Chapters When Fun Becomes a Fiasco
Koto failed at hitting on the batteryman, as it did not occur to her that he was stuck in the ground. Then again, she was way too drunk to realize this. It was one hell of a party, and Pinkie Pie had yet to be involved, thank God! Who knows how she'd react! So, she shambled toward Rekka, who started beating the couch for no discernible reason. She didn't know why, but she did catch something about cheating or something or other.
"Rekka....." Koto whined in a slurred voice before hiccuping three times in a row.
"What is it?" Replied the drunk stallion.
"I wanna be with you. You're so sexy....." Answered the equally drunk mare.
"Wanna go upstairs away from this damned crowd?" Asked Rekka, who turned around for once.
Koto suddenly kissed him on the lips, wrapping her forelegs around him. The kiss was rather sloppy as their tongues danced about.
"Just get to the bed already........" Whispered Spike, who seemed to know what was happening around him despite being crammed face-first into a corner.
"I take it as a yes..." Rekka said after the momentary embrace was broken.
"Where are we going?" Asked Koto as she was being led upstairs towards a guest room.
"In here." Answered Rekka. He opened the door slowly, and it creaked rather loudly. Koto could see something peeking out between his hind legs. It was a dark orange. It was growing in size? It took a moment for the blue mare to realize it was his special area. She blushed deeply with a smile on her face. Suddenly, a hoof nudged her shoulder.
"Earth to Koto? Bedroom?" Rekka called.
"Thank you." Koto said, snapping out of her trance. She followed him inward, making sure to shut the door behind her. Suddenly, Rekka climbed onto Koto's back.
"How bad do you want it?" Rekka asked.
"Very. Just let me get off the damn door." Koto answered.
Rekka suddenly tugged Koto from the door and onto the bed. Their lips met once more, resulting in another sloppy kiss. Once they broke away, silver strands of saliva bridged the gap between their mouths. Koto's clit began begging for attention. She suddenly tackled the stallion, knocking him on his back. Her soft, fuzzy hooves were on his chest, and she gave a drunk smile.
"I want more.... Give it to me....." Koto whispered into Rekka's ear before she started to kiss his chest. He let off a grunt of pleasure each time her lips touched his body.
"Lower." Murmured the stallion.
The mare moved her head lower, feeling Rekka's legs shift. Was it anticipation, or just to make room for her upper quarters? That, she did not know. When she reached just below his hind legs, his stallionhood smacked her in the face. It did not sting, mind you, as it was merely suppressed under her body. Hard and erect ding-dongs by nature do that, and this was no different. It was very large, about six-and-a-half inches long, and three-and-a-half inches in diameter. It had a flat head and a ring at about three-and-a-quarter inches. "Oh my..." Murmured Koto as she clutched it between her forelegs. She'd never seen it this close before.
"What are you waiting for?" Asked Rekka rather impatiently.
"I'm just getting warmed up." Koto said as she started to jerk the meat-stick in her hooves. The stallion let off moans of pleasure as she rubbed it up and down with her forelegs. It sent waves of bliss throughout his body just knowing he was being played with. Not quite there yet...
Rekka suddenly felt something rather wet and somewhat slimy cover the head of his sex-rod. This felt even better than Koto's hooves for some reason. Even more intense waves of bliss shook his very body as he felt a tongue on the very tip of his second head. He grabbed her head and forced his member deeper into her throat, albeit slowly. With one that large, it was best to be cautious. He heard too many scary stories of people's mouths being torn apart and said people as a result dying. You could say that, despite being drunk off his ass, he knew what he was doing, to an extent.
"Mph...mph!" The mare muffled out her moans as her eyes took on a glazed look. Almost there...
Rekka could not hold it in any longer. The waves of bliss racked his nerves so much that ejaculation was inevitable. A loud moan of pleasure escaped his lips as he dropped his seed off in the back of Koto's warm, wet throat. He pulled out and fell onto his back, panting like he was a dog. Good God the feeling was beautiful . No other words could describe it. Some leftover drops sputtered out of his second head, hitting Koto on the face and Rekka on his stomach. His drunk lover lay between his hind legs, panting as if she ran a marathon doing cartwheels with a telephone pole in her mouth whilst on a balancing beam.
"Let me repay you...." Koto groaned, turning over on her backside while steady streams of leftovers crept down her face from the corners of her mouth. She pulled his hind legs rather playfully. Her youthful marehood began throbbing much more intensely now. It wanted the attention right there and then. Rekka sat up and pulled her body toward his before embracing her in another long, wet kiss. As they were kissing, the stallion moved his hoof to Koto's stomach. He rubbed her gently before moving a bit deeper before touching something bulging out almost between her hind legs. He fumbled a bit. There were two of these unusual bouncy things, and both had what felt like nipples on them. He gently lay her down opposite direction of where she lay the first time. He then moved his head slowly between her legs. Such large, bouncy teats.
He started to play with them, making them bounce in one direction before the next. It made her moan in pleasure. It kind of tickled too. He smiled seeing them go bouncy, bouncy, bouncy. Rekka started to squeeze them a bit. "Ahhh.... more...!" Koto moaned as pleasure hit her body in a series of tingles. As if in response, he started to suck on one of them whilst massaging the other. His tongue licked her nipple lustfully. Saliva started trailing down the sides of the teat as he continued to soak it with his mouth. Another moan escaped Koto's lips as she begged for him to go deeper.
He took his attention off of the teats and moved just below, and not to mention in between them if they were any lower. There, her fresh, ripe-for-the-picking vagina was just a hare open, as if waiting for something to enter its turf. He stuck his muzzle inside to pry further. He stuck his tongue inside so he could explore a bit before getting down to business. Not one nook or cranny went unchecked, as he continued to explore the wet world his tongue found itself in. He tasted blood, but that was of no concern to him. The blood... improved the overall taste, strangely enough. Hushed moans escaped Koto's lips once more as Rekka started to lick a surprisingly sensitive area that, on some occasions, would not release anything for more than forty minutes. The hushed moans became increasingly louder as the mare was approaching climax.
The mare throbbed with so much pleasure a wet release came about as if a dam had broke horrendously. What Rekka did not lap up with his tongue soaked her tail more than a two-hour bath, and what her tail didn't catch soaked into the bedsheets in a rather erratic puddle. As the release occurred, a loud moan that gradually silenced left Koto's lips once more during the surprisingly brief, pleasant sensation. Her whole body shuddered for a few moments afterward as she panted to regain her breath, her head on it's side. "I want more!" She shrieked as her forelegs momentarily ceased moving. She sure wasn't lying when she said she wanted it very bad! The stallion sat up and looked down. His little friend was still there, fully erect and throbbing with more anticipation than ever before. He licked his lips greedily and then pushed his sex-rod into Koto's vaginal canal.
"Hya!" Caterwauled the mare as pain and pleasure mixed in quite the unusual way between her legs. "It hurts, but it feels so good!" Rekka responded by pushing further, his hips meeting with Koto's warm, supple thighs. A new sensation hit him in a way he had to resist exploding too soon. He grunted slightly as slow, rhythmic thrusts slowly but surely redefined pleasure. His hooves clutched her hips, which more or less added to the growing sensation in his rock-hard cream maker. It was so warm, moist and unbelievably tight it really was no wonder he lasted this long. But alas, all things came to an end. Both lovers let off their last cries of pleasure as Rekka deposited his liquid delicacy inside of Koto's love tunnel. It flooded so much it started seeping out between what little crevices were left between the tunnel and the sex-rod. He was now spent and empty, having had no choice but to withdraw his now-sated dick. As it withdrew and hid in its sheath for another time in which to emerge, the liquid suddenly broke free like a hurricane flood, soaking Koto's tail once more in a milky white hue. Rekka fell on his lover with an umph before rolling off her and onto his back on an untouched part of the bed they shared. Before the two fell asleep, they covered up and shared what may have been the last embrace of a wet tongue-duel.
"I love you more than anything...." Panted Rekka as he finally drifted off into a blissful sleep.
When Fun Becomes a Fiasco
"I can't feel my hooves." Yuuki complained.
Nagare got off of and then hoisted the purple mare up before kissing her once more. This time, however, she didn't resist in any way. It was pointless now. That was that. The two wrapped their forelegs around each other as their tongues danced about between their teeth. For them, it was quite the odd feeling. It was even stranger since the first time they kissed, it was out of sheer stupidity coupled with Yuuki's loud mouth. Saliva started to drip down in beaded strands from the kiss they were making.
When they broke free of the embrace, they stared at each other blankly for a few moments.
Silence reigned for quite a while.
"I'm sorry for....for slamming you into a wall." Nagare sighed, his voice hinting a pang of guilt.
"No, I should be saying sorry. I started this whole mess and got us in trouble with vending lady when we first met her. As a result, I feel accountable for my senseless actions...and must be punished in ways only you see fit." Yuuki replied before kissing him again, though this time only briefly. Nagare could in no way argue with Yuuki. It was simply her taking up responsibility for once in her life, and she was going to do that in one way or another.
"'In ways only I see fit?'" Quoted Nagare, who was confused for a bit.
"Yes... I'm yours to touch....nobody else's unless another drunk incident occurs." Yuuki whimpered.
Nagare felt a tingle between his hind legs. His eyes widened for a bit before he looked down. His stallionhood was poking Yuuki in the stomach, and then he realized exactly what the purple mare meant. It was about seven inches long and four-and-three-quarters of an inch wide, and it was a darkened teal color for some reason. He simply shrugged it off and danced with Yuuki until he pushed her onto the bed. He then reverted to walking on all fours, though his willy kept nagging him for attention. The apple of his eye was lying on the bed half-on and half-off, her lower quarters hovering in place as her tail drooped onto the floor, resting on the side of the bed. Her legs were very much wide open, exposing her delicate orifices. Her teats were also exposed, but they were not a concern at the moment.
The green stallion licked his right hoof before shoving it into Yuuki's slit, holding her in place with his left foreleg. She moaned into a pillow because anyone would hear her and suddenly ruin the whole thing. It didn't help that the door was locked from the outside , which meant if unlocked they'd be answering too many questions the Crusaders would most likely have on their minds. He pulled his hoof back just a hare, then shoved it right back in with even more force. This caused Yuuki to shudder considerably so, as another moan was muffled by the pillow she was chewing on. "I'll have to tie you up later on. You really need that pillow." Nagare murmured as he removed his hoof and shoved it back in once more with even greater amounts of force. Another moan sounded, which was followed by Yuuki nodding slowly so as to keep the pillow in place. She had one eye scrunched shut as tears streamed down her face. The stallion sat his rump down simply because standing up was not getting him anywhere other than a quicker exhaustion.
Nagare started picking up the pace quite a bit, rapidly jabbing his hoof into Yuuki's slit with such haste one would not be able to see it. There was a damned reason he was called the "Wind-Breaker." Moans of pained pleasure were muffled by the pillow as the mare hit climax. Her sweet, clear, and rather runny corn syrup coated Nagare's hoof as he kept on ramming it in, as it seemed he was unaware her orgasm had occurred. Either that, or he did not want to stop until the dam was emptied. There was now a puddle on the floor that consisted of her juices. Once it was over, the stallion cleaned his hoof with his mouth and then reached into the drawers for quite an excessive amount of rope. How he enjoyed this like the sadist he was. Yes, he was sadistic, but ONLY
"Turn over and hold still for a few minutes." Nagare said as he cracked the rope between his hooves as if it were a belt. The mare complied, albeit with a bit of trouble because the pain in her crotch was much too great for her to bear a moment longer. He then took hold of both her forelegs, put them over her back and then tied her in that exact position. He also tied a ball to her mouth so she wouldn't have to rely on the pillow. He yanked the rope as hard as he humanely could, putting his hind foot on her bare, fuzzy flank. He tied her tail to her forelegs so it would not be in the way. He picked up a flogging stick out of the drawer and started spanking her ass. He did not stop until it was bright red with pain. The stallion then picked up a dildo with sharp, small spines on it and stuck it up her asshole. She winced for a moment before moaning into the ball that filled half of her mouth.
The mare felt a pair of hooves grasp her hips. "This is where the fun really begins, you naughty bitch." Nagare whispered into her ear before shoving his stick inside. He did not even bother to go slowly. Oh no way, he took the exact same approach he first used with his hoof. Yuuki's eyes dilated as she felt a pain like never before violate her hind quarters. She shrieked into the ball that gagged her as her legs and pelvis felt as though they were at breaking point. The mare attempted to struggle but failed as her sadistic master grabbed her mane with his teeth and pulled. Nagare grunted as he released his cream inside of Yuuki's heavily-battered vagina. He let go of her mane as he finished his hellish climax and fell on top of her. Tears kept streaming down her face but she somehow shushed the sobbing noises before they even began.
"Ready for round two?" Asked Nagare once he caught his breath. Yuuki nodded in response.
When Fun Becomes a Fiasco
Tenmei's Unexpected Surprise
Tenmei was walking to his guest room in the Carousel Boutique. He was angry.
I can't believe Rekka and Koto had a foal! If only I had my own mare. Tenmei thought as he dauntingly walked to his destination. But how am I going to get one? Rekka and Koto were flat-out drunk off their asses, and Yuuki and Nagare were arguing until Applejack told them to shut up and make out! At least Yuuki can't have kids of her own. Tenmei sighed as his expression went from pissed to depressed. He kept his head low as he walked. All he could hear were his thoughts and hoofsteps. It was the dead of night now, and he had to avoid having a complete meltdown. But how? How could he when rage was on the brink of taking over, his inner demons about to come henceforth into the world?
"Tenmei, I see you're troubled. Tell me what's wrong." Whispered a mare's voice. His head suddenly raised back up to full stature, and his ears perked. He looked behind him.
"Misaki, what are you doing out of bed?" Asked Tenmei, whose ears folded back once more.
"I should be asking you that same question." Misaki replied. Standing next to her was Mikarya, who was also worried.
He sighed in anguish. Might as well tell them the truth. "I wish I had my own mare. The problem is, I don't know how to get one. And it really ticks me off that Rekka became a dad because he was drunk one night. I can't help but feel angry enough to actually go out of my way and hurt someone who's innocent."
Misaki and Mikarya looked at each other in disbelief. But they saw his point. How could a friend of Rekka not
"Meet us in the spare room. We'll talk there. Go ahead and take your time." Mikarya said before she and Misaki tiptoed to said spare room. He went into his room and put his device in the drawers next to his bed. Better safe than sorry, he sighed. He then closed his door and tiptoed to the spare room. He opened the door to find both mares standing there. It was just that, an empty spare room.
"Closer, Tenmei. We don't want to wake anyone up." Mikarya said, motioning with her hoof. Tenmei could not help but notice she did not wear her device or lab coat, which was highly unusual for her even in the dead of night unless a shower was in the room. Her short, shoulder-length mane was also untied for once. He approached with caution as Misaki used her horn to gingerly close the door and lock it.
"Mikarya." Misaki said.
"Yes?" Replied the peachy mare.
"Let's help him." Answered the cyborg.
Tenmei suddenly felt a pang of excitement between his legs as his rod emerged from its sheath. It was five-and-a-half inches long, and three-and-three-quarters inches wide. It pointed itself right at Mikarya, who tilted her head and blushed.
"Someone's feisty tonight." Remarked the caretaker.
Tenmei could not help but blush redder than Big Mac. He simply lied down on the wood tile floor and spread his legs as far as they could go. The caretaker smiled before she tiptoed over and sat on the rod in such a way it ended up inside her warm tunnel. A little too tight if you asked him. But it felt good nonetheless, just a bit strange for him because he was a virgin. Her teats landed on his stomach, and they were so huge a watermelon was put to shame every time Mikarya walked past it. He touched the teats gingerly with his hoof, as he did not know how sensitive they were. Misaki sat behind the two, eagerly awaiting her turn. Her cyborg arm twitched in anticipation.
Mikarya grabbed Tenmei and fell on her back with him on top. She held his hooves in place with her forelegs. She smiled seductively and nodded to the stallion before releasing his hooves. He started to thrust his hips slowly, but gradually, his speed picked up. He began grunting slightly as climax approached. Mikarya shushed herself with her foreleg because it was happening to her as well. She started moaning into her hoof as the stallion went faster and faster. Both let off shushed moans as their orgasms happened simultaneously. Both were panting to regain their breaths as Tenmei's cock retreated into its sheath.
Suddenly, Misaki snatched Tenmei and lied him down again, positioning herself so her equally large teats were in his face. She caressed his sheath until his rod re-emerged. Mikarya positioned herself behind Misaki and started licking the cyborg's sensitive clit. The cyborg unicorn moaned as she jerked Tenmei's stick in her hoof and metal claw. She had to be careful because those claws gave her a good way to wreck him. The stallion started licking the unicorn's funbags as she continued jerking him off.
All three let off hushed moans as another dual climax ensured, hitting Misaki in the face and soaking Mikarya's muzzle. As for Tenmei, he got soaked twofold. Such wonderful bliss-- and then the door had to open.
Standing on the other side of the door was 01, who had a key in his mouth. He did not wear his coat either!
"Can I join in, ladies?" 01 said with a smile. "I promise I'll lock the door back up." Everyone already wet nodded, and he trotted right in and kept his promise as far as the door was concerned.
The grey stallion shook his head like he just ran in from a heavy rain. It was nothing to worry about because he does that when he gets excited regardless of whether or not he was a pony. It was natural for him, and what's wrong with that? Misaki was surprised his glasses managed to hold on.
"I see we have a Tenmei here. I hope you've all played nice with him." 01 said he mounted Mikarya from behind and shoved his still-emerging shaft into her ass, which went untouched before now. It caused the peachy mare to shudder a bit as she removed her soaking wet muzzle from the cyborg's clit. A tan hoof suddenly peeked out from under Misaki's body as Tenmei moaned to be able to breathe. "Um, Misaki, he can't--AH!--... breathe....." Said Mikarya, whose ears were folded back.
The unicorn got off the tan stallion and stood up. She knelt her upper quarters low, with her forelegs on the floor and her ass in the air. The cyborg then used her horn to levitated Tenmei to her rather huge rump and kept him there by the forelegs as a grey aura surrounded them. He had to take in some deep breaths of air first due to nearly being suffocated under the unicorn's lower quarters. The stallion inserted his pole into the cyborg's relatively-clean vagina, which was surprisingly organic, which gave him all the more reason to thrust like there was no tomorrow. Yes, everything down there was kept untouched when she was attached to that computer for some reason. The more, the merrier.
"Ah......aaah.....more.....!" Mikarya moaned as 01 kept ramming faster and faster. The grey stallion buried his muzzle into the mare's back as he moaned out his impending release of the white flood. 01 pulled out as Mikarya, now exhausted, fell on her chest and neck with her wet rump still in the air. She was panting in rather slow mixtures between moans and wheezes with an occasional twitch of her hooves or tail. One mare, down and out, one more to go.
Tenmei was on the ground belly-up, as he had released his precious contents inside of Misaki, who unceremoniously slumped her rump to the ground with a thump . She couldn't help but fall asleep right then and there, panting the whole way through. He would've fallen asleep had an almost-black cock not been put into his mouth. Apparently, the older stallion was determined to finish before anyone else flunked out. The tan, fuzzy hooves of the younger--and clearly less dominant--stallion stared rubbing the dark rod above his chest. It twitched in anticipation as he kept moving his hooves back and forth coupled with his tongue caressing the very tip.
He picked up the pace as the older stallion above gave a moan of defeat as his custard left his shaft once more and into the mouth of the younger stallion below, who lapped it up greedily. 01 fell onto his side asleep as his stick retreated from sight. Someone sure was determined. Thought Tenmei before he heard something.
"01! Where are you?! Are you okay?!" Called the worried voice of Mimi.
When Fun Becomes a Fiasco
Round Two With the Wind-Breaker
Yuuki was fully on the bed now, the sheer pain in her hind quarters having somewhat ceased. The ball was still in her mouth, but then, breathing through her nose was somewhat comforting. Her tail and forelegs were now free, but she knew it would not last much longer. Her ears flickered on occasion as she shifted from one position to the next to at least attempt to ease the pain a little better, which was difficult because her hind legs went numb from being violated so much in such a short time span. All she wanted now was a nap, and maybe a drink of water. The pillow she first chewed on was now a headrest of sorts.
Nagare let off a sigh that indicated how bored he was as he impatiently tapped the flogging stick against the ground like it was an extended middle finger. He never had a girlfriend before not because he was rejected left, right, and fucking sideways but because he had to keep his sadistic side, a sort of split personality in his mind, at bay. His usually calm, collected demeanor was not a ruse, mind you, but something to protect his friends from seeing this dark side. So far, though, Yuuki was the only one who saw it and still accepted him for it despite saying so rather awkwardly earlier. Sometime in the next century would be nice, fuzzball, he thought, I want another go dammit.
The purple mare tried sitting up but fell right back down with an mph .
"Yuuki? Sometime soon?" Nagare sighed impatiently.
"Mphf-mphf-mph." Yuuki replied, pointing to the ball in her jaw.
"Oh. You can remove that. I looked outside and it's nighttime." Nagare answered. "Besides, everyone's most likely asleep by now."
The mare fumbled with the rope for a bit with her hooves before the ball rolled off the bed. "FINALLY! I can breathe again."
"Don't be so loud, woman--unless you want someone barging in." Nagare scolded.
"Sorry..." Yuuki whimpered.
"You up for round two?" Asked the green stallion, who was starting to stand. His member started to slide out of its hidey-hole.
Yuuki nodded before clumsily rolling off the bed. "If only I could stand."
"There's no need for you to stand, m'dear. It only requires your upper body." Nagare said with a seductive smile as he hoisted the mare back onto the bed, though it took a bit longer than he thought. Her face was in front of his still-extending meat-pole as his hooves sat at her sides. She grabbed the hardening shaft with her hooves before jerking up and down with a slow rhythm, which was returned with moans of pleasure from the stallion above as well as a quick buck of his hips. "Faster, bitch." Commanded Nagare in a whisper before another moan escape his lips as something warm and really wet went over his member. He bucked again as the wetness on his shaft persisted. Hurt her again, she really wants it. She said so herself, didn't she? Whispered Nagare's sadistic conscious rather tauntingly. What the fuck are you waiting for, you filthy pervert?! Hurt her! Hurt her until she stops moving!!
He had to fight the urge to inflict pain, but this was not an easy thing to do. His sadist half had to be made happy somehow. He bucked again before a release occurred in Yuuki's mouth. After swallowing her fill and letting go, she looked up and noticed something was off. "Nagare?" Asked the purple mare. Suddenly, Nagare snapped back into reality. "Sorry about that...I have....a split personality issue." He explained. Yuuki nodded before pulling his hoof, which resulted in him falling on her back. "I assume you want more?" Asked the stallion, to which the mare answered by tugging his tail a bit.
She's pulling your tail! This is insulting! Fix it now!!! Shouted the sadist conscious again. He simply shrugged it off and repositioned to he was behind the mare. What are you waiting for, pansy?! GIVE HER THE PAIN!! Called the conscious again, this time more irritated. Please let me be, dickwad. I'll satisfy you later. Whispered the other half of the conscious. Fine, have it your way. But you better hold true to that promise! Shouted the inner sadist. Nagare sighed deeply before realizing he was once more spent. Well, that would've ruined the fun right there had he not decided he'd still give another insertion, which earned another moan from Yuuki. "Now then, let's start where we left off."
He started thrusting his hips slowly at first as he bitterly remembered the pain he caused earlier. Damn that inner sadist for taking over. Then again, what control had he possessed that time (answer: none)? He kept this slow pace constant-- that is, until Yuuki spoke up. "Please....faster...." Nagare understood and started picking up the pace. Slowly but surely the mare approached climax as soft moans escaped her still-wet lips that dripped with the payload dropped off just moments earlier. She started to whine her pleasured sounds in a high-pitched shriek as a warm release occurred between her legs and onto the bed. "Ohmigod......fuck......fuck me sideways....." Murmured Yuuki as her body was racked with pleasures with a tang of pain.
"I wish I could. But I think it's time to sleep." Nagare replied as he removed himself from the mare's thighs. He then moved to lay down next to her, laying his head on his forelegs.
"When'd you become an alarm clock, Greenie?" Asked Yuuki, who as still panting from the experience.
"Just now." Replied the stallion with a smile.
When Fun Becomes a Fiasco
The night was still as the moon flooded its brilliant light upon the world. It was the color of blue-white, moving ever so slowly across the sky as stars paved a path for the utmost brilliance of night. No clouds were visible in the sky save for Cloudsdale, the Pegasus city. It too was dark because of the soft light shining down upon it as opposed to the bright, scorching sunlight during the day. The houses and workplaces of the Pegasi were dark as the residents slept throughout the night. But, there was a very fancy cloud hotel that was reserved only for ponies of social importance, Twilight Sparkle being a prime example of such hierarchy. But, it was not her visiting this cloud hotel, appropriately named Raindrop Paradise.
A clerk was sitting behind the receptionists desk, his forelegs crossed on the cloudy furniture where customers would show up and pay bits to get to their rooms. He was a dark blue--almost like the night, to be exact--with a golden mane spiked as though it were a thunderbolt. His sleepy, sky-blue eyes tried to stay alert for any customers, but that was quickly failing. Today was boring, as nopony of the needed hierarchy showed up to spend the day at the hotel. It wasn't that uncommon, really--most days went by like this. He would make the Paradise pristine and proper by each passing day that was lonesome, and sleep on the receptionist desk during the nightly reign. That was his sole schedule, aside from serving the customers that did show up as though he were the sole maid (and he did dress in that uniform when asked to do so, which only made it more fitting of his role).
The clerkpony, named Nightingale, was just about to drift off to sleep when all of a sudden, the door opened with a gentle creak as the bell announcing a customer sounded in three consecutive rings. His eyes suddenly shot open to the fullest extent as he saw not one, but two alicorns walk in the Paradise. The first to be seen was a stallion with an orange pelt and a scarlet mane. This mane made unusual spiked bangs in front of his face and next to his cheeks, while the back part was tied back with a white ribbon. The spikes on the right side of his mane were much larger and more prevalent while the ones on his left only appeared at the margin's end. The back part that was tied back was excessively long for one such as he, as it barely reached his hooves. Nightingale assumed that, had the mane not been tied back, he would've kept tripping left and right. His horn was in between the lengths of Celestia and Twilight Sparkle, having five sections before the surprisingly sharp point at its end. His large wings, which started in brilliant scarlet and ended in a white-hot gold, looked as though they could not be folded properly due to the proportions of his body compared to the proportions the wings had. The base of his wings were a deep scarlet, almost blood crimson, and the colors of scarlet, orange, and the aforementioned white-hot gold formed a brilliant, almost life-like pattern reminiscent of a fire. His scarlet eyes gave off a warming vibe, but well-hid a bear waiting an ambush. Very few things provoked this bear, but when they did, a wrath unlike Celestia's own would crash down unto the offender with quick, calculative precision and the force of an erupting volcano. His tail was much like his mane: tied back with a white ribbon for most likely the same reason. He bore a device resembling a gun of sorts on his flank.
The second alicorn, a mare, was very different from her companion, and the time taken to notice this difference made it drastic by a long shot. Her pelt was as blue as Nightingale's eyes, but it was hard to tell if her hue was lighter in tint. Her mane was the color of the ocean, short, frill-like bangs were just over her eyes, and longer extensions thereof ended at the bottom of her cheeks. The back portion of this mane was straight until close to the end--had she been an earth pony or a unicorn, this mane would've made her look like she had freakishly small fearie wings on her back in perfect proportion should she rear up on her hind legs. On the top of her head, a little curl peeked over just above the length of her horn, which was a full section shorter than that of her companion's and clearly not as sharp. Her ocean-blue wings rested at her sides with ease, though she twitched them every once in a while to most likely ensure they were in working order. When she did this, the tips of all her feathers became mist grey, and a small veil of water vapor surrounded her wings momentarily. She bore ocean-blue eyes that looked purely innocent, but very well hid many secrets. What those secrets were, only she knew. She and nopony else except for a select few who were most likely never mentioned. A purple boomerang with sharp, blue 'teeth'--four in total with two on each side--adorned her flank.
Nightingale could not believe what he was seeing. As a matter of fact he suddenly slapped himself silly until he was dizzy. Once the bout of make the spinning world stop was over, he looked at the alicorns, and they were surprisingly still there. They looked at each other with concern before looking back at the clerkpony who looked like it was way past his bedtime. "Sorry for that rather unusual display, dear friends." Nightingale started with a soft smile. "But it's not very often I get customers. This place is usually reserved for those of social importance."
"It's quite alright, many ponies who saw us for the first time did the exact same thing--one time right in front of Princess Celestia no less. The Royal Guards sure are easy to shock." Smiled the blue alicorn.
"Really?" Asked Nightingale.
"Yes. It was...surprisingly hilarious. Not with the self-slapping, but with what happened after." Nodded the red alicorn. His presence, his voice, his very being was...exuding this invisible aura of warmth only felt with the closest of friends, the most connected of lovers.
"I suppose I should tell you who I am. I am Nightingale, owner, caretaker, and sole stallion-maid of this hotel. Please, tell me who you are." Said Nightingale in a warm tone of voice.
"Before we say our names, may I ask you one thing?" Asked the red stallion.
"Sure, go right ahead." Answered Nightingale with a nod.
"Almost fifteen years ago, me and my wife became a part of a total of five in a new set of Elements. I do suppose this news reached you during that time?" Said the red alicorn.
"Yes and no. My father ran this place back then. He told me about it and then...a hurricane killed him. I tried stopping it myself, but....a purple alicorn unlike Twilight Sparkle took me out of there, saying that it was much too dangerous. After the storm was cleared, she held a funeral for my dad, as he was the only one to have died at the time. I was but ten years old." Nightingale answered, a tear falling down his cheek. "To have lost the only pony left in my family is but a tragedy indeed. Once this hotel was rebuilt, I have run it since in hopes of seeing either that mare of one of her companions. Please, when you return to them, tell them I am doing well and give them my regards."
"Oh my. We will be sure to do so." Said the blue alicorn with a solemn nod.
"Thank you, it truly means a lot to me." Nightingale smiled as he wiped the tear away.
The red alicorn took a deep breath before he spoke. "It's going to sound strange, and my parents insisted left and right this be my name. It's Rekka."
"My name is Koto, and my parents did much the same." Spoke the blue alicorn with a sigh.
"Since you two are the only ones here, there is a box. Bits are deposited there, and it electrocutes any trying to break in." Nightingale said, pointing a hoof to a cloud table which had a box made of black thunderclouds. Rekka took off his saddlebag and shuffled through it a bit before pulling out a bag that had the most valuable of bits. The bag was emptied into the box before it was placed into the saddlebag once more.
"How many rooms are there?" Asked Koto, who was gazing at the ceiling.
"Only thirteen. Father insisted on keeping it like that. Family traditions sure run deep, don't they?" Nightingale sighed as he led the alicorns to the rooms. They looked in each room before moving on to the next.
"Yes. Yes they do. I just don't know why though." Koto answered.
"Did you say something about a maid earlier?" Asked Rekka, who finished examining the second-to-last room.
"Yes, I...feed the ponies who stay here. But there is another side of the coin as always." Nightingale answered.
"I think I had enough sex to see where that's going." Koto said, blushing bright pink.
"I wonder why you two are staying for the night." Nightingale commented.
"Cadence is staying at the Palace, and let's just say she parties way to hard." Rekka stated as he finished looking at the last room.
"So, your selection?" Nightingale asked.
"The seventh room. It has the largest bed." Rekka answered. Koto nodded.
"How long will Cadence stay?" Asked Nightingale.
"Just for the night." Answered the couple.
"Alright. There is a bell on a table if you need me." Nightingale said before he trotted away.
"I really find it strange there are no doors to the individual bedrooms." Koto pointed out.
"Must be for emergencies or something along the lines thereof." Rekka stated. "Either that or for peeping tomcats."
The hotel room was very simple: a clothing rack for hats and coats, the king-sized bed, a table with the bell on it, a few dresser drawers for storage and a window that led outside.
"When was the last time we fucked?" Asked Koto, who was blushing redder than a cherry.
"Um.....uh.....the.....the time we got drunk?" Rekka answered with a bit of difficulty. His eyes dilated a bit and a crooked smile crept on his face.
"Wasn't that fifteen years ago?" Koto asked again, ears flattened.
"Almost." Rekka stammered. His eyes dilated a bit more and the smile only widened.
Koto turned around and suddenly tackled her husband onto the bed. They rolled for a bit before the blankets flew off the cloud bed. Her hooves were once more on his chest as he heaved a bit from shock.
"Okay, you win." Rekka sighed with a smile.
"Why do they call the edge of a hoof a blade and the triangular indent part a frog? I don't get it." Koto asked.
"I'm just as stumped by that question. I heard it makes traversing in mud easier though." Rekka replied.
"The blade or the frog?" Koto asked again.
"The frog." Rekka answered before sighing once more.
"Am I pushing your chest too hard? You don't sound too well now." Koto said.
"Yeah, ya might wanna get off for a bit." Rekka replied. His wife complied, and she lay next to him for a few minutes as he caught his breath. During this time they talked about trivial things, like asking why Cadence like alcohol so damn much it made vending lady look like a foal in a sandbox, or asking about the damn frog and why it was called a frog. Now, the frog made no sense to them at all.
"Now that I think about it, isn't drunk sex....you know, unfulfilling?" Asked Rekka.
"You're...." Koto blinked a few times. "....You're right. Both times it happened we were flat-out drunk. And then Miss-I-Lecture-Everyone-Involved did her job."
"Bitching left and right?" Rekka replied.
"Yes. The stare alone...waa! I'd rather stare Fluttershy in the eye." Koto admitted.
"At least she doesn't ramble on. She just cuts right to the point." Rekka stated with a sigh.
"So...talk about awkward." Koto sighed, blushing once more as she saw two orange hooves on either side of her head.
"Ehheh.... yeah, awkward." Rekka said before kissing his wife. It was quick and clean, unlike the other times they kissed.
"HYA!" Koto almost screamed as she saw a figure in the doorway.
"Nightingale?? Next time, don't startle us, please." Rekka sighed with his right eye twitching. He didn't even bother turning over.
"Apologies, sire. It won't happen again." Nightingale replied before his figure left the room.
"Honey, that was way too awkward!" Koto said, still recovering from her brief shock.
"Apparently, 'awkward' is redefined for us in moments like this." Rekka said with a grunt.
"Did you grow a third eye too?" Koto asked.
"Maybe I did." Rekka shrugged with another warm smile. He kissed Koto once more, this time wrapping his forelegs around her as she put her hooves on his flanks. She quickly untied the mane ribbon (using magic), which allowed it to flutter gracefully without the bonds. With the ribbon, the mane was surprisingly thin in width. Without the ribbon, it kinda made him look like a mare from behind until you got a better look at him. It thickened in a way everypony assumed the ribbons had unusual magical properties, and who were they to lie? A hoof scratched right in that sweet spot between the wings, which earned the mare a few muffled moans from her mate as she simultaneously rubbed his horn using the other hoof. His lips broke away from hers and he started panting a bit as she continued fondling his horn, being weary of that sharp point. Her scratching hoof removed the other ribbon, which fell to the ground as though it were a really elongated feather. His tail thickened and almost spread like a wildfire, flaring out behind him and reaching his mate's tail-end. He took hold of her horn with one hoof and went under her tail with the other. "Ah..it feels....it feels strange but I--gha--like it..." Koto gasped as she felt the hoof shove itself into her second set of lips. Rekka took hold of his mate's head and, using his hoof, gently tugged her until her horn was within a better grasp. She suddenly felt his mouth on her horn as his lips touched her soft, silky fur.
She felt the hoof push in deeper and let off hushed moans as her horn began glowing a soft, almost nonexistent grey. The glow was concealed because of Rekka's mouth. His tongue delicately danced to and fro around the horn, coating every crevice in wet, hot saliva. "I....I can't--ah!--hold it much....longer..." Koto panted as the tingles of pleasure became too much to bear. A loud moan escaped her lips as her thighs and tail became soaked in a warm liquid. Her horn stopped glowing as the liquid began soaking her hind hooves and the cloudy bedsheets. For a few moments, her eyes scrunched shut as the hoof was removed from her marehood with a bit of ease. Her pants were reduced to mere in/exhales as the mouth of her husband removed itself from her horn. The still-warm, clear saliva soaked her forehead and a fraction of her bangs while the rest slid onto the pillow rather sloppily, creating a very slow-to-form wet spot very close to if not directly under her head. Their lips met once more, tongues caressing each other as a rather unusual taste of crisp, clean water was shared among the taste buds. But the taste also reminded them a teensy bit of sour associated with the yellow oval fruit called the lemon. It was really faint--almost nonexistent, even--and yet, surprisingly noticeable. A wet, orange hoof soaked more than ever before began rubbing the mare's backside, coating almost everything in a very thin veil of the sticky, crisp water. The wings remained untouched whatsoever as the hoof was coating hairs of the pelt thoroughly with utmost caution. At the same time, a fleshy mass was perched delicately between their stomachs as they continued kissing. Koto suddenly broke the kiss and sighed, a look in her eyes that only meant the bad memories came back to wreck everything, and this was heavily backed up with her ears folding back flat against her head.
"Them again? Sounds like we need Luna's help on that. But let's not worry about it at this time." Rekka sighed in a reassuring voice as he gingerly turned his wife on her stomach using his wet hoof. "If it hurts in...well, that
"Okay..." Koto replied, her whole being shaking uncontrollably with that pain inflicted way back when as her mate perched himself behind her. Her wings suddenly shot open and her eyes went wide the pain assaulted her once more. His hooves quickly put themselves upon her back and started massaging it calmly, yet fiercely. The open wings fell limp for a few moments before closing against her sides once more, the pain fleeting with the momentary feeling of numbness. It was no wonder she refrained from sex if she could help it once one understood what had happened in the prison house. But let's save that for another time. The massaging of her backside made it all wash away as peace returned to her mind for the time being. Her eyes closed in serenity for a few moments while the hooves slowed down quite a bit.
"Koto?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you mind biting on a pillow on preferably the worst part of said pillow to sleep on?"
Koto's ears perked up as she picked up the pillow she lay her head on and instantly found a spot on which to bite and clamped her mouth tighter than a trap jaw ant. She then made a nodding motion with her hoof before moving her tail aside. How could you nod your head with a pillow in your mouth without looking like either a fool, a maniac, or a savage animal no matter who the fuck you were? The hooves perched themselves on her shoulders and held her there, as if telling her to keep still lest something go horribly awry. Something warm and fleshy rubbed the warm, still-wet lips of its counterpart and perched itself just in front of the entrance to the canal and womb. A sudden shock of pained pleasure met the mare's body and mind as the fleshy object pushed its way in without so much as a second thought. "MPH!! MMHMMMMPH!" Koto moaned into the pillow as the flesh-thing continued to pull itself in and out with a hastening pace. Her horn once again flared to life in unison with that of her mate's as they magically added more pleasure-inducing vibes to each other's fleshparts.
"Ah....ah...AHHH!!!!! AH!" Rekka panted as he tried to not scream his pleasure. His large wings threw themselves wide, spanning half the length required from the wall on which the window was perched and the table with the bell that was labeled 'summon Nightingale' on a piece of paper. The massive wings flapped to and fro as the magic not only added to the pleasure, but kept his horny ass grounded to the cloud on top of Koto. Scarlet, orange, and white-hot gold feathers freed themselves from their confinement and danced about in the gusts of wind created by the wing-beats. His eyes scrunched shut as tightly as they could manage while beads of sweat began forming at a hastening rate. He threw his head and long mane high to the ceiling and shrieked his wife's name right as the pleasure became unbearable. A loud, final flap of his wings signaled the inevitable moment that occurred mere seconds later. A pop sounded as his member removed itself from the tunnel and went into hiding, still releasing its load. His hooves slipped off Koto's shoulders as he found himself landing on her backside face-first into her mane. Their horns ceased flaring with magic as his own wings fell limp, half of their lengths on the cloud floor as if glued that way.
"Someone's....barely awake." Koto commented as she let go of the pillow.
"Fweu fon'd haff throom fo falk." Rekka mumbled into Koto's mane, his wings still unmoving. Most of his mane stuck to his face and backside, held there by sweat. The tail didn't fare much better.
"I did what to a room?" Koto asked with a heavy, exhausted sigh.
Rekka removed his face from her mane and groaned like it was a chore he was doing. "You. Don't. Have. Room. To. Talk." He repeated before falling fast asleep. Koto sighed calmly before fluffing the pillow and going off into dreamland as well. As they slept quietly, a dark blue Pegasus stallion with a golden bolt-mane, sky-blue eyes and a cloud with a feather duster adorning his flank picked up the blanket and gently slid it over the sleeping couple, making sure not to step on the wings that lay limp upon the scene. He then picked up the ribbons and mess of scattered feathers and put them on the table that held the ringing bell. One of the two shifted in their sleep, causing the pony to spread his wings as seeing Koto move a hoof shocked him. He sighed as she stayed perfectly asleep, blissfully unaware of the third pony. His wings folded back to his sides, and he walked quietly out of the room and to the receptionist desk. Princess Luna greeted him this time around with a warm smile.
"Where are they?" Luna whispered to Nightingale.
"Seventh room. I just finished covering them up. The blanket was on the floor." Answered Nightingale with a soft sigh.
"Alright. I'll see Koto shortly in her dreams." Luna said with a nod before she walked to the room as quietly as could be managed.
"That was a fine display of sex. How did they not notice me the second time?" Asked Nightingale to himself in a hushed whisper. He blushed brightly, but then shrugged it off before he crossed his forelegs onto the desk and laying his head in them. A deep slumber followed him shortly afterwards, almost as though he were rewarded for his hard work all these years.
