Fortune and Glory

Set in the Ivoryverse created by Sir Hat

Chapter 1 ‘Building Relationships’

One of the first things I learned in the month and a half that followed my arrival was that Dodge itself was both insanely rich, and bordering on bankruptcy. It was rich because of the gold mines that had been created, and nearing bankruptcy because of the bandits. It seemed that everyone had the idea of placing the mined gold into the bank. That same bank was often the target of the robberies, and so the bandits had made off with the gold in the past.

In order to get the guns we needed we needed to have gold. In order to have the gold we needed more protection. I cursed under my breath and signed a deal with Cherry, who had become our mayor. I had the access to my year’s salary. Like in the past the entire amount was wired directly to my bank, and I had to be the one to split it up and figure out how to make it last twelve months.

I was looking forward to having double pay per month, but this was important, and it was important enough that I realized that I had to make this deal damned good. In order to get the rifles we needed for Earth Ponies I was going to have to shell out six hundred dollars apiece, and that was ordering them straight from Marlin Firearms Co.

The formerly solely Earth based company had the foresight to move some production into areas of Equestria that would allow them to make firearms. Those areas included the Gryphon Empire, and that was where we were ordering the rifles from. If I ordered straight from Earth the price would have been doubled, and I couldn’t afford that even with the double pay. As it was I was going to end up going from one hundred sixty thousand dollars to ten thousand dollars for an entire year. It was a trip right back to poverty all over again.

That wasn’t the only thing on the docket today. Cherry had written a letter to the Princesses asking for someone to be made a judge out here. As I figured the returning letter was a kind reply informing her that for the time being we were on our own. So, I was stuck pulling double duty. Sheriff, judge, but I didn’t have to be the executioner. That was something Gild said he would do.

I nodded and our first set of trials happened. All six of the surviving bandits were found guilty. The Unicorn with a cracked horn was charged with armed robbery, rape, attempted murder, murder, destruction of public and private property, and finally a noise violation. Given the gravity of the situation, and knowing that the Princesses more or less told us that we were on our own, I had to handle the sentencing as well as I could.

The Unicorn stallion cried when I sentenced him to death. Right now he was sitting in the jail cell, waiting for the Gallows to be finished, and I was sitting in Cherry’s office. She studied me, looked at my proposal, and then cleared her throat.

“Mr. Dalton, I understand that we’re asking quite a bit from you, but are you sure this is what you want?” she asked.

I thought about the contract I was making with them. Basically it stated that the city of Dodge would provide any and all groceries for myself and anyone living with me. They would also provide upkeep of any of the weapons the Sheriff’s office had, and that they would also provide for any and all needs that any employee of the Sheriff’s office had. The last stipulation was a little different. I would receive ten percent of all Saloon earnings for a period of three years.

I had seen the Saloon, knew how busy it was, and I did say total profits. There was more than drinking going on in the Saloon. She signed off on it and handed it back to me. I looked at the now official contract with Dodge.

“Thanks,” I said.

“Mr. Dalton, thank you. The rifles should be arriving soon correct?” she asked.

“I’ve already put the order in, and this way we don’t have to have the citizens purchase them. Instead they become property of the City, and part of the Sheriff’s office.

She nodded and I walked back outside. Standing out there waiting for me was Strawberry. She was the other thing that was making this worthwhile. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was strange. My own parents had told me that they had gotten together at a bar, and they woke up next to each other. They had woken up about the same time, and neither could do the walk of shame. Instead they were forced to talk to each other. One thing lead to another, and they decided that they were good for one another. It was a courtship that might have lasted three weeks at best, and the two of them were still married.

Over here Earth Ponies were about the same, from what I heard, in that their courtships were shorter. In the span of two weeks I had gotten really close to Strawberry. She was staying in my apartment more than her own home. Part of me wondered if it was truly genetic. I shrugged it off and walked with Strawberry. We headed toward the small town jail and she stopped. I watched her fidget for a moment before she faced me. There was obviously something she was mulling over.

“James, I trust you,” she said.

I looked at her. She surprised me, but I wasn’t sure why she did. Part of the reason she surprised me was the fact that she trusted me. What had happened to her was terrible, and it should have never happened at all. Instead she was taking a step, and she was trying to reach out. It was just like last time. I needed to reach out and help her.

“I’m glad, because I wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt you,” I said.

She breathed out a breath I didn’t realize she was holding and nodded. She then stood on her hind legs and wrapped her front hooves around me. Standing like this she was just a little shorter than I was. She leaned against me and kissed my neck.

“I want to, James, I want to be with you,” she whispered.

The revelation dawned on me. I wasn’t sure when she wanted to, and I wasn’t going to force her to do anything she didn’t want to do. She had been treated hard enough already. She didn’t need the extra pain. We held each other for a moment before she dropped back to the ground. I walked with her to the small jail and she stopped again.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked.

There are a few surprises that I enjoy. Things that were unexpected, but the moment they happened I quickly felt happy, and maybe even blessed that I got to share in them. This was one of those moments. We had made it back into the apartment and Strawberry got on her hind legs again. She kissed me, deeply, and then pushed me toward the bed. There wasn’t any quick shuffling of clothes, and things didn’t explode into what I had experienced back when the most I could hope for in a relationship was remembering her name for a couple of days after.

Instead she was content to snuggle close to me, her forelegs wrapped around me as she nuzzled against my neck and gently kissed here and there.

“I want to be your mare James, I do, but I’m scared. I’m scared that it’s going to hurt like it did that time. That everything is going to be rough, and I don’t want that,” she whispered.

“Strawberry, have I ever been rough with you?” I asked.

“No,” she whispered her reply.

“Do you honestly believe that I would ever be rough with you?” I asked.

“No, but I’m still scared about it. I can’t explain why, but I am,” she said.

I let my left hand move up her back until I was under her wings. It was a spot that I had learned helped her relax. She let out a soft moan and scooted closer to me. I could feel the warmth of her body as she pressed against me.

“Strawberry, I won’t ever do anything you’re not ready to do. I’m not that kind of man, but I will help you work past what you’re feeling. I want to,” I replied.

“Will… Will you be gentle?” she asked.

The way she asked sounded more like a scared little girl than the woman, the mare, I have come to know while I’ve been here. I gently squeezed her through the hug, and kissed her forehead.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to be as gentle as I can, but we won’t do this until you’re ready,” I said.

She nodded and then she shifted. I felt her break the hug, and there was a determined look on her face. It was one that I was surprised to see. She was teetering toward a nervous fear. I could see it in her actions. Still she moved back and placed her head on the mattress as she got to her hooves and then raised her cutie marked rump into the air.

I leaned over to her, kissed her cheek, and then I gently moved her until she was on her back. I could see the frightened confusion in her eyes, but instead of just mounting her, as I assumed she figured I would, I began kissing down her neck. Each kiss was purposeful, each kiss tender, and each one I hoped told her that I wouldn’t hurt her. I kissed down her until I came to what was still sacred, but had been violated so carelessly before.

I let my fingers gently trace around around her outer lips. A hushed gasp escaped her as I did this, and then as I parted them. I leaned forward and took in the smell. I had been with enough women to more than know what I was doing, but none of them smelled like this. There was a musk that was familiar, but under it she smelled like somewhat sweet. I began tracing with my tongue inside, lightly dipping it into her.

Small gasps, whinnies, and moans came from her as I did this. My fingers worked along with my tongue, and I quickly found her teats. I caressed them, gently squeezed them, and she began to thrust her hips forward.

“James…” she moaned out.

I moved my tongue up to the little soldier hiding in the trench. Said soldier was peeking out, looking for the enemy, but this enemy gently licked and suckled against it. Her hips moved feverishly. I felt her forehooves against the back of my head, and her soft moans and whinnies had turned into deep loud moans.

I looked up to see her eyes wide in excitement.

“I want you,” she said.

She was barely contained when she said it. I began to pull off my clothes. I almost thought of teasing her, but she didn’t need that right now. She needed to be shown that this could be pleasurable, and that it wasn’t just about someone being dominate and someone being submissive. It was about both parties enjoying being together, to come together, and have a chance to build something stronger because of it.

I moved up, the tip of my manhood touched her, and the heat from her marehood was radiating like a furnace. I moved my fingers back to her and opened her up. I could feel how slick she had become, and I pushed forward slowly. The word tight doesn’t even begin to do justice. She was more than tight. I move slowly, inch by inch, and each inch was followed by a moment of letting her adjust.

After a couple of minutes I was hilted inside of her. I leaned down and I felt her hips roll experimentally. She gave a soft smile and then her hips began to pull back before she thrust them forward. She started slowly, and before long her thrusts became faster, harder, and I began to match her. The wet slurping sounds filled the air, the excitement and energy buzzed around us, and then I felt her move slightly causing us to flip over.

She took control, and I handed it over to her. Her forehooves pressed against my shoulders as she impaled herself over and over again on me. Our breathing became heavy, our desire filled the air, and at no point did we care that the prisoners in the cells could most likely hear us. It didn’t matter to either of us. What mattered was that we had come together.

“I’m your mare,” she moaned out.

My hands found her hips, laying them on her cutie marks and pulling her hips hard against me in each thrust. She threw her head back and let out an orgasmic scream. I felt her clench around me, her insides milking me for what would normally be a life creating fortune. I felt my own release and I leaned up to her as I thrust again, and again my spasms shooting inside of her, filling her womb.

We held each other, breathing heavily, and I felt her lean forward. There was a gentle nip on my shoulder.

“I’m your mare, and I always will be,” she said.

Author's Note

(And yeah, second chapter in we have a nice little love scene between the two of them. I want to thank everyone that’s taken the time to read this. While this is going to have several fantastic and wonderful love/clop scenes in it… There’s an underlying story here. Of course expect a Satyr as well, and I Here's the basic idea of what he will look like. Well.. Eventually. Although to be honest I'm still going to try my hand at hand drawing him. So his look may change.)