Fallout Equestria: Wasteland Bouquet - The Lost Chapters

by Cascadejackal

Rating: mature
Tags: Crossover, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character
Length: 3203

The intimate, private and not so private moments in Fallout Equestria: Wasteland Bouquet

The "Lost" chapters of Fallout Equestria: Wasteland Bouquet.

What was Rose and Ibis' first time was like? What does Lily do when she's on her own? Just what is Position Number Nine?!

Find out inside!

Note: Clop with Plot. Takes place during/between chapters of FoE: Wasteland Bouquet. Reading that isn't necessary, but is highly recommended.

Published 2014-10-29 02:50:08 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-29 02:50:08 UTC

Chapter 15.5 There's A First Time For Everything

Chapter 15: Homeward Bound

Ibis Greywing

I stretched out on the rickety hotel bed and just stared at the wooden ceiling, going over the past few days in my head. Rose had been acting really strange, even more than usual.

It had all started one morning when Rose slept in. That was pretty unusual itself, since she usually woke up with me, but when she woke up the first thing she did was hit me!
Then she kissed me, which was our usual morning ritual. Then she hit me again.

Groaning, I rolled onto my front and stretched my wings out. It felt like my everything was bruised, since Rose couldn't make up her mind about what she wanted. The past few days had been filled with affection and violence in equal measure, and I was secretly glad that Lily had taken Rose into her room. It meant less time being afraid for my life, and less healing potions being forced down my throat when Rose decided it was time to snuggle again. I missed the days when we'd just make out, and I could run my claws all over her without being beaten. I missed the feel of her squirming body pressed against mine, the sounds she made when I hit the right spot...

The sound of the door creaking open broke into my thoughts, the sound long and drawn out, menacing even.

My fur and feathers stood on end. I could feel eyes on me, and I turned as slowly as I could to avoid giving my watcher a start and getting killed for it.

Sure enough, Rose's head was poking around the door frame, her eyes locked on me, unblinking and unreadable. An empty whiskey bottle was gripped in her teeth, which was strangely reassuring. It meant she'd been drinking, and that usually meant she was more likely to kiss me than hit me.

I decided to chance speaking. Her stare was making me nervous "Hey, Rose. Where's Lily?"

She snorted and came into the room without answering, kicking the door closed behind her, and I got a good look at her. She was soaked, her wet mane plastered over her face and her coat completely flat, with none of the usual frizz or poof. I could see every muscle outlined across her body, and she looked good.

Bringing up the rear was her tail, flicking and twitching as she walked, leaving a trail of drips across the floor until she got to the bed and made to jump up.

"Whoa!" I raised my claw and she paused, blinking at me. "Rose, you're all wet! What have you-" With a blink, she started shaking, spraying water everywhere and getting me all wet. I gave her a flat look, but she just blinked again, dropped the bottle and launched herself onto the bed. "Hey!" Ignoring my protest, she shoved her way past my talons and under my chest as best she could before rolling around so she was on her back, looking up at me with that blank look.

"What are you-GMMMF!" Without warning, her hooves reached up and grabbed my head, pulling it down as she forced her lips to my open beak, her tongue thrusting into my mouth, kissing me hungrily. My surprise quickly faded and I leaned into the kiss, glad she was in such a good mood. Our tongues mingled and wrestled, the coppery taste and small moan from her as our kiss grew harder and my beak drew blood from her soft lips and muzzle sending fire down my spine.

My wings snapped open of their own accord as I half-rose, pinning Rose to the bed with my chest. She moaned into our kiss again, her eyes closing and her hooves wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed tightly together, belly to belly. Her teats pressed against my lower body, two hard nubs between her twitching hind legs, one each side of my growing excitement.

After what seemed an eternity, we broke the kiss, gasping for air. Rose fell back against the mattress, her eyes closed and a relaxed smile on her face, and I lowered myself with her, running my beak through her mane as she calmed down. She smelled of wet mare and gun oil... and something else. Something I couldn't quite place, but that made me fully aware of every little movement she made, pinned beneath me, and the ache in what was pressed against her belly, bumping against her teats as she squirmed and wriggled to get comfortable. It was something that fogged my mind, made me want to move that little bit lower and take her, to pin my mare's firm body to the bed and ravage her, to fill the air with her cries and become one with her until the end, to show her just how much I loved her, how much I needed her.

That final step, that final plunge, just inches away... my beak moved from her mane, no longer preening, but teasing, nipping lightly and drawing the sharp tip against her sensitive, vulnerable throat, following the line of her jaw and nibbling those fascinating, flexible lips before seizing one and pulling a bit. My hips thrust forward, grinding my shaft against her fuzzy underbelly as the bite turned into another kiss, the faint taste of blood from where I'd bitten her lip adding to the taste of her tongue against mine.

Her breath was as hot as her body, small whimpers escaping her as we parted for split-second gasps of air, drowning in each other's embrace. Every second made our kiss more passionate, the alluring scent growing stronger and making it impossible to think clearly. My claws took her front hooves and pinned them down as I drove my head forwards, using our kiss to control her, to press her head back against the bed so she couldn't escaped my beak or probing tongue. My size let me dominate her, even though I knew she was stronger than me.

She let me make her helpless, and Luna help me, we both liked it.

I wanted her. I needed her, and I could smell her arousal, even over the mind-numbing scent that filled the room. My back half moved on its own until I was lower, just inches from her flower. I was resting between two small, soft mounds, their peaks hard and pressing into me. A small thrust between her tits drew a moan from my mare, muffled by our kiss. Another, then another, each time I pulled back just a little further, my mind going slowly blank. I was drunk on Rose, on her scent, her heat, the beating of her heart against my chest, the muted cries of pleasure escaping with each breath.

"I-Ibis..." Pulling her face free, she moaned my name and opened her eyes, those blue-grey orbs filled with lust as she looked at me. It took everything I had to keep from continuing, to stop myself from taking her then and there.

"Y-yeah, Rose?" I panted. Everything ached, every single instinct screaming at me to bury myself in her, to-

Rose raised her head beside mine, whispering, her breath hot against the side of my head. My beak found her mane, running down the sweat-soaked strands as I drunk in her scent. "Use... your claws. Please?" The last word was moaned, sending a shudder down my body and drawing a moan of my own, muffled by her mane as my hindquarters bunched up, pressing everything into the titfuck.

A few seconds passed as I gathered my thoughts, painfully aware of my twitching, pulsing shaft firmly pressed against her belly, trapped between our hot, sweaty bodies, and the distinct feeling of release... a release I could feel pooling between us.

Before I could say anything, Rose freed her hooves from my claws and pulled me into another kiss. We parted slowly, little kisses as I leaned back and Rose tilted her head to the side to kiss my talon and give me a pleading look, begging me. "Ibis... I need it..."

Groaning, I sat up, shivering as my flesh was freed from the burning prison between our bodies and exposed to the cool air of the room, sticking up between Rose's hind legs.
I could see my release on her, a sticky white mess between the small mounds of her breasts, and I managed a small smile. "Sorry."

She just blinked at me and lifted her head, looking down to the mess I'd left. One hoof crept its way down her body, and I watched it for every inch until it came to rest between her teats, hesitating just a moment before the tip dipped, then pulled back up and ended up in her mouth. My exposed member twitched, hardening again as Rose sucked her hoof clean. "Mmm..." She moaned a little, sucking on her hoof as she pulled it free of her mouth with a small pop that sent a spasm through my shaft.

"Um... good?" I gave her a nervous grin. She just blinked at me, her eyes half closed.

"Mmhm... Ibis... please... your claws..." He voice dropped to a low, husky whisper, " I need them... inside me..."

I swallowed and lowered myself, my claws resting on her flanks. "Alright." My head had cleared a bit when I came, but seeing her exposed like that, her flower soaked and winking, her tail a sprawled mess, I wanted to put more than my claws inside her. When I dared look up again, past her mounds, I saw her hoof sneaking back down for another taste, and my wings snapped to full extension.

Shaking my head, I focused on the important thing, the damp, dripping, flesh in front of me, a delicate pink flower that glistened and shone with her need, the pearl uncovered by her winking petals. I extended one claw and touched it to her, getting a yelp in response. My other claw quickly joined it and I spread her, feeling her body start to shake as muffled moans filled the room. I glanced up again, seeing her biting down on her hoof with her eyes closed. There was very little of my cum left on her coat, and the way she was enjoying her hoof left no doubt about where it had gone.

I ran one sharp talon up her pussy, from bottom to top, tapping lightly on her exposed clit. She shook with each touch, her hind legs kicking and twitching as she voiced her pleasure, and I repeated the motions a few more times, each time getting a stronger reaction. Soon, she was gasping and moaning, her juices flowing freely and matting her tail, so I changed things up, parting her with one talon and slipping the tip of a single claw into her, dragging it up and over her clit, pressing the claws parting her into her soft flesh.

"I-Ibis!" She cried out, "P-pleEAAA!" I interrupted her begging by slipping one claw all the way into her and crooking it inside her, the sharp tip pressed against that special spot that never failed. A strangled scream was all she could manage as her hind legs kicked violently, just missing my head. The squirt of marecum didn't miss, though, covering my face as she came, leaving me to lick what I could from my beak and enjoy every bit of it. She gasped and panted, but I wasn't done yet, slipping in another claw beside the first and moving them in a rythym. She whinnied, unable to even form words as I tended to her, my free talon tormenting her folds and clit as I saw to her insides.

On top of that, I raised my head and took one of her teats in my beak, avoiding the sticky patch between them as I rolled my tongue over the stiff, fleshy nub. She whinnied again, convulsing as another orgasm tore through her body, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her walls clenching around my claws as I pumped them in and out of her, drawing the tips against her core on the way out before plunging them back in and attacking her spot.

My talons were soaked, covered in the marecum that soaked into her tail and the bed beneath us, and I could feel another of her orgasms quickly approaching, the earlier taste of her juices giving me an idea. As she got nearer to the edge I slowed my ministrations, getting a pained nicker in response. "Rose," I said as gently as I could, spreading my claws inside of her, "I'm going to use my tongue instead of my claws, okay?"

She nickered, a barely understandable "Yes!" mixed in with the noise, and I pulled my claws from her completely, leaving her open and inviting, dripping and hot, waiting for me.

I wasn't going to make her wait long.

I lowered my beak to her flesh, breathing in her intoxicating scent and letting her feel the heat of my breath on her flower, before repeating my actions with her teat, only this time it was her clit that I was after. She nickered and moaned, but I didn't keep it up for long, quickly moving to run my beak up and down between her lips before, without warning her, opening wide as I could to thrust my tongue into her.

She came immediately, convulsing around my tongue, her juices flowing into my beak, a musky reward I enjoyed, closing my eyes and working my tongue inside of her even as I moved my talons, one to her firm, scarred flank, the other to her teats. The nub was pinched and squeezed, her cutie mark pierced by my claws while I ravaged her insides, the greatest prey I'd even taken down, thrashing and moaning as I drove her to orgasm after orgasm without rest.

I don't know how long it was before I relented, but Rose was limp as I curled up beside her, pulling her body close to mine, her back to my chest. We were both sweaty, the air thick with her scents, heavy with the intoxicating perfume. I buried my face in her mane, ignoring my throbbing member that wanted to be buried somewhere else, pulsing between her hind legs and pressed once more against her tits. I had to wait, had to be patient...

"Ibis," Rose murmered, "I... I think I'm ready..."

My eyes open wide, I pulled my face from her mane. Had she really said that? "Ready... for what?"

She struggled a little, rolling over to look me in the eye, her face filled with love instead of lust. "For... sex..."

"Are you sure?" I asked, running my beak through her sweat-matted fringe. "Really, really sure?"

"Mmhm..." She didn't answer with words, rolling onto her belly and shakily lifting her rear into the air before giving me a pleading look, her matted tail swishing out of the way. "I... I really want to... I want... I want to be with you, Ibis..."

I replied with a kiss, not wild and energetic, but slow, deep, passionate. There was no doubt or fear in her eyes, just love, the blue-grey pools saying more than words ever could.

I got into position over her, my chest on her back, my arms keeping her in place. I ducked my head so our cheeks were touching, reassuring her, and she nuzzled me. Slowly, I pitched my hips forward, running my tip between her mounds and drawing it back slightly more each time. Rose's breathing was heavy, small gasps escaping as I neared her flower. "Is this what you really want, Rose?" I whispered, taking her hoof in my talon and squeezing it.

"Mmhm..." She nuzzled me again, panting. "Please, Ibis... I really, really want you... I... I love you, Ibis. Please do it."

I pulled back one last time, resting my tip against her entrance, her flesh hot against me. "I love you too, Rose." She was my mare, and she was offering herself to me.

I took the plunge.

She was hot. Soft and squeezing me, welcoming me like I belonged there, inside of her. Even though I'd worked on her with my claws and tongue before, she held me firm, her juices easing my passage, the obscene noises of our joining almost drowned out as we moaned in tandem.

Finally, when every inch of me was inside her, we kissed, sharing each other's bodies for the first time, not taking, but giving.

There were no words. We didn't need any. Our hearts beat as one, every pulse felt by the other.

Slowly, we rocked forwards, then back, getting into a rythym, almost parting before meeting again, wet slaps resounding with our cries and ragged breathing. We were burning up, the heat from her centre spreading to me, our bodies in sync.

She was still senstive from earlier, and I was already on the edge after so long with my face buried between her hind legs. There was no way we could last long, but every second seemed to be an eternity we were locked together.

Our slow thrusts sped up as we adjusted to the new sensations, from the slow, nervous lovemaking to more vigorous motions. Reason was lost in the throes of passion, words forgotten and replaced by whinnies and screams, growls and screeches. What had been meant to keep Rose steady turned into something more primitive, more animal, my body bearing down on hers to keep her from escaping. In return, she stood strong, refusing to be pinned, matching my movements with her own.

It was loud, it was messy, and what stood out the most was the kisses we stole in those passionate moments, sharing our love as we shared our bodies.

It was more than I'd ever hoped.

Eventually, something had to give, and I knew I was drawing close. It took everything I had to speak, to tell Rose I was going to come, but when I opened my beak her muzzle slammed into me, her tongue invading my mouth. Her walls tightened around me, her own movements growing faster and shorter, and I knew she was close as well.

Seconds later, she came with a deafening whinny and a stream of marecum that soaked the bed beneath us, her convulsions sending me over the edge, finishing inside her as the world was washed away by a blinding green light. Dimly, as I collapsed on top of Rose, I was aware of her breathing slowing, growing steady as she drifted into slumber

There was a thud from somewhere else in the room, but I couldn't stay awake, the energy stolen from me, like Luna herself had come to drag me and Rose into her realm.

My last action before Luna claimed me was to wrap my arms around Rose.

She was my mare, and I was her griffin.

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