The Hunt for Hannik

I snapped awake. "Fucking pants!" I yanked my hands up, finding one handcuffed to a bedpost. "What the balls!? Where am I? ... What day is it?" I looked down my body, the guard's uniform I'd stolen replaced by absolutely nothing. "...Why am I naked?"

Emerald sighed loudly, drawing my attention across the clean white room, to a bed across from me. "Your friend brought us to town.... She stripped off your clothes so we wouldn't get caught for impersonation." She tugged at her foreleg, cuffed as well. "The gold is gone...."

I looked down at my cock laid against my side. "Hmm... she took it?" I looked around, the room we were bound in was far too nice. Clean white walls, modern furniture, minimalistic with a bit of a French flair to it. Gold trim lined everything, and the temperature was cool at worst. "Are we in a harem? You have those here don't--"

"Really?!" Emerald yanked on her cuff. "You know, prisons in Saddle Arabia usually end with death, not rape!"

"Hmm, that so?" I leaned back, resting my back against the ultra soft sheets I was laid upon. "You know...I think I'm going to marry that mare." I nestled deep into the pillow so carefully placed between my neck and the headboard. "Daring, I mean. I'm going to push that mare onto her knees, and I'm going to cuddle the fuck out of her."

Emerald yanked at her binds. "That's not the direction I thought you would take that...."

I nodded, looking towards the door. "I've yet to meet a mare that could tolerate me, let alone actually save me." I snuggled into the bed. "I mean-" I looked up at my hand, my wrist bound up by my old handcuffs, "-she used my own handcuffs on me." I started to laugh. "I mean, that's just mean. And I love it." I slid myself back, sitting upright in the bright white lounge. "Never had anyone toss my shit back, and she fucking did it in style!"

Emerald glared at me. "You're deranged."

"I know. But I have fun." I pulled at my cuffs, the sturdy pair with one major flaw. "And really, that mare.... I don't care if I die doing it, that mare is gonna say yes."

"We're fine." A sharp voice cut in, flooding the lounge with Daring's voice. "We're safe for a--"

"Daring, marry me!" I shouted, utterly sincere.

Daring peeked her head into the room, swinging around until she landed on me. "Uh... no."

"Alright, I'll ask again later!" I pointed to her with my free hand. "Gonna say yes one day, Daring, you wait! You'll say yes, and the kids will be beautiful!"

Daring stared at me, a single hoof raised into the air. "What were you two--"

"About how I'm going to marry you." I stated, puffing my cheeks out and laying flat. "Also, it's really sweet of you to use my old pair." I hung my cuffed hand in the air, the half trapped on the bedpost hanging loose. "Love ya."

Daring's hoof slowly fell to the ground. "...So you know they're broken?"

"Oh yeah." I pulled a sheet over my shins, keeping my groin uncovered. "You thought I'd leave someone trapped in the desert handcuffed to a pole? God...I'm not- I'm not that terrible in that regard." I shrugged. "Murder aside, that would be a bit terrible to leave someone to die like that. Just shoot him or som- him or her, or something."

Daring stood smack dab between our beds, staring at me, glaring. "Equal opportunity murder?"

"Equal opportunity murder, exactly." I smiled at her. "So... marry me?"

Daring shook her head. "Are you gonna stop?"

"I don't see you leaving!" I smiled at her. "You're just standing there, shoot me down, and it's making me so god damn hard." I sat back, letting my rod stand tall. "Daring...can I--"

"I'll bite that off--"

I felt a shiver run through my body. "Uuuuh, that was a disappointing." I shook myself hard, my cock already starting to droop. "Daring, you really can't talk to me like that. I need to keep some of my pants clean."

Daring's eyes narrowed hard. "Really? Are you screwing around or did you really--"

I laughed. "Almost like I pulled you into a tent just to get a shot at that body. Almost like I just proposed to you, and by the way I mean it, you say yes and I'll find a ring quick as shit."

Daring huffed. "Knock it off--"

I drew in a deep breath through my teeth. "You want me to be serious? I'm not fun when I'm serious." I slowly exhaled, letting myself sink into the bed. "I'm going to marry you, why? Because no mare before you has pushed back, so you shut your mouth and you tell me the plan."

The raven maned mare shook her head. "The plan? There is no plan. The artifact you stole is in the sultan's hooves, I'm going to ship you back to Equestria for trial, and--"

Emerald sighed loudly. "Which artifact?"

Daring slowly turned around. "Hawk's Nail."

Emerald hummed loudly, her green mane flipping softly. "Which sultan?"

Daring Do turned around, flashing me with her tight ass, her slit barely covered by a pair of panties that matched her coat. "Oh god...that plot...."

"Sultan Tanner." Daring flicked her tail, making me jump. "Why?"

Emerald laughed. "That probably wasn't a good idea.... You just handed control over the weather to a stallion who openly questioned the Great King." She shook her head. "This is why foreigners should stay behind their borders."

Daring locked up, her legs snapping apart before going rock solid. "What?"

Emerald's face was amazing, pulled up into an unimpressed frown. "You had to, help." She shook her head. "Civil war has been brewing for some years now, and with no pegasus and that artifact...you very well may have just installed a new Great King."

Daring's head slowly turned up. "No...."

"Saddle Arabia is a bit different from your bird fed homeland, yes?" Emerald smiled softly. "I suppose I'll find out, because I'm not staying for this." Emerald looked past Daring. "Hannik, your wife might have caused a war. How does that--"

"Rock hard!"

"Charming." Emerald laughed. "Hannik, do you know anyplace I could stay? I'd rather not sit around for a war, poor, left to fend for myself in the--"

"Oh--my--god! You can come live with me in prison!" I turned to Daring. "I mean...unless maybe we could undo this.... With the help of a few mares...maybe instal a dictator of my own...." I smiled, and I made sure it was obnoxiously wide. "I've always wanted to start a civil war! Oh this is so much fun, and, Daring, you made it all possible!"

A soft whimper flitted through the room. "Damn." Daring hung her head, her hat falling off and tapping loudly against the ground. "How long do we have?"

Emerald waved a hoof in the air. "I don't know, probably long enough to figure out how to run."

Daring sighed loudly and hobbled over to me. "Hannik...."

"Oh god...."

"I-"

"Yes!"

"-need-"

"Oh please!"

"-your-"

"I'm gonna cum!"

"-help."

Everything went black. I snapped back to in mere moments. "Oh...my god.... Did I just faint!?" I looked down at my lap, my cock damp, my sheets stained. "Yes! And yes, Daring, I'll help you take over Saddle Arabia."

Daring glared at me. "First off, I'm not taking over. Second, we just need to fix--"

"No!" I sat upright, my fingertips sticky. "We're picking sides, and we're gonna fucking save the god damn world!" I raised my cum splattered hand up. "Team...Emerald!"

Emerald leaned her head to the side. "Team me?"

"Sure. You wanna be a queen?"

Emerald rolled her eyes. "I think maybe we should start by getting somewhere safe, maybe save the plotting for later."

"Then someone find me some fucking pants! We're tear shit up!" I slid my legs off the bed, landing cold against a marble floor. "I'm so excited. Are you two excited? No? Probably not...what with the impending doom and what not."