Probed

Nine walked about the ship with Octavia in tow. "So...you came here before?"

Octavia glared at the dour clone. "I'd really rather not talk about it." Octavia rushed past Nine with a flip of her mane.

Nine rolled his eyes and kept on after her. "Well...you came back...and you don't want to talk about it.... So I'm just gonna assume you enjoy taking it up the ass."

Octavia stopped dead in the hall, causing the dull clone to bump into her. She turned slowly around with a look of death on her face. "I'm sorry...what was that?"

Nine gave the angry mare a dim look. "You don't scare me.... I said you enjoy taking it up the ass. All the gooey slime filling your backside...bet it gets you excited just thinking about it. I bet you love the way it fills you up...warms your insides and tenderizes your hot squishy flesh." Nine cracked a dull smile. "But...that's just my assumption...and I never trust assumptions."

Octavia whipped her tail around angrily and daintily kicked Nine in the shin. "Ruffian."

"Uh huh...so...you hungry? I'm hungry...so...you wanna grab something?" Nine asked as he rubbed his rough chin.

Octavia let out a defeated sigh. "That sounds...lovely. I don't- one day I need you to teach me how you do that?"

"Do what?" Nine asked as he stopped rubbing his chin and leaned against a wall.

Octavia let out a soft grunt. "That. That...indifference."

"Oh. That. Just stop caring." Nine picked up Octavia, tucking her against his shoulder and started off towards the kitchen. "I mean...I used to care...sticking gooey slime into pony butts...probing mares until they couldn't walk straight...watching stallions buckle as the suction nearly plucked their cocks off. ...Better times."

Octavia felt a warm tingle run through her body as she became extremely aware of Nine's fingers digging into her coat. "I'm sorry, but you are just...fascinating."

Nine nodded. "Is that your way of saying you're turned one? Cause...you're kinda damp already."

"What!?" Octavia yelped as she shoved her tail between her legs. "I am not!"

After some careful shifting Nine revealed the small wet spot on his side. "That's vagina...." He pulled the fabric to his nose and gave it a sniff. "Yep...that's definitely vagina."

Octavia grew red and started sputtering. "I- It's not my fault!"

Nine shook his head. "I've been covered in jizz, fem cum, slime, goo, blood, embryonic fluid, anal discharge, just about anything you can think about involving the body."

Octavia locked up as she looked past Nine's shoulder. "Embryonic fluid?"

Nine and Octavia finally reached the mess hall. He met Twelve at the counter and ordered some soup for each of them. "Sure thing dude, I'll get it too you in a second, dude."

Nine nodded and carried Octavia to a booth. He set her down and leaned back into the seat. "Yeah...embryonic...goo. We've been her a long time. Back when me and one worked together I had to deliver a foal." Nine rubbed the back of his neck. "That was...two hundred years ago?"

Octavia slumped back into her seat and looked around the mess hall. "Two hundred years? How bloody old is this place?"

"Dudes, soup." Twelve dropped a pair of bowls with some bread in front of the pair. "Vegetable soup for the lady dude." Twelve grew self-conscious of his tick and hurried off. "Enjoy...dudes...."

Nine hurried to his soup as Octavia waited for an answer. "Number Nine, how old is this place?!"

Nine held up a finger as he quickly downed the soup. "Wait...wait...wait...." Nine finished off the bowl and slammed it down. "Damn...that's good. Uh...only One knows that for sure."

Octavia joined Nine, daintily sipping the magnificent vegetable soup. "One of what?"

Nine shook his head. "No...number One." Nine licked his chops as a loud yelling filled the air. "He's been around since the start."

"No, I don't know how to fix it!" Ten stormed through the mess hall and out the other end.

Twenty trailed after him. "I don't care, we're not waking him up!"

Nine shook his head. "Double digits...always come out weird."

Octavia stared at the clones as they continued to argue. "I'm sorry...but just how many of you are there?"

Nine tapped the table with his ring finger. "Uh...fifty? On immediate standby One through Twenty. The other forty are on our old planet." Nine looked behind him. "Speaking of which...we need to get this shit under control...." Nine cracked a dim smile. "You wanna meet the geneseed?"

Octavia let out a soft sigh as she slid out of the booth and onto her hooves. "Well, seeing as I don't know what that is, it does sound rather intriguing, so...shall we?"

Nine returned the now empty soup bowls to Twelve and carried Octavia towards the storage area. Along the way a blue maned unicorn wobbled through the halls and into Nine's leg. "Dude...sorry...I can't really feel my-- Octavia! There you are. I thought you were gonna wait for me."

Nine looked down at the goo covered mare. "Just got probed?"

Vinyl Scratch nodded stupidly. "The dude had to do it by hand...I feel so special!"

Nine shook his head and scooped the tender mare up and hoisted her across his free shoulder. Vinyl let out a sloopy cheer as Nine's hand cradled her backside. "Dude...I feel like a princess...."

"Then perhaps you could stop saying dude...."

"Dude!?" A stellar voice rang out behind Nine. Twelve quickly overtook him and stopped him in the hall. "Dude?"

"Dude?" Vinyl asked as Nine realized what Twelve wanted.

Nine quickly handed the club mare to Twelve. "Dude!"

"Right!?" Vinyl asked, just going along with Twelve's insanity. "Like totally dude!"

"Dude...you get me, like...totally dude." Twelve started off towards the kitchen once again. "So...dude, you want some lunch?"

"Dude, heck yes!"

"Huh." Octavia mumbled to herself. "They actually work quite well together."

"That's why I gave her to him. He's actually one of the most proper people you'll ever meet, but...he has this brain thing." Nine explained as he carried Octavia towards the storage area.

"He perpetually says dude?"

"Yep." Nine deadpanned as he stepped into the elevator and set Octavia down. "You deal with the same thing?"

Octavia shook her head left to right. "Eh...more or less. She says totally a bit too frequently. But I think that's just her."

"Indeed." Nine noted as the elevator door opened, revealing a line of open pods. All open and clear expect for the biggest at the end of the hall. "Octavia Melody...."

Octavia jumped upright. "How do you know my last name!?"

"It's time to meet the geneseed." Nine walked briskly to the final pod and started the release sequence. "Number One."

Octavia stood back as a plume of steam escaped the machine. "So...is he nice?"

Nine rubbed his chin. "Depends.... You'll see soon enough I guess...."

With a final ear piercing screech the metallic pod door swung open.

ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL

With a final hiss I lurched out of the pod and onto my knees. My vision blurry from my extended sleep. "One...you okay?" A familiarly groggy voice snapped me into reality. I shot upright and latched on to the nearest clone.

"I don't know which one you are, why you let me out, or where I am, but you are my greatest ally, and I love you." I pulled the blurry gray blob against my lips and gave it the deepest kiss I could muster. "Thank you...Thank you so much!"

"Uh...One...that's not me...."

I took a moment to clear my eyes and found myself face to face with a gray pony, blushing heavily and trying to pull away. "Holy shit!" I let go of her collar and stumbled back. "I am so sorry!"

The mare took a step back and turned away. "It's...well...that's certainly an entrance."

I quickly found a gloved hand in front of my face. "Sir...need a hand?"

I cleared my eyes once again and spotted Nine staring down at me. "Nine, Nine I love you!" I took his hand and got to my feet. I pulled him into a hardy hug and latched onto him. "Nine...you were always my favorite!"

Nine let out a soft laugh. "Yep...." Nine helped me over to the wall and propped me up against it. "Wait here. One, this is Octavia Melody. Someone very interested to and...." Nine walked behind the bowing mare and nodded. "Extremely excited to meet you."

Octavia grew a little red and held her hoof out. "A pleasure...."

I stared at her and tentatively took her hoof as Nine wandered off. "Uh...yeah.... Sorry about, you know. Things got a little tense back there."

Octavia giggled slightly as I released her hoof. "Oh...don't apologize.... I...I'm sorry is it hot in here?"

I shook my head at her clumsy advances. Nine quickly brought a radio over and tossed it to me. I took it in hand and brought it to my ear. I moved the amorous mare away from my screaming area and let rip my rage. "Attention, attention! This is One, I am reassuming command from here on in! And Twenty, I know you can hear this.... I'm back bitches...." I turned off the radio and dropped it. "Fucking nailed it...."

"Yes sir." Nine said as he hoisted me on his arm. "I'll take care of it okay?"

I slumped into his arms. "Yeah...thanks.... I need...a nap."

Octavia let out a soft cough as Nine helped me towards the elevator. "Can I...can I come too?"

I rolled my neck and turned to Nine. "Does she want sex?"

Nine shrugged and looked over to Octavia. "Is it about sex?"

"What!? No- maybe...not right now...." Octavia relented. "So...is that a yes?"

I shrugged and lurched out of Nine's grip and into the elevator. "If you don't mind being a pillow...."

Octavia nodded and followed me. "So long as you don't mind me asking questions." Things grew quiet as the elevator lifted us up. "So...thank you for the ki--"

"Not...now. I just need a quick nap...then we can talk, okay?"

Octavia nodded despondently. "I understand...."

I tuned out the world as I drifted to a sudden sleep on the wall of the elevator.