Love-Hate

While I was sipping from my mug of coffee, I had noticed the time stated on the clock. It was already seven o’clock, in the evening. Quickly, I booked it out of the facility, clocking out on my way through the door, and I dashed for the pancake house. The sun had already gone down and once again on this Friday night, the lights had been turned off. It was another cool night, and the wind felt wonderful on my sweaty face. The coolness quickly aided in my back healing, drying up the little trickles of blood and causing it to scab. Thank God, it was really starting to hurt.

The overgrown sidewalks of the slummy parts of Manehattan nearly tripped me up as I sprinted over to Belgian’s to stalk the trio. Hopefully that cute anchor didn’t forget the time and place. Everything was off that night, however, the last light that was on illuminated me ever so slightly while I surveyed the area. Nobody was out, once again. But I didn’t feel quite alone. Ignoring this weird sensation, I pressed on, using the shadows to my advantage. The lightbulb I was previously under shattered from an electrical burst.

It took a while, about twenty minutes, to get to the meeting spot. I couldn’t be spotted though, or else I would have no chance of getting into the party. I took a vantage point, going behind the restaurant and up to the roof. I had a feeling that Belgian saw me, but he was a good friend, he wouldn’t rat me out.

He better not, at least.

One of those funny spinny things was on the roof, and I stared at it intently until I heard a female voice. It screamed, “’Sup, bitches!”

It was definitely Caritas. I peered over, my eyes glowing slightly to illuminate the scene. Caritas was in a casual-type gown, Ghostly was in this lacy white dress, with a pair of silver crystal earrings in. It complimented her eyes wonderfully. Belgian was in this stupid looking plaid shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his knees. I listened in to their conversation, without hinting to them at all that I was watching. For good measure, I made a coo noise to fool them into thinking I was a pigeon!

“Well, the party’s waiting for you two!” She said, “We have to return quickly, before a certain someone decides to crash it.”

Welp, game over, man. I was just about to come out of hiding, before Waffle continued. “It’s not really a bad thing if he’s there, you know… You’re the one who did it to him.”

“He asked me first! What, was I gonna deny a new minion? Come on, everyone wants an extra slave or two.” She responded, bounding forward in some other direction, where I assumed the actual party was.

“Unless that slave rebels and leaves your hive. You know he got a job that’s really strengthened him up, right? Aren’t you worried he’ll come back and kill you?” I pondered this notion for a good few seconds, before my attention was brought back to Caritas.

“Nah, he a bitch, he wouldn’t dare. Besides, I got Saber on my side!”

Little did she know of the surprise me and Saber had in store for her. But I digress; I followed along through alleyways, rooftops, street lamps, sewers, and trashcans for a good while, listening in to their conversations, and Ghostly’s lack thereof.

I smelled the air, and it reeked of death and decay. Most likely caused by the trashcan I was sitting in, but nonetheless, I knew where I had ended up after a good hour or so. I was at Caritas’ apartment building. I knew I smelled a rat!

I looked down at my nose, and on it was the very rodent I was thinking of, and I flicked it off. It squealed in fright, and I climbed out of the trashcan, following the trio into Caritas’ home. Lights were flickering, from this neat spot-light device. This ball hung from the ceiling, reflecting these lights, and it made quite a spectacular show. If this weren’t a mission of stealth, I’d ‘Ooh’ and ‘Aah’ loudly, staring at all the pretty colors.

This was a stealth mission, however, and I immediately snapped back into action, leaping through the door and looking casual. There were other party-goers here, besides the three I knew of. I slipped in with them all, awkwardly smiling at a mare I accidentally faceplanted into. “Sorry, uh, just, trying to get a drink.”

“Think y-you had too many there, already, buddy.” She stammered. I had a feeling she was talking about herself.

Ponies chattered about inside, about their own personal lives, who they’re getting it in the sack with that night, how much they vomited in the past few minutes, and how big their manly-bits were. It was a conglomerate of everything I didn’t want to hear, and I shoved through all of them and picked up a cup of whatever the hell Caritas was serving.

It tasted like root beer, to me, but spiked with something. Not a bad combination, I thought. I put my back to the wall, and watched a few of the stallions here playing beer pong, whilst slouching my back so as to remain unseen. The game was funny, I’ll admit, what with how drunk they all were. One of the ping pong balls flew off the table and hit someone in the eye.

Occasionally I’d glance up and look at Ghostly, who was eyeing around for someone to talk to throughout this experience, I imagined. Her eyes locked with mine, and I, with a sense of embarrassment and flusterednessitude, casually looked away and played it off as if I were some kind of cool cat.

It didn’t work. She started walking in my direction, and I looked over at her with a hopefully unnoticeable blush on my face. Time seemed to slow down for me, and I saw every strand of her bounce with life as her hooves hit the ground. Her eyes started to gleam, as if they were filled with joy, and she picked up her pace. I contemplated moving up to meet her, and I started to smile. Caritas cut her off with a sharp grab to her arm, and pulled her aside, shooting me the stink-eye.

Damn, I was really hoping to get things swinging with her. Oh well… Maybe I still got a chance.

Screw it, I went up and stood behind Ghostly as she and Caritas had a whispering match. Caritas kept shooting me glances, and I returned in kind, gnashing my teeth at her. “… heartbreaker…” Was all I got out of the conversation. I assumed Caritas was talking about me, for some reason, to keep me away from Ghostly.

Ghostly pulled away from her, yanking her hoof away, and she turned to leave. Unfortunately, she had forgotten that I was standing there, and it seemed that she thought I was a wall. She muttered angrily, then looked up at me in a stupor. I smiled down at her, giggling softly, which seemed to confuse her a bit. Did I giggle too evilly?

My forehoof was around her neck, I just noticed, presumably to keep her from falling down from hitting me. Letting go of her and looking off to the distance, I could sense my face getting pink already. My ears felt hot, as well.

“O-Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there, eheh.” She managed, as she moved one of her curls behind her hair with a sheepish smile on her lips.

I chuckled again, more loudly, and this apparently scared Caritas, as she backed away from us both, ears flat against her head. “It’s alright; you didn’t know I was there!” I said to the cotton-candy mare.

Caritas hissed, almost growling at me, “You weren’t supposed to be here…”

I got angry right back, and when I’m angry, I get sarcastic. “Well, come on, doll, I only wanted to have some -fun- like you planned!” Hopefully, Ghost caught what I was hinting at. The green-haired predator stomped away, growling in anger. “Don’t worry about her, dude, she gets bitchy if she doesn’t bang.”

She giggled at that, “So you know her really well, then?”

“Yeah, but, we really don’t like each other.”

With a smile, she retorted, “Oh wooooow, I would have never guessed!”

I laughed quietly again, “Must be pretty blind then.”

Ghostly found a stack of cups, and poured a drink for herself. I looked at her with worry, because knowing Caritas, that drink was probably spiked with a shitload of stuff. But I said nothing, for my own reasons.

She started again, “Hey, uh, why are you here then if you and Caritas hate each other?”

Hah, I could answer that easy. “Because I wanted to crash it! I heard Belgie and her talking about a party and decided to tag along.”

“Well, whatever floats your boat then, I guess. Oh!” She stuck a hoof out to me, and I stared at it blankly. A little forward of her, eh? “I’m Ghostly Mist.”

I stared for a while longer. She wasn’t afraid of me, to the point where she openly let herself be touched by me? Normally ponies just say hello from like, two miles away, but her?

It took me a while, but my own hoof soon grabbed hers. “I’m Flux Chord, and I already knew your name.” Her hoof was soft and small, and delicate like a true lady’s. Warmth started to flow through my forehoof, and to my chest, and I sighed with a slight hint of a growl.

Damn. Accidentally fed off of someone again.

“Nice to meet you.” Her silvery words fluttered out, while I was in the middle of both hating myself and being all shy from a mare feeling safe enough with me to get this close and talk to me. I patted the back of my head in embarrassment, and smiled all sheepishly.

She took a drink from her cup. I gasped, and my smile broke. Cari’s drugs usually took a while to set in for normal ponies, but either way, I didn’t think she was safe alone.

Guiding her over to the wall where I stood earlier, I talked to her casually, waiting for the drug to set in, so I could get her out of there. I discussed the Manehattan facility and its problems, my past, the coworkers… Apparently, aside from her co-anchor, she had coworkers that had large poles up their asses like mine. I drummed my hoof on the wall a few times to break the sudden silence, while not looking at her, until she stopped responding to me calling her name. She fell over onto me, and I knelt to keep her standing.

“Woah, honey… Are you alright? Ghostly?” I called, but she didn’t answer. She just mumbled and sighed. “Hmhm, come on, up on my back. I’ll take you someplace safe.”

I coaxed her onto my back, and laid my jacket over her, and I heard her sigh again. Wonder why she sounded so happy?

Sauntering forward with Ghostly in tow, I slammed the door open, probably making a hole in my wall. No matter though, I had to get this girl to a bed or something, I dunno how many more tummy rubs I can take. She’d been doing it the past, uh, hour I’ve been walking her with me.

Sweetly laying her down on my bed, with her head just under me, she awoke with a start from the movement. My hooves laid on either side of her head, leaving large dimples in the sheets. Ghostly was still drunk, and apparently, she was a horny drunk.

“H-hey, you… You got… You got a nice deeeeick…~” Slurring her words, she barely had enough focus to look me in the eye. But she definitely had good aim for my dick. As she said those words, she poked it with a hoof, and I immediately jumped back.

“W-woah, hey now, I’m not taking advantage of a drugged mare! I refuse to!” Hey, I had morals. Momma always said that she’d slice off my lower half if I raped a girl, and this was technically just that.

“No, no, no… Get, get your ass over here, think of the good feeeeels! Think of them, y-you could… Lemme suck you… Kn-know what? Let’s just, just fuck.”

I took my sweet ass time apparently, and that just made her get impatient, so she yanked my tail, and positioned me accordingly. I wasn’t gonna look, having not been touched in God knows how long, I was just too embarrassed to. Think it mighta made things worse though, as I felt something wet brush up against the tip, and I let out a noise.

“U-Uh, what’cha… Doing?” I asked her.

And just like that, my question was answered, when she forced it as far as she could take it, and added a sort of suction. “Jesus fu—“

That kind of motion went on for a while, occasionally her tongue would hit a real sensitive spot, and immediately I’d seize up and bend over the bed, shivering and grunting to myself. For a woozy, unfocused, slurry drunk, she was good at this. Amazing, I might even say.

After a time, I felt my underside spasm, and I fell on top of Ghostly, sighing and panting loudly. “Y-you… woah…”

She swallowed it all. Man, none of my past girlfriends even tried to, they didn’t even get far enough for it to get up in there in the first place.

“Flux, bro. Fuck meeeee!”

And with that, I did, for two rounds, until I was rubbed raw and she was sore as hell. I passed out next to her, under the sheets, after looking at the clock.

3:37 AM.