to him.
“Likewise,” I said coldly.
“That’s almost encouraging,” P-21 said after a moment. “I just realized, we’re a trinity.”
“What do you mean?” My words caught him as a wry smile passed over his face.
“Yer a unicorn, he’s an earth pony and I’m a pegasus. The way things are supposed to be,” Calamity said with a note of hope in his voice.
“It is pleasant to not be the only unicorn in miles. There were very few Pegasi and unicorns in the Empire,” my words got a sympathetic nod from the other stallions.
“The Enclave was all pegasi.”
“Ninety-nine was all unicorns and earth ponies.”
“Feels like a clean start,” Calamity said what I think we all were.
---===*===---
“There’s no healing magic where you’re from?” P-21 asked as the three of us made our way down the closed doors of the living quarters.
“Again, all earth ponies, so conceivably there is healing magic, just a lack of casters,” I answered his question as the pegasus took the lead. His rear was nothing if not pleasant to look at. Traceline had been built in a similar fashion, sporty and cut, but not bulky. Thoughts of that nature made me shiver. I didn’t want to think about the past. Sombra’s mission was over, I had somehow shirked fate.
“But you killed the pony that did it to you,” he repeated out loud.
“It was him or I,” I stopped as the events of that night played out before my inner eye.
“You get over it,” Calamity said firmly. He stopped as well as we came to a bulkhead. At least it looked like a bulkhead to me.
“It’s a fucking stable door,” P-21 blurted out as Calamity and I stared at it.
“I know, I just don’t like stables,” Calamity retorted.
“Me neither,” was all P-21 said before dipping down and connecting his pipbuck to it. A nervous moment later and the three of us were confronted with a woosh as the stable door unlocked through a very complicated mechanism. I swear that these ponies didn’t realize how much of a hassle these would be maintained without talismans and spell matrixes.
The corridor ended in a T-junction. A sign gave directions. To the right were the library and armory, along with the reactor. The left was the Atrium and the cafeteria.
“Where’s the Foyer?” I asked.
“What’s a foyer?” Calamity asked me in turn, P-21 just shook his head and started walking towards the Armory. At least, I assume that was what he wanted. I followed behind him, with Calamity taking up the rear. I wondered what manner of weapons a stable would have.
---===*===---
“We’re stopping here,” P-21 said to the two of us.
“It’s a library,” Calamity uttered. There was no response from the earth stallion. I just stood by and watched this pony deal with technology that I had no understanding of. Sometimes these equestrians made me feel obsolete. Maybe it was my culture, but I barely felt like a unicorn. This poor stallion, an earth pony, probably knew more about magic than I did. Something in my expression betrayed me.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Calamity asked.
“You’ll laugh if I tell you,” I responded as my eyes drifted down the empty corridor.
“I probably won’t.”
“Alright, I confess that I feel like a barbarian in this situation. I know nothing about magical matrixes and arcane engineering in general. I’m an electrician, I could build a spark gap radio from crystal and wire. But these things,” I waved my foreleg and the associated Pipbuck. “I haven’t the slightest idea.”
“I see. Well, to tell you the truth, I was on the design team for the newest magical energy rifle for the Enclave. So I know more than I usually let on about arcane engineering.” He paused and realized what he had just blurted out. This was a stallion with a great deal of humility. “It’s all based on learning, even if most of the actual theory was laid down before the bombs dropped. I just got good at reworking it, trial and error and lessons learned in the field.” I was silent for a moment.
“That demonstrates my point. You’re from a period in your civilizations development where multiple generations of hoofheld energy weapons have been developed. I saw the invention and development of grenades, and I spent my entire service with a bolt action rifle beside me. I’m obsolete.” It was an admission that I had kept within myself for some time. When I was in Copper Springs my own doubts were kept away by the familiarity of the technology. This place was quite different. The creme of the pre-war technological crop.
“To be frank Permittivity, that kinda technology didn’t die out. Out of all the weapons left in the wastes, there are a lot more bolt actions left than magic rifles. And honestly, anypony that can build a generator from scratch is worth more than any pipbuck jockey-”
“I can still hear you both,” P-21 said with mild annoyance. “But I mean, he’s right. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if the entire enclave’s best advancement was that rifle. Magical manufacturing is tough. At least, that’s what I’ve read.”
“And yet it’s durable enough to last for centuries,” I added as the door to the library came open and chilly air rushed past us.
“Fucking finally,” A rough female voice yelled out from the inside of the library. The three of us were shocked to see a large unicorn mare step into view from one of the many tall shelves lining each wall. Scratch that, her horn was broken and a scar went over her left eye. She was nearly as built as Icepick. “I’ve been eating out of a vending machine and drinking from the bathroom sink for three days.” P-21 shrunk back as the large mare walked through the doorway and faced each of us in turn. The poor earth stallion looked like he was about to run.
“Did you wake up in there?” I asked immediately.
“Yes,” the large mare asked, “How do you know?”
“We all woke up in individual bedchambers.” At my words she shook her head before smiling broadly, lips upturned.
“You sound like a crystal pony, explain yourself.” The loud mare walked up to me, staring at me like someone who was divinely ordained with authority.
“I was born in Maidenpool. My mother was originally from the imperial city.”
“I was there once, it was a tiny fishing village.” She turned to face P-21. “Were you the pony that unlocked this door?”
“He was Ma’am,” Calamity responded. The mare locked eyes with him. Her horn flared and sparked with magical energy.
“I didn’t ask you.” She said in a calm voice. The pegasus stood his ground, even as the mare threatened him. P-21 looked up at her and scowled.
“Who the fuck died and made you Overmare?” He asked her.
“I’m a field marshal in the Storm King’s army. You will treat me with respect welp,” she was in the middle of going as I sparked my own horn. Mine was a steady hum as opposed to the crackling of her unrestrained magic.
“He’s been through a great deal, and I will not accommodate threats-” I said to her as my latent magic came to the fore, wanting nothing more than to strike this mare. She didn’t yield, but she loosened her stance when she saw my magic.
“It seems I found some ponies with hearts of iron. Such a rarity, even with that territorial spat between you and the freehold.” My companions gaped when she said that.
“You’re from before the war,” P-21 said after a few seconds of silence.
“What war?” The mare asked with a touch of concern crossing her muzzle.
“The world destroyed itself through powerful magic.” I gave her the answer I had learned. That caught her off guard.
“This is all a big joke right?” She laughed.
“I understand that this must be hard for you, but we’re in a Stable. A bunker complex built to survive the ravages of those magics. That’s all we know.” She shook her head and scoffed. Her magic died. And so did mine.
“There’s a pattern here. We were all put here for some reason, so miss? We ought to stick together until we’ve figured out what that reason is.” Calamity said softly.
“My name is Tempest Shadow,” she uttered after a moment. “I’m just having a hard time believing you ponies is all.”
“The world became harder after the old world died, even if those two are soldiers,” P-21 said with a shrug as he looked into the Library.
“I believe that. Not many ponies are willing to stand up to me. What armies did you serve in?”
“The Enclave.”
“The Imperial Army.”
“Don’t look at me, I just know a bit about computers and not dying.”
She stood there and looked between us. P-21 seemed to be doing well enough, knowing his history with mares. Was I already growing attached to these ponies? Perhaps that was my destiny, my curse, to be eternally shifted from one group of ponies to another. My reverie was broken by Calamity coughing loudly.
“We were on our way to the Armoury, you wanna come with us? Safety in numbers and all that.” He added after his cough.
“If this is the future, I’m a little curious about what kind of weapons you ponies cooked up,” A shadow of a smile crept onto her muzzle. The imposing mare standing tall once more. It was pleasant to not be the most ignorant pony for once. P-21 rolled his eyes and got up.
“I’m a little curious, what spell were you about to cast?” The blue stallion asked.
“Lightning.” Tempest and I said simultaneously. There was a look of respect, perhaps acknowledgment in her eyes.
“Unicorns,” Calamity said simply, before bumping his foreleg against P-21’s withers. “Anyway, we have an armory to loot.”
---===*===---
It was indeed an armory, it was secured like one too…
“It needs a passcode to enter. At least that’s what I think-” P-21 told us after working on that door through his Pipbuck for an hour.
“That isn’t surprising, really,” I told him with a sigh.
“I guess we should head to the Atrium,” Tempest said almost wistfully.
“You know what a Foyer is right?” I asked her.
“I’m not stupid. I invaded Prance once. I lead a Parade under Neighpoleon’s Big Dumb Arch,” Tempest spoke with a smile on her muzzle, eyes slightly unfocused. She was reveling in past glory. Which was good for her, I guess. Then again I had brought the subject up.
“Is there anywhere you haven’t been?” P-21 asked.
“The moon?” She shrugged and started trotting down the hallway, only stopping when the rest of us didn’t follow her by instinct.
“Come on, I can’t order you but, I’d rather be with other ponies.” She said while looking over her shoulder. After a moment's consideration, I walked up to her. She had a rear that could give Icepick competition. Not win. She was still a unicorn. She nodded at me when I came to flank her.
“You’re not in charge, letting you that now,” P-21 said. She ignored him. This mare was all manner of things, I was aware of that from the moment I had locked eyes with her. She didn’t appear to be a serial rapist though.
“Y’all can go on, I’ll catch up,” Calamity said to us as we started walking.
“Be careful,” P-21 yelled back at him. If I wasn’t mistaken there was more than just concern for his new acquaintance in his voice. The blue stallion being attracted to the frankly attractive pegasus wasn’t surprising, what was that he was thinking along those lines at all under the circumstances. My own ruminations on Tempest’s ass notwithstanding.
When we were a further back down the hall Tempest turned to face me. The three of us had been walking beside one another, with her strides and my slowing for the benefit of the shorter earth pony.
“So tell me about this Imperial Army,” it was a question but it sounded like a command.
“It failed,” I said simply. “Only luck prevented a complete collapse.”
“Why did it fail, and against who?”
“The Celestians were stronger than us. They were able to grow more beans, build more bombs and throw more bodies at us,” I ended wryly. That seemed to have her thinking.
“Who started the war then?” Tempest asked, innocuous enough.
“We did,” I said forcefully. P-21 turned to watch my face. My breath was warm as it exited my nostrils. “Our leaders did. It was a mistake that cost many their lives, and many more everything else.”
“I see,” Tempest said. For several minutes there was nothing but silence in the dark corridor.
---===*===---
“We have four hours to burn,” P-21 said to me us as we stood in front of the Atrium door.
“There are ample doors that haven’t been opened,” I said as the blue stallion as he got back to his hooves.
“Well, I don’t know about you boys, but I think I can handle an empty stable. And I know there’s food in the Library,” Tempest said while eyeing the way back.
“And you want to rendezvous with Calamity,” I asked while narrowing my eyes at her.
“Yes, I’ll check up on the Pegasus.” She said with a grin and a roll of her eyes. And with a slight shake of her rump, she was back down the hall. I turned back to face P-21. His head was down as if the concrete we were standing on was suddenly interesting.
“I take it isn’t homesickness causing you trouble?”
“Fuck off,” he said with a shrug. “No, I just hate being trapped underground.”
“I hate being in hospitals,” I told him before trotting up to the stallion and looking into his eyes. They were a shade of blue that nearly mirrored mine. “For similar reasons, I suppose.”
“I was kept in a locked wing of the infirmary.”
“Did it constantly stink of shit, bleach and dying ponies?”
“Can we agree that we’ve both had shit lives? I don’t want to argue if it’s worse to be raped daily, or to be forced to fight and die for an empire.”
“Agreed, now would you like to explore the living quarters with me?” I asked after a moment.
“The worst is just sitting there, thinking about being in a plus-sized coffin, so yes.” He responded just as I turned around. My eyes caught an indention in the wall. I grasped at the steel with my magic, and with an effort, I managed to pull it up. The sheet seemed to be made of low-grade aluminum. Behind it was a collection of drinking glasses, canteens, and bottles of liquor.
“Would you like a canteen?” I asked him with a smile.
“Is everyone from the empire insufferable, or is it just you?” P-21 said with a sigh. My smile died on my lips.
“I guess not.” The canteen floating to my belt continued like he wasn’t there. Deep in the back was a metal flask, engraved with a seventy-six. I took a bottle off of the shelf and proceeded to fill the flask with what must have been a high proof alcohol. This earth pony needed therapy or some time on the front. A sigh left my lips just before I put the flask to it. I filled about half of my mouth, before letting it cycle down into my stomach.
“If you want to be protected, feel free to follow me, but try not to speak.”
I didn’t even look behind me, I just wanted that door to be open. Whatever answers this place held, they were behind it. And so, I drifted down the empty halls, towards the nearest living section. I didn’t hear hoofsteps behind me.
---===*===---
The sounds of ponies talking caught my ears. But, I assumed that I was more dangerous to them than they were to me. So, I pulled ahead, with a little more urgency in my strides. Or perhaps that was the buzz from my flask. Drinking on an empty stomach was usually something I avoided, but this situation had voided that rule. When the ponies, mares by the sounds of their voices, saw me, they stopped speaking for a moment.
“Hello!” I yelled at them from maybe thirty meters away. They were both unicorn mares, one having a white coat and a pink mane, the other with a more cream coloured coat and a two-tone grey mane.
“Hello?” the pink-maned mare yelled back after a moment.
“May I come closer? I hate yelling.” I yelled back.
“Sure.” The same mare answered casually. I walked forward to meet the two unicorns. The pink maned mare appeared casual, unhindered by the circumstances. On the other hoof, the grey-maned mare was looked very uncomfortable.
“Is it just unicorns down here?” Pink mane asked me with a start.
“Not at all, there are earth ponies, and at least one pegasus in this stable as well,” I said normally enough. “It doesn’t stop some of the earth ponies from being massive pains.”
“How many other ponies have you come across?” She asked pointedly, obviously aware of my intoxication.
“You’d be the fourth and fifth,” I answered quickly. “I’m Permittivity by the way.”
“Did you get drunk after leaving them behind?” The pink maned pony asked. “I’m Glimmerlight, ex-ranger. The quiet pony beside me is uh, Leaky Faucet.”
“Well, the Pegasus and the warlord left me alone with the most damaged stallion I’ve ever met. And more than merely acting meek, he’ll lash out passive aggressively at you. So yes, I drank a little, but also on an empty stomach.”
“I can’t say that I’ve never done that before,” Glimmerlight said quietly.
“Have either of you seen a large grey mare, likes to talk about beating ponies up?” I asked them to see significant bafflement on their faces. “She’s a friend. I’m rather of torn up about not knowing about her condition.”
“She sounds like a close friend,” Glimmer said right after that. With a flick of her tail, she began to circle me like a predator. “I don’t blame her though. You seem like the kind of stallion to be ‘friends’ with lots of mares. All scarred and mysterious, with that accent giving everyone pause.”
“T-thank you?” I said loudly as the creme unicorn looked at me empathetically.
“You’re welcome honey,” Glimmer replied before walking back around to face me.
“So there is supposed to be a grand opening of sorts happening soon,” I said to two of them, my eyes trying to avoid Glimmer’s leers.
“Are you in the mood for an opening?” Glimmer asked with a laugh.
“If it helps me find my friend, then yes,” I paused and looked at the ground for a moment. “The Atrium that connects the different sections together is set to open in two hours.”
“So we have two hours to kill,” the seductive mare asked.
“That we do,” I slurred my reply.
“My room was right down this hall,” Glimmer said before spinning around and pointing down the dark hallway. Somehow she perked up her rump as she did that. It was a smaller, but squishier ass than Icepicks. My drunken mind liked it.
“You wanna follow us?” I asked Leaky as I started to trot after that sultry unicorn.
“S-sure,” she said in a low voice, before meeting my eyes haltingly. “You have a pretty mane.”
“Thank you,” I replied with a smile. Something in the way she said that made me think that manes were very important to her.
Perhaps two minutes of walking past sealed doors later, we ended up in front of Glimmer’s suite. With aplomb she threw herself onto the bed, posing with her rump up and her hinds splayed, with only the thin fabric of the jumpsuit hiding her marehood.
“You wanna help me out of this jumpsuit,” Glimmer said with a grin. Before she could finish speaking I was unzipping her suit and my own. My cock was already dropping out of its sheath. From behind me, I heard a gasp, but not the sounds of running away. “Hey Leaky, you wanna join in’?”
“I’ll think about it,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.
Moments later Glimmer and I were naked, and I had trotted over to the bed at the same time as Glimmer had laid on her back. Her slightly pudgy stomach was a nice reminder that even the aggressive mares I liked were a little bit like the girl next door. The moment I climbed on top of her, she grabbed me with her magic and felt me up with her forelegs. She spent time massaging my muscular withers and groping my ass.
“So what can you do, mister sexy voice?” Glimmer said as I nuzzled underneath her chin, nipping her neck.
“Electricity and field manipulation,” I said huskily, before lighting my horn and touching it to hers. She yelped playfully when the small charge I gave her sparked across our horns.
“Have you ever used it, well, lewdly?” She asked before I pressed my lips against hers. My cock rubbed against her stomach, dripping pre all over her coat. Something told me she was used to that though.
“I’ve thought about it,” I admitted. My cock throbbed against her body, and I wanted to push inside sooner rather than later.
“Come on then, shock me!” She said just before I gave her another shock, right on her nipples. “Ooh!” She moaned loudly. I shifted myself along her body before pressing my cock head against her marehood. There was already plenty of moisture there for a good rutting. Her forelegs danced over the back of my head, kneading my ears and neck softly. Without thinking about the implications, I pressed forwards and sunk the first few inches of my cock into at the same time as I caught her open muzzle in a kiss.
Moments passed as I felt her velvet walls caressing my member. Her moans and my grunts passed between us, as she hugged me closely. Her clit winked out to meet my cock with every other thrust, and I could tell she wanted more. I was happy to oblige. It was kinda nice to fuck a mare that was a little smaller than me and to be on top. Something told me that Icepick would usually call riding privileges. That didn’t phase me. When I found her again, I was gonna make love to her, not just rut her.
“I love your cock!” I heard Glimmerlight say before I hilted in her again.
“I know you do,” I said as I felt my cock twitch inside her writhing depths. My horn flared as I gave her clit a shock and felt her whole body lock up around me. Her slit went from stretched to clenching in a second. Time passed as I let her ride out her orgasm, as I just enjoyed the sensations on my cock. Eventually, she looked up at me with a hunger in her eyes.
“Please sir, may I have another.”
I just smiled as I pulled back and shocked her clit at the same time as I thrust back in, her tongue dropped out of her muzzle and the rest of her body became jello at the sensations hitting her. There was a loud squishing noise behind me. I turned my head around and saw Leaky Faucet with her hind legs spread, she was furiously masturbating with a red face. She wouldn’t meet my eyes either, something had broken in the quiet mare. Even then, she still didn’t want to acknowledge what kind of debauched behavior she was participating in.
“You enjoying the show?” I asked her as I pumped into her friend particularly hard. There was a nice smack when our wet fur touched.
“Uhm, yes,” Leaky said in a low voice.
“Do you want the next turn?” I asked her as I felt my cock begin to flare inside Glimmerlight.
“Uh-” She was caught off guard as I moaned. I felt my stomach tighten as I buried myself hard in Glimmer for the last time. My cum shot hot and true inside the mare under me, within moments it had filled her up to the point that it was leaking out. Moments later, I pulled out of the oversexed mare and laid on the bed.
I had just barely closed my eyes when I felt the sensation of warmth and suction on my member. My moan was a guttural one as my cum and Glimmer’s juices were sucked off my cock like they were the last tasty things on Earth. When I opened my eyes I was surprised to see Leaky taking half of my cock in her muzzle. A second later I felt another amazing sensation. My right testicle was being sucked on by Glimmerlight, with a dopey expression on her face. One of the girls had just cum like three times, and the other desperately wanted some cock. It was a nice contrast, especially as they switched over roles. This lasted for a few minutes as they nursed my cock back to hardness.
“Woah!” I said as I felt a tongue going where no tongue had gone before. Glimmer licked around my tight ring, before shoving the first bit of her tongue inside me. My moan echoed around the room, especially when I felt Leaky stroke my cock with her hoof for a second. A second later, I felt her climb up onto the bed, before positioning herself over my shaft.
“Oooh!” She moaned as she dropped her dripping slit over my rehardened length. Then I felt Glimmer’s tongue move again, somehow she managed to hit my sweet spot with that tongue of hers. My cock twitched hard and spurted a shot of pre into her pussy.
“You like that?” I asked her as I felt the dual pleasures of two different mares playing with me.
“Yes,” Leaky said as she picked herself up, before dropping her wide hips back down on me. She was a broodmare to be, as I felt her walls clamp down on my cock. She was trying to milk me for my seed, even more than Glimmer had. Glimmer wanted a ride, Leaky wanted to be bred. Her beautiful amber eyes met mine for a moment. I just cracked a smile as her cheeks became more red than green. Then I lost all composure as I felt a tongue flicking between Leaky and I’s connection. My face messed up as I felt myself flaring again. Leaky moaned loudly, before squeezing my chest with a hoof as she nearly lost her balance on me. I guess it was unexpected for both of us.
“I’m close,” I moaned out as she rode me roughly.
“Inside!” Leaky mewled as I gave her nipples a tweak of electricity with my horn. Moments later I erupted in her, filling her tight cunt with a load that rivaled my earlier one. She moaned loudly as she felt herself being filled to the brim. Moments passed and she crawled over me, before throwing a foreleg and over my chest.
I was about to rest my eyes when I felt another mischievous tongue cleaning my deflating cock. Glimmer met my eyes with a lascivious grin on her face. She didn’t spend any extra time on it though, as moments later I heard a yelp as Glimmer stuffed her head underneath Leaky’s tail. The mare was eating the cum out of the other mare’s cunt. That made even my exhausted cock twitch a little as it slipped back into my sheath.
“Wanna go again, in maybe twenty minutes?” Glimmer said a minute later, as she licked the last of the creampie from her lips.
“Just cuddle with us for a minute first, besides, we have to go to the Atrium opening soon,” I practically pleaded with the succubus in pony form.
“Alright, but this stays with us three,” She said as she crawled up on the mattress, before laying on the left side me of me. Glimmer found a comfy position with her face near mine, and my sheath pressed against her stomach. She too laid a foreleg over my body. On the other side of me, I could already hear the gentle breathing of an after sex nap taking place.
Right before I joined her in that dreamless state, I felt a kiss on my cheek. Glimmer then put her mouth right next to my ear.
