Just because Grave Rush looks like something that just crawled out of a coffin doesn't mean he's any different from the average guy. These are his perfectly normal tales. Nothing unusual here, but no less fun.
Grave Rush, vocalist of up-and-coming extreme metal act Mutagenic Discharge, has lived in Ranchtown his entire life. Just because he looks like something that just crawled out of a coffin doesn't mean he's any different from the average guy, living life and making ends meet like everyone else. These are the tales of his perfectly normal life, his friends, family and bandmates, and all the stuff he ends up getting into. Nothing unusual here. (Usually)
From the moment Grave started his venture, he was well aware of one thing. Being the vocalist of a brutal death metal band wasn’t going to cut it, at least for a while. Sure, the album sales and shows would make him money, but enough to make a living? He wished that were the case. Maybe one day, after a few more releases, they could sell out every show they headlined and make enough bank to make it a full time job, but until that hypothetical day, he was forced to work on the side to make due.
Grave was not a celebrity, not by any means, and probably never would be. Not that he ever wanted to be one. Having to dodge the paparazzi whenever going out for cigarettes would suck a big fat one, so luckily Mutagenic Discharge only appealed to a very distinct audience. Getting recognised can be fun, but too much is too much, and he wasn’t what you would call a social butterfly either. But still, it was what he was really passionate and serious about, so any other job would just be to fill in the blanks. How about working at a service station, pulling one night shift after another?
When he applied for this job, his boss took a good long look at him and thought “alright, putting you on night duty where you belong, freakshow”. At least, that’s how he liked to imagine it went. He didn’t complain, because she was right. Grave was a night owl, always had been. Daylight was overrated, and it just made him feel uncomfortable. Darkness was pleasant and made him feel at ease. Not to mention, fewer people out and about, which gave him a lot of welcome silence. Silence to think, to be creative, to daydream.
As soon as he was done with his nightly errands, mopping the floors, restocking, unpacking deliveries and so on, the wait was on. On weekend nights, things could be noticeably busier, partying drunkies restocking on beer or wanting to satisfy their pangs with overpriced potato chips. But it wasn’t weekend, this was a bogstandard week day. Tuesday going on wednesday. The most quiet of nights, and often the most boring too. The night could go on for well over an hour without anyone showing up at all.
Almost 3 AM, 3 more hours to go before going home. Grave was all by his lonesome in the abandoned gas station store, his long green and black hair tied in a tail. He leaned back against the cigarette shelves while holding a magazine. The most mundane articles he normally wouldn’t give a shit about were now the only entertainment he had, so he read them anyway. Well, there was that titty mag that taunted him on the lower magazine shelf, but as tantalising as it was, if anyone found out he was looking at porn at work, he could probably start looking elsewhere all over again. Funny how, when in this vacuum and being removed from his infinite source of smut, even the most average fake titties on a cover could make his blood rush to his loins.
Almost time to clock out for a smoke break, and it didn’t look like anyone else was showing up. So he thought, but just as he was reaching into his pocket and making for the back, a car pulled up. Just his luck, always when he was planning to take a break. An older stallion stepped out of the vehicle, and Grave reached for the button below the counter to open the door manually.
“Morning,” he said.
Morning? It was 3 fucking AM! That’s not morning, it’s night! How early did these people have to get up to consider 3 AM morning? Morning doesn’t start until 5 AM, at most!
“Morning,” he just replied back with a smile, looking up at him. He was at a fair bit taller than him, but with his 5’7” stature, most guys he met were.
“A small carton of Dromedary Light please.”
The grey stallion turned around and took a pack of cigarettes from the shelf, making a mental note to refill those later, and turned around to scan it. “Six forty, please~”
The guy paid with his bank card and gave a somewhat friendly nod before heading back to the door, which opened for him automatically now.
“Have a good one,” he called after him, and he was alone again, watching as the car’s headlights came back on and drove off. Now was a good time as ever to get a smoke himself, so he walked out towards the back, into the storage area to clock out, and opened the shutters leading outside.
This area, he had to admit, was a little bit creepy. It looked out over a pitch black, empty lot with naught a light in sight. The inky darkness would make your imagination go wild if you let it, and sometimes he did. Horror was his thing after all, so the thought of some unseen creature sneaking around in the night shadows, stalking him and waiting for a moment to pounce and rip his limbs off would send a chill down his spine. That being said, he knew full well the scariest thing that could happen to him was some hoodlum pointing a gun at his face and demanding the contents of his cash register, after which he would call the police and take a few weeks off work for mental recuperation. Not like that was anything he was worried about per se…
He took one more drag of his sizzling cigarette and threw it into the can near the wall where it belonged, then walked back in to close the shutter. One last chance to imagine the monster charging at him, and the shutter closing just in time. He clocked back in and took a sip of his can of Fury. Energy drinks were his best friend during night shifts, if just because he enjoyed the taste.
The silence returned as he stood behind the register. No music, because all the music on the radio would make his ears bleed. He’d rather be in silence than endure that.
“Fuck, it’s dead tonight…” he said to himself. “Might as well make sure there’s enough chocolate milk in the fridge…” He knew all too well lukewarm chocolate milk should be a crime, so he headed back into the back room to get a crate.
It was while he was in there that he heard a noise coming from inside the shop. His ears stood on end and he stood up from his crouching position, looking back through the open door. It sounded like several plastic wrapped items fell from the shelves and hit the floor. “Hmmm?” He walked back into the store to check it out, towards the back shelf to where the sound came from, and what he saw there took him by surprise.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! I was just… I’ll put them back!”
Crouching behind the shelf, before a small pile of collapsed candy bars, was a young mare, earth pony, looking maybe 19 or 20 years old. Her fur was a sweet pink colour with stylised, striking yellow and orange amber locks tied in a small, wavy ponytail and similarly coloured eyes. She wore a light red tank top, a dark blue mini skirt reaching just below her hips with light pink floral patterns and white sneakers on her feet. Small heart shaped earrings, mascara in her eyelashes and just a smidgen of eyeshadow and lip gloss. The way she looked, he assumed she was out partying and dropped by for a late night snack. She fumbled to put all the wares back on their respective shelves with a nervous expression, so Grave’s first instinct was to come to her aid.
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I’ll fix it up.” He crouched down by her and started helping her pick up the candy.
“Hehehe... I was walking by and I think my skirt got stuck on them… I’m sorry…” She apologised, but Grave turned back to her and gave a shrug.
“Got not much else to do, so it’s no big deal.”
She sure was a pretty one, possibly a student at Ranch U from the looks of it. Not a rarity for some stunning babes to walk in, but more often than not, they’d have their chump of a boyfriend right behind them, so he had to try extra hard not to stare at their tits. Speaking of which, this mare wasn’t a letdown in that department either, her top filled nicely by what looked like at least double D’s if not more, just going by estimation, and a cleavage hard to look away from. Her bare thighs in full view now that her skirt had hiked up just a tad, she was quite the sight for sore eyes, and a good remedy for boredom, if just for a little while. The scent of perfume was quite strong on her as well.
Grave suspended his admiration for her feminine figure to pick up the last of the candy bars and arrange them back where they belonged, then they both stood up. “Can I help you with something, or are you just looking?”
“I was just looking for something...filling, you know. Like, a sandwich or something, as long as it doesn’t cost too much~”
Grave chuckled. “This is a service station. Prices aren’t exactly the cheapest, especially during the night.”
“That’s true,” she giggled. For some reason, when she did, Grave’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on it, but something was...off. Then her eyes met his, and she smiled. “Do you work the night shift often?”
“Y-yeah. Part time, but almost exclusively during the night.”
“All by yourself? Doesn’t that get a little...lonely?” she asked sincerely, tilting her head slightly.
“Sometimes, but I don’t mind being alone, to be honest. It does get a little boring from time to time.”
“I can totally imagine.” She smiled a sweet smile once again, her eyelashes blinking at him once. “My name’s Aura. What’s yours?”
“Grave... Grave Rush.”
“Grave?” she echoed with a laugh. “Working the graveyard shift?”
“I know,” he laughed, scratching his cheek. He heard that one many times before, but he was not about to get sassy with someone as cute as her. “I guess I was just made for it.”
Aura giggled again, then brushed by him. She strutted towards the fridge, and he looked on, watching her tail swish side to side as she did. She opened the door, and then she did something that made the grey coated stallion’s blood rise to his face. She bent over to reach one of the drinks on the lower shelves, and her tight skirt hiked up to reveal the bottom of her ass cheeks, as well as her white undies and the unbelievably beautiful shape of her labial mound wrapped tightly in the thin fabric in astounding detail. The resulting spark of excitement caused his stallionhood to spring to life and grow half chub in no time, and he gulped hard. First thing he thought about was doing incredible things to her in that position. Short skirts and cleavages, oh yeah, he’d seen them around, but never had he laid eyes on something this amazing in all his shifts.
After a few seconds, the nimble earth pony stood back up holding a can of juice. “Is it cool if I open this here before paying?” she asked, turning back to him.
Grave did his best to regain his composure after what he just saw. His voice was meek and with a slight shudder to it. “Ehm… Yeah, sure…” Hell, after that show, he wouldn’t have minded paying for it himself.
She turned around and cracked the can open to take a sip, then her eyes trailed down on him, making him grow hot in the face. She smirked ever so slightly, then her eyes went back up there. “I hope I’m not keeping you from your work.”
“N-no, it’s fine. Really just waiting for customers, is all.”
“Ehhhh? Really? That sounds so boring! Oh, I know!” With a wide smile, she took a hop forward, causing her big tits to bounce in her top. “I’ll can totally keep you company, if that’s okay with you! I’ve got nowhere else to be anyway.”
Normally, such a suggestion would raise all kinds of red flags. Annoying customers who didn’t know when to quit and fuck off, so they’d spend all night talking his ear off about shit he didn’t give a damn about. But Grave had been enraptured by her feminine charms, and her upskirt, so he’d have to be some kind of moron to turn her down. “Sure,” he said with the most sincere smile he could manage without getting a spontaneous nosebleed.
Aura skipped towards one of the tables and sat down on it, crossing her legs, facing him. Please, no more upskirts, he thought to himself, I don’t know what I’ll do if you show me any more.
“So how long have you been working here?” She asked.
“Oh, on and off, maybe about a year? This is actually just my side job. I’m in a band.”
“Really? Cool! What kind of music do you play? Wait, lemme guess. A metal band, am I right?”
“Yep. Brutal death metal, to be exact,” he said with an awkward chuckle. He always had a hard time explaining such niche things to average people.
“Ahhh, some pretty heavy stuff then? Guitar?”
“Vocals. I couldn’t play an instrument to save my life,” he admitted.
“So you’re not just in a band, you’re the frontman~” She brushed a lock of her amber mane out of her eyes. “I wouldn’t have guessed. You come off as, like, way too introverted.”
“Yeah, you’re not wrong. It’s just about being in the moment, I guess.”
This conversation was going well. What luck, getting the company of such a cute and good looking young mare. Yet, despite her carnal appeal, Grave could not shake the feeling that there was something odd about her. She looked perfectly normal, but there was this feeling in the depths of his body, some kind of tingle, something that made her feel entirely different from all the other girls he’d ever seen or talked to. Dread was not the right word for it, but his heart was making odd skips in his chest.
“Do you get a lot of groupies?” This question came so out of the blue he couldn’t help but laugh at it.
“I wish,” he replied only half seriously, shaking his head. “The amount of girls showing up at our shows is only limited, and they’re not exactly lining up to go backstage.”
“Oh? Hmmmm…” Her beautiful, vibrant orange eyes traced him. His short sleeved work uniform revealed one of the stitch tattoos on his wrist. “Maybe I can be one.”
Flattered, but also unnerved by this comment, he once again laughed awkwardly and his eyes trailed off to the side. What brought them right back was when she uncrossed her legs and spread them slightly, giving him another look at her scantily clad cameltoe. He continued to stare in silence for several moments, much to her apparent delight, because she was seductively biting the edge of her juice can, her bedroom eyes smiling at him.
“What do you think? Good plan?” she nearly whispered.
Grave’s head was about to explode. He couldn’t believe this conversation with a mare he literally just met was already heading in this direction. He just cleared his throat and peeled his eyes away to stare wide eyed at a jar of pickles on the shelves.
“Aura.. You’re very pretty, and really nice… But-”
His blush turned full crimson and his heart began to pound a mile a minute. He grew hot under the collar, catching a glimpse of her pure white panties every now and again. “Ehehehe… Thank you...”
“Don’t be so modest. You know, you’re, like, way more my type than you’d think~” Saying that, she raised one foot up on the table, leaning her heel onto the edge. Her skirt creeped up even higher until her panties were all he could see. Even though Grave’s head was still turned, his eyes were dead center on them, so wide they were almost vibrating. Small drops of glimmering sweat ran down her meaty thighs, and her female pheromones were practically steaming from her moistening undies. His cock jolted to full capacity in mere moments, creating a noticeable bulge in his dark jeans. “You may not be tall, but you are handsome, and dark in a different way. I dig that~”
Despite the obvious boner in his pants giving away that he was having a serious case of the hots for her, Aura was not the type he would see himself dating. She looked like she was from a different world than him, like a cheerleader that would hook up with the school’s quarterback. The idea that she would even show interest in him, a grim, introverted, nocturnal freak was something he found hard to fathom. Yet here she was, presenting her private bits to him. Either she was a slut that would take any dick she could get, or he’d been selling himself short this whole time.
After a few more moments, Aura crossed her legs once more and snickered, taking another sip from her juice. Her eyes almost seemed to glow as she stared him down with bedroom eyes that couldn’t make up their mind whether they wanted to look him in the face, or at that large swelling in his trousers. “I think I figured out what I want. How much for a cream pie?”
“E..ehhhhh…” He stuttered, gulping once again. “I...might have some...in the back…if you want me to…”
She quickly rose from the table and pressed her breasts against his chest. Just and inch or two shorter than him, so she was practically face to face with him, and his heat was becoming almost unbearable. “Sounds good. If you don’t mind~” Her hand gripped tightly around the cylindrical shape, then went down to feel up the rest of his package while she bit her lip.
Enough was enough. He took her to the storage room in the back, away from all security cameras. All those hours getting turned on at work and restraining himself to do anything about it, and it all amounted to this. His fantasy coming to life right before his eyes. Even in his wildest thoughts, he never thought he’d actually see one of his customers, crouched before him and eating his swollen cock like in some kind of porno movie. He pet the back of her mane while she slid him deep into her saliva dripping mouth.
“Hmmmm~ A big, juicy horse sausage~ Just what I was hungry for,” she purred, licking his erogenous glans with her soft, nimble tongue. “Hope it’s not too expensive~”
“No… Hnnn… This one is on the house…” He replied, breathing harshly and huffing out his excitement.
“Really? Oh, thank you Grave! You’re such a nice guy~” She repaid his kindness in full by sliding his length even deeper into her gullet, her lips touching his medial ring and his tip going down her tight throat. One dainty hand lifting his balls, the other around his base, and Grave was left panting and moaning towards the ceiling. He always thought head this good was hard to come by, but this came really close to the deepthroat treatment he got from Death Metal back then. He leaned back against the wall and softly humped her mouth, his pants dropping further down to his ankles.
“Oh… Fuck…”
Aura sucked like a vacuum, pleasing him with her tongue and sloshing her spit around like a washing machine, then leaned in even further and fully hilted him, making him cry out louder than he probably should have. He hoped to whatever was holy that no other customers would show up to interrupt this.
Her gagging noises and tight squeezes made him cum in no time flat. She looked up to him while he fired the contents of his balls down her esophagus, spurts of hot creamy semen spilling into her digestive system to give her a soothing, warm sensation in her stomach. “Fucking..hell…” he muttered during those last few gushes, having a firm grip on her amber blonde mane.
Pulling back to unearth a drool and semen dripping cock, Aura winked up at him and licked her lips after such a good, filling meal. “Gosh, that had to come out! Best load I’ve had in a long while~”
Her soft, glossy lips wrapped around his head and gave it wet kisses all over, her tongue scooping up those last drops of tasty sperm pushing through. Her slender fingers played around on his shaft, followed by a long lick down the underside until she reached his testicles. Sucking on those big, full balls, fantasising about how much more he had stored up for her, and taking in his natural musk made her panties so wet she began to drip onto the tiled floor.
Every little touch, either from her fingers, lips, tongue, it didn’t matter, sent a cold chill down Grave’s spine, a wonderful offset to the immense heat his body was in. She moved up to his stomach, caressing his tight, toned abs with her fingertips and lips, lifting his shirt along the way. Grave raised his arms into the air and slipped out of it. If he kept it on, it would just end up drenched in sweat and various other liquids.
With the revelation of his stitch tattoos all over his upper body, the charming cutie smiled an enchanting smile and proceeded to lick and touch him from his abs up to his chest until she was standing up, his still lively erection between her thighs and peeking out the other end. She leaned against him, her nipples poking his chest through her top, while his hands found their way to her silky, malleable buttcheeks. Their eyes locked, her deep amber ones looking deep into his grey blue ones, and between them a spark of lust and want crackled.
“I want you, deep inside me~” She whispered, and their lips met in a sensual tongue kiss that had them gasping into each other’s mouths. Aura’s buttcheeks got squeezed and kneaded, making her moan and mewl as she grinded her needy pussy against his thick piece of meat. The sweet fragrance of her perfume only made his lust for her stronger, a scent clearly designed to attract males and it worked absolute wonders on him.
“Yes, ma’am~”
Not much time to waste. Grave pulled her top down and nibbled on her pink perky nipples in an instant, making her cry out and grasp the back of his mane. Before long, he had her pushed against a stack of beer crates, turned her around and bent her over them.Those long, sexy legs slightly spread, he pulled her skirt up to uncover her ass that got him from flacid to diamond hard in mere moments. The only fabric he could see was what was covering up her sweet spot and the strings going around her hips. The rest vanished between her rounded ass cheeks, and only came into view when he spread them wide. Her cute little anus was visible, covered only by a thin thread that didn’t do much to hide it at all. He knew she was dressed skimpily, but not like this.
Grave made those pretty labia his by planting a kiss on her crotch and pushing his tongue against it. The light pink earth pony’s whole body responded, twitching once, then beginning to heave a little as she expressed her glee loud and clear. “Hmmm, yeahhh~ Ohhhh…”
With a few tail flicks, she shook and rocked her hips as Grave tasted her sweet nectar on his tongue, sucking it through the fabric and prodding her clit visibly poking through her underwear. Once every thread was soaked through with sex and spit, she pulled one leg up and laid it atop the crate, giving him a wide spread so he could hang off her pussy like a hungry leech. “Grave...You’re such a...good lover~ Aaahhhn~”
Moving those pesky panties to the side to dig deeper into her folds, his tongue teased and peeked inside her dribbling vaginal hole, taking a first look into the tunnel he would explore deeper in just a few minutes. He feasted on her tender pink flesh, looking every bit as attractive as he first imagined, and made out with her snatch like it was his long time girlfriend. Even her puckered asshole couldn’t escape his hunger, as it got a few tentative licks at first, then full wet laps.
“Ooooh fuck! You’re, like, a bit of a freak, ain’t ya? I underestimated you~” she giggled between moans, getting to her absolute peak of horniness very quickly.
“Heh, I have my moments, especially with someone as hot as you.” He planted a kiss on her ass, then spanked it with his full hand.
Aura yipped and wiggled her butt for him, reaching to rub her clit in anticipation. “Am I fuckable?”
“Very fuckable~”
“Prove it! Put your big cock inside me and fuck me bareback, right now!”
Grave got up to his feet and mounted the preppy college girl from behind, sliding his meaty cock deep inside her slot and pumping his pelvis against her ass. In this position, he took her leg and raised it even higher, lifting up one side of her body to leave her leaning on her side on just one arm. The deep rutting continued, balls slapping against her thighs and pussyjuice spilling all over them, spattering about with every deep thrust into her quivering, stretched vagina.
“Ahh! Ah! Ah! Yeah! Fuck! Harder!” Her cries of unbridled lust penetrated the walls and overpowered the lewd sloshing and plapping that filled up every moment of silence, turning the storage room into a porno set.
The room started becoming hot. Incredibly hot. Temperatures seemed to rise consistently until sweat was pouring from the grey stallion’s every pore, and his panting increased in speed and depth in an attempt to deal with it. All the sweltering heat was seemingly coming from her, waves of it wafting off her like a pulsating radiator. Sweat made her body gleam, drops rolling and wet lines drawn over every part of her, making her clothes look like they had a bucket of water emptied over them. Even her cunt felt like a volcano spilling boiling lava on his crotch.
Yet, even though he felt like he was on the verge of heat syncope, he didn’t stop fucking her for a moment. Maybe it was his subconscious instinct taking over, but screwing this feverishly hot pussy until climax was his top priority. His palms were sweating like crazy as they grabbed her by the thigh and hip, ramming her sticky body into his pre spewing cock. And the smell, it was like the most lusty overdose of pheromones, so thick in the hot air that turned him into a sex starved beast.
Before he knew it, he unloaded his seed into her womb. Literally, it took him by surprise. He didn’t even have the time to consider pulling out of her before his thick, sticky nut poured through her cervical entrance and washed into her uterus like a tsunami. That’s when he felt her hand squeezing on the back of his neck, and her cries raised several octaves. His eyes fell on her face that was looking back at him, and she had a deep shade of red on her sweat covered cheeks and forehead. Her eyes crossed and rolled back and her tongue lolled out her mouth into the sexiest, sluttiest ahegao face he’d ever laid eyes on.
“I’m...cummiiiiiing!!!”
Aura’s own climax exploded onto him, a loud splash as her cum hit the floor, followed by continuous pattering and several more audible squirts. His lap and lower abdomen completely soaked, he finally pulled out of her along with a big, pearly white wad of jizz that gushed out of her gaping, fucked open tube. She scrambled to turn around and spread her legs wide, looking with absolutely love in her eyes at the gift that he left for her.
“Ooooh! Oh! I can’t take it! I need more!”
The moment she stepped off the crates, she leapt onto him and wildly made out with him. Their tongues slurped and made drool ooze down their chins. She tore the rest of her clothes off, her sweat drenched top hitting the floor with a heavy, wet slap, and she pushed him onto a smaller stack of crates, sitting down on his lap and bouncing like a pent up lapdancer
She angled his cock, pressing it against her anus and sat down on it until it popped inside. Instantly, she let out a howl like she was cumming yet again. Grave let it happen, looking up at this furnace of a chick, mascara running out along her cheeks, her entire body glowing and sweltering.
“You’re...fucking...hot!” He panted, sweat drops dangling from his chin. Regardless of his true meaning, he was being honest in a both literal and figurative sense. The inside of her rectum felt tight and strangulating, not to mention just as hot as her pussy.
“I haven’t b-been fucked like this i-in forever! Oh God!” She rambled, bouncing up and down on his long rod as it impaled her. “S-such a big cock! So much c-cum! Finally! Ohhh fuck! I’m so happy!”
Her heat had peaked, now all that was left to do was ride it out. To fuck and cum until it was done. She rode him cowgirl style like she had nothing to lose, butt smacking against his thighs over and over, hair sticking to her back, shoulders and forehead. Grave held her sticky body close to his, pushed his face into her big titties and sucked on her nipples, and held her asscheeks apart, thrusting deeper into her luscious tailpipe. They moaned, panted, pressed their tongues together and professed their lust for one another.
“Cum inside me, Grave! I wanna feel you fill me up one more time!”
Like on command, another fountain of spunk unleashed inside her anal cavity, giving her internals a fresh coat of potent love gravy. Aura slammed her ass down on him, and he held on tight, balls twitching and cock quaking. Every gush filling her piled on top of her satisfaction, giving her one small orgasm after the other until she collapsed on top of him, hugging him close and resting her head on his shoulder.
“Aura…” He whispered, his arms wrapped around her midsection as the temperature in the room finally began to fall and their sweat cooled their bodies. The afterglow was incredible, their naked bodies cuddling motionless for minutes on end.
Eventually, Aura gave a sigh and lifted herself up, giving him a smile and a peck on the cheek. “I should probably let you get back to work. Thank you, Grave. I had, like, an amazing time with you tonight. You’re a total stud~”
He smiled sheepishly and nodded. “So did I. You can visit me on my night shifts any time.”
“I’ll keep it in mind~” She got up from his lap, both holes dribbling baby batter onto the floor as she gathered her clothes, slipping back into her top and skirt. Her thong she held up with both hands, looking at it. While Grave was putting his pants back on and getting decent, she turned to him and held them out to him with a naughty smile. “For you~”
“Huh?” His eyes grew big as he stared at the sexy white undies, held up to him like some kind of prize. He looked down to her thighs, cum still leaking down them like a busted water main. “But you’re…”
“If anyone notices, I’ll tell them where I got it from,” she winked. Grave tried to wrap his mind around that joke. In some ways, it would lead to a disaster for him, but not all. She took his hand and placed the lingerie into his hand, closing his hand around it. “It’s a memento~ I’m sure you’ll take good care of them.”
The metalhead stallion chuckled, looking at the contents of his hand and feeling his heart throb once more. Then he watched her head for the door and open it. “See you around, stud~” She blew him a kiss, and with that, she walked out.
“Huh? W-wait! Aura!” Scrambling to put his shirt back on and making sure his zipper was closed, Grave stumbled into the shop, only to see absolutely nobody there. Even when he looked out to the pumps and the parking lot, she was already gone. “What…?”
His eyes fell on the trail of cum drops on the floor. A few feet into the store, it just...stopped. Puzzled, he wiped the sweat off his forehead, then looked back into the storage area. He sighed. He gave himself extra work in the end; one hell of a mess to clean up. At least it was worth it.
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5 AM, almost ready to call it a night. Freshened up and done with the additional cleaning, Grave leaned onto the counter of the cash register, propped up on his elbows while munching on some cheap chocolate chip cookies he brought from home. His mind was absent, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was thinking about.
Aura. So many questions about her popped up into his head. That uneasy feeling he got around her at first, that unbelievable, enchanting touch of hers that sent shivers down his spine. The heat she emitted while they were going at it. It was not natural. Even now, he had no answers, didn't even get her phone number or anything. Maybe he should ask her next time he sees her. Either way, this was gonna be on his mind for quite a while, everything about her.
A loud bell ring jolted him out of his daze. He looked at the glass doors to see a customer waiting to get in, one he didn’t notice pulling up whatsoever. A little bit annoyed, he pushed the button to open the door for him.
“Good morning,” he said while grabbing a can of beer from the open fridge and taking it to checkout.
“Morning…” Grave went through the usual routine of scanning the beer, naming the price, taking the money and giving back the change. After that, the customer did his goodbyes, or not, and fucked off. He let out a sigh, biting another piece off a cookie and slowly chewing it.
He blinked, staring blankly at the door as it slid shut, then clicked back into its lock. Then his shoulders slumped ever so slightly and his eyebrows turned into a small frown. He looked down at the button he just used, then back to the door. His eyes grew wide and he stopped chewing, suddenly unable to swallow anymore.
Grave rushed into the office where the security camera monitors were, rewinding the recorded footage just a few hours back with shaking hands. He stared at himself walking to the back to get the chocolate milk, then he switched to the feed looking in just above the front door. He waited and waited, only to see nothing but still darkness outside.
His stomach dropped and his heart began to slam in his chest, but that was nothing compared to what he saw next when he switched to the feed looking over the back shelf, where he first met her. He saw...himself, crouched down picking up the candy bars, but beside him, nothing… Rewinding again, he saw the candy bars tumbling to the ground by themselves. Then to the fridge, the door opened, but the only thing he saw was himself interacting with thin air, and the bizarre sight of a juice can floating.
He kept staring with a dry throat, his chest growing sweaty all over again, until he saw the door to the back falling shut. His jaw was almost on the floor, but after a full minute, he fast forwarded until the door opened once again, and the only thing he saw was a small flicker in the video, and a moving, barely noticeable smudge vibrating the air around it until it disappeared without a trace.
“What...the fuck…”
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Grave paid for the drink, claiming it was his own, the moment his coworker came to relieve him. Just before he left, he asked him if he ever saw or heard anything strange during his night shifts. His question was met with a blank stare and a negative. When he questioned why, Grave deflected the question, saying it was probably just the pipes or his lack of sleep. He needed a cigarette, and he needed it fast.
Once outside, he lit up a smoke and walked to his car, sitting behind the wheel with one hand covering the side of his face. He felt like he had taken pills, questioning everything that happened to him that night and whether it was some kind of elaborate hallucination, a spell he had fallen under, or if he just nodded off behind the cash register and dreamt it all.
However, there was one piece of tangible proof to this anomaly. He reached inside his pocket and he felt it, and he didn't know if it should have made his skin crawl or his pants grow tight. Aura’s panties. They were very real, still damp even, and her scent was all over it. It was so vivid and felt so real, convincing him that there was no way it was a dream, and if it was a prank, it was a very elaborate one.
He sighed and put her memento away before anyone caught him holding and staring at women’s underwear like some kind of pervert. He started the engine, wondering if he would ever see her again like she promised, if that were even a possibility. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove home, dozens of throbbing questions filling up his head.
“This is...ehm… How should I put it…” Shrapnel put her fist by her lips and tilted her head as her eyes scanned the printed piece of paper in her hand. “Overtly pornographic…”
“So?” Grave retorted, sitting in a chair across from her. “Lots of death metal bands have lewd song lyrics. I figured I’d take a break from the violence and gore and take another route for a change.”
“Yeah, but… We decided on the theme of cannibalism for our next album. Slipping in a song about straight up hardcore porn doesn’t really fit the picture, unless…” She paused for a moment, as the cool wind of the fan on the desk blew across her body. “...you know, she bites his dick off in the middle of it…”
The long haired stallion fell silent for a couple of seconds, staring back at her. “Shrap, I feel sorry for the guy who's going to date you.” The blue earth pony rolled her eyes at the remark and crossed her legs.
“Is it any worse than all the shit you’ve written?”
“No, not at all,” he laughed. “I’m just glad you have the right mindset for this. Thanks, I’ll consider it.”
“Otherwise we’ll just throw it in as a bonus track, or shelve it for a future release.” She quickly read through the lyrics one more time and chuckled a little. “Fuck’s sake Rav, how big of a hard on did you have while writing this?”
Grave snickered and shrugged, looking over to their other bandmates in the room. Gristle the drummer, a silver haired, burgundy coated bat pony, was splayed out on the couch, shirtless and wearing nothing but cargo shorts. “Fuck me a new god damn asshole! I’m not gonna make it!” He complained, drops of sweat running down his slender torso. “How the fuck are you two not dying wearing all those clothes?”
“I’m pretty good at dealing with heat,” Grave said, wearing a regular black band shirt and tundra camo trousers. “Have you ever seen me wearing shorts?” He turned to Shrapnel, who was wearing a black tank top and long goth pants with many straps, small chains and neon blue patterns. He looked just in time to see a drop of sweat rolling down her cleavage, which made his eyes fall conspicuously on her tits.
“Urgh, this sucks! It’s way too hot!” He said, taking a can of beer from a bucket of ice and dragging it across his body and forehead before opening it. “I’d kill for air conditioning right now!”
Meanwhile, Tremor was tuning his bass guitar in the recliner in the corner. The tall, dark green pegasus didn’t seem too bothered by the sweltering heat having Ranchtown in its grasp for a couple of days now. He just remained silent and focused on maintaining his precious instrument.
“If you think I’m gonna bust my ass behind the drums in this weather, you’ve got another thing coming! You want me to pass out?”
“But we’ve been holding off band practice for way too often recently. We can’t just rest on our laurels just because we’ve been having some success lately,” Shrapnel reasoned, playing with the piercing in her lower lip with her tongue.
“Yeah, but this is an exception! It’s like the surface of the sun out there! We should be in our swimsuits with a cocktail in our hands instead of…” He stopped himself, looking off into nothingness for a few seconds, then sat up straight. “Dude… We should go swimming!”
“What?” Grave asked with a cocked eyebrow.
“Guys, what would you rather do right now? Sweat all over your instruments and risk getting a heat stroke, or take a refreshing dive in a pool full of hot babes in bikinis?” Gristle looked at Tremor too, who gave him back a very neutral stare.
“That...actually doesn’t sound too bad…” Shrapnel chimed in, turning to Grave who just shrugged with one hand.
“I guess not… But what about band practice? Should we save it for tomorrow?”
“Yes we should!” Gristle exclaimed, totally excited about the prospect. “Let’s go get our swim gear and head for the pool! Shrapnel, you bring the skimpiest swimsuit you’ve got, okay?”
After throwing a staple remover at the bat pony’s face, Shrap turned to Grave and they both nodded.
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In truth, Grave wasn’t all too big on swimming. He never liked deep water and only learned to swim pretty late in his life. He remembered swim class back in school and how it always gave him the jitters. But now that he was with friends, purely recreational and nobody forcing him to swim laps, it wouldn’t be so bad.
The relentless deathgrind of Mortereal blasted through the speakers of the car as he drove, Shrapnel riding shotgun and the other two in the backseat. Each of them had with them a bag containing their swimming gear, and between Tremor and Gristle on the backseat was a picnic cooler filled with booze and other drinks. “Oh my Gosh, Gristle! when will you ever run out of awesome ideas?” The red bat said out loud. “You guys are gonna be thanking me when this day is done.”
“Something tells me it’s gonna be pretty crowded though,” Grave said, turning right at the intersection. “With this weather and all…”
“More chicks to check out, dude!”
“Can’t argue with that~” He grinned back.
Shrapnel held a lit cigarette between her fingers, the smoke rolling out of the wide open car window beside her. Her black and blue striped mane blew in the wind, the cool breeze on her face feeling absolutely wonderful. Every now and again she would get weird looks from other drivers, who could hear the downtuned guitars and grotesque gutturals blasting very clearly through the open window. Whenever that happened, she’d just nod like a polite pony and turn her head forward again. It never failed to amuse her.
“Keep your dick in your shorts, Grave. It’s a public pool after all,” she said, taking a drag and tapping off the ashes.
“Why just me? Gristle brought it up!” He protested.
“Yeah, but I’ve seen you with your dick out way too often recently.”
This made the bat pony’s ears perk up, and he leaned in between the two front seats. “Something I should know about?” He looked at Grave when he asked it, making the grey earth pony stallion raise his eyebrows while keeping his eyes on the road.
“No comment.”
“Not knocking you for it, but if you’re gonna bone someone, do it in a private place,” she added with a knowing smile.
“Oh come on, you’re acting like I’m some kind of pervert one flash shy of a restraining order. I’m not stupid, you know. Besides, why are you assuming I’m getting laid today? We’re just going swimming, not visiting a whore house” he said, looking at her sporadically from the corner of his eye.
“Call it a hunch,” she giggled in response.
“I don’t know if I should be flattered by that or what…”
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The pungent stench of chlorine assaulted his nostrils the moment he walked through the front door. It was a smell he hated, bringing back so many memories of his child and early teenhood days. The sting of water going into his eyes, or going up his nose and burning down the back of his throat, and the minor panic attacks as he stood staring into the deep end, contemplating if jumping in would be the last mistake he’d ever make. It’s not like he didn’t enjoy being in water from time to time, but he once heard someone say that any sport that requires you to keep moving to not die is barbaric. He agreed with that sentiment, hence why he preferred to stay on land. The smell of this place, and the hollow echoes of voices further down the building were enough to make his stomach drop a little.
Nevertheless, he sucked it up and got into his swimming trunks in the changing stall, putting all of his clothes into his backpack and storing them in a locker. It was one of those that required a coin, then gave you a wristband with a small key for you to keep safe. Lose that in the pool and you’d better have good diving skills. He found Gristle and Tremor right before the showers meant to disinfect the patrons lest they all compounded their bodily filth into one giant cup of broth.
Compared to his two male bandmates, Grave’s tattoo game was rather tame. Gristle had an entire arm sleeve of the things, plus a few on his calves, while Tremor’s chest, shoulders and arms were covered in tribal tattoos. Still, Grave was the only one who got one around his neck, the stitch lines making it look like his head was cut off at some point. That one was a real bitch to get.
“Shrap is taking her sweet ass time,” Gristle said, standing under the warm shower, his wet silver mane now sticking to his shoulders. He made sure to get his bat wings nice and soaked too. “Must be having some trouble fitting her tits in her swimsuit, hehe.”
“Got a thing for Shrapnel’s tits, dude?” Grave asked, not exactly expecting an answer to that. His long hair was dripping profusely now too.
“Sure, why not.”
Right after that blank reply was given, all of their attention was suddenly usurped by the light blue coloured earth pony strutting in from the changing room areas. Grave and Gristle instantly began to stare with wide open eyes, their heads following her as she walked. It was like a cliched scene from a movie, euphoric glam rock playing in the background as the camera leered at her body in slow mo and close up. Her small silver and azure coloured bikini top cupped her breasts tightly with triangular cloth, pushing them up slightly and leaving plenty of cleavage visible. Below her toned, slender waistline and pierced belly button, matching bottoms more than skimpy enough to make heads turn, exposing the majority of her butt.
Once she got into the shower, Grave had to gulp and Gristle bit his thumb, while Tremor gave a blank, placid stare as he usually did. She met the cascading water head on, curling back slightly to let it pour all over her body, tilting her hips to the side and stretching her legs. Then she shook her head, spattering the drops from her soaked through mane that hung partially over her right eye. She steamed up the whole room with her presence alone, and once she was done, Shrap turned to the boys who were so obviously undressing her with their eyes. Finally, she turned to them with an uninterested look on her face, took hold of the shoulder straps of her top and lifted them twice quickly, making both her boobs bounce and settle in her top. She hit them with a fast head nod as to say “got a problem?” before walking off into the main pool area with hips swinging, leaving her perverted bandmates behind to gawk.
“Whew…” Grave commented. “What a tease…”
“Indeed… I didn’t think she actually would…” said Gristle. “The skimpy swimsuit thing, I mean.”
The four walked around the perimeter of the pool. Although the place was bustling with people, it wasn’t quite as crowded as they expected. This was good, because it gave them enough room to breathe and play. About halfway across the pool, it was deep enough for diving, and Gristle stood by the edge, looking down into the clear, shimmering water, stretching his limbs in preparation as the others stood behind him.
“Best way to get used to the water is to jump in straight away. Don’t even dip your toes in. Check this shit out! I always aced my swimming classes and I can dive just as gracefully as I can fly.”
He stood there, right by the edge, going into a zen like state, raising his arms to prepare to cleave the water like a professional. His three friends just looked at each other, Shrapnel rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
Gristle bent through his knees, then took a deep breath, and just as he was about to go for it, Shrapnel ran up and slam tackled him into the pool. “Move, bitch!!!”
“Gwah!” His cry was cut short when they hit the water with a big, resounding splash. Grave bursted out laughing immediately. Gristle resurfaced and wiped the water from his eyes, spitting out the lukewarm liquid that made it into his mouth. “Shrap! What the fucking hell?”
The blue mare floated away from him with a devious grin, stuck out her tongue and showed him her middle finger, the black polished nail like the dot on the exclamation mark, before swimming away.
“Oh no you don’t! Get back here!” With a flash of his fangs, the burgundy bat gave chase, leaving Grave and Tremor still standing by the poolside.
“Those two…” Grave chuckled. He too stood by the edge now, staring into the depths with a twitching lower eyelid, then he let out a sigh. No good. Just the idea of jumping in there gave him the jitters. This wasn’t even the deepest part, that was over there to the right of him, where the high diving platform was. Just an overall dangerous place to be swimming around in, so there were plenty of lifeguards to keep it safe. Apparently it was about 9 feet deep.
Why couldn’t he stop staring? It’s not like he’d never seen anything like it before, but for some reason he just wanted to look, to see if he could see the bottom. Maybe if he put his head underwater…
He blinked, finally peeling his eyes away after what felt like minutes. He shook it off, turning back to look at the large body of water before him. “Alright, we should just-” he turned to the left to see Tremor was gone. His gaze went down and saw him, already in the water with his elbows leaning against the edge, just chilling. He must have just climbed in when he wasn’t looking.
“When did you-” he paused again, seeing a bottle of beer in his hand that he sipped on regularly. His lips pursed incredulously. “Where did you get that?”
The giant pegasus just looked up at him and shrugged his broad shoulders. Grave let out a silent grunt and climbed in with him. So many questions.
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Gristle was having a field day, with no shortage of fine specimens to gawk at, of both genders! It’s true what they say, there’s double the eye candy for those who are bisexual. One wonderful pair of tits walking by followed by abs he would use to lick salt off of for a tequila shot in a heartbeat. He was in the tropical section of the building now, a warmer, much more shallow pool surrounded by palm trees, fake rocks with small waterfalls and other vegetation. A beautiful place used for relaxation rather than actual swimming. His nostrils came up for air before submerging again, lurking with his eyes above the water.
“Oohhh yeah~”
All of his attention was on the curvy unicorn relaxing on a towel by the side of the pool, the tropical plants behind her like a backdrop for a softcore porn shoot. She wore a pale golden one-piece swimsuit, cut off at the sides enough to expose the sides of her bulging tits. He bit his lip with his elongated fang, his trunks becoming noticeably tighter beneath the surface.This was exactly what he was talking about earlier. Such a delicious sight to take in. So engrossed was he that he didn’t notice the back and blue haired mare sneaking up on him.
“Nice view, huh?” Shrapnel announced before pushing her body against his back. His wings spread a little in surprise and he gasped, almost choking on water. He turned his head and was face to face with her, making him a little flushed. She shot him a devilish smirk. “You’ve done nothing but ogle pretty mares today. That and trying to show off.”
Gristle pulled his face out of the water so he could reply. “Well shit, looks like you found me first. I saw you walking in here and followed you, but I got a little preoccupied.”
“I don’t doubt that for a second,” she said, then did something that sent a shock through the red bat pony’s body. Her hand very purposely reached around and grasped his half erect shaft tightly. “Oh my God! You’re actually popping a boner!” she exclaimed, making him sputter and look around frantically, just to make sure no one heard that.
“Shrap! Shhhh!!! Jesus!” he whisper yelled.
“Wha…? Who?” Promptly letting go, she pushed herself off him and floated off on her back, smirking all the way. “Just keep yourself from jerking off, you’re in public.”
“Who said anything about- Argh! Just shut up!” He said this, even though after that little prank, he was now much harder than before. He turned back to the brown unicorn and saw that she was looking back at them after that ruckus, but then went back to minding her own business, shrugging it off as just friends goofing off.
“Urgh… Anyway, you ruined my moment earlier, and now you’re gonna pay!”
“Oooh shit! Whatcha gonna do, tough guy? I hope it doesn’t involve your raging, throbbing erection~” she laughed, sticking out her tongue and drifting further away from him.
“Oh, that’s it!” Gristle launched out of the water and grappled the female guitarist, dragging her under. They came back up soon, laughter and splashing ringing through the hall as the two bandmates roughhoused together.
“No! Cut it out! Ahahah!”
Inevitably, his hands wildly grabbing at her caused a bit of a slip up, when he accidentally grabbed the cup of her bikini and pulled it down, making her entire breast fall out in all its bouncy glory. Her face turned to comical shock and she was quick to cover up and fix the mishap, but not before Gristle could make out the colour of her nipple and his jaw dropped. “Ehhhh… Oops!”
“Oh, you fucking piece of-” She didn’t finish the insult before she clawed at his nuts underwater and took them in a squeezing grip, though just for a second. He still yelped.
“It was an accident!” he cackled. “I’m sorry!”
“I’ll give you an accident!” she hollered back and tackled him once more, vanishing underwater with him, bubbles floating up to the surface.
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“Shrap and Gristle never came back… I wonder what they’re up to,” Grave asked out loud. The tower of a pegasus beside him hummed unsurely, having barely moved an inch. He already had two empty beer bottles behind him. Grave still had no idea where he kept getting them from, and so far no one called him out on it.
Now that he was thoroughly accustomed to the water, it felt really nice. So nice in fact that he wouldn’t mind venturing a little further. “I’ll be around. Feel free to explore if you want,” he said to Tremor, who just gave him the go ahead with a nod.
Despite his big stature, Tremor could be quite the ninja. When they were on tour all over Equestria and went sightseeing, he’d often tear himself away from the rest of the group to explore on his own before anyone even realised. Then a few hours later, he would show up again and merge with the group seamlessly, making everyone else wonder where the hell he had been. Of course he never told. He was like a cat always finding its way home, a lone wolf who was more than capable of taking care of himself.
Grave swam away from the edge in firm breast strokes, careful to avoid colliding with anyone else. He traveled towards the middle, then a loud cry grabbed his attention. A stallion leaped off the tall diving platform with a cheer and crashed into the water with a huge splash. Now his attention was brought to the deep end again, and that’s when that sinking feeling overtook him once more.
He had to. Something simply compelled him, even if it was something he wouldn’t normally do. He held his breath and submerged his head, keeping his eyes open. The water was crystal clear, but he didn’t see anything. Just a tiled, blue and white checkered floor at the bottom, absolutely nothing unusual. He came back up and rubbed the water from his eyes, his mane thoroughly soaked now. After pondering for a few seconds, he swam the other way.
“Of course there’s nothing, what the hell are you doing, Rav?” he chuckled to himself, then his self reflection was bothered by a light bap to the head with a weak, hollow thump. He blinked in surprise, and saw a beach ball landing in the water beside him.
“Hahaha, Sorry!” a female voice called out to him. He turned to see a citrus yellow earth pony with long violet hair hanging loose along her back waving at him apologetically. She was wearing a small metallic green bikini, with triangular patches of fabric connected by strings covering up her breasts, probably close to the bare minimum of what would count as functional swimwear. He was quite amazed by it, since her swimsuit was small enough to show a good amount of underboob. She was standing with just her chest above the water. He didn’t even realise it was shallow enough here stand until now.
Grave smiled at the mare and waved back. “That’s okay.”
“That was meant for me.” He heard another voice coming from beside him, so he turned to look and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. One of the most incredible sets of tits he ever laid eyes upon, packaged in a rather stylish, dark red bathing suit. The low cut went well below the surface of the water and probably past her belly button, with several cross tied laces keeping it together. Despite not being obscene, it still showed off the entirety of her cleavage, the strings not wide enough to hide the shape of her massive, plump boobs as they were lightly squished together. Her nipples even poked through in small bumps. These belonged to a very curvy grey bat pony with vibrant orange hair and aquamarine eyes, who picked up the beach ball and smiled at him. Her tits bounced happily with almost every move she made, and Grave almost exclaimed his bewilderment before he caught himself.
“You’ve got a bite, Grem. I think he likes what he sees!” her earth pony friend called out to her.
Grem giggled. She had seen it many times before, even just today. Eyes that couldn’t stop staring, enchanted by her large assets and her sexy attire. The new, grey furred, long haired stallion before her was rendered speechless, and she revelled in it every single time it happened. It made her feel so proud in a way. “Of course he does~”
“Alright, enough flaunting your tits. Pass the ball to me already!”
The bat pony threw the ball up and hopped up, volleyball spiking the light beach ball back to Lemon Square. Her voluptuous breasts rose and flopped back onto the surface tension of the water.
“Dammit! I said stop flaunting!” she barked back as she caught it.
“What? I wasn’t!”
“Bull to the shit! What was all that bouncing for? It’s just a beach ball!”
With a knowing grin showing her fangs, she turned to Grave who was still watching the two girls he just met playing. “Don’t mind her. Boob envy, hehe~”
“Oh, go suck a dick, you trollop!” Lemon waded towards the two, then threw the ball back into Grem’s hands. “Hey, you! Guy! What’s your name?”
“Huh? Ehm, Grave Rush…”
“Grave! Tits or ass?”
Taken aback, he looked at the two of them looking back at him. It took him a few seconds to answer. “Well, I appreciate them both-” he started to say, but was interrupted by Lemon’s wagging finger.
“Nah nah nah, fuck that. Which of them do you wank to the most? What’s your go-to search term on the internet?”
His face turned all the more red at this bizarre and exceedingly personal turn. “Ehhh… Tits, I guess.”
“Alright, good!” Lemon suddenly grabbed her big yellow knockers and held them up, squished them together as to showcase them. “You be the judge then. Pretty damn good, right?!”
Grave’s mouth was agape. Even though they were overshadowed by Grem’s giants, they were still above average and among the larger ones he’d seen that day. He just nodded, but Lemon was unsatisfied with that response. She grumbled, then without an ounce of hesitation or shame, she pulled her small bikini top up and her naked breasts flopped out, hitting the water with a small splash. “I said, pretty damn good, RIGHT?!”
His heart skipped a beat and he continued to swell in his trunks inadvertently. “Y-yes!”
“Ahah! See? His face speaks for itself. You don’t need enormous chesticles to get a stallion going.” With her middle finger, she pulled her lower eyelid down to show her the whites of her eyes. This made Grem smirk and roll her eyes, and she went in for the counter attack.
“Grave, what about this though?” Placing the palms of her hands on the sides of her melons, she squeezed them together so hard they deformed like soft squishy pillows, making her cleavage all the more pronounced. She even let out a soft, sensual moan as she did. His veins throbbed, and his face was beet red at this point, because he could see her pink areola peeking out from behind the red, wet fabric.
Lemon facepalmed, then angrily bumped into the bat pony. “It’s fucking cheating is what it is!”
At that, Grem spanked Lemon’s ass and shoved her face into her massive cleavage. “I was born this way, get over it and suck it up!” The yellow mare shouted a muffled insult, smothered by lovely boobs.
“Ehm, if I may…” Grave spoke up, and the two broke up their fight and turned to him. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re both stacked…”
The two mares turned to each other, and a grin formed on their faces. “Are you here alone, Grave?” Lemon asked, eyeballing every visible part of his body.
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Shrapnel and Gristle heaved in exhaustion, panting in each other’s faces. It was quite a struggle, but now she had him right where she wanted him; pinned against the wall, sitting on a solid protrusion serving as an underwater bench, in a more secluded corner of the pool more or less away from prying eyes. Their shoulders were above surface, with Shrapnel’s visibly moving in a slow, rhythmic fashion.
“I surrender… You win..” He smiled at her, biting back a moan as he looked down to see a moving, distorted image of what was going on down there.
“That’s what I thought~” she whispered with a victorious smirk. His trunks were pulled down below his balls and her hand was firmly clenching his rock solid, crimson coloured pecker and stroking it up and down slowly. The veins pulsed so strongly she could measure his blood pressure, and his hardon twitched every time she squeezed his erogenous glans with her fingers.
Despite being friends for a long time, this was a first time for them. Yes, there had been sexual tension in the band before, but never did they go any further than joking words. Now the time had come to bring it forth in its fullest, in an exciting way that had their hearts pounding.
“Unff… Shrap, God damn…” he spoke softly, goading her to fondle his nuts with her free hand. Her tits were out, the bikini tucked under them, though she kept them hidden underwater for him to feel up. “And here I thought we were just friends.”
“We are,” she responded, wanking him a little faster. “But I won’t let that stop me. Just don’t blow your load in the pool.”
“Then what am I supposed to do with it?”
Shrap cocked an eyebrow and smiled, then she took a deep breath and sank under like a stone. Gristle’s eyes went wide with joy when her warm mouth enveloped his cock, her soft tongue twirling around the tip and her lips clenched tightly, while she worked the shaft with her hand, milking the pre cum out of him.
“Whewww, oh boy…” He kept an eye out for any other ponies, but getting a blowjob underwater was something he couldn’t protest. He could see her head bobbing in his lap, but other than that it was all sensations and pleasure. It certainly got a rise out of him, and he wasn’t gonna last long.
With some luscious sucking and some more flicks of her tongue, his rich and creamy load graced her mouth in big, long spurts. She moaned, doing her best to keep up, drinking down the warm sperm as it kept shooting against her tongue like a water pistol. When the valve closed, she sucked the last drop from his dickhole and gasped as she quickly came up for air. “Phew… Almost drowned.”
A small trickle of slimy semen still dangled from her lips, and Gristle watched as she caught it with her finger and licked it up. Before he knew it, the blue pony was climbing into his lap, leaning back against his chest as she pulled her bottoms to the side and squished his cock between the lips between her legs. With a bit of grinding, his thick slab of horsemeat regrew what little length it lost after the first release.
“Right here?” He whispered to her, eyes darting left and right. The noises of ponies having fun were all around them, and they could praise themselves lucky nobody caught sight of them yet. But Shrapnel didn’t wait. She raised her modest but firm butt and let his dick slide all the way up her joy trail. Her hot, slippery walls made him moan, and he groped her sizeable breast as they sneakily fucked in public.
“Hmmmm~ Let’s hurry…” she said in a hushed, passionate tone, lightly bouncing on his lap as his staff probed her pussy tunnel to the cervix. Gristle helped with some subtle thrusts of his own, covering up her breasts with his hands, as the two enjoyed each other in secret. Panting softly, letting out small moans to let them know they were doing good with each other.
“Shrap… You should really follow your own advice,” he said jokingly.
“Shut up...and fuck me… Ahhhh~”
With each moan she let out, her heat rose to higher levels, sensually riding his hard cock that nailed every square inch of her squeezing insides. Her orgasm made her whimper cutely, mixing a few spurts of her naughty juices with the pool water. As much as she wanted to go all out, slam on his studly cock like a bitch in heat until she was satiated, the danger of the situation prevented her from doing so. It was absolutely excruciating, but the sudden twitching of his prick in her tight tube signalling his second cumshot filled her with hope and joy.
“Shrap, I’m gonna-”
“Yes! Let it all out! Hmmm...” She closed her eyes, anticipating the explosion to follow as his head flared up. When it happened, it was just as magical as the first time it ever happened to her. Powerful, pulsating jets of thick white sperm blasting into her uterus, turning her vagina into a hot flooded mess in a matter of moments. She laid her head back on his shoulder, asking him, begging him to keep pumping his seed into her hungry pussy while she fingered her clit. Gristle was in his element too, digging his fingers into her thighs as he ejaculated like a firehose, fighting the urge to cuss and groan out loud.
Small strands of sperm danced around in the otherwise clean water, as Shrapnel kept grinding the last drops of pleasure out of him. Such a nice big load her drummer gave her, so filling and warm she couldn’t help but be thankful. He put his arms around her waist in the afterglow, nibbling her neck as he panted his hot breath on her skin.
“Shrap… I think I need to get out of the water for a while. You?”
“You read my mind,” she smiled back, quickly covering up with her bikini after she raised herself off his lap.
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Somehow this kept happening. Grave walked along the poolside with two interested mares locking arms with him. To the left of him, a yellow earth pony with a tendency to get naked on a dime and to his right a grey bat pony with some of the largest tits he’d ever seen. Now that they were out of the water, he got a better look at their outfits. Despite her suit wrapping around her, save for the exposed back to leave room for her wings, Grem’s body was so lewd and pudgy that she would probably give Grave a boner no matter what bathing suit she decided to put on. He always had a thing for curvier, softer women, and she ticked those boxes nicely. Lemon on the other hand was much more slender, but her skimpy green bikini made her look very hot in her own right. What a bunch of head turners he managed to snag somehow.
“I like your mane,” Lemon said to him as she took a lock of his green highlights between her fingers and held it up, staring at it almost enamoured.
“Thanks…” He responded a little embarrassed. Lemon sure was a strange one.
“So, where’s this friend of yours?” Grem asked, walking alongside him, her large buoyant breasts squished against his arm.
“I dunno. He has a tendency to walk off on his own. Still, he’s a pretty big guy, so he shouldn’t be that hard to spot.”
About a half a minute later, they found Tremor, lounging around by the whirlpools like he owned the place with a beer in his hand. Lord knows what he was up to up until now. “Yo, Tremor!” Grave called out to him, and he turned to see his shorter friend surrounded by two skimpily clad mares. He didn’t seem too displeased, but he did have a slight hint of surprise in his expression. After that followed a small congratulatory smirk and a nod, which made the grey stallion blush and chuckle.
“I know what you’re thinking, and I have no idea how. Anyway, this is Grem and Lemon Square. They wanted to...meet...you?” He looked at Lemon as he introduced her to him, and he paused for a moment when he saw her wide eyed, fixated stare. “Lemon? Are you…”
“Oh...my...”
Her mouth curved to a smile that just kept growing, and her arm unhooked from Grave’s, much to his confusion. Grem and him looked on as she took slow steps towards the tall green pegasus, almost like a schoolgirl about to confess to her long time crush. Tremor didn’t know what to make of it either, but her gaze was all over him, and she looked like she was about to gobble him up.
“Hello~ I’m Lemon Square,” she said sweetly, looking up to him with a sparkle in her eyes. “What’s your name?”
Tremor, real name Stone Ridge, looked down at the mare, blinking puzzled, then back to Grave. Grem began to giggle, watching as the scene unfolded.
“His name is Tremor. He’s not very talkative.”
“Oh? That’s okay, I like the strong, silent type. Hi, Tremor! Would you mind if I kept you company?”
The long haired, bearded pegasus shook his head, and before he knew it, her arm was hooked into his. She looked like she was on cloud nine, unable to keep her eyes off him.
“Well I’ll be damned…” Grave said under his breath.
“She likes green,” Grem whispered into his ear.
“Ooooh… That makes sense, then,” he nodded. “Guess I’m down one mare.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it, Grave. I’ll stick with you.” Stepping in front of him, she took both of his hands and pressed her tits against his chest, playfully dancing in place. “If you’re interested.”
Grem’s wings fluttered a little, giving him those bedroom eyes that made the bulge in his swimming trunks bump against her stomach. Just from that, she was gauging the proportions of his package for her and it made her quite happy. “You can get a little more acquainted with these. Maybe a little more than just staring,” she giggled suggestively, squishing her tits a little harder against his chest.
Grave gulped down a rather stubborn lump in his throat, not sure if he wanted to look into her eyes or at her big sweater puppies. How could he say no to that? “Sure, I guess… But where?”
“Oh, I know someplace...hot~ You’ll see,” she winked and gave his cheek a tiny lick.
With a blush and a small smile, he looked up to say something to Tremor first, but he was already leaving, gallantly leading Lemon with their arms hooked. She clung to him and smiled up to him. He wondered if something could come of that in that moment, but he shook it off. After all, he had a very large bosomed bat to play with now. “Well, let’s go then.”
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Sweat was already running down his face and chest after just a minute, and his breathing grew deep and slightly laboured. The room was filled with so much steam, water drops running down the walls like the room itself was sweating. When Grem said she knew someplace hot, he didn’t realise she was being so literal.
Grem sat down on the wooden bench and slumped back against the wall, relaxed and with a glow of satisfaction on her face.
“You’re kidding… It’s like a million degrees outside and you take me to a sauna?” he said, trying to cope with the pressing heat and extreme humidity.
“I like it, because this is a place that makes you sweat. Take a cold shower afterwards and you’ll feel reborn, you’ll see.”
There was one big silver lining indeed, Grem’s body was glistening, small sweat drops snaking down her breasts and thighs, leaving wet trails all over her skin. He watched as her toes curled, her calves stretched, and her bathing suit stuck to her body, and her hands slid between her thighs before spreading them.
“Plus, we’re alone here…” Her hand traveled up to her chest and stretched her swimsuit to the side until her nipple came in full view. “So you can play with my tits all you want~”
That’s when her eyes met his, and she pulled him in by the wrist, him standing up before her. His blush was partially caused by the heat, partially by the arousal when she pulled his trunks down, exposing his half chubbed member. “And I can play with your cock to my heart’s content.”
She took his floppy, low hanging dick in her hand and eagerly jerked it with her full hand, reaching around to place her hand on his butt. Smiling, she planted a kiss on the dark shaded head before putting it in her mouth. In no time, it slid further out of its sheath and grew harder in her warm, soft mouth. He let out a soft moan as her head bobbed, her head wanked around the base and even caressed his balls. She was having too much fun getting him all the way up, because she couldn’t stop smiling and mewling. It was remarkable that he kept meeting up with girls with such awesome fellatio skills.
“D-damn… That feels good,” he whispered to her, getting her to look up and smirk at him while gorging on his meat. The salty pre collected in her mouth, using it as extra lube along with her saliva to give him a sloppy and sensual blowjob that blew his mind. Next up she pushed it against his abdomen and went in for his nuts, giving those hanging fruits a wet lick and graze of her fangs, making his hips twitch.
While giving him a firm hand, she leaned back and pulled the laces of her swimsuit apart just below the downward curve of her bust, creating a hole for him. “In here~” she purred, tickling his frenulum with a beckon.
Even with all the heat, it was hard to go easy on Grem. Her tits felt so soft and doughy in his hands, and the horny look she gave him while his cock fucked the hell out of them was nothing short of pornographic. The mix of sweat, drool and precum made the act effortless, sliding in and out of her giant milk jugs as he pushed them apart. Grem held her hands above her head, propping them against the wall so he could fuck them as hard as he was.
“Be honest with me now. You like the bigger ones better, don’t you?” She smirked at him, watching as the tip of his manhood popped out of the top of her cleavage with every thrust. She gave it a lick when it reached its apex.
“Yeah…” He said, leaning over her with one hand on the wall, going to town on her titties like a beast. Beading sweat drops dripped down onto her as she looked up to him impatiently, waiting for him to blow his load, preferably sooner than later.
“Then fuck em! Fuck my tits with your big cock and blast my face with your cum!” She cried out, then stuck out her tongue far and moaned so loudly it would have felt exaggerated if she wasn’t into it as much as she clearly was.
After several more seconds of intense wet slapping, Grave’s face twisted and his jaw clenched, his hands turned to fist, and then he unloaded. Starting as a small amount of white semen, like a tiny pearl emerging from his dick hole that turned gradually into a small gush between her voluptuous breasts, it then turned into a massive squirt that streaked Grem across the face, making her give a short, surprised squeak, and even spattered against the wall behind her. It was only after this that he started moaning, and the rest followed suit.
Her whole body rocked along, her tits bouncing up and down as white lines were painted on her face and mane. Stray cum dribbled from between her tits onto her belly, and thick drops traced the contours of her tits as they ran along them. When Grave was done, Grem was glazed like a doughnut, her face and boobs coated with the warm baby batter.
As he took stock of the mess he made, she looked up to him and licked his goo off her lips. The grey stallion smiled, relieved that the tension went down, but she looked so good coated in his load that his cock remained rigid between her tits, still leaking and twitching some.
“Thank you~” the voluptuous bat said sweetly, happy to receive his gift, a long drip dangling in front of her eyes from her hair.
“Ehm, you’re welcome, Grem…” he said, pulling back to slide his long shaft from her bust. Then he watched as the grey bat mare peeled the bathing suit off her body. Her tits fell out, leaning further apart in all their natural glory. Despite the humid heat, her pink nipples were completely erect. Now that they were in front of his face and out in the open, it became hard to hide his still throbbing excitement.
That feeling only intensified when his eyes fell on her pussy, a mixture of sweat and her natural lubricants made her plump, meaty mound drip and glisten. It was the most beautiful, inviting sight that drew him closer subconsciously. Being the pussy lover that he was, he wasted no words and pressed his tongue against the succulent outer lips.
“Yaaahh!!!” Grem yelped, her tits bouncing from the sudden attack on her delicate parts. “Wait!”
But Grave didn’t yield, he played her fragrant cunt with his eager tongue, licking up the excess juices she expelled. It left her panting and gasping every time he struck her clitoris. Her gaze became glazed over with pleasure, her fangs digging into her lips as her thighs spread ever wider and her pelvis raised upwards. The constant dragging, slurping, slobbering, prodding and nibbling brought out an intense sensation from the core of her pleasure center. It made her rock her hips and ride Grave’s face to climax.
She rumbled, her squeaks raising to higher octaves, and she squirted her translucent cum over the stallion’s face. What happened next she didn’t see coming for the life of her. Before her head could clear up so she knew what was going on, she was unloading over the ballooning head of his horsecock. Next thing, it was all the way inside her.
“Showtime.”
It nearly made her scream, her legs bucking outwards and locking in the stretched position before shuddering, electrocuting her with pleasure. Her vaginal tunnel was tensed up so badly, he had to use more force than usual to penetrate her. As he started rocking her plump, sweaty body with sizeable thrusts, her own cum gushed down her ass like a waterfall.
Grem howled, her eyes rolling back, getting rutted hard enough against the wooden wall to make her overflow again mere moments later. “Y-YES!” she managed to squeal out between moaning and mewling, her fingernails digging into her back while his did the same to her bouncing cheeks.
Their tongues met in the middle for a wet and wild tongue kiss, neither of them caring whether or not that was something only lovers did. It felt like the right thing to do, and made them so hot for each other they could fuck like rabbits for hours.
Grem’s tight tube strangled him all throughout, massaging the length trying to milk the semen from his balls. Her hot fluids washed around and made audible splashes with every deep thrust into her underbelly. Fueled by her moan filled french kiss and her swaying curves as she grinded against him, he exploded without warning, the shockwave sending a white tsunami through her reproductive system.
“YEEEEESSSS!!!”
Cum crashing against the walls of her uterus made Grem shout out in joy, shuddering as the warmth began to fill her and spill back out of her tunnel until it was everywhere. The incredible creampie soon leaked onto the floor, even spurted when Grave pulled his white coated dick out to let her drain, coming down from the lust that overtook him moments ago.
Both of the ponies were panting and heaving, sweating so much from their exertion and the sweltering heat of the sauna, hearts beating a million miles an hour. Grem’s vagina was a creamy mess, sperm bubbling up from the depths with each involuntary squeeze like a small volcano.
As he was thinking about what to say to wrap it up, Grem suddenly clenched her hand around his semi erect pecker, making him wince and stare into her eyes, witnessing a glazed over, cum drunk gaze that would devour him if it could.
Gristle had to place his hand on Shrapnel’s mouth, because she was way too into it for their good. Even when muffled, her moans were dangerously loud. Getting stuffed from behind with horse sausage would do that to her. Her tits dangled out of her half undone bikini top, swinging back and forth every time the burgundy bat pony pounded her starving snatch.
“Shhhh! You’re gonna get us caught!” he whisper yelled, hearing footsteps just outside the dressing stall. He got a mumble back in response that he couldn’t make out. He felt her tongue lick the palm of his hand, which surprised him so much that he almost retracted it. “Okay! Just promise not to make any noise!”
Free to talk again, Shrapnel turned her head to him. She had several lines of fresh semen on her face from their previous romp. “Do you think I give a fuck? People bone here all the time~”
“You think so?” he said, taking hold of one of her handfuls as he silently slid in and out of her pussy.
“Oh yeah, I bet someone’s busting a nut a couple of stalls over as we speak. That couple we saw earlier, they had the same idea we did. There was a guy with a boner in his trunks when he watched me walk by.”
“Wow, really?” he said, biting back the urge to spunk inside the guitarist again too soon.
“Yeah, really! Ahhh~ N-not just here either… I saw someone getting a blowjob...in the park...when they thought no one was looking… I’ve even heard rumours of a threesome backstage of a nerd convention… And that stripclub with the shark ponies? Lewd shit happens there...all the time. That’s not all I know either. For some reason, this just keeps happening here…”
“Geez~ You’d think this whole town is possessed by some kind of sex demon?” Gristle replied, straining to talk while Shrap’s pussy strangled the life out of him.
“I don’t know, but if it is…” She mewled, pushing back against him so he penetrated her all the way to the back of her vagina. The filling sensation of his girth pushed her ever closer to another climax. “Then exorcise me with your cum!”
Gristle chortled and shoved Shrap against the wall of the claustrophobic stall. “The power of cock compels you~” He whispered into her ear, rutting her deep and hard enough to make her tits bounce. She replied with an ecstatic gasp, fighting the urge to cry out loud.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!!!” she whimpered, the side of her face pressed against the wall, fingering her clit and squirting her girl cum all over his nuts. “You son of a bitch! Take me! Cum into me! God damn you! Take me, take me!!!”
Drool dripped down her chin when she clenched her jaw and her mind went blank with lust. Her love juices dribbled onto her feet and the floor as if a wet towel was being squeezed out. For the next couple of moments, Gristle was giving her his all, drilling her hard until he snapped and blew his load. When the sperm pooled inside her uterus, it all became a little too much for her, and her eyes rolled back into her head. She stood still, pressed against the wall for support and let out a couple of small squeaks. The only part of her that was still moving was her tail, flicking from side to side while Gristle drained his balls inside her pussy one more time.
“Unfff… Shrap? Are you okay?” he asked, looking over her shoulder.
“Y-yeah~” she replied softly, a silly smile on her face as the steam slowly stopped rising from her body, a droplet of sweat or water running down her face. “I came~”
The silver haired bat pony looked down at the floor at the puddle she made, a large spatter of liquid like a small bucket was emptied. “You don’t say.”
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Grem halted her movements and let out a cute bat like squeal as she once again felt those warm waves going through her lower belly. She was as happy as a bat pony could be. Three of them and this one didn’t feel any smaller than the last two. Licking her lips, she placed her feet on Grave’s knees and leaned back against him, scooting back until his cock slipped out. Those last few cum globs to coat the outside of her pussy were the icing on the cake.
Grave sighed, his arms wrapped around Grem’ very voluptuous body, whose entire weight rested upon him. They were practically sticking together from the sweat at this point, but he didn’t mind. It had been a while since he got off this well.
“Want me to turn around next?” she asked, turning her head and licking his cheek, much to his surprise.
“H-huh? You’re not done yet?” His eyebrows raised, and she gave him a big, cheerful smile back. Her hips began to rock, smearing her messy cunt against his rod, teasing all the excitement back into it, and it worked like a charm. Her lips pressed against his and she moaned while using his cock to masturbate with.
With a swing of her legs, she sat in his lap and penetrated herself on his member in one very impressive, well aimed motion. She faced him, tits pressed against his chest and slowly rising and falling in his lap, and smiling broadly.
“Where are you from?”
“Hmm? I’m from Ranchtown,” Grave answered, holding her soft butt while looking up at her.
“Really? I live here too! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before,” she smiled, moaning softly while riding his throbbing horsecock. “And I’ve been around the block a few times~”
“Hehe, well we did meet eventually,” he smiled back.
“Very true,” she laughed. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No…” He responded, and immediately after his face turned red. “Why?”
“No reason, just wondering if I’m fucking someone’s stallion. I’ll have you know that I’m taken~”
“Huh… Okay… So how fucked am I right now?”
The grey bat pony guffawed and leaned back a little, bouncing on his member a little faster, her big ass slapping against his thighs. “Don’t worry, he doesn’t mind. But if he did, I’d say pretty fucked.”
“Oh, cool…” Images of Grem’s boyfriend being this massive, ripped brute of a stallion who could easily turn him inside out came to mind. He always felt so outmatched by types like that, but oh well, he had his dick inside his girlfriend now, and that had to count for something.
“He is a member of the Royal Guards after all,” she added, which didn’t help his unease at all. “Just like me~”
“I see… Wait, what did you say?!”
“Captain Grem at your service, spelled with an e,” she winked, and his heart stopped.
“C-Captain? You’re the captain of the Royal Guards?!” he now almost shouted in disbelief, eyes wide.
“Relax cutie, I’m off duty. Right now I’m just a slutty bat pony who loves cock, and you’ve got a good one~”
Grem threw her head back and leaned her hands on Grave’s knees, slamming down on his swollen stallionhood that rubbed against her vaginal walls with its slightly bent shaft. She hummed in enjoyment, and the long haired stallion could see it getting swallowed by her hungry cunt. “So let’s be friends, yeah? Hmmm~ I wouldn’t want this to be our last time right away.”
“S-sounds good…” He panted, not sure if it was because of the atmosphere or exertion, but it was becoming increasingly harder to breathe. One eye half shut, he clenched his jaw and groaned.
“Then seal it with a cumshot! Ahhhh, feed my pussy, it wants you!”
Chirping and squeaking, Grem bounced on the stallion to her heart’s content. It didn’t take long until she was on autopilot, her body and mind devoted to riding his cock until orgasm and ready to receive that creamy load she craved. Her large, wet breasts so hypnotic, reflecting the light from the fluorescent lights overhead as they bounced and flopped. Nobody would be able to resist nutting hard at a sight like this.
When it came, it came without warning. Large wads of cum spurted into her already sopping pussy and sprayed against her cervix, that was until she plopped down on him hard and the tip pushed it open. Grem was in heaven. So much warm, sticky spunk washing into her womb unabated made an incredible chill run down her most sensitive parts. In the middle of it all, however, Grave made a strange noise that made her head snap down to him in an instant.
It was a gasp, but not a gasp of pleasure. This one sounded far more panicked and desperate, as if he was deprived of air for minutes. This was followed by a wheeze, and then heavy coughing before he began to breathe again, though very harshly.
Concerned, Grem planted her feet on the floor and leaned over to him. “Grave? Grave! What’s wrong?”
The grey bodied stallion’s red eyes stared straight ahead, not focused on anything in particular, just staring into eternity for several seconds. He seemed confused, disoriented and completely out of it. Grem waved his hand before his eyes and finally caught his attention. “Are you okay?”
“Eh… Ehhh… Yeah… I think I...passed out…” The answer came out very sluggishly, like he had to think hard about it first. Grem took this as her cue to get off of him to give him room.
“Because of the heat? We should get you out of here.” She picked up his swimming trunks as well as her bathing suit and toweled off very quickly. “I’m sorry, I got too carried away. You should cool off in the pool or-”
“No!” Grave cut her off in an unusually rough manner, taking her aback. “N-no… I’m fine. I think I’ll just get dressed and get something to drink…”
Puzzled, Grem watched as he put his shorts back on. So strange, she thought, he seemed fine one moment, and then the next he acted like he was suffocating and had seen a ghost at the same time. She nodded and hummed.
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“Are you sure you’re okay, Grave?” Grem stood fully dressed in her halter top and short jeans, waiting for him near the entrance of the cafeteria, holding her bag with both hands in front of her hips. The concern in her eyes was palpable.
“Yeah, I’m sorry for worrying you. The heat must have gotten to me. So much for feeling reborn, huh?”
“We should pick somewhere cooler next time,” she giggled sweetly, her sharp fangs exposed, making Grave chuckle in return.
When they made their way inside, it didn’t take long for them to find Shrapnel, Gristle, Tremor and Lemon already seated with drinks at one of the tables. Gristle spotted them first and called out to them.
“Yo, Grave! Where have you been?” And then he noticed the size of the fellow bat pony’s rack. “Holy crap!”
Grem flashed a smile back to him and sat next to Shrapnel and opposite of Lemon, who was seated next to Tremor. She looked happy to say the least.
“Hey Tremor, how did it go?” Grave said as he sat across from him. The gentle giant nodded affirmatively, a bit of white foam from his beer stuck in his moustache.
“We hung out in the jacuzzi and talked. He’s such a sweet guy, really good listener too,” Lemon said, smiling big.
“Uhuh, ‘talked’~” Grem snickered with a sly grin, getting a glare back from her yellow friend, who then crossed her arms in defiance.
“Yes, talked. He didn’t look like he was interested in me riding his dick on the first meeting, so I didn’t. It’s honestly refreshing. You should try it some time, Grem.”
Both Grem and Grave’s faces went slack, and their eyes slowly turned to each other. The following silence only added to the awkward moment.
“Buuuuurn~” Shrapnel chimed in right before taking a sip from her cocktail.
“Ehm, so did he say anything back?” Grave asked, if just to change the subject, but also out of genuine curiosity.
“Hmmm, not a whole lot,” she said, putting her finger on her chin to think, then she laid her head on the green pegasus’ shoulder and hugged his muscular arm. “But oh, his voice is soooo manly~ Every word shook my soul to the core~ Even though there weren’t that many of them…” She let out a great big sigh of satisfaction and smooched him on the cheek. “I can tell why he’s called Tremor~”
“That’s one reason,” Gristle said. “The other is that he’s our bassist, and whenever we play a live show, he’s not satisfied with the soundcheck until his bass makes the entire venue shake.”
“Bassist?” Grem asked, tilting her head slightly, then turning to Grave. “You guys are in a band?” He nodded, and her face lit up. “That’s so cool! I wanna come see you play some time!”
“Careful what you wish for,” Shrap laughed from beside her, making the bat mare turn to her in confusion. The group continued to talk, and Grem and Grave got their drinks. Grave stuck to a cola, using the excuse of not feeling well for not taking anything stronger. He wasn’t lying. His stomach was still in a bit of a knot, and his gaze kept trailing out of the window, overlooking the pool. In particular, the deep end. It gave him uneasy vibes before, but now it had turned to absolute dread.
He remembered every minute detail, from the moment he blacked out to when he woke up.
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It was like reality around him suddenly shifted. Where there was once light, there was now darkness. Where there were sounds all around him, a deep, eerie silence now swallowed him. His hands were touching Grem’s soft body one moment, then thin air the next. It was a shock that froze him for several seconds before he could even wonder what was happening.
His eyes looked around the empty sauna, the once hot air now cool and still. “Grem?” he called out, but not only was there no one there to respond, it occurred to him his voice had no echo, no reverberation whatsoever. It sounded like the walls of the room were isolated, reminding him of his time in the recording studio, but so much worse this time.
Opening the door to walk back into the main pool area revealed nothing but an abandoned complex. Through the window, he could see that it was dark out, the very faint light of the moon reflecting off the still surface of the pool water. The realisation of it all nailed him to the ground on the spot. It was night. The pool was closed and somehow he got left behind. It was deathly quiet in the large hall, though not a single sound he made sounded right. He could hear his panicking heart throb in his chest, feeling more alone and isolated than ever.
The unusual cold chilled his bare body, and he wrapped his arms around himself in an attempt to warm up. He slowly and carefully walked along the perimeter of the pool. The only sound that didn’t come from him was the subtle babbling of the water, but even that sounded unnatural to him.
When he reached the exit leading to the showers and changing stalls, the horror of the situation hit him like a bag of bricks. The door was sealed up tight. No matter how hard he pulled, pushed or jerked the door handle, it didn’t budge an inch. “Fuck!” he muttered under his breath. He was trapped in there, by himself and naked.
As he looked around some more, hoping to find an alternate way of getting out, he took note of something odd. The water at the deep end of the pool. It looked normal except for one single spot near the edge, a couple of feet in diameter. The reflections looked like wildly dancing lights, appearing a vanishing with no pattern. Apparently, something was causing the water to stir, but only in that spot.
Tentatively, Grave snuck up to the edge, ever so careful and without making a single sound. He leaned over the edge and peered into the abyss. What he saw was himself, his warped reflection staring back at him. He did his best to stare through it, but even when he succeeded, it was too dark to see the bottom of the pool. He gulped and sighed some. He chalked it up to just the filtration system or something causing it. That was, until he looked again.
When he saw it, it was already too late. A dark, shapeless shadow rushed from the depths to the surface. Before he could retreat or even scream, two cold, slender limbs grasped him and pulled him out of balance. After a crash, his body was engulfed in coldness, and his hearing turned to a dull, muffled bubbling. He tried to struggle, but whatever was holding him was terrifyingly strong. The only thing he could do was keep as much air inside his lungs as possible, for as long as possible.
He felt his back hit the hard bottom of the pool, and the creature on top of him, pinning him down. His vision was blurred and the deep end was dark, but he could make out a slender, vaguely feminine shape. Its hair danced underwater like hundreds of tendrils, and its face was mostly obscured by the dark, if it even had one. The only thing he could barely make out were its eyes, glowing a dull blue that stared back at him. His eyes went wide when it leaned in closer and dragged what he could only assume was its tongue across his face. It felt cold, but soft on his skin, and made him cringe.
Grave’s chest was starting to hurt from holding his breath, and then the thing made a spine chilling, muted giggle. This made one thing clear to him. Whatever this thing was, it was definitely female. Then she moaned, and pushed her tongue into his mouth. The stallion mumbled in protest and tried to force his arms free, as more air bubbles floated to the surface above. This only served to make her kiss him harder.
As his head grew lighter and his vision even more blurry, the mysterious shape pushed her body against his and moaned more frequently and louder. That’s when he started to feel good. Like squeezing, cold and warm at the same time, her movements growing faster, her pressure on him increasing. In the last moments, her hands planted on his chest and her body curved back, letting out a howl, and as he too had to exclaim his pleasure, his lungs gave up the fight and sucked the cold, stinging water in.
Never in a million years did Grave think his life would take such a turn to the wild side. Performing at Pearl Necklace and Death Metal’s wedding first, then billing together with the legendary thrash band Skullhoof! That was like a fantasy come to life. They played their guts out, unleashing their brutal sound over one audience after another. They made new friends, made new enemies, and with a second full length album going into the recording phase soon, they would have something new to celebrate once it dropped. Everything was going so fast.
Not quite a rockstar and probably never would be, but it seemed like he was becoming something of a commodity. Death, Pearl, Jet, Letty, Grem, all ponies he was now friends with after their initial...spicy encounters. He was thankful for that, but whether it had something to do with him being a lead singer in a band he wasn’t sure of. Maybe it was his good looks, who knows. Him, being very quiet and reserved and never taking part in anything too crazy in his early life, fucked two mares in the backstage area, twice! He was caught with his dick out after blasting Letty and Jet full of nut, and he hardly even considered that fact until much later. It was awesome! He had made some interesting memories, and even got some video footage to show for it, stowed away on his hard drive for those “special” occasions.
However, even all that, no matter how wild it all was, was peanuts compared to the bizarre and unexplained occurrences that befell his life in recent months. Well, besides the whole zombie apocalypse thing, but that was a whole other can of worms, and neither here nor there. It all really started with Aura.
Aura, a name that surfaced in his mind at least once a day, as did her looks, her scent, her voice and the softness of her insides. She gave him a night shift to never forget, and then she vanished without a trace. Her only parting gift were her panties that were stored away somewhere in his drawers, and miraculously, her scent was still on them even after all that time. Many nights he looked at them, resulting in a deep sense of wonder, or an intense masturbation session. He hoped he would see her again, and at times he was sure he would, when he thought he picked up on her scent in the air when alone at night at the service station.
Then there was the incident at the pool, which puzzled him even more. Clearly he was hallucinating, but it was all so vivid and realistic that he was convinced that someone or something was calling out to him that day. That one was hard to think back to, because it was as terrifying as it was erotic.
That wasn’t even the end of it. Several smaller events started cropping up afterwards, some even close to home. One night a few weeks ago, he came home late, slightly inebriated, and as he searched for his keys in the dimly lit apartment lobby, he looked up and saw a shadow standing at the end of the hallway. Squinting his eyes to make out a feminine figure, roughly his height, it walked, more like hovered into the nearest room. His first response was to call out and follow, but he was met with nothing but a broom closet. Mops, buckets, cleaning detergent, oh yeah, but not a single soul or sign of life. He chalked it up to his drunken mind playing tricks on him, but the next day when he was heading out for work, he could hear moaning coming from that same closet. Again, he found nothing but some spilled water that nobody had bothered to clean up.
The weird thing was, he wasn’t even scared anymore. He just wanted to see what that was all about. If, by chance, he bumped into another sexy apparition like Aura, he was willing to take the chance to screw another “ghost” until she was satisfied enough to ascend to the afterlife. Who wouldn’t, really…
After all of this, was it any wonder that Grave Rush was more pent up and horny than ever before lately? So many experiences in such a short time would do that to a stallion. Even now, as he was sitting behind his computer, tapping the pen against the drawing tablet, it just wouldn’t leave him alone. The album cover for “Amputate, Ingest, Regenerate”, that he decided to make himself again, was coming together fairly well. It was more simplistic than the first, a collection of instruments of butchery on a blood soaked table, with some gory chunks scattered about like a gourmet table for the sick. The band logo would change from green to red to fit the blood soaked theme.
After staring at the screen for minutes on end, his mind running laps, he let out a long, defeated sigh. He wasn’t gonna get anywhere with sex on the brain to this degree. Quick fix for that, and that aforementioned video could help loads. He was quick to dig through the directories, he was more than used to it after all.
Letty and Jet, his cock responded to them like a dog to treats. Watching them touch and lick each other while his own handiwork made them moan and mewl. They even talked to the camera, those naughty minxes. Grave had his hardon out and was jerking off for them in no time.
From what he understood, Quick Bullet, Letty for friends, was getting married soon, and that night he was one of the main attractions of her bachelorette party. That certainly didn’t stop her from staying in touch, and sending him lewd messages and even pictures to his phone. Seems like he struck a chord with her.
As for Jet, it was much of the same, but her chat messages would often close out with heart icons. He recalled her flirtatious eyes and the kiss on his lips at the end of that eventful night, and despite her being a fair amount taller than him, every look she gave him was one of hunger and longing. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at him in that specific way, making his heart throb and flutter.
It was looking at these two beautiful mares that made a small ball of pre form at the very tip of his dick, threatening to run over. With each stroke, his semen built up, preparing for a glorious release. Then the doorbell rang.
Grave’s head snapped to the front door and his hand shot to the mouse, closing the video right as his recorded self was about to blow his load. “Fuck!” he muttered under his breath as he tucked it away and got decent. Much to his annoyance, the bell button underwent a ruthless series of rapidfire presses, a constant barrage of ringing assaulting his ears. He stomped to the door and was about to give the impatient visitor a piece of his mind. He opened up, and before a single word could leave his lips, he froze and blinked.
On the other side of the door was the spitting image of himself. Same long, straight black hair with green highlights, same grey coat and vibrant red eyes. Even the stitch line tattoos were there. It was like looking into a mirror, except the reflection made him several inches shorter and gave him boobs.
“Raven?”
“Oof, you look like you just saw a ghost! Did I come at a bad time?” His female doppleganger snickered, then bumped her fist against his shoulder. “Maybe I should come back once you’ve figured out how to zip up your fly.”
Grave’s head lowered and he grumbled as he zipped up his pants, while Raven skipped past him and into his living room. “What are you doing here?”
“What do you mean? Is that any way to greet your sister? ‘Oh, Raven! It’s so good to see you, do come in! How’ve you been? Can I get you something to drink?’ None of that?” She squinted her eyes and grinned at him, daring him for a response.
“You usually drop by whenever you need something,” he said very matter of factly as he closed the door, then walked up to her with his hand on his side. “So what’ll it be? Money? A place to stay? Boyfriend advice?”
Raven pouted and gave him the stink eye, then put her arms behind her back to look as innocent as she could. “Oh come on… Can’t I just drop by to see how my brother is doing?” Grave chuckled at this and rolled his eyes, then tilted his head, making her face twist in discontent, and she promptly stuck out her tongue at him. “You big jerkface! After I did that big solid for you, too!”
His expression quickly changed and his posture loosened at that comment. “What solid?”
The grey mare took her phone out of her pocket, and after a couple of swipes and taps, held it out for him. She showed him a very high quality picture of herself, striking a seductive post against a wall, arms above her head and her chest thrust forward, with a gaze like she was about to eat the camera. She had on a black miniskirt that showcased the length of her legs, and a black midriff baring shirt with a very familiar logo on it.
“You...wore our band shirt for a photoshoot? For real?” He asked, peeling his eyes away from the photograph back up to the smiling face of his sis.
“You bet! Think of it as free advertisement, you’re welcome!”
His lips curved to a genuine smile, and he rubbed the top of her head as her happy grin grew bigger, after which she leapt into his embrace and nuzzled close to him.
“Thanks, that means a lot to me, really,” Grave said as he put his arms around her, and she hummed in affirmation. “I missed you…”
They were twins, with Raven Cry being the eldest with only a couple of minutes difference. At birth, they were virtually indistinguishable from one another, save for the gender. It was remarkable how in tune they were too. They slept and woke up at the same time, cried at the same time, got hungry at the same time among...other things. They even shared the habit of nibbling one another at a very young age. It was almost like they were the same being split up in two.
As they grew up and developed, more differences started rearing their heads, especially around the pubescent years. Their relationship was typical of that of siblings. They had fights and disagreements, they teased one another, and while Raven was more outgoing, Grave was destined to become an introvert. None of that changed that they meant the world to each other, and always stood up for one another. That would never change.
That being said, there was one habit these siblings formed in their pubescent years that was best kept a secret from the rest of the world…
“Ehm, Raven, listen… I don’t think we can keep this up.”
“Hmmm? Why- Hmmmm~Shlrp~ Why not?”
“Because we both have our careers now. If this shit gets out...you can be damn sure we can kiss them goodbye…” Grave responded, leaned back on the couch and looking down at his sister partially hidden behind his bloated shaft. Beside him was Raven’s phone, still displaying one of the last pictures of the photo set, where she was butt naked, facing the camera, squatting down with her legs spread open. Her fingers moved her pussy aside and displayed her glistening pink inner lips, her eyes radiating her thirst.
“I won’t tell if you won’t~” She replied, closing her lips around his large dangling balls, breathing in that man musk that turned her from a good girl to a thirsty cum whore in 2 seconds flat. Her tongue massaged his scrotum before moving up to the base and lovingly nuzzling his erection against her face.
“I don’t think it’s a matter of telling, it’s a matter of it...leaking,” he muttered through his clenched teeth, as his fingers squeezed his swollen tip and milking out a small arch of clear pre cum that landed on the top of her head.
“It’ll be fine! Besides, it’s been forever since I got you off~” Her attention turned to the rest of his shaft, suckling it up and down with very wet lips and playful tongue. “What kind of sister would I be if I didn’t make my own brother cum?”
It was that kind of obscene and absurd talk that made him bust like a cannon back in the day too. It was wrong, he knew it and she probably knew it too. Siblings weren’t supposed to do such lewd things to each other, it was outrageous, and that was exactly why they couldn’t stop doing it. It started out as mostly innocent experimentation, exploring the feelings that these two, who were practically attached to the hip, started feeling around the same time. Curious exploration, touching and rubbing, escalated as the years went on and they never actually stopped. The very definition of a guilty pleasure, the more wrong it felt, the more enticing it became.
“Ugh...Damn you…” He turned to gasping and panting when she cupped his balls with one hand, jerked him off with the other and licked him all over with her tender tongue, making love to his entire glorious package. Her fingertips kneaded his flimsy ballsack and she knew all the points to hit to give him a luxurious orgasm.
The result was a cumshot that nearly hit the wall. Raven could feel everything tighten beneath her fingers as the already pent up load forced its way out in a hurry. Clutching his cock even closer now, she let him shoot his hot, pungent seed all over her face. Her love for the sticky goo was so great that she moaned while cuddling and making out with his cumming manhood.
The grey stallion sighed in relief after the last few rounds squirted out and pulled his dick away from her before she would actually eat it. Raven was a big mess, big globs clotting in her hair, face dripping and her clothes stained. The recipient of his overdue release, and she seemed more than happy about that.
“Feel better, Grave?” She asked, her tail wagging side to side like a puppy as she sat on her butt on the floor.
“Much better,” he nodded, wiping away a drip that was about to roll into her open eye. They shared a smile, and the female earth pony crawled up on him, putting her knees on either side of his lap.
“Good! Now, I have a favour to ask of you.”
“I knew that was coming,” he said, placing one hand on her asscheek and lifting her miniskirt with the other. Just as he expected, she was going commando today. He wasted no time in pushing his fingers against his twin sister’s dribbling slit, then bringing them in and licking off her familiar tasting lady juices.
“Don’t worry, it’s nothing big. I just want you to come with me to check some place out.” Raven sank down on his protruding rod and whimpered in delight at the sorely missed sensation of his girth displacing her vaginal walls.
“What place?” He asked as he placed his hands on her hips to make her dance on top of him, rolling, grinding, bouncing, anything so he could feel the texture of her fleshy tunnel enveloping him in exquisite detail.
“You’ll see… Hmmm…” She tried to explain between the moans caused by his brother’s cock filling her vagina all the way to the back. Her tits still in her top began to bounce along with the motions. “It’s for a...photoshoot! Ohhh… I wanna...scope the place out, to see if it would make for a good backdrop! Ahah! Oh fuck! Have you gotten bigger?”
“Huh, I doubt it. So where is this place?” He forcefully plopped her ass down and kept her there, making her desperate cunt clench, then twitch.
“Guhhh! Fifteen, maybe twenty minutes from here? Trust me, you’ll like it! It’s right up your alley!” Raven started to ride him on her own accord, slamming her butt down on his thighs until she was on the edge of orgasm. Once it hit her, she involuntarily squirted onto his abdomen with the majority pouring down his balls like a small waterfall. Her cry was muffled as she did her best to bite it back, because she knew she could get loud as hell if she let it all hang out. “S-so… Are you game?”
“Hmmm, I guess so, but on one condition.”
Before she could ask what, he grappled the trembling girl and dumped her on the seat of the couch, nearly scrunching her up with how hard he was pushing into her. He pinned her down and her legs went high enough to almost hook around his shoulders. She was like a ball, pressed against the backrest while he drove his horsecock in and out of her sloshing snatch with zero mercy.
Her eyes were wide with ecstasy, and this time she really did cry out loud. He was fucking her just the way she loved it, savagely with his bellend pounding against her cervix. “G-Grave! Oh! Oh! Y-yes!!! I missed this so much!”
The taller stallion forcefully pinned her hands against the sofa and used them to lean against, then looked her right in the eyes. “Shut up, you little slut. I’m gonna cum inside you, and this had better make you pregnant!”
Oh, he knew just what to say to make her cum like a lawn sprinkler on a dry summer day. Her face was steaming hot, her eyes rolled back and her tongue didn’t know what to do with itself, at least until Grave took it into his own mouth and forced her into a lustful french kiss. She moaned into it at the same rhythm as his balls slapping against her ass, her toes spreading as far apart as they could without pulling a muscle. Cold sweat broke through her pores, and the only thing that could fix it was a larger than life cum load right into her fertile womb.
Right before that marvelous moment, their fingers interlocked and Grave growled. He pushed through her door, and the torrent of baby batter exploded against the wall of her uterus. One, two, three, four, five massive spurts made her belly feel full, and then she lost it. Raven climaxed violently once more right as he suddenly pulled out and let his virile sperm fly across and drench her black shirt. It soaked into the fabric and seeped through to her tits.
Wobbling on his feet, Grave nearly saw stars after the force of that orgasm. He was panting like mad, not even touching his own member since it felt like he would faint if he did. The last of it dribbled out on its own and formed small round spots on his sister’s grey stomach. Raven Cry was out of it herself, her pussy fucked open wide and visibly convulsing like trying to push outwards, a small gush of clear liquid being forced out in intervals. Inside her gaping hole was a pool of white cum that would splash out at the slightest movement of her body.
Eventually silence fell. It had been a long time, and even longer since he last took her this hard. They just looked at each other, smiling, their red eyes reading one another, and they could tell that they were exhausted, but satisfied.
“Condition met. I’ll go with you.”
“Hehehe~ Yaaay, thank you~”
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Later that evening, right after sunset.
“This is the place! Pull over!” Raven chirped excitedly, clutching a bag on her lap.
A little bit puzzled, Grave parked his car by the side of the road. As far as he could tell, they stopped at a perfectly normal urban neighbourhood, with several apartment complexes nearby. He leaned forward, looking past his sister, to see what she was looking at that got her this giddy.
“This place?” He asked, staring at an old, decrepit wreck of a house sticking out like a sore thumb. Windows boarded up from the outside, old paint flaking off the walls, repainted by several amateur graffiti tags left there by bored hoodlums. Everything about this two story house, from the loose gutter dangling by a few nails to the weeds growing wildly through the rotten planks of the porch, screamed dilapidated. Nothing he had never seen before, and he turned to Raven who undid her seatbelt and stepped out of the car to get a better look at it.
“Yep, this is it!” she smiled, taking in the sight of the ancient residence that stood looming like an ominous shadow against the twilight. After killing the engine and locking the doors, Grave stepped up beside her. He stared at the small cracks between the boards on the windows. It was dark inside, and he half expected to see something move behind them.
“Creepy…” he mused. “So why exactly did you take me here?”
“You haven’t heard of this place? Dude, rumour has it this house is like super duper haunted! Let’s check inside!” Raven started for the front porch, but was stopped when Grave grabbed her wrist.
“You show up at my door to take me to a ghost house? And what was that thing you said about a photoshoot?”
With a broad smile, she turned around and hopped up and down in place, that’s how thrilled she was about it. “Yeah, think about it! Doing a photoshoot in an actual haunted house! How fucking dope would that be?”
“It’s fucking stupid, is what it is. Don’t fuck with the paranormal, unless you want it to follow you home, or worse.”
Hearing this, Raven covered her mouth with her hand as her lips curled up to a smile, then spoke with a giggle on her voice. “Grave, don’t tell me you actually believe that crap. It’s not actually haunted, on the account of ghosts not being real.”
As much as he wanted to make her stand corrected, even having already parted his lips to speak up, he stopped himself and huffed. He just couldn’t bring himself to say it, or she’d make fun of him or call him crazy. “Still, we don’t have permission to go in there. That’s trespassing.”
“Wet blanket! Live a little, Grave! It won’t take that long, I promise. Don’t tell me you’re not at least a little bit excited to explore inside?”
Grave shrugged his shoulders and caved, much to her delight. She was adamant about it, and he wasn’t gonna let her go by herself. Raven took two flashlights from her bag and handed him one, and they headed up the steps of the porch. The decaying wood creaked under the stress of his shoes, sounding like it could give way at any moment, sending him tumbling onto the unkempt lawn.
Moving the loose screen door out of the way, Raven reached for the doorknob and slowly turned it. Surprisingly, the door was unlocked, and it creaked as she carefully pushed it open. She shone the cone of light inside the inky black entrance hall, and at the sight, her expression turned to absolute joy.
“Oooh, my gosh! Grave, look at this!” She stepped inside and looked around in wonder, marvelling at everything the circle of light could illuminate. The mouldy wallpaper was peeling off the wall in several places. The old but simple chandelier was attached to the ceiling with more cobwebs than chains or wires. A row of picture frames, some still hanging in there, others lying broken and withered on the mildew infested carpet floor. This house looked just as decrepit on the inside as it did on the outside, water damage and wood rot everywhere they looked, and pounds of dust giving every surface a dull grey tone.
“Close the door!” she said, spinning around with her flashlight like a kid in a candy store. Grave did as he was told, and as soon as the door shut behind him, he became aware of just how unnervingly dark it was in there, not to mention silent. Somewhere in the distance, he could hear a faint and arrhythmic dripping sound, probably due to stagnant rain water or a broken water pipe, but other than that, you could hear a needle drop.
Just up ahead was the living room, much in the same state, save for all the furniture being covered in white sheets, like a gathering of oddly shaped ghosts. Minding their step, avoiding the moist spots and even a couple of shallow puddles, they made their way in there. Grave reached for the light switch, but as expected, the power had probably been cut off a long time ago. Armed with just their flashlights, they shone around, the concealed furniture painting black shadows against the walls.
“Woooow! It’s even better than I imagined! This place is incredible!” Raven commented, keeping her voice low.
“Yeah. Stinks though…”
“Well, what did you expect? This house has been rotting away for who knows how long. Decades, maybe. It’s not gonna smell like flowers.”
In the back of the room was an old style open fireplace, traces of black soot and leftover ashes collected in the hearth. Above it on the wall was a distinct rectangular shaped discolouration, like a picture or painting was once on display there. In the corner stood a tall, beautiful and wildly expensive looking grandfather clock, once proudly ticking away the seconds, now still and lifeless like a corpse.
Grave had to admit, this place was pretty amazing, inspiring even. Taking in the sights of this old, abandoned spookhouse, being in the middle of it in all its dark and creaking glory spoke to his inner horror fan, the kind of sights he saw plenty of in movies or video games. Yet as he studied this living room, something wasn’t sitting right with him. The only thing this house was left to was time and a little bit of weather. Nothing was stolen, nothing was deliberately broken or vandalised and even the dust lay undisturbed. There were no cigarette butts, no empty cans or candy wrappers, in fact no sign that anyone had entered this house in years. This wouldn’t have been so weird if it weren’t for one simple fact that nagged at the back of his mind. The front door wasn’t locked.
The twins explored the kitchen next, finding that all of the shelves and cabinets had been ransacked, more than likely before the condemnation. The vintage fridge was empty as well, unleashing a waft of stinking, stagnant air upon opening, and the sink was marred with limescale and rust.
As their expedition continued, they came to realise just how big this house was. They even came across a study room on the ground floor, complete with a small library full of dusty old books and mysterious scrolls. They found pictures, of course, but most of them were too esoteric for them to gain much from, either landscapes or abstract paintings, and they couldn’t find a single clue as to who this old residence belonged to. Almost as if all of it was wiped clean.
Carefully ascending the rickety stairs revealed the strange sight of a long white corridor, stretching so far straight ahead it seemed impossible with the geometry of the house in mind. What made it even more peculiar was that this corridor looked much cleaner than any other room they encountered so far, as if the spiders and dust didn’t even dare to soil this place. Seven doors lay before them, three on each side with one all the way in the back.
Grave gulped at the sight of it, his eyes and flashlight locked on the final door at the end of the daunting hallway. He jumped a little when Raven prodded both of his sides simultaneously and giggled.
“What’s the matter? Getting cold feet?” she smiled.
“No, just my imagination getting the better of me. Feels like every door we open could have some kind of monster behind it, or a bloody torture room.”
“Heh, I know what you mean,” she said as she skipped to his front. “But hey, I don’t know about you, but I’m loving it! This place is absolutely perfect!”
“Perfect for a horror movie, maybe,” Grave smiled at her. She didn’t seem the least bit intimidated or scared, and was having the time of her life. He wondered if she had the same feeling he did. The strange vibe in his gut that told him something was very wrong with this house. Before he could finish the thought, Raven came at him with a question that almost knocked the wind out of him with how perfectly timed it was.
“So do you actually believe in ghosts?”
He stuttered trying to look for the words to say. Of course he did. After everything he saw and experienced, how could he not. “Ehm… Maybe… I don’t know, you know.”
“Oh Grave~” She laughed and stepped closer to give him a great big hug, cooing like a mother comforting her child who just woke from a nightmare. “Don’t worry, your big sister is here for you, so don’t be scared~”
Grave grumbled and flicked his sister’s ear, looking very unamused. “Alright you little twerp, choose a door and open it.”
Every room they entered showed them much of the same thing. There were several bedrooms, and they looked equally deserted, dust bunnies littering the mouldy sheets and vanity mirrors. One room was completely empty, the only noteworthy thing being a large black stain where rainwater seeped in and caused the wall to rot. It smelled awful. Lastly, they found a bathroom with a leaking sink, a fungus infested bathtub and a particularly nasty spider on the wall that they both decided they wanted nothing to do with.
It was while Raven was rummaging around in one of the bedrooms, looking through the drawers for something of interest, that Grave returned his attention to the far end door. If he learned anything from his past experiences, it was that when his gut told him that something felt off, then it probably was, and this door, or whatever was behind it felt very much off. He reached for the doorknob, and although it turned, the door wouldn’t open. It was apparently stuck, so he pushed his weight against it. It budged, but he could feel the friction of the frame holding it back. With a good push, the door finally gave in and flung open, and what he saw in there gave him such a start that he gasped and his heart skipped a beat.
He found a room so cramped it could hardly be called a room, more like a storage space. The walls were lined with light brown timber with isolating foam spilling through and narrow beams running across, and from the ceiling hung a single naked lightbulb that had given up the ghost. The only thing stored in there showed his own startled face turning to relief as he realised what he was looking at. A mirror.
A very fine looking mirror too, a wooden frame with very intricately carved patterns and a horizontal swivel at the center. As he studied the decorative artwork, he caught something from the corner of his eyes. The dark reflection, something odd happened to it. He caught just a glimpse of it, but it looked like it blurred and shuddered for just a fraction of a second. Intrigued, he tentatively reached out for the smooth cold surface and ran his finger across it. There was not even a lick of dust on it.
His eyes grew wide when all of a sudden, a new sound permeated the deafening silence, coming from downstairs. Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.
“Oh, shit, Raven, you hear that?!”
His heart started to throb in early stages of panic when he didn’t get an answer back. “Raven?” he now shouted, running back down the corridor to check any room that she could be in. She was gone, all rooms empty save for one, where he found the bag she had with her. His feet stomped across the hardwood floor, kicking up clouds of dust as he rushed down the stairway, torch shining around frantically. “Raven! RAVEN!!! Where are you?!”
“Fuck!!!” he cussed, calling himself every nasty name in the book. He didn’t stay with her because he was too distracted by some stupid fucking mirror. If something happened to her he would never forgive himself. His heart pounded in his chest as he froze in the living room, and he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The pendulum of the grandfather clock, stone dead before, was swinging from side to side, ticking away just as it once did.
“F-fuck you!” he shouted at the reanimated inanimate object, and continued his search for his sister, calling out her name and checking the rooms they visited before. He felt a plank of wood cracking underneath his foot, but that didn’t stop him in his tracks. Until he reached the dining room, where he was flooded by a mixture of relief and terror that nailed him to the ground.
“Raven… What are you doing?” He called out, more quiet now as he witnessed her standing there motionless, forehead leaning against the wall and her arms hanging limp at her sides. Grave held his breath as he approached her, one creaking step at a time.
“Sis?”
The grey earth pony mare didn’t even flinch when he put his hand on her shoulder. A shudder went down his spine and he began to swell with dread as her head turned to him sluggishly and her wide, distressed eyes met his.