Broken

Broken: Chapter 5

Sweet Release

Their lips met in a hot embrace, Lavender having surrendered at last to his basic desires. Lily gave a thin whimper from her throat, but didn't pull away or shrink back. If anything, she met him with just as much gusto and eagerness as he was showing. Her mouth opened immediately, and Lavender felt the slippery surface of her tongue seeking entrance.

'Who am I to say no?' Lavender's own mouth opened, bidding her do as she pleased, and the way her tongue surged forth was shocking. Lavender's eyes snapped open as her tongue seemed to fill his mouth, alive and writhing, and oh so very hot. She exuded heat from the surface of her tongue, that slippery little appendage curling and wrapping around his own in a surprising display of oral dexterity. She pulled no blows, her tongue betraying her intent as she began dancing with his own.

Lavender felt a dull haze settle over his senses. Lily's undulations became less sharp and more unfocused. He couldn't tell the specific motions as much as he could the general idea of what she was trying to do. He felt drunk. His body acted on its own accord, joining Lily's in the oral dance, swirling about her mouth and back into his own in an intricate exchange that left him harder than diamond and eager to move forward.

The haze intensified until Lavender's thoughts dulled over. He knew one thing only in that moment, and that was his desire to have this mare before him. The kiss ended with a thick strand of saliva stretching between their mouths, their heavy breath trying hard to catch up with the lack of oxygen. Lily's breath washed over his muzzle, smelling not unlike his own musk; a residual effect from that morning's wakeup call, he was sure. In a way, it smelled not unlike her own scent, and that only helped compound his desire.

Lavender curled his hoof around Lily's, drawing her back and into the bedroom. She took the lead from there, sweeping past him. In her sillage, Lavender could smell lust. There was an underlying scent of something else there, too. The tang of a primal hunger. Lily padded to the bed, but instead of hopping up onto it as he had expected, she sprawled her torso out on it, leaving her hind legs on the floor. He was entranced as she wasted no time, flipping her tail up and over her back, exposing herself to him completely.

She was gorgeous. Everything, from the dock of her tail and the tight little pucker of her anus to the dripping extremes of her pubis, Lavender could see it all. Her clitoris winked at him, coaxing even more of the ever-present fluid of arousal. The smell washed over him, leaving a pressure behind; a vacuum that he felt compelled to fill. It beckoned him in, the winking of her clitoris looking not unlike a beckoning hoof.

His hardness became unbearable. The throbbing ache in his stallionhood begged for attention; for relief. He had felt it before, in the teenage flights of masturbatory fantasy that had occupied his mind, even now up into his mid-twenties. Lavender was dying for release, and if the pounding in his crotch was to be believed, that death would come from cardiac arrest. He watched, transfixed, as one of Lily's fore hooves slid down her barrel, sandwiching between her thighs and manipulating her swollen clitoris.

"Alright, Lily," Lavender panted, slowly walking towards her. Each new step solidified his resolve, made him even more sure of his actions. By the time he had reached her, there was no turning back. Never mind that this was his first time, forget the circumstances, Lavender was sold. It was as good as done.

His fore hooves indented the sheets on either side of Lily's hips, lifting him up above her. Looking down, he could see the glistening perineum of her vagina, and the tight ridged hole of her anus, both pulsing in time. The head of his own desire hovered a mere inch away, oozing pre onto the floor. He watched, transfixed, as she beckoned him closer, her hips pushing outward to meet the flared head of his cock.

Pressure. Lavender felt it build against his head, bowing the shaft of his penis as it built up, a product of the involuntary movements of his hips and hers. Lily's damp labia spread for him, opening to his head, urging him inside.

It happened in a flash. Lavender grunted as he slid into her, an erotic, slick noise emanating from their final joining. Lily's own guttural groan joined his, and he noticed her torso writhing on the bed. She pawed at the sheets, mewling faintly.

"A-are you okay?"

"Yes!" Lily answered in a hot exhalation, flipping her mane over her shoulder as she looked back at him. Her eyes were aflame with desire, boring straight into his own with intensity. Lavender saw something in those eyes, something familiar and entirely welcome.

He saw himself.

"Buck me, Lavender." Lily panted, her tongue hanging out of her mouth. She drooled listlessly onto the covers, but the upholstery was the last of his worries. Lavender obliged as his animalistic logic dictated. His cock glided into Lily, parting her walls until he felt he could push no more. A pressure built on the knotted ring of his cock, making his vision swim and his vision enter a long, narrow tunnel. Lily cried out once more, her back arching away from the covers as she thrust her hips back against him. The pressure released, replaced instead by the warmest, most wet feeling of his entire life.

He was wrapped inside of her, surrounded on all sides by Lily's slick, pulsating walls. She flexed her abdominal muscles, straightening his cock out and coaxing a whinny from him. Lavender leaned forwards, nipping at the base of Lily's mane, seeking something; anything to put in his mouth. His teeth clamped around her neck, giving a gentle tug even as his tongue spilled onto the skin, drooling onto her coat directly. The taste of her flesh and the tangy underlying hint of fear drove him on. He was sheathed inside of her, down to the base of his cock.

His hips moved of their own accord. The gliding sensation of sliding into and out of Lily's soaked walls was as new and interesting as the insertion. Lavender panted against her neck, grunting as his testicles swung up underneath her, slapping her clitoris with a wet noise. Lily was incredibly vocal, crying out underneath him, everything from thin, pained whimpers to full-bodied cries of orgasmic bliss. Lavender wouldn't have noticed, but her walls clamped down on his invading member, squeezing him, milking the experience for all it was worth.

Lost in the animalistic haze of copulation, Lavender's orgasm came upon him suddenly. The building sense of pressure didn't last long at all, and when it came to, he felt his strength leave him. The whinnying, jerking thrusts he gave as his seed poured into Lily's vagina were spasmodic, and her weak moans betrayed just how far gone she was.

Lavender slid out, pulling a fair bit of goopy, white cum with him. He landed on his flanks, hooves behind him, panting heavily.

'What just happened?' Lavender thought to himself, watching Lily's pulsating cunt ooze her own feminine arousal and his milky cum in equal measure. It dribbled down her thighs, and pooled on the floor underneath her haunches. Stray strands had landed on the hanging portion of the blanket, the covers rumpled where her hooves had indented them.

A sense of dread and worthlessness began to descend on Lavender when he realized what he had done, and Lily's listless body wasn't moving save to breathe deeply. He was just about to put his head in his hooves and cry when her words came to him.

"Thank you, Lavender."

"What?"

Lily pushed herself up on her forelegs, her tail draping back over her messy haunches. She looked back at him, a smile on her lips.

"Thank you." She turned about, landing before him with a sure step. She paced over to him, her eyes flickering down to his deflating member only briefly before she met his eyes. "I really needed that. It felt like I was going mad."

"I-"

"Shh," She urged him, putting a hoof on his lips. "Relax. I... I think I know why you were so hesitant." Her tone sobered the mood immediately. Reason and compassion returned to Lavender as his heart slowed down, pumping blood more evenly into his system. He felt weak, and a little shaky, but some of the stress was gone. His mounting headache had subsided, and he couldn't help but smile up at the gorgeous mare.

"Why's that?"

"Because you're a good pony." Lily said simply, smiling warmly at him. "You didn't want to take advantage of me, A... A worthless, used-up mare..." She sighed, though a faint smile remained on her lips. "You're a good pony, Lavender. I'm glad it was your home that I found myself in."

Lavender wound his hooves around her, pulling the poor thing into a simple, warm embrace. She collapsed into it, the strength gone from her legs, her eyes brimming with tears. He stroked her mane as she began sobbing into his neck, her hooves slowly winding their way around him. She clung to him, holding on like a drowning pony would cling to flotsam. As he consoled her, a fire was stoked in his gut, and not the kind he had felt just a few moments prior.

This was anger.

"I'm going to find who did these things to you, Lily... And I will make them pay."

"Well, well, well." Silver was waiting inside the newspaper's front doors, leaning against the receptionist's counter with a smug smile on her face. "Somepony made it in before lunch."

"Hey, even we have work to do." Lavender gave her a genuine smile; the kind he would typically only give her when they were alone. Inside these doors, Lavender was a soldier, and the ground floor of cubicle offices and frantic ponies trying hard to make their way up the ladder he was so familiar with was the battleground. His smiles were typically reserved and slimy, the kind that a lawyer would give to their client to fool them into shoveling their bits over.

That morning, however, he had much more than bits to smile about. Silver watched in a stunned silence as he skipped past, though she started when a small package pressed against her foreleg. Wrapped in Lavender's signature silvery glow, she took it. Under a thin layer of wrapping paper was a small pouch of coins and a long, thin box from a chocolate shop.

"Lily, I dunno what you did, but remind me to thank you." Silver shook her head and took her package into her office, while Lavender emerged onto the battlefield with a skip in his step and a warm smile.

"Heya Lav!"

"Lavender! You're back!"

"Feeling better?" Ponies called out left and right, and he greeted them all with a miniscule wave or a warm smile.

"Never better! Just had a bit of a cold was all. I slept in this morning." He explained to the journalists nipping at his hooves like so many piranhas begging for food. He knew, he had been in their positions just a few short years ago. Now, he was in his office, and he wasn't going anywhere. Since that stressful weekend, he hadn't done any work. Today, he had to play catch-up.

The relative silence of his office was a welcome one. Outside of that mahogany door, ponies bustled to and fro, answering calls, leaving to chase leads, or typing furiously on typewriters. All of that came to him as a thin racket, a drone not unlike the clopping of hooves on cobblestone in a busy street. It was a soundtrack to him, a serenade sung by a long-missed mistress.

"I love my job." Lavender grinned, sitting at his desk and laying his hooves on the typewriter.

A typical day in his life consisted of Lavender waking, drinking his cursory pot of coffee, going to work, and coaxing the city's socialites to tear each other limb from limb. He was a gossip columnist, and if he wasn't chasing down one of his juicy stories, he was creating them here in his office. Long ago, he had been the one to peruse the city streets, stalking socialites and prominent government figures as they went about their day (or evening, as it were.) His lifeblood lay in the back-alley transactions, the smoky nightclubs that the governor's aide was seen swaggering out of, or the cheap inn across town that had seen too many unfaithful celebrities' vows broken. His hard work earned him five bits per morsel, more if the story was particularly juicy.

Now, it was him paying the bits for the info. He had a stack of notes in his inbox, each of them dated and signed, with a small paragraph or sometimes two of juicy information. Depending on how good they were, he would 'embellish' on them, then send the completed story up the chain. More often than not, his stories made the daily news, with a healthy portion of the Sunday column bearing his signature slander.

He was not a very popular pony. Even among his own office, Lavender was seen as more of a necessary evil than anything else. Trottingham ponies were typically very closeted; they wanted to read about their nice or nephew's school play and how the 'darling little foals were just adorable in their little outfits,' or hear about the latest stock show that had come through town... But since its inception, the gossip column had been the focal point of the Trottingham Observer. Sales had increased dramatically, and while many of the columnists wanted nothing more than to attend one boring play and give their dissertation per week, the ponies of Trottingham wanted gossip.

And Lavender was nothing if not forthcoming. His meteoric rise to the daily columnist was the product of some admittedly under-hooved slander, a well-placed bribe or two, and a work ethic for uncovering the dirty secrets of Trottingham that would make any other pony cringe. Even now as he shuffled through the notes, he got a thrill at seeing the names and deeds that had allegedly happened in his absence.

"Ooh! Looks like the Mayor went out for a few drinks after our little interview yesterday..." Lavender grinned as a candid photograph of the Mayor, his coat frumpy and his mane matted with what could be assumed to be ale, lifting one hoof joyously to the sky while the other draped over a very disgruntled-looking Pestle Stone. "This ought to get you back for putting us on the spot." Lavender grinned and began creating a story around the photograph, embellishing a few details here and there, never straying too far from the truth, but certainly making it much more interesting to read than the typical fodder their humble paper produced.

By the end of the day, Lavender had written three column's worth of gossip-worthy material, and had kept the notes to distribute payment accordingly. To the mare who had snapped the photo of the mayor, he paid ten bits. The other two received five and six respectively, mainly because the one bit had been about one of the touring actresses in this week's rendition of 'Haylet.' He found it to be tragically over-blown, but ponies loved to see the macabre drama at least once a year. Gossip about the theatre was always welcome.

He sent all three articles up for editing, and left for home. Silver had already left, which was a bit disappointing since he was eager to ask how she liked his recent gift. Bidding farewell to the receptionist, Lavender made his way home instead. The mid-evening sun beat down on his flanks, burning away the residual humidity from the last few damp days, making him feel nice and warm inside. The birds were tweeting sweetly, and indeed, everything seemed to be going well.

Never mind the mounting dread that inside his home was a mare still in heat. Leaving that morning had been an ordeal, as shortly after they had cleaned up their morning dalliance, Lily had fawned over him, begging for another. Lavender may have been a virgin just that morning, but he wasn't letting that go to his head. His endurance was less than stellar, even when compared to other unicorns. He doubted he'd have been able to deliver, so he had left Lily in favor of going to work.

Now, as he approached the front door of his home, a faint sense of dread washed over him. Would he be ready for what lay inside? Could he handle Lily? Or would she buck him into unconsciousness?

Only one way to tell.

"Lily, I'm home!" He slipped inside and closed the door behind him, throwing the lock for an extra measure. He had maybe one second's peace before she was on him, tackling him bodily to the foyer's floor.

"Welcome home, Lavender!" She bubbled, rubbing her cheek against his lovingly. That would have been a welcome gesture, were it not for her dripping marehood grinding against his hind legs.

"Lily," Lavender said with a measured, even tone. "Please let me get up."

"Oh! Right!" She bounded up, bouncing happily on her hooves, looking at him with bright, glimmering eyes. In the absence of her face and mane, Lavender was struck by the scent of her. She was still in heat, and by the pungent rank of it, hotter and heavier than before. He fought to keep his own desires in check as he stowed his briefcase and righted himself. "Did you have a good day at work?" She bubbled, standing close enough that he could feel the swishing edge of her tail, which appeared to be twitching spasmodically. Her hind legs, he saw, weren't bobbling as much from energetic excitement as they were from quivering anticipation.

"I did," Lavender swallowed hard, trying to breathe through his mouth as much as he could. Still, the wafting scent of her heat was pervasive. 'Reminder: buy some bloody candles.' He grimaced to himself as he made for the kitchen. Much to his surprise, a different sort of heat greeted him. The stove was burning at full intensity, with several bubbling pots and pans perched atop it. "What... Oh, right, you can cook."

"I thought you'd like some food when you got home!" Lily bubbled, sweeping past him. Perhaps it was intentional, or maybe accidental, but her tail swept across his flank as she passed, sending a shuddering jolt through him. Her scent followed, mingling in with the delightful smell of marinara and... oregano?

"Are you making Neightalian?"

"It's most of what I know how to cook," Lily nodded, clutching a wooden spoon in her teeth to stir around one of the bubbling pots. He saw with a faint smile as she drew the spoon up there were long strands of pale-colored angel hair in the water. She pawed one of them away from the others, still steaming, and popped it into her mouth. "Another couple of minutes." She surmised, going back to stirring the pasta.

'You know, heat aside, this really isn't a bad arrangement.' Lavender smiled as he turned out of the kitchen, moving to the study opposite the foyer. She either didn't hear him leave, or was too focused on the meal. He slid up to his desk with a faint sigh and a warm smile, his horn glowing to open one of the drawers. Inside was a well-worn journal he had kept since he began his career as a journalist. Horn glowing, he decided it was time to catch up on recent events.

Journal of Lavender Sky, Entry 479:

The damndest thing happened to me...

Dinner was, thankfully, a quiet affair. Lily ate alongside him, remaining uncharacteristically silent despite the pervasive scent still wafting through the air. Lavender did his best to ignore the teasing tendrils of mare's arousal, and thanks to the robust and tangy marinara, avoided jumping the poor thing halfway through their dinner. He even made it past cleaning the plates and silverware before the struggle began.

The sun had set over the horizon, leaving only a thin mantle of dark purple behind as evidence of the day's passing. The lights in his house were mostly on, many of them turned down low to avoid straining his usually-sensitive eyesight. The low, sultry lighting did little to distract him from Lily, and if anything made it more difficult to avoid looking at her. The low tone highlighted her white mane, framing her in a silvery glow about her head and haunches. She appeared to be sweating a little, either as product of her heat, or spending time slaving over the stove with mouth-held utensils. Either way, her coat was matted down and shone with a thin layer of liquid in several places, growing damper and more dark the closer to her thighs it became.

The scent was much more intrusive now, floating through the air on a wave so potent it dulled Silver's sense immediately. He had lost control of his erection a while ago, his arousal hanging shamelessly between his hind legs. It made moving more difficult, but he tried to distance himself from her respectively. The journal entry he had made needed review, as he'd been distracted by her announcing dinner. But the moment he slipped into his study, she came with him, 'innocently' perusing the shelves of books. Of course, she just had to look over the ones directly opposite him, her haunches swaying back and forth, causing her tail to swing aside and reveal teasing, tantalizing fractions of her glistening marehood.

Lavender was having such a time restraining himself that he failed to realize one of his hooves idly rubbing along the shaft of his erection.

"Rrgh. Damnit." He chided himself, tearing his gaze away from her. That didn't help, though. Without the product before him, his mind's eye went rampant, taking the alluring sight of her and doing some truly despicable things to it. He saw her spread out beneath him, panting and eager, marehood lathered with arousal and shot through with sticky white strands of cum-

"RRGH! I can't take it anymore! Lily, come here." Lavender dashed over to her, herding the poor mare out of his study and towards the stairs with a less-than-friendly series of magical pushes and flank-nudges. The latter of which only served to betray how badly she was quivering, and how hot her skin was. She was on fire! It was like touching a radiator that had been spooled up for hours, making Lavender wonder if he would burn himself staying in contact with her for too long. Lily just giggled and went along, having a hard time mounting the stairs thanks to her twitching behind.

Lavender just grasped her in his levitation, hauling the poor thing up to his room. Lily smiled at him gratefully as he set her on the carpet, but that smile quickly turned smoldering when she spotted his arousal, thick and drooling pre, hanging just between his legs.

"I want you, Lavender." She whimpered, opening her hooves towards him. "Please, Lavender, I need you."

"Yeah." Lavender grunted thinly, too caught up in the smell and sight of her to even begin thinking about how he wanted to go about this. Last time, she had presented herself to him. But this time, she walked straight towards him, her hooves open as if for a hug. He obliged her, wrapping his forelegs around her, embracing the mare sweetly. Her mouth plastered against his own, her tongue already seeking entrance. She managed to drool against his lips for a few moments before he opened them, the cool strand of saliva dripping down his chin and into the coat of his neck. The hug titled over until Lily stretched out on her back, but their hooves kept them close enough to one another that the kiss was not broken.

It seemed his prayers had been answered for him. Lavender stood between Lily's spread thighs, feeling the heat radiating off of her soaked cunt and onto his pulsing shaft. He oozed pre onto her stomach, staining the already sweat-lathered strands of her coat even further.

"Please." Lily panted against his mouth. "Please fuck me."

Lavender couldn't think straight anymore. He couldn't even formulate words. Positioning himself against her, he felt those magnificent lips part, bidding him entrance. Groaning from his throat, Lavender felt his cock sink into her, passing over her walls with an ease that betrayed her heat. She was absolutely soaked downstairs, and as he pulled halfway out, glistening strands of her arousal stretched from her labia to the base of his cock, swinging lewdly before breaking off to fall into her splayed tail. She cried out underneath him, her forelegs tightening hard enough to lift her shoulder from the floor.

Lavender settled into a deep, easy pace, exhaling soft grunts through his nose each time he drove into her. Lily alternated between breathy cries and sloppy kisses. She was losing her own sense of coordination, he could tell, as she would sometimes resort to sloppily licking his muzzle, or even just wagging her tongue in the air. Lavender panted hotly, his mouth hanging open above hers to facilitate either another wet, saliva- filled kiss, or the heavy breathing he felt compelled to do to keep up with the pace of his faster thrusting.

He had lost himself in her. The thrusts came faster and harder, driving himself in to his testicles, or rocking the hard ring around the middle of his cock into and out of her gaping vagina. Lily screamed three times, her walls clenching down on him, milking his cock, dousing her tail with more feminine arousal. It might have been three minutes or three years before Lavender came, but when he did, he lost all control. Each new thick spurt of arousal made him drive into her, pumping those strands as deep as he could go. After four or five of those, however, he felt the need to withdrawal. The pumping strands that came after that were deposited in her vaginal cavity, or in the case of the last three, onto her stomach and thighs.

He stepped back, surveying the damage. Lily lay on her back, spread-eagle, panting heavily in the aftermath. Maybe it was the heat radiating from her, or maybe it was just Lavender's romanticized brain, but he could imagine a faint steam rising off of her thighs, which were dripping with her own clear fluid, and his own creamy spunk. The smell of both their exertion filled the air. Lavender realized that if Silver were to walk in, she'd comment on the smell surpassing that of even the rankest whorehouse.

Yet through it all, Lily smiled up at him. Her thighs had stopped quivering, and her clitoris was no longer winking at him. Sated for now, Lily rolled to her hooves and stood, her tail covering her messy holes.

"Come on, Lily." Lavender groaned, feeling his own member recede back into its sheath. "Let's take a shower."