Probed

"Dude, it's dark as balls out here." Twelve noted to himself as he wandered around the forest One had dropped him off in. "Dude, was not a good idea to just go with a flashlight...dumb dude, dumb."

Twelve walked calmly through the forest, shining his flashing ahead of him and humming to himself. "Hmmm oh, dude, baby how you make me crazy, hmmm, dude, baby how you make me-- Ah fuck!!" Twelve screamed loudly as a large creature nearly bashed his skull. "Dude, the fuck was that!?"

Twelve swung his flashlight around like mad as he started to panic. "Dude I'll club you to death you try anything!"

"Hi." A soft voice came from above the clone, making him jump and throw his arms out, bashing his elbow into a tree.

"Fuu- dude...ow." Twelve fell to his knees as he rubbed his elbow. "Why would you do that, dude!?" He slowly looked around and found a strange looking pony standing infront of him. "Dude...don't fucking do that...." He curled up and clutched his flashlight to his chest. "My heart dude hurts...."

"Hey yeah so...I kinda need that." The pony demanded calmly as she tried to dig her hoof under Twelves arm. "I need your light stick...now...like...now, right now, give it to me."

"Dude, what?" Twelve asked as he pushed the soft haired pony away. "What the hell?!" He flashed the light in the pony's eyes, making her lock up and go wide eyed. Twelve started looking over the strange pony. "Dude, the heck are you?"

The pony was drooling slightly as she stared into the light, pawing lazily with her hoof as she tried to get closer. Twelve moved the light, snapping the strange pony back to reality. "Hey...I was watching that."

"Dude...you were watching a light?" Twelve asked as he covered the flashlight, letting a few narrow slits of light illuminate the strangely furry pony. "What the heck are you, dude?"

The pony followed the light as Twelve moved it around. "Special...pony...moth...."

Twelve scratched his cheek. "Moth dude?"

"Can you give me that bucking light yet?" The moth pony demanded as she pressed her front hooves against Twelve's legs. "Seriously, just give me the light stick."

Twelve looked at the flashlight in his hands, quickly uncovering it and watching as the furry necked pony went docile and stared at the light. "I uh...so...I love you pretty light...." The pony mumbled to herself as she went head to head with the light. "Pretty...."

"Dude, that can't be good for you." Twelve flicked off the light. "Oh man, either I get to sit here in the dark or you get to go blind. Dude, that sucks."

"So...you gonna put the light back on?" The moth pony asked as she tapped Twelve's leg. "I'm sure we can work something out alien thing." The moth pony jammed her hoof into Twelve's stomach. "Uh...that's...where's your dick?!"

Twelve winced as the moth pony searched for his wang, managing to only jab him in the gut instead. "Stop, dude, stop!" Twelve dropped the flashlight and grabbed the strange mare's hooves. "Dude, Jesus that hurt." Twelve stood up and found the flashlight. "One's gonna wanna see you...so...wooo, dude." Twelve turned on the flashlight, catching the mare's attention and leading her slowly back to the ship. "Come on dude, come on, watch the rock."

The moth pony took to her wings and flew slowly after the dazzling light. She muttered to herself and flew expertly despite her unwavering eye contact with the light.

As Twelve walked carefully back to the ship he put the light in a tree and waited for the strange pony to get close. With her transfixed by the light he quickly walked around and grabbed the strange creature. "Whaaa- no!" The moth screamed as she kicked and tried to pull herself free. "No no no no no!"

"Dude, calm- down!" Twelve suffered through a barrage of hooves before biting the mare.

"No-" The mare locked up as Twelve kept a solid grip on her neck, not enough to peirce the skin but just enough to let her know she was caught. "Can't- ove...."

Twelve slowly released his oral grip and gave the mare the light. With the flashlight snugly between the moth's hooves, shining up into her eyes, she went completely docile and let Twelve carry her towards the ship. "Pretty light...."

One sat on the ramp. A large blanket around him and two other ponies. "Dude One, check it out!" Twelve bounced the brainless mare in his arms. "It's like a bug thingy!"

One and the ponies he was with just stared at him. "Twelve...that's great...but...she killed Phileas, she fucking ripped his head off...."

"Dude...what?"

Rose peeked out of the blanket. "She hugged the dolphin so hard the head popped off!"

Lyra squeaked from her curled up place beneath One's arm. "And then the sex happened...the sad, I just murdered a stuffed animal, sex...."

Twelve cringed hard. "Dudes...are you okay?"

"I think she fractured my hip." One mumbled frightfully.

Rose buried her eyes into the blanket. "I tasted princess cum...I never wanted this."

Lyra didn't talk. Twelve, growing curious, asked, "And uh...mint green dude?"

One covered her with the blanket. "She got...uh...they touched horns...and then something else with horns."

"I don't want to talk about it." Lyra moaned as she nestled against One. "Never clean again...."

"Uh...so dude, you want me to...like...probe this thingy?"

"Twelve...you can keep that thing if you want...I don't even care right now."

Twelve looked at the moth mare in his arms. "Um...pet moth pony.... Neat, I guess, dude." Twelve contemplated keeping the mare for himself. He could certainly do it, the way she was transfixed and subdued by a flashlight.

Twelve carried the mare towards his room, walking past a moaning stallion as a vigorous probing session tenderized his cock and ass. Twelve peeked into the room. "Dude, that's gay." he joked to the clone behind the machine.

With his stupid joke made, Twelve walked down the freshly cleaned hall and into his modest quarters. "Moth mare dude?"

The moth mare was completely out of it, staring intently at the light. Twelve dimmed his room light and shut the flashlight off. "Wuagh?" The mare asked as she rubbed her eyes. "What happened, where's the light?"

Twelve stared at the cream colored moth and sat on his bed. "Dude moth, you are freaky looking."

"Where's the light?"

"So...dude moth, you like light?"

The moth nodded. "We can be friends if you want...but I want the light. Please? We can talk if I have light."

Twelve reached under his bed and pulled out a glowing ball. "Hey, check this out, dude." Twelve hit the ball and made it glow and pulse. He handed the less intense light to the moth, making her squeal and cheer as she held the glowing ball in her hooves.

"I don't know what you are, I don't know your name, but I love you. Bringer of pretty lights...I love you." She carried the ball against her chest fluff with her left hoof and walked over to Twelves bed. "I think...I can talk like this...."

Twelve watched the moth pony hop up next to him and stare into the light. "Dude, so you like...you like light I guess?"

The moth looked up at Twelve with a smile. "It's pretty, so thanks." She slid over against Twelve's hip. "So...what are you light bringer?"

Twelve tentatively put his arm around his new friends. "Dude, I'm not a light bringer, I'm just some guy named Twelve!"

The moth balanced the ball on her head and turned to Twelve. "You're name's a number? That's no fun. My name's cool, you should have a cool name. Like light bringer!"

Twelve grew slightly self continuous as he realized just how generic he was. "I mean...I guess. But I've always been Twelve!"

The moth stared at him. "Dude, my name's Connie. Like the tree."

Twelve stared at the mare. "What's a connie tree?"

Connie scrunched up her muzzle. "I- like...like the piney ones!"

"Conifer trees?"

"Yeah, those things!" Connie bounced the flashing ball on her head. "Hey...so Light Bringer, you have anymore of these?"

Twelve rubbed the back of his neck. "Sure." Twelve grabbed a few more balls and tossed the flashing spheres around the floor.

Connie let out a shrill squeal as she dove into the mass of blinking balls. "I love you, I love you pretty light bringer!" Connie wiggled around and stared at the different colored lights and cooed. "Pretty blinking lights!"

Twelve sat back on his bed and laughed happily. "Dude, I'm probably supposed to probe you...gather moth data and stuff...but...that looks like fun." Twelve got off his bed and joined the moth mare on the floor. "Woooooo, dude!" Twelve joined in and bounced the balls around his rooms and joined in the colorful display of light.

Connie and Twelve sent the next few hours in a constant state of light shows and fraternity.