Chapters Non Escape Artists 2: Who Wants To Break Free?!
Elegant eighteen, very nearly nineteen, and married for several months, the young unicorn mare reflected on the time spent with her husband so far. She hadn’t been as lucky as to be with child like her earth pony friend yet, nor a princess like her favourite pegasus, but her husband... nay, her master still loved her. She would be ready for when he got home from work, waiting to greet him by the front door. He was surprised the first few times, but had become accustomed to it since, so she had to change things up every now and then.
But it wasn’t always like this. No, it was in fact a two way street, and every now and then her husband would be at her beck and call, only referring to her as his mistress . Which was why, when he entered their Canterlot home, he would find her waiting not bound and gagged, but holding his collar in her hand.
She ran her fingers over the engraved tag hanging at the front, smiling sweetly as she looked over the words, 'SWEETIE BELLE'S PROPERTY', of which she had one of her own with her husband's name on it. A glance at the clock told her it was time, so she rose from her seat and approached the front door, collecting a crop as she went. The thought of her neighbours seeing did not worry her, as they had seen her answer the door to him in just stockings and suspenders before, putting it down to young love.
She saw a shadow through the window, waiting for the door to open. It did so, but her heart almost stopped when she saw extra figures appear in the frosted glass panel, and her husband’s voice made her ears twitch. “... she’s gonna love this! It’ll be a nice surprise to see you!”
“Ah’ll bet, sure has been awhile.”
“You got that right, Bloom.” The door swung open fully, revealing not only her husband, Spike the young dragon, but also Applebloom and Rumble, Scootaloo and Pipsqueak, and the two imposing forms of Arctic Halberd and Boreal Spear. All of them stared at her, her cheeks blushing wildly as her shock disappeared and she remember what covered her.
Sweetie Belle, to most an innocent and pretty young unicorn, stood clad in a tight red latex catsuit and red high heels, with a collar in one hand and a crop in the other. These items then clattered to the floor, the unicron giving a weak smile. “Uh… hi guys, and welcome to our home!” The other two mares moved in and hugged their friend, who returned the embrace with a sheepish smile. “Come into the longue, I’ll… um, just get presentable.”
“Why? Yer lookin’ good there, Sweets.” She could see Applebloom looking at her with some slight envy, her swollen stomach covered by a loose dress. Sweetie Belle was envious of her as well; it wasn’t that they weren’t trying, they just hadn’t met with success yet, but good things come to those who wait. “But yeah, Ah could do with resting mah feet. All o’ this extra weight an’ all.”
The three mares were followed by the four stallions and one drake, all taking a seat in the large room. Since their wedding, and finding jobs in the capital, Spike and Sweetie Belle had only seen their friends once or twice. Scootaloo, along with Pip, had been travelling to pegasus colonies, where nearly all ponies celebrated her arrival; there were a few that refused to even acknowledge her existence though. She didn’t care.
Applebloom, much to nopony’s surprise, had gotten more involved with the farm, but her brother and sister had begun to restrict her jobs as she progressed along. Rumble had gotten himself a job, which he kept a close secret… at least until Sweetie Belle flicked through a fashion magazine during a quiet period at The Crop; the red lingerie stood out against his light grey coat, and after pressing the matter during the subsequent trip to Ponyville, he revealed his role of modelling for Rarity’s ever growing business, taking every chance he could get to ensure his marefriend had what she needed. “So, Sweets, how’s the job?” The unicorn gave a giggle as she ran a hand over her catsuit, one of her own designs.
“It’s good, I get to try out the new stock, and Miss Velvet is teaching me things for at home.” She blew a kiss to Spike, who just grinned and grabbed a bottle of amber whiskey from the drinks cabinet at the side of the room, pouring it into three glasses; he knew Spear and Halberd wouldn’t drink whilst on duty. “Spike’s doing a good job at the castle, aren’t you, hon?”
“Yeah, the library became a mess after Twilight moved to Ponyville. It’s a wonder anypony ever finds anything.” The group had a small laugh, knowing how OCD the mare could get if things weren’t done properly. “So, Rumble,” the pegasus turned to Spike, accepting the glass, the other being passed to Pip. “Any more angry Applejack issues?”
“No, not really. I mean, I did have to avoid her for a few weeks, but it seems she’s calmed down now. What about you and Sweetie Belle?” Spike’s eyes briefly met the mare’s, who gave him a soft smile and nodded her head.
“We’re still trying. Getting some advice from the hospital, it’s apparently harder for a drake and a mare to conceive, but not impossible. They’ve, uh… given us some stuff that should help, but we haven’t tried it yet.” There was a sudden gasp, Sweetie Belle dashing from the room. Spike looked around and shrugged, following her, finding the mare looking deep within their fridge. “Sweets?”
“We haven’t got enough to feed everypony!” Giving a small chuckle, Spike wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. Pulling away, he grabbed a piece of paper and a quill, quickly writing something down, sending it away in a green flame immediately. “Spike?”
“If it’s not here in thirty minutes, it’s free.” Sweetie Belle went to head back to the others, but Spike stepped in front of her with a smirk, causing her to back away a little. “I haven’t had the chance to say it, but you look great.” Even though he had seen her in a variety of catsuits before, this current one was tailored by Velvet just for Sweetie Belle to measure, a fact Spike knew about but this was the first time seeing it. “Having said that, I’m pretty sure you don’t want to sit in it all evening. Why don’t you go get changed?” He gave a chuckle as she kissed his cheek, then stepped out of the way to let her pass, returning to the lounge where their friends waited.
“An’ what was that all about, huh?” Spike grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head, glancing at the group.
“Well… we kinda haven’t been for groceries for awhile, so didn’t have enough to go around. Thankfully, we get a discount at the local pizza store.”
“Will you please… sit… still!” Twilight stopped her fidgeting, Rarity heaving her umpteenth sigh in just under fifteen minutes. Glancing over at the pile of dresses upon the large bed, the white furred unicorn had a sudden strike of inspiration. She darted out of the room and started shouting at the castle staff moving through the corridors, leaving the lavender alicorn to shake her head with a giggle. It was a nice distraction, her friend spazzing out over something so simple, yet she was still apprehensive about the forthcoming evening; her first banquet where she would be the host. There was another giggle from her as a pair of large, muscular arms wrapped around her small frame from behind, followed by a kiss to the back of her neck.
“Everythin’ goin’ okay?” Pressing back against the familiar chest of her stallion, Twilight gave a small nod, reaching up and pulling Big Macintosh’s muzzle down, softly kissing his cheek. This turned more passionate as the mare spun around on her stool, wrapping her arms around his neck and tugging him lower, the stallion ending up kneeling on the floor as their lips parted, both of them panting for breath; it had been a few weeks since they had seen each other. “Feelin’ better now?”
“Much, thank you. It’s a shame we have to wait, all I’d have to do is shut the door and blame it on a sudden burst of alicorn magic.” Her horn glowed a cool lavender, the earth pony looking over his shoulder as the doors began to slowly close… at least until they were pushed back open by Rarity, who strode into the room with a triumphant grin. Then she noticed the couple in each other’s embrace. “Your timing is impeccable as always, Rarity!”
“Was our princess using sarcasm there? No matter, you are not meant to be in here!” Mac had barely any time to give Twilight a quick peck on the cheek before he was floated out of the room in Rarity’s magic, the door slamming shut after. Now that they were alone once more, Rarity walked back over to the stool, right to the alicorn and turned her to face the mirror. “Now, we already have a princess with the attitude of a pegasus, and I know you had a much better upbringing than she, poor dear, but she’s doing well from what I’ve heard. Right then, your mane… hold still, this should just take a moment.”
Having recently left the shower, Twilight’s mane was still slightly wet, which Rarity took full advantage of as she brushed it straight, then beginning the complicated process. Splitting Twilight’s mane, she brought two small groups under her ears and around to the back of her head, where she started to twist it gently with the rest of the lavender and pink strands of hair flowed. Once placed into a neat little bun, threading a couple of sticks into to keep it in place, then moved in front of Twilight. The last free bits of her mane brushed either side of her horn and straight over her face, where Rarity trimmed the hair down until Twilight’s fringe was just above her eyes. “I had no idea you had grown your mane out darling, but I think this will sit well with the dignitaries, don’t you?”
Turning to face the mirror, Twilight’s breath caught in her throat at the reflection that stared back, her make up having been done previous to the mane styling; if her heritage wasn’t known to nearly everypony in Canterlot already, it would be understandable for the alicorn to be mistaken for a mare from Neighpon. “Rarity… are you sure this isn’t, you know, too much?”
“Of course not! It shows you have… done research into their culture. Besides, if it offends, just pull the stick and the bun will come undone. Now, the dress, and I must say, you should have waited for Big Macintosh to see you like this.” Twilight gave a slight shrug, knowing that her white lingerie was now driving her stallion nuts, and she had little doubt that if he had wings or a horn he’d be on the balcony and looking in through the window. “Hmm, slip into this one it’s already been altered for your wings.”
Twilight took the offered garment and slipped it over her legs, slowly sliding it up her body. Once she was covered, Rarity moved closer to help her set everything in its proper place, followed by applying a light pink gloss to Twilight’s lips. “Perfect, darling. Why, if they get offended, then they can just fuck off back to Neighpon!” The alicorn gave a small giggle, both mares turning to the mantlepiece as a clock began chiming, alerting them both of the time. “Go, now! I will see you at dinner!” Waiting until her friend had disappeared, Rarity gave a low whistle. “You can come in now.” A door opposite opened and a unicorn stallion walked out, giving the mare a winning smile.
“And a good evening to you, my darling Rarity.”
Moving as best as she could in her dress, Twilight made it to the main staircase just as the large, ornate gold doors to the castle opened. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Celestia smiling softly at her, the other two princesses dressed in a similar manner, the elder in gold and Luna in deep azure. “Young Twilight looks amazing, does she not, sister?”
“Indeed, Luna. Twilight, come and greet our guests.” Letting Celestia, as the eldest, lead, Twilight fell into step next to Luna, who seemed to be just as apprehensive about this meeting. From what little research she managed to do, Twilight had found out that in the time before Luna’s banishment, Neighpon had been a country in turmoil, the odd raiding party coming across land through the Ib’xian empire, but most by sea to the Bridle Shores.
The raids continued until the ponies of Equestria banded together and stood as one, showing their might to their assailants. This showed off their strength to the other tribes, and resulted in a thirteen year war. Then came the founders, saving the land from the wendigos, ushering in an era of peace that she knew not all experienced. She was brought from her deep thoughts as the trio of alicorns stepped onto the red carpet, where the younger mare frowned as both Celestia and Luna fell to their knees and bowed at the stallion now stood in front of them. “Twilight, please.”
“No.” The mares behind the stallion all gasped at her, whilst Luna looked ready to start, or finish, a fight. Celestia just stared at Twilight with pleading eyes, begging her to join them in showing respect, but the lavender alicorn instead marched past her and within arms distance of the stallion. “I don’t care why you’re here, but we will not bow to your whims! I dressed like this to show respect, and my friends seem to cower out of fear! You should bow to us , it is our country after all!”
“TWILIGHT SPARKLE!” The stallion suddenly twitched at Celestia’s shout, his arms shooting up quickly and heading for the flinching mare. Her eyes cracked open as the expected attack never came, watching the guards backing off and stowing their weapons, even as the stallion kept his arms wrapped around her and held her close. “A-ambasador Uma?”
“It is about time this happened! Princess Celestia, you have always been eager to please, adopting our customs for when we visit.” Twilight stepped back from the grinning stallion, trying to process what he said. Whilst there was a slight slur to certain letters, and he spoke fast, though not approaching Pinkie Pie fast, his voice was calm and confident. “My brother and I were talking the other day, and we were saying how nice it would be for us to perform your customs when we visit. Now, would a beautiful young princess please escort me to the dining hall, so we can get things rolling?”
He also had a certain… charm about him, and Twilight offered him her arm as Celestia and Luna stood up, parting to allow them in front, stealing nervous glances at each other; the rule book had just been eaten, thrown up, eaten again and finally shit out within less than five minutes. The elder alicorn glanced up, nodding once at the pony peering down from the balcony. Twilight Sparkle was never the one in danger, and the guards were not needed to stop Uma. They were there to protect him from the silent crimson juggernaut that had watched the meeting.
Whilst no longer nervous, Twilight still couldn’t remove the sense of foreboding that had fallen around her; something bad was going to happen tonight, and she didn’t know when or how. Celestia and Uma talked and joked like old friends, the younger princess’ actions breaking down hundreds of years of customs between the nations. Movement caught her eye, where she turned to see Big Mac waving her over, so she politely excused herself and walked into the room he had been observing from. “What’s up?”
“You okay? He ain’t done nothin’ to hurt you, has he?”
“What? No! Why would you even think that? He’s done nothing but being a gentlecolt, kind and charming.” This made the stallion snort in disbelief, turning to scowl at the pony that had just made both Celestia and Luna burst out with laughter, as well as a few chuckles from the stalwart guards. “Mac, what’s wrong?”
“Can’t trust their type, Twi. We should never have stopped pushin’ back.”
“Are you talking about… why? Why is it so important to you?”
“His ancestors… they were the ones that attacked t’ Bridle Shores.”
“And what does that have to do with…”
“Because that’s where the Apple clan originates from! ‘is type nearly destroyed us all!”
“Type? You mean unicorn? Did you forget I was a unicorn once?” Mac took a deep sigh and pulled his marefriend close, nuzzling her cheek. She did a lot to calm him down when he started to get angry, and he truly appreciated it, so he answered her question with the complete truth.
“No Twi, not cos he’s a unicorn. Cos he’s from Neighpon.” Twilight pulled away with a shocked gasp, staring up at the earth pony. “Twi?”
“We’ll… we’ll talk about this later. I need to get back, and you… you stay out of sight.” He watched as she returned to her seat and took a drink followed by a deep breath, then engaged the visiting stallion with conversation once more. The fur on the back of his neck bristled as Twilight giggled, but with a tone he had only heard around himself, and then this dignitary placed his hand over Twilight’s and started to lift it to his muzzle. That’s when Big Macintosh sprung into action.
Uma didn’t understand, all he had done was kiss Twilight’s hand, a gesture of respect to mares in Neighpon, and then he came. The largest stallion he had ever seen, now pinning him by his chest to a column, fist raised. The punch didn’t connect, as the earth pony was thrown to the floor in a lavender glow; he quickly stood back up.
“Leave, now.”
“But Twi…”
“I said get out! In fact… I don’t want to see you tonight! Just… go back to Ponyville and stay there!” Big Mac looked from face to face, the scared unicorn, the shocked princesses, and Twilight, who was on the verge of tears. Shoulders slumping in defeat, the stallion turned and walked out of the dining room, head hanging in shame. As soon as the door was closed, Twilight burst into sobbing, before turning to the side and running from the room, leaving a stunned silence in her wake.
With a nod from Celestia, several guards broke away, two to follow Twilight, and the others to ensure Big Mac followed his princess’s orders. It took a few moments for some semblance of normality to resume, where Luna took over the proceedings after seeing the upset look on her sister’s face.
. The sound of chains was all the two young mares could hear, and not see, from where they were bound against wooden boards with blindfolds on. Only one of the mares was chained, the other secured by straps with her limbs spread wide, and she gasped as she started to rotate. A sudden ‘thunk’ next to one of them was heard, followed by several more, each one getting closer to her body. There was a sudden cheer as the audience went wild, Snips raising his own blindfold and looking over at his marefriend. Silver Spoon’s chest was heaving, her blindfold raising in a strange black aura, and she glanced down to see how close he got that time. Which was pretty close, considering she could see a little skin between her legs, but the knife hadn’t cut her.
Another cheer went up as the unicorn walked over and released the mare, the young couple sharing a quick kiss before turning to the group watching. “And there you have it, mares and gentlecolts, a game of chance, performed by Snips and his pretty mare Silver Spoon.” The ponies turned and bowed to the side of the stage, where their mentor appeared from, a rousing cheer from many stallions and a few mares who recalled her other profession. “Now then, how about more suspense?”
“Are you ready for this?”
Diamond Tiara shifted her head so that it pressed against the young stallion behind her, who was also in chains. “If I die doing this, I’m going to kill you!”
Snails just gave a small chuckle, holding onto Diamond’s hand, both of their arms behind their backs. There was a countdown from the crowd, a sudden clank, and the board they were stood upon fell through a trap door. They each took a deep breath as the water rose, holding tightly to each other. It didn't take long for them to be fully submerged, and thus with a bang on the tank as the signal, they began their dance.
Most would not class being chained down and then dropped in water a dance, but what the two ponies in the tank were doing seemed like such, their movements natural and fluid. As it was their first time doing this for an audience, the chains were not actually locked, but they still needed to get free. Which is what they did all whilst continuing their strange moves. With a slide under Snails' legs, Diamond Tiara freed herself, pausing to float in the centre of the tank to show off, before taking the final chain from the stallion and swimming seductively around him. Once both able to move, they came together in a tight embrace and passionate kiss as the water drained around them, leaving them panting for breath. "There you have it, mares and gentlecolts, our aquatic acrobats! Let's hear it for Snails, and his lovely assistant, Diamond Tiara!"
Giving a bow with an extra flourish, they managed to rally the crowd into another cheering frenzy before accepting the thick towels from their friends, the light purple earth pony pressing against the lanky unicorn, pouting up at him. “Snails, I’m cold. Warm me up, please?” Their mentor had come closer and moved the microphone above them, the echo of the stallion whispering ways to warm her up causing them to fall silent, blushing brightly at the silenced crowd. “Tr-Trixie!”
“Why don’t you two go get dried and changed? The after party starts in an hour. You two as well.” The four young ponies bowed once more and the two couples then moved to opposite sides of the stage, waving as they disappeared. A stage hand gave a thumbs up to the mare that remained on stage, who took back to the audience with a sultry grin. “Now that the foal’s show is done, how about something a bit more adult?” Motioning to her body really quickly, Trixie removed her outer layer with magic, revealing her tight lingerie. “Now then, may I have a volunteer from the audience?”
The once disgraced mare smirked as she looked across the filled hall, nearly every arm in the air and willing to participate.
Author's Note
Yep, I made Mac racist. Not tribalist. See, there are three pony 'tribes'. As Mac said, doesn't matter to him what kind of 'tribe' a pony is, as long as they're Equestrian.
Wait... a clop story without clop? I know, right? It made this chapter pretty long, so we get into that almost straight away next chapter.
Non Escape Artists 2: Who Wants To Break Free?!
“See you in the morning!” Waving goodbye as the group left their garden, Sweetie Belle leant back in Spike’s embrace, humming happily. Once the gate was closed, Spike shut the door, turning Sweetie Belle around and giving her a soft kiss. She pulled away and smiled sweetly at him as her horn glowed a faint green, the dragon giving a sharp yelp as something hit his ass, and he looked over his shoulder to see a crop in his wife’s magic. “What was that for?”
“You know what that was for. Now you go clean up, then come to bed.” Spike went in for another kiss, but Sweetie Belle pushed him back and walked away, swaying her hips seductively and teasingly lifting up the bottom of her dress, showing him her tight black panties. Shaking his head clear, Spike moved into the lounge and started to pack the pizza boxes together, then moved them to the kitchen, collecting the glasses afterwards and putting them in the sink. Once he checked the lounge was back to some form of normality, he made his way upstairs, entering the master bedroom and giving a chuckle when he saw the candlelit scene, Sweetie Belle poking her tongue out as she looked around at him. “Stop looking… and join in.”
He stepped forward, Sweetie Belle turning to face him as she slowly crawled towards him over the mattress, her hands reaching for the bottom of his shirt. Spike placed his claws on her shoulders and began to stroke her fur, whilst she started to unbutton his top. He took the time to look over the attire she had changed into. From her shoulders hung a long purple corset with a flowing tail, the cups making her ample chest look even more plump. Covering her supple posterior was a pair of sheer lace panties, matched by the stockings upon her legs.
By the time he returned his gaze to her eyes, Sweetie Belle had loosened his tie and began to slide his shirt down his arms, their lips meeting in a series of soft kisses as she held his arms in place behind his back for a few moments. Taking hold of his bottom lip with her teeth, Sweetie Belle let his shirt fall to the floor, moving to his belt, whilst Spike put his arms around her back and held her close. He felt her hand slide down his trousers and gasped as she gripped his hard length, finally letting his lip free as she gave him a sultry gaze, slowly moving away.
Thanks to his tie being left on, Spike was forced to follow when she took it in her hand, backing her way up to the headboard, where she crossed her legs and spread her arms as her head rolled back to the pillows. He hovered above her for a moment before lowering his head, causing Sweetie Belle to giggle as he kissed her neck, her arms moving to wrap around his back and pull him closer, pinning her to the mattress under his familiar weight.
A small whimper escaped her mouth as one of his claws dropped down and squeezed between her thighs, his palm pressing firmly against her marehood as her hips began to roll against him, and he moved to nibble gently on her ear. Pushing her buttons as much as he could, Spike was more than happy to take it slow, teasing his mare for a bit. There hadn’t been much call for magic between them in the bedroom recently, even their more spicy sessions seemed to go stale, so to see her once more in the mood… even if this was all they would do that night, he was happy.
Even though these thoughts stormed through Spike’s head, he still gave his wife all of his attention as her horn glowed a soft green, the curtains closing the last of the setting sun’s rays out and several candles around the room lighting up. “You’ve gotten better.”
She gave a giggle, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. “Thanks, Spike…” The way she spoke made him pull away a little, his eyes locked with hers, worry clear on Sweetie Belle’s face, and she took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I… haven’t been with it so much recently. I know we’ve only been married a while, and I know we’re still young, but… it’s hard, and the feeling came back after seeing Applebloom today.” Spike brought up a claw and wiped away the tears that had started to trickle down, not so much knowing, but feeling the words that needed to be said.
“As long as it takes, I’ll be there with you every step of the way.” Spike leaned forward until his forehead rested just underneath Sweetie Belle’s horn, inching forward so their muzzles touched. “We’ll think of something; I just know it. Listen, we’re going to be in Manehatten for a while. We’ll get another check whilst there, okay?” He saw relief flood her eyes as tears slowly dripped down her cheeks, but he knew they were happy ones this time. Their lips met in a sensual kiss that the young couple had missed for far too long. Spike pulled back a little, leaving Sweetie Belle gasping for breath. “You look tired, Sweets. I’ll let you rest.”
The drake began to roll away, but stopped when the mare’s horn flashed green, and a glance down revealed both his and Sweetie Belle’s crotches were now bare, the unicorn sitting up and wrapping her arms around his neck. “I may look tired, but I’m wi~de aw~ake…” One look into her eyes and he knew what she wanted, and he had taken a vow to do so, making her giggle as he flung himself back at her and pressed her to the mattress, kissing her passionately.
She gave a small moan as she felt his member prodding at her thigh, slowly opening her legs to allow him access, nuzzling his cheek as he entered. She let out a few heavy breaths as missed feelings sent sparks through her body, making her feel more excited than when she got her cutie mark, which in a way the dragon she married help her get. Sweetie Belle moaned and shifted her hips, helping him slip deeper.
He slowly drew back and slid forward again, repeating the process as he kissed her softly, her arms wrapped around him in a loving embrace. A steady increase of speed made her give breathless moans, Spike slipping a hand behind her head to support it as it rolled back, the drake giving a small groan as her walls clamped tightly down on his shaft, eager for his gift. Another step up in pace, Sweetie Belle’s sounds of pleasure louder now, giving Spike a warm feeling now that he could please his mare once more, even if he wasn’t going to last as long as usual.
It seemed to be the same for Sweetie Belle as her arms tensed around his neck and her mouth dropped open with a soundless gasp, just prior to her scream of passion that echoed around the room. Spike couldn’t last anymore, letting out a groan as his tip flared, releasing a lot of pent up sexual frustration. The pair shuddered through their orgasms together for a few moments, before they lay against each other panting, Spike meeting Sweetie Belle’s lips in a soft kiss.
He pulled away and rolled over, the mare followed and laid in the crook of his shoulder, giving a soft sigh. Glancing down, Spike couldn’t help but chuckle at the serene smile upon his wife’s face. She lifted her head up to see what was so funny, to which he readily explained. “Sweetie Belle… I love you.”
“I love you too, Spike.” The couple shared some more soft kisses and then snuggled down next to each other, content to bask in the afterglow of an event they had not experienced all that often recently. “As we have an early start… any leftovers?” Spike gave another chuckle, squeezing the mare of his dreams that he had somehow managed to persuade to marry him.
“Yeah, there’s a few slices left.”
The early morning train from Canterlot rolled to a stop in Ponyville station, the brakes hissing as the air pressure was released, a billowing cloud of steam rising from the front of the engine. The doors opened, the majority of passengers boarding the train bound for Baltimare to conduct later business, several leaving the train. Amongst them was a rather disgruntled stallion, angry at himself for not protecting his mare in the first place, and then upsetting her.
Light hit his eyes as the sun crested the horizon, but that would soon disappear above the edge of the dark gray clouds that loomed from the eastern fields all the way to Dragon Mountain in the west, and from the Everfree Forest in the south to Cloudsdale in the north; basically, he was going to get wet whilst working his farm. Reaching into his bag, the stallion pulled on his raincoat and zipped it up. Hmm, Mac wearing a mac. Macepetion. Chuckling at his own joke, he turned in the opposite direction to Sweet Apple Acres and began walking, his destination somewhere he would rather not go.
By the time he reached Ponyville General Hospital, the rain had started falling, forming small streams that ran along the sides of the town’s paths. He stood under the porch to take his coat off in order to get as little water inside the lobby as he could, slipping in through the door and sighing with relief as the warmth of the building rejuvenated his cold body, which was assisted as a mare suddenly jumped at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Big Mac blinked in surprise, then wrapped his arms around Applejack, offering comfort that only family could in times like these, her coltfriend watching from the seating area. “Yer back early, Mac.”
“Ah had a slight disagreement with Twi, but she’ll come around. How’s Granny been?”
“Slept through most of t’ night. She should be awake now, if ya wanna see her.” Mac stepped back and nodded, waving to Nurse Redheart as he made his way down the corridor, stopping at a door to one of the private rooms. Raising his hand and knocking gently, he slowly opened the door and saw his grandmother sitting up in bed, her frail form shaking as she lifted a spoon to her mouth, her ears giving a small flicker.
“Who’s there? Consarnit, mah eyes ain’t that good! Come closer youngin’.” Mac stepped closer to the bed, placing his hand on the rail as he tried not to lose it in front of the thin mare. The one constant in his life was slowly slipping away, and he didn’t know what he could do to help, if anything. “Oh, mah Maccy. Where’s that princess o’ yours?”
“She’s in Canterlot still, Granny. Royal business.”
“Yer lucked out with that one sonny. Cute little butt, too.” Mac just smiled as Granny Smith continued with her breakfast, a nurse taking her food tray once she was finished, and she settled back down on the mattress. “Ah ain’t got long, Maccy, but Ah’m staying until I can see Bloom’s little one.”
“Ah know, Granny. Ah just don’t… like seeing ya like this.” The mare motioned to the chair next to her, Mac sitting in it and taking her hand. They remained sitting in silence for some time, the stallion refusing to meet her gaze, something the still sharp mare picked up on, but didn’t need to ask about. “Granny… Ah think Ah messed up with Twi.”
“What? Why?”
“Well, the delegates she was hosting… they were from Negihpony. Ah… Ah tried to protect her, tell them the truth, but she wouldn’t listen!”
“An’ what truth is that, huh?”
“That they’re not of Equestria, an’ can’t be trusted!”
“You really believe that, Big Macintosh?”
“Ah… Ah do.” Ever so slowly, Granny Smith removed her hand from his, rolling onto her side so that her back was facing him. Glancing to the door, Big Mac realised that Applejack and Soarin had heard it all, his views now known to those who relied upon him. “Granny…”
“Don’t you call me that. You ain’t no grandson o’ mine, so jus’ leave.” Big Mac worked his jaw a few times, then took a deep breath and stood up, not meeting his sister’s gaze as he walked out of the room, not stopping until he was outside the hospital, where the tears started to fall.
Given what she had tried to do, the former changeling queen was presented with only one option; death of her and all those involved. But she had entered a plea, leading to her current predicament. The whole case showed that Celestia had a lot more laws to change than regarding adultery, and after several long years of searching, the labour of her guards paid off. Shaking the memories of her capture from her head, the changeling tried to pull back, but thanks to the collar that was magically sealed around her neck and the leash attached to it, she was forced to hobble forward.
With rope around her chest and wrists, she couldn’t move much, the one around her knees made her hobble, but at least the one around her waist and running through her crotch brought a small amount of pleasure. To top it all off was a nice big ballgag shoved into her mouth to keep her quiet, all of her restraints coloured in bright pink with the exception of the blue crystal heart motif on the rubber ball to signify her new mistress. “Stop misbehaving, or I’ll give you to my guards!”
She turned her glare filled eyes at the mare guiding her along, directly challenging her decision, an idea that backfired as they stopped walking and several ponies approached, mares and stallions alike. They crowded her, muffled whimpers coming from her mouth as their hands ran over the tattered and tight green top that covered her breasts and over her green panties, in much the same state. “Enough, for now. You can play with her later if she’s naughty.”
The group gave a groan, but backed away, the bound party quickly following her owner through the castle halls, up several flights of stairs, and into a rather large bedroom. She blinked as she took it all in, the mammoth bed, beautifully carved furniture, and the stallion sat at a desk. Her eyes went wide as he turned to look at her with disgust, a large crop held in his hands. “Well well well, look who we have here. Cadance, honey, I hope you didn’t pay too much.”
“Actually, she was free, as were several of her top agents. I believe your sister got the highest ranking male as a coronation present from aunt Tia.”
“I’m still shocked that law existed, and that she would uphold those affected even after abolishing it. Of course, nopony was affected, were they, my dear Chrysalis? Time to serve your new master.” She began to breathe heavily around the gag as Cadance forced her towards the chair, then down to her knees in front of Shining Armour, the stallion with whom she had almost destroyed a nation. He reached up and tapped the gag, the strap magically splitting in two and allowing removal, then lowered his pants. “Well, don’t keep me waiting.”
He grabbed her horn and forced her muzzle down onto his shaft, pushing deep into her mouth, the tip of his cock tickling the back of her throat with more to spare. She whimpered as she felt the crotch rope undone and her panties pulled down, a cold tip pressing against her slit. It slowly pushed in, Cadance’s hands on Chrysalis’ upper arms to keep her in position. She gave a small moan as the shaft slid along her tight walls, then drew back and slammed in hard, Armour using her horn to make her suck him off. Whilst not the most dignified of jobs to have, it meant enough love energy to keep her fed for years. She didn’t need to eat or drink, she didn’t even really need to breath, her body taking what oxygen it needed through her surprisingly soft chitin.
It was well known throughout the changeling race that, even if forced upon them, the energy that flowed from sexual acts was highly nutritious, and where better to get satisfying meals than as a sex slave of the Princess of Love, and her prince? With that thought to push her own, she broke free of Armour’s grip and took over the motions, her reptile-like tongue flicking over his tip.
Muffled moans came from his crotch as Cadance began thrusting hard and fast, the rubber shaft pushing deeper and deeper, whilst Armour’s cock throbbed violently in her mouth. She tried to close her legs, but Cadence had placed hers in position that kept Chrysalis’ spread, whilst the alicorn continued to pound at her from behind.
All of a sudden both ponies pulled out, gagging her once more, and she was stood up. Cadance untied the ropes around Chrysalis’ knees and pulled her panties all the way off, before turning her around. “There you go, my darling, she’s all ready for you.” Chrysalis just frowned but then shrieked as she was pulled down, being impaled by Armour’s rock hard shaft, which was much bigger than she thought. She whimpered as he slid even further in, so much that when she glanced down there was noticeable bulge in her stomach.
Placing his hands on her hips, Shining Armour began to raise and lower Chrysalis, who moaned deeply as the large shaft put pressure on all of her sensitive spots, with Cadance playing with and licking her new toy’s nipples. Things were going well for the changeling queen’s first time use as a sex toy, was interrupted as the stallion’s horn flashed, a scroll forming from a cloud of green smoke. The pink alicorn bent down and unrolled it, giving it a read, and then suddenly pulled on Chrysalis’ lead, taking her from the stallion. “I’m sorry, darling, but we’ll have to hold off on playtime for now. We need to go to Manehatten.”
Whilst Shining Armour calmed down and read the letter, Cadance led Chrysalis to her new quarters, which wasn’t much; in fact, it was a small cage in the corner, so small that the mare wouldn’t even be able to stretch out. Hands working fast, Cadance had Chrysalis’ legs tied once more, forcing the changeling to her knees. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m not that cruel to leave you there alone.” She was pushed in and positioned so that her holes were facing the bars, and there was a muffled groan as they were both filled by large toys, which Cadance secured in place with a very tight crotchrope, then turned them on.
“Is she in ‘bed’?”
The alicorn gave a glance at the changeling’s face, whose eyes were scrunched shut from the intense pleasure she was receiving. “Yep, she’s as snug as a bug.” Even Shining Armour groaned at the pun, taking his wife’s hand as they left the room and turned the lights off, leaving Chrysalis alone and vexingly horny… but at least she had something to occupy her time. And who knows? Maybe the guards would have permission to play with her!
After a day spent in Canterlot with friends and family, and a long train ride, a group of ponies stood in the central part of Manehatten, a large and open park, the green clashing with the greys and reds of the building that surrounded it. The five mares and two stallions that formed most of the elder group went straight to the hotel and took all of the luggage with them. Spike and Sweetie Belle had personal business to attend, so went off to do that, whilst Rumble took Applebloom decided to get something to eat, as the train food hadn’t sat well with either her or their foal.
This left Pipsqueak, Scootaloo and Boreal Spear to head to the stadium that would house the Equestria Games, where Arctic Halberd had already gone to earlier that day. The young pegasus mare had an inclination as to why this was, especially after seeing the two dejected mares that joined them on the train, but he would not speak to her, or anypony else for that matter. So deep in thought was she that she narrowly missed crashing into another pony, Pip pulling her out of the way just in time. “Miss Scootaloo, you certainly haven’t slowed down from rushing everywhere, like you did several years ago.” She recognised the voice, and after blinking a few times, gave a sheepish smile to the mare in front of her.
“Sorry, Ms Harshwhinny. I’m just excited to be here once more!”
“Yes, well, we can’t have a princess waving a flag now can we?” Movement behind her legs made them all look down, where they saw the face of a young unicorn colt peering back up at them, holding onto the elder mare’s legs. “Ah, yes. Come on, introduce yourself to the princess.” The little colt moved around to Harshwhinny’s front, then gave a small bow, making Scootaloo giggle.
“I-I’m Brushed Honour, your majesty. You’re, um, really pretty.” The colt’s words sent fire to Scootaloo’s cheeks, but fortune seemed to be smiling down at her as her coltfriend waved to somepony in the crowd.
“Hey Stone, been a while!” For some reason, Harshwhinny’s eyes went wide, and Scootaloo thought she could see a hint of fear in them. She couldn’t quite see the pony heading towards them through the small crowd, but if Pip knew them, then they must be alright, so she gave him a wave, which was politely returned… even if she did notice his gaze was firmly on the earth pony mare’s rump.
“Yes, well, Memories travel a lot; I won’t be able to retire for a while yet,” was the reply to Pip, along with a chuckle. Pip and Scootaloo looked between him and Harshwhinny, a small spark of curiosity visible in their eyes, as she finally turned to face him.
“Crimson Stone, of the Order of Memories,” she said as she turned, in a voice that made the stallion, now named, show signs of recognition. “It’s been a while.” He stepped forward a little, then stopped as he seemed to look over her figure, which for a mother, was still in pretty good shape.
“It’s good to see you again, Bridle.” Pipsqueak and Scootaloo just mouthed the name at each other as Crimson stepped closer and wrapped her in a surprisingly loving embrace. Motion below them drew the stallion’s attention, where he noticed the colt, who seemed to be about three or four years old. It was then the connection was made as Scootaloo noticed Crimson Stone was also a unicorn, the colt’s mane a shade or two darker and his coat matching Ms Harshwhinny’s.
Seeing some apprehension from the stallion, Harshwhinny embraced him like an old friend, but beckoned the foal closer. She knelt down to his height, and pulled Crimson with her, so the three of them were on equal ground. “Crimson, this is Brushed Honour, your son.”
“I knew there was something bugging you, Mac, but I didn’t expect this. Come on, I’m going to show you something not a lot of Equestrians know.” The farm pony looked up from where he sat on the couch, a place he hadn’t moved from much in two days. Stood in the doorway to the lounge was his sister’s coltfriend, an unreadable expression on his face. Soarin approached Mac and dragged him up, pushing him out of the room. “Come on, you need to pack for at least five day’s journey.”
“But what about mah farm?”
"You haven't been helping it too much with your drinking the past few days. There’s plenty of ponies that will lend a hand. Now get packing!” The stallion did as instructed, and soon he had two cases ready to go. He followed Soarin out to the back of the farm, where the pegasus had tethered the small airship he was utilizing. It didn’t take long to make ready for travel, and soon they were flying to the east, seemingly on a direct path to Canterlot, something Soarin saw Mac had noticed. “Oh no, we’re not going there.”
“Then where are we goin’?”
“Neighpon. And don’t even think about bailing out. From this height, you’ll die. So sit back and enjoy the ride.” A old feeling welled up in Big Macintosh, one he hadn’t felt since he was a colt; fear of the unknown. He also felt angry, at Soarin for tricking him into this and at himself for falling for it. “You know, Neighpon is nice this time of year. Perhaps you’ll be able to meet my parents.”
Author's Note
Firstly, Chrysalis and the changelings. In this one, when a changeling leader was defeated, they became the sex slave for their successor, and it didn't matter what sex the new leader was. Now, you all remember the confrontation between Thunderlane and Boreal Spear, right? Where Celestia had to change an age old law in order to save a life? Here, another law was abolished, but only after the judgement was passed; as it says in the story, Chrysalis and her kind would have been put to death, so this was her way of saving them.
Secondly, yeah, I went there with Sweetie Belle and Spike. Will they ever have a foal? Maybe. One of their own? Maybe. You'll just have to wait. One pony is this story will be infertile. Start speculating now.
Thirdly... Soarin. How many of you saw that coming, huh?
Any issues that have arose with this chapter, I ask you to please be patient. There are plans in place.
Edit; I forgot to link this last time.
Non Escape Artists 2: Who Wants To Break Free?!
Spike took a deep breath as they turned down the street, seeing their destination in front of him, Sweetie Belle taking his hand in hers and squeezing. It wasn’t meeting his parents at their home which was making her drake nervous, but the nature of their upcoming conversation that was making him shake slightly. It was up to her. She led him down the surprisingly quiet street, wondering why there was nopony around, but she could ask about that later. They had something more important to do.
Following the directions on the paper she held in her free hand, they located the correct street address and entered into what was once an opulent garden to a mansion, but it now looked like somepony had been flinging fireball spells around for fun. Ignoring this, she dragged her still hesitant husband up the path and knocked on the door, a muffled conversation from inside reaching their ears. Next came a knock back, along with a loud voice telling them the door was open, so they pushed it gently and stared down in shock; neither were expecting to see another dragon, and a baby one at that, its blue eyes staring up at them in wonder.
“Saphira, come away!”
“S-Spike, are you here already?” Looking up from the baby dragon, the young drake saw Omoroca peering at them through an inner doorway, a half smile upon her face. “Mythic, Spike and Sweetie Belle are here!” Coming along the hall, the couple noticed the dragoness had an apron splattered with several strange stains, which the baby seemed to enjoy when picked up. “Well, I don’t expect my son and daughter-in-law to stand on the doorstep, come in!”
They didn’t need to be told twice, entering the hall and closing the door behind them. Omoroca took a room on the ground floor, their guest room, and they dropped their bags on the floor. They were then taken to a rather large lounge and Omoroca set the little dragoness down on one of the couches, her face smeared from the stains on the dragoness’ apron. “Oh, you messy little thing! Spike, could you watch her whilst I get a cloth?”
“Uh, sure.” She gave him a smile, then left the trio to their own devices, complete silence now filling the room, Spike’s eyes locked with those of Saphira. Slow movement came from the scaly toddler, her arms coming up and stretching towards him. A nudge to his side caused him to turn, Sweetie Belle giving him a nod, so he got up and slowly walked over. His claws gently wrapped around the small dragoness and lifted her up, pulling her close so that her tiny claws rested on his chest, their eyes locked once more. “So… Saphira, huh? Guess I’m your big bro…”
What ever words were coming got cut off as the baby dragoness gave a little hiccup and expelled her most recent meal onto his jacket, Spike blinking in shock as Saphira giggled. Sweetie Belle joined in with the mirthful sounds, taking hold of the baby dragoness whilst Spike removed his soiled garment and checked to ensure it was only on his outer layer, then glared at his sister, but Sweetie Belle turned to shield her from him. “Spike, be nice.”
“Yes, Spike, be nice to your sister.” The young couple turned to the doorway to see Mythic Flame watching with a smile, Saphira babbling excitedly and squirming until Sweetie Belle passed her over, the stallion giving a chuckle at the mess on her face. “Has mommy been cooking again?”
“Yes, I have, now let me clean her… up.” Omoroca returned, glancing from Saphira to Spike and then to the jacket in his grip, now balled up. She remained silent as she cleaned Saphira’s face, then took Spike’s jacket and placed it in the laundry, before returning to the lounge with a tray of assorted cakes, some topped with small gems, and some tea. “So, Spike… I think we know why you asked to come, or at least the main reason. Go ahead, we’re ready.”
Sweetie Belle placed a comforting hand on her husband’s shoulder, and he pulled her close before looking over to his parents and taking a deep breath. “Okay… why… why did yo… no, that’s not right.” Sensing his rising frustration, Sweetie Belle calmed him the only way she knew how, sliding sideways across his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek, then laying her head on his shoulder; it did the trick, just like she knew it would. “Why was it left to a complete stranger to hatch me?”
“Because… I failed you as a father, Spike.” That certainly wasn’t the answer the young couple were expecting, and it was Omoroca’s turn to comfort her husband with a tight embrace, one which Saphira, young as she was and not understanding what was going on, tried to emulate. “You see, Spike, there are differences between a dragon egg that is… ‘pure’, and one that is not.”
Sweetie Belle moved back onto the couch as Spike shifted, and he had easily picked up on the way ‘pure’ was spat from his father’s lips, beginning to understand there was more here than simply being abandoned, so he chose to hear the rest of what they had to say before asking any questions. Still, there was one thing he needed to ask right away. “So, I’m not a pure dragon?”
“You’re as pure as your heart, Spike, that is enough.” Omoraca reached behind her and over the couch, pulling a book into view and setting it on the small coffee table in the room. “That there has all the knowledge ever learnt about pony-dragon relations. If the sire is a dragon and the dam is a mare, then they will have a pony. Some traits may pass over, such as 'reptilian' eyes and other such things. If it is the other way around, then the couple will have a dragon.”
“Now, here’s the important part, Spike, and you’ll understand my failings once you hear it.” Saphira suddenly let out a loud yawn, but wouldn’t sit still in her parents’ hold, waving her arms towards Spike. A red glow surrounded her, and she giggled as she floated through the air to her brother, then quietened down once in his arms, and he nodded for Mythic to continue. “An egg from a pony and a dragon needs magic to hatch it, and one from a unicorn, even more so. Not even Celestia could crack your shell.”
“Princess Celestia tried to hatch me?”
“Yes, she tried for several weeks, but never managed it. She apologised profusely, then went still as if struck by… something. Anyway, she spoke of a pony that she believed might be able to help, so we… and it was a hard decision, left you in her care.”
“Why… why didn’t you come find me sooner?”
“Because I wanted to wait, Spike.” The young dragon cocked his head at Omoroca, whose gaze was dropped to the floor. “The only thing my late father left imprinted with me was that of tradition. I didn’t want to break from it, so I… chose to wait. I’m sorry.”
“I can understand… and there is nothing to forgive.” Omoroca snapped her head up and stared at Spike, but he just sat back with a smile, using a free arm to hold Sweetie Belle close. “After all, look who I’d have never met otherwise.”
"You aren't angry with me for not being there for you?" Omoroca asked hopefully, tears glistening in her eyes.
"You were doing what you thought best and followed the traditions taught to you. I am not angry, just don't expect me to follow your example with my offsprings. Speaking of which..." He briefly glanced at Sweetie Belle, and she nodded, so he took another deep breath as he prepared to ask the next big question. “In the known history of pony-dragon relations… has there ever been a complication when trying to conceive?”
“Not that I know of. Mythic?”
“Well, there can be complications with a more… conventional pairing, but let’s take a look anyway.” The stallion’s horn glowed a dull red once more, followed by an aura over Sweetie Belle’s stomach and Spike’s crotch, Mythic giving a hum as his magic worked for several minutes. “As far as I can tell, there is nothing wrong with either of you.”
“So, why aren’t I pregnant yet?”
“Just keep trying, you just have to be patient.”
“It’s not fair! Applebloom wasn’t even trying!”
“Stop being such a spoiled brat.” All eyes turned to Mythic, who was staring at Sweetie Belle. He reached for some tea and took a long sip, setting the cup back down with a sigh. “So what if she’s pregnant? I’ve just told you both there’s nothing wrong with either of you. What about all the others out there who can’t have children? Did you ever think about them?”
Sweetie Belle’s mouth opened and closed in an attempt to respond, but no words came as she burst into tears and ran out of the room, a door slamming shut from the hallway a moment later. Spike went to follow, but Omoroca stopped him with a raised hand, glaring at her husband as she made her way to the guest room, gently knocking on the door. “Sweetie Belle? Can you let me in please?”
Trying the door, she found it to be unlocked, slipping in and giving a sigh as she saw the sobbing mare on the bed. Closing the door behind her quietly, Omoroca slowly approached and sat down next to Sweetie Belle, pulling the mare into a loose embrace. “I’m not going to apologise for what he said, but I will apologise for the way he said it.” Sweetie Belle looked up at the dragoness and fought to calm herself down, until she just sniffled every now and then.
“S-so you think I’m b-being a spoiled brat as w-well?”
“In a way, yes, but unlike my husband, I can understand how you are feeling. Please, Sweetie Belle, dry your eyes. A mare like you should never cry. Why, even then, I’m sure you’re beautiful to Spike.” That made the mare giggle a little and she nodded her head. “Now, as to my husband’s tone, I am sorry. You see, he is a nurse at a rest and recuperation centre for injured Royal Guards. He’s used to telling it straight, but sometimes he forgets he’s not at work. Do not worry, he will get punished.”
“H-how?”
“Let’s just say that Spike will be the only dragon getting any action in this house for the foreseeable future! Just… don’t do it whilst we are home, okay?” The pair shared a good laugh, then Omoroca stood up and pointed to a side door. “There is a bathroom through there. Clean your pretty face and come out when you are ready, okay? Besides,” as soon as Omoroca opened the door, they could hear crying and two male voices trying to appease the wailing. “I think somedragon wants her sister-in-law back!”
Arctic Halberd looked at the note he had received, then to the door to ensure he was at the right room, and raised his hand, giving a few solid knocks. Somepony on the other side shouted an acknowledgement, and soon the door cracked open, revealing a half dressed unicorn stallion. “Yes? Can I help you?”
“I am here to seek an audience with Princess Mi Amore Cadenza.”
“Hmm, sorry, nopony by that name is here. Why don’t you ask at reception to ensure you have the right roow ow ow!” A blue glow appeared and tugged at the stallion’s ear, pulling him back into the room. He was replaced by a petite pink, and very pretty, alicorn. Halberd stared for a moment before remembering his manners and bowing low, causing the mare to giggle.
“You can stand up, there is no need to dote on ceremony here.” She stepped back, glaring at the unicorn as she led her guest in, the door being closed behind them, and they all sat down around a small table. “Also, please, just call me Cadance. Now, what can I do for you, Mr Halberd?”
“I am having some… troubles.”
“With a mare?”
“Two, actually.”
“Ah, I see. Cannot decide which one you want?”
“No, I want them both. It is… how to ask that I am unsure of. There are… traditions that I must uphold, but I do not wish to do so in this case.” Cadance leant close to the unicorn and they had a whispered conversation, before he nodded and left them alone.
“These traditions, would they be the same as what Boreal Spear had to do?”
“Only for one mare, but that is not possible, for her father has passed. It is the only way I know how to ask… so please, could I have your assistance in asking two mares to marry me?” He certainly wasn’t expecting her to burst out laughing, which he took as offensive at first, until the stallion returned and passed him a grey folder. He opened it to find several pictures of him, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie, as well as them with each other, either in pairs or all at once.
“When your sister is a total nerd, she likes to document everything. Name’s Shining Armour, that’s my wife… and Twilight Sparkle is my little sister. Of course we’ll help one of her friends.”
“Thank you both, your help is much appreciated. I have to ask though,” Halbert mused as he looked through the assorted pictures, “has your sister faced many legal actions for this hobby of hers?”
“Not really.” Cadance took the pictures back and returned them to their unassuming folder. “But Celestia had to create a separate slush fund to keep it that way.”
Two days in Manehatten and Scootaloo was starting to get annoyed. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the attention her bloodline bought her, but that she’d hardly had time to herself or just Pip, discounting her guards of course. Rumble was off to do some modeling whilst there for one of Rarity’s business contacts, Applebloom going with them.
So it was easy to understand when, after another group of excited fans finished swarming her, Scootaloo breathed a sigh of relief as she entered the Manehatten History Museum. It was after closing time, something Pip had arranged so that they could spend some time alone, with Scootaloo’s guards remaining in the lobby; Halberd’s mood seemed to have improved a lot as well. Moving through the large building, she followed the trail of lights until she found who she was looking for, sat at one of the large desks. “PIP!”
“Huh?” He only had time to look up as she jumped into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close, pressing into a passionate kiss. She didn’t loosen the embrace when their lips parted, having no chance for intimacy due to the fact her parents had turned up to spend time with their daughter, and Vinyl Scratch had taken Pip to a couple of her concerts she was doing for the games. “Yeah, I’d miss me too.” Scootaloo giggled and lightly slapped his shoulder, then turned to look at the piles of papers spread out in front of them.
“So, this is what you found?”
“Yeah, I needed to double check what I already knew. Okay, might want to get comfortable, this is going to take a while.” The mare turned so that her back was pressing against his chest, and she settled her head under his chin; after a sudden late growth spurt, she had to stand on tip toes to give him a kiss on the lips, as she only reached his chest with hers otherwise. “So, Crimson Stone is a member of Celestia’s Order Of Memories. These ponies, like the usual races of ponykind, tap into the unique magics of their kind; what they call the race-memories, the collective knowledge of ponykind as experienced in myths and legends. You following so far?”
“Like me and my weather magic?” Pip gave a chuckle, gently squeezing the mare in his lap tighter then pulled away and kissed the back of her neck, making her giggle.
“Very similar, yes. Now, the first Memory was found shortly after the banishment of Nightmare Moon; Princess Celestia discovered a unicorn filly using bits of broken pottery to make a mosaic that bore a striking resemblance to her battle with her corrupted sister, despite being born a few years after Luna’s banishment. The filly’s mother was a maid who worked in the castle, and she gave her daughter shards of vases and other ceramics as she found them. As the bits had a connection to the event, the little filly tapped into their history, and shaped them into a representation of their destruction.”
“Whoa, that’s pretty cool. So she saw the battle from what, a vase?”
“Pretty much, yeah. Not long after, Celestia began finding more ponies with the filly’s abilities, each of them gifted in some way or another with a sight that stretched through the ages. Another thing she noticed was that, if they went too long without discovering their talent, they became neurotic, obsessive, and irreparably insane.” Scootaloo gasped, trying to imagine what it must have been like for those ponies during those times, but she couldn’t picture it clearly.
“That’s horrible. Please tell me something was done?” Pip nodded and reached for a piece of paper, which held a drawing of one of the many buildings in Canterlot, this one close to the castle; Scootaloo could see her coltfriend’s hand in the artwork.
“Worrying for her subjects’ safety, she created the Order of Memories to allow those who needed its care a place to learn how to master their unusual abilities.” Grabbing another piece, Scootaloo saw it was a list of several ponies in the Order, each with a date of birth and death. “However, it was not long after that the princess also noticed a disturbing trend among the newfound Order: Memories aged rapidly, and died of complications or illness as young as forty, and nearly none lived past sixty. Over time, meditation techniques improved their health and longevity, but few live to reach eighty, and fewer still have enough of their minds intact to be considered living after that age.”
“So… Crimson…”
“Most likely, but he would have not made it this far is he wasn’t found and taken in. Being a Memory manifests as a minor mental illness that grows worse as time goes on; it is observable at a young age, even in infancy in some cases, but always takes a serious jump in severity after pubescence if the proper care is not taken in handling them. For this reason, the Order recruits members as young as eight, but no sooner.”
“Taken… from their families that young?”
“The families and the foal have a say. I… refused.” That made Scootaloo sit up and turn to face him with a look of shock, tears building in the corners of her eyes. She then buried her muzzle into his shoulder and held on tightly to him. “Scootaloo?”
“No… no, I don’t want to lose you.”
“Scoots… I’m different. I’m not like other Memories, my abilities are… they pale in comparison to even a novice Memory. It comes from my mother’s side of the family; they were all eccentric in some way, but the connection has always been really weak.” He pushed Scootaloo away so that he could see her face, gently tilting her muzzle up to look her in the eyes, and he could see the tears now falling. “Scootaloo, I will live a normal length pony life. You won’t be losing me anytime soon.” He wiped her tears away, then moved in and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
“Do you… do you promise?”
“I do. Scootaloo, I promise you’ll never lose me.”
Light moaning filled the hotel room, muffled by a black ballgag with red strap. The mare whose teeth dug into the rubber could barely move, a red rope harness around her chest keeping her upper arms pinned to her side with her wrists tied tightly and pulled against her ass with a strict crotch rope. Her legs had been folded over her and secured with more rope, also attached to her chest harness. “This is what you get for opening your present early.”
Diamond Tiara stopped her struggling and glared up at Snails, giving a muffled angry retort that did nothing but make the young stallion chuckle. He moved closer, making the mare whimper slightly as he ran his hands over her stocking clad legs up to her suspender thong, around to her matching black bra with floral accents, firmly giving her breasts a squeeze. “I will be nice to you though, I’m sure you want these off.” She gave a soft moan as her high heels were slipped off her feet, but then burst into a fit of giggles as Snails started to tickle her soles, Tiara thrashing about on the stool where she was set down, doing her best and failing to get free.
“Come on, keep it down will ya!” Snips, who had just put his head out of one of the bedroom doors to see what the racket was, closed the door once more and returned to his own mare, who was in a similar condition as her friend. Panting through her ring gag, Silver Spoon used her eyes to plead with Snips, but he just shook his head and grabbed a small remote from his pocket, turning the vibrations up and making her moan loudly. “You two need to learn to wait. Oh, and any mess you make, you will clean up. You’re kinda dressed for it.”
Silver Spoon was sat upon a chair in a black Prench maid’s outfit with a white trim and underskirt, attached suspenders keeping her white stockings up, ballet heels upon her feet. A tight chest harness secured her to the back rest, her wrists and ankles were tied to the arm rest, her thighs the same and leaving her on display if not for the little white apron. On the seat was tied a very powerful vibrator, the first very inches buzzing within her pussy, enough to arouse, but not enough to push her over the edge. Snips slowly walked over and unzipped his pants, pressing his cock through her gag.
Meanwhile, in the hotel suite opposite, another mare bound and gagged was moaning loudly, two stallions pounding away at her whilst a third sat back and watched. She couldn’t see who they were because of her blindfold, but Trixie knew one thing; her coltfriend was going all out this time, as these were only the next in line after several stallions. The one behind her suddenly thrust in hard, releasing wave after wave of spunk into her ass, joining the loads that were already there.
The stallion in her pussy followed a moment later, pulling out so that he spurted onto her stomach, his seed rapidly cooling in her fur. They didn’t leave her alone just yet, plugging her holes with large didlos and keeping them in place with a tight crotch rope. Being set down on her knees, Trixie gave a small whimper whilst waiting for the next one, but he never came. She blinked rapidly when her blindfold was removed and the light hit her eyes, looking up at the only stallion left in the room. “Just how Ah like you; filled to spillin’ point with the seed of other stallions.”
Trixie looked down her body and gave a small giggle, seeing her stomach had a slight bulge to it, as well as the mess on her fur. Whilst she wouldn’t mind another round with the stallion that was speaking, he had already gone several times with her, then the ‘lucky winners’ from the raffle at the show that night had come to her hotel. Being stood up, she waited patiently as a collar was buckled around her neck.
The stallion leant in and kissed her around the gag, making her moan happily, her eyes staring into his shimmering green orbs, her body writhing against his when he held her close. “So then, mah lil’ fuck slut, what’s next? Shall we go see how the yougin’s are doing?”
Trixie gave a muffled yes along with a nod, the stallion clipping a leash to her collar and heading towards the door, ensuring the coast was clear; Trixie was naked after all. Taking out the spare key to the other room, to which the showmare had insisted on to keep an eye on her assistants, he unlocked the door and entered, Trixie following. “Well, seems like things are fine in here, don’t it Trix?”
Looking around, she saw Snips and Snails sat at the table playing cards, Diamond Tiara bound and gagged and doing her best to get free. Silver Spoon was on the opposite side of the room in the same situation, but different position, the chair she was on shifting slightly with every sudden move the young mare made. Dropping Trixie’s leash, the stallion walked over to the table and pulled up a chair, taking his hat off and placing it on the table. “So, room fer one more?”
Snips and Snails looked at each other and then at Trixie with a smirk, then began to deal another round. Looking at her assistants, Trixie felt a little sorry for them, because she could see the mares had been in those positions for a while and her lover would destroy the colts in cards. While the colts were doomed, she could at least help the mares. Thankful her legs hadn’t been bound, she approached Diamond Tiara and sat next to her, the earth pony giving muffled moans of protest when Trixie leant over her, but she stopped as soon as she felt the ropes around her wrists loosen a little.
Several minutes later and she was free, returning the favour to the unicorn, but Trixie stopped her removing the crotch rope. The pair made their way over to Silver Spoon and untied her as well, the trio then walking over to the table and using their stallions’ laps as seats. Trixie looked at her four young assistants and smiled, the small group being part of something she never really had; a family. “Well, it looks like our show is a hit in Manehatten. As tomorrow night is an off night, I’d like to take you four out for a treat, but I’m not telling you where.”
“An’ what about me?” Trixie leant back against her stallion and kissed his cheek, then nuzzled against him.
“Braeburn, darling, who do you think is paying?”
Author's Note
The part with Scootaloo and Pip links with the fic Making Memories , by Whitestrake. Go give it some love.
For those RumbleBloom fans, do not worry, we return to them next chapter!
Non Escape Artists 2: Who Wants To Break Free?!
The little bell above the front door jingled, alerting the bored mare who was idly flicking through a fashion magazine that she had a customer, and she slowly, unenthusiastically made her way into the showroom. Her mood changed in an instant as her eyes took in the gorgeous stallion looking over the display. She could see he was well built, and could feel an air of sophistication from him. Then he turned around.
She almost fainted on the spot when he smiled at her, walking towards the counter behind which she stood, her eyes staring into the shimmering light arctic blue orbs of who she could now see was a unicorn; she knew his face from somewhere, but couldn’t remember where. He placed his hands down on the counter and leant forward, that winning smile ever present. “Why hello there.”
Oh Celestia, his voice! The dulcet tones from the stallion made her legs quiver, and she didn’t do a thing to fight the blush that lit her light vanilla cheeks, taking a deep breath before she replied. “H-hello, sir, and welcome to C-C-Coco’s Cultured Creations. Is t-t-there something I can help y-y-you with?” His eyes briefly flicked down, her blush intensifying, but then he turned back to the store, and one particular section at that, one hidden from the view in the window from outside on the main street.
“I heard that you make all of your own clothes here. Is that true?” Maybe he’s somepony from the Canterlot fashion circle. “So, who am I talking with?”
“M-my name is Coco Pommel, sir. May I have yours?”
“You may call me… Bluey. Come, tell me about this one here.” Coco walked out from behind the counter and over to where he was looking, his gaze centred on a piece of which she was waiting for the right buyer, or for use with somepony of her own. “I can certainly see the craftsmanship, you have a lot of skill, Miss Pommel.”
“Thank you. Now, were you looking at purchasing this for somepony special?”
“Yes, but it’s hard to picture it on her hanging there. I don’t suppose you have models, do you?” Coco turned to see Bluey was looking at her, and she shook her head, the stallion giving a sigh. He ran his hand over the light purple fabric, his eye giving Coco another once over. “Perhaps… perhaps you would be so kind as to model it for me?”
He saw the request shocked her, so gave her a soft smile in the hopes of giving her some reassurance. “You see, the queen of my heart insists on the best and constantly new, so this may be a beginning of a long string of purchases from my side, you see. Besides, no designer should be ashamed of wearing her own creation."
The more rational part of her mind screamed in refusal, but in her business’ current dry spell, owing to it being Bridleway’s off season, she found her hands reaching up to take the light purple fabrics, her face really flushed now. And she had to admit to herself, she did find the idea of giving the stallion a show enticing. “I, um… will be back in a moment.” Averting her eyes from the stallion, Coco took the items and returned to the back room, where she stripped out of her usual clothes.
First went on a thong, followed by a corset. Most of such items would be laced at the back, with either magic or assistance from another pony, but as Coco had to do it herself, it laced at the front, with a large bow on the back keeping it taut. Next were her thigh high, high heeled boots and opera-style gloves, all of the outfit in a light purple. She went to return and show off the outfit to Bluey, but she looked at her usual clothes and got a flash of inspiration, reaching for the collar.
She slowly made her way into the store once more, the stallion’s ear flicking with each thud from her boots until she stopped and turned around. His smile changed from cheeky to hungry in a moment, and he walked around her several times. “Very nice. Oh, and the clothing looks good too.”
Coco gave a little giggle, her blush lessening a little, that is until he made his next request. “Now, this might sound a little weird, but do you think you could sit on the back of that?” Her eyes followed his outstretched fingers, hoping it wasn’t pointing where she thought, but alas it was.
“Um… o-okay?” In one corner, visible through a window onto an alley that nopony ever used, was a ponyquin. Unlike most others, this one was not for the clothing of the current generation of ponies, but their extremely distant quadruped cousins, and Coco briefly wondered what Bluey was into for asking such a thing. She wasn’t too proud of the item, as she remembered seeing it at some party, but not how it got back to her store.
Still, she wasn’t going to do anything that might chase a potential buyer of this outfit away, so moved to one side of it and lifted a leg over, pulling herself up and over onto the back; she could feel his eyes on her ass when she was moving. As she settled into a somewhat comfortable position, Bluey’s horn glowed and a top hat floated over and lowered onto the ponyquin’s head.
He then moved around, taking in the view from several angles before he gave a nod, about to say something when the front door opened once more. A cold draught made Coco shiver, and her blush came back as another mare appeared, even if it was one she knew, and took a long hard look at the scene.
“Blueblood, why is Coco on that in that?”
“I… may have asked her to model so that I could see it on a pony instead of a hanger.”
Coco’s eyes went wide as soon as she heard the name, looking towards Rarity in horror as the unicorn mare came into view completely, with a young pegasus stallion and earth pony mare following. They didn’t seem fazed by what they saw, moving to the more normal clothes and browsing away. Hopping down from the ponyquin, Coco walked calmly but quickly into the backroom in order to get presentable, just as the bell over the front door rang once more, Rarity turning around. “Well, good afternoon. How may we help?”
Stood in the foyer was a young pegasus stallion, somewhat attractive with a flowing white mane that reached past his shoulders, his coat a pearl night blue, and he was dressed in a simple suit. He looked around the store, his gaze settling on Rumble and Applebloom with a smile for a few moments, before he focused on Rarity. "I was just strolling down the alley to get home quicker when I glanced into the window by chance and said to myself 'my, what a nice top hat. I want one like that.’"
With Coco still in the stockroom and doing Celestia knows what, Rarity took it upon herself to quickly measure the stallion’s head, then find a hat the perfect size. She led him to the counter and rang it through, where he looked around a few times and then looked to Rarity.
“So, is everything displayed in here for sale?"
"Oh, of course."
"Surely not that sweet young mare from the backroom?"
Rarity blinked a couple of times and worked her mouth, trying to think of a way to respond to that, but a quiet voice from behind her answered instead.
“Well… I-I’m not for sale, but d-dinner would be acceptable.” The two ponies looked to the side door where Coco was now stood, staring at the floor with a blush still on her cheeks. Her eyes briefly flicked up and met the young stallion’s, before she stepped closer and held out her hand. “M-my name is Coco Pommel, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Instead of shaking it like Rarity expected, he bowed down and lifted her hand up, gently giving it kiss and then looked up at her. “A beautiful name for a beautiful pony.” When he stood back up, Rarity noted that he kept Coco’s hand in his, biting her lip to stop the joyful squeal from bursting out as he continued. “I am Silver Wisp, and I would be honoured if you’d join me for dinner this evening at The Herbi Voré.”
That was too much for Rarity, who was caught by a chuckling Blueblood as she fainted.
Twilight Sparkle paced around the library of Manehatten Manor, the royal residence just a few miles outside of the city. It was her first official visit here, yet the staff had learnt all they needed to know of her, and quickly assessed that she was not in a very amicable mood right now. Only one creature dared to approach her, and he creeped out most of the ponies that worked in the manor everytime they saw him.
“My mistress, is there something I can do?”
“Nothing.”
The changeling sighed, looking back to the book he had been reading the past two days. Unlike the others that were leaders of his kind, he was not Twilight Sparkle’s sex slave, he was more her student. For the first two months he didn’t understand why she would not allow him to please her, but she eventually told him that she would not take that position unless the feelings were mutual. She also clarified that she followed the example of others only to prevent rumors about racism and to protect at least one being from unbecoming abuse. That, and she simply couldn't resist learning about a different culture.
The mare moved over to the large desk in the corner and sat down, staring at nothing as he continued to look over the words. As soon as Twilight found out he couldn’t even read, she grew excited about teaching him herself, and now he didn’t need help with the books she had given him, never mind that they were meant for foals.
“What I am going to do with him?”
“Him, mistress? Do you mean the master?”
“Master? Asshole, more like.” The drone looked up to see Twilight holding a picture frame, knowing who it would show, yet held his tongue until she spoke again. He didn’t want it cut out, like he knew happened to some of his kin before the failed invasion when they spoke out of turn. “I wanted to talk with him, but when I went back to Ponyville he wasn’t there. Applejack said he’d gone somewhere with Soarin, but didn’t know where.”
“Soarin the Wonderbolt, mistress?” Twilight finally looked at him and nodded, then frowned as he averted his gaze.
“Lecture, what do you know?”
“Mistress… Soarin the Wonderbolt is half Neighponesse. If I am right, then the master is in Neighpon.” Before Twilight could question how he knew this, Lecture stood up and turned towards the door, his wings buzzing in seeming agitation. “Mistress, we have guests.”
There was a knock on the door, followed by the head of the staff entering the room and giving a quick bow. “Your majesty, there are a couple of ponies who seek an audience with you. I have told them that you wish not to be disturbed, but the mare was quite insistent.”
“It’s okay, bring them in please.”
“Of course, your majesty.” He left the room and closed the door, Twilight taking the chance to make herself presentable, whilst Lecture moved to his ‘public’ place; behind his mistress and keeping quiet. Several moments later the door opened once more, the steward entering and standing to the side. “Presenting Mr Apple and Miss Lulamoon.” Twilight had gotten excited at the first name, then confused when she heard the second, knowing it from somewhere. It wasn’t until the stallion and mare walked in that she realised who the mare was, blinking in surprise as they stopped in front of the desk and bowed.
“Leave us.” The chief steward and Lecture went to do as instructed, but Twilight stopped the changeling with a hand on his arm, silently asking him to remain with her. Whether for security or support, he didn’t know, but stay he did as she turned back to the other two ponies. “Mr Apple, Miss Lulamoon, you may rise.”
Twilight expected Trixie to start spouting off how great she was or something, but the unicorn remained silent and instead looked nervously to the earth pony, who took off his hat and stepped forward. “Yer majesty, we was wonderin’, me and Trixie, are there any laws that stop an unwed couple from adoptin’? Ya see, everywhere we’ve tried several times, and lack o’ marriage is t’ only thing we can think of.”
Twilight turned her gaze towards Trixie, who stepped forward until she was only on the other side of the desk, her eyes locked with the alicorn. Then she dropped to her knees, tears starting to fall. “Please, your majesty, I know I have done wrong in the past, but I have changed!” She closed her eyes as she began sobbing, Braeburn stepping forward to help her up when Twilight stopped him with a wave of her arm, standing from her seat.
She walked around the desk and knelt down next to Trixie, pulling the unicorn into a tight embrace even if it meant her blouse got soaked. Twilight held Trixie until the tears ran dry, then helped her stand and offered her a tissue from the desk, turning to the changeling. “Lecture, do you think you could find a book on adoption laws?”
“I can try, mistress.”
“Very good. Bring it to the lounge when you have it. Braeburn, Trixie, come with me.” Twilight led them out of the library and through the manor into a large room with ornate furniture, where she gestured the couple to a large plush couch. “Before I look into or overturn any possible laws, I would like to know why you can not have your own foal, if you wouldn’t mind?”
“Well, Ah’m fine, but Trix…”
“It was the Alicorn Amulet.” The memories of that incident were still clear to Twilight, yet she didn’t know about any adverse effects other than sending the wearer insane. “It did damage to me, which can not be reversed, no matter how much magic is used. Please, Princess Sparkle, if I can’t have my own children, allow me to give the chance of a better life to another.”
It was at this point Lecture entered the lounge carrying several books, placing them down on the coffee table. Twilight leant forward and looked at the titles, giving a nod to Lecture as she selected one of the tomes and cracked it open. Silence reigned for ten, for the couple, very painful minutes, until Twilight closed the book and sat back with a sigh, her eyes shut. "You were right in that assumption. Unwed couples can't adopt."
“Could ya tell us why it’s not possible?”, Braeburn asked with curiosity.
“Because any unwed relationship is insecure in the eyes of officials. When a marriage fails, there is a set and unavoidable judicial procedure to decide the fate of the child. But you can break up without telling anypony. The social workers will never risk putting the child in danger.”
“Well, that’s a relief.” Braeburn smirked at Trixie, then looked to Twilight and saw confusion upon the alicorn’s features. “It’s an easy fix, right hon?” When he turned back to Trixie, she had a glare on her face and her arms were crossed.
“So it is your fault! Why have you not made an honest mare of me?”
“Well, that’s simple. You ain’t an honest mare, an’ how are ya supposed to answer with a ballgag in yer mouth?” Braeburn smirked at his indignant marefriend for a moment, then turned to face Twilight, who was grinning in amusement at their playfulness. “So, what’s it take t’ get married these days?”
“That’s actually quite simple. You simply need to book your venue and turn up on the day, ensuring to take identification, and having at minimum two witnesses. Is there anything else I can assist you with today?”
“No, thank you. Well, Ah think we’ll take our leave now.”
Twilight stood up, Braeburn and Trixie following, going to bow, but Twilight stopped them and pulled Trixie into another hug, whilst the stallion watched with concern on his face for his marefriend, at least until the alicorn turned towards him with narrowed eyes. “Braeburn… how do you feel about the Neighponesse?”
“Aw heck, that why Mac ain’t around? Want me to find him and give him a good ol’ slap?”
“No, now please answer the question.”
“What happened years ago don’t mean anything to me, yer highness. As long as pony isn’t up to no good, then Ah ain’t got a problem with them. But don’t be too hard on him, Twi, he took our great grandpappy’s stories to heart. T’ only other thing Ah know about it is that Granny Smith has disowned Mac.” Going by the look on Twilight’s face, he realised she didn’t know anything about that, Braeburn decided it was time he and Trixie left, taking her hand and following Lecture to the entrance, where he bid them farewell and returned to the lounge, seeing Twilight in deep thought.
“Mistress?”
“If he has gone to Neighpon with Soarin, then he won’t be back for several days. He’d better be on his best behaviour.” Twilight made her way back to the library, Lecture giving a shudder as his imagination went wild at what punishments the mistress would inflict on the master if he was not a gentlecolt whilst away.
Mac watched on with unease in his stomach as Soarin expertly guided the airship into the dock that almost fit the contours of the vessel perfectly. Several ponies at the edge of the birth grabbed a hold of the railings on portside whilst others fixed the mooring lines to a couple of bollards. Soarin grabbed his pack and motioned for Mac to do the same, then carefully stepped onto the dock, glancing over his shoulder to ensure the earth pony was following.
Mac didn’t know how to react to those that stopped to look at him, most of the dock workers having masks over their faces so he couldn’t read their expressions, and those that he might have been able to were too far away. Soarin took a deep breath of air and started walking towards one of the offices, Mac scrambling to catch up. His ears twitched upon hearing a beautiful voice, even if he didn’t understand it. when they slipped through the door.
“En, Lybdyeh, ed ryc paah duu muhk. Femm oui pa eh bund vun y frema?”
Mac had seen several models at high society functions he attended with Twilight, but unlike those ‘sticks’, the mare sat behind the desk seemed to fit the shape well, and she didn’t look unhealthy so. Her dark blue mane stood out well against her pale cream coat, her pink irises sparkling with youthful mischievousness as she watched Soarin take a seat opposite her. Mac chose to remain standing.
“Hu, uhmo y tyo. E ys crufehk res ynuiht. Drec ec Macintosh Apple .” The young mare’s happy expression changed in an instant, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the earth pony stallion. He just crossed his arms and glared back, Soarin giving a tired sigh. “Ra ec Bnehlacc Sparkle’s byndhan.”
The mare’s expression turned neutral as she stood, and Mac blinked in shock; her long legs put her at eye level with Mac. She walked in front of him and their eyes locked, but then she moved once more, bowing to Mac. He looked to Soarin, who motioned for Mac to do the same, and that’s what he did, the mare rising back up at the same time as him.
“Welcome to Neighpon, Consort Apple. Please enjoy your stay.” She returned to her desk and quickly filled out the paperwork, waving them away with her smile back. Mac smiled in return, just being polite, but he didn’t fail to notice the look of relief that washed over Soarin’s face.
Grabbing their bags, the two stallions waked into a bustling street, ponies in a hurry to get home or to work, and street vendors trying to pedal their goods. If it hadn’t been for the architecture, Mac wouldn’t have seen a difference between here and anywhere else, his eyes roaming everywhere as he followed Soarin down the street.
“And we’re here, our first stop.” Mac looked up at the large building they had come to a halt outside of. It looked similar to the others, but also much older, and they started up the steps as Soarin smiled. “Here is the Museum of Neighpon. You’ll learn what you need to know inside. But I warn you now, the owner won’t take any shit.”
Mac just nodded and made his way inside, stopping dead as he thought he saw Soarin behind the desk. Another, longer glance showed this stallion was much older than the pegasus now next to Mac… and he didn’t seem happy to see either of them.
“Yeah, dad was always a hard ass. History books are through the left door.”
Mac nodded to Soarin, leaving the pegasi glaring at one another. If given the choice, Mac would rather be back in Equestria, suffering at the whims of an irate alicorn, than in the same building as Soarin and his father.
Rumble knocked on the door to the hotel room, then took Applebloom’s hand, giving his marefriend a supportive squeeze. The door opened to reveal an earth pony with a brilliant orange coat with a light gold mane and tail, wearing one of the hotel’s robes. Her sparkling blue eyes roamed over the young couple for a few moments, then she stepped to the side and let them in, her face finally showing some emotion as she smiled.
“I am so glad you agreed to this on such short notice, Applebloom.”
“Shucks, ain’t no problem, Ms Harshwhinny. Ah gotta learn how to look after a foal, right?”
“This is true.” The elder mare watched with a smirk as Rumble set his bag down on the floor and approached the unicorn colt playing with building blocks. The game ceased as the pegasus sat down opposite him, then looked towards his mother, who gave him a nod. He resumed playing whilst Bridle waved Applebloom towards her room. “It seems like your coltfriend has everything under control, and I could do with your help for a moment.”
“Sure thing.” As soon as they were in the bedroom of the suite, the door was closed and locked, Bridle throwing her robe to a chair, now completely naked. Applebloom had been around her friends without clothes before, but with a mare she hardly knew she wasn’t sure how to handle the situation. “M-ms H-harshwhinny, what are ya d-doing?”
“Like I said, I could do with your help.” Bridle gestured towards the bed, and Applebloom sighed in relief as she saw what was set out upon it, then gave a giggle. Bridle smirked as well, both mares knowing precisely where the underwear the elder earth pony had chosen for the night came from, and what was expected when one wore such garments. “Yes, exactly.”
“So, Ah can assume yer gonna be late back t’night?” Bridle nodded, Applebloom motioning for her to turn around. Working together, they got the first item in position, a lace black corset that went high enough to cover Bridle’s breasts, suspenders hanging from the bottom, Applebloom pulling the laces tight. “Ah can’t wait to be able to wear somethin’ like this again.”
“I know what you mean, but even then, I wouldn’t trade the time spent carrying Brushy for anything.” Applebloom stood waiting in case she was needed for anything else, a hand resting on her belly as Bridle unrolled a black stocking up her leg. “Could you get the back one please?”
“O’ course.” Once she had done that, Applebloom waited until the other stocking was in place and attached it to the other suspender, then stepped back. Bridle grabbed a pair of panties and slipped into them. Applebloom’s gaze had drifted to the number hanging from the wardrobe, feeling a pang of jealously as Bridle slipped into it with little effort.
She fought it down as Bridle pulled out a make up bag, the farm mare taking it from her hands with a smirk. Thirty minutes later Bridle met with Applebloom’s agreement, the elder mare now sporting a light pink lip gloss and blue eyeshadow, and even some jewellery; stud earrings with amethysts and a matching necklace. Her mane and tail were brushed out straight, the long gold locks reaching just past her shoulders.
Bridle smiled at her reflection, then turned on the seat and slipped her feet into a pair of black heels. The two mares left the bedroom and Bridle fought down her giggle as she noticed Rumble do a double take, whilst Applebloom growled lightly. Grabbing her purse from the table and slipping it onto her shoulder, Bridle then looked towards the two males. “Brushy, can you come here for a moment please?”
The little unicorn finished placing his blocks and nodded to Rumble, who was busy sorting blocks by type, then stood and walked over to his mother. She knelt down and brushed some crumbs from his t-shirt and pulled him into a tight embrace. “You be a good colt for Applebloom and Rumble, okay?”
“Why can’t I come see daddy with you?”
“I need to talk with him first, okay sweetie? I’ll see you in the morning.” The colt giggled and squirmed as Bridle kissed his cheek, then walked towards to the door. She waved with a smile as she left, leaving the trio alone.
Near silence filled the room, the only sounds being that of the refrigerator and sniffling, Applebloom turning to see Brushed Honour looking from her to Rumble, his lower lip quivering. She began to panic, not knowing what to do, but fortunately her coltfriend came to the rescue, moving towards the ice box.
“So, who wants ice cream?”
Applebloom heaved a sigh of relief as the colt nodded, jumping up onto the couch. She made her way over and sat next to him, but not so close that she invaded his personal space. She gasped as she felt fidgeting in her stomach.
She notice Brushed looking at her in confusion, so she gently reached over and took his hand, placing it on her swollen belly. Almost immediately he began to giggle as he felt the kicking, Applebloom smiling towards Rumble as he made his way over.
“Ah think tonight’s gonna go just fine.”
Author's Note
I realised something about my dogs today. Atkins avoids stepping in puddles, even if it's just plain water, whilst Harvey tears through muddy soggy areas as if it's not there...
Atkins is Rarity and Harvey is Applejack.
The part with Ms Harshwhinny will be explained (eventually) in the second part to Making Memories , by Whitestrake.
Non Escape Artists 2: Who Wants To Break Free?!
Coco took a deep breath as she felt many eyes upon her when she walked through the restaurant with one of her arms wrapped around one of Silver Wisp’s. While he tended to blend into the typical image of the higher middle-class with his suit similar to the one worn by him back in the store, her attire was certainly turning heads.
Made by Rarity that very afternoon, a strapless red gown adorned her body, flowing right to the floor and covering her left leg, but the right leg was revealed up to her thigh’s mid point. She was left alone for a moment whilst Wisp gathered their coats, helping her into hers first before slipping into his own and offering her his arm once more, the two of them stepping out into the streets.
Their path took them into one of the city’s green areas, tree lined avenues and large open grassy parts. Other couples were walking these paths as well, some silent and some whispering sweet nothings to each other. The stallion at Coco’s side was the former kind, not that she minded, happy to be sharing in another’s company.
Splitting the park in two was the Horson River, here a series of small cascades before ending in a massive waterfall and meeting with the ocean. Sometimes, Coco forgot this part of Manehatten was on a cliff. They had passed all of the bridges that crossed the river, meaning they would have to double back, or so she thought.
Drifting around the last pool were several small boats, with enough space for one operator and two passengers. Turning to her side, she caught the flash of a grin on Wisp’s face, and he guided her down to the jetty where one of the small boats had just pulled up. He helped her into it and then climbed in next to her, nodding to the operator.
The ride to the other side was slow going, giving Coco time to snuggle against Wisp’s side and watch as they drifted across the water. It still ended too soon, Coco broken from her gazing around the small lake when the boat bumped into the other jetty. Wisp stood up and helped Coco out, then turned and passed a few bits to the operator, who began smiling happily.
Resuming their journey in silence, Coco didn’t fail to notice that the area they were now in seemed to be even more upper class than the Hérbi Voré. They were heading towards the lavish entrance of an apartment block.
“Mr Wisp, a good evening to you. And your lovely companion as well.”
Coco blushed as the well dress older stallion gave her a polite bow and opened the door, letting them pass. Wisp stood back a little and whispered to the doorpony for a moment, then caught up to her. She was finding his silence strangely attractive, and all she had found out over dinner was that he worked for Manehatten’s local government, an aide to the city’s district attorney
They were going to head towards the elevators at the back of the lobby when the pony behind the counter waved Wisp over. He left Coco for a moment and walked over, chatting briefly to the pony and collecting a decent sized pile of post, then motioned Coco to join him at the elevators.
Once they were in and the doors closed, Coco couldn’t wait any longer, pressing Wisp against the elevator and pulling his muzzle down to hers, closing her eyes as she pressed her lips to his. Wisp returned the kiss, lifting his hands behind her head to prevent his mail from being creased.
Unbeknown to her, he quickly checked if it was anything important, as he firmly believed in ‘duty first, fun afterwards.’ Luckily, it was all junk mail, which meant he could focus on his guest for the evening. As the elevator pinged unexpectedly, Coco broke from Wisp’s lips and rested her head on his shoulder. When the doors slid open, one of the building’s janitors stepped in, looking at the pair with a raised eyebrow.
“Good evening, Mr Wisp.”
“Good evening, Scruffy. I hope you’re not heading to my floor.”
“Yessir, but not your wing. The ventilation issue has been sorted. This is a leaky bathroom.”
“I hope it’s something that you can easily fix.” The janitor just shrugged, Wisp looked down with a smirk at the mare leaning against him. He leaned down and pulled her closer, blowing warm breaths over her ear, then whispered into it. “You’re a naughty filly, getting too eager. I might have to punish you for that.”
Coco gave a giggle, really wishing that the janitor had gotten into a different elevator, but she did her best to keep herself under control. A few more moments went by and the elevator dinged again, Coco looking up to see that there were several floors below the top level, but her eyes went wide as she beheld the lavish carpets and tapestries lining the corridor. She didn’t fail to notice the wink Scruffy gave Wisp as he walked over to his task.
Wisp took her hand and led her down the corridor, stopping in front of one of the doors. It was swung open to reveal a fairly bare entrance hallway, a coat and hat rack along one wall.
“May I take your jacket?”
Coco slipped from her coat and passed it to Wisp, who removed his own and his suit jacket, waving her towards the door at the opposite end of the corridor. She walked over to it and pushed it open, gasping as the wall sized window gave her a view over the park they had walked through, and the ocean to the side.
Wisp came in behind her, using a switch on the wall to slowly turn the lights up, but not too bright. Coco gasped as the illumination revealed a bucket of ice with a wine bottle resting in it, and two glasses waiting on the small coffee table. Walking over to it, Wisp popped the cork and poured a glass of the wine, offering it to Coco, who accepted and took a gracious sip.
She moved to the window and had a thorough look, having never been this high in the city’s skyline before. In the distance, she could just make out the setting sun’s glow reflecting from the edge of Cloudspire, the main body of the cloud city just out of view.
A shudder ran through her body as Wisp stepped up behind her, his lips brushing the back of her neck. She leaned into him, letting out a small moan as he moved to the side of her neck, pinching a bit of skin between his teeth and nibbling gently. She reached a hand around to the back of his head to keep him there, whilst her other one lay over his hands as they rested on her stomach.
He continued to work her up until she could take no more, pushing him away and turning with a flustered face to look at him, biting her lip. He stepped back with a chuckle, slowly sipping on his own wine. He waved to the couch facing the window, letting Coco sit down before setting himself next to her, the pair finishing off their drinks.
Coco turned to him, going to surprise him with a kiss, but he beat her to it. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck, but he held them to her side. At first she resisted as he tried to push them behind her, but eventually gave in. When he brought his hands back around, Coco pulled her lips away from him with a gasp, looking over her shoulder to see her wrists bound by a piece of lace ribbon, then turned back to Wisp.
“H-hey! What do you think you’re doing?”
“”Well, you were a naughty filly in the elevator, were you not?”
“O-okay… but no gags?”
“No gags, I promise.” Wisp held up his hand, Coco staring at the fabric now laying across it, but then she nodded. She let out a deep breath as the strip of cotton covered her eyes, her arms tensing slightly. She could feel that insatiable itch, but with her wrists bound tight enough behind her back so that she couldn’t escape, she was now at the mercy of the stallion with whom she gone home. She let out a small whimper as she felt his hand slowly stroking her thigh, then gave a sharp gasp as it moved between her legs, rubbing the outside of her panties.
She felt Silver Wisp shift on the couch, followed by his arms wrapping around her body. She gave a startled yelp as he pulled her onto his lap, held tightly against his chest with her head nestled just under his chin. His warm breaths made her ear flicker, then she let out a loud moan as he took it between his teeth and nibbled gently, his fingers working their way inside her panties this time, teasing at the edge of her marehood.
She moaned lightly as his fingertips eased her lips open slightly, shifting her hips forward in an attempt to get them deeper, but he pulled away with chuckle. Coco broke free of Wisp’s grip and stood up, turning around with a pout, ‘looking’ to where he sat. “Do you tease all the mares like this?”
“Only the ones I like. Is it uncomfortable?”
“Well, no, but it’s… um, been awhile for me, so I kindahh!!!” Wisp had reached up and pulled Coco back into his lap, facing him this time, her breath stolen as they kissed passionately. She moaned happily into his mouth as she started to grind herself on his crotch, then giggled when she felt an extra bump.
She tried to send her tongue into his mouth, but Wisp overpowered her with his own, but only momentarily, their battle for oral supremacy lasting several moments. When their lips parted, Coco took a few deep breaths, then gasped in surprise as Wisp suddenly slid her to the couch beside him.
She felt him get up and thought he was leaving her there, but then his hands drifted over the fur on her shins, moving up her legs. Coco shuddered in anticipation as her dress was shifted up her body and the matching deep red panites rolled down her legs. She gasped when she felt a snoot pressed against her pussy, warm breaths making her lips quiver, and then a tongue drifted over her marehood.
Wisp placed Coco’s legs over his shoulders for better access, his hands drifting up her body and pulling the top part of her dress down, revealing her pert breasts. Her breaths became pants with the odd moan as his hands took a good grip of her ample chest and his fingers massaged into them, his tongue now slipping into her folds.
Her thighs began to squeeze his head a little, but if it bothered him, he didn’t show it. In fact, it had the opposite effect, the stallion moving his muzzle slightly to nibble on her clit. By now Coco was moaning quite loudly, her wrists straining at their bonds, and her arousal level just kept going higher.
It all came to a head when Wisp licked a trail from the bottom of her dripping cunny to her button, Coco throwing her head back with a scream as she reached the point of release, her legs clenching around his head as wave after wave of her fluids leaked onto his muzzle.
Whilst Coco came down from her high, Wisp freed himself and sat on the couch next to the mare, pulling her to his lap once more. Suddenly her wrists were loosened, and she wrapped one arm around the stallion on whom she was sitting, the other reaching for the blindfold. She lifted it from her eyes and stared at the grinning pegasus, then both of them pressed closer until their lips met in a sensual kiss.
Their muzzles parted and Wisp moved down to nibble gently on Coco’s neck again, the mare giving a soft moan. She slid her arms under his wings and pulled him close, her fingers reaching for and gripping the joint of his wings firmly. The stallion pulled away with a shuddering breath, his deep purple eyes half covered by his eyelids, and Coco gave a giggle as she felt both his wings and apparatus stiffening even more.
Standing up, Wisp took Coco’s hand and pulled her with him, the mare then giving a shriek as he lifted her up and carried her towards the door. Now she was free to wrap her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder. He took her further into the apartment, opening another door where her eyes went wide.
The majority of the walls were covered in bookshelves, some full and some empty. In the centre was a sturdy dark oak desk facing out over the park, curtains drawn on the window perpendicular to that one. The floor was covered by a fluffy carpet, and the walls that were actually bare were bordeaux in colour. Wisp gave a small chuckle as he watched Coco gaze around in wonder.
“It’s a small collection. Some for reference, some for fiction.”
There was another door, Wisp carrying Coco through that and closing it behind him. Then he set her gently down onto a double bed. The curtains were not drawn in here, the room illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. Sitting up, Coco reached around her back and found the zip to her dress, slowly pulling it down.
She wriggled her way free of it, letting it slip to the floor and, leaving her attired in just her elbow gloves and red high heels. Shifting to the foot of the bed, she tugged Wisp closer and began to unbutton his shirt, then pulled it down from his arms. Next her fingers worked at his belt and pants, letting them slip down his legs once she had undone them.
Whilst he bent down to remove his shoes and socks, she slid back up the bed until her head was on the pillows, one leg bent up so that it covered her marehood, then she beckoned Wisp over with a finger, smirking when a ray of moonlight shined on his hardened length.
Her leg straightened out as he crawled on top of her, her arms moving around his back to pull him down so that their lips could meet and so she could run her fingers through his feathers. Her thighs parted when she felt his member slide against them, giving him access. She then rolled over so that she was on top.
Wisp didn’t mind, his hands instantly moving to her hips to help her remain stable as he felt the warmth of her marehood surround his tip. Ever so slowly Coco slid herself down his cock, letting out shuddering breaths the deeper he entered, until she could go no more. Wisp glanced down his body and was impressed, it wasn’t often he found a mare that could take his entire length, yet Coco seemed to have a bit of room to spare.
Reaching her hands to the joints of Wisp’s wings, she gently squeezed them and watched as they spread out to the side, knocking something off the cabinet to the side of the bed. Neither of them bothered to check what it was. After fondling the wings until they were almost rigid, Coco remained still, then moved her hands to Wisp’s chest and raised her hips, her pussy resisting and trying to keep the cock within her.
Rolling his hips under her, Wisp increased the distance his dick travelled within her, Coco giving a gasp of pleasure as she slid down and took him in her once more. For the moment they kept the slow pace, gently massaging each other.
If he had been on top, Wisp would have set the pace, but he let Coco dictate the terms of this encounter, reacting accordingly when she sped up or slowed down. Her face was flustered now, he could feel the warmth from her body, and her marehood was even hotter.
Coco leant down and pressed her lips to Wisp’s, this time her tongue entering his mouth, at least until he fought back. She moaned happily into his mouth as she continued to repeatedly sink his shaft into her depths, then she pulled away and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Her heavy breaths made his ear flicker, and small screams began to escape from her mouth. Wisp was glad, it meant she was close once more, and as it had been some time for him, he did not know how much longer he could keep going.
It wasn’t long until Coco’s grip around him tightened and a louder scream assaulted his ears, her vaginal muscles clamping on his cock and squeezing firmly. That was it for him, and with a groan he erupted, his dick throbbing as he shot load after load into the mare, both of them shuddering as they rode their orgasms to the last.
Collapsing to his chest, Coco panted heavily then slowly lifted her hips up, a wet pop sounding in the dark room as Wisp’s stallionhood was freed from her depths. She rolled off of him and to his side, but he got up from the bed. She was a bit confused, but hummed happily when she felt his lips in a soft kiss. Then he left the room.
The light shining through the door from the city slowly disappeared, then Wisp returned, the ice bucket and glasses in his arms. Coco shifted so that she was under the covers, holding them up for Wisp to slip in next to her after he set the items down to the side.
He passed her a refiled glass and sat against the headboad, Coco resting her head about halfway up his chest as one hand held her drink and the other drifted in lazy circles over his stomach. Wisp had his own glass, and wrapped his arm around the mare, pulling her closer just that little bit more, then covered her with a wing.
They lay there in the afterglow in silence, looking out the window as the clouds blocking the moonlight moved, illuminating the ocean and ships upon it, plus the great city of Cloudspire completely. Soon exhaustion caught up, and they snuggled down onto the bed in each other’s arms, Wisp’s wing covering them both and shutting out the rest of the world.
Omoroca set Sapphira down as they entered the house, watching the young dragoness. She had been constantly fidgeting during the evening, and Omoroca knew she was looking for her big brother. She followed her daughter down the hall and stood watch with a smile as the door was pushed open. The smile quickly faded into a frown as pained grunts hit her ears, and she walked forward a little, her eyes going wide at the scene.
Spike was standing at the foot of the bed, his legs spread wide and tied to the stands of the bed. His wrists were bound tightly in front of him and his arms pulled taut towards the headboard. His tail had been tied to his back, and around his head ran a black strap, leading to a large red ball in his mouth.
Mirroring the elder dragoness’ shocked look was Sweetie Belle, her own eyes wide and a crop held high in one hand, ready to strike at Spike’s reddened ass once more. Ever so slowly, Omoroca picked up Sapphira and backed out of the room, closing the door with a muted click, then walking into the lounge. She wordlessly passed her daughter to her husband and grabbed a bottle of whisky, not even bothering to get a glass as she pressed it to her lips.
Back in the spare room, Sweetie Belle was giggling uncontrollably at Spike, whom she found to look strangely adorable with his grumpy face broken by the ballgag in his mouth. She reached around his head and unbuckled it, a thoughtful hum escaping from her as she bounced the ball in her hand
“Spike? I have to say that even in those loose clothes, your mother looks pretty darn sexy.”
“That… is an awfully naughty thing to tell me, Sweets.”
“Not that you can do anything about it. Furthermore… did you just try to tell me what to do?”
“No, I just ah!!” Spike glanced up and saw Sweetie’s horn glowing, then grunted as the crop slapped his ass cheek again. He lowered his gaze to the floor, dropping his voice low. “I’m sorry, mistress.”
“Better.” Using her magic she untied Spike, then lifted him into the air and down onto the bed. Four ropes slid to his limbs like snakes, wrapping around his arms and legs, then pulling him into a ‘X’ shape and tying themselves off. “Now then, how about we put that tongue of yours to good use, hmm?”
Sweetie climbed onto the bed and sat on his chest, the crotchless part of her tight black catsuit facing him. Lifting her legs over the headboard, she shuffled forward until her cooch was pressed against his snout, her arms under her on the mattress for stability.
“Well, slave?”
Immediately she felt Spike’s long tongue plunge into her depths, the drake knowing all of her sweet spots, but missing them on purpose. Even though his parents were now home, he was going to keep this session going as long as he could.
Sweetie Belle let out a few low moans as Spike drifted closer to her more sensitive areas, grinding her crotch against his muzzle. Reaching a bit further behind her with one hand, she took his hard shaft and began to slowly slide her fingers up and down it, smirking evilly at the eager groans coming from between her legs.
Deciding that he had teased her enough, Spike sent his tongue around her walls, his ears twitching as small shrieks of pleasure escaped from his wife. Her body jerked when he hit certain areas, and he kept going back to them, right until the point where Sweetie threw her head back with a scream, her juices flowing down Spike’s muzzle.
When she pulled away from him, he had just a few moments to take several deep breaths, then the gag was put back in his mouth. He watched as Sweetie Belle slid down his body and pressed her crotch against his shaft, coating it with her juices, but that’s all she did for the moment.
Spike let out a muffled grunt when Sweetie Belle’s lips sealed around his head, her tongue flicking over his tip. She ever so slowly took more of his length in her mouth, her wriggling muscle making Spike’s organ twitch every time it lapped at him
His hands gripped the ropes, his arms and legs straining to break free, but after a one time mishap, Velvet had supplied them with nearly indestructible ropes, meaning Spike couldn’t break himself free with his claws.
Not that he would have done so right then, his head rolling back to the pillows and his eyes closing as he felt Sweetie Belle’s teeth gently press into his shaft as she drew back. He cracked one eye open a little, watching as Sweetie’s head slid up and down his shaft.
Her eyes opened and met his gaze, which pushed Spike over the edge, his cock twitching violently as he shot load after load into Sweetie’s mouth, the mare swallowing hard until he started to go soft, and she left his shaft free from her lips.
She climbed from the bed and slipped out of her catsuit, leaving Spike tied and gagged as she stepped into the bathroom. The young drake just sighed, waiting for her to come back and let him free.
She came back about ten minutes later, but ignored Spike as she slipped into a raunchy negligee, letting Spike see it before covering herself with a robe. Walking over to the bed, she sat next to Spike and traced a finger over his chest.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to cum, so here you shall stay until I return.” She leant down and kissed the tip of his snout, then got up and walked towards the door,ignoring his muffled protests. She stopped just outside, her horn glowing for a moment, then she turned off the lights and closed the door, leaving Spike in darkness.
Sweetie Belle walked down the hallway into the lounge, where Omoroca met her gaze then turned away with a blush, Mythic Flame looking up from his book and chuckling as he waved Sweetie Belle over.
“So, my wife tells me that you and my son are not as innocent as it seems.”
“Well, when I work in a store called ‘The Crop’, it’s kind of hard to keep that innocence. Besides, Spike went there first.” Sweetie watched as Sapphira made her wave over and lifted up her arms for a hug, so she took the young dragoness in her arms, then sat back on the couch. “It’s actually a nice place to work, and I get to test out new stuff that Strap builds!”
“Strap?” Mythic asked with a raised eyebrow, setting his book down on the coffee table. “Is that your boss?”
“No, that’s Miss Velvet. Strap is her business partner, builder, and special somepony.”
“I see, and where is Spike right now?”
“Oh, he angered his mistress, so he’s still being punished.” Sweetie Belle turned as she heard Omoroca cough, the bottle of whiskey now accompanied by a glass. “Are you okay?”
“Please forgive my wife.” Sweetie Belle turned to face Mythic, who was just grinning widely. “Even after twenty two years of being married to one, Omoroca still finds it hard to understand how ponies can be so open. Perhaps you two could have a mares’ day out around the city tomorrow?”
Sweetie Belle glanced at Omoroca, who seemed to be studying her for a reaction of some kind. “I’d love to. Will it be just us or will Sapphira come too?” Sweetie sighed internally in relief as Omoroca finally smiled.
“Of course she can come. In fact, your sister is in town as well, correct? Perhaps she can come too if not otherwise occupied.”
Sweetie nodded in agreement, then let out a massive yawn. It was followed by one from Sapphira, who decided Sweetie made a good pillow, her grip strong as Omoroca got up and fought to take her daughter to bed.
After saying goodnight to her in-laws, Sweetie returned to the spare room and giggled as she saw Spike tapping impatiently on the headboard. After he was set free and cleaned up, the pair got into bed and snuggled up, letting the sandmare do her work and call them off to slumber.
If not including Canterlot, a lot of ponies would class Manehatten, with its high sky line, connections to the eastern ocean, and various ponies from all backgrounds as the shining jewel of Equestria. But drifting in the skies a few miles further out of the sea, visible from great distances was the great pegasi city of Cloudspire. Being in the same district as Manehatten, and providing the ground city’s weather, most saw this in the same light, with no other pegasi colony coming close… at least not until the rumours, further facts, about the rediscovery of Pegasopolis spread throughout the cloud streets, sending new life through the pegasi living there. It was still nothing upon the revelation that part of the pegasi royal family had survived, and would be visiting Cloudspire in a few days, just in time for the next Equestria Games.
But not every pegasus in the city was happy with the developments. As the stars twinkled in the sky and the moon’s light shined up Mt Equis to the west, one pegasus mare stalked down a back alley, one that she knew would hold the ponies that would assist her. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure she wasn’t followed, the pegasus knocked on one of the doors, which opened to reveal a rather intimidatingly sized stallion, who stepped aside to allow her entry.
Inside the room was a table with two chairs opposite each other and another door, which creaked open to admit another stallion. He sat down and motioned to the other chair, the mare doing as she was bid as he gave a chuckle.
“Well, never thought I’d see you again. What’s the matter, some politician higher up than you getting in the way again?” Ignoring his taunt, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, sliding it face down across the table where the stallion picked up, then looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Princess Scootaloo? What about her? Need a kidnapping and ransom?”
“No… I want you to kill her.” The clinking of bits drew his attention, the mare pulling out a rather large bag from her wing and dumping it on the table. “That’s just for this meeting. Get it done, and you’ll be set for life.” The two stallions moved out of the room, to where the mare could hear their voices, but not what was said, the first stallion entering the room once more a few moments later.
“By the end of the week, the royal family bloodline will be no more. I look forward to our further business.”
Author's Note
Non Escape Artists 2: Who Wants To Break Free?!
Rolling from one of the library’s couches, Soarin heaved a cavernous yawn and stretched out, then shielded his eyes from the early morning sun as he stared into it. A quick look at the clock showed that it was just passing seven o’clock, and he was grateful when a pegasus mare pushed open the door and walked in, smiling at the Wonderbolt. She had silver fur, an orange mane, and a pretty lithe figure, attired in a plain deep red kimono.
“You and your friend must be hungry. How about breakfast ?” she asked in Neighponese.
“That would be perfect. Thanks, mom ,” Soarin answered in the same language.
She gave him a nod and left the room, the stallion hearing metal upon china through the open door. Whilst he was waiting, he turned and surveyed the room, spotting several books in one pile and a light in one of the corners.
Walking over, he found Big Mac with his head on the desk and a small pool of drool under his muzzle. Soarin carefully pulled the book that the earth pony was resting on out from under him, giving a chuckle as he looked at the subject his friend had chosen.
He gently shook Mac, who awoke with a snort and blinked himself to alertness as he sat up. He was about to ask what time it was when he noticed the natural light streaming through the window, replacing the lamp he had fallen asleep under.
His stomach gave a growl, causing Soarin to snicker and motion him to follow. He led Mac into a side room, where a rather generous spread of food had been laid out, Mac’s stomach growling again as the smell of eggs and toast hit his nose.
“No wonder he is hungry with such a massive body !”
The two stallions turned around, facing the mare that spoke. Mac found her to be quite pretty, with a slim figure. Like most of the Neighponese Mac had seen so far, she too was a pegasus, but even her good looks could not hide the fact she was quite a bit older than he and Soarin, who just waved Mac to the food and shook his head at the mare.
“Mom, Equestrian please ”
“It's okay …” Mac returned Soarin’s shocked stare with a grin, picking up a slice of toast with some egg on it, eating it whole. “Ah'm a fast learner .” Mac looked at the food, selecting a piece of toast topped with a thick spread of orange jam, giving a happy hum as he gave it a taste. “A wonderful meal, Miss Soarin’s mom .”
“Such a charmer. My name is Sekushīna. Please, enjoy .”
She left the room, leaving the two stallions to dig in, which they did so heartily. Being as big a pony as Mac was, his body needed a high calorie content daily to cope with his hard work. Soarin needed it because of his highly energetic job. By the time Sekushīna returned, all that remained on the plates were crumbs, with two rather satisfied stallions slouching back in their chairs.
“It looks like you enjoyed your meal, Consort Apple.” Sekushīna began to move the plates to a waiting trolley, whilst Mac watched her with a confused frown. He now knew which one of Soarin’s parents gave him his Neighponese heritage, as his mother pronounced some letters with a slight slur, whilst the grumblings from Soarin’s father Mac had heard were in perfect Equestrian. “Did you found what you were looking for?”
“Yeah… yeah, Ah did.” Giving a nod, Sekushīna collected the last of the dishes and wheeled the trolley from the room, Mac’s gaze lingering on the door before he turned to Soarin. The pegasus was looking back with a large grin. “What? Have Ah got somethin’ on mah face?”
“No… I just don’t know how Twilight will take the news of you eyeing up my mother.” Soarin grinned as Mac snorted, and the pegasus quickly changed the subject. “So, what did you find out?”
“That… everythin’ mah great grandpappy told me was a lie!” Mac reached for one book, setting it on the table and sliding it to Soarin. “This here’s an account of when Equestrians first met the Neighponese. Funny thing… it’s in Equestrian.” Mac grabbed another book, searched for a marked page, and passed that to the pegasus as well. “An’ here’s the Neighponese account.”
Soarin took a moment to look both reports over, before he sat back with a sigh. “What conclusion did you come to?”
“The Neighponese were traders, looking to find goods far from home. They ran into Equestrians, got t’ talkin’. A disagreement on the value of certain goods turned into a pretty bloody fight. All but one Neighponese stallion was killed, and most of the mares that survived were taken by the Equestrian merchants.”
“That’s the Neighponese version. What of the Equestrian tale of events?”
“The mares were ‘prisoners of outside forces’, that ‘seeked to threaten the Equestrian way of life.’ It was bullshit. That one stallion that escaped? He made it back to Neighpon after a few weeks, told the country what had happened. The ‘raids’ on Equestria… were just concerned stallions trying to get their wives, daughters, and sisters back safely. Without anypony to say otherwise, Equestria believed… mah ancestors.”
“You know why this has never been brought up in Neighpon?” Mac shook his head, so Soarin stood up and walked over to another section. He searched the shelves for a few moments then found what he was looking for, cracking open the book and passing it to Mac. “The first ‘raids’ were sanctioned by the then emperor, but it was supposed to be a diplomatic mission to ensure nothing like this happened ever again.”
“Unfortunately, it was the families of those mares that volunteered to go. When news got back to the emperor about the slaughter that had been carried out, he declared all ponies involved pony non grata. If any of them tried to enter Neighpon, they were arrested.”
“Soarin, Ah’ve been a fool, ain’t Ah?”
“Yes, Mac, you have. But you recognise your mistake, and you can only grow from it. For now though, we’ve got to leave if we want to make it back in time.”
“Time fer what?”
“The Equestria Games, duh. The Wonderbolts are the starting line up in the opening ceremony, and if I’m not there to fly with them, Spitfire’s gonna kill me.”
Standing in front of thousands of ponies was nerve wracking at the best of times, yet for an event such as the Equestria Games, the shame of making a mistake was increased a hundredfold. Thus when a trickle of sweat ran down the back of Princess Scootaloo’s neck, she was not surprised in the slightest. No extensive speech would be required from her, but her entreé to the stadium still needed a huge dose of concentration. She glanced over her shoulder to see how her guards were doing.
Boreal Spear and Arctic Halberd were fiddling with their uniforms, form fitting flight suits made of the same material that the Wonderbolts used, but bearing the markings of pegasi soldiers; Rarity and Coco had done a good job making them. The same could be said about the spears they were holding, a small arc of lightning ran past the glistening heads of dark metal every few seconds and the mahogany handles wouldn’t crack even under a hit by earth pony hammer. Perfect replicas of ancient pegasi gear.
Scootaloo herself was wearing a uniform designating her as royalty and commander-in-chief of pegasus army that the two seamstresses had made using her guards’ assistance. The pants of the uniform were blinding white and along with her silver boots of metallic texture polished like a mirror, they would make the impression of Scootaloo growing right out of the sky. A pegasus doesn’t need such petty extremities like legs. The chest piece on the other hand was mostly sky blue apart from the silver braids and linings and the golden Pegasopolis emblem just under her chin. Her hair was hidden with a helmet sporting a curtain of white feathers falling on her back. The leading edge of her wings was dressed in a protective titanium guard with a blade in the front to allow her a sharper descent without the risk of breaking her bones.
The wind was playing with her fake feathery mane as she stood on the deck of the SS Faust high above the Equestria Games stadium. She watched as the other ponies on the deck got into their own uniforms, about to make her way over to one mare when a blur came to a skidding halt on the deck.
“Sorry I’m late, everypony. Had to get the Kusobiggu-hikōsen cleared into Equestrian airspace, you know how that can be.”
Soarin looked to Scootaloo for her aid in fending off the irate Spitfire, which the young mare gave him by clearing her throat, making the Wonderbolt Commandant shake her head, throw a flight outfit at the stallion.
“Your offense will be discussed once the task is fulfilled,” Spitfire barked sternly, making Soaring flinch.
Turning away with a giggle, Scootaloo watched as the other ten Wonderbolts checked each other’s fight suits were fitted correctly.
She caught sight of a rainbow tail, but didn’t have time to approach as the pegasi display team began to line up along the sides of the airship, five on each side, each wielding a spear similar to those of her bodyguards. Scootaloo saw Spitfire waving her to the bow of the ship, Soarin, Spear, and Halberd all moving to join her. The railings there and where the other ‘bolts were standing had been temporarily removed.
The slightest tremor shook the air around, signaling that Blueblood’s delegation just arrived at the stadium and of the the royals only Scootaloo was left to show up. The plan of this year’s games was to remind ponies of the very beginning of the tradition, the one opportunity for tribes to meet in peace all those centuries ago. Therefore each royal was tasked to arrive as if Equestria was never united.
For Blueblood that would mean flinging around with spells to impress with the magnificence of unicorn magic. That’s why he and all his entourage teleported to the stadium in the most drastic and spectacular way possible. And that’s also why huge roses of magical fireworks sparked underneath the airship just now.
Scootaloo watched it from the very front, with the four others spread just behind her. At the signal of the fireworks and with a nod from Spitfire, the ten Wonderbolts fell from the ship, a loud cheer coming from the stadium below. Scootaloo felt her panic rising, but turned when she felt a hand on her shoulder, seeing Spitfire smiling softly at her.
“You’ll be fine, your majesty. We’re ready when you are.”
She took a deep breath and nodded to Spitfire, falling forwards from the deck and into the open air. Ten trails of the Wonderbolts jumping before were forming pittoresque legs for the ship, making it look like some insect, though cutting the spectacle short. They got a sufficient head start to get into formation, flying in pairs with enough space between them to allow three pegasi pass.
They remained in the free fall for almost a minute before spreading their wings and slowing down considerably. Spitfire and Soarin stayed a bit behind, leaving fire and smoke trails behind once again, while Halberd and Spear, just behind Scootaloo, tilted their weapons so that the spearheads would brush of those of the waiting pegasi.
She was flying through a neverending land of saluting pegasi, their weapons forming the canopy of her flightpath. As the weapons touched behind her, a small spark of lightning and a cannon like thunder would ensue, prompting the Wonderbolt pair to speed to the front and form the next part of the lane.
Then Scootaloo called forth a cloud, shaping it with her powers into a small vessel under her feet and spread her wings wide. The Wonderbolts formed a V formation in front of her to lower the resistance of the air and allow her to descend at the same speed without propelling herself actively.
Thus they arrived to the stadium, the Wonderbolts landing in knees-bent with their weapons ready to protect their princess if necessary. She stepped from her cloud right in front of the tribune where the four alicorns, Blueblood and a chosen representant of earth ponies, as their royal bloodline died out, were already seated.
Scootaloo took a deep breath, finally reaching the point where she would have to address the crowd which she dreaded from the start. “In the name of Pegasopolis and all pegasi, I, princess Scootaloo, thank you for the invitation to this splendid festivity and promise not to disturb its peace unless provoked by armed force.” A loud cheer from all over the stadium rose, both for the statement and the previous performance. It dimmed only when Celestia stood up from her throne and bowed a little, which Scootaloo answered with saluting.
“The pleasure is mutual, Princess Scootaloo. The tribes promise not to take any hostile action against Pegasopolis either.”
At that assurance Scootaloo signalled the Wonderbolts to assume positions around the podium where the guards of other races were already stationed, and ascended the few steps to assume her place in her throne.
There was still one throne left as the gates of the stadium opened and a small group of soldiers in exotic armor and with katanas marched in, some of them playing flutes and stringed instruments. As they got to the podium, their leader stepped forward.
“His everlasting glory Emperor Sakura Breath of the Neighponese sends his greetings and offers the participation of his champions on the Equestria games as a palm branch after centuries of distrust.”
All the royals present stood up and Celestia took the word again. “As long as your intentions are pure, Equestria will gladly accept the outstretched hand. Join us in peace and joy.”
Once everypony was seated, the next part of the ceremony proceeded with the pegasi drawing the coat of arms of the tribes, countries and cities in the sky. Scootaloo couldn’t help but fidget as she wasn’t used to the tight fitting uniform. She was very grateful when the break was announced before the athletes would come to greet the royals and the crowd.
She looked to the side to see Rarity and Coco waving to her, so she got up and hurried over, being led into a side room. There was a pegasus stallion inside that Scootaloo didn’t know, who was more interested in watching Coco than her, but right then she didn’t care if he saw her in all her glory, reaching to her neck and starting to unzip her flight suit.
The two mares gave her their assistance, and soon she was stepping out into the royal box, mane re-brushed and attired more formally. She gave the four alicorn mares and one unicorn stallion sat to her left a nod, then moved to the single earth pony stood at the side.
“Hey there, handsome.”
Pipsqueak, dressed in a tuxedo, turned with a smile, wrapping his arms around the pegasus mare and pulling her in for a passionate kiss, the pair ignoring the whooping coming from those who could see them. Pulling away with a giggle, Scootaloo took Pip’s hand and dragged him back into the corridor, passing a single earth pony stallion on their way.
The group that remained in the royal box were all surprised to see him, one mare in particular. As much as she wanted to ignore him, she watched him with a curious eye as he approached Ambassador Uma. She let out a shocked gasp as he knelt in front of the unicorn and bowed his head, Uma staring at him with a cocked head.
He bent down and took Mac’s hand, pulling him back up, and shook it to show there was no hard feelings. Giving him a nod, Uma turned back to watch as the teams of athletes from Equestria and Neighpon paraded through the stadium.
Mac saw Twilight out of the corner of his eye, but didn’t go over to her; he knew that she’d come over when she was ready, so he made his way to one of the empty seats, sitting next to his younger sister. He gave her a small smile then turned to watch the rest of the opening ceremony.
Upon the opening of the door, the two ponies were greeted with more fireworks lighting up the night sky outside. Grabbing her coltfriend’s hand, Scootaloo dragged him into the empty room and made him sit on the single chair placed right near the window.
Pipsqueak watched with a raised eyebrow as Scootaloo then shut and locked the door to the corridor, turning around with a coy smile as she sauntered back over to him. Her tail was swishing back and forth with a hypnotic effect, which he was knocked from as it flipped up and slapped his muzzle up.
His gaze was forced to meet hers, the luminous violet pools shining in the reflection of the lights from outside. Pip’s hands went around her waist and he pulled her into his lap, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as their lips met. Tongues wrestled for dominance as crotches grinded against each other, Scootaloo’s wings slowly spreading out.
Pip took the opportunity to move his hands to her wing joints and slowly massage them, making Scootaloo moan into his mouth. When their lips parted, Scootaloo tensed her arms and pulled Pip’s muzzle into her cleavage as his finger pressed over a rather tight knot in her wing muscles, her panting breaths causing his ear to flicker.
She bit her lip as he began to kiss his way up her neck, then started to lay several soft ones onto her muzzle, his fingers now sliding their way through her feathers. When they reached her primaries, Scootaloo pushed herself away with a growl, her hands going for Pip’s pants and nearly ripping the zipper off in her eagerness to get at the prize underneath.
Pip just let her work, a grin coming to his face as he felt her fingers wrap around his semi erect shaft, massaging it slowly to coax it to full life. Scootaloo lifted up her dress, revealing to her stallion that she had neglected to wear any underwear that evening. She straddled his lap, slowly sliding down, her moist marehood bringing a familiar warmth to his shaft.
Scootaloo’s hands rested on Pip’s shoulders, his on her waist, as she let him slip deeper into her folds. She pressed her lips to Pip’s in a passionate kiss, teasingly raising herself back up a little before lowering further down, repeating the actions as she felt Pip’s hands give her ass cheeks a firm squeeze.
Once their crotches met, Scootaloo grabbed Pip’s wrists and moved them behind his head, crossing them over one another. The stallion didn’t even resist as he felt rope being wrapped around them and tied off. He tried to bring them back to his front so that Scootaloo was caught in his arms, but he found the rope was tied on the other end to the base of the chair.
He pulled his muzzle away and looked up at her with a raised eyebrow, but she just smirked and started to roll her hips around. Her breathing became heavier, soon moans were heard, and she began to lift herself slightly from his lap and lower herself back down, increasing the height each time.
Pipsqueak found himself watching her in amazement, for no other mare he had ever been with had teased him in such a way, his male instincts screaming at him that he should be the one to set the pace, but there was nothing he could do from his current position.
Scootaloo then sped up her ascents and descents of his cock, her pussy eagerly sucking him back in when she pushed down, her walls hungrily squeezing his shaft in order to release his gift. Pip let out a grunt as he felt a strong twitch, biting his lip as he mentally berated his body for reaching the edge so soon.
The mare riding his shaft noticed, giving a small huff before going even faster, watching with satisfaction as Pip’s eyes closed and his head rolled back, mouth hanging open as he panted for breath. She could feel his member throbbing for release, the look on his face showing he was losing the battle to take care of the mare’s needs before his own.
Scootaloo was looking to break him of this mindset, so she began to slam herself down as hard and as fast as she could, smirking as she saw his arms tensing, but the rope held him in place. It didn’t take much longer, Pip letting out a long groan as his hips began to buck violently, his cock throbbing as it shot wave after wave of cum into Scootaloo.
She reached past her peak a moment later as she thrust down pretty violently, throwing her head back and letting loose a pleasured scream as her cunt tightened down around Pip and milked him for all he was worth.
Once she came down from her orgasm, Scootaloo stood and let him slip out, reaching around to untie his wrists. Covering himself back up, he was about to join her when she turned and sat in his lap once more, nuzzling in under his chin. Pip wrapped his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck.
Reaching to the side of the chair, Scootaloo found a handle and pulled it, then spun the chair around so that they were facing out into the stadium. There they remained, snuggled up, watching as the opening ceremony continued in earnest.
Author's Note
One scene got dropped, due to A) the wise counsel of my good friend Corwin, and B) Me being a complete and utter fucking idiot.
Non Escape Artists 2: Who Wants To Break Free?!
Soarin stood with his head hanging, the other Wonderbolts watching with varying levels of amusement as Spitfire marched up to him.
“‘Sorry I’m late’ ? Late? You were more than late! If this was any ordinary show, I’d be a bit more lenient, but this is the fucking Equestria Games! Not only that, but you embarrassed the whole lead squad of the Wonderbolts in front of Princess Scootaloo! You know what would have happened if you did that in Pegasopolis? You’d be executed!”
Soarin went to say something, but Spitfire cut it off with a raised hand.
“I don’t want to hear it! As of tomorrow, you are suspended until you get your act together!”
“But Spitfire, I…”
“You left, without notifying me I might add, on a personal errand when we had such a big event coming up! Get yourself showered and into your dress uniform, then back into the eye of the public.” Spitfire turned around, narrowing her eyes at the other Wonderbolts. They all turned their gazes away, quickly dressing and vacating the room. Spitfire glanced over her shoulder as she heard the showers go on, then stepped out into the corridor, her path meeting that of an earth pony mare. “Get in there and sort your stallion out!”
Spitfire walked away, leaving Applejack to stare after her for a moment. She had heard everything that was said between the two pegasi, and although she was a bit angry at him for the same reasons, she was also happy as it meant he’d be around a bit more often.
Pushing the locker room door open, she stepped in just as Soarin emerged from the showers, wiping his face with a towel. His downcast expression turned into a smile when he saw the mare. His eyes went wide in shock though, for even though she had been to a few formal balls with him, he’d never seen her wearing such an extravagant dress. For her, that is.
Sunset orange over her torso and green skirt that had a white trim and white diamond pattern hiding her legs made up her outfit, with her forearms attired by a pair of white elbow gloves. His gaze travelled down her legs to her feet, which were in red heels with a green ribbon and bow over the toes. Forcing his gaze back up, he noticed her mane had been put up into a large bun, with some ends left in curls, a tiara with orange and green jewels in it.
Walking over to her, Soarin went to pull her close, but she pushed him away, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Ah don’t think so, sugarcube. Questions might be asked if Ah turn up with a wet dress. How about ya sit on this here bench?”
He did as instructed, blinking in surprise as the towel that was around his waist was pulled away and dropped to the floor. Applejack stepped away, biting her lip as she rolled the green skirt up, revealing the orange part of it went down to her thighs, pulling that out of the way and the tops of her white stockings and her panties were presented to him. Very slowly, she slid them out of the way and showed him her marehood. “Like what ya see?”
“I sure do.”
Grinning at him, Applejack dropped her skirt and reached behind her back, undoing the zip. She slipped the dress down her arms, her breasts falling free, and then over her hips. Her panties went with the dress to her ankles, and one by one she lifted her feet out of the pile of clothes, her heels making dull thuds on the tiles as she stepped closer to Soarin.
She placed her arms on his shoulders and slid into his lap, pressing her muzzle against his. She moaned lightly into his mouth when his hands grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them firmly, the mare writhing about.
Applejack pulled away with a giggle when she felt something hardening underneath her, reaching between her legs and massaging the growing length. Soarin dropped his muzzle to her neck and took her skin between his teeth, biting down until she squirmed, grabbing his cock tighter.
He knew that would drive her crazy, so moved his teeth just to the side and sank in once more, his ear flicking as she let out a loud shriek. Lifting her hips up, she guided his tip into her awaiting cunny, sliding down his shaft.
Soarin went to lie down on the bench, but lost his balance and they ended up rolling to the floor, the pegasus on top of the mare. He went to ask if she was okay when she let out giggle, placing a hand on the back of his head and pulling his lips against her own. She wiggled her hips, causing his shaft to slide out a little, then wrapped her legs around his waist and tugged him back in.
Taking the hint, Soarin began to rock his hips back and forth, leaning down to nip the bit of skin between her shoulder and neck. Knowing he didn’t have long to get outside before Spitfire came to find him, he began to pound away, the sounds coming from Applejack encouraging him on.
Coupled with the cock sliding in and out of her and the skin biting, it didn’t take long for Applejack to reach orgasm, pulling Soarin closer to her as her body tensed up, screaming into his ear. The stallion followed a moment later, giving a groan as his cock throbbed and he shot his load deep inside her.
Applejack shifted, rolling them over so that she was on top, pressing down in a soft kiss. Two sets of emerald eyes met when their lips broke, Applejack giving a quiet giggle. “Sugarcube?
“Yeah?”
“Ah think you need ‘nother shower. An’ Ah can help with yer wings.”
“Macintosh Apple.”
The stallion’s ear flicked, and he slowly turned to face the voice. Stood to his side with a neutral expression was Twilight Sparkle. With a nod of her head she indicated a side room and walked towards it. Mac hesitated a moment, and it took his sister jabbing him in the ribs to get him moving.
The room he stepped into was ominously dark, the only light, which was provided from the royal box, was closed off as the door shut. Standing perfectly still, he waited for his eyes to adjust to the dark, and as they did he noticed a faint outline just in front of him.
“Are you still going to be an asshole?”
“No, Ah ain’t.”
“Good.” Mac thought Twilight was just going to walk out on him, so when he felt her slender arms wrap around his neck and pull his head down so she could kiss him, he relaxed. It took him a moment, but then he sent his arms around her back and lifted her into the air, pressing back into the kiss with a lot of passion. There was a needy gasp when their lips parted, Twilight’s horn was glowing and Mac could finally see her eyes. “It’s only been a few days, but I missed you.”
“Ah missed you too, Twi. An’ Ah just wanna say… Ah’m sorry for mah actimph.” Twilight cut him off with another kiss, squirming in his grip until he set her down, and her horn glowed a little brighter. Taking his hand, she pulled him over to a desk, turning around and bending over, looking back at him with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
“There’s something else I missed too…” A lavender glow appeared around the bottom of her dress, which slowly lifted until it was over her hips, revealing a pair of lace black panties. A wiggle of her ass enticed him in, and she gave a happy sigh as she felt his hand drifting across her rump.
A familiar weight made itself known upon her back, as well as a certain bulge against her crotch, and her ear was taken gently between Mac’s teeth, getting nibbled. Biting her lip, Twilight reached down her body and between her legs, fiddling with her stallion’s pants. Once the belt buckle was loosened, she slipped a hand down and firmly gripped the growing shaft.
One of Mac’s hands drifted around to Twilight’s front, rubbing the outside of her panties and making her moan. She pressed herself back against him, using her ass to help him along, then gave a giggle when Mac pulled his hand away from her eager pussy and moved her tail out of the way.
She spread her legs, then felt his tip pressing against her tight lips. She let out a shuddering breath as he slid in, his cock sending wonderful tingles up her spine from the stimulation her body had been missing. She frowned in confusion when he stopped pressing in, drawing back out a little instead.
Twi was expecting him to be down and ready for quick, intense fucking, but instead he wanted to take his time. She wasn’t going to complain, reaching a hand up so that she could pull Mac’s head down, turning hers to kiss him passionately.
Mac, although not entirely sure he was forgiven, was busy concentrating on his mare’s pleasure, enjoying every little aroused moan and squeal that escaped her mouth, the feeling of her warm walls around him once more bringing him some happiness. He varied how far he would slide in or draw back each time, trying to keep her from growing too used to stimulation in certain areas.
Reaching around, Mac took Twilight’s breasts in hands and gave them a firm squeeze, a grin coming to his muzzle as she tried to push back and take him further in, but he just pulled his crotch back, getting a needy groan from her.
That’s all he kept doing, even as her marehood tried to suck him in further, Twilight’s arousal level reaching the breaking point, which she made known vocally, and certainly not quietly. She let out a whimper when he stopped, going to stand up, but he pressed down against her and held her arms against the table, keeping her in place.
She fought back of course, but didn’t mind what he was doing; after all, if she wanted out, she still had her magic. After a few moments her heavy breaths and heaving chest calmed to a more sedate pace, then her eyes went wide as Mac began his mercilessly slow assault upon her snatch anew.
Once, twice, thrice… Twilight tried to keep a tally for when they got back somewhere a bit more private, but she soon lost count. Nothing she did made Mac push her over that metaphorical edge, and the stamina he was legendary for back in Ponyville was showing. Twilight looked over her shoulder with a very flustered face, increasing the glow on her horn, seeing that he hadn’t even broken a sweat.
A sudden click made two sets of eyes go wide, and they looked behind them as the door to the royal booth opened, the sounds of celebrations coming through. Twilight dialed her magic down until it only showed Mac’s face just as one figure stepped into the room, not even looking in their direction, and closed the door behind them.
“Mistress? Master? Is everything okay?”
Twilight saw Mac’s smirk, shaking her head before he drew back and slammed in, making her give a loud moan. Another click in the room caused both ponies to blink as the lights turned on, the pair looking towards where a single changeling stood, staring at them with a cocked head.
“I see everything is fine. I shall leave you alone now.” He turned around, but Twilight’s whispering voice made him pause. Then he heard Mac responding, his mistress calling over afterwards.
“Lecture… come, join us.” Twilight was surprised to see her changeling act nervous, but she couldn’t deny that’s how he seemed as he slowly walked over, his head still cocked as he watched the two ponies. “In front of me please.”
He did as bid, staring down at his mistress as his master started to work her over once more. As the stallion carried on, the mare had her hands working at the changelings crotch, loosening his trousers. He gave a gasp as they slid down his legs, then felt a hand grip his shaft.
“Lecture?”
“Yes, mistress?”
“Are you okay with this?”
“Well… I am, mistress… but I’ve never done anything like this before.”
Twilight looked over her shoulder at Mac, who just had an eyebrow raised to show his surprise. Turning back to Lecture, Twilight gave him a small smile and tugged him closer.
“Then you’re going to enjoy yourself.”
Lecture’s eyes went wide as Twilight took his cock into her mouth, batting at his tip with her tongue, then trailed it along his underside as she pushed further down. The changeling let out a gasp when he looked down to see his entire shaft buried deep within her muzzle, and he felt like he should be doing something, so looked up at his master.
"I don't know what to do."
'See how Ah'm holding her hips?' Lecture looked hard, seeing the way Mac’s hands both supported Twilight and kept her steady, as well as giving her a good fondle every now and then.
'Yes.'
“Place one hand behind ‘er head an’ hold on.”
Lecture did as he was told, unsure how it would help, but found out as Mac increased the speed of his thrusts. Every time the stallion drew back, Twilight went with him a little and dragged her lips from the base of Lecture’s cock to her lips parting around his tip to take a deep breath.
Mac would then plunge back into her depths, pushing her back along Lecture’s shaft until his tip tickled the back of her throat. If not for the happy moans coming from his mistress, Lecture would be worried he was hurting her, something she seemed to sense as she reached out and stroked his thigh whilst staring up at him.
The frequency between her moans decreased, her eyes scrunching shut as Mac began to slam in hard, causing her to suck harder around Lecture’s cock as she breathed. The changeling reached his tipping point, giving a gasp as he felt his shaft throbbing, looking down to see Twilight sucking hard.
He pulled out and slumped into the chair behind the desk, Twilight staring back at him with her mouth wide open, showing him her cum covered tongue. She then closed her lips and swallowed, keeping eye contact.
“Mmm, tastes like bananaahs!” Twilight’s eyes lit up as Mac finally let her orgasm, her body thudding against the desk as the pleasure coursed through her and she writhed about between her stallion and the desk.
Mac followed a moment later, pushing in with one last strong thrust and burying himself as deep as he could, letting out a groan as his pulsing penis filled up his mare with wave after wave of his spunk. He pulled out, offering Twilight his hand and helping her stand, then bent down and pressed his lips softly to hers.
“Um… mistress? How are we supposed to go back outside?”
Leaning against Mac’s chest, Twilight smiled at Lecture, her horn glowing bright. With a lavender flash they were gone from the room, re-appearing in an empty locker room. Mac gave a snort of amusement and started to strip off, stepping towards the showers, Lecture following his example after Twilight nodded to him.
Once she heard the water flowing, Twilight waited a few moments and then giggled at the shocked screams that filled the locker room; she knew the only one with hot water was the one set aside for the Wonderbolts after their entrance show.
“Are you sure we’ll be okay this time, Spike?”
“Yes, now open up.”
Sweetie Belle refused, so Spike pushed his hand between her closed legs and rubbed at her pussy, making the unicorn gasp. That’s when he took his chance, slipping the bright red ball into her mouth and buckling it in tightly. when he stepped away, he grinned at the grumpy frown and moved behind her.
Taking hold of her wrists, Spike placed them in an ‘X’ shape with them behind her back, grabbing a short length of black rope and tying them in position. He then went to tie her elbows with a lengthy piece, not as tightly together as she could take because of the position her arms were put in due to the bonds around her wrists.
The rope was sent around her upper arms, chest, and over her breasts, then over the front of her left shoulder, around the back of her neck, and down to her right shoulder, where it wound back around to the ropes around her elbows and Spike tied it off.
Sweetie gave it a test, finding that her arms had minimal freedom of movement. Sitting her down on the bed, Spike folded her legs over so that one ankle was on top of the other, binding them in place, then used a small bit of rope to pull them close to her breasts, leaving her in a nice ball. He stepped back and smirked as he watched his mare struggle, the room filled with the sound of her muffled moaning and her black and red striped latex corselette squeaking as it shifted over her body.
Spike added one more item to the mix, a blindfold over Sweetie Belle’s eyes, and began to teasingly touch different areas of her body. A thigh, a nipple, a sensual rub of the shoulders. It was sending her crazy, not knowing what was coming next, and there was a muffled cry as she jolted back from his probing claw stroking her marehood. She tipped backwards onto the mattress, and the way her legs were tied left her on full display for her husband.
Sweetie gave a muffled whimper when she heard him laugh, then felt something cold pressed against her pussy. It took her a moment to work out what it was, but that small period was all Spike needed to click it on, watching his wife’s limbs tense in the ropes as the powerful vibrations started.
Her bonds defeated her attempts at breaking free, her limbs tensing as the vibrations only got stronger; it was a new one from The Crop which they had not tested yet. The mare was usually good at controlling her orgasms, waiting until she was given permission to cum when it was her turn to play the sub, yet this new vibrator had her at the edge within a few moments.
A muffled scream filled the room as she peaked, her legs straining so hard against the ropes that she ended up pulling herself back into a sitting position. Unfortunately for her, this made her sit right on top of the powerful toy, which was still buzzing away and assaulting her marehood once more.
She went to move, but felt Spike’s claws on her shoulders, keeping her in place. It didn’t take long for her arousal levels to hit maximum again, the mare pressing back against her husband’s chest as she whimpered and moaned through her orgasm. She panted around the gag, thankful when she felt the vibrations stop and the item pulled out from under her.
Sweetie grunted when Spike rolled her onto her front, feeling him pressing up against her from behind. She wiggled her hips with a giggle, then moaned as her attempt at enticing him in worked, his shaft slipping easily into her slick and dripping cunny.
Knowing they had some time in the house alone, but not exactly how much, Spike began in earnest, thrusting back and forth as fast as he could, his tongue hanging out as he panted. The walls around him were already doing their best to get him to give up his seed, yet he held off. He placed his claws on top of her cutie marks and squeezed firmly, smirking as she shuddered.
He shifted them a little so that her head was buried in the pillows, making her sounds of lust even more muffled as he felt her coming close once more. He slowed down a bit to keep her at that plateau for several minutes, savoring every moan and squeal that he could hear.
Spike felt his cock clenched even tighter, Sweetie Belle’s hands clenching and her arms straining in their bonds as she hit another orgasm, and with one final strong thrust and a snarl of passion, the drake erupted inside of his mare. His hips jerked and he drew back a little, but her pussy sucked him back in each time.
Pulling out, Spike sat down and looked at his wife’s cunt, a smirk on his face as some of his seed dribbled free. Ordinarily, he’d leave her in position until he was ready to go again, but this time he reached first for her wrists and unbound them.
He continued until her limbs were free, rubbing softly where the ropes had been keeping her in place, yet he left the blindfold on and gag in. Sweetie Belle simply whimpered as he worked, happy to just lay there in her post orgasmic bliss.
She felt Spike’s claw reached behind her head, a deep gasp for breath coming from her as the gag was finally removed, and the blindfold slid up to reveal the green eyes of her husband. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her, peppering his snout with soft kisses. When they broke away, Spike helped her sit up and then get free of her clothes, followed by picking her up and carrying her into the attached wetroom.
He quickly ran back out and locked the bedroom door, not wanting to have a repeat of their last session in his parents’ home.
Stepping into her penthouse, Rainbow Dash eagerly kicked off the heels that made the footwear for her Wonderbolts dress uniform. She ignored the door being closed behind her and walked further into the room, stripped her jacket off and lazily draped it over the back of a chair, giving a happy sigh as she sprawled out on the couch and closed her eyes.
Upon feeling somepony sit at her feet and gently lift her legs, she opened her eyes a moment later, staring into Boreal Spear’s brown eyes as he slid under her. A pleased groan escaped from the mare as his hands began to massage her shins softly.
“You don’t normally dance that long.”
She raised an eyebrow at him, but then broke into a fit of giggles at his smirk.
“No, but I had to keep up Equestrian-Neighponese relations, especially after what Big Mac did!”
“It is my understanding that Macintosh has resolved the issue. Now come, I am trying to help you relax, yet you are just getting tense again.” Boreal pulled her into his lap, then wrapped his arms around her and stood up, walking towards the bedroom.
Rainbow pouted up at him, but otherwise didn’t resist as he set her on the bed and slowly stripped her blouse from her. He rolled her onto her front and straddled her hips, the much smaller mare looking crushed beneath him, but he was barely touching her. He continued the massage, getting the knots out of her muscles and turning her into a limp pile of limbs.
He slowly worked down her body, slightly surprised that she didn’t buck him off of her and ride him to exhaustion when he went to work on her wings, as it had been a long time since he had worked a mare’s wings over without garnering such a reaction. In time he made it down to the last area that required his attention; he bent Dash’s legs so that her soles faced the ceiling, and gently rubbed them.
It seemed he had a tough area to work as Dash moaned and squirmed on the bed, her toes wiggling as he worked over her feet. He increased pressure a little, causing her to giggle and snort in her sleep, the stallion cocking his head with a intrigued look on his face.
Reaching for a couple of feathers that had fallen loose from her wings, Boreal positioned himself so that his back was to Dash, wrapping her ankles with an arm. He placed the feathers between the fingers of his free hands and clenched, then slowly eased them towards Dash.
A brush from heel to toe got an instantaneous reaction, Dash awaking with a loud snort as she tried to get her legs free, but Boreal held firm and started making small circles with the feathers on her feet. Loud guffaws filled the room as the mare thrashed about, her eyes shut tight as the tickle onslaught laid waste to her relaxed state.
Again and again the fiendish stallion assaulted her sensitive soles, Dash’s struggles growing weaker as the exhaustion from the day forced her to submit, a pillow firmly between her teeth and tears of mirth in the corners of her eyes. Just when she thought he was done, the feathers graced her once more, causing her to scream into the pillow.
It reached a point where she couldn’t take it anymore, twisting her body round and throwing her pillow at the back of Boreal’s head. The surprise attack made him loosen his grip just enough for her to slip out, and as soon as she was free she ran to the bathroom.
He was a little confused, then gave a chuckle, realising he had tickled her to the point where she nearly peed herself. Standing from the bed whilst she took care of her needs, he stripped from his own dress uniform and threw back the bed covers.
Just as he was about to lie down, Dash slammed into him from behind, knocking him to the mattress. He rolled over, only to find her ready to snuggle down on his chest and kiss him softly, before nuzzling in under his chin.
As it was still quite warm, due to the summer weather, he forsook the covers and instead draped a wing over his wife, closing his eyes and listening to her light breathing as she drifted off to sleep.
Author's Note
Woo, sex!
Been a while since we had one of mostly sex, right?
Non Escape Artists 2: Who Wants To Break Free?!
Using clouds for cover, two pegasi slowly approached one of the larger buildings along the beachfront of Manehatten, large glowing red letters spelling ‘MAREIOTT’ pointing out into the Bridle Shores. In the city streets below them, ponies of all kinds and ages were partying away, the celebrations from the opening ceremony still in full swing.
With any possible witnesses otherwise preoccupied, the pair approached the roof of the building and checked it was clear, then dropped to the rooftop. They pulled out a sharp, blackened blade each and checked them over, then the slightly smaller one of the two got something else out from the pouch around their waist.
“No more flying from here on in, we don’t want this accidentally going off because of the magical effect our wings create,” said the larger pegasus, strapping his wings up with thick leather bands to fight any urges of flight he might have within the next part of their task. “This is your first time using the stuff, so wait until we’re set up to take them. How is the device?”
“Intact… and activated. What… what happens if there are other pegasi?”
“It shouldn’t go off, as it’s tuned to a certain type of pegasi magic. If it goes off because of another… Collateral, and we can use that distraction to ensure the kill. Now, try to look like we belong here.” Getting a nod from the small one, the large pegasus pulled open an access door and stuck his head in, checking it was clear.
The top five floors according to the information supplied were supposed to be docks for airships of various sizes, which is why the two pegasi ventured down several flights of stairs before they saw a door marked ‘VIP SUITES FLOOR TWO’. They pushed through, emerging into a lobby area for several elevators, stepping onto a thick carpet.
The corridor flooring to the left and right turned to polished oakwood floors with marble columns every couple of metres, reaching to the ceiling where lights hung down from recesses. The pegasi didn’t know within which room their target resided, but had a surefire way of making it known, so walked along the corridor, trying each door to see if they were open or not.
They found luck with the seventeenth one, slipping into the room and finding it empty of any other living beings. A check of the bedroom revealed the owners’ luggage, the two making jokes about whether it was a mare or stallion wearing the lingerie they found.
Leaving the fleeting distraction behind, they walked back into the main room and looked for a good hiding place for the device they carried. They ended up agreeing to place it behind an utility hatch, then carefully stepped out of the room. Now they had to hide far away enough from the room so as not to be caught in the blast themselves, so trudged their way back down the corridor.
They found a small room housing cleaning linen and cleaning materials, one which wouldn’t be seeing any more use that night, and provided them with a place of solitude. The smaller pegasus watched as his partner pulled out a small plastic bottle and popped the lid, pouring several small pills out.
“First time using these?”
“First job.”
“That’s right, you killed that stallion in ‘self defence’. Doesn’t matter now, you’re with us now, to pay back the debt of getting your charges dropped. Take the pills.”
The smaller stallion did as instructed, taking out his own pot and downing the contents, awaiting the adverse effects. He was pleasantly surprised when none came, and he copied the example of his partner, taking the time before they struck to relax, sitting on the side and closing their eyes.
A pleasured yet frustrated moan filled one of the penthouse suites on top of Manehattan’s Marriot. The noise had come from a unicorn mare, lying atop the bedcovers, adorned in a simple pair of black panties and a sheer black babydoll with pink trim and pink bow on the front, the cups designed so that the wearer's breasts could show; this mare’s certainly were, her nipples on display.
Feeling another tingling sensation along her thighs, she tried to close her legs, even though she knew it was futile. Wrapped around each wrist and ankle was a rope, pulled taut to the four corners of the bed and tied around the posts. The creeping feeling moved further up her body and she writhed about as much as she could, giving a soft gasp when the attention moved to a more intimate area.
Then, just like a dozen times before, it stopped completely, making her groan in disappoint once more and lift her head, looking for her tormentor. Of course, this achieved nothing, for across her eyes lay a black satin blindfold, denying her a view of the room. She heard a chuckle from one corner of the room, then turned her head away with a huff.
A few moments later she felt fingers running up her legs, her own wrapping around the thick ropes the led from her wrists to the headboard. The wriggling digits of her ‘captor’ reached the hem of her panties, teasing pulling them down then back up.
“You know, I have to untie your legs to get these off.”
“Or you could just tear them off.”
Blueblood, descendant of the Platinum line and Royal Guard officer, was given pause by that statement, staring down at his mare with a raised eyebrow, even though she would not see it. He was a little confused, as he knew just how precious Rarity’s creations were to her, yet a wiggle of her hips, the signal she was growing impatient, caused him to reach for the waistband on one side and rip it apart.
It tore too easily, prompting Blueblood to take a closer look. Thanks to spending so much of his free time around the mare, he knew the quality of Rarity’s works usually held. A smirk came to his face as he realised that she had made these with being destroyed in mind, and thus he reached for the other side of the waistband and tugged hard, pulling the panties free.
Throwing the ruined item of clothing over his shoulder, Blueblood leaned in close and began to kiss around Rarity’s crotch, the mare panting in anticipation. Finally giving in, Blueblood gave Rarity the attention she craved, dragging his tongue from the bottom of her slit up to her clitoris a few times, then sent his wiggling muscle into her slick pussy.
Gripping the ropes tighter, Rarity let out a needy moan, rolling her hips and sliding her marehood up and down Blueblood’s muzzle. The stallion took his time, enjoying every little squeal of pleasure coming from the trussed up mare. Taking ahold of her hips firmly, he held her in place. All of a sudden, the bed began to vibrate in time with a rumble surging through the building.
“What is wrong, darling?”
Blueblood was about to reply when the wall started to distort. Things happened too fast then, as the concrete exploded into the room, followed by a fireball. With a flash of his horn, Blueblood threw up a shield between the bed and the encroaching doom, but this didn’t stop the air displacement from the explosion hitting the bed. The double bed flipped to its side, sending Blueblood flying through the air. The unexpected trip cost him his concentration, and the wall of flames rushed in as soon as the shield dropped, filling the space.
All Rarity knew that had happened was intense heat and the bed being moving strangely, and she found her left arm and leg being pulled tightly upwards as she hung towards the floor. Lighting her horn, she reached for the rope around her left ankle and slowly untied it, twisting her body so that her foot was on the floor, then freed the other three parts.
Sitting on the floor, Rarity reached up and moved the blindfold from her eyes, which went wide when she saw the chaos around her. Something began to sting on one of her ears, and when she brought a hand back from wiping it, she discovered her own blood staining her fur.
“Blue… Blueblood?”
Now she looked around the room properly, she discovered she was alone. Crawling to where part off the floor had fallen away, she looked below at the debris, gasping as she saw limbs of the room below’s occupants under the rubble.
From her new position, she saw that she was trapped behind the bed, the corridor outside having collapsed as well, and she could see several rooms away as well. Sitting down with her back against the upturned bed, Rarity looked at the torn up edge of the outer walls, and that’s when she saw it; the sleeve of a white undershirt, torn, bloodied, and burnt.
Ever so slowly she scooted closer to the edge of the hole, looking to the streets below as tears gathered in her eyes. Blueblood was nowhere to be seen.
A gentle breeze drifted up to the rooftop of a house in the outskirts of Manehatten. Spread out across several double deckchairs were three couples. One was a unicorn stallion with a female dragon pressed against his side, another had an earth pony mare with a large stomach wrapped in the wing of a young pegasus stallion, and the final one had a unicorn mare and a drake side by side, with a baby dragon asleep between them
Sweetie Belle had her head tucked under Spike’s chin as she watched Sapphira sleep, the little dragoness’ chest steadily rising and falling. She thought of the tantrum she threw several days ago and came to a startling realising; she was still too immature to be a parent.
Looking over to her friend, she could see how Applebloom had grown, Rumble alongside her, as she went through her pregnancy. Of course, there were some… emotional outbursts during the last several months, but nothing too recent.
A few weeks ago, Sweetie Belle would have felt a pang of jealousy about her friend’s situation, but now she only felt happiness for her. Sure, she didn’t have a foal on the way just yet, but she did have a wonderful husband, who seemed to sense what she was thinking and gave her a gentle squeeze.
“What do you think Scootaloo is doing right now?”
The sudden random question from Spike shattered her thought process, and she tilted her head back, looking up at the stars. “Probably Pipsqueak.” That got a snort from where Applebloom lay, a sign that the pregnant pony was still awake. “But after a show like that, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s giving her a massage or something.” A flash of light from the city made Sweetie Belle carefully sit up, so as not to disturb Sapphira. “I thought the fireworks had stopped now.”
Her eyes widened when she heard the bang, watching in horror as the red letters of the Mareiott sputtered, the screams audible even at that distance as they began to fall from the building.
“Did ya see him? Did ya? Did ya?”
“Yes, Pinkie, I saw him.” As much as she loved the hyper pink pony, Fluttershy sometimes found her to be too overbearing. Coupled with being stuck in a confined space with her, an elevator in this case, was one of those times that she felt that way. Fluttershy knew Pinkie was as concerned as her as to why this was the first time in several weeks they had seen their stallion, but they had agreed not to approach him whilst he was on duty. “Let’s give him a little longer, okay?”
“Okay…” Upon hearing the dejection in Pinkie’s voice, Fluttershy glanced at the floor indicator to see they still had half of the hotel’s height to traverse, so grabbed the other mare and pushed her against the wall, pressing their lips together. There they remained until the elevator pinged and the doors slid open, revealing a teenage colt, dressed in the red uniform of the hotel’s bellhops. A blush came to his face as his brain put the scene together, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie giggling as they walked past him.
Down the corridor and around the corner they went, Fluttershy reaching into her purse and bringing out their room key and opening the door. She was actually looking forward to continuing their enjoyment from the elevator, but once they stepped in and saw the two crossed roses on the table, both of them grew quite confused, especially as each one had a blindfold on top.
Fluttershy glanced at Pinkie Pie and a silent agreement was made between them, each one picking a rose up and then slipping a blindfold over their eyes. They didn’t have to wait long as they each felt a hand taken, knowing full well the grip of Arctic Halberd, and they followed him willingly.
He took them back to the elevators, and when they got in it started to go up instead of down, Fluttershy giving a giggle as she could nearly feel Pinkie vibrating with joy. After several moments of travel the elevator pinged and the doors opened, both mares shivering at the unexpected cold that greeted them.
Halberd guided them along once more, then let go of their hands. Knowing that Pinkie would keep the suspense for as long as she could, Fluttershy lifted her blindfold, then gasped and covered her mouth with her hands.
He had led them up to the patio roof, where a round table had been set up for three, the chairs equally spaced apart. Upon the table sat two vases, containing eleven roses each, bringing the mares’ total to a dozen. Fluttershy nudged Pinkie, the earth pony lifting her own blindfold, and, for one of the rarer moments of her life, fell silent as she gazed upon the setting.
Arctic Halberd, dressed in a well fitting tuxedo, stood behind two of the chairs and pulled them out, smiling softly to the two mares. They walked over, sharing a slow, passionate three way kiss before taking the offered seats, Halberd moving around to his own chair. Giving him a moment to settle, Fluttershy went to speak, but Halberd held up a hand and bid her pause.
“My dears, I must apologize for my behaviour as of late. I know I have been… distant., but I wanted to make sure this went right.” As he said this, a door opened to the side and three of the hotel’s staff walked out, each carrying a tray, which they set down on the table and lifted the lids, filling the air around the table with the aroma of delicious food. “I’ve already ordered for us, I hope you enjoy.”
In front of Halberd and Fluttershy lay a plate of steam cooked fish, accompanied by various vegetables, something of a delicacy for pegasi. Pinkie Pie’s meal consisted of grilled fruits and peppers, stuffed with cream cheese, onions and chives.
The conversation ranged from what parts of Equestria Halberd had visited whilst travelling with Scootaloo to how things, no matter how small, had changed in Ponyville. Once done with their main meals, the three servers appearing once more, clearing the empty dishes and replacing them with more trays.
Fluttershy and Pinkie watched in confusion as Halberd ignored his next course and instead stood, walking around to between their chairs, and dropped to one knee, taking their hands and giving them a squeeze.
“I have been thinking about this for some time, and although my duties will often take me away,” he let go of their hands, reaching up to the two trays set in front of them, slowly pulling them up. Through the gap the two mares saw slices of cake, and once the lids were almost off, could just make out glinting metal resting on the icing. “I wish to ask the both of you if you would give me the honour…”
A rumble through the building along with the reflection of a fireball in the next highrise over, followed by a loud boom, cut him off. There was a strange creaking sound, and if not for Halberd’s high reaction speed, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie would have fallen along with the rooftop to the streets below.
After bidding good night to her guards, and good luck to Arctic Halberd, Scootaloo entered her room, Pipsqueak closing the door as he joined her. Kicking off her shoes, Scootaloo began to undress herself as she walked towards the bathroom, not caring where her clothes fell, and all she had on when she reached the door was her panties.
By the time the shower was warmed up, Pipsqueak had joined her once more, completely naked. Stepping into the steaming downpour, he offered her his hand and pulled her close, tilting her muzzle up and kissed the tip softly.
Turning her back to him, Scootaloo leant against the wall and spread her wings, letting the water run through her feathers. Fingers followed a moment later, Pipsqueak lathering some washing gel into her wings whilst massaging her taut muscles.
“You didn’t spend long enough going through your routine, did you?”
His response was a low moan as his fingers worked at a rather tight knot in her wing joint, a smirk on his face as she seemed to go limp, but remained standing upright. Slowly, he helped her wash, and once done she returned the favour, the pair wrapping towels around themselves.
Scootaloo let out a gasp as Pipsqueak suddenly picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She giggled at his antics as he carried her into the bedroom, where he lay her down on the bed, then rolled her onto her front.
With her bare back to him, Pipsqueak started to ease the tension in the muscles where her wings met her shoulders, something he noticed would take more attention than a simple touch in the shower. He watched with a smile as her wings gently spread once more and slowly fell to the mattress.
Leaning in closer, Pip took the edge of her left wing between his teeth, sliding from the base to the tip, coating the feathers in a thin sheen of saliva. He had read up on the old way pegasi preened their wings, and with some assistance from Rainbow Dash and Boreal Spear, had a physical demonstration as well.
What surprised him after he had done a few feather clusters was the small sparks running across them. Of course, with Scootaloo’s unique magic, a lot of things was possible, and they weren’t causing him any shocks, so he ignored them and continued.
Once he had finished, Scootaloo lazily pulled him to the bed and climbed on top of him, kissing him passionately. Pulling away, she sat up on his lap and pulled her wings in, smiling down at him. She then flung her wings out, showering the room with a few bolts of harmless electrical energy.
And that’s where things went wrong. A deep rumble further in the building made them both frown, and then the whole room shook. The floor below gave way, the wall to the outside world and one side of the room following a moment later. A table crashed into the room, roses falling to the floor, accompanied by three slices of cake, two of which had rings resting upon them.
A slightly quieter rumble followed, and more of the floor started to crumble. This included the area under the bed, Pipsqueak quickly using his body to shield Scootaloo as he rolled so that she was underneath him.
With a spine-jolting crash the bed hit the floor below, sending the occupants flying through falling derbis. Scootaloo was lucky, only being hit by smaller pieces, and falling out of the other side of the concrete downpour. After shaking off her disorientation, she looked for Pipsqueak. She let out a scream when she saw him partially buried, blood pooling at the floor underneath him.
Just as she was about to attempt to help him, the door to the room, which had fallen from its hinges, was pushed out of the way. Two dagger wielding pegasi, covered from head to two in black, entered, their gazes taking in the scene. The larger of the pair pointed at Scootaloo, tensing himself.
“There she is! Kill her!”
Author's Note
Non Escape Artists 2: Who Wants To Break Free?!
By the time the group of four friends reached the hotel, it had been mostly evacuated and the Manehattan Guard had set up a cordon. A separate area had been set up for anypony that had been injured, and a quick check revealed that no ponies they knew were among them… nor the growing list of deceased.
Or at least they thought so. Sweetie Belle pulled away as she spotted Spitfire dressed in her flight outfit and covered in dust landing nearby and hastily walking towards the tents. She was carrying a white-furred unicorn stallion in her arms.
“When somepony is ready, this guy could use some medical treatment.” Spitfire set the stallion down on a free bed then stepped back out as one of the medics came over. Her gaze was drawn to the tent flap as Sweetie Belle entered, her eyes wide with worry. “He’s fine, just unconscious. Got third degree burns on his right hand, going to second further up his arm and on his side.”
“Not only that,” the medic muttered, checking Blueblood’s face. “First degree flash burns around his eyes and lips, blood coming from his ears. Probably close to the blast.”
Running back outside, Sweetie Belle looked up with worry at the fires on the top floor of the Mareriott, hoping her sister, if she was up there, was somewhere relatively safe. A pair of purple arms wrapped around her, and she spun around, facing her husband. Their gazes met briefly, then she burst into tears and pressed her head into his shoulder, the other couple looking up in concern.
“Alright, the majority of them are outta there! Teams of ten, floor by floor. Let’s move out!”
Recognising the voice, Applebloom turned and spotted her cousin, an orange high visibility jacket over her shirt, singling her out amongst all of the yellow reflective jackets, who all started moving towards the building. Babs was about to follow them when she spotted her observers, taking her hard hat off as she walked over. “What in Tartarus are you lot doin’ here? It’s not safe.”
Applebloom stepped closer and wrapped her arms around the mare, hugging her tightly. Pulling away, she looked past the cordon and then up at the building Babs’ colleagues had just entered. “‘ave ya seen Scoots or Pip?”
“Sorry, no. We dunno what happened or where yet, but the results… well, I gotta get to work. You guys head over to the white tent, tell them I sent ya.”
With that, Babs broke free and ran into the lobby, weaving carefully through the crowd of staff and guests who were still being evacuated. It was slightly hard to see, as the illumination was provided by emergency lights, and she only saw her teammates by the lights from their helmets. They were waiting by the service elevator, which as standard for a high rise operated on a back up generator in times of emergencies. Babs and her team would be working their way down from the top, and this was the quickest way for them to get up there. Once she was in, her deputy Silver Wisp hit the button to ascend, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
“Alright, what’s eating ya?”
“They could’ve picked a better time,” replied the stallion, giving a shrug. “Like when the hotel was empty, or when I was not on the way to my marefried’s.”
“I highly doubt events like this takes our personal lives into consideration. Let’s just get up there and help who we can. Ya can tell me about your new mare later.” The rest of the ride was silent, the elevator coming to a stop several moments later, and the occupiers prepared themselves.
As soon as the door opened fully they were out into the corridors, moving in pairs in different directions. Babs and her partner, a unicorn stallion, searched room by room, thankful that they were empty and relatively undamaged until they entered the seventh one.
From where she stood at the entrance, Babs could see several rooms away and three floors down, the ceilings up to the roof gone, and that didn’t look very structurally sound any more. Thankfully at a distance she considered safe, several fires were burning away, the smoke fortunately billowing out through the massive hole in the side of the building.
As she continued her inspection of the destruction, she noted there were no damaged utilities such as gas pipes. This wasn’t an accident… somepony planned this. She was about to move to the next area when she spotted a white leg sticking out from behind an upturned bed, with no accessible route. “Crescent, we need to get over there.”
“Sure thing, boss.” The stallion lit his horn and pulled up some of the rubble from below, forming a bridge to the other side of the expanse, keeping it stable. Babs tested it with one foot, and once she was satisfied made her way across it, pausing a moment when she saw who the pony was.
“Rarity, can ya hear me?” Babs knelt down to the unicorn and checked for a pulse, breathing a sigh of relief when she discovered the unicorn was not dead, merely in a state of shock. Ripping the sheet from the bed, Babs wrapped it around Rarity and then lifted her up over her shoulder, carefully stepping back across the rubble. “Alright Crescent, drop it carefully.”
Babs turned to survey to floor below, but the occupants of that room weren’t so lucky. It might not have felt like the right thing to do to her, leaving the bodies behind, but her priority was to rescue the living,. Tapping her partner on the shoulder to tell him she was safe, they made their way back into the corridor and towards the elevators, where her team had already gathered with several survivors, two of which approached Babs when they saw her charge.
“Rarity? Are you okay?” Fluttershy helped Babs set the unicorn on the floor of the elevator, then sat down next to her and held her close, Pinkie doing the same from the other side. There the three friends remained, silent like the other survivors, as the rescue team once more set out to see if they could help anypony else, leaving two ponies behind to look after the group as the elevator took them to safety and medical attention.
Even though the stars were shining and the moon was illuminating the gardens, Twilight Sparkle sent silent thanks to her friend, who had requested her help, for it gave her a good reason to leave the party after the opening ceremony early. Now she was stood in the gardens of Manehattan’s royal residence under a white trellis which had flowers entwined with it, facing out towards two seats.
Behind her stood Lecture, watching the event unfold with curiosity, for he had heard of the act yet never witnessed it. He watched as Twilight went through one of her books over and over again, always the same section.
Closing her book, Twilight looked to the other document in her hands, an official wedding certificate. She thought the official ceremony should be enough for anypony, but given the peculiar nature of her friends' relationship, they requested an extraordinary private one. If it would make them happy, Twilight would oblige.
“Okay then, let’s get started,” the alicorn said as she turned to the changeling, Lecture stepping forward and holding his arms out ready. Twilight unbuttoned her white blouse and slipped it off, placing it across the changeling’s arms. She followed by slipping her knees length black skirt down her legs. The last thing she took off was her black lacy bra, but she kept the matching panties on. Thank Faust it’s summer, otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed to this. “And the next stage, please.”
The changeling gave her a nod, turning to an open chest behind him and putting the clothes inside of it, withdrawing four different items from it. Moving to Twilight, he wrapped a black leather corset around her waist and began to lace it up tightly. Bending down, Lecture helped Twilight change from her shoes into a pair of high heeled, thigh high PVC boots, the mare taking the whip he offered her a moment later. With Lecture's help Twilight walked to a lectern and once there cast a small spell. A tug on a collar signaled the stallion stood on the other end of the path that it was time.
He disappeared, only for another stallion to take his place, dressed in a wedding suit. Pausing for a moment, Braeburn looked over the scene and blinked, then walked down the aisle to where Twilight stood. She indicated where she wanted him, then turned to give Lecture a nod, and the changeling lit his horn.
A moment later music began to play, Braeburn turning to look back the way he had come. From the end of the path came Snips, dressed almost the same as Braeburn, but it was who was next to the unicorn that drew attention.
Clad in only stockings and suspenders, Silver Spoon crawled along on her hands and knees, cuffs locked around her wrists and ankles with chains that kept her in that position. Around her neck was a large collar that forced her to keep her muzzle up, the leash leading to her coltfriend’s hand, and she had a large ballgag in her mouth.
Reaching where the two seats stood, Snips took the one on the left and had Silver Spoon kneel at his side, both of them smiling. Following along the path were Snails and Diamond Tiara in the same attire as their friends, and they took the other position.
The last mare to appear was the one Braeburn was waiting for, a grin coming to his face when Trixie appeared, a leash clipped to her collar and the other end in his cousin’s hand. She was dressed in white lingerie and heels, a veil hiding her face. Her arms were secured behind her back in a white armbinder, and her feet were locked into a pair of white ballet boots, making her walk down the aisle more difficult.
Coming up next to Braeburn, Big Mac lifted the veil to reveal Trixie’s face, the mare smiling as wide as she could around the ballgag, her eyes shining with playfulness. Accepting the leash from his cousin, Braeburn leaned in and kissed the tip of her muzzle, the mare giggling as they turned to face Twilight.
“Welcome to all those present on this joyous occasion, to witness this mare giving herself to this stallion. She will become his to do with as he wishes, in body and mind.” Twilight looked at the small gathering, taking a deep breath before continuing. Thankfully, Trixie had asked for a quick ceremony. “Is there any pony present who wishes to object to this bond?”
There was no reply, Twilight looking to Braeburn with a smile. “Braeburn Apple, do you take Trixie Lulamoon to be your loyal slave, to reward her when good and punish her when bad, but to also ensure she is well looked after and not mistreated?”
“Ah do, yer majesty,” came the response, albeit in a slightly shaky voice, Twilight turning to Trixie.
“Trixie Lulamoon, do you take Braeburn Apple to be your master, to obey his every command, and to carry out his pleasure, earning his care in return?”
“Yeph, youph maphephty.”
Twilight nodded to Mac, who pulled out a small red gem in the shape of an apple, passing it to his cousin. Braeburn accepted the item and turned to his mare, clipping it to her collar. She gave a muffled giggle and winked at him, pointing her muzzle down. With a raised eyebrow Braeburn slipped his finger down Trixie’s corset, feeling something in her cleavage.
He pulled it out and smiled, holding up a silver pendant, a replica of Trixie’s cutie mark hanging from a chain. Braeburn happily put it on then reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag, both ponies turning to Twilight and waiting for those magical words.
“I now pronounce you Master and Slave. May the leash be passed.”
Braeburn accepted the leash from Big Mac and pulled Trixie closer, the mare dropping to her knees to she her submissiveness. Braeburn gave a small chuckle then stood her back up, the pair staring into each others’ eyes. At least until a throat being cleared caught their attention, the pair turning to face Twilight
“We have a room set aside for you to consummate your vows with deeds. There is a range of equipment provided for your entertainment. Please, both of you enjoy yourselves,” Twilight said, making a crack in the air as she lashed out at nothing with the whip.
With a grin on his muzzle Braeburn started walking towards the manor, pulling Trixie behind him. They were followed by Snips, Snails, and their mares. Big Mac went to leave as well, but Twilight grabbed his collar with her magic and pulled him over to her, tapping the handle of the whip in her free hand.
“You still need to be punished. Bend over!”
Scootaloo was torn between fleeing for her life and attempting to help Pipsqueak, and her hesitation gave the two pegasi the opportunity they needed to get closer. The larger one moved in first, stepping within arm’s reach and slashing at her torso. She jumped back just enough for the swipe to cause a rush of air over her exposed chest.
She went to grab his wrist, but that’s when the second attacker shot forward, attempting a straight stab at her neck, but his reach fell short due to his arm being smaller. The dangerous dance continued with Scootaloo on the defence, but she ran out of room to back up when she hit one of the damaged walls, her eyes going wide as the two pegasi closed in for the kill, her eyes closing.
She opened them when she heard a scream of rage, and the larger of her attackers was grabbed around the waist by hands covered in white fur and dotted with brown splotches. Just as the pegasus looked down in confusion, he was thrown through the air towards the rubble
In his place stood Pipsqueak, the bone of his left shin sticking through his skin and fur, a steady flow of blood trickling down his leg. He slowly shuffled forward, standing in front of Scootaloo, protecting her from the other pony.
The small pegasus stepped back, slightly wary now, but he still had a task to do. Tossing his knife from hand to hand, he looked for an opening to attack, and then he saw it. Feigning a slash to Pip’s side, the pegasus waited for the earth pony to move his stance, then sent his foot flying towards the injured leg.
Pip fell to the floor with a pained scream, the pegasus taking the opportunity to strike at Scootaloo, but a black, light blue, and burnt orange blur shot in through the gap to the outside, crashing into the small pegasus and pinning him to the floor.
Holding tightly onto the pegasus’ wrists, Arctic Halberd reared his head back and then shot it forward, sending a painful tremor through the pony’s body. Or he would have, if not for the concoction of drugs the pony had taken earlier, which included strength enhancers, as Halberd discovered when the small pegasus began to push Halberd from him.
Fortunately, further help arrived in the form of Boreal Spear, who took the room at a glance; Pipsqueak on the floor, Scootaloo against the wall, and Halberd being pushed from the floor. Spear jumped over to his friend, forcing the unknown pony from him and tossed him to another part of the room.
The pegasus threw out his wings in anger, then charged with his knife aimed at Spear, but out of all of the room’s occupants, Spear was the only one who had managed to get some rest since the opening ceremony to the Games. When the pegasus went to strike, Spear sidestepped and took hold of the pony’s wrist, snapping it back so hard that the forearm bones snapped, the arm bending backwards.
Spear watched as the knife cut into the owner as he dropped it, leaving a long, shallow gash across his chest, and he fell to the floor. With the knife now in his hands, Spear took a closer look, noticing a liquid coating the blade. He lifted it up and sampled it with the tip of his tongue, then spat and looked to the pony on the floor, the life already fading from his eyes.
“Featherbane… where did they get that?”
With a growl, Halberd grabbed the pegasus and dragged him over to where Scootaloo was still standing. Spear joined him, wrapping their princess and Pip with a towel each, using a third to stem the flow of blood from the earth pony’s leg. Kneeling in front of the dying pegasus, Halberd pulled him up into a sitting position.
“Do you know who you were ordered to kill?”
“...n-no.” Finally showing signs of life, Scootaloo stepped forward and sat on the floor in front of her would be assassin, whose eyes went wide. A shaking hand was raised, and Scootaloo hesitantly took it, a gasp coming from her when she felt how cold he was already. “...m-my princess… I-I’m sorry... I didn’t k-know…”
“Hush now, you need to rest. Help will be here soon.” Scootaloo looked up to Boreal Spear, who shook his head, turning to survey the room. Placing her free hand on Halberd’s shoulder, Scootaloo nodded to Pip, sending her guard to check on her coltfriend, then turned her gaze back to the pegasus. “Tell me your name.”
“...W-Winter Tundra… your m-majesty.”
“Where are you from?”
“C-Cloudsdale. P-please… don’t tell my family I was here.” Scootaloo watched as Spear approached and reached into Winter’s pockets, pulling out the contents. A small plastic bottle took his interest, and after giving it a sniff, he leant close to Scootaloo and whispered into her ear.
“He will ask for forgiveness, grant it to him. ”
Scootaloo nodded, wondering what it was Spear had discovered, but chose to ask him later, returning her attention to Winter, who had just squeezed her hand weakly. “..y-your majesty… please… f-forgive me… I-I did not know…”
With tears building in her eyes, Scootaloo pulled Winter into a tight embrace, his head resting on her shoulder. She looked up as Halberd and Spear stood in front of her with their heads bowed. The hand that Winter had in her hand fell from her grip, and his body went limp, Scootaloo holding him even tighter, a soft whisper echoing in the silence.
“I forgive you .” Gently placing Winter’s body on the floor, Scootaloo accepted Spear’s hand and stood, walking over to where Pip lay, giving her a weak smile. “How is he?”
“Alive, for now. The leg may yet be saved, but only if we get him out of here soon.”
Scootaloo nodded, kneeling down to kiss Pip softly. It was then that she realised there was still one pony unaccounted for, and she looked around her room, eyes narrowing when she spotted the missing pony.
He was somehow still alive, considering that Pip had wildly thrown him into the pile of rubble, and now had several steel rods sticking through his body. Scootaloo looked to Pip and he gave her a nod, so she stood once again and motioned her guards to follow, moving in front of the other assassin.
“Spear, what has you troubled?”
“The poison, your majesty. Its name is ‘Featherbane’, a creation from a Shadowbolt alchemist, and was used as a punishment for the worst of the worst criminals. Just before the end, it forced the victim into a moment of clarity, no matter how influenced by such things as drugs or alcohol, and forced them to speak the truth.” He passed the plastic bottle to Scootaloo, frowning. “This contained another of the Shadowbolts’ creations, it kept a pony on task, and made them ignore anything else. Given what he said, it is likely Winter Tundra was not informed as to you being the target.” Spear looked at the pony impaled on the rods, giving a low growl. “Which means this one was.”
“Spear, Halberd… I want to know everything. And I do not care how you find out.”
Halberd looked at Spear and nodded, getting one in return, then turned to Scootaloo. “It will be our pleasure , your highness.”
Author's Note
And you thought I was going to kill one of them off!
The ceremony couldn't serve to create marriage, because marriage is based on free will and equality, and because the ceremony would lack dignity needed for the legal act, and so we opted for a secondry ceremony. -- The wise words of Corwin Freiss.
Non Escape Artists 2: Who Wants To Break Free?!
“You know, Twi,” Mac said as he looked at his mare and rubbed his ass cheeks, which were stinging from the whipping he had received in the garden. “Ah like those boots Trixie was wearing. Reckon we could get a pair?”
Instead of answering, Twilight got up from her chair with a smirk, motioning for Lecture to follow her and leaving a confused Mac behind. Giving a shrug, the stallion made his way to the other wing of the mansion, knocking on one of the doors. After a couple of moments, he was bid entry, and he gave a chuckle when he saw the occupants.
“Well, Ah can see yer havin’ fun there, cuz.”
“You know it, Mac. Ah think Trixie is too.” Braeburn turned back to his wife, the mare pulled into a tough strappado by a chain attached to the ring on the base of her armbinder. She didn’t hear the two stallions converse, not that well anyway, due to her ears being plugged by thick rubber, held in place by straps around the ears.
Her vision was also removed thanks to a blindfold, rendering her completely helpless and at Braeburn’s mercy, something, that when Trixie wobbled a little and fought to regain her balance, Mac saw was nearly non existent, the mare’s own ass cheeks almost glowing. With a crop in hand Braeburn stepped closer, making his toy shriek when he struck her marehood, which was also on display to the world.
“Well, guess Ah’ll leave you to it Brae. Remember, if it feels like you’ve gone too far, it’s cos you have.”
“Don’t worry, we’ve explored out limits. She can take much, much more, but we’ll still be safe.” Mac left the room, Braeburn turning back to his mare and giving a chuckle. “Now what to do with you? Ah think Ah know.”
Inside the blindfold, Trixie’s eyes darted back and forth, even though she couldn’t see. When she heard the muffled second voice she became even more aroused by the feeling of somepony seeing her in such a compromising position. She wiggled her toes to keep the blood from pooling, then had to shift her feet as she lost her balance, feeling more than hearing the thuds her ballet boots’ heels made on the floor.
She whimpered a little when she felt her arms pushed further up, but knew that was only so the chain could be unclipped, a happy groan coming from her as she was stood up. Trixie didn’t have long to rest however, as she felt tugging on her collar and was forced to follow. From what she saw when they entered the room, she knew she was being pulled to the other side of the room, but not to what piece of equipment.
She was suddenly spun around and felt hands on her shoulders, pushing her down, and she obeyed without resistance. Her teeth dug into the gag as she felt two hard shafts pressing against her entrances, having to spread her legs and allow them in to comply with the downwards force. They weren’t small shafts either, tears building in the corners of her eyes as the one in her ass only seemed to get thicker.
Eventually she bottomed out, feeling a cold rubber seat beneath her. She was grateful when she felt Braeburn lift up one of her ankles and place it in a metal half ring, the mare giving a sigh as the pressure was removed from her foot. The other half closed down from above a moment later, locked her ankle into place, her stallion doing the same to her other leg afterwards. She was made to bend at the hips, held in place for a moment by Braeburn’s hand around her horn. He let go a moment later, but she was still forced to remained in that position.
Trixie cocked her head when she felt two round, glass objects press over her bare nipples, trying to work out what exactly it was. She felt the vibrations of a machine to her side starting up, and a moment later felt the two glass circles clamp down on her breasts, the areas inside the rings being pulled forward.
Stepping back from his mare, Braeburn watched as the suction tubes pulled Trixie’s nipples better than any clamps ever could, and he reached his hand down to the front of the seat she was upon. As soon as he flicked the switch and turned the dial to full power, Trixie’s body began to shake and she started to moan.
Kneeling down, he could see just under her, the two shafts moving very fast in an assault upon her holes. He reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag, but held it in her mouth for a moment whilst he got the next one ready. Letting the drool-soaked rubber ball roll out, he slipped the other one in, Trixie’s mouth being forced even wider open, and he buckled it up tight.
He went to grab a towel to put under her, but noticed the floors were a solid kind of rubber, so any drool would just wipe up. He knelt down and looked into Trixie’s mouth, making sure the wide metal ring was seated behind her teeth with no way of falling out.
He knew what she’d expect to happen next, but instead he moved to a chair and sat down, loving the way her cheeks went red as she was machine fucked. He had clipped the base of her armbinder to a chain hanging from the ceiling, the other end coming down where he had sat down, and gave it a tug, Trixie groaning as her arms were pulled above her back once more.
Braeburn watched for nearly an hour as his mare had orgasm after orgasm, a large pool of drool on the floor below her. Standing up, he walked over, but didn’t release her, nor turned the power down. Instead he unzipped his trousers and let them slide down his legs along with his underwear, letting his cock free to the air.
The first Trixie knew about it was when he grabbed her horn once more and used it to push her head down, his tip slipping past the ring. Trixie tried to instinctively close her lips, but the gag would not let her, and as soon as Braeburn let go, she started to bob her head up and down, at least as far as her bonds would allow her. She kept going until her neck got sore, at which point she drew back as far as she could and shook her head, Braeburn reaching for the gag but not being able to undo it before Trixie hit another orgasm, her scream of passion much louder this time.
Once she had ridden through it, Braeburn tried to remove the gag again, but Trixie pulled her head away and shook it. Looking down her body, Braeburn saw her hips lifting slightly, and knew what she was asking for. Reaching down, he slowly dialed back the power until the machine shut off, then unclipped the chain from her collar, the mare giving a groan as she sat upright.
Her ankles were freed from the stirrups, Braeburn holding on tightly as he helped her rise from the shafts, giving a chuckle when he looked down at the front one and saw it very slick from her juices. He led her over to the couch and sat her down, Trixie lifting her legs so that her boots were on the edge of the seat and exposed herself to the room, giving a wiggle of her hips.
Braeburn was there instantly, pushing his cock into her well lubed cunny, a long moan coming from the mare as he slid in to her depths. He knew from prior experience that she’d likely be exhausted after the next orgasm and that it wouldn’t take her long to reach it, so grabbed her thighs and held her against him as he began to slam in and out.
He wasn’t gentle, and he couldn’t hold on much longer, having been ready to burst halfway through Trixie’s ‘torture’. The gap between her moans got shorter as he started to grunt, her walls crushing his shaft and begging him for his gift. They reached their peak at the same time Trixie letting out a partially muffled scream as her back arched, Braeburn groaning as his body tenses.
His cock throbbed, sending his hot load into her, and once he was done he knelt down, slipping a finger into the ring on her collar. He pulled her up, sending his tongue through the ring and feeling her lips move against his own. When they broke apart, he started to unbind her. Several minutes later, Trixie stood naked in the room, shaking slightly. She was surprised when a robe was passed to her in an amber glow, slipping it on and then turning to see one of the mansion’s staff stood at the door.
“Do not worry about the mess… this is nothing compare to the other two. A bath has been drawn for you both in your guest suite.”
“T-thank you,” Trixie replied in a shaky voice, about to leave the room when she was picked up from behind, Braeburn holding her to his chest with one arm around her back and the other under her legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lay her head upon his shoulder, nodding to the servant as they left. “Brae, what are you doing?”
“Most important part o’ this kinda relationship; after care. Ah’m gonna treat ya as damn near a princess as Ah can.”
Trixie gave a giggle and closed her eyes, looking forward to whatever he had planned next.
After several hours of work, the Manehattan Mareiott had been evacuated of all injured ponies, and the emergency construction crews had entered to temporarily strengthen the damaged areas until permanent repairs could be carried out, alongside the medics who were tasked with recovering bodies.
The medical tents had been restricted as to who could enter, at least twenty ponies from the Manehattan Guard branch forming a barrier to prevent just anypony from entering, and keeping an eye on the growing crowd.
Word had spread quickly through the city, and lots of ponies wanted to see the results for themselves, but it was the increasing number of agitated pegasi filling the street that set the guards on edge. They did their best, but all it took was one pony to catch sight of Princess Scootaloo as she was escorted to safety for the near riot to begin.
Inside the main tent, Scootaloo’s senses were dulled to the sound of frantic shouting as the medics tended to Pip’s leg after sedating the stallion, but the young mare’s gaze was on the next bed, which was covered by a white sheet. The only things she felt right then was anger and hatred for those that sent the young stallion out, and she placed his death upon their heads.
So distracted was she that it took two sets of arms being tightly wrapped around her with one pony blocking her view to snap her back to reality. Looking up, her eyes went wide as she stared into her father’s face, then behind her to see her distraught mother, and she embraced them both tightly.
As soon as she pulled back, Firefly began to fuss over her daughter, looking for any wounds. It took Starburst pulling her away for Scootaloo to be given some peace, but the elder pegasus mare then locked her eyes onto Pip’s unconscious form. Fortunately, she saw the sense in not interrupting the medics as they worked. Seeing his wife finally calmed down, Starburst turned to his daughter with a sigh.
“Sweetheart, I need you to go outside. You don’t have to say anything, just show them you’re still alive.”
Though she didn’t want to leave her stallion, she agreed with her father’s idea, giving him a nod then turning towards the exit.
The one guard inside, a unicorn, held up a hand and lit their horn, covering Scootaloo in a bubble of golden magic, which then faded from sight. The guard then stepped back and held the flap open, bowing their head to Scootaloo. Even though the tent material didn’t do much to quieten the sounds of the crowd, when she stepped out it all seemed louder. She tapped one of the guards on the shoulder and when they saw who it was, the pony moved out of the way, allowing her and her father to pass, the mare climbing atop a large crate.
As soon as the crowd lay eyes upon her, Scootaloo became instantly grateful, for they fell into silence as they stared in awe at her. Now that she was outside, she could see the support she had, not only from pegasi but earth ponies and unicorns as well, and she felt like she needed to say something, anything to ease their concerns further.
“My fellow ponies… tonight… an attempt was made not just on my life, but that of my friends and your friends. Whilst I was the intended target, they killed many tonight. And it wasn’t a tribal attack, for my own stallion, an earth pony, and Prince Blueblood of the unicorns were both injured, and are in the tent behind me as we speak!”
Scootaloo had noted that the only seemingly angry ponies were the pegasi, but as soon as those words left her mouth, angry murmuring could be heard from ponies of every tribe. On the inside, Scootaloo was nervous, but she kept her composure as she continued.
“I promise you all this, we will not rest until those responsible are brought to justice. We will not be going after blood, but will bring them right here, to see what they have wrought! Only then will they face justice for their crimes. And if any of you in the crowd are spying for them, we have a message for you to deliver… run. You run now and you never look back, for one day, we will be behind you, and we will show no mercy!”
That set the crowd off, but not into a riot. It started off slow, somewhere in the middle back, but one pony’s applause moved through the crowd, ending up with everypony that had heard Scootaloo cheering for her and chanting her name, along with her title.
Taking a deep breath, Scootaloo turned and climbed down, returning into the tent. She was about to join her mother near Pip’s bed when a medic approached, bowing his head slightly.
“Your highness, we have both your consort…”
“His name is Pip.”
“My apologies, your highness. We have both Mr Pip and Prince Blueblood stable and ready to be transported to Manehattan General. Would you like to come with us, or make your own way there?”
Scootaloo looked around the tent, seeing more than just Pip and Blueblood awaiting transfer. She was physically fine, and all of these ponies needed help. “I will make my own way. Guard!” One of the ponies from outside stuck their head into the tent. “Ensure these ponies are taken to the hospital as quickly as possible.”
“As you wish, your highness.”
Scootaloo heard the heavy footfalls of boots on tarmac, knowing that the guards would clear the roads before the injured ponies. Heading back outside once more, Scootaloo was surprised to see a new squad in place, their armour shining brightly in the setting sun. Each and every piece was highly polished, looking like it was made from solid gold, except for the smaller pony stood out the front.
They were clad in similar armour, but theirs was a deep red, with a blazing orange sun on the chest piece. Seeing Scootaloo emerge, the pony marched over and knelt down, the guards behind them doing the same.
“My Princess Scootaloo,” came a female voice from under the helmet. “ We have been sent to supplement your usual guards. It is understood they require to be away from your side for the moment, so we will act in their stead.”
Scootaloo was speechless, just giving a nod to let them know to stand. Starburst came alongside her with a chuckle, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Scootaloo, let me introduce Just Cause, Captain of the Praetorians… Celestia’s personal guard. We call her Cas.”
Stepping into the jail cells, Rainbow Dash looked at the few occupants with a scowl as she stalked between them, heading for a sturdy door at the back. Once she reached it she gave it a few solid knocks, a slot opening to reveal a pair of brown eyes. The slot slammed shut and she heard a large bolt being slid back, followed by the door opening.
“Rainbow, what are you doing here?”
“I’ve come to see this stallion for myself, now stand aside.” Having been promoted to a Flight Colonel a couple of months ago, the mare now outranked her husband, the stallion giving a nod as he let her into the room. She had read the quick report, but even then could not have prepared for the stench of singed flesh, holding a hand over her mouth as she looked upon the form of the surviving killer.
The wounds caused by the rebar had been cauterised with the metal left inside, a few inches poking out either side, there were several cuts along his chest, and his legs looked to be broken.
It was less than a minute after entering that Dash left, moving to the nearest trashcan just in time for the violent upheaval of her last meal. Closing the door and stepping behind the mare, Boreal Spear pulled her mane out of her face and held it behind her head, gently rubbing her back with his free hand.
“You should not have come, Rainbow. What we are doing… it is not for this Equestria to see.” Rainbow gave a few dry heaves followed by coughing, then stood up and took a deep breath. She glared at one of the cells, where the occupant was sniggering at her, then turned back to her husband.
“I wish I hadn’t. Walk with me.” Dash made her way from the cells, a small shiver of excitement running down her spine as her massive stallion followed. In the cell office, the guard desk sat empty, Dash having sent the on duty pony for an unscheduled break, and there was an extra chair. “Sit down, Spear. We need to discuss your report.”
Boreal did as told, giving a sigh. He knew what was coming, but being it from his wife made it seem even worse. “Before we do this, Dash, know one thing. I will follow my princess’ orders over yours any day.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear it. As long as she doesn’t order you to please her.” Dash caught a slight smirk playing on Spear’s lips, but it faded again when she continued. “Eye witness accounts said that from the ruins of Scootaloo’s room came you and Halberd, Scoots, Pip, the asshole down there… and one body.”
“That is correct.”
“There’s no mention of it in your official report. Why?”
“Princess Scootaloo’s orders.” Seeing the confusion on his wife’s face, he recounted the scuffle with the smaller of the assassins, giving a brief overview of the drugs and poison they were using. Dash listened intently, but noticed one thing Spear had neglected to mention.
“What was his name?”
“Rainbow, is that really important?”
“The name, Spear… NOW!” Dash shouted, spreading her wings, a show of dominance.
“Winter Tundra. The poor colt’s name was Winter Tundra.” Spear instantly knew something was wrong as Dash’s eyes widened and her wings fell limp as she slumped into her chair. He was distracted as Halberd walked out from the cells, and he knew this round of questioning was over. Once the other stallion had left the room, Spear returned his gaze to his wife. “Rainbow, what is it?”
“...n-no, it can’t be.” She suddenly looked at him with a fire in her eyes, got up and grabbed his hand, then dragged him outside. She offered no explanation as she took to the sky, Spear having trouble keeping up, but he managed to follow her to Manehatten Hospital.
He thought she wanted to ask Scootaloo something, but he grew surprised when she looked at the building’s directory, stopping with her finger in the ‘M’ section. He didn’t quite see what it was, but followed after her as she took off down the corridors. He was partially amused when he saw doctors and nurses go to question her, then return to their work after seeing who marched behind her.
They came across a set of double doors, where Spear had the time to read the sign and find out where she had gone, but not to ask her why as she entered the room. He stepped in after her, looking at the wall mounted rows of silver lockers. He spotted a unicorn stallion sat with his back to them, but so did Dash, the mare marching up and spinning his chair around.
“The dead pony that came in with Princess Scootaloo. Which one?”
“I can’t tell you,” the stallion said, raising an eyebrow at her. “Only members of family.” Dash grabbed the stallion’s shirt and lifted him into the air, Spear stranded in shock at seeing his mare act this way.
“In case you have not noticed, we are both Royal Guards. And... and I have to be sure,” Dash said quietly as she let the stallion go, hanging her head. “Please... “
“I shouldn’t… but alright.” The stallion got up and led Dash to the far end of the room, where he started to open a locker. “Stallion, pegasus. Around sixteen or seventeen, no ID so we couldn’t check.” Opening the door, he pulled out a long metal slab, on which there was a white sheet covering the shape of a pony. “Name of Winter Tundra.”
The stallion pulled the sheet back to reveal the face, the room silent and still as Dash took in his features. Neither the mortician nor her husband ever expected what came next, Dash grabbing the body by the clothing that still adorned it, pulling it from the metal slab, and slamming it into the wall next to her.
“Why? Why did you do it! ANSWER ME!” Spear finally stepped in when she punched the body across the muzzle, pulling her away as the mortician placed the body back into the locker. Dash didn’t give up, kicking, screaming and biting at her husband in an attempt to get free, but he continued to drag her from the room.
He kept a firm grip on her until he was certain they were far enough away from the morgue, and only then loosening his grip so she could wriggle free. She walked a few paces away and dropped her hands to her side, balling them into fists.
Spear stepped closer in case he needed to restrain her once more, but as soon as he placed a hand on her shoulder, she spun around and buried her head into his chest, sobbing loudly. A passing doctor noticed, waving the stallion into a side room, which he was grateful for when he found it empty.
He didn’t see a clock in the room, so didn’t know how long he held the crying mare, but eventually the tears ran themselves dry. Spear was confused, as Dash had at least ten years on Tundra, yet that reaction told him there was something between them, and as much as he didn’t want to, he had to find out. “Dash… my dear Rainbow… who was he?”
“He… he was always in trouble as a colt. In and out of correctional institutions. I tried to help him, but one day… well, we moved to Cloudspire. A few years later, hoping he had calmed down, we went back to Cloudsdale, but he had left. Last we heard, he had knocked up some teenage mare.” Dash pulled away and stood in front of Spear, taking his hand loosely in hers and giving it a weak squeeze. “Winter Tundra is… was my brother.”
Spear’s ears splayed back as the news hit him like the Canterlot Express. Not only had he killed a member of his own tribe, something punishable by death in Pegasopolis, but also a member of his family, the brother of his wife, who he was bound to through their marriage.
Pulling his hand away from Dash, he knelt down before her and hung his head. From his finger he pulled off a gold ring, offering it in his palm to the mare, along with a knife from his belt. Confused, she accepted them, holding them in her shaking hands. “Spear?”
“I know the laws this time. Several pegasi tribal laws have never been repealed for pegasi couples. Rainbow... it was because of me he was struck by his own weapon, the very knife you hold there. I have killed your kin. The law says our marriage can no longer continue.”
“No.” Dash crouched down so that she was eye level with her husband; the joys of having a much larger pony than yourself for your soulmate. She grabbed his hand and pushed the ring back onto his finger. “If… if Tunny had fallen this far, then this would have happened to him sooner or later. I’m… happy it was you who did it. I know you wouldn’t have let him suffer.”
Standing up, Dash grabbed a tissue from the side and wiped her eyes, then pulled Spear up as well, accepting his embrace. Looking out of a window, Spear caught sight of the rising sun, which meant he and Halberd had been chatting to their prisoner all night. He would get to sleep soon, but there was one thing he still had to tell Dash. “I… I did let him suffer, Rainbow. Featherbane is excruciatingly painful, yet your brother… did not even whimper. He may not have made the right choices… but in another time, I would have been proud to call him family.”
Rainbow nodded against him, then moved away and grabbed a sheet of paper and pen from the side. “I need to write a letter. Mom and dad need to know… and so does this mare he supposedly has a foal with. If he does, Spear… I want them to move near mom and dad.”
Spear stepped behind Dash as she began to scribble down her jumbled thoughts, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “If they accept it Rainbow, then we shall do everything in our power to make it happen.”
Non Escape Artists 2: Who Wants To Break Free?!
The next week in Manehattan and nearby Cloudspire was very tense. Celestia had arrived to speak with the two cities’ governors, bringing with her two companies of Royal Guards, who were set up in a ring around the ground city. Celestia was taking no chances, screening all those that entered and left.
Keeping Cloudspire secure were several airships from an ERAF squadron, at the heart of which sat the largest vessel, three times as big as the others. This did not belong to the same group as the others, nor were they any aircraft that bore the same markings, for this was Luna’s personal warship, the ERAF NIGHTMARE.
Thanks to the new security measures, a few small time criminals had their past catch up to them, but the rest of the population willingly submitted, for it was their home that was attacked as well. The ponies soon became accustomed to seeing a squad of guards patrolling the streets with a small airship covering from above, and eventually even the colts and fillies that were in awe of the sight began to ignore it.
Which is why in one little house in the northern bay area, the occupants paid no attention to the engine that hummed above the roof. Kneeling on the floor in the guest room, Spike gave muffled hums as he looked up at Sweetie Belle, the large ballgag keeping him quiet. He couldn’t move, as his ankles were bound to his thighs and his wrists behind his back. To take even more control, Sweetie Belle had locked a cage around his cock, preventing him getting an erection, all because he tried to peek at what was under a towel on the bed.
So he had to watch as Sweetie took her time to get ready, frustrating him with a show of fingering herself in the shower. Spike shifted his arms around, desperate to get free, but the rope was tied too well, the drake giving a frustrated grunt.
The shower shutting called his gaze back to the open bathroom door, Sweetie Belle stepping out with a towel around her body and her mane hanging flat. Lighting her horn, she picked up her husband in her magic and floated him to the bed, placing him down on his back. A flash and a click from his crotch, followed by the cage falling away a moment later made him groan happily, the strain on his shaft removed.
“I’ve got a treat for you today, darling,” Sweetie Belle said as she began to stroke Spike’s semi hard cock, giving him a sultry smile as she stared into his eyes. “Remember when we had that mold of you made? You wanted to know why. This is why.” She pulled the towel away from the bed, Spike’s eyes going wide when he saw the hidden item. “You like it? I wanted you to feel what I feel… but if only if you want to…”
Spike looked back and forth between his wife and the item, then gave a chuckle and nodded. With a delighted squeal Sweetie dropped her towel and grabbed the object. “I must say, Spike, I wasn’t sure if you’d like this.” Wrapping the first strap around her waist, she made sure the shaft that imitated her husband’s own was correctly placed, then pulled the crotch strap up through her legs.
She bit her lip as the dildo on the inside pushed into her pussy, making sure to keep eye contact with her husband, who was smiling back around the gag. Once the straps were secured, Sweetie grabbed a bottle of clear liquid and popped the cap, squeezing some onto the strap on, using her free hand to ensure the entire surface was coated with the slippery substance. Once she was satisfied, she poured a little on her fingers and ran them around Spike’s twitching pucker, then slipped them inside.
Wiping her hand on the towel, she then took hold of Spike’s knees and pressed forward slowly, watching him clench his eyes shut and his fangs dig into the gag as he was filled with a likeness of himself. He tensed in his bonds as she pushed in deeper, letting go of the breath he was holding when she stopped.
Spike opened his eyes when he felt something slide over his cock, and he looked down to see himself surrounded by a thick rubber tube. Giving him a wink, Sweetie Belle drew back slightly, making the tube move up his shaft as if he had pulled out of his mare, and as she pushed back in a little, the sleeve moved down him.
Sweetie started off slow, giving deep, gentle thrusts, letting her husband get used to the feeling of being penetrated. She leaned forward, reaching her hand around his head and then pressing her lips against his when the gag popped out, their tongues playfully wrestling for dominance. When she pulled away, she stroked his cheek and stared into his eyes. “I hope you’re ready now.”
“I am, mistress.”
“Good.” Securing the gag once more, Sweetie stood back up and held onto Spike’s knees, drawing back slowly before slamming in hard, repeating the motion. With every thrust-in her husband made a muffled grunt, accompanying her moans as the shaft inside of her vibrated and shifted at the same time.
Hard and fast the mare went, her tongue hanging from her mouth as she panted from the physical exertion, and it wasn’t long until she was reward with Spike arching his back and his eyes going wide as his body tensed up. His cock began to twitch, and from the top of the sleeve came spurt after spurt of his seed, which splattered the young drake from snout to stomach… but Sweetie Belle was not impressed.
“Did you just come without permission?”
Spike blinked a couple of times then looked his wife in the eyes, giving a shrug. “Umph… noph, miphtreph.”
“I think you did. Now before I punish you, you can finish me off.” Easing herself out of Spike, Sweetie stripped the strap on from her waist and placed it into a waiting bucket of warm water. She then climbed onto the bed and slid up her husband’s body until she reached his face, where she removed the gag once more. “Please your mistress, and I may be lenient.”
She placed her crotch on his snout, and he immediately sent his tongue wriggling into her depths, his lips chewing on her lower set. Sweetie bit her lip as she began to moan, lifting her hands to her breasts and massaging them firmly, giving her nipples the occasional squeeze.
If there was one act her drake was amazing at, it was getting her off orally, and it didn’t take long for her to throw her head back with a scream, Spike still wiggling his muscle around inside of her even as she rode through her orgasm, her love juices leaking into his open mouth. Keeping him firmly between her legs, Sweetie looked down with a sly grin, her horn glowing.
“Your punishment will not be as bad as the original one, as you have pleased me. What you shall do instead…” Spike gave a groan as he saw the outfit hovering above his mare, knowing just how she planned to humiliate him. “Your parents’ house is a mess, Spikey-wikey, and it pleases me to know just how much you’ll love being their new maid!”
In an unassuming section of woods just outside Manehatten, there stood a rather old log cabin. A secret door in the basement of this building led to a small cave. This cave was inhabited by a single naked pegasus stallion, who was unable to move. His limbs were spread and stretched out painfully, forming a giant X shape against the rocky wall. Around his neck and buckled so tightly it was beginning to dig in was a leather collar. To any outside observer it simply looked too tight, but this wasn’t the whole truth, for the inside was lined with sharp spikes that had already pierced the skin.
As if that wasn’t enough, the two pieces of rebar stuck through his abdomen had remained in place. His snout was caked in dried blood, and one of his eyes was badly swollen shut, yet he still remained silent. Upon hearing the secret door creak open, the pegasus lifted his head and began to smirk, knowing the fun was about to start once again.
Into the cave stepped two large pegasi stallions, both glaring at him, but this time there was a third pony with them. The restrained stallion’s eyes went wide as an orange furred pegasus mare, not even shoulder height of the two stallions, stepped from around them, her features expressionless as she moved closer.
“I understand you are not being very cooperative, so I am here to make a deal. A name, place, or anything useful, and your suffering can end.”
“Go fuck yourself, ‘Princess of the Pegasi’.”
Scootaloo sighed in frustration, stepping a bit closer. “I had these two hold back to ease your pain. But I don’t really need them to do this. You see,” she said, as she lazily drifted a finger over his bare chest. “I’ve been reading up a lot on the history of Pegasopolis, seeing as ruling the city and our race is my birthright. But you… you have no honour, and are not worthy of being called a ‘pegasus’.” Scootaloo’s hands moved to the stallion’s wings, taking a feather each. “You… tried to kill me.”
A extremely pained scream echoed in the cave as Scootaloo ripped one of the feathers free, ignoring the spurt of blood that sprayed the wall. Behind her, Boreal Spear saw Arctic Halberd wince, setting his hand on his friend’s shoulder; he easily worked out his fellow soldier remembered the time he had a wing injury and needed his feathers removed quickly in order to save the limb… and there wasn’t enough time for sedation or anesthetic.
“You tried to kill Pipsqueak!” Another feather out and another scream. “Rarity! Blueblood! Fluttershy! Pinkie Pie! Arctic Halberd! Boreal Spear!” Every name Scootaloo shouted out was accompanied by a feather being forcibly removed and a scream, the mare stopping with tears running down her cheeks. “T-those are the names of the ponies you almost killed” Scootaloo took a hand full of primaries in each hand and tugged hard, pulling a bunch free in one go, the scream much, much louder. “T-that was for… W-Winter Tundra, and all the ones who lost their lives!”
Stepping back with a sniff, Scootaloo turned to Halberd and Spear, giving them a nod. She walked past them and they moved towards a small fireplace in the cave, grabbing a red hot poker each and looking over the bleeding parts of the restrained stallion’s wings.
As soon as she was free of the cave and basement, Scootaloo fell to the floor and broke down sobbing, not even registering the arms that wrapped around her and held her close. She lay there for what felt like hours until her tears ran dry, her chest heaving. She felt a hand gently brushing her mane and the tight embrace she was in, finally turning to look at the pony holding her.
“Shh, just relax. They’ll get what they need.” Pipsqueak gave her a gentle smile and kissed her forehead, the mare wrapping her arms around his neck and holding tightly. “Um… Scoots? I can’t get us both up anymore, remember?”
Pulling away with a sniff, Scootaloo looked down at Pip’s left leg, which was still in a cast. There was a very slim chance Pipsqueak would be able to walk without a stick, but it was less than one percent. Pushing herself up, she helped him stand and they entered the lounge of the cabin, where they sat on the couch and pressed against each other’s side.
“Your majesty, excuse the intrusion.” Scootaloo looked to the doorway, nodding at Just Cause, who stood awaiting her attention. “We have just apprehended a mare who approached and refused to leave. She is insistent on speaking with you.”
“Give me a moment, then bring her in.” Just nodded and left the cabin, whilst Scootaloo moved into a washroom and made herself presentable. Upon returning to the lounge, she found a cloaked pony stood in the middle of the room, the black snout of a white muzzle sticking out from under the hood. “The guard said you needed to see me.”
“Greetings I bring you, my Princess Scootaloo.” The pony lifted up a hand and lowered the hood, revealing a black and white striped face, with a flowing white mane. Heavy footsteps in the hall drew the room’s attention, the two ponies that appeared in the doorway reaching for their lightning-head spears, but the mare held up her hand. “Warriors of Pegasoplis be still, for my intent bears no ill.”
“You,” Spear started with a growl, stepping forward as his arm relaxed a little, but not much. “Are wearing a Shadowbolt alchemist cloak. You can not be trusted.”
“Am I to blame, for the ancient Shadowbolts’ shame? I am kindred with you,” the mare reached up and unclasped her cloak, letting it fall to the floor and revealing her body clad in a loose robe, causing a couple of shocked gasps. “For I have wings too.”
Indeed, a pair of white wings with the odd black feather spread from her back, causing Spear and Halberd to hesitate. Scootaloo, however, stepped closer to the mare with a frown, walking around her as she looked over her body.
“Your mother or father must be a pegasus. Which is it?”
“My father is of pegasi blood.”
Taking to the one of the single chairs in the room, Scootaloo waited until Spear and Halberd were either side of her and Pip behind her seat before she spoke again. “You know, a Shadowbolt alchemist turning up so soon after certain items were used in an attempt on my life is suspicious. How do I know you’re not here to finish the job?”
“Why would I do that?.”
“Wait, why did you stop rhyming?”
“I didn’t even know I was rhyming. It comes from studying with my mother.” Seeing Scootaloo’s confused look, she reached into her cloak and pulled out a small bit of paper, passing it over. “You know my mother, an expert in Everfree flora and fauna, by the name of Zecora.”
Scootaloo nodded and pointed to the couch, the mare sighing as she sat down. “Firstly, what is your name? Secondly, how exactly do you plan to do here?”
“My name is Zocha, and I am going to help by using the very substances your assassins did. Tell me,” Zocha started, turning her gaze to the brown eyes of Boreal. “What ever happened to the Shadowbolt alchemist who was forced to put you into the clouds?”
“I do not know, but I know he was one of the few who remained loyal to the crown, yet always treated like a criminal.”
“He escaped. Used the same method to hide himself in a cloud, one which drifted for the centuries until it was time.”
“Hold on now,” interrupted Scootaloo, eyes narrowing at Zocha. “If you’re Zecora’s daughter, how come we never met you? Or she never mentioned you for that matter?”
“A pony can not have a private life anymore, is that what you are saying, your majesty?” Zocha allowed a slight smirk to appear on her otherwise stoic face as Scootaloo’s cheeks reddened, and she could tell it was embarrassment, not anger. “As you might well know, my mother moved from the Everfree Forest a few years ago. I met up and travelled with her, whilst my father offered his services as a potions master to the griffons during a time of great sickness.”
“When can you begin?”
“My cart is outside, and stocked to the brim. I can begin immediately.”
“Spear, Halberd,” Scootaloo said as she stood up. “Show our new friend here to our guest.”
“At once, your majesty,” they replied in unison, waiting for the zebra-pegasus to move, one in front of her and the other behind.
Soarin looked around in confusion, trying to see which of his fellow Wonderbolts might be messing with him. His flight suit was not where he left it hanging, and he was expecting to find it filled with jello or peanut butter… again.
Closing his locker and double checking to make sure it was actually locked, he began to look around the room, trying to find his missing suit. After a good ten minutes looking around, he stepped into the Wonderbolts’ ready room, finding it empty of other ‘bolts and their luggage. Frowning, he went to alert security to a possible intruder, but was stopped when a familiar voice came from behind him.
“Looking fer somethin’, sugarcube?”
Turning around, Soarin’s mouth dropped open as he beheld his mare, who was dressed in his missing clothing. Given her job, the form fitting suit only accentuated her well toned body, especially the way the leg parts clung to her strongly defined muscles, and just under her hat sat a pair of goggles.
Stepping forward, Applejack wrapped her arms around Soarin’s neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. When their lips broke apart, Soarin shook off his shock and returned the embrace, holding her against him. “You look great, but you always do.”
Applejack giggled and lightly slapped the stallion’s chest, then lay her head on his shoulder. “Smooth talkin’ colt, ain’t ya? So, now Ah’m dressed, wanna take me for a flight?”
“Yes, actually.” Applejack pulled away and stared at Soarin in confusion, but he just winked at her and took her hand, leading her into the locker room. Opening his up, he dug around inside until his hands found what he was after, pulling out a silver pendant with a feather inscribed into it. “Here, put this on.”
She did as asked, feeling a slight tingle over her body as the pendant gave off a faint blue glow, but Soarin offered no explanation as he grabbed his goggles and donned them, then took Applejack’s hand and guided her to a balcony.
“Hold on tight,” Soarin said as he wrapped his arms around Applejack, then spread his wings. Holding the mare close, he took off, flying straight up until he was level with the clouds, making several passes before dropping Applejack from his grip.
The mare screamed as she was falling through the air, but then let out a grunt as the cloud below her gave way a little then pressed back, supporting her weight. Slowly standing, Applejack turned with a scowl as Soarin landed next to her, a grin on his face.
“That ain’t funny. How am Ah on this ‘ere cloud?”
“That pendant is enchanted with the featherweight spell, meaning that right now these clouds weigh more than you.”
“Oh Ah see.” Keeping her glare up for just a moment longer, Applejack suddenly pounced at Soarin and knocked him to the cloud, straddling his lap. “So ya just thought you’d bring me all the way up here an’ what? Sweet talk me?”
“Well, if that’s what you want… but just thought you’d enjoy sex on a cloud.” Soarin smirked as Applejack tried to retort, instead pressing into a passionate kiss, the stallion wrapping his wings around her back. Pulling away, she rested her head on his shoulder, looking to the west as the sun began to dip below Mt Equus.
“Sugarcube?”
“Hmm?”
Applejack pushed herself up so that she could look Soarin in the eyes, to gauge his reaction from what she was about to propose. “Ah’ve been thinkin’... mah body clock ain’t slowin’ down, an’ soon it’s gonna be too late. Seein’ how happy mah sis is… Soarin, Ah… want… Ah want…”
“Okay.” Reaching up, Soarin gently stroked Applejack’s cheek, then sat up himself and kissed her softly. “I’ve been thinking about asking you for awhile, but… I promised my parents I’d be married before I had a foal. So how about it? Do you want to be Mrs Soarin Smokestack?”
“You… want to marry lil’ old me?” Soarin had barely nodded when Applejack pushed him back down, mashing their lips together much more aggressively. She pulled away with his bottom lip between her teeth, stretching it as far as she could without damage before letting go. “Ah guess Ah could get used to a featherbrain bein’ mah husband. Now, where’s this sex you promised?”
Hearing the challenging tone in her voice, Soarin grabbed her shoulders and rolled her off of him, flipping her onto her stomach. Applejack gave a low growl, trying to push back, but Soarin settled himself down on her back, his hands locked around her wrists so that she couldn’t move her arms; although she was in fact the stronger of the two, she didn’t want to test the limits of the pendant, so barely fought back.
Applejack giggled as she felt his hand move up her chest, pulling the zipper of the flight suit down and through her crotch, exposing her to the cool evening air. She heard Soarin undo his pants and a moment later felt him against her flesh, pushing back a little to slide her pussy along his cock.
Wrapping her tail around his wrist and grabbing her dock in the same hand, Soaring held Applejack in place as he pushed in, giving her tail a tug when she tried to pull away; he knew the routine, if she didn’t pull away, she wanted loving. If she pulled away, she wanted a rough rutting, and he’d happily oblige her either way.
Knowing how she liked the rough play, Soarin thought he’d try something new, grabbing her mane and giving it a tug back. The reaction was immediate, Applejack’s head rolling back as the mare let out a pleasure gasp, and he knew it wasn’t from vaginal stimulation, as he wasn’t even a third of the way in yet.
Pulling hard on her tail, he forced her backwards, her legs spreading a little wider as his shaft pushed in all the way, Applejack giving a low moan. He then started in earnest, and with every thrust in would pull her mane back, making her pleasured tones change to something harsher. Soarin gave a quick look around, as Applejack’s sounds of passion would carry over the air for a fair distance at this altitude, but they were very much alone.
Trading an increase in strength of his thrusts for a little lesser speed, Soarin slammed in so hard he made Applejack jolt forward a little, which resulted in her tail and dock being tugged hard. He began to alternate how he pulled her hair, never doing mane and tail at the same time, being rewarded with Applejack screaming out in pleasure.
Her walls clamped down much more strongly on his cock than they ever had before, and with one more forceful push in, aided by pulling her back by both her mane and her tail, let out a grunt as he released wave after wave of his seed into her. He tried to pull out when he thought he was done, but Applejack didn’t let him free, her hungry pussy milking him for everything he had.
After a few moments he was finally released, falling to the cloud next to Applejack and panting away, looking to his mare with a smirk. She wiggled around so that she was pressed against his side, leaning over to press her lips to his softly.
“Sugarcube, Ah want you to rut me like that again sometime.”
Soarin gave a chuckle, covering the mare with a wing as she settled her head on his shoulder, giving a happy sigh. “I’ll be sure to remember that. You wanna go back or rest up for a while?” His answer came in the form of light breathing, and he looked to the mare with a raised eyebrow, seeing her eyes shut. “Rest it is.” He kissed her forehead, then lay back and closed his own eyes, his body warmed by the mare next to him.
Author's Note
Yay, torture of a prisoner! There's a reason I added the dark and gore tags.
Non Escape Artists 2: Who Wants To Break Free?!
In a small cloudhome right on the edge of the outskirts of Cloudspire, the sound of a foal crying made one young mare roll over and sit up, brushing her butterscotch mane out of her face. Reaching over, she began to rock a crib, in which lay a light green pegasus filly. The crying stopped and bright orange eyes opened to see who it was that came to her calls, but it was not the pony she wanted, thus her wailing began anew.
Picking the filly up, the honey coloured pegasus mare held her close and gently brushed her mane, making shushings sounds. “It’s okay, my little Leafy, daddy will be home soon. Here, are you hungry?” Opening her nightshirt was enough to quieten her foal, and as the filly began to feed the mare looked at the space next to her with a sigh, for it had been empty for over a week now. Tunny, where are you?
She sat there until the filly had her fill, burped her, and then got out of bed. She had just approached the lounge when she heard a knock on her door, seeing two shadows on the glass. Slowly approaching, she cautiously opened the door, looking at the pair in armoured outfits. “H-hello?”
“Is this the home of one Winter Tundra?” Asked the stallion of the pair, a silver coated pegasus, who stood a head taller than most ponies. The other was a blue furred mare, with a rainbow mane. “Miss?”
“Y-yes, it is. Why, what’s he done?”
“I think we’d better come in, we have something to tell you,” the mare outside said. “My name is Rainbow Dash, and Tunny… is my brother.” Dash gave a small smile to the mare inside, who took a moment to consider what was said, then opened the door and let the two surprise visitors in, Dash immediately spotting the filly. “And who’s this then?”
“This is Bay Leaf, and my name is Honey Breeze. Now, what’s this about Tunny?”
“You might want to sit down for this,” Dash suggested, waiting until the younger pegasus complied with the requester, then she sat down beside her. “I’m sure you heard about the events that occurred at the Mareiott last week.”
“Of course, it’s got everypony up here in Cloudspire really riled up.” Honey looked down as the foal in her arms began to babble, looking around the room. Honey smiled at her, briefly glancing at the stallion before turning her gaze back to Dash. “I do hope Princess Scootaloo’s partner will be fine.”
“It’s just a broken leg, but enough about that.” Dash took a deep breath and set her hand on Honey’s shoulder, the teenage mare becoming aware that what she was about to be told was nothing of the good sort. “Honey… Tunny was one of the assassins.”
Dash had prepared for several reactions, and even though anger was one of them, she still wasn’t quick enough to stop Honey’s arm from knocking her hand away. “How dare you?! You come into my home and tell me that Tunny tried… tried to ki..”
“We are telling you the truth,” the stallion spoke up, kneeling in front of the mares, but his gaze was on the floor. “My name is Boreal Spear, I am Rainbow’s husband. I am also one of Princess Scootaloo’s personal guards. Winter Tundra was indeed on of the attackers, but he was not right of mind.”
Honey sat staring blankly ahead, holding the filly close to her chest as tears began to roll down her cheeks. She closed her eyes as her breathing got heavier. “How.. how did he…”
“He attempted to use a knife coated in a poison called ‘Featherbane’, but in the scuffle that ensued when I arrived, the knife was dropped and cut into his skin,” Spear said, lifting his gaze to look Honey in the eye. “He was under the influence of some powerful mind altering drugs, and the poison cleared his mind before the end.”
“No,” Honey whispered, shaking her head as her arms squeezed Bay Leaf a little tighter. “No… this can’t be real.”
“I’m afraid it is,” Dash said from the side, pulling Honey into a loose embrace. “When Tunny saw what he tried to do, he was devastated. Scootaloo… she held him until he was gone, and forgave him at the scene.” That was enough to open the floodgates, Honey’s tears bursting forth as she buried her head into Dash’s shoulder. Bay Leaf, although not understanding why, joined in with her mother’s cries.
Spear stood and left the room, leaving the two mares alone. After a good ten minutes, Honey’s tears finally ran dry, and she sniffed as she pulled away from Dash, staring at her filly. “I...What do I do?” she suddenly asked, shocking Dash a little. “Tunny provided for the both us, didn’t leave us wanting for anything. But now that he’s gone…”
“Actually, I have an idea there.” Honey turned to face Dash, finding the older mare had a soft smile on her face. “A fresh start, if you will, far away from here.”
“But where would I go?”
“To Cloudsdale, to live with my parents.” Dash immediately saw the worry in Honey’s eyes and shook her head. “They already know, and whilst disappointed and upset by the news, they were very excited about meeting their granddaughter. So, what do you say?”
Honey took several moments to look around her home, her gaze ending up on Bay Leaf. “I… I want what is best for my foal. That’s not here anymore, so… I accept your offer. When do you want me to start moving?”
“The sooner the better, really,” Dash replied. “But you won’t be doing it alone. I can get some help for you.”
“Would… would we be able to go today?” Instead of answering, Dash gave a low whistle, which was returned a moment later. She reached for the filly, Honey releasing her grip without protest as she frowned at Dash.
“Gather whatever stuff you need with you whilst travelling, and get changed. It won’t do you any good to be dressed like you are now for the journey.” Honey gave a nod and stood up, walking to the doorway, where she paused and looked over shoulder at Dash and Bay Leaf for a moment, and then she was gone. “Well hey there little Bay Leaf,” Dash said as she looked down at the filly. “I’m your super cool aunt, the one and only Rainbow Dash!”
The filly was quite content to listen to the mare as she prattled on about the sights and sounds of some faraway place. She was too young to understand what the words meant of course, but it was the sound of the mare’s voice that had her enraptured. At least until her mother returned, now wearing more suitable clothes and a bag over her shoulders. “So, um, when will the help you offered arrived?”
As soon as the words left her mouth, the front door opened again and Spear reentered the house, taking the scene at a glance, easily working out what had been said. “I have eight deckhands with me.”
“Deckhands?” Honey asked, but Dash stood up and took Honey’s hand, gently pulling her towards the door. Now curious, the teenager followed willingly, and when she got outside she saw several ponies in matching uniforms stood out on the street. Looking to the side of her house, Honey’s eyes went wide when she saw the airship gently floating in place.
“Come on, let’s get you on board, then these guys can get your stuff packed.” Dash led Honey over to the airship, the younger mare’s gaze focusing on the royal guards that were milling about on the upper deck. Dash turned to Honey and handed her back Bay Leaf, then looked to her husband. “Spear, can you take her the rest of the way? I’ll tell the captain to prepare to leave.”
“Of course. This way please,” he said to Honey, leading her below decks and into a long corridor. As they walked down it, Honey noticed a stallion of similar size stood in front of the door at the end, but he simply moved to the side as they approached. The door was opened for her and she stepped in, Spear remaining outside and closing the door to the room.
Honey looked around the room, her mouth open at the lavish decor, especially the water feature that was against the wall just next to her. “Wow…”
“Eh, it’s alright. Got nothing on the ships from Pegasopolis.” It was then Honey noticed the other pony in the room, and she dropped into a bow. “No, not today. Come, sit with me.”
Honey couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing and her ears were hearing. Stood in front of her was Princess Scootaloo, but unlike the flowing dresses the pictures in the papers showed, she was simply dressed in jeans and t-shirt. She obeyed the order she was given, moving to the couch near the large curved window, sitting at one end as Scootaloo took to the other.
“The SS Faust has been requested to take you to Cloudsdale, so here we are. I thought you might appreciate one of the best seats in the house,” Scootaloo said, sitting down on a couch and tapping the space next to her. “Oh, and don’t worry about Smiley McDope over there. He’s doped up on something from a zebra alchemist right now.”
Honey then noticed a chair to the side, in which sat an earth pony stallion; his left leg was in plaster and resting on a stool. He gave her a dopey smile then turned back to the window just as the Faust moved below Cloudspire and began heading inland.
“Let’s see… Babs Seed, Crescent, Silver Wis… oh hay no, not me,” Silver Wisp said as he crossed out his name from the list in front of him. Whilst he was always pleased to see his efforts rewarded, he would rather not attend the ceremony, as he disliked such gatherings.
Scanning the document, he removed any reference to himself and set the sheet of paper into his secretary’s tray to be redone. Giving a sigh, Wisp went to pick up the next document when the opening of his door made his ears flick, and he was about to tell the pony that he was just leaving when he saw who it was, smiling instead.
“I thought I’d come meet you at work,” Coco said as she stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. With a sultry smile she walked over to Wisp’s desk and leant forward, giving him a look down her coat at her cleavage. When she saw that she had his undivided attention, she stepped back and let the belt loose, dropping her jacket to the floor. “Do you like my new line?”
Contrasting with her amber-grey coat, she stood clad in a black lace bra, panties, and suspender belt set, complete with sheer stockings. Stepping over her jacket, Coco slowly walked around Silver’s desk and pulled his chair out, sliding into his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her lips against his, rubbing her body against him.
A knock on the door caused them to separate, and Wisp pointed to the space under his desk, Coco nodding and slipping under just as the door opened. Holding her breath, she waited, hoping that the visitor would decide to leave instead. Alas, it wasn’t to be.
“Wisp, you don’t normally throw your coat on the floor. No, don’t get up,” the stallion said as Silver started to get out of his chair. “Got some budget stuff for you took over when you have the time.”
“I shall make it my priority when I get in tomorrow,” Wisp said as he sat back down. “I’m sorry about the coat, I was just a bit stressed when I came in earlier, Mr Rush. I’ll get it in a moment.”
“No need, I’ll do it.” With an inch gap from the backboard to the floor, Coco could see the other stallion’s shadow as he reached for her jacket, picking it up without even a glance in her direction. “It smells of perfume. Wisp, you sly dog.”
“You’ve got me, I have a marefriend now.” Biting her lip to stifle her giggles, Coco turned to face Wisp and reached for his crotch, very slowly unzipping his pants. She saw his hands grip the armrests of his chair as she fumbled around, finally letting out his cock. She began to kiss the tip gently, slowly bringing it to life. Once it was hard, she slipped her lips over the head and began to take him in. “In fact, I shall be leaving soon to go meet her.”
“Ah, I see. Well, guess I’ll see you Monday morning then. Have a good one, Wisp.”
“You too, Mr Rush.” All throughout the exchange, Coco kept Wisp in her mouth, waiting for the door to click shut. When it did, he pushed his chair back a little, looking down to see her pleading eyes staring back at him. Giving a sigh, Wisp put his chair back under, Coco beginning to bob her head back and forth. “You are such a naughty mare.”
His response was a muffled giggle, Coco massaging his thighs with her hands. Leaning his head back, Wisp closed his eyes and relaxed, losing himself to the feeling of her soft lips around his member and her tongue playfully batting at his tip. So when the door opened once again, it was easy to understand the glare on his face, causing the janitor to splay his ears back and leave the room. Wisp relaxed once more, but barely a minute went by before yet another interruption, Coco pausing as the next pony entered.
“Mr Wisp, I must speak with you about the games.”
“Miss Harshwhinny, I am surprised you’re here so late.” Coco heard the mare sit down on a chair opposite Wisp, the stallion reaching under his desk to gently pat her head. “What about your son?”
“He’s with his father right now.” Pulling out a folder from her bag, Harshwhinny slid it across the desk, then grabbed another file. “As you well know, the attack on Princess Scootaloo last week put things on hold. That increased the cost of housing and feeding of all the athletes, to bumping the budget for the games up by three million bits.”
“I see,” Wisp replied as he looked over his own documents, then pulled out a lock box from his drawer; his gaze moved slightly over, to where Coco’s light cyan eyes were staring back at him. His first instinct was to buck his hips forward and bury his cock deeper between her lips, but he fought it down as he opened the box. “The Manehatten government can spare… all of it, and still have enough to cover for our own needs. But the mayor will expect some of it to be refunded by the crown, seeing as they pay for the games.”
“I shall speak with Princess Celestia, see what I can do,” Harshwhinny said, standing from her seat. “Have a good evening, Mr Wisp.” The mare turned and walked from the room, gently closing the door behind her; Wisp didn’t fail to notice the smirk she gave him just before the wooden portal closed.
After Harshwhinny left, Wisp stood up and walked over to his door, checking the corridor outside before locking the room from the inside. Turning around, he tapped on top of his desk, making Coco’s head appear. “Come out.”
She did so slowly, waiting for him to come around to her then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Lifting one leg from the floor, she ran it up and down the back of his thighs as her hand unbuttoned his blazer and shirt, sliding them down his arms. Coco giggled when he gently pushed her down to the table, where she lifted her legs into the air and rolled her panties down them, Wisp taking hold of them and pulled them free.
Spreading her legs a little, Coco slipped her feet past Wisp’s head and hooked her ankles together, keeping him in place. Wisp unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall down, pressing the tip of his cock against the mare’s pussy, slowly slipping in. Coco gripped the edge of the desk and pulled her body down, a low moan coming from her throat as the stallion filled her up even more.
Grabbing his tie, Coco pulled Wisp on top of her, sliding her legs down his body until they were around his waist, and she locked her ankles together again. The stallion placed his hands on the desk either side of her head, leaning closer to press his lips to hers, rolling his hips and sliding his shaft back and forth. He steadily increased his speed and strength, Coco placing her head alongside his, her panting breaths making his ear flicker.
She soon started moaning loudly, reaching around his back and running her fingers through his wings, whilst he tilted his head down and began to nibble on her neck. Slow and steady the stallion went, constantly bringing Coco to the edge before he eased off a little, letting her calm down then starting all over again.
Soon it became too much for the mare to handle, her fingernails digging through Wisp’s fur and into his skin as her body tensed, her head rolling back with a pleasured scream. Wisp waited for her to come down before he started once more, but Coco sat up and pushed his chest, making the stallion away from her.
Wisp was confused at first, as shown by the frown he wore, but Coco just giggled and dropped to her knees. She lifted her hands and took a firm hold of Wisp’s hips, opening her mouth. She then pulled him forwards roughly as she moved her head in, taking his entire length in one go. A moment later Wisp was panting for breath as Coco used him to roughly face fuck herself.
It didn’t take long for him to peak, Coco’s lips around the base of his shaft as it pulsed and sputtered, her throat muscles clenching around his tip as she gulped down his gift. The load became too much for the mare to take orally, and she pulled away, letting her tongue hang out as the last spurts of seed sprayed across her muzzle, one eye closing just in time as one spurt headed right for it.
Wisp fell back into his chair, his chest heaving and his body going limp. He looked down to find Coco smiling at him, wiping away the cum on her face with her fingers, which she then licked clean, never breaking eye contact.
Rumble was nervous, even if he didn't outwardly show it, as he stood in a specialised photography studio. He had Applebloom's permission, and she would have been there if she had been feeling better, and the young mare had had insisted he didn’t need to go with her to the hospital. Quickly peeking out of the doorway, he took stock of the other ponies in the room, setting up photography equipment. I can't believe I agreed to do this...
Turning back to the room he was in, he watched as a unicorn mare hummed happily as she set things out on the bed. It was actually the first time Rumble had met her, despite modelling several of her outfits, both for mares and stallions. Once she was done, the mare turned and waved Rumble over. "Which one would you like, pink or blue?"
Before he could answer, another unicorn darted over and grabbed the blue items of clothing. "He can have the pink!" Sweetie Belle smiled sweetly at Rumble, then walked back over to where Spike was sitting.
"Looks like you got pink," Velvet said, giving a sigh. "Come on, let's get you changed." Stripping off was easy enough, but then Rumble needed help to don his outfit. It certainly wasn't his first time wearing a corset, however it was his first time wearing a latex one. He gave a gasp when he felt the cold material through his fur, making him shudder, and Velvet just giggled as she began to lace him up.
Five minutes later both he and Sweetie Belle were dressed in stockings, elbow length gloves, panties, and collars to match their corsets, both wearing black, shiny, six inch heels. They waited sat on the bed, mainly so their feet could get as much respite as possible, Sweetie looking at Rumble with a smile. "Don't worry, they'll edit it so our faces are hidden."
"Is there any point?" Rumble said as he moved his legs, getting squeaks as the latex shifted over itself. "I mean, we've both been in magazines already, and I'm pretty sure they'll be able to tell it's us."
"Good point." Sweetie Belle hummed to herself for a moment, then clapped her hands together. "We'll speak to them about it afterwards. Come on, they're ready for us." Sweetie Belle stood up and then helped Rumble to his feet, the young stallion a little wobbly on shoes with higher heels than he was used to. They walked out of the room they were in, Rumble swallowing as he saw Velvet waiting for him.
He stood with Sweetie Belle as they posed for a few initial shots, then his hand was taken by the elder unicorn and she pulled him away. Before he knew what was happening, he found his wrists tied tightly behind his back, looking over his shoulder to see Velvet with several lengths of green rope in her hands. It was then he heard the clicking of cameras and remembered why he was there.
Velvet grabbed his shoulders and turned him to face the photographers, Rumble noticing Sweetie Belle was in the same position as him, but the rope adorning her was red. He watched as Spike lifted a gag up and held in front of Sweetie's mouth, Rumble then looking below his muzzle to see one waiting for him.
The cameras clicked faster during the gagging, Rumble wondering which ones would be the best as Velvet buckled the strap behind his head. He stood patiently as Velvet wrapped more rope around him, pinning his upper arms to his sides, and he looked at Sweetie Belle to find she was at the same stage. They were both taken over to a couch and sat down, Spike and Velvet proceeding to tie their legs up, rope wrapped above and below their knees and their ankles.
With the binding done, Spike and Velvet stepped back, leaving Rumble and Sweetie Belle to pose as well as they could. After several dozen shots, Sweetie Belle began to struggle for the cameras, Rumble joining in a moment later, their muffle moans filling the room.
Eventually, thanks to their squirming, the pair ended up on the floor, where Spike and Velvet took the opportunity to hogtie them. It became ever harder for Rumble and Sweetie Belle to move, the stallion rolling to his side and unable to get back onto his chest; Sweetie Belle had done a complete roll and was now on her back. Every little movement was accompanied by moans and squeaks.
Just as he was beginning to enjoy himself, the door opened and another stallion entered, Rumble watching as he walked over and whispered something in Velvet's ear. The mare gave him a nod, then turned to the lead photographer. "I'm afraid we have to pause for a moment. One of our models has somewhere to be."
Rumble frowned in confusion as Velvet walked over and untied his, helping him into the room with the bed, where she ungagged him and started untying the other ropes. "You know the way to the hospital?" Velvet suddenly asked.
"Uh... yeah, it's a few block east of here." Rumble rubbed his wrists once his arms were free, then pulled the gloves off as Velvet unlaced the collar.
"Good, because it's time."
Rumble wore a blank look for a moment, his eyes going wide as he realised what Velvet meant and what the messenger had said. Velvet was just reaching for the corset's lace when Rumble grabbed his pants, shoes, and jacket, slipping them on as he ran from the room. Velvet gave a giggle, then shuddered as she imagined how sweaty he was going to get running in latex.
Out In the streets, Rumble ignored the strange looks he was getting from ponies as he passed them, and had briefly wondered what was squeaking behind him, but he chose to pay it no mind. Coming across the hospital entrance, the now panting pegasus pushed through the door and walked up to the reception desk. “Excuse me, which way to the… uh…”
The nurse seated behind the desk just gave a sigh, opening a large book in front of her. “What’s the pony you’re looking for called and why are they here?”
“Applebloom Apple, and she’s about to give birth.”
“Room thirty seven, maternity ward. Here.” The nurse handed Rumble a sheet of paper, which he raised up to see was a map, directing him to his destination. “Let’s hope you don’t get lost. A mare who is foaling without her stallion can get quite aggressive.”
“Thank you.” Knowing it would be dangerous to run through the corridors, Rumble settled on a fast walk. The squeaking continued to follow him, and he thought about checking the bottom of his shoe in case he had stepped in something, but he decided it could wait, not taking notice of the stares being directed his way. After several minutes of walking, he finally came across the maternity ward, fortunately right opposite room thirty seven. He walked over and knocked on the door, another nurse opening it up. “Uh... hi. My name’s Rumble. Is Applebloom in here?”
“An’ where in the damn hay have you been?” Rumble was about to answer, but a pained gasp from the mare on the bed cut off his words before they began. “Nevermind, jus’ get over ‘ere!” Rumbled complied instantly, knowing it would be fruitless to argue with her, so he entered the room and approached her, taking her hand in his; something he instantly regretted as she clamped down on it.
Not caring about his comfort at all, a nurse shifted him so that he wasn’t in the way, Rumble using his free hand to brush aside the strands of Apple Bloom’s mane that had fallen into her face. The tightness on his hand eased up, Apple Bloom’s pained expression doing the same, until she was just panting for air between contractions.
“Sorry I wasn’t here sooner,” Rumble said, leaning in to softly kiss her. As he pulled away, she drew in a sharp breath and clamped down on his hand again, scrunching her eyes shut. They shot open again a few moments later as she let out a pained cry, Rumble instantly turning to the doctor with worry in his eyes, but the unicorn stallion looking between his mare’s leg said nothing.
And so the cycle continued, the gaps between Apple Bloom’s cries getting shorter and shorter, until with one massive push encouraged by the doctor, she fell back to the mattress as a nurse began to clean her up, removing the waterproof sheet from under her when she had finished. Wearily looking down her body, a smile came to Apple Bloom’s face when she saw the bundle in one of the nurse’s arms, being gently rubbed down. The nurse approached, passing the bundle to Apple Bloom with great care, who with Rumble’s help sat up and accepted the package into her arms, slowly opening the blanket to reveal the contents.
The coat was the same colour as hers, and the mane just a shade lighter than Rumble’s, with the tip of a wing poking over the shoulder. Rumble leaned over for a better view, doing nothing to stop the tears from falling as he looked upon his foal, then to the exhausted mare next to him. Apple Bloom scooted over so there was room for him to sit down, and she found it amusing how his arms shook as she passed their child over, turning around when the doctor waved for her attention.
“Congratulations, you have a healthy pegasus filly. Have you chosen a name for her?”
Just as she was about to inform him of their choice, the filly, having sensed her mother nearby, turned her head and placed her mouth against Apple Bloom’s breast. This unsettled the mare a little, but one of the nurses noticed and came over. As she gave Apple Bloom the basics of breastfeeding, Rumble turned to the doctor with a smile. “Her name is Amber Delicious.”
Giving a nod, the doctor turned back to his paperwork, whilst the nurse helped Apple Bloom into a sitting position, the mare lifting her hospital gown. As she pulled her close to her breast, the filly immediately latched on and began to suckle and the staff vacated the room. With the newly named filly happy to feed, Apple Bloom leant into the pillows and closed her eyes, but opened one when she felt Rumble sit next to her, along with a squeak. Reaching over with her free hand, she lifted his shirt up, coming face to face with pink latex. “Rumble… why are ya still wearin’ that stuff?”
“Huh? What stuff?” It was then the young stallion understood why it had seemed so hot in the room and why he was sweating so much. Getting up from the bed, Rumble checked the corridor was clear then closed the door, hoping he’d have plenty of time. He had to endure Apple Bloom’s giggles as he stripped off, revealing the hidden outfit underneath, but he simply turned around and began to unlace the corset. “I guess I forgot to take it all off when I was told it was time.”
Apple Bloom just shook her head and closed her eyes again, shuddering when she heard her stallion pull the corset free with a wet squelching noise and a groan of happiness, and she felt him sit on the bed, no doubt to remove the stockings on his legs. A moment later he was back next to her, clad in his pants and shirt once more, just as Amber Delicious finished her meal and let out a colossal yawn. Rolling over slightly, Apple Bloom placed the filly in the little valley between her and Rumble, leaning over to kiss her stallion softly.
Rumble reached a hand up and began to stroke Apple Bloom’s rather unkempt mane, an action that had the mare drifting off to slumber as she stared into his eyes. Thankfully, the hospital had healed most of the ponies injured during last week’s attack, save a few, which meant they could give Apple Bloom the time she needed to rest. But the one nurse who did poke her head in to check and found all three ponies sleeping at least had the decency not to mention to her colleagues the nature of the outfit on the floor, even going as far as to bag it up just to be on the safe side.
Author's Note
Yadda yadda yadda something about aplogising for taking so long blah blah blah...
...next chapter's actually got some decent head way...
...and some decent head.
Non Escape Artists 2: Who Wants To Break Free?!
Two weeks later…
After one of the best Equestria Games in several decades, it was time for those visiting the city of Manehatten to return to their own homes. Apple Bloom and Rumble took the offer of an airship back to Ponyville with their newborn foal, whilst Spike and Sweetie Belle opted to stay a few more days, until they had to return to Canterlot due to the fact they had jobs to get back to.
They hadn’t had much time together, for during their break the library had a shipment of books from Neighpon, which saw the drake working late, and Sweetie Belle was normally asleep by the time he arrived home. Today, however, was different, for Spike had closed the library early, informed Celestia that he’d see her later since she invited the couple to dinner, and left for the afternoon.
There was a reason for his rushing, as he had seen the box by the door on his way out that morning, still sealed and adorned simply by two crossed whips; it was the same as the sign hanging outside The Crop. Hurrying his way through the city streets, Spike soon arrived at his home, taking the moment to catch his breath and make sure he was there first. With no sign of his wife’s arrival, Spike walked up to the door and unlocked it, entering the building.
He instantly grabbed the box and took it into his study, where he opened the package and raised an eyebrow at the contents; a burgundy latex catsuit with two purple stripes down either side. “This isn’t new… Sweets has several catsuits already. Why would she get anoth…” Spike trailed off when he pulled it out, feeling two heavier parts inside. Finding the opening, he gently pulled it apart and looked down at the crotch, a grin coming to his face as he saw what was placed there. “Heh… she’ll love this.”
Opening his drawer, Spike pulled out two bottles, coating the inside of the catsuit with talcum powder, but wiping it away from the crotch area, then poured clear liquid from the other container there instead. Looking at the clock, he noticed he only had a few minutes, quickly rushing up to his room and grabbing something off of the wall above the headboard of his bed; a baby pink collar, whose deep blue twin remained in the bedroom as the dragon returned downstairs.
He made it just in time too, for as he went to head back into his study, the door opened and Sweetie Belle walked in, wearing a flowing yellow summer dress with matching high heeled sandals. “Good afternoon, darling. And what are you doing here so early?” she asked curiously, glancing around and noticing the lack of parcel from the lobby.
Instead of answering, Spike motioned for her to approach, and seeing no reason to object, she did so. Their lips met in a soft but passionate kiss, and it was then Sweetie Belle noticed his hands had remained behind his back instead of embracing her, but she reacted too late, the drake grabbing her by the waist and slapping the collar around her neck, buckling it up so that it would leave a mark in her fur, but not interfere with her breathing; just how she liked it..
“I have something for you to test,” Spike said, leaning down and nibbling on an exposed part of her neck, making the mare squirm. “Come, into my study.” Although she would have followed him willingly, Spike still put his finger through the d-ring on the collar and pulled her along. When they entered the room, he stood her in the middle and returned to his desk. “Strip.”
The word was harsh and lacking in love, but Sweetie Belle reveled in the tone of his voice, knowing that the soft side was still there and it would come out should things go too far, but for now he was her master, so she did as she was told. After taking her dress and underwear off and setting them on a nearby chair, she looked back to her husband to see him holding a latex catsuit with a large grin on his face. “Master?”
“You’ll see. Sandals, now.” Spike stood patiently as the unicorn slowly unbuckled them and slid them forwards, a slight giggle escaping her lips as she knew the action drove him wild; a quick glance at his crotch and she saw the tight bulge threatening to rip his pants open.
Kneeling down, Spike held the catsuit steady as Sweetie Belle stepped into it, using his shoulders as support, then began to roll it up her body. With the powder already in there it easily slipped up her legs, Spike licking his lips in anticipation as he reached her thighs, standing up so that the next part was easier.
Sweetie Belle’s eyes shot open and she gasped as she felt two hard shafts probing at her holes, but they soon found their marks and slipped in, pushing deeper as Spike pulled the suit up. The drake stepped behind her so he could help her into the upper half, which was much easier now that the legs were done, the zip being done up a moment later.
Every little twitch from the mare sent shivers down her spine, but she grew confused as Spike unbuckled her collar, only to notice the hood hanging in front of her. It wasn’t the first time she had a hood over her head, but as it came up, she noticed there was something different about it. She realised what it was pretty quickly, due the the fact there were no holes for her eyes, and that a large ball was on the inside, which forced its way into her mouth as Spike pulled the hood tight before lacing it up.
Once he was done, he used the excess from the laces to tie the zipper in place, covering the knot with her collar as he bucked it up once more. Reaching for her tail, which poked out of a hole in the suit, Spike gave it a tug and slapped her ass, making her jolt forward a little. This, of course, made the shafts deep inside of her to move around, leading to muffled moans filling the room.
Knowing safety was the most important thing, Spike stepped in front of Sweetie Belle and breathed a sigh of relief, the air holes for her nostrils in the perfect position. Reaching up, he gently pinched her nose, but the mare just stood there. Spike watched the clock, impressed that over two minutes went by before he felt Sweetie Belle tap at his arm, and he instantly removed his hand, the mare’s chest heaving as she drew in as much air as she could whilst giving a muffled groan; they had begun exploring breath play, but not that often.
Looking down his mare’s body, Spike could only appreciate the way the catsuit accentuated her natural shape, and that is when he noticed the two pumps hanging from below her crotch. Giving a chuckle, he took one in each hand, taking note of which one went where.
Ignoring the one in his right hand, Spike gave the one in his left hand a firm squeeze, Sweetie Belle tensing up as the plug began to expand. Remembering the point they stopped last time they used an inflatable plug, Spike mentally counted the increases he made, giving a low whistle as Sweetie Belle not only passed her previous limit, but took four more pumps before a grunt sounded from under her hood, her head shaking.
Spike, instead of adding more, let out a little air to take some of the pressure off, but not too much. then he dropped the pump. Squeezing his other hand, Spike kept going until he started to meet resistance, leaving it there. He pulled the ends of the pumps free, no air escaping the tubes, but the twin shafts now completely filling Sweetie Belle’s holes and they couldn’t be deflated without the pumps.
Spotting smaller tubes making bumps around the wrist portions, Spike attached a pump and gently squeezed, watching as the latex glove began to bloom into a ball shape. With a grin on his face the drake kept going, until both hands were rendered useless by the inflated gloves. He stepped away, watching as Sweetie Belle ineffectively pawed at her crotch, groans of frustration emitting from her as she failed to achieve her goal… whatever that was.
Even though the study was not their playroom, the couple stored some of their toys in every room around the house, just in case, like now, something happened at the spur of the moment. Which is why Spike reached into his desk, pulled some out, and walked over to his mare. With her hands rendered useless, he felt little need for padlocks, so simply used cuffs with buckles around her wrists and ankles.
He didn’t attach them to each other however, stepping closer and wrapping a leather belt around her waist, with a Y shaped strap dangling down behind her. Reaching between her legs, Spike made Sweetie moan as he pressed the toys deeper, pulling the strap through. Right in the seat of the Y he placed the head of a powerful vibrator, buckling it tightly in place. He then used a couple of double ended snap clips to attach her wrists to the belt, keeping her hands at the side of her waist, and another snap to bind her ankles, but allowing her some movement.
After attaching a long leash to the collar, Spike left Sweetie Belle to her torture and returned to his desk, looking to see what else the box held, giving a low whistle. “I wonder how this goes on,” he said as he lifted out part of a mask, this one allowing the mouth to be shown, but still gagging them, with a ring this time. “Oh, I see. A zip runs around it.”
Pulling on the leash, Spike guided Sweetie over to him, where he lowered her to her knees. Looking at the portion of the hood that covered her muzzle, Spike found the rather small zip and undid it, a loud gasp filling the room as the ball popped free. “M-Master, I like this one.”
“I know you do, now open wide.” When Sweetie complied, Spike slotted the ring behind her teeth and attached it to the rest of the hood, watching as his mare’s tongue ran around the inside of it. After taking a couple of moments to clear his desk, Spike lifted Sweetie Belle up and lay her down on her front, standing in front of her. “You’ve been very good, I think it’s time for a reward.”
With one hand he took hold of Sweetie’s latex-encased horn and tilted her head back as far as it could go, the other working to loosen his pants. Once his member was free, Spike stepped a little closer, placing his tip just inside the ring. As soon as Sweetie felt the insertion, she pushed her head forward and took his entire length in her mouth, sliding her tongue along the underside.
After slowly drawing his hips back, Spike thrust forwards hard and fast, using Sweetie’s horn to pull her head towards him. There were wet slurping sounds along with gagging from the mare as he roughly fucked her mouth, along with moans of pleasure from the forced stimulation, her legs and arms straining against their bonds.
Given the fact there hadn’t been much time for intimacy between them, it was no surprise when Spike placed both of his hands around the back of Sweetie’s head and pulled her torwards him as he pushed as deep as he could go. Warm sticky liquid exploded into Sweetie’s mouth, strong pulses of thick ropey cum hitting the back of her throat, followed by her powerful muscles there sucking it all down and milking her husband for all they could.
After an intense orgasm that left his cock twitching, Spike pulled out and slumped to his chair, breathing heavily. With a shaky hand he reached up and unzipped the gag from the hood, Sweetie licking the last of her husband’s seed from her lips as soon as it was removed.. Thier lips met in several passionate but soft kisses, tongues playfully wrestling with each other. When he pulled away, Spike looked at the clock and sighed. “I forgot to say, Tia invited us to dinner tonight. We have a few hours yet though.”
“That’s okay, darling, you start getting ready.” Spike gave Sweetie one more gentle kiss, then stood up and began to walk away, but his wife’s voice, sultrily laden, bid him pause. “Oh Spike? Do me a favour would you? Restrain me a bit better and put the ballgag back in.”
The drake gave a deep chuckle, returning to his mare and helping her from the table, unbuckling her ankle cuffs and belt, using the double ended snap lock to bind her hands behind her back. He then slipped the ballgag back in and zipped it up, throwing the mare over his shoulder, muffled giggles filling his ear as he went upstairs.
With her vision restricted, Sweetie didn’t know where she was being taken until she was gently set down on a bed, the familiar feeling of her super-soft mattress all around her. As to her request, she found her arms were soon bound tightly in an armbinder, and her legs were folded upon each other and secured with a couple of straps. The vibrations, which she hadn’t noticed had been shut off, returned thricefold, making her squirm and moan as they traveled through the shafts deep inside of her.
The result was one latex-encased, shaft and gag-filled bound unicorn mare rolling around on her bed as the forced pleasure pushed her to the edge over and over whilst her husband was busy having a shower.
Giving a sigh, a tired elderly mare closed the file before her, another couple who had changed their minds, a small smile coming to her face as the ringing of the front doorbell gave her a well timed distraction. Groaning as she stood up, the mare made her way out from her office and down the halls, taking her time to peek into each room that housed her wards, some reading, most playing.
Each and every one were accounted for, so she walked down to the ground floor and opened the door. Her eyes went wide as the mare and stallion whose details were held within one of the files she had been looking over across the afternoon were stood in front of her, with four younger ponies behind them.
“Hello again, please come in.” She stepped back from the door and allowed them entry, then closed it after all six had entered, looking at the two elder ponies. “So, just to clarify, is it Mr and Mrs Apple or Mr and Mrs Lulamoon?”
Turning around with a giggle, Trixie handed the mare a single sheet of paper, then took Braeburn’s hand and gave it a squeeze. With a nod of her head the mare gave the sheet back and motioned them to follow, leading the six ponies into a side room.
“Would any of you care for refreshments?”
“Some tea, please.” Trixie and Braeburn took the two chairs on one side of the desk, whilst Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, Snips, and Snails took to the couches at the side of the room, and the mare followed them in a few moments later, moving behind the desk and locking eyes with Trixie. “So, is everything sorted?”
“Yes, but there’s one thing I would like to be sure of, for my own personal assurances. These foals have been in my care for a few years after all. Being a magician, you’ll travel around the country a bit, I presume. Would the foals travel with you?”
“Actually, I have a nearly permanent slot in Canterlot. I just do extra gigs in big cities during the off season, mostly for fun.” Whilst Trixie was speaking, the mare gathered several sheets of paper together and began to fill them in. The door opened and one of the orphanage staff walked in, carrying a tray of drinks, with two foals peering around the door frame; one colt and one filly. Trixie smiled over at them, causing the pair to hide from her sight. “They seem a little skittish compared to last time we were here.”
“You’re the only ones who have shown an interest in these two. You know why they’ve been passed up, he’s mute and she’s deaf. Shadow Mist, come in here please, and bring Cloud Shade.” The two foals slowly entered, looking around nervously as they walked over to the desk, stepping around it to stand next to the mare.
The stallion that had just entered moved around the room, passing cups around to the gathered ponies. To the continued fascination of Trixie’s four assistants, the mare began to gesticulate, the foals’ ears twitching as they watched with interest.
Once she was finished, they turned and faced one another, wings flapping slowly. A small smile of amusement came to Trixie as the foals’ wings became blurs of motion, their own private language she and Braeburn had observed the first time they met them, and it didn’t take long for them to finish.
The filly turned back to the mare as the colt walked over to the waiting attendant and gave a tug on his hand, pulling him from the room. Trixie drank her tea and watched as the filly signed to the mare, trying to catch what was being ‘said’; Trixie had been learning, but she still had a long way to go to understand sign language like her husband did. A glance at him revealed a poker face that even Discord would be proud of.
The room was silent as the filly and mare ‘talked’ to each other for a few moments, but then the door was opened once more, and Trixie felt tears building in her eyes; the colt and stallion had returned, two very hastily packed bags awaiting in the doorway. The colt walked in front of Trixie and stared up at her, then moved his hands in a few slow gestures. She caught a few words, but not enough to understand, and she looked towards Braeburn, who was watching with a grin.
“‘e said they’re ready to go now.”
Trixie found herself breathless, a dream she never thought she would make reality coming true. There was a sudden blur as Trixie shot forward and wrapped her arms around the colt, pulling him tightly against her chest.
The filly walked around in front of Braeburn, staring up at him with arms outstretched, the stallion giving her the embrace she asked for. The mare sitting opposite smiled and nodded to the stallion waiting by the bags, who left the room.
“I hate to break up the moment, but there is one more thing I need from the both of you.” She slid one sheet of paper across the desk along with a pen, Braeburn signing it, then prying one of Trixie’s arms free from the colt so she could sign it too. Once she did, the mare took it back and gave it a read over. “Well, you are now the legal parents of Shadow Mist and Cloud Shade.”
Giving a happy smile, Trixie stood from her seat, giving a gasp when Shadow and Cloud took a hand each, ready to go with her. Braeburn collected the luggage, and the small group made their way from the orphanage towards the city.
The mare and stallion watched them go, then closed the door and checked in on the other foals.
“Do you think there’s somepony out there for the others?”
The mare smiled as she watched the ten remaining ponies playing in a large group. “There’s always somepony out there. It’s just a matter of time before they come.”
With the summer sun beating down over Ponyville, it was no surprise for one heading to the local swimming pool would have found it overcrowded by foals, which is why two mares had instead decided to use one of the outlying natural pools, just upstream from a cottage on the outskirts of town.
Pinkie Pie was jumping into the deep area of the pool from off a moderately high rock, swimming to the shore, getting out and then going again. In stark contrast to the bubbly mare, Fluttershy simply lay on her back in the shallows, her eyes closed as she hummed happily. One of her hands was brushing at the silver necklace she was wearing, its twin adorning the other mare present; whilst Boreal Spear had presented Rainbow Dash with a more modern wedding ring, Arctic Halberd had opted to keep with Pegasopolian traditions.
Thoughts of her husband to be were torn from Fluttershy’s mind as she felt hands grip around her ankles a moment before she was pulled into the water, the pegasus barely having time to let out a surprised squeak. When she did surface again, she found the top half of the bikini she was wearing to be loose, and upon looking down found it had instead been removed.
“Gonna have to catch me if you want it back!” came Pinkie’s voice, Fluttershy turning to find her marefriend had already crossed to the other side of the pool. As fortune would have it, Fluttershy was actually a better swimmer, taking a deep breath and then ducking under the water, heading for her target.
Through the crystal clear surface, Pinkie could see Fluttershy’s every move, but she didn’t try to get away, mesmerized by the pegasus’ graceful swimming. It wasn’t until Fluttershy broke the surface with a shower of water did Pinkie react, but it wasn’t in time to stop Fluttershy wrapping her arms around her. Thier lips met in a passionate kiss, during which time Fluttershy’s graceful fingers danced across Pinkie’s body.
When they broke apart, she gave Pinkie a demure smile, then pushed herself backwards, holding up her arms; in one hand was Pinkie’s bikini top, and in the other was her bottoms. An uncharacteristic blush came to Pinkie, who was about to give chase when the sound of a voice being cleared from the shore drew their attention.
Upon looking over, they saw Halberd and Zocha, with a bound and hooded stallion sat in front of them. “It is time,” he said, pushing the stallion over as his two mares not only returned each other’s clothing but also wrapped towels around themselves. As they got out of the water, Halberd removed the stallion’s hood, revealing the surviving assassin from Manehattan. Halberd then released him from his bonds, including the collar with spikes on the inside. “Do not try anything, or I will snap your neck like a twig.”
The stallion just gave a small nod, turning as Fluttershy approached him. He was shocked when she knelt down, using a cold wet cloth to bathe his wounds, and a glance behind him showed his captor had backed off a little.
“You know,” Fluttershy began, not looking into his eyes. “This town is where Scootaloo is from. Could you imagine what would happen to you if they found out you were nearby?” She let the idea sink in, a small smirk coming to her face as she saw the small signs of fear show. “There’s a path, that leads around town and right to the train station. We’d give you the bits for a journey anywhere in Equestria. All we need,” Fluttershy paused to look him in the eye, seeing nothing but exhaustion and pain, and she did her best to ignore it. “Is a name.”
The stallion swallowed, then tried to speak, but he just began coughing violently instead. Fluttershy waited for him to stop, then offered him a drink, making sure he sipped it down. Once he was done, he took a deep breath and looked at the ground. “I... I don’t know the name,” he said, Fluttershy giving a disappointed sigh. “But I do know this; she was a powerful politician until Scootaloo came along.”
Fluttershy looked towards Halberd, who just gave a nod and turned to speak to Zocha. Finishing her work, Fluttershy reached for a bag which had been left by Halberd and pulled out some clothes, handing them to the stallion. “Can you walk?” she asked as he dressed, getting a shrug in return. “In that bag is six hundred bits. If a day comes where we cross paths again, it will be your last, Understood?”
“Yeah... Yeah, I understand.” Fluttershy helped him stand, then pointed towards a path that led into the trees. After giving a glance around to make sure he wasn’t going to be caught again, he started limping his way over, ignoring the pain of two legs whose broken bones had been improperly set.
As he left, the only stallion present moved closer to the pegasus mare, standing just behind her. "Fluttershy, that path is the wrong way," Halberd said quietly, watching the stallion slowly walk into the trees. “And we can’t let him leave...”
"Oh, I know. It's a problem we'll have to deal with la..." The mare was interrupted by a growl followed by a scream, then silence. Fluttershy gave a giggle, turning back to the pool. "Problem solved."
"Remind me not to make you angry."
“Oh, Halberd,” Fluttershy said, getting her stallion’s full attention as she stripped back down to her bikini. “Be a dear and fetch our bits back will you?” Halberd shook his head, but still started his trek towards the forest, a grim smirk playing at his face. I’d have rather done it myself... but at least we have the one responsible...
Author's Note
For this last scene, Ominous Brony can take the blame.
I asked him if there should be some HalShyPie clop, he said no, and this was born.
Non Escape Artists 2: Who Wants To Break Free?!
Although he had mostly healed up in the past few weeks, Blueblood still winced a little as he slipped his right arm into his best jacket. He’d been out of commission for too long, and was very close to ignoring medical advice and returning to work... but there was one pony who couldn’t escape from.
“Does it hurt again?” came a mare’s voice, Rarity stepping out from the bathroom with a towel around her body, and her mane hanging straight down. Normally she’d go over to her partner and give him a massage, but considering what they had planned for the evening, chose not to in case of ruining his freshly ironed dress jacket. “You could take that stronger medicine.”
“Those pills leave me like a colt on his first half a mug of Sweet Apple Acres Cider,” Blueblood retorted, buttoning up his jacket. He looked himself over in the full length mirror on the wall, nodding in satisfaction. “And with who we’re going to dinner with, I’d rather have full control of my mind.”
Rolling her eyes, Rarity dried herself off then began to dress. She made sure to do it where Blueblood would see her in the mirror, knowing that it would drive him wild and make him want to ravish her. A matching set of black bra, panties, and suspender belt, with pink floral designs went on first, followed by a pair of black back seamed stockings; this was the part she really loved, running her hands over her legs to make sure the seams at the back were straight, knowing he’d rather be doing it himself.
Before she slipped into her dress, Rarity sat in front of the vanity on the opposite side of the room and applied her usual makeup, but added a light pink lipstick too. She also changed her mane style completely, leaving it curled only at the ends, and covering one eye. Once satisfied with her appearing, on went her dress, knee length, black with sequins, and a split up one thigh where she could show her stocking top off. Finally, her feet slipped into a pair of heels and she stood, looking to the stallion in the room. “Well?”
“...well your dad might not kill us for being late when he sees how beautiful you look,” Blueblood said with a roll of his eyes, pointing to the clock. It read ten minutes to eight, at which time the table was booked for, and it was a twenty minute walk to the restaurant in sensible footwear, let alone what his mare had chosen. “Luckily, I anticipated this.”
Offering an arm, which was readily taken, Blueblood escorted his mare from his apartment to the streets below; though he could have remained at the castle, after what happened in Manehattan, he chose to relocate for safety. When they stepped out the street was clear, saving for a steady clip-clop from around the corner.
“Blueblood, do I hear...”
“...a carriage pulled by our distant cousins, which are found in the far reaches of the world? Maybe you do.” As soon as he said this, the carriage rounded the corner. Though created with splendour in mind, that was not what had captured the mare’s attention.
What had was how it was being powered. There were four of them, their heads the same shape of a pony’s though much larger, the creatures quadrupeds, and unlike Rarity and Blueblood who had evolved feet thousands of years ago, still had hooves. “...if Twilight were here now, she’d go crazy and want to study them,” Rarity whispered, more to herself than anypony else.
“Actually, she has studied them,” Blueblood said with a chuckle. Stepping over to the carriage, he opened the door and helped Rarity in, then climber up next to her, nodding to the driver. “She even went as far as to name them, but you’d have to ask her, I’ve long since forgotten.”
Rarity just nodded, leaning against her stallion as she stared at the four creatures in front of her, trotting along and paying no heed to the few ponies that were in the streets staring as the passed. The unicorn wondered if these creatures, no, she reminded herself, use their name ,if these horses were simple beasts, or if they had any concept of self.
She was so absorbed in watching the four that she barely noticed they had stopped, if not for Blueblood standing and getting out of the carriage, offering her his hand. She took it off course, and as soon as they were down the carriage was gone once more. “How in Equestria did you arrange that?”
“I am royalty, Rarity,’ Blueblood said with a shake of his head, taking her arm again and guiding her into the establishment outside which they had arrived. Though there was a queue, nopony said anything as the unicorn couple walked by, and they didn’t even need to wait for an usher as Blueblood had booked his usual, and private, booth. “Here we are,” he said to his mare, then swallowed somewhat nervously. “...and here are our guests.”
Pulling away from Blueblood, Rarity greeted the other stallion who stood with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then did the same to a mare just behind him. The stallion stepped forward, displaying a not so friendly face towards Blueblood.
“Good evening, Magnum,” Blueblood said, offering his hand. Though he had been briefly introduced several months ago at Spike and Sweetie Belle’s wedding, the prince hadn’t formally been introduced to Rarity’s parents... which was what tonight was all about.
“Oh stop being a foal and shake his hand, Mag,” came the voice of the other mare, who pushed her way passed Rarity’s father to hug Blueblood and kiss his cheek, an act that was promptly returned. “Don’t mind grump there,” Garden Wishes said, rolling her eyes. “He’s been cranky as he couldn’t get a decent night’s sleep on that new airship. Too loud, apparently. Ha!”
Magnum just grumbled and shook Blueblood’s hand, the four of them then sitting around the table, though the prince was a little concerned about the seating arrangement; he found himself next to Rarity, which was fine, but they were blocked, he by her mother and she by her father.
Blueblood felt like a colt out on his first date with a filly again, waiting to hear Rarity’s father ask what his intentions towards his daughter were. If only he knew what had already happened between them...
Pulling the laces tight, Silver Spoon tied them off, then stepped back with a giggle, looking over her friend. Taking a breath as deep as her corset would allow, Diamond Tiara turned to a mirror and smiled. “Perfect, we really look the part now.”
“We certainly do,” Silver said, running her hand over her latex covered arm. Both mares were dressed in full body rubber catsuits, which covered everything except the head; Silver in bright pink and Diamond in baby blue. Both had leather corsets wrapped around their waists and knee high, high heeled boots on. “Shall we go see how our colts are doing?”
The two young mares stepped out of the room, which Silver shared with Snips, and into the one between theirs and the room Diamond shared with Snails; their playroom. There were two other ponies in the room, both bound, gagged, and locked into tight chastity cages.
Giving a giggle, Silver walked over to a table, which Snips was tied down to tightly by thick leather straps, running her hand over his chest, the coldness of the latex making him whimper. Her other hand went lower, to his crotch, where the cage kept his stallionhood secure, and gave it a wiggle. “Comfortable?” the young mare asked.
All she got in response was a groan as Snips tried to wiggle away, but he could only squirm as Silver had almost completely immobilised him with the straps. He panted around the gag as she climbed above him, straddling his bare chest. “Such an obedient colt, aren’t you?”
Snips nodded rapidly, not sure exactly what Silver had planned for him, and slightly afraid due to the golden ring around his horn blocking his magic, a similar one on his friend. There was a built in failsafe though, allowing him to use a specific spell that would count as their safeword/action. All the unicorn wanted at the end of the day... was for the cage to be removed.
Silver picked up a long black object with a glass orb on the end, a cable coming from the other. “Remember that prank you two played on us, with our alarm clocks?” Silver asked, Snips immediately recalling what she was on about. “I think it’s payback time.” Snips shook his head and thrashed about as much as his bonds would allow, but that didn’t stop the glass from touching his chest, and the moment it did so...
“MMMPPPHHHH!!!!” ...a low power electrical charge shot though his body. Silver, isolated thanks to her catsuit, climbed from her coltfriend’s lap and started to touch his body all over with it, each shock causing the unicorn to let out a muffled scream, one mixed with low pain and high pleasure.
Toes and fingers curled at each shock, his eyes rolling shut as drool leaked past the gag. That wasn’t the only liquid coming from his body, a shiver running through him as he felt a tongue lick up the pre cum leaking from the hole at the end of his cage, then his body went rigid and he let out a as loud scream as his gag allowed, for the torture device had been placed close enough to his balls to hit him. After a few moments of thrashing about in his bonds, Snips managed to turn his head a little, trying to see what fate had befallen his friend.
After separating from Silver Spoon, Diamond Tiara had walked over to where Snails was strapped to a slowly spinning vertical wheel, black ropes digging into his off-yellow fur. Diamond placed her finger tip on his chest, getting a small whimper as Snails felt the pressure from her. “Hello, you naughty colt.”
“Helphoph, miphtrephh,” came his muffled reply, followed by a grunt as the wheel was stopped with his head at the highest point. A few moments later and the ropes restraining him were removed, and as much as he wanted to rub at the points where they had been digging in, he instead immediately dropped to his hands and knees, crawling after Diamond as she walked away.
“Up here, please,” she half asked, half instructed, opening the top half of a set of stocks. Snails followed her orders right away, laying his neck and wrists in the lower half cutouts, waiting for the lid to be shut and locked. Hanging from the wood, on the side where he could see, were several impact implements, and he winced a little as Diamond picked up a cane. “Is there a problem?”
“Noph, miphtreph.” The answer got a kiss on the nose, though the cane wasn’t put back, like he was secretly hoping it would be. Instead he keep his breathing level as Diamond walked mostly out of his sight, Snails being able to see the bottom of her boots if he looked straight down.
Nothing happened for a moment, then came the first strike, causing him to grunt as it was fairly soft compared to other spankings he’d received. That didn’t last long, of course, as with each hit of twenty, Diamond increased the strength behind them.
Every grunt, moan, and the odd muffled scream that Diamond’s punishment elicited from Snails just spurred her on, the mare closing her thighs as she felt herself getting wet. The caning went on until there were a good dozen red lines on Snail’s rump, a few of them raised. Diamond ran her latex covered hand over them, causing the stallion to whimper slightly. “You took your punishment well, but we’re not done yet.”
A small stand was wheeled in front of him, where he was forced to watch as several candles were lit, his eyes going wide. He started to thrash about in the stocks, making them wobble but with no chance of breaking; they were made by a certain handymare who lived on a farm in Ponyville, who had tested their effectiveness with help from her brother, and even he couldn’t escape.
Watching from a door that led into the main area of the house, another unicorn looked on with a smile, rubbing the tag that hung down from her own collar. She glanced at it briefly, a tear coming to her eye as the red apple stared back at her, then gasped as a pair of arms were wrapped around her from behind.
“An’ just what are you doing, spying on them four?” Braeburn asked, kissing the back of his wife’s neck, pulling her away from the door and closing it. “Our kids are still up, an’ the last thing we want ‘em seeing at this age is that part of our lives.”
“Sorry... master,” Trixie said, turning around to kiss her husband deeply. They had already explained to the twins why she wore a collar with Braeburn’s cutie mark as a tag, but had simply said it was an alternative to wedding rings, though they had them too. “Is there anything master requires of pet?”
Shaking his head with a smirk, Braeburn gave her a light spanking, which got a quiet yelp followed by a needy moan. “Ain’t nothin’ yet, ‘cept stop calling me that when Shadow an’ Cloud are still up. Fer now, let’s go join ‘em. A little while longer, then we gotta get t’ sleep if we’re gonna make it to Ponyville early.”
Trixie nodded and kissed him again, before turning and heading into the lounge, flicking her tail over his muzzle and swaying her hips seductively as she went. Taking a few moments to calm both his mind and body, Braeburn followed, sitting with his family in front of the fire in the lounge, Trixie moving into his lap as the two foals read, oblivious to the conversation that had just taken place... nor what was going on in the extremely well sound proofed room.
Sitting on one of the many hay bales strewn across one of the furthest away fields, an earth pony mare swung her feet idly, looking up at the stars above. They were especially bright tonight, and the usual two in the eastern area were joined by a third, which brought a few tears to the mare’s eyes.
She sat up, looking over Sweet Apple Acres, and sighed deeply. “...Ah still can’t believe yer gone. Ah mean, Ah knew it was gonna happen’ but Ah was hopin’ for a bit more time,” Applebloom said to herself, looking back towards the barn, where her friends and family were located. “Ah’m jus’ glad ya got to hold Amber a few times.”
There was a gust of wind which swept around her, strange due to the fact it’d been a very calm evening with no breeze at all, so she took it as the only sign she could right then, sniffling a little. She felt another gust, but this one was more powerful, and it was followed by somepony setting foot on the hay. “Applebloom?”
Wiping her cheeks, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at her coltfriend, who was holding their foal in his arms. “She started to get restless,” Rumble said as he sat down next to the mare, who immediately leant against the young stallion’s side. Silence fell over the trio, even little Amber, whose eyes stared up at the sky, just like her mother was doing moments before.
“‘ow do we go on?” The sudden question from Applebloom surprised Rumble, who had seen a few ponies pass, but none he was as close to as she was to her granny. He looked at her and could see she wasn’t finished, so let her talk. “Ah don’t really remember my parents, can barely see their faces it it weren’t for photos in the farm.”
She heaved a deep sigh, drawing her gaze from the sky above to look Rumble in the eye, her own red and puffy. “But Ah never felt like this when a relative passed, so why am Ah feelin’ different with it being granny?”
“That’s simple,” Rumble replied, his free hand coming up to wipe away the tears that had started to fall. “She was the closest thing to a mother you had growing up. She taught you everything she could, cared for you as well as she could And now... it feels like a big part of you has been ripped away, like you’re now incomplete. But that hole can be filled with something else.”
“What can fill a hole like that?” she asked incredulously, frowning at him. She knew he was speaking more from than just his heart, there was a somber experience to his voice.
“Memories. Fill that hole with the good times,” he said with a smile. “And the bad. It’s doesn’t matter which they fall in, keep them, for even the bad means you remember them.” Applebloom silent nodded at him, opened her mouth and went to speak, then closed it again. She wanted to ask about a subject they hadn’t bridged yet. But now wasn’t the time. “My parents?”
That comment caught her off guard, and all she managed was to nod again and mutter “Uh huh.”
“I didn’t know for years until I shouted the house down for Thunderlane to tell me.” the young stallion said with a regretful sigh. “Kinda wished I hadn’t. They were spies for Equestria, they got sloppy in another land, and... well spies are all about manipulation. Not saying my parents couldn’t fight, I got to see their service record, but... this was fight they didn’t win...”
Applebloom’s eyes went wide as she realised the death of his parents could have started an all out war with another country, but her thoughts were sidetracked as Rumble chuckled. “But in the end it doesn’t matter. What matters is I remember them for who they were, what they stood for, and that I remember they’ll always be in here,” he said as he placed a hand to his chest, then moved it to hers. “Just like Granny Smith will always be in here.”
She placed her own hand over his then moved it to his chest, smiling for the first time since the news of Granny Smith’s passing had reached her. “Dumb colt,” she said with a smirk. “Makin’ me feel all better when Ah was moping.” She leaned forward and kissed Rumble softly. Causing Amber to giggle and lightly paw at their muzzles, Applebloom then leaning down to nuzzle and kiss her daughter. “An’ Ah should hope Ah pass some of those teachin’s down to you, sugarcube.” She looked over her shoulder, back towards the barn. “Ah guess we should go join everypony else now...”
“Nah,” Rumble replied, let’s go elsewhere. Applebloom followed his outstretched arm towards the trees, her eyes spotting what he was now pointing at, making her giggle. “What?”
“All right, let’s go spend the night in there,” she agreed, jumping down from the bale and taking Amber from Rumble as he followed, the young family making their way towards a well kept, familiar to the mare, treehouse.
Author's Note
Well... been sometime, hey guys? I'm sure you can see why that last scene took... too long for me to work on. A lot has changed in my life. Mainly finding myself a cute little mare.
Chapter 15 was started long ago, and it might be slow coming, but it IS coming...
...I might have to just start it again as I re-read the story and look for any plot points that still need to be resolved.
...hehehe. Plot.
