Pony Rock

Chapter 3: Scattered Remains (Of Clothing)

When Fitz scanned downstairs at Sugarcube Corner for his clothing, he came up only finding his boots. "Well, at least I found these," he muttered to himself. Soon enough, Pinkie and Dash came downstairs to help him more.

"Sheesh Fitzy, we really got out of hand last night," Pinkie replied.

"No kidding, this place is a fucking dump," he then turned to Mr. and Mrs. Cake and asked, "Did either of you two see who got what of my clothing?"

"I'm afraid not," Mr. Cake replied, "You drew quite a crowd."

"More like a riot," Dash commented.

"I think I saw Apple Jack fighting for one of your socks. Maybe we should see if she's got 'em at her place."

"Sounds good enough to me. Let's take a walk," the three departed to Sweet Apple Acres. After walking for a while, Fitz began to feel a little regret from the night before, "Hey ladies, I'm sorry for coming off just a little too strong," he said.

"Just a little too strong?" Dash joked.

"Well, for starting a riot for stripping. Sorry 'bout that."

"Oh, don't you worry about that Fitzy," Pinkie interjected, "I for one had lots of fun!"

"At least you did," Fitz tried to probe his coat for a smoke, when he realized that he wasn't wearing a coat, "Shit, they even took my smokes."

"What's a 'smoke'?"

"It's a skinny, white tube, which smolders…You don't know what a cigarette is?"

"Uh, hello, you're from a different world," Dash replied, flying slowly overhead, "We don't know anything from your world!"

"Oh yeah, right. Anyway, you inhale this plant rolled up into this skinny paper tube, it's called tobacco, and when you inhale, you get a buzz that helps stress go by a little easier," he sighed, "It can be bad for you, but days like today, I need it."

"Sheesh, you're stressed?" Pinkie exclaimed, "It's an adventure searching for your clothes!"

"You certainly are an optimist, aren't you?" The three arrived at the farm, and found Apple Jack in the orchard, working away with a hangover.

Apple Jack indeed had Fitz's sock, and they walked over to the house to retrieve it. "I've just got it in the den over yonder," she told Fitz, "It took quite a while to pry it from Nurse Redheart's hooves. Of course, I gave her the old one-two, and showed her who's boss."

"Shit, all this over my sock?" Fitz replied as they walked through the door. Fitz's sock was where Apple Jack had left it, but somepony had defiled the garment. The sock looked as if it were soaked in a white, sticky gel.

Jack poked it with her hoof, hearing it squish, "For crying out loud Mac!" she shouted.

"What's wrong with it?" Fitz examined it, "Wow, really?"

A large, sturdy stallion backed away from the others as they inspected the sock. He hid in the kitchen as Jack approached him and began to scold him. "You can't do this kind of shit to other people's shit!" she badgered. After a while, she apologized to Fitz. "My brother has…control problems," she uttered the last two words looking back at Mac.

"It's alright. It needed a wash anyway," Fitz commented.

"Here's a bag you can borrow for your clothes. I hope you find them all."

"Yeah, me too," he accepted the bag, and leaving with the other ponies; he turned around and shouted to Mac, "Y'know, if you're looking for a hand-job big guy, all you needed to do was ask!" He grinned back to a shy smile from Mac, and left. As they walked back to the orchards to return Jack to her work, Fitz asked her, "Did you, per chance, see who took my shirt? I'm getting a little cold without it."

"Let me think now…" she pondered for a while, "I think it might have been Cheerilee, actually."

"Who's that?"

"She's a teacher at our grade school for the young'uns. But they probably have the day off today, considering you caused a riot and all."

"I know, I know. Where does she live?"

Jack, Pinky, and Dash figured that Fitz could handle Cheerilee by himself, so they led him to her house, and they took off to ask around for his other garments. When Fitz got to the door, Cheerilee was already waiting for him inside. She opened the door and greeted him before he could knock, startling him. "How are you, Mr. Human!"

"Uh…Fine, thanks. A little cold without my shirt," he rubbed his upper arm, "I heard that you might have it."

"Oh! Come in, come in!" she shooed the wary Fitz inside, nearly throwing him down on her couch, "Would you like some tea?" she asked as a teacher would.

"Uh, no thanks, I'm in a hurry."

"Alright then," she sat next to him and stared at him intently, "Now, Mr…"

"Fitzgerald, or Fitz for short. I'm here because you might have my shirt. It's olive-brown, with the name of a brewery, Coors. Do you have it?"

"You mean…" she pulled it from behind the couch, "This?"

"Yes! Thank you!" he extended to take it as she pulled it away.

"Ah-ah! You have to do earn it back!"

"Oh no." he realized quickly, "You too, huh?"

"Well, it's only so often that a human comes to Equestria, and I've never seen one in person," she threw the shirt behind her and leaned closer to Fitz, "And I've always been a little aroused by the idea of a human in my bed."

Fitz sheepishly grinned, "Well, how do you want it then?"

Cheerilee got up and trotted in front of Fitz, who spread his legs in anticipation for anything. He only wanted his shirt back, but he knew that he would have to make favors in this world. She walked up close, and stuck her head under his kilt.

"Woah there!" he shouted, feeling her tongue caress his now-hardened dick, he leaned his head back and replied, "Man, that's some good stuff!" gently, he put his hand on her head, bringing it closer, so she could deep-throat him. "Wowzah!" She had been around the block quite a few times. Soon enough, Fitz could not take it anymore, "Hold on, hold on!" he sighed, "I'm going to come!"

Cheerilee obliged and took her head out from under, "Is it my turn now?" she asked.

"Yeah, c'mon aboard."

Cheerilee reared back on her hind legs and mounted Fitz on the couch. He held her cartoonish hooves on his shoulders and the two went to town. She may not have been as tight as Pinkie had been the night before, but Fitz wasn't about to give up some free goods. Besides, it was getting cold out without a shirt. They both pumped themselves in and out until Cheerilee couldn't handle it anymore. "Give it to me!" she cried in ecstasy and sprayed juices all over Fitz's lap. He soon followed her after, pulling his pecker out of her and coming on her stomach. "Thank you, Mr. Fitz," she whispered with satisfaction.

"No problem," he answered.

"I'll get a towel and wipe you off," she dismounted and Fitz relaxed on the couch. Cheerilee returned and cleaned the two of them off. Grateful, she returned his Schlitz shirt, which she kept clean for the night. He put it on and thanked her for her courteous hospitality. Fitz asked her if she had seen anyone else take his other clothes, "None that I could see," she said, "I was just focused on your dance." After he left, Fitz wondered if there were any consequences to his sexual adventurism. Thinking of none, he took off to find Dash, Pinkie, and Jack.

The other three ponies met up with Rarity and Twilight, thinking that they could cover more ground in finding Fitz's missing clothes. He met up with them at the town square. "Did you gals find anything?"

"Nothing yet," Twilight replied, "I couldn't believe that you actually went down to your bare skin last night."

"Why not? You ladies were clamoring for a show, I was just satisfying your urge!" he said, "Were there any places that you guys didn't check yet?"

"Well darling," Rarity answered, "We haven't checked Caramel's house," she pointed to it's direction.

"I'll go check, you gals have been working too hard on this already," he walked away and balked at his own comment, "Hah! Hard! Bad jokes…" and left. When he arrived at Caramel's house, he actually had the chance to knock on the door. Caramel peeked out the door, and saw a sock-less Fitz. "How's it going, guy?" he asked, "I was wondering if you…"

"I…I don't have anything!" Caramel stammered.

"Wait a second, you didn't even hear what I asked!" Fitz replied, "I was wondering if you happened to pick up any article of clothing I had last night."

"No, no I didn't…" Caramel blushed.

"Okay, now did you see anyone else take anything last night?"

He paused, looking down and away from Fitz.

Fitz leaned forward and replied, "You're a terrible liar, you know that?"

Caramel invited him into his modest home. Only one room, a table with two chairs, a couch, and his bed, nothing else appeared. Caramel walked shamefully over to his bed and brought over Fitz's other sock, "Here you are…I'm sorry."

"Thank you Caramel," he took the sock and stuffed it in the bag with the other, "Don't beat yourself over this, it's just a sock. Cheerilee took my shirt, and that's a little more important. You're not the only one who took my clothes."

"It's not that," he turned around, blushing, "It's different."

Approaching, Fitz patted Caramel on his back, "I know. May I ask you something?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Are you gay?"

The question was a bullet to Caramel's soul. Fitz knew exactly what he was going through. He didn't need to answer, Fitz already knew.

With a hug, Fitz said, "It's alright to be gay. I know what it's like. The denial, the betrayal, the mistrust. I'm with you, guy. And I'm not all that totally straight myself," he walked around to meet Caramel's face and kneeled down to give him a kiss on the nose. Caramel responded with more kisses. The two sat on the ground, making out and affectionately caressing each other, all the while growing more hard.

Fitz had no other choice. The least he could do was show Caramel that he supported him. After seeing Jack's reaction to the other sock, Fitz could only imagine what gay Caramel went through in his pony life. If had been similar to what Fitz experienced himself, he felt for the guy even more. Besides, it had been a while since Fitz had done it with another male whatever, he was a little horny for it himself. Fitz soon crawled underneath a standing Caramel, and told him to come down. They sixty-nined, with Caramel giving Fitz a better blow job than Cheerilee had given, and Fitz complimented with a hand-and-rim-job. Caramel's cock was a massive two feet long monstrosity, with tremendous girth. Caramel knew that he could never penetrate such as small ass as a human's, so he just had to deal with some wonderful oral sex. Needless to say, Caramel didn't mind at all. A clean asshole always made Fitz's day, and this was only more to come. Caramel slobbered all over Fitz's junk and before he could finish off Fitz, he had to pause and acknowledge Fitz's tongue up his ass. Breathing faster, Caramel could feel himself getting closer to climax, "Oh! I'm so close!" he cried.

"Come baby!" Fitz replied, taking his mouth away from his arse, and began to lick Caramel's massive testes. Soon enough, Caramel came all over Fitz. Come dribbled back to his mouth, and it tasted like caramel, quite apropos to his namesake. Caramel then turned his attention back to Fitz, who quickly came soon after. The two spooned on the floor together, until Fitz realized that he had left the other ponies out in the cold. "Sorry sweetie, I have to go." He got up and grabbed his sock, "Thanks for returning it."

"No," Caramel got up and rubbed up against Fitz, "Thank you for helping me be myself."

Fitz knelt down and gave Caramel another sensual kiss, "Anytime, cutie," and he left. All that was left for him to find was his jacket. And he had an idea of where it was.