The silent ones

by Gamel_Lightshow

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Sad, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Sex
Length: 3097

Silence is virtue. You do not need to speak to feel. You do not need to speak to show expression. You do not need to speak to love. So take a look one of the. or as everyone calls them the silent ones.

This is a foalcon, futa, and petting, I think that's what it's called, so yea if you don't like those things I wouldn't suggest reading it but even if you don't like that read it any way to torture yourself.
Blank is what people call him. His real name is. He works with. and others like himself. Both male and female versions of. makes every pony happy whether they know it or not. Blank or. has obligations to fulfill that he will not mess up.

Published 2013-12-08 21:40:05 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-08 21:40:05 UTC

The one without a name

It was Autumn. The leaves had just began changing colors. The brilliant green has began to shift to a bright red, rusted orange, a lemony yellow, and a sickly yet appealing purple. Brown leaves clung to the street and sidewalk in a very unorganized manner. Even with the unkempt leaves lying about they too had a beauty that only a few would be able to understand.The crisp air was as cold as expected, yet it still carried an up like feeling that made my entire being feel so warm on the inside.

I brush a few leaves out of my path, not our of cleanliness but out fun. I imagine myself as a giant helping the people, leaves, find their home.

I hum a song sung by the others to myself as I enjoy my time. Truly I would have made my destination earlier but today was different. Today seems better than the other. The weather was perfect and only small clouds drift across the sky which the pegasi, I assume, sleep on as they tend to be lazy during the fall days.

Around this time a lot of ponies would be out as well but for reasons unknown only few littered the streets with me. I don't care much for words when the those stallions and mares passed by.

By the time I made my destination the sun has dipped greatly and the temperature has lowered while the wind picked up to more than its once gentle breeze; The clouds, that were once few, now start to cover the sky with their darkness. It seemed a night shower was in store.

I walk down the walk way towards the home of the mayor. Everyday this is my destination due to a promise. I've never been surprised by my promises. Never.

As always one of the maids greets me at the door.

"After noon Blank!" She says a great big smile on her face.

Her features, like so many of the others, is worn down but still manages to look appealing to the eye. Even her voice, that has suffered from so much, still manages to keep her light happy voice. She seems so happy but from what I have seen so many times I know she is and is not.

I nod my head to her in greeting returning her smile. It's the only pleasantry for me to give due to who I am. She, like all the others, understand.

I walk in into the polished wooden house I've marveled at all these years. The same fancy atmosphere still leaves me breathless some days, though today was just an average day.

"Lilly is in bed right now awaiting you arrival." She says sounding chipper than she did outside.

Perhaps it was the cold sense it does make ponies a bit bitter, but tis be the curse of the windigos. The cold beasts still have the horrible effect on every pony. Even on those that are nice to one another and care for one another.

I nod my head in understatement and walk up the giant red rugged stairs that seems to invites me to travel upwards.   Plus the giant painting of the mayor him self was a nice touch as well to hang at the very top of the first flight of stairs.

I take a right and walk along the lane of paintings of the mayor and her daughter. Even mains had pictures here and there yet in this house there were not pictures of everyone. Though if a picture of that one resident was taken she would've torn it apart by now.

I stop in front of a small door. Unlike the other doors that are made of dark wood this door is made of light yellow he wood. The door stood out just like the pony who made it bless his soul. It was shaven down to look plain and ordanry yet just by the way it was done could easily catch the eye of any pony, not for how it stands out but how well the craftmanship is.

I push open the never locked door. She used to have this locked twenty four seven,they said, yet I hardly believe that, but now she keeps it unlocked because of me. I walk into the candle lit room and have my nostrils invaded by the aroma of flowers. Something I've grown used to.

"Is that you Blank?"

Blank... A name given to me by them. My real name is.  Cause I really am. As everyone that is a. Or silent one as they say.

I tap my hoof on the ground twice to let her know she was indeed right. I could make her out slowly rising from under all her quilts and comforters  she slept under. it wasn't the fact she got cold but do to the messes she accumulates every now and again more often than not sense it began. I still feel sorry for the pony who has to wash all of this but tis the life as a maid I always assumed.

Her form is rather big for a foal. some ponies can almost mistake her for a teenager just from her size alone. Her young teens are more accurate which made my first visit more dreadfully embarrassing when I guessed her age. She really is a nice pony. She treats me well, cares about me, she has even offered me to stay with her but I turned her down because of who and what I am.

"I'm so happy to see you~!"

Her voice, though I've heard it a million times and wish to hear it a million more, still sends shivers down my back. Yet weak it still carries int eh large room with its sensualness. She even has a way to long out words that if you did not see her would make you think you were talking to a beautiful vixen, but even they would be vexed by the way she talks. I remember the first I heard the voice. I thought that some sultry mare was talking for her under the bed as a joke but now I know better and pray she never leaves this place, shameful of me to say, so I may be the only one to hear such beauty speak.

I nod my head and make my way across the dim room. Stepping over her toys and such items that would make any stallion or even mare gasp. Thought I ignore such things for it is my job and promise after all to ignore such explicit things. I've always told myself ' what she does with her free time is none of my business.'

I sit to the right of her bed where a cushion, or my cushion, rests at from last time and all the times before. She looks down at me with her pale but mystifying periwinkle eyes that hold so much sincerity yet I know there is mischievous and things never thought of to be within such a small figure in there too. Her white snow like coat and her small white horn would, of course, make you see a young cute unicorn foal that one day would be the most beautiful mare that every stallion would want. Again shameful as it may be of me I enjoy that she shelters herself away from the world but yet wish she did not.

She rubs my head with a hoof such as a pony would a dog. I tap my front leg as a dog would with his hind one to show I enjoyed being petted. I hear the tap tap against the heavy bed sheets from her weak hooves and quickly take my position, after moving many of the quilts and comforters, back till only one covered her lower half.

I look at her chest that's slightly caved in and the coat mostly fluffed as well as paler than the fur on her face. I pity her and all that she goes through yet I still try to convince her to take a step out doors, though lately I start to question why I want to leave here, but she always and still refuses. I guess that's is why I made the promise.

She scratches under my chin and motions for me to lie on my back. Of course I comply. I lie there on my back fore hooves to my chest and hind legs open leaving everything to her.

"Good puppy." She coos to me.

I've always bee good at acting. Though it never turned into my cutie mark, but still have always relished the moments when i do something good. It made the days better.

He fore hooves make quick work of my belly rubbing always smiling at me. I let my tongue hang out the right corner of my mouth and lightly pant shaking my right hind leg all the while. It kept up for only seconds as I felt her left hoof drift, as it always does, to my crotch as her right hoof now holds me in place by my belly.

I do my best to keep the dumbfound dog look, naturally, as her left hoof grazes across my sheath side to side playing with it like one of her many toys. Even though you would expect a warm hoof from her touch it was still colder than ice yet it still sends a luke warm shiver through my entire body making me pant even more while at the same time making my small, but cute as she says, prick come forth from its sheath.

I whimper almost like a dog, years of practice, as she fondles my balls making the small one more profound in its erectness.

"Aw~! You found a bone for me!" She says letter her hoof slowly rub up from my balls to the very tip of my flared prick in its full six or five inches, never bothered to measure it, and begins to rub around the head of it gripping with her cold hoof every so often, "But its so small! Don't worry I'll give you a bigger one to snack on~."

Her suggestive even more sultry and lewd tone voice fills me with such lust. I obey every word and hang onto every word parting from those soft lips. Her voice is almost like a soft musical in my ears making my head fuzzy. Her hoof slowly rubs up and down me. I feel her shift and feel her cold left hoof leave my prick in the air along with her other hoof leaving me colder than before.

She moves the covers to reveal her whole body. A stallion hood stood proud bigger than mine and maybe bigger than any stallion. One would wonder how she kept this monstrosity hidden from the world with its ten inch glory. I only saw the long think pink flesh as my treat, my bone.

"Hehe~ You look so happy to see your treat."

I had a sly wolf grin plastered on my face as her pre runs down her unnatural growth. It looks so tasty, even though I already knew it was, so I lean in and lick from where the pre was,half way down her girth, to the very tip while I go back down to where I was and repeat the process several times gaining a few moans from her. The taste of her was something sweet and tangy yet with a bunch more assortments. I find myself suckling on her flared tip for more.

I find her placing a hoof on the back of my head easing me down on her cock as I roll my tongue around it trying to fit it, though I should be used to it, inside of my mouth. I could feel my jaw expanding again around her fat girth pulsating with heat and her every growing need to fuck something she can fit her pick inside of.

"Hehe~ You just love your bone don't you." She says withering in the pleasure I was bring to her.

I would answer but being the colt I am and my mouth if full with something very delicious. It wouldn't be gentle stallion of me. Plus I was savoring the sweet pre that was flowling out as well as the natural taste of her prick sucking on her length as I get three inches into my mouth starting to work it down my throat.

I slide down till I feel the ring press against my lips and the "bone" is mostly engulfed into my throat where my tongue is skillfully playing over it leaving no part of her warm fleshy prick untasted. Soon the hunger that has been growing in my stomach is fulfilled as she grabs my head to hold me in place cumming down my throat and into my stomach her girth expanding a bit. I really wanted to taste it too but its not about my needs. It never has been.

I slide up on her prick as her grip loosens and start bobbing my head wanting to suck a bit more out. She moans out load telling me to eat my bone all up. I wanted to to. The very fruity tasting sperm was making the sucking, licking, and bobbing all the easier. I would start to go down and she would drive upwards with her hips slamming the growth down my throat. Soon she grabs my head and starts slamming it up and down her shaft fucking my face with ferocity.

"Bad boy! Get me off faster!" She yells brutally fucking my face.

I whimper around the cock in my throat sending pleasure down her cock, I can tell by the way she withers, and she starts cumming while fucking my face slowly filling up my mouth while cumming into my stomach again. At some point the medical ring made it past my lips and I was taking more than usual but it was fine because it was great. I slide the prick out of my mouth with a loud, wet, and satisfying pop. I turn around and leave my ass in the air moving my tail out of the way.

I hear her get up.

"Oh~ I guess your other mouth is hungry too~!" She says pocking my asshole with her magnificent equine cock.

Unlike the other races equine cocks always had a certain way of being filling. She slowly slides herself within me sighing as if she was returning it back to its resting place. She slides all ten inches into me and leans over me nibbling on my ear and whispering sweet nothingness into my ear before rearing back and slamming into my ass. She tell me how my other mouth seems so hungry today how it just tears away at her bone.

My body couldn't lie about how hungry it was. I begin to thrust my ass against her as she sits more up grabbing my small waist and starts slamming me into her. Her prick, mostly inside of me, was starting to get bigger and I knew she was getting closer to her climax. My neglected under carriage was also ready to blow my other mouth being abused  so by such a beautiful mare.

"Ah~ Such a good boy~!" She screams in ecstasy as she slams deep into my bowl exploding her load that quickly fills it up as a little bit starts to leak out.

To think I once thought was the end of it. But it was just the beginning every time.

"Now take more my lovely puppy~!" She says starting up again reaching around to pull me back by my chest to fuck me harder and faster filling the room full of the sound of her thighs meeting my ass and the wet perverted sound of her spunk squelching in my hole. She was giggling like made telling me how much she wants to fill my ass up till I beg for her to stop. She knew I couldn't beg or ask her to stop so she always meant forever but nothing ever lasts forever.

It goes on like this for hours till she is exhausted and yanks out of my very abused hole shooting a few loads on my ass mixing the white with my gray like coat. I lay panting my head pressed hard against the sheets arms,legs, and my entire body feeling like jelly but my stomach and ass felt so warm and full. I had made a puddle of spunk bellow me but her puddle was much more bigger. He enormous growth was slowly sliding back into its four inch sheath. I still wonder how such a large prick has such a sheath.

I push it to the side of my head as I get up and move the covers to soak up the mess and cover her shaking form. I kiss her cheek and walk out of the room but as always something nags at me to stay but I push forward out the room where the nagging stops. The maid from before or at least another maid, they all look the same now and days, is waiting for me outside with a towel. She smiles at me that same smile all the others have and wipes off my flank and sheath. She helps me walk back to the door as I gain energy walking towards it.

"Well she is much more pleased than yesterday."

I nod my head with a smile of my own. I always make her feel like that. I try my hardest too being the best obedient puppy I can be. I salute off to her letting her know I'm leaving.

"it's becoming harder to leave you know." The maid says once again different from the other two.

Red, brown, and now green. The coats were always different between each visit and changed a lot while I'm here as well. The first time I thought it was more than one mare but now.

I take a deep breath through my nostrils and nod my head in sympathy.

"Still no?"

I give a simple nod before making my way for the front gate that surrounds this manor. I walk through and back the way I came when the sun was in the air. I once again hum the song that the others sing and think off the rest of the ones I need to see tomorrow and tonight as well.