"…And with Chief Thunderhooves and his kin are being downright neighborly nowadays, things in Appleoosa couldn't be better!" Braeburn finished, grinning to the conductor.
"Uh-huh." The conductor peered out of the window of the train, watching the Ponyville train station loom larger as the steam engine's puffing, wheezing gasps began to slow and the train's brakes hissed and squealed. The sound usually annoyed the conductor, but today the gold-colored stallion was more than happy to have them drown out the words of the most talkative passenger he'd ever had the misfortune to meet.
Braeburn winced at the metallic squeals of the braking train and pitched his voice a bit louder to compensate. It would be too bad if the conductor didn't hear the end of the story. "Aaaanyway, so when mah cousin Applejack sent me that ticket and a letter inviting me to visit Sweet Apple Acres again, Ah finally had the time to take her up on her hospitality!"
"Uh-huh. Say, son, I think this is your stop, right?" muttered the conductor, his ears flicking irritably. The sooner he was rid of this annoyance, the better.
"Why so it is!" Hefting his bag, Braeburn tipped his wide-brimmed hat to his one-pony audience and grinned. "Thank ya kindly!"
As soon as the train ground to a halt, Braeburn started for the door-- and was nearly bowled over by the flood of passengers coming on. The muscular stallion fought against the sudden tide, trying to stay upright as pony after pony shoved by him and piled into the car. They were shouting all at once, with only a few cries audible over the general din. One stallion glanced over his shoulder and he rushed past the confused Appleoosan, shouting, "Hurry!"
"Whoa there!" said Braeburn as he raised his arm, trying to arrest one of the near-panicked boarders. "What's the trouble, friend?"
"She's coming! Let's get the buck out of here!" shrilled the stallion, ducking under Braeburn's arm and practically tackling the conductor in his haste to get on the train. It was obvious that the Appleoosan pony wasn't going to be getting answers out of anypony coming onto the train from Ponyville.
It was several confused moments before Braeburn managed to wade his way through the teeming mass of would-be passengers. When he finally had his hooves on solid ground-- or at least, on the wooden platform running along the train tracks-- he looked back at the now-overcrowded train in puzzlement. Ponies were packed into the cars tight as canned carrots, with more clinging to the running board or even climbing onto the roof of the passenger cars.
The gold-pelted stallion shook his head ruefully. "Ah don't remember it being this bad the last time Ah was here. What it is with all these big city folk, always in such a hurry. "
As if to underscore the frontierspony's point, the engineer tugged on the whistle and nearly burst the eardrums of everypony in hearing range with two loud blasts of screaming steam. The locomotive's wheels began to spin and the entire train lurched once more into motion. Somehow the train was going almost full speed within seconds, seeming almost to blur as it raced down the track.
Braeburn snorted in disgust and turned away to look for the welcoming committee that was surely waiting for him. He chuckled, remembering the show he'd put on for Applejack and her friends. The looks on their faces at the way he'd said, 'welcome to Aaaaaaaaappleoosa!' repeatedly still brought a smile to his face. Sticking his hands in his pockets, the stallion sauntered across the platform in search of anypony waiting for him. "Ah wonder what ol' AJ has planned for me."
As it turned out, the answer was 'nothing.' Braeburn's ears turned this way and that, trying to pick up any sounds in an apparently deserted train station. This was almost eerie. It was like one of those two-bit novels he'd read when he was a colt, where somepony accidentally walked into a ghost town without a soul around. Well, without a living soul… Suppressing a shiver at the thought, the earth pony cleared his throat. "Hello? Anypony around?"
There was no answer. Since it was obvious that Braeburn was the only one around, he wasn't sure what he would have done if he'd gotten an answer anyway. Scream like a little filly and run as fast as his hooves could take him, most likely. He shrugged. Well, maybe whatever AJ had planned was a surprise, and everypony was waiting for him somewhere in town. Whistling tunelessly, the Appleoosan trotted slowly away from the train station and towards the center of Ponyville. Surely there'd be somepony to talk to somewhere around here.
A few minutes' journey revealed that the rest the town was as deserted as the train station. With hackles raised, Braeburn glanced around, resisting the urge to jump at every unexpected noise. Sometimes, he was sure he heard faint gasps or giggling. This was creepy as… as… well, as a really creepy thing. Every door was closed. Every window was shuttered. It was as if the entire town of Ponyville had decided as one to take a long vacation and they'd forgotten to leave a note.
To make matters worse, something about the place was setting Braeburn's teeth on edge. Well, besides the obvious of, 'place seems to be abandoned.' There was a certain texture to the air, a feeling just on the edge of perception. He couldn't quite--
The crunch of a hoof-fall behind the stallion made him whirl, heart pounding nearly out of his chest. He relaxed instantly. There, peering out from the edge of a building, was a familiar pink-maned mare. Braeburn tipped his hat politely. "Why howdy, Miss Fluttershy. Beautiful day, ain't it?"
"Oh, yes…" Fluttershy whispered, her fingers drumming on the side of the building. She came out from behind the wall, hesitantly moving closer to the smiling stallion. She was wearing a fetching green dress, but Braeburn tried to ignore how nicely she filled it. After all, this was one of his cousin's friends. She was practically family.
"Ah don't suppose you would know why everypony seems to be missing, would ya?" Braeburn asked. It wasn't really polite to jump straight into the heart of the matter, but the barren streets of Ponyville had him rattled. He glanced around, hoping that the shy pegasus was only the first of many citizens to appear and the town would soon be brimming reassuringly with life once more.
"Well I think it's because…" the mare started, but quickly trailed off into inaudibility. She lowered her head a bit, seeming to direct Braeburn's attention to-- the stallion wrenched his eyes back up. Sweet Celestia, she was huge-- two handfuls at least, and…
Good gravy, what had Braeburn so bothered that he was thinking about a thing like that at a time like this? The earth pony made a mental note to get a nice, cold bath at Sweet Apple Acres. And soon. He'd spent all day cooped up in that darned train, and the lack of exercise was obviously doing strange things to his mind. He-- oh wait, Fluttershy had said something. "Ah'm sorry, Ah didn't hear that. Could ya say that again, Miss Fluttershy?"
Fluttershy took a few more steps forward, now only an arm's length away from the puzzled and distracted Braeburn. She smiled sweetly, her nostrils flaring as she took in the male's scent. "Um… Braeburn? You don't have… a special somepony, do you?"
The stallion blinked. That was sort of an odd thing to bring up out in the street, wasn't it? "Uh, not at the moment, Miss. Ah just haven't found the time what with all the work that needs doing out in Appleoosa, and…"
Braeburn trailed off. Alarm bells were jangling in his head as he finally saw the signs. It was amazing that he hadn't noticed it before, but now that it was staring him in the face-- now that she was staring him in… The earth pony coughed uncomfortably as Fluttershy's long, pink tongue came out. She licked her lips, staring down contemplatively at something no decent mare should be caught looking at in public. The farmer groaned. "Ah, hell. Y'all are in Season, ain't ya."
"Yes," purred Fluttershy, a glassy-eyed and smiling look on her face as she neared her target.
"Now, just a tic, Miss. Ah admit you're a fine filly, but Ah can't go doing… things… with mah cousin's friends just like that." Braeburn found himself taking a few steps back as the pegasus mare continued her advance. He glanced around to see if anypony else had appeared. Unfortunately, they had.
Fluttershy giggled, her delicate fingers working on the fastenings of her dress. When it started to slip down to reveal shapely yellow curves, Braeburn took a ragged breath and averted his eyes. Any more of this and he was going to be walking funny for a week, cold bath or no. He looked desperately for anything to take his mind off the beauty before him-- and jerked in surprise.
The streets of Ponyville were once again coming alive-- but it was with a very very specific sort of life. Female life. Dozens of hungry-eyed mares of all shapes and sizes had appeared from every hiding place. And they were all looking at the lone earth pony stallion, fresh off the train from Appleoosa and very VERY unattached.
It occurred to Braeburn that all the desperate passengers piling onto the train had been males. It further occurred to him that, in fact, Ponyville had long had a problem with its very skewed female-to-male gender ratio… Hadn't cousin Apple Crisp brought that up during the last family reunion? Now, no doubt, all the unattached males were gone save for the foolhardy few who thought grasping a piece of heaven was worth the heavy cost of a month of enforced bed rest due to exhaustion. And Braeburn was, like it or not, one of those. He whimpered. "Oh, fuck me…"
The massed females laughed. Fluttershy smiled sweetly. "Yes, Mr. Braeburn… We will."
Braeburn's breath caught in his throat as the assembled mares' clothing began to slide from their lithe forms. There was something for everypony-- thin and athletic; plump and lovable; stunningly voluptuous… There were unicorns, and earth mares, and even pegasus ponies with their wings already stiffening as they advanced on what was probably the only male within a twelve-block radius. The stallion was staring at a veritable buffet of mareflesh, all ripe for the taking...
"Anope!" Shaking the pheromone-induced thoughts from his mind, Braeburn clamped his hat firmly on his head and started to run. He had to get out of here. He still had twinges in his hip from that time three years ago when he'd stuck around Dodge Junction for their Season. That had been a mistake, and the earth pony didn't intend on repeating it here in his cousin's hometown.
Terrible, frustrated screams of rage erupted all around Braeburn as he sprinted through the crowd, gasping out apologies and trying desperately to avoid hurting anypony. The loudest cry of all came from Fluttershy as the fleeing stallion ducked and dodged his way to freedom. "NO! COME BACK! YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE MEEEEE!"
* * *
Braeburn ran. He ran with but one goal in mind: waking up tomorrow with un-fractured hips. The journey didn't matter, only the destination. He would be safe with Applejack. The stallion glanced back and for once was grateful of the mares' fever pitch of arousal-- without their heat-stiffened wings, the pegasus mares would likely already have brought him down, and the unicorns' magic would have been coherent enough to hold him fast instead of simply dragging at him like clinging brambles as he fled.
Sweet Apple Acres was right up ahead. Braeburn almost cried in relief as he headed for the fence, shouting for his cousin as he went. "Applejack! APPLEJACK! Help! Ah've got a whole mess of 'em on mah tail!"
As if on cue, Applejack peered out a second story window, her ears flat against her skull as she stared down at the pack of mares chasing her cousin onto her farm. "Hang on, Braeburn! We're coming!"
The door to the house opened as Braeburn thundered up the steps. He dove inside and Apple Bloom slammed it shut behind him, dropping a bar across and securing it in place. The door bent inward as a few overenthusiastic ponies slammed against it. The winded stallion picked himself up and dusted himself off, wheezing to catch his breath. "T-thanks… Apple Bloom."
Apple Bloom grinned. "How was that, cousin Braeburn? Cutie Mark Crusaders, Dramatic Rescuers!"
Braeburn stared in mute incomprehension at the proclamation but quickly averted his eyes as the little filly circled herself, lifting her skirt slightly to check her flanks. She made a disappointed sound and stomped one hoof irritably. "Aw, ponyfeathers. Nothing."
"Language, AB. Little fillies shouldn't say things like that." Applejack frowned disapprovingly as she trotted down the stairs.
Apple Bloom's lower lip pushed out in a pout. "Aw, but Sis--"
"No buts. Now run along upstairs and see to Big Mac." Applejack watched her sister as the quietly complaining filly scampered up the stairs and out of sight.
"Howdy, Cousin! Thanks for the save," said Braeburn, respectfully tipping his hat. "Ah would have been a good deal more sore than Ah am now if y'all hadn't saved me."
Applejack shook her head sadly. "Do tell. Why, last year those hussies from the town caught Big Mac. He was useless for a month. and Ah had to do just about half of Sweet Apple Acres alone before mah friends came and helped out. Ah don't propose to have it happen again this year."
"Speakin' of Big Red, where's Macintosh at?" Braeburn asked. He glanced at the boarded up windows. They rattled as angry, lust-fueled fists beat against the outer defenses of the house-turned-bunker.
"Oh, right where Ah left him, trussed up in his bedroom to make sure he doesn't do something silly." Applejack stalked forward, sliding a looped rope off her shoulder and examining her fortifications.
"How are y'all doing out there?" the earth mare called cheerfully to the shouting females outside.
"Applejack, you selfish bitch!" snarled one mare. It was easy to imagine her frothing at the mouth with every growling word. "Are you going to keep ALL the Apples for yourself?!"
Braeburn shifted uneasily, eyeing Applejack. She was coiling and uncoiling the rope almost unconsciously in her hands and something she'd said didn't sit right with him. Surely she'd been joking about Big Mac being tied up. Right…?
The stallion had his answer momentarily when AJ's rope suddenly flew through the air, looping around his chest and pinning his arms to his sides. "What the--?!"
Reeling Braeburn in like a lassoed bull, Applejack grinned apologetically. "Ah'm sorry about this, Cousin. But those mares out there are liable to tear the house right down to get at mah big brother. And like Ah said, Ah don't propose to have that happen again this year."
"Ya brought me to Ponyville for this?!" Braeburn growled, struggling against the rope as horrible realization dawned. The timing of the letter had been terribly convenient but he would never have thought that cousin AJ would actually have stooped so low. And yet she had. "Ah thought you were the Element of Honesty!"
Applejack grunted as she dragged the unwilling Braeburn towards the door. "Ah am! Ah invited you-- ugh-- to come here and said Ah thought you could really-- stop struggling-- enjoy yerself! Ah said Ponyville is beautiful this time o' year. Ah said all the townsfolk are real friendly! Ah said we’d all be really happy to see you! Now you tell me what part o' that is a lie!"
"The part where you didn't say that-- unf!" Braeburn's accusations were suddenly cut off as Applejack opened the door, kicked him out, and slammed it shut again in one fluid movement. The stallion looked up into the eyes of a dozen suddenly very happy mares.
"He's all yours! Just leave mah brother alone!" Applejack shouted through the door.
Braeburn shuddered and struggled harder as the females neared him, remembering all those days laid up with certain parts of him numb and other parts practically on fire. He jerked as the first one touched him. A gentle hand caressed his prone form, stroking carefully down his side. More joined the first, dancing lightly across his sweat-soaked clothing and pressing against the bunched and burning muscles beneath. They were… giving him a massage?
Despite his fears, Braeburn felt himself start to relax. Maybe things were different here in the more civilized Ponyville—not like the rough and tumble Dodge Junction (emphasis on ‘rough’). The mares here probably knew how to pace themselves, how to be proper and-- riiiip!
Smiling dreamily, a light orange-pelted earth mare with a curly mane cascading down her shoulders tossed aside the torn remnants of Braeburn’s pants. She cooed appreciatively at the stallion’s exposed flesh. A chorus of giggles from the other girls was all warning Braeburn had before they fell upon him. Some tore away more clothing, adding insult to injury. Some took the opportunity to grope him mercilessly. Howling in humiliation, the earth pony struggled and bucked under the combined weight of the females. “Ah’ve had… just… about… ENOUGH!”
Braeburn erupted upward with mares tumbling off him in every direction, surging up like some ancient leviathan from the deep. He stared down and blushed even more hotly than before. Grabbing his hat, the nearly nude stallion rammed it onto his head and took off running again. That was a little har—a little more difficult—now, but the surge of adrenaline and other, baser hormones in his system made up for any… issues… caused by recent events.
Braeburn fled, galloping through the orchard with several persistent mares still hot on his tail. He seemed to have lost the majority of the pack—mostly the unicorns and pegasus ponies—but the ever-vigorous earth pony mares behind him remained. They were in for the long haul.
Leaping a hedge, Braeburn found himself on unfamiliar ground. The long, ordered rows of the apple orchard gave way to thick, clinging underbrush and the gnarled trunks of closely packed trees. The sounds of pursuit seemed to be slackening now. Was the stallion safe? Or had he run into greater danger, danger great enough that even mares drunk on their own pheromones were unwilling to follow him?
Whatever it was, it couldn’t possibly be as bad as what awaited Braeburn back at Ponyville if he let those fillies get their hands on him. Gritting his teeth, the stallion ran on and tried to ignore the growing stich in his side. He’d run for a bit longer, and then stop and listen. Maybe he could take a break—he certainly needed one after the day he’d had.
Vicious thorns and clinging nettles lashed at Braeburn’s recently bared flesh as he jogged onward. His ears rotated like miniature RADAR dishes, trying to pick up any signs of those hunting him. A stick snapped behind him. Still running, he looked over his shoulder. There was nothing there. The stallion straightened forward again, picking up speed. There was a clearing up ahead; if somepony was still following him, he could see her when she left the underbrush.
Braeburn took another step—and realized that he wasn’t running up to the edge of a clearing at all. Oh, it was clear of trees all right… but it wasn’t an open field. It was the edge of a deep ravine. “Oh fu—!”
* * *
When Braeburn regained consciousness, pain was surprisingly absent from his world. He could remember striking rocks and scraping against gravel and grasping branches as he tumbled down the slope, and then… And then he was here. Wherever 'here' was.
The earth pony stiffened as he heard soft, happy humming coming from across the room. Soft, happy, feminine humming. Oh, goddess. He struggled to sit up and groaned, collapsing back to the mattress. Ah, there was the expected pain.
“Please stay still, my honored guest. To help you heal that would be best,” murmured a voice as smooth as silk. A brown-robed mare with an oddly varied pelt looked up from a bubbling cauldron and smiled at Braeburn. Light flashed oddly in her strikingly turquoise eyes, and the stallion felt himself relax. She seemed much calmer than anypony else he’d seen today. What was she? Who was she? He opened his mouth to ask—
“I see the question on your face,” commented the mare, waving one hand languidly to herself in introduction. “Zecora, of the zebra race.”
“Ah’ve… huh. Ah’ve never met a zebra before.” It was amazing how soft the bedding was. Braeburn stayed still as ordered and felt the pain ebbing away. Somepony—Zecora most likely—had bandaged his wounds and plastered his numerous cuts with some kind of salve. The abraded skin still burned slightly, but the sensation was almost pleasant.
“Your accent is not new to me… You’re from the Apple family?” The striped mare raised the stirring spoon to her lips and tasted the brew contemplatively for a moment. Shaking her head, she poured green fluid into the pot and stirred some more.
Braeburn lay silently, enjoying the quiet and the alternately intriguing and mouthwatering smells bubbling up from the zebra’s cauldron. It occurred to him that he was being rather rude. “Uh… Yes’m. Ah’m Braeburn, Applejack’s cousin. Ah live in Appleoosa and we’ve got a nice orchard growing there now. Er… Thank ya kindly for helping me. Ah don’t know how to repay yer kindness.”
“Please keep your thanks, there is no need. Cries for help I’ll always heed,” Zecora said with a shrug. Even her shrug was graceful as she—
No! Braeburn gritted his teeth. The pheromones of those stupid mares from Ponyville must still be in his system. He concentrated on the smell of Zecora’s cooking, if cooking it was. The gently bubbling brew calmed him until finally he felt ready to speak. “Well, Ah thank ya anyway. Um, Miss Zecora? If ya don’t mind mah asking, ya aren’t feeling… funny are ya? With me being here?”
Zecora chuckled, her voice chiming musically as she rounded the cauldron and approached her patient. “A life in the forest is lonely, it's true. But skilled herbalists always know what to do. We brew soothing potions 'fore reason expires as pheromones kindle the hottest of fires.”
“Uh-huh…” Braeburn parsed the zebra’s couplets carefully. It took a bit of getting used to, but the constant rhyming made her voice almost lyrical. “So ya don’t have to worry about the Season? Er, pardon mah language.”
The zebra seemed to think. Zecora leaned close to the prone earth stallion, nostrils flaring as she breathed in his musk. She purred, a smile coming to her lips. “Well, now that I find ponyflesh in my bed… I fear, my dear stallion, you've gone to my head."
Braeburn gasped as the soft brown folds of Zecora’s robe slipped slowly from her shoulders and down to the floor. Her voice sent a shiver of anticipation down the pony’s spine as she whispered in his ear. "While first I intended to treat you with tea, perhaps I should cure that which ails you… with me?”
A/N: Why yes. Yes I DID just go through an entire story marked mature for sex and never actually have any sex or explicitly described nudity. MUAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! ...But yeah I felt it was funnier this way, and humor was the goal of this story. Also as previously stated, southern accents and zebra rhyming. Two great things EVEN BETTER TOGETHER.
Your-Mother-Would-Be-Ashamed Version
Fine, fine, I’ll do a full-on explicit version. Here you go. Sigh, the things I do for people… I interspersed some explicit stuff throughout; I didn’t just tack a sex scene on the end, so this is a full repost of the original version. Plus extras.
"…And with Chief Thunderhooves and his kin being downright neighborly nowadays, things in Appleoosa couldn't be better!" Braeburn finished, grinning to the conductor.
"Uh-huh." The conductor peered out of the window of the train car, watching the Ponyville train station loom larger as the steam engine's puffing, wheezing gasps began to slow and the train's brakes hissed and squealed. The sound usually annoyed the conductor, but today the dun-colored stallion was more than happy to have them drown out the words of the most talkative passenger he'd ever had the misfortune to meet.
Braeburn winced at the metallic squeals of the braking train and pitched his voice a bit louder to compensate. It would be too bad if the conductor didn't hear the end of the story. "Aaaanyway, so when mah cousin Applejack sent me that ticket and a letter inviting me to visit Sweet Apple Acres again, Ah finally had the time to take her up on her hospitality!"
"Uh-huh. Say, son, I think this is your stop, right?" muttered the conductor, his ears flicking irritably. The sooner he was rid of this annoyance, the better.
"Why so it is!" Hefting his bag, Braeburn tipped his wide-brimmed hat to his one-pony audience and grinned. "Thank ya kindly!"
As soon as the train ground to a halt, Braeburn started for the door—and was nearly bowled over by the flood of passengers attempting to board. The muscular stallion fought against the sudden tide, trying to stay upright as pony after pony shoved by him and piled into the car. They were shouting all at once, with only a few cries audible over the general din. One stallion glanced over his shoulder and he rushed past the confused Appleoosan, shouting, "Hurry!"
"Whoa there!" said Braeburn as he raised his arm, trying to arrest one of the near-panicked boarders. "What's the trouble, friend?"
"She's coming! They’re all coming! Let's get the buck out of here!" shrilled the stallion, ducking under Braeburn's arm and practically tackling the conductor in his haste to get on the train. It was obvious that the Appleoosan pony wasn't going to be getting answers out of any passenger coming onto the train from Ponyville.
It was several confused moments before Braeburn managed to wade his way through the teeming mass of would-be travelers. When he finally had his hooves on solid ground—or at least, on the wooden platform running along the train tracks—he looked back at the now-overcrowded train in puzzlement. Ponies were packed into the cars tight as canned carrots, with more clinging to the running board or even climbing onto the roof of the passenger cars.
The gold-pelted stallion shook his head ruefully. "Ah don't remember it being this bad the last time Ah was here. What it is with all these big city folk, always in such a hurry. "
As if to underscore the stallion’s point, the engineer tugged on the whistle and nearly burst the eardrums of everypony in hearing range with two loud blasts of screaming steam. The locomotive's wheels began to spin and the entire train lurched once more into motion. Somehow the train was going almost full speed within seconds, seeming almost to blur as it raced down the track.
Braeburn snorted in disgust and turned away to look for the welcoming committee that was surely waiting for him. He chuckled, remembering the show he'd put on for Applejack and her friends. The looks on their faces at the way he'd repeatedly said, 'welcome to Aaaaaaaaappleoosa!' still brought a smile to his face. Sticking his hands in his pockets, the stallion sauntered across the platform in search of anypony waiting for him. "Ah wonder what ol' AJ has planned for me."
As it turned out, the answer was 'nothing.' Braeburn's ears turned this way and that, trying to pick up any sounds in an apparently deserted train station. This was almost eerie. It was like one of those two-bit novels he'd read when he was a colt, where somepony accidentally walked into a ghost town without a soul around. Well, without a living soul… Suppressing a shiver at the thought, the earth pony cleared his throat. "Hello? Anypony there?"
There was no answer. Since it was obvious that Braeburn was the only one around, he wasn't sure what he would have done if he'd gotten an answer. Scream like a little filly and run as fast as his hooves could take him, most likely. He shrugged. Well, maybe whatever AJ had planned was a surprise, and everypony was waiting for him somewhere in town. Whistling tunelessly, the Appleoosan trotted slowly away from the train station and towards the center of Ponyville. Surely there'd be somepony to talk to somewhere around here.
A few minutes' walking revealed that the rest the town was as deserted as the train station. With hackles raised, Braeburn glanced around, resisting the urge to jump at every unexpected noise. Sometimes, he was sure he heard faint gasps or giggling. This was creepy as… as… well, as a really creepy thing. Every door was closed. Every window was shuttered. It was as if the entire town of Ponyville had decided as one to take a long vacation and they'd forgotten to leave a note.
To make matters worse, something about the place was setting Braeburn's teeth on edge. Well, besides the obvious of, 'place seems to be abandoned.' There was a certain texture to the air, a feeling just on the edge of perception. He couldn't quite—
The crunch of a hoof-fall behind the stallion made him whirl, heart pounding nearly out of his chest. He relaxed instantly. There, peering out from the edge of a building, was a familiar pink-maned mare. Braeburn tipped his hat politely. "Why howdy, Miss Fluttershy. Beautiful day, ain't it?"
"Oh, yes…" Fluttershy whispered, her fingers drumming on the side of the building. She came out from behind the wall, hesitantly moving closer to the smiling stallion. She was wearing a fetching green dress, but Braeburn tried to ignore how nicely she filled it and how little fabric the dress actually used. After all, this was one of his cousin's friends. She was practically family.
"Ah don't suppose you would know why everypony seems to be missing, would ya?" Braeburn asked. It wasn't really polite to jump straight into the heart of the matter, but the barren streets of Ponyville had him rattled. He glanced around, hoping that the shy pegasus was only the first of many citizens to appear and the town would soon be brimming reassuringly with life once more.
"Well I think it's because…" the mare started, but quickly trailed off into inaudibility. She lowered her head a bit, seeming to direct Braeburn's attention to—the stallion wrenched his eyes back up. He’d heard that white unicorn friend of AJ’s mention ‘plunging necklines’ once. Now he knew what she meant, his eyes nearly plunging out of their sockets at the amount of flesh the mare was putting on display. Sweet Celestia she was huge too—a couple of handfuls at least. He wondered how it would feel to reach out and grab one, feeling the supple flesh though the green cloth, her nipple hardening into rough points under his—
Good gravy, what had Braeburn so bothered that he was thinking about a thing like that at a time like this? The earth pony made a mental note to get a nice, cold bath at Sweet Apple Acres. And soon. He'd spent all day cooped up in that darned train, and the lack of exercise was obviously doing strange things to his mind. He—oh wait, Fluttershy had said something. "Ah'm sorry, Ah didn't hear that. Could ya say that again, Miss Fluttershy?"
Fluttershy took a few more steps forward, now only an arm's length away from the puzzled and distracted Braeburn. She smiled sweetly, her nostrils flaring as she took in the male's scent. Her hands drifted distractedly along her curves, sliding to her hips and resting there as if to direct his attention downward. "Um… Braeburn? You don't have… a special somepony, do you?"
The stallion blinked. That was sort of an odd thing to bring up out in the street, wasn't it? "Uh, not at the moment, Miss. Ah just haven't found the time what with all the work that needs doing out in Appleoosa, and…"
Braeburn trailed off. Alarm bells were jangling in his head as he finally saw the signs. It was amazing that he hadn't noticed it before, but now that it was staring him in the face—now that she was staring him in… The earth pony coughed uncomfortably as Fluttershy's long, pink tongue came out of her mouth. She licked her lips, staring down contemplatively at something no decent mare should be caught looking at in public. Her hands were drifting again, this time to places the farmer knew he shouldn’t be looking. Not during a normal time of year, anyway. He groaned. "Ah, hell. Y'all are in Season, ain't ya."
"Yessss," purred Fluttershy, a glassy-eyed and smiling look on her face as she neared her target.
"Now, just a tic, Miss. Ah admit you're a fine filly, but Ah can't go doing… things… with mah cousin's friends just like that." Braeburn found himself taking a few steps back as the pegasus mare continued her advance. He glanced around to see if anypony else had appeared. Unfortunately, they had.
Fluttershy giggled, her delicate fingers working on the fastenings of her dress. It started to slip down to reveal shapely—Braeburn took a ragged breath and averted his eyes after only a glimpse of creamy yellow flesh and the edge of a puffy nipple just begging for his touch. Any more of this and he was going to be walking funny for a week, cold bath or no. He looked desperately for anything to take his mind off the beauty before him. He gasped in surprise.
The streets of Ponyville were once again coming alive, but it was with a very specific sort of life. Female life. Dozens of hungry-eyed mares of all shapes and sizes had appeared from every hiding place. And they were all looking at the lone earth pony stallion, fresh off the train from Appleoosa and very VERY unattached.
It occurred to Braeburn that all the desperate passengers piling onto the train had been males. It further occurred to him that, in fact, Ponyville had long had a problem with its very skewed female-to-male gender ratio… Hadn't cousin Apple Crisp brought that up during the last family reunion? Now, no doubt, all the unattached males were gone save for the foolhardy few who thought grasping a piece of heaven was worth the heavy cost of a month of enforced bed rest due to exhaustion. And Braeburn was, intentionally or not, one of those. He whimpered. "Oh, fuck me…"
The massed females laughed. Fluttershy smiled sweetly, her hands already busily at work on her now fully nude body. "Yes, Mr. Braeburn… We will."
Braeburn's breath caught in his throat as the assembled mares' clothing began to slide from their lithe forms. There was something for everypony—thin and athletic; plump and lovable; stunningly voluptuous… There were unicorns, and earth mares, and even pegasus ponies with their wings already stiffening as they advanced on what was probably the only male within a twelve-block radius. The stallion was staring at a veritable buffet of mareflesh, all ripe for the taking...
"Anope!" Shaking the pheromone-induced thoughts from his mind, Braeburn clamped his hat firmly on his head and started to run. He had to get out of here. He still had twinges in his hip from that time three years ago when he'd stuck around Dodge Junction for their Season. That had been a mistake, as ‘heat seeking’ always was, and the earth pony didn't intend on repeating the error here in his cousin's hometown.
Terrible, frustrated screams of rage erupted all around Braeburn as he sprinted through the crowd, gasping out apologies and trying desperately to avoid hurting anypony. The loudest cry of all came from Fluttershy as the fleeing stallion ducked and dodged his way to freedom. "NO! COME BACK! YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE MEEEEE!"
* * *
Braeburn ran. He ran with but one goal in mind: waking up tomorrow with un-fractured hips. The journey didn't matter, only the destination. He would be safe with Applejack. The stallion glanced back and for once was grateful of the mares' fever pitch of arousal—without lust stiffening their wings the pegasus mares would likely already have brought him down. Worse, the unicorns' magic would have been coherent enough to hold the fleeing male in one spot instead of simply dragging at him like clinging brambles as he ran.
Sweet Apple Acres was right up ahead. Braeburn almost cried in relief as he headed for the fence, shouting for his cousin all the way. "Applejack! APPLEJACK! Help! Ah've got a whole mess of 'em on mah tail!"
As if on cue, Applejack peered out a second story window. Her ears flattened against her skull as she stared down at the pack of mares chasing her cousin onto her farm and she ducked back inside with a shout of her own. "Hang on, Braeburn! We're coming!"
The door to the house opened as Braeburn thundered up the steps. He dove inside and Apple Bloom slammed it shut behind him, dropping a bar across and securing it in place. The door bent inward as a few overenthusiastic ponies slammed against it. The winded stallion picked himself up and dusted himself off, wheezing to catch his breath. "T-thanks, Apple Bloom."
Apple Bloom grinned. "How was that, cousin Braeburn? Cutie Mark Crusaders, Dramatic Rescuers!"
Braeburn stared in mute incomprehension at the proclamation but quickly averted his eyes as the little filly circled herself, lifting her skirt slightly to check her flanks. She made a disappointed sound and stomped one hoof irritably. "Aw, ponyfeathers. Nothing."
"Language, AB. Little fillies shouldn't say things like that." Applejack frowned disapprovingly as she trotted down the stairs.
Apple Bloom's lower lip pushed out in a pout. "Aw, but Sis—"
"No buts. Now run along upstairs and see to Big Mac." Applejack watched her sister as the quietly complaining filly scampered up the stairs and out of sight.
"Howdy, Cousin! Thanks for the rescue," said Braeburn, respectfully tipping his hat. "Ah would have been a good deal more sore than Ah am now if y'all hadn't saved me."
Applejack shook her head sadly. "Do tell. Why, last year those hussies from the town caught Big Mac. He was useless for a month, and Ah had to do just about half of Sweet Apple Acres alone before mah friends came and helped out. Ah don't propose to have it happen again this year."
"Speakin' of Big Red, where's Macintosh at?" Braeburn asked. He glanced at the boarded up windows. They rattled as angry, lust-fueled fists beat against the outer defenses of the house-turned-bunker.
"Oh, right where Ah left him, trussed up in his bedroom to make sure he doesn't do something silly." Applejack stalked forward, sliding a looped rope off her shoulder and examining her fortifications.
"How are y'all doing out there?" the earth mare called cheerfully to the shouting females outside.
"Applejack, you selfish bitch!" snarled one mare. It was easy to imagine her frothing at the mouth with every growling word. "Are you going to keep ALL the Apples for yourself?!"
Braeburn shifted uneasily, eyeing Applejack. She was coiling and uncoiling the rope almost unconsciously in her hands. Something she'd said didn't sit right with him. Surely she'd been joking about Big Mac being tied up. Right…?
The stallion had his answer momentarily when AJ's rope suddenly flew through the air, looping around his chest and pinning his arms to his sides. "What the—?!"
Reeling Braeburn in like a lassoed bull, Applejack grinned apologetically. "Ah'm sorry about this, Cousin. But those mares out there are liable to tear the house right down to get at mah big brother. And like Ah said, Ah don't propose to have that happen again. Not this year."
"Ya brought me to Ponyville for this?!" Braeburn growled, struggling against the rope as horrible realization dawned. The timing of the letter had been terribly convenient, but he would never have thought that cousin AJ would actually have stooped so low. And yet she had. "Ah thought you were the Element of Honesty!"
Applejack grunted as she dragged the unwilling Braeburn towards the door. "Ah am! Ah invited you—ugh—to come here and said Ah thought you could really—stop struggling, consarnit—enjoy yerself! Ah said Ponyville is beautiful this time o' year. Ah said all the townsfolk are real friendly! Ah said we’d all be really happy to see you! Now you tell me what part o' that is a lie!"
"The part where you didn't say that—unf!" Braeburn's accusations were suddenly cut off as Applejack opened the door, kicked him out, and slammed it shut again in one fluid movement. The stallion looked up into the eyes of a dozen suddenly very happy mares.
"He's all yours!” Applejack shouted through the door. “Just leave mah brother alone!"
Braeburn shuddered and struggled harder as the females neared him, remembering all those days laid up with certain parts of him numb and other parts practically on fire. He jerked as the first one touched him. A gentle hand caressed his prone form, stroking carefully down his side. More joined the first, dancing lightly across his sweat-soaked clothing and pressing against the bunched and burning muscles beneath. They were… giving him a massage?
Despite his fears, Braeburn felt himself start to relax. Maybe things were different here in the more civilized Ponyville—not like the rough and tumble Dodge Junction (emphasis on ‘rough’). The mares here probably knew how to pace themselves, how to be proper and—riiiip!
Smiling dreamily, a light orange-pelted earth mare with a curly mane cascading down her shoulders tossed aside the torn remnants of Braeburn’s pants. She cooed appreciatively at the stallion’s exposed flesh, light fingers dancing across his thighs and up the length of his hardening erection. Mottled pink and brown flesh swelled, becoming turgid under the naked mare’s touch. The curly-maned creature’s low purring rose in volume—like a rattlesnake just about to strike. And strike she did.
Braeburn’s hips bucked involuntarily as the mare lowered her head, wrapping her muzzle around the flared tip of his member and suckling at it with supple, velvet-soft lips. When the orange earth pony’s tongue circled his cock and flicked delicately at the hole, his hips thrust of their own volition. Why had he been avoiding this? This was amazing. He groaned, a silly smile spreading across his muzzle. “Oh, Celestia…”
A chorus of giggles from the other girls was all warning Braeburn had before they fell upon him as well, jolting his pleasure-fogged brain back to full awareness. Some tore away more clothing, adding insult to injury for the farmer’s battered wardrobe. Some took the opportunity to grope him mercilessly, shoving the slurping, suckling curly-maned beauty away to take their own turns at the stallion’s throbbing length.
Braeburn yelped as one mare’s incautious teeth grazed his member. Or perhaps she liked it that way. His muscular arms were tugged roughly this way and that as a blue-pelted unicorn and a creamy-furred pegasus fought for control of his hands. The stallion’s fingers touched moist, salt-scented heaven as the unicorn pressed his hand impatiently against her warm and welcoming slit. Her voice was a needy growl. “Come on, big boy, you want me first, don’t you?”
“Now ladies,” the stallion mumbled, “take it slow. Ah don’t—”
“Keep your filthy paws off him,” snarled the curl-haloed earth mare, muzzle still dripping with saliva and with Braeburn’s precum. “I tasted him first, he’s mine!”
The angry female ponies’ attentions were becoming increasingly violent as they pressed themselves against him, each trying to force the others away and hugging him tightly with luscious, silky-smooth mareflesh. Braeburn’s vision was filled with bouncing, jiggling shapes and lust-filled eyes. If he hadn’t already been hard as a rock, the sight alone would have made him so.
But it wasn’t all pleasure—Braeburn shook himself as the grasping mares’ fingernails scraped across sensitive flesh. “Ladies! Mares! Hey—ow!”
When somepony grabbed Braeburn’s dangling ball sack and squeezed a little harder than was comfortable, the stallion finally took action. Howling in pain, the earth pony struggled and reared under the combined weight of the females. “Ah’ve had… just… about… ENOUGH!”
Surging upward like some ancient leviathan from the deep, Braeburn jumped to his hooves with mares tumbling off him in every direction. He stared down and blushed even more hotly than before and tried desperately to think of something other than plunging himself again and again into the hot and waiting temptresses already staring up at him with pleading looks in their glistening eyes. Grabbing his hat, the nearly nude stallion rammed it onto his head and took off running again. That was a little harder—er, a little more difficult—now, but the surge of adrenaline and other, baser hormones in his system made up for any… issues… caused by recent events.
Braeburn fled, galloping through the orchard with several persistent mares still hot on his tail. He seemed to have lost the majority of the pack—mostly the unicorns and pegasus ponies—but the ever-vigorous earth pony mares behind him remained. They were in for the long haul.
Leaping a hedge, Braeburn found himself on unfamiliar ground. The long, ordered rows of the apple orchard gave way to thick, clinging underbrush and the gnarled trunks of closely packed trees. The sounds of pursuit seemed to be slackening now. Was the stallion safe? Or had he run into greater danger, danger great enough that even mares drunk on their own pheromones were unwilling to follow him?
Whatever it was, it couldn’t possibly be as bad as what awaited Braeburn back at Ponyville if he let those fillies get their hands on him. Gritting his teeth, the stallion ran on and tried to ignore the growing stich in his side. He’d run for a bit longer, and then stop and listen. Maybe he could take a break—he certainly needed one after the day he’d had.
Vicious thorns and clinging nettles lashed at Braeburn’s recently bared flesh as he jogged onward. His ears rotated like miniature RADAR dishes, trying to pick up any signs of those hunting him. A stick snapped behind him. Still running, he looked over his shoulder. There was nothing there. The stallion straightened forward again, picking up speed. There was a clearing up ahead; if somepony was still following him, he could see her when she left the underbrush.
Braeburn took another step—and realized that he wasn’t running up to the edge of a clearing at all. Oh, it was clear of trees all right… but it wasn’t an open field. It was the edge of a deep ravine. “Oh fu—!”
* * *
When Braeburn regained consciousness, pain was surprisingly absent from his world. He could remember striking rocks and scraping against gravel and grasping branches as he tumbled down the slope, and then… And then he was here. Wherever 'here' was.
The earth pony stiffened as he heard soft, happy humming coming from across the room. Soft, happy, feminine humming. Oh, goddess. He struggled to sit up and groaned, collapsing back to the mattress. Ah, there was the expected pain.
“Please stay still, my honored guest. To help you heal that would be best,” murmured a voice as smooth as silk. A brown-robed mare with an oddly varied pelt looked up from a bubbling cauldron and smiled at Braeburn. Light flashed oddly in her strikingly turquoise eyes, and the stallion felt himself relax. She seemed much calmer than anypony else he’d seen today. What was she? Who was she? He opened his mouth to ask—
“I see the question on your face,” commented the mare, waving one hand languidly to herself in introduction. “Zecora, of the zebra race.”
“Ah’ve… huh. Ah’ve never met a zebra before.” It was amazing how soft the bedding was. Braeburn stayed still as ordered and felt the pain ebbing away. Somepony—Zecora most likely—had bandaged his wounds and plastered his numerous cuts with some kind of salve. The abraded skin still burned slightly, but the sensation was almost pleasant.
“Your accent is not new to me… You’re from the Apple family?” The striped mare raised the stirring spoon to her lips and tasted the brew contemplatively for a moment. Shaking her head, she poured green fluid into the pot and stirred some more.
Braeburn lay silently, enjoying the quiet and the alternately intriguing and mouthwatering smells bubbling up from the zebra’s cauldron. It occurred to him that he was being rather rude. “Uh… Yes’m. Ah’m Braeburn, Applejack’s cousin. Ah live in Appleoosa and we’ve got a nice orchard growing there now. Er… Thank ya kindly for helping me. Ah don’t know how to repay yer kindness.”
“Please keep your thanks, there is no need. Cries for help I’ll always heed,” Zecora said with a shrug. Even her shrug was graceful as she—
No! Braeburn gritted his teeth. The pheromones of those stupid mares from Ponyville must still be in his system. He concentrated on the smell of Zecora’s cooking, if cooking it was. The gently bubbling brew calmed him until finally he felt ready to speak. “Well, Ah thank ya anyway. Um, Miss Zecora? If ya don’t mind mah asking, ya aren’t feeling… funny are ya? With me being here?”
Zecora rounded the cauldron and approached her patient. Her robe swished as she moved, hips swaying gently as Braeburn forced his eyes back to the zebra’s face. Seeing his expression the mare chuckled, her voice chiming musically. “A life in the forest is lonely, it's true. But skilled herbalists always know what to do. We brew soothing potions 'fore reason expires as pheromones kindle the hottest of fires.”
“Uh-huh…” Braeburn parsed the zebra’s couplets carefully. It took a bit of getting used to, but the constant rhyming made her voice almost lyrical. “So ya don’t have to worry about the Season? Er, pardon mah language.”
The zebra seemed to think. Zecora leaned close to the prone earth stallion, nostrils flaring as she breathed in his musk. She purred, a smile coming to her lips. “Well, now that I find ponyflesh in my bed… I fear, my dear stallion, you've gone to my head."
Braeburn gasped as the soft brown folds of Zecora’s robe slipped slowly from her shoulders and down to the floor. Flawless white curves accented with black stripes filled the stallion’s vision. Her voice sent a shiver of anticipation down the pony’s spine as she whispered in his ear. "While first I intended to treat you with tea, perhaps I should cure that which ails you… with me?”
“Ah… Aw, hell,” Braeburn groaned, feeling the zebra’s gentle touch turn forceful as it drifted down his bare chest. He tried to rise—although parts of him were already succeeding. With a soft smile on her lips, the mare pushed him back down. Whether thanks to his recent injuries or for other, baser reasons, the stallion found it hard to resist the insistent pressure of her hand. He settled back into the bed and let the black-and-white herbalist do as she wished.
Zecora slid down the soft covers of her bed, exposing more and more of the earth pony’s muscular body. The zebra let out an appreciative growl when, already half-erect, Braeburn’s cock rose from beneath the blankets. The mare climbed onto the bed, straddling her visitor a little below his knees and looking down eagerly at the rising penis before her. She smiled. “You’re quite the catch, earth stallion dear. I’m pleased that fate has brought you here.”
Braeburn opened his mouth to respond—but now Zecora had opened hers. Bending down, she flexed until her muzzle was almost level with the flared head of the stallion’s swelling erection. It throbbed and rose even faster out of its sheath as the farmer caught sight of the zebra’s beautiful turquoise eyes peering up at him through the black and white curtain of her silken mane. Her breath was warm and moist on his crotch, sending a thrill up the pony’s nerves as the healer slid forward, her ample breasts brushing against the sensitized flesh of his thighs.
Drinking deep of the stallion’s spicy scent, Zecora opened her muzzle and sampled the gift happenstance had given to her. The farmer’s turgid length was hot and firm in her mouth. She sighed happily as she let her long, rough tongue slide over the cock, traveling where it willed and sending shivers through her lover’s body. She suckled eagerly, massaging the pony’s length with her mouth until he had almost lost himself in her ministrations.
The only sounds Braeburn could manage were low gasps and soft, pleasured grunts. In lieu of speech, he reached out with a shaking hand and stroked Zecora’s mane, fingers brushing over the soft velvet of her ears and urging her on as salty precum began to leak into the mare’s mouth.
Braeburn groaned in disappointment as Zecora’s head rose from his crotch. His cock slid from her mouth with a wet slurping noise. Without missing a beat, her expert hands massaged his erection, testing and prodding with just enough restraint to keep the shivering pony from erupting.
Smiling, Zecora nodded in satisfaction. Braeburn found himself panting, unable to tear his eyes from the beautiful female as she pushed herself up and began to position herself with one careful hand on his almost painfully turgid length. He nearly cried out when the zebra lowered herself onto him, her hungry opening seeming to pull him in as slick love juices moistened his crotch and left wetness on the bed beneath.
Almost without Braeburn willing them to, his callused hands found their way to Zecora’s flanks. Strong fingers gripped the firm yet yielding flesh over her swirling black cutie marks as he pulled, growling in pleasure as the zebra hilted on his length. She squealed inarticulately, eyes rolling back in her head and hands fluttering. But in a moment she was in control of herself again, white teeth gleaming in a wide and perfect grin as she started to grind and thrust against her stallion partner.
Now it was Braeburn’s turn to hiss with pleasure. The mare’s muscular inner walls massaged his entire penis, milking it from head to base as Zecora’s dark, sopping nether-lips slid over his length with each thrust. One of the zebra’s hands, still slick with fluids of their lovemaking, slid its way across the farmer’s chest to provide extra support as she began to bob harder and faster. She groaned—not rhyming now, her voice a repetitive chorus of ‘Ooohs’ and ‘aahs.’”
Braeburn was in heaven. He’d had his rolls in the hay—once with his school sweetheart. Another time with the ‘town bicycle.’ And then that business in Dodge Junction. They’d felt wonderful at the time, even if the last experience during Dodge Junction’s Season had quickly transitioned from pleasure to pain. But this was something else entirely. Panting huskily, the earth pony stared up at the sexual enchantress who was taking his entire length and gasping for more. She seemed to know just what to do. She was incredible. Every thrust was perfect. Every grinding movement of her hips was in time with some cosmic rhythm. He wanted more. He wanted to… to…
Heat and pressure rose in Braeburn, sending tingling surges of ecstasy through his entire body. He struggled for breath and coherent thought, fighting to form words between the rising duet of pony and zebra moans. Finally on his third try he managed, “Mmaaaah!—Miss Ze-zecora? Ah think Ah’m gonna—Ah’m gonna…”
“Yes, skies above!” the zebra cried, her voice nearly a scream as she neared her own climax. “Give me your love!”
That was all the permission Braeburn needed. His body seized up. His breathing stopped. He could have sworn his heart ceased to beat for a split second. And he came. With a bellow of pure, orgasmic pleasure, the earth pony slammed the zebra’s hips roughly against him with both arms. His cock erupted, spraying gout after gout of ropy seed into Zecora’s soft, hungry slit.
Feeling her inner walls warmed by the heat of her lover’s juices sent Zecora over the edge. Hands clawing bright crimson streaks in the stallion’s flesh, the zebra screamed her approval as a wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over her, nearly carrying her away in its torrent. She drooped and leaned forward, pressing her soft and sweat-soaked form against that of her lover.
Braeburn panted and gasped, enjoying the pleasant sensation of his slowly softening penis still deep in his lover’s body. He felt his heart pounding in chest. He was sure somehow that it beat in time with the powerful zebra heart nestled under the firm, perfect breasts that were pressed into his chest. He looked into a pair of loving turquoise eyes and smiled. “Ah… Ah ain’t never been cured… like that before.”
Zecora shifted slightly, enjoying the sturdy strength of the arms that enfolded her. She blew a few stray wisps of her mane out of her face and let her hands play affectionately across the earth pony’s broad chest. “I trust… you were pleased by my methods, then? Why, then please do not hesitate to… come again.”
Braeburn simply smiled for a moment—but his eyes widened when he felt one of his lover’s hand’s drift down and give love-slicked testicles and affectionate squeeze. Still hilted within the zebra, his cock jerked and started to harden again. Sweet Celestia, she wanted more? Already? Well… it was the Season. The stallion grinned.
Braeburn pushed himself up, gently but firmly rolling the still panting mare onto her back. Gripping Zecora’s thighs, the stallion looked down and chuckled at the perfection laid out before him. Cousin AJ had been right after all. He took a deep breath and marshaled his reserves of stamina. He was an earth pony, and an Apple at that. If the zebra could go all night, so could he. “Well thank ya, Miss Zecora. Ah don’t mind if Ah do. But let me show ya how we do it down on the farm…”
A/N: Sigh. You know, I was not INTENDING to troll with this thing, per se. I marked it as ‘sex’ because I was more worried that if I didn’t I’d get a bunch of whining about how I was raping virgin young minds with my smut. But if you WANT it… Well here it is.
And for those of you whose Google-fu is weak and can’t be arsed to locate the specific picture on 333456’s Tumblr or other websites… (If you need a warning that this link is NSFW there is something WRONG WITH YOU:
this is the full picture around which the story is based.
