Author's Note

That's all folks. Sorry, but I'm drawing it here. This is what I got for ya, it's not a good ending, its not even into the reason why ya'll are here, but its what I got.

Cancelled.

NEXT GEN: Straps

Nineteen and Daring walked up to the large clearing where the ship had landed. The massive square hulk was parked in the plains just outside Appleloosa, and sure enough the ponies there, eager from the stories told by Ponyville ponies, were lined up around the few human frames that sat dotted around the crowd. Nineteen tossed his hands up. "Good morning bitches! I come bearing the yoke of pony civilization!"

A few of the metal armored women looked over towards the madman, a few rifles settled on him in seconds. But with the slow lowering of a hand, the rifles pulled away and a woman with a red patch and no helmet walked over to Nineteen. "Oh great, it was you."

Nineteen smiled wide and scooted Daring into the crowd. "Hey there Haskell."

Haskell tried to kick Nineteen between the legs, barely stopped by a quick set of hands on the knee. "Nineteen...glad you remember how to block."

Nineteen smiled wide and stepped back. "Oh yeah, no, I remember each time you try that."

Haskell nodded. "So, where's the rest of your little prober friends?"

Nineteen shrugged. "Hell if I know--"

Daring looked up at the angry faced woman. "They left him here."

Haskell stared down at Daring, then quickly shifted up to meet Nineteen. "Wow, so you are really incompetent, aren't you?"

Nineteen shrugged. "Me? No, the others, mostly yes."

Haskell shook her head. "It makes sense that one defective clone would yield more defective clones--"

"Yeah and it would make sense that space women would hunt for men of their own species, not procreate with whatever species they find! Horsefucker!" Nineteen pushed Haskell away, keeping a hand on her breast even after she stumbled back. Nineteen started to snicker. "Oh man, Haskell I love you, and horses."

Haskell shoved the clone back. "I take it--"

"Oh yeah, ask Daring." Nineteen pointed to Daring, specifically to her ass. "Made that compass thing bounce in front of some asshole that kept harassing her. Nothing like teabagging while making pussy bounce."

Haskell cocked an eyebrow, her half shaved head cocked as well. "Eloquent as always. But, that begs the question, why are we--"

"You know why we're speaking. Now, show me to the machines!" Nineteen reached over and grabbed Daring, lifting her up over his head. "I'm gonna help."

"Oh no no no--"

Nineteen hefted Daring back. "You can either let me help, or I can sneak into your ship and eat all your potatoes, again."

Haskell shook her head. "Nineteen, you-- wait, that was you!?"

Nineteen shrugged and rested Daring's stomach against his head. "Look, you gonna let me help or not?" Nineteen looked around. "You've got more willing subjects then staff, I guarantee."

Haskell sighed loudly and rubbed her face. "If I let you, will you promise to not sexually harass the science teams?"

Nineteen stared at Haskell. "...I promise to try."

Haskell rolled her eyes and pointed to the ramp. "I take it you can--"

Nineteen turned sideways and leaned Daring towards Haskell. "Lesbian kiss."

Daring ended up bumping muzzles against Haskell's forehead. The two leaned away as Nineteen swung back around. Daring wiggled around, "Nineteen...stop it."

"See, even the native is tired of you!"

Nineteen dropped Daring around his shoulders. "Fine, I'm gonna go fill this pony full of goo. And I'm gonna steal your fucking panties!" Nineteen turned to the massive ramp in a huff. Slowly he waded through ponies, picking out a few to follow him inside. "You, you've got a nice color. You, with the hat, butt fuck time! Slut in the space armor, come on--"

"Fuck you!"

Nineteen shrugged. "Guess I should stick to ponies...." Nineteen grabbed a random pony by the hat and hurried inside. A small herd of around four or five followed him up and into the massive entry of the ship. "Heyo bitches, gonna get fucked today!"

The herd did a bashful cheer and followed the madman towards a small hall. "So who's going first? I vote Daring."

The hick ponies behind him didn't say a thing, all of them too lost in the spectacular white halls, so perfect and unmarked that without Nineteen many would simply get lost in the two way corridor. Daring watched the ponies meander behind her. "I don't think they care."

Nineteen shrugged. "Then what do you think? You wanna watch that stallion with the hat? See...gender diversity and all that shit!"

Daring peeked ahead of Nineteen as they reached a room specifically labeled introductory probing. "I-- oh."

Nineteen hurried over. "What oh-- oh.... I see." Nineteen licked his lips and bit his tongue. "Oh wow, they have different attachments too! Oh my god, we got fucking screwed working for One!" I ran up to the perfect silver table, phallic attachments for the machine sitting on a cart nearby.

Daring made sure the ponies found their way in and hurried up to the table. "So I guess I'm first."

Nineteen let out a strange, guttural, whine. "I'm gonna die, I think I did die." He slumped over the table. "Oh god...the straps go inside the machine when it's not on. Why the fuck did we not have superior strap technology!? This is bullshit!" He slammed his fist into the machine. "Pfffffff, oh well. Girls are gonna want their data, and I love watching your asshole get fii-- fuu-- balls!" Nineteen pressed a button and watched as a long flexible tube braced by a metal arm and capped off in a small rubber plug forced their way out of the machine.

Daring flew up and stood on the table. "Uh, it's just a plug."

Nineteen slowly breathed in through his nose. "They have multi-tiered scanning processes.... This is...this is step one of like five for basic scans." A tear slowly rolled down Nineteen's face. "Oh machine, where were you my entire life?"

Daring poked Nineteen's head with her hoof. "Uh, should you--"

"Don't talk...." Nineteen laid against the machine as the ponies crowded around. "... Alright...assume the position." Nineteen started walking around to a small desk in the corner while Daring spread her legs and braced herself. Nineteen let out a long sigh and started up the table. "Multipul species settings for base forms. Padded straps, fucking assclowns!" He stood up and hurried over to Daring. "Well...consolation mare I suppose."

Daring's legs locked deep into the machine, a strange vibrating sensation shooting up through the underside of her hooves. "Uuuuuuh, this feels weird!"

Nineteen walked around to Daring's backside. "Good weird? Because I can make it good weird." Nineteen pulled the cork down behind Daring's ass. "Alright, tail up."

Daring lowered her head as her legs locked up, slowly turning to jelly as the vibrating restrains turned her muscles to mush. "I don't...thinking...everything buzzy."

Nineteen shrugged and snuck his face up under Daring's tail. Tongue met tail hole for a few moments. Nineteen wiggled himself around Daring's ass for a few moments before pulling back. "Alright, ready to be corked."

Daring lowered her head even further, her hat dipping off and rattling against the floor. "Brain bugging fuzzy, I don't, words."

Nineteen smiled wide as Daring went slack. "Aw...we do suck compared the the space lesbians...." He laughed solemly and pulled the cork behind Daring. "