Band of Five Attributes (Re-Written)

The attic was illuminated by the sunlight shining through the window, and in the bed lay three unicorns all snoozing away, the middle one holding the other two in her front legs. Rekka groaned as he slept, then turned so his back faced Raki. He opened his eyes slowly, only to scrunch them shut as the sunlight hit them full-force, effectively blinding him for a moment.

He pulled a hoof over his face, and groaned as though his mother pestered him to get out of bed and go to school. The stallion didn’t want to get out of bed. He felt the foreleg that grasped him pry itself away from him, its owner mumbling in her sleep.

Rekka turned again, his face embedded into the mattress. One of his back legs dangled at the side of the bed, but he paid it no heed. The stallion tried to doze off again, and right when he attained that blissful state between waking and sleeping, he rolled off the bed and landed on his side.

“Ow…” The stallion murmured, sitting up on the floor after his collision. He shifted his legs so he could stand, shooting the bed who he was certain was mocking him a glance. Not far from where he lay had been last night’s condom, flattened and wrinkled, having served its purpose. A smile came onto his muzzle as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

His horn lit up, and the mass of rubber was encased in his magic. It levitated to him obediently, though he instantly noticed that, curiously, it was empty and hollow. He arched a brow at the anomaly. Shouldn’t there have been at least something inside of it? Rekka was certain he used it last night, unless pretty much everything was a vivid hallucination for him, which was a possibility. That in itself could very well explain it all, from his current form to his growing of a horn.

Rekka sighed, remembering he needed to change his bandages. Sure, they weren’t soaked in blood, but the wounds still needed to be cleaned to avoid infection. That, and the bandages were most likely soaked from the threesome last night, so they needed washing as soon as possible. Slowly, he made his way to the attic door, which had still stood open for some reason. The stallion kept his movements slow, hoping to avoid making any unneeded noises which could arouse the others in the house.

He sauntered down the stairs, stopping after the third step to look in the hallway. Much to his surprise, Kaguya had already been awake. She stood in the middle of the hall, before the fourth door to what would be his right if he finished the flight of stairs. That door had led into Tenmei’s room, and it stood ajar.

The white-pelted mare instantly noticed the stallion trying his best to creep down the stairs. Rekka hid the used condom behind his body, not wanting to cause trouble.

“And you were upstairs why?” Kaguya asked, bags hanging under her bloodshot eyes. Her mane was more or less a mass of hair that looked like a bird nested in it at some point sitting on the top of her head.

“I...uh…” Rekka stuttered, beginning to sweat a little bit. He was not sure what to tell the elder mare, especially considering that her appearance screamed ‘I failed to sleep last night.’

“Well?” Kaguya asked, eyes narrowing.

“I think I was sleepwalking last night…” Rekka said at last, blinking a few times.

“...Fair enough. Could you find Tenmei for me? He’s not in his room either.” Kaguya sighed, shambling to her room slower than a zombie that was missing a few legs. Her door closed, and then silence took precedence in the house.

“Tenmei’s...not in his room?” Rekka murmured, letting Kaguya’s request sink in for a moment or two. He finished descending the stairs, making his way towards the room of his aforementioned friend.

Sure enough, the room lacked Tenmei. His sheets were thrown off the bed, and his glasses and crossbow were perched on his side table. They hadn’t been disturbed at all; only the bed itself was a bit of a mess. Rekka couldn’t help but feel something was wrong with the entire scenario, but he had other matters to attend to for the moment. Perhaps Tenmei had slept-walked to the couch or table last night?

The young stallion let off another sigh and made his way to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him after entering. He changed his bandages swiftly, using his magic to do the work. It would’ve been more irksome for him to use his hooves. After that, he brushed his mane and tail, and then another smirk made itself known on his muzzle as he eyed the sink’s faucet.

He held the end of the condom to the faucet, though not close enough for the rubber to touch the metal. One knob was grasped in magic and turned, letting water fill the thing like a balloon.

However, something very quickly made itself apparent as the condom swelled with water: namely, a small stream of water shooting out the side, near where the head of a dong would be, like someone was spitting it out of their mouth in a style akin to the archer fish, albeit in a slim stream.

The faucet was turned off quickly, and all but a trace of the water drained out through that same stream from that one spot. Essentially, the would-be water balloon was empty again, just as it had been when the one who used it had hoisted it into the air.

Rekka’s eyes widened at the sight. He turned on the faucet again, this time manually. He waited until the yellow mass of rubber was swollen again before the faucet went off.

This yielded the same result as the first time he tried filling the damn thing up.

“Fucking hell…” Rekka murmured, sweat forming on his face as he stared at the rubber he was certain had mocked him at this point. He heard hoofsteps echo in the hall, and quickly reacted accordingly: he used his magic to wrap the mass of rubber in some toilet paper and threw it in the trash right as someone began to knock on the door.

“Anyone in there? I need to change my wrappings and preen my wings.” Said a masculine voice on the other side.

Rekka unlocked the door with his magic as soon as the voice finished speaking. “It’s open.” He answered, and the door flung open and Nagare walked right in, looking like he just woke up ill. He looked rather pale, and he too had bags under his eyes. Even some wing feathers stuck out of alignment here and there on his good wing, which was flared out a hefty bit.

“Okay,” The green stallion started, staring Rekka straight in the eye, “you look like you just woke up seeing a guard pointing a spear right in your face. Are you alright?”

“I am alright.” Rekka quickly lied, having calmed down enough to wipe the sweat from his brow with a hoof. “Just woke up to a cold sweat is all.”

Nagare almost immediately arched a brow. “Are you positive of that? I’m starting to think something’s afoot here.” He replied.

“Yeah. I’m positive.” Rekka said, nodding quickly.

“You done in here?” Nagare asked, brow still arched.

“Just about.” Rekka answered, quickly making his way out of the bathroom. He trotted downstairs and looked in the kitchen and living room, only to find that there was still no sign of Tenmei having been anywhere else. The dishes were undisturbed, nothing was taken from the fridge, even the cushions of the couch remained unfazed.

“And just how in hell am I gonna explain this to Kaguya, and the broken condom to Koto, exactly…?” Rekka murmured, keeping his voice low enough to avoid letting anyone else hear his words. His ears fell flat on his skull, and he shook in horror.