Chaos is Cherry Ice Cream and Bathtubs

Chapter Two:
Being a Bit Sweet

Magically grasping the locking mechanisms of the large reinforced door leading to the holding pens; I couldn’t help but brace myself. A grown mare, scared of these…creatures when every other mare seemed to be so heated to bed them. Bits though, so aptly was I named by my dear conniving mother, overpowered my fear enough to sell the beasts. Provided the steel cages held them and Plum managed the caretaking.

“I truly can’t believe am doing this,” I let out a small huff and push the unlocked barrier open. Tentatively trotting into the one space on my train that I hadn’t seen since the unscrupulous salesmare sold it to us. Thankfully the cages where unnaturally quite for some reason, I thought these things where always making some sort of noise, as I made my way down to my destination. There, halfway down the modest space of our cargo hold rested his cage. I stopped just outside the tempered steel bars and regarded him for what seemed the first time. He hadn’t noticed my presence, or didn’t seem to care, as he continued to feast on a large plate of, eggs? Oh Plum, we don’t have the budget to be feeding these things...wait, my mind stopped as I watched him pick up the glass of orange juice next to his plate and take a drink before carefully setting it back down.

“What,” I gasped out before my hoof could come up to silence my muzzle. He stopped eating for a moment and simply just looked up offering a broad smile before going about finishing his meal.

“What, what are you,” I leaned in closer to the bars and watched as he carefully finished off what remained on his plate. No barbaric displays of grunts, flying food stuff, and aggression noted that even the most highly trained beast usually seemed to exhibit while eating. Letting out a satisfied burp on the last bite of Plum’s provided meal he carefully picked up the plate, stood up, and walked it over before setting it down to the side of the bars gate. Standing in front of me he offered a happy grunt and waved.

“I-I,” regrettably squeaking out a small surprised gasp I fell back unto my hind legs. He chuckled and sat down himself, slightly back from the bars, while keeping that –I swear on Luna’s moon- friendly smile.

“What are you,” I repeated while starring into those bright shining eyes. What happened next, I scarcely could believe. He shrugged! Deep curiosity overpowered any last vestiges of fear left in my mind as I found myself unlocking his cage door with my horn. He let out a small gasp as the magical glow emanated out and encased the locking mechanism. Scooting back from the door, his eyes seemed to only show wonder and not fear as I easily swung the heavy steel gate open.

“I take it you’ve never seen magic before,” I let out a quite laugh while trotting in and sitting myself down –a few safe paces away from him. Again he surprised me by nodding his head and pointing at my horn.

“What, my horn,” I reach up and tap a hoof gently to the still sensitive bone. “I am a unicorn after all.” Staring in wonder he approached me slowly from a passive prone position, was he aware of my nervousness? Sitting himself down just meer inches from myself, he pointed at my horn and then the nearby discarded plate.

“You want me to,” I laugh out freely this time and quickly grasp the plate –Plum that was my good china!- in my hold. Levitating it slowly up into the air I did a few old magical kindergarten movements by coasting through the air around him. His eyes watched the plate with an almost foal like fascination, broken only by a few grunts of surprise; I couldn’t help it as I put on a bit more of an exaggerated show. Flying the plate –carefully since it was one of my favorites- I performed a few circling rolls and dips as it sailed quickly around the confined space. So distracted by his rather cute fascination and occasional laugh, I failed to notice he had not only moved closer but his hand reaching out for my still channeling horn.

“Ah,” the sheer pleasurable shock from the magical connection to his core shook me but there was something more; something I never felt before. My magic seemed to leap from my horn and seek down into a space in him. His grip tightened as a loud moan escaped from his lips as well. My hind legs began to tremble uncontrollably as the connection went deeper into his being.

“Uh, what, ah, what is happening,” The cursed heat I tried so hard to contain everyday flared like a Celestial morning inside me as the connection continued farther. My thoughts became muddled as I was scarcely aware of the pleasure that began leaking out from my marehood and onto the dirty hay covered floor. A voice, strangely soothing and yet entirely something malicious in nature echoed deeply in my lust fogging mind.

Oh what fun little friend, yes, feed my dear boy but worry not for the product is only the freedom of unbridled joy.

The connection finally hit its mark as my mind erupted into a field of orgasmic colors. The forgotten plate, still held shakily in the air, came crashing down and shattered against the floor.

“Ah,” my marehood poured out on clenching muscles as the floor coated in my slick pleasure. Looking up with glazed vision, I saw Stallion shaking while an unnaturally large amount of his seed shot from his large flailing penis. Falling back down from its high arcs and covering my pristinely cared for white coat his cum leaving large soon to be crusty globs all over it.

“My, my magic,” I moaned out weakly against my quickly draining strength. I tried in vain to collect the shattered remains of my mother’s china but with every attempt only another burst of pleasure racked my body.

“PLUM,” I wailed out on the last ebbs of my strength as the world twisted and swirled in my vision. Shuddering on the final shreds of my energy I collapsed against the soiled hay covered floor.

“Mmm, URRGH,” Stallion’s eyes emitted a small glow of pink light before he fell apparently unconscious.

“Ah done told ya he was something special,” Plum stood at the entrance to the holding pens with a smirk plastered across her smug muzzle. She quickly trotted past the equally stunned creatures as they cowered back in their cells to Stallion’s display.

“But no, ya’ll were like: Ah say Plum that there can’t possibly be true,” She chuckled and moved over to my prone form. “Well, what’cha think about Stallion now, ain’t lying was Ah?”

“Plumy,” I weakly gasp up, “Please just help me back to the bed.”

“Well now, Ah don’t know…Ah just got clean mahself, an ya look rather sticky.”

“Plum.”

“Alright, alright, ya’ll just look so cute down there like that is all,” Her strong Earth pony legs carefully picked me up and slung me over her back. “Something else, ain’t he?”

“Yes Plum, we need time to talk this over and try and figure this out.” I let out a weak gasp as the world wavered and dimmed slightly. “But it will have to wait until I regain my-,” the interior shuddered and enveloped into blackness.

“Bit,” Ah looked back over mah shoulder ta see her passed out. A small stream of drool leaking from her smiling muzzle on cute lil mummers as Ah watched. “Shoot, Ah say we keep ‘em but that’s just me.” Ah trotted back towards the room to drop mah Bit on the bed and cuddle till she woke.

Pop, the sharp echoing snap of the sudden teleportation spell woke me. I gazed around blearily into the darkened room before the past events flooded back to my mind.

“Plum,” I turned towards the warm feeling pressed up against my trunk.

“Mgh, five more,” she muttered and rolled over at least releasing her snuggle hold on me.

“Honestly,” I shrug off trying to wake her and tentatively try a minor light spell. Letting out a few random sparks my horn finally erupted into a soft glow that dimly lit our sleeping quarters.

“Thank the Goddesses, I don’t know what I would’ve done.” Shaking my head, I focus at the still glowing scroll as the last of the residual magic faded off into space; the large official Canterlot Registration office seal glimmering in the pale magic.

“We’re not expecting anything from the office,” I encase my newly regained magic around it as it hovers quickly to me. “Why I sent off all the current specimen papers almost two full moons ago and the only new…” My blood ran cold as the sudden realization crossed into my no longer sleep clouded mind. “Bit, you official by the books control mare; tell me you didn’t,” I gulp and unfurl the scroll to read what I dread would be written in her controlled magical scrawl.

Canterlot Department of Requisition

Handler Third Class Plum Orchard,

We are pleased to receive your newest request for registration and have already forwarded the form to the Manehatten office for filing. The office extends its eagerness to participate in the auction sale of one: Stallion and politely reminds you of its fair fifteen percent commission fee. As per protocol, I am required to remind you that registrations are deemed official and non-consent of sale at this juncture are grounds for official inquiry.

Thank you for your time in this matter,

Quill Feather, Magistrate of Royal Records and Registration.

“Buck me for being so foolish,” I moaned out loudly into the dark.

“Wah, did ya’ll just admit ta being wrong at something,” Plum sat upright suddenly and stared at me in the shimmering magical light.

“Why am I not surprised in that’s what wakes you,” I huff out and hold up the scroll. “Plumy, we have a problem.”

“What ya talking about, Sweet.” Plum shook her head slightly and got steadily to her hooves. “What’s that scroll,” she questioned while trotting over to peer at it. I raised the intensity of the spell till the whole room belied daylight instead of early morning.

“Ya’ll can’t be serious,” Plum whispered out reading the official ink. “When did ya send out the report?”

“I don’t know,” hanging my head down, “I believe it was just before I left to investigate your claims.” Closing my eyes I continued, “Its second nature for me to just… to think that I’ve condemned him to that bloody auction and those perverted mares.”

“Well now, can’t we just pull him by making something up?”

“No, Plum,” I look up with threatening tears welling in my eyes, “Don’t you remember the Cotton Fancy fiasco?”

“Oh, ya’ll mean when she done tried to hide that one she almost bucked to death.”

“Yes,” a small tear fell from my cheek and dripped to the floor, “Cotton was a handler and she did that…imagine what those mares might do to him.” I hiccupped out a sob. “The only bucking reason the office will investigate us is because of damaged profit margins from of loss of sale.”

“So, what’cha think we should do, Bit,” Plum trotted over and held me into her soft fur. “Ya’ll know I like em and I couldn’t live with mahself knowing we wronged him.” A free hoof came up and stroked my mane gently. “Stallion is special, Tartaris knows even Ah can see that,” Plum leaned in and kissed my lips before breaking our embrace. "Ya'll are one of the smartest ponies Ah know Bit, help him."

“Your right,” wiping away my muzzle I stared back at her with renewed conviction, “He isn’t just some sub-beast and we can’t let it end like this after what I’ve seen him do.”

“So, Ya’ll got a plan already, huh?” Plum offered a kind smile.

“Yes Plumy, ah do,” kissing her passionately the heat that had been strangely absent came back with a dull roar but the embers that sparked it weren’t from uncontrolled lust and I knew it. “However, I feel the need to make it up to him and say goodbye; my love.”

“Ha, ya’ll want me ta go and collect our Stallion then?”

“Yes Plumy, and have the staff prepare a large breakfast cart with the bottle we’ve been saving.”