Broken

Broken: Chapter 6

Soaking

Showers, it seemed, did little to assuage mares in heat. Following their last bout of sticky lovemaking, Lavender and Lily had retired to the shower. Whereupon Lavender made the sore mistake of turning the water on hot. He had barely tested the water's temperature when he found himself saddled with an eager, panting mare fawning over his flanks.

"L-lily! Hold on!" Lavender gasped, feeling the mare's insistent mouth opening against his flank, licking his cutie mark intimately. The pungent reek of sex was not lost in the steamy air, and he found wafting tendrils of it passing his face even now as Lily began kissing and licking all of his haunches. "What's gotten into you?!"

"It feels so hot." Lily panted between licks. "I'm on fire, Lavender. I... I need you again." She whimpered, looking up at him with those magnificent blue eyes. Lavender squirmed, trying to turn around in the relatively cramped space his tub offered him. Doing so was all for naught, though, as his shower facility was treacherously narrow with two bodies in it. Short of bucking the poor thing, he couldn't get her off of his back. And, unfortunately for his already-sore haunches, a portion of him was already enjoying the attention her tongue was lavishing on him.

"Please," Lily panted behind him. "I want you to fuck me again."

"A-alright, easy! Easy!" Lavender groaned. "Back up a bit, let's... Let's think about this for a moment." Lavender had never had any issues showering on his own, and indeed, that's all he had done in this bathroom or any other in his house. But he was beginning to see now how poorly-designed the tubs were for communal bathing. Taking a shower with a mare was probably one of the most foolish things he had done in a long while.

"How are we-"

"Like this!" Lily's mouth left him immediately, and over his flanks, he could see her adjusting. She hooked her front legs over the edge of the tub, sticking her rear out towards him invitingly. Her soaked tail flicked up over her drenched flanks, displaying her twitching cunt like a prized possession. Lavender swallowed as he realized he suddenly had enough room to turn around and face her now. With the hot water falling directly onto his tail and lower back, fucking Lily was going to be both easy and quite stimulating.

"So then I-"

"I've done this position before, with others." Lily bubbled, her rear legs quivering with the need for release. "You put your forehooves on the edge of the tub... Yup, like that." She beamed at him as he stood where she indicated. "And then you can fuck me just like that!"

"Huh. How about that." Lavender chuckled as the flared head of his cock lined up with her glistening labia, the intense heat from her flared sex flowing around his erect member like a gentle, seductive wave. "Here goes." Without really thinking about anything else, Lavender found himself within Lily once again, the mare's low moan echoing out into the tiled bathroom, drowning out even the hissing sound of water on the shower floor.

"Oh yesssss..." Lily let the last syllable out in a hiss, her eyes closing as Lavender began pumping into her delightful love cavern. Lavender himself was enraptured by the new sensation of fucking somepony while the hot water of the shower cascaded over his backside, soaking his tail and leaving it heavy enough to swing between his legs in time with the deep thrusts. The position wasn't entirely awkward, either. His hooves rested squarely on the edge of the tub, pushed firmly into the crack where they met the wall so he needn't worry about slipping or falling on Lily. And with the way she was positioned, his cock was able to glide along what would normally be the top of her vagina. He could feel his head brushing over ridges and rough patches that he had never felt before, and if Lily's reaction was any indication, he was hitting all of her buttons at once.

"Fuck me, Lavender! Fuck me harder!" Lily cried out, her head out-of-sight over the edge of the tub, but Lavender liked to imagine she was clenching her eyes, her mouth hanging open with each new hot exhalation. The tiled walls amplified Lily's voice, and soon he couldn't hear the shower at all over Lily's raw, primal cries of pleasure, or the wet squelch he heard each time his engorged member buried itself to the hilt inside of her sopping pussy.

Yet there seemed to be a dam of sorts. He had just experienced the most sexual few days of his entire life, and had reached orgasm more than recent memory could recall. And yet, for all the hot thrusting (and two screaming orgasms from Lily,) he felt no closer to his limit than when they had begun. Lily's panting had been reduced to whimpers, and he was pretty sure the poor girl was laying listlessly over the edge of the tub rather than supporting herself. Yet he pounded away at her pussy, trying his hardest to feel that building pressure; the impending sense of release that signaled his own orgasm.

It came to him, but only with great effort. He felt a tightness in his chest as the cascade of rough thrusts reached a fever pitch. Lily, on virtue of being in heat, had plenty of lubrication for him; yet he felt that if this were a normal bout of fucking (implying anything about his life was 'normal' anymore,) he'd be hurting her.

She made no indication of pain. If anything, the sporadic glances she spared him over her shoulder were encouraging, smoldering, and filled with the desire for him to keep going.

It felt almost too late to turn back. Lavender's cock plunged into her over and again, the wet slaps of their flanks meeting filling the air. He was committed to it, his hips acting almost on their own accord, despite the rising sense of fatigue he felt. Whatever pathetic technique he had was lost in favor of one more thrust, another balls-deep burial that left every last inch of his aching stallionhood wrapped up inside Lily's pulsating pussy.

"L-lavender!" Lily panted, the first vocalization she had given that wasn't an outright scream of pleasure. "Y-you're like an animal! A-are you c-close?!"

"I’m trying-!" Lavender grunted, flexing his sore length inside of her, begging for release, praying he could cum before he passed out.

"H-hold on, okay?" Lily whimpered, squirming beneath him. The last thing Lavender wanted was to stop, but she was whimpering and squirming harder now, enough to bend him uncomfortably within her. With no small amount of reluctance, he pulled out of her, watching her gaping hole close as he pulled out with a hazy sense of need still throbbing in his chest and cock.

"Lay down on your back." Lily urged, climbing fully out of the tub.

"I- what?" Lavender blinked at her. Lily just waved a hoof at the tiled floor, right in the middle of the bathroom.

"Lay down. Let me ride you. I promise, it will go faster." She purred, her half-lidded eyes betraying some truth Lavender felt he could trust her with. Awkwardly, Lavender clambered out of the tub and rolled onto his back. The cool feeling of tile against his coat shuddered through him, burning away the fatigue and leaving him feeling remarkably lucid for the moment. Lily opened the bathroom door wide, ushering in a cold wave of air to absorb much of the excess steam. He watched as she sauntered towards him, straddling his barrel with a devious look on her face.

"You've been giving me a lot of relief lately." She cooed, dropping one hoof between them to grasp his twitching member. "It's time I return the favor." He felt his cock press against her opening for barely a moment before it glided in, coaxed further by the thin layer of arousal she seemed to constantly have, and the residual water. She lowered herself onto him with a wet squelch, her dripping cunt sealed right above his testicles.

"A-ahn!" The pleasure returned in a rush, his cock buried inside of her in an entirely new fashion. Lily sat back on her haunches, her entire weight held up on his throbbing erection, it seemed. The wafting cool air washed over his damp coat, further cooling him off after being so thoroughly heated. Furthermore, each time she would lift herself partially off of him, she would pause just long enough that the cool air wafted over the surface of his cock, further sending another chill down his spine.

It was remarkable. The heat combined with the cool tile and wafting air sent Lavender to his edge faster and more efficiently than he had thought possible. The pleasure won out over soreness, and he felt his orgasm approach as quick as could be.

"L-Lily!" He panted, his hooves laying on her thighs. "G-gonna... HNN-!"

"Aahn!" Lily's spine arched, pushing him as deep into her molten center as he could be. Twitching inside of that oven-like aperture, Lavender released the largest orgasm to date. He could feel it swirl around his shaft, past the medial ring, and out of Lily's twitching cunt. She shifted with him, riding that high, and each minute pulsation of her cunt squelched ever-more cum out of her dripping labia. He surged inside of her, his cock flexing hard enough to cause a small bulge to appear in her stomach, the head of his flared erection pulsing and quivering as he ejected more sperm into the poor mare.

She hung over him, her hooves planted on the tile to either side of his head, her mouth hanging open as she panted heavily. He could feel her own sex twitching around him, a product of a mare well-satiated. Indeed, it felt as if he had fed her desires well enough, and the roaring blaze in her eyes had died down to embers.

The past few days of furious lovemaking seemed more like a dream to Lavender than anything else, but what had just transpired sent even those teenaged fantasies over the edge. He was completely spent, like he had emptied every ounce of his body’s energy into Lily’s voracious cunt. The way she had just ridden him was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and sat firmly at the forefront of his mind, reminding him of all the glorious, ache-inducing sex he had just partaken in. He felt as if he could never move from the cool tile and would die a happy stallion. But his muscles cried for rest, and he could smell the faint traces of sex wafting past his nose.

“Okay,” Lavender finally managed to sigh. “Let’s clean up for real.”

“Okay.” Lily giggled, leaning in to give him a quick kiss before she rose to her hooves. His now flaccid member slid out of her gaping canal, leaving a trail of semen in its wake. He heard the splattering sound of liquid impacting tile, drawing a slight grimace from him. He’d have to clean that up off of the floor… after he managed to return coordination to his muscles.

The latter was reluctant in coming, sadly. They had left the shower running during their endeavor, still filling the bathroom with steam and heat, though it seemed the reserves his boiler had managed to store were running thin and the open door had helped mitigate the rolling waves of steam. He slid under the spout of the lukewarm shower, sighing inwardly as tension and exhaustion gave way to pure, blissful relaxation.

“Better?” He asked Lily, who blushed and nodded faintly.

“Yes, it’s not as hard to deal with after getting fucked.” She said the words so nonchalantly, it made him wince. Rather than dig up any more of her dark past, Lavender turned his attention to hygiene, and the pressing need to clean himself.

Several minutes and half a bar of soap later, both he and Lily were clean, and while Lily toweled herself dry, he focused on cleaning the spilled semen and wiping the tile floor clean of any sweat or other liquids. All of those tasks finished, he limped into the bedroom and collapsed onto his covers, still damp from the shower.

“Ma-Lavender?” Lily’s timid voice reached him, just as he was about to slip off into dreamland.

“Hmm?” He cracked one eye at her, noting the poor mare was standing at the edge of his bed with a timid blush on her cheeks.

“I… I still don’t like sleeping alone, and after… after this, I… I’m used to my other ma… masters, uuh… sleeping with me.” She rubbed one fetlock forlornly, fixing him with a wide-eyed look of helpless pleading. “If I promise not to do anything to you, c-can I…?”

“Oh, alright.” Lavender groaned, willing one last reserve of Olympian energy to scoot over enough that she could join him. He could have sworn he heard her squeak with delight before crawling up onto his bed.

“Thank you, ma-Lavender.” She muttered, though in her tone he could hear thankfulness and relief.

“Just don’t wake me up with a blowjob again; I don’t think I could handle it.” She gave a soft giggle, but nodded nevertheless.

Sleep was almost on him when she squirmed a little, seeming to try and get comfortable. It allayed the dark embrace of rest just enough that he couldn’t quite slip off, and just as the sweet shroud of night was about to wrap around him, it happened again; this time accompanied by a soft whimper. He cracked one eye to look at her again.

“Lily?”

“Yes, Lavender?”

“Were you planning on sleeping some time soon?”

“I- yes, I was but-“ She grunted out of exasperation, and the bed was momentarily sent into tumult as she rolled over to face him directly. Again with the pleading expression and the wide, puppy eyes. She looked so guilty and embarrassed that Lavender felt a surge of pity in him, despite his best efforts to keep it quashed.

“But…?” He led into it, adding an upwards inflection to spur her on. She met his gaze intently, tears welling in her eyes.

“You’ve already done so much for me, taking me in when I was lost, and treating me so nicely… You even helped me with my heat, and you’re letting me sleep with you, and… and…” She sniffled pathetically, closing her eyes so that several tears leaked out. “I don’t want to ask anything more of you, but-“

“Enough.” Lavender slid his hooves around her immediately, cutting Lily off. She gasped as he pulled her close, laying one hoof on the back of her head, cupping her chin over his shoulder. “If you wanted me to hold you, all you had to do was ask.” He sighed, stroking that hoof through her mane gingerly. Sleep came then, stealing him away into the night, as he and Lily settled into the damp sheets. The last, whispered words she uttered didn’t jolt him awake or allay his rest; but rather shepherded him off.

“Thank you, master.”

A grey, dreary day greeted Trottingham, with a thick cloud cover obscuring all but a few rays of sunlight. The day promised rain, but the night had promised Lavender sweet rest and a wonderful waking discovery. Lily hadn’t moved an inch in his embrace, and had even slept with her head resting atop his. Save for a mild numbness in the hoof that had rested underneath her slight weight the entire night, Lavender felt incredibly rested, and even a little more happy than recent memory had served.

She was like a blanket of sorts, and still radiated sweet warmth against the bitter bite of morning air. Lavender inhaled the scent of her mane, smelling water and soap, with just the slightest undertone of a mare’s scent. The pervasive rank of heat no longer filled his nostrils, and Lily appeared to be resting peacefully, her chest rising and falling smoothly as she nuzzled atop him.

He didn’t want to disturb her, so he closed his eyes and gingerly stroked her mane, enjoying the lazy moments with her pressed against him tenderly. Her heat appeared to have passed, and the remnant soreness in his crotch thanked him for that relief. Instead, Lavender laid underneath Lily, allowing her a few more blissful minutes’ rest before they had to rise and face the day. It was, after all, only Thursday for him. He made an attempt to slip out from underneath her, but in doing so inadvertently roused Lily from her own slumber.

“Hmmn, Master…?” She muttered, stirring atop him. Lavender grimaced at the title, but nevertheless pulled back to look in her face.

“Good morning, Lily. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, I did,” Lily blushed as she realized her own slip, looking away from him embarrassedly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you… you know…”

“It’s okay.” Lavender assured her, pulling away so that they simply laid side-by-side. “To be perfectly honest, I, uuh… Well, it doesn’t bother me the way I thought it would. Not anymore.” He rolled away and off of the bed, shaking his mane and tail out. Sleeping on them wet had proved disastrous, though as he worked a brush through the uncooperative strands, he found himself smiling at the thought.

’At least they were rumpled for good reason.’

“Lavender?” Lily hardly whispered his name, though he turned to face her nevertheless. She was still curled up on his bed, though her head was raised towards him with a solemn, sad expression.

“Yes? What is it?”

“I…” Lily chewed her lower lip, looking down at her curled hooves and then back up at him. “I’m sorry for the past few days. It must have been a burden on you, having to deal with me all the time.”

“It certainly was difficult at first,” Lavender chuckled, pulling the brush through his tail one last time before walking towards her. She quivered a bit as he lifted the brush towards her, but immediately sagged with relief as he passed the bristles through her own unkempt mane. “But I’d like to think you’ve paid me back by now.”

“Thank you, again, for saying that… I know I’m being foolish, but I can’t help but feel as if I’m a burden to you.”

“Hardly,” Lavender chuckled again, gingerly pulling at a slight knot in her mane. “I’ve never been terribly fortunate with mares. Nevertheless, you’ve taken my virginity, and showed me a few things I’d otherwise not have known.” His voice turned more melancholy, and the brush slowed its passes through her long hair. “That’s a very poor way of looking at it, but I suppose you could justify your staying here with that.”

“Well…” Lily blushed, nuzzling his cheek tenderly. “I hope I can stay and teach you a few more things…?”

“… I would like that very much.” Lavender kissed her cheek.

Inside, he was torn. One nagging thought buried itself into his consciousness, filling him with equal amounts of guilt and avarice.

’You’re damn right you’re staying here. I paid two hundred bits for you.’

The sky matched his mood as Lavender left his home. Lily had promised she would keep the blinds drawn and the door locked, but would busy herself with cleaning. She had said that in addition to cooking, her previous masters had taught her how to clean as well. Lavender pointed out the closets with rags and solvents, and she had set to work immediately. With the promise of a meal as soon as he came home that evening and a clean home, he left to work.

But that wasn’t why he felt dark and moody. The ever-present ache in his loins had not abated, and if anything had grown more intense as he walked to the office. Furthermore, that thought still plagued him, nagging at the back of his mind.

’I bought her. I actually, truly paid money for another pony… My motives aside, I’ve done it. I bought a slave.’ His mind was waging war against himself, half vying to tear him to shreds with guilt for doing such a horrific thing, and the other half telling him it was a good thing, that this was beneficial. Lily was happy, he was happy, Silver was happy… They were all happy.

The battle raged on as he stepped through the front door, only to be greeted by Silver.

“Good morning, Lavender. Glad you made it in today.” She seemed awfully cheery. Too cheery. Lavender’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, and he cast a quick glance at the receptionist, who hastily returned to reading her magazine.

“Glad to be here. Did you have something to talk to me about?” He arched an eyebrow, giving a faint nod towards her office.

“Yes, actually, I did. But, oh shoot.” She looked up at the clock on the wall, frowning intently at it. “I forgot I have an appointment in a few minutes. Why don’t we meet for lunch?”

“That sounds fine. The usual place, then?”

“No, let’s mix it up a bit.” She waved him off, her eyes meeting his once more. Though there was something to them, and intense cast that he found sent shivers down his spine. “Just meet me out front at eleven thirty. We’ll go from there.”

“Alright,” Lavender gave a stoic nod, glancing once more at the receptionist. This time, she made a poor show of hiding her glances behind the pages of the magazine. “See you then.”

“Ciao!” Silver’s cheery tone betrayed the cast of her face. Something was wrong. Something was seriously wrong! Lavender trotted into the Trottingham Observer’s office , smiling at his peers and co-workers, but hiding a dark feeling and more anxiety than he thought possible. A million thoughts raced through his head, and he prayed to the stars above everything was going alright; that Silver’s serious tone was only a product of his imagination, or that the New Lunar Republic was waiting for him in his office, ready to take him out on sight.

That his coffee wasn’t poisoned.

Grimacing, he left the small pot in his office off, and sat on his chair before his typewriter.

’Please, for the love of everything under the sky… let this just be my imagination…

Luna’s moon, my balls hurt.’