In the Air Tonight

*Trigger Warning* There's Clop. *Trigger Warning*

Adagio had noticed over the next few days how Dave had went out of his way to try and make her feel more included in everything he was doing. She understood what he was doing, and she was thankful. While she didn’t want to admit it that other stallion’s words did hurt. She felt confident that her kind, the ponies, would have at least been a bit more tolerant and accepting of somepony like Dave. Granted, she wasn’t the best example of a good pony, but even she knew that a pony was judged not on what they looked like, but instead of what they were like. It was their actions that told the kind of pony they were.

Dave, dave was a good pony. And right now, as she helped work the mold for the statue they were making she felt so much pride. She also tried to keep her work focused so that her heat wasn’t as bad. She still wanted to find some relief, but doing this, working on this statue, keeping at it for hours, it was helping. At first she considered locking herself up, but where would she do that? It wasn’t like they had a separate room for her to go into. They were separated by a sheet. If she tried to simply wait it out there was no doubt that she would end up giving in to her urges. She didn’t need to do that.

So, she worked on the statue. A special order statue. From what Dave has told her, the statue needed to be eight feet tall, shaped like an angel, and made of copper. The first two would be easy to do, yet Dave mentioned how expensive it would be to get copper. Unfortunately, he didn’t have much if any copper lying around his scrap yard. With people coming through and taking any they could find and him selling it during hard times, he only managed to find a couple wires and sheets.

“Well...ain’t this a problem,” Dave sighed.

“Sure it isn’t enough...but isn’t there somewhere else you could get copper?” Adagio asked.

“Legally and without getting my head shot off...Sure...a decent of ‘em,” Dave replied as he picked up his tablet and began to surf the web, “The only problem is it is expensive as all get out. Imma have to order enough to finish the statue and then transfer some of the cost to the customer. They shouldn’t mind; I only gave em a rough price estimate anyway.”

“So what now?”

“Well...the mold is basically done; I can finish that myself,” Dave replied looking up from his tablet, “You...you should get some rest. You’ve been helping me with this whole thing since the start. I say you deserve lunch and a nap. Let me order this copper, and I’ll get started on the former. It should be here by tonight with the rush option-which will cost extra- so rest.”

Adagio nodded, took a deep breath, and walked towards the kitchen. The least she could do was fix the lunch. Even though she had worked hard, Dave worked harder. He didn’t need the extra burden of fixing the food. Though, when Adagio walked into the kitchen, she realized she didn’t know what she was doing. Or barely. Of course, she had a general idea of how to cook, but that was from watching Sonata or Aria cook. She barely actually did it herself. She began to worry before quickly calming herself down.

“Calm down...it’s only lunch, “Adagio whispered to herself, “ It only has to be something simple. “

She shuffled through the cupboards, drawers, the pantry, and the refrigerator before settling on doing something she had saw Aria do once. She could easily emulate whatever her Siren sister could. How hard could this recipe be ,right?

Once she located the ingredients, she grabbed eggs, green peppers, and onions. First, she diced the green peppers and onions and mixed them together and placed them in a bowl before pouring them into a skillet to cook. While they were cooking, she cracked six eggs, added milk, and whisked them together with salt and pepper.

Once those were done, she grabbed the vegetables and moved them from heat. Next, she poured the eggs into the another skillet, letting them cook a little before adding the vegetables. She watch her creation with pride. There she decided cooking wasn’t so hard; she decided to cook something. She left her eggs and rambled in the kitchen.

As she did look for something else to cook, the smell of eggs cooking filled the room until it changed. At first it was an aromatic blend of eggs and vegetables ,yet now she smelled of smoke. Quickly, she ran back to her eggs to see the smoke was trailing from them. She located the oven mitts, took the eggs off the eye. The first thing she noticed besides the blackening eggs was the red hot eye from the electric stove. With caution she turned off the the stove, slid the darkened eggs onto a plate and prepared four pieces of toast, which were relatively perfect.

“Uhh...Dave...,”Adagio began, “ Lunch time...”

“OH!” Dave yelled, “I didn’t expect ya to...oh…”

Dave overlooked the food spread onto the table. While it wasn't necessarily bad looking, Dave wasn’t sure if the food was still edible. Either way, he didn’t want Adagio to feel bad, so he sat down, scooped some eggs onto a piece of toast, and took a bite. His teeth grinded the soft/crunchy eggs along with the toast until he swallowed. The meal wasn't bad...just not cooked the best.

“What do you think?” Adagio asked.

“It’s good...maybe just a little bit more practice with cooking times, “Dave answered but quickly changed the subject, “The copper will be here in five hours. Looks like we will be working over night.”

Taking a bite of the eggs herself Adagio realized that for all of her abilities, her talents, cooking wasn’t among them. The eggs didn’t taste bad, but they weren’t very good. They were a little too oily, the burned portion of the eggs tasted too rubbery, and the vegetables she had tried to add tasted a little off as well. The bite of toast and jam brought her some joy that at least she could handle toast.

A quick glance at the toaster caused a little smile to creep upon her face. The fact the machine had a timer wasn’t lost on her. Her decision to try and cook two things at once had been what had caused the eggs to taste like they had. She looked over at Dave and noticed that he had cleaned his plate. It touched her, more than she would ever admit, to know that he wanted to show her that he appreciated that she was willing to cook for him.

“Dave, you have call from Ivoryverse Metals,” Bob said.

Dave nodded, swallowed the last bit of egg he had in his mouth and turned toward the console.

“Mr. Johnson, good morning, and how is the world treating you?”

“Hat, it’s going well. I can’t really complain none,” he replied.

The man on the flatscreen nodded, and then pointed behind him, “There it is. eight hundred pounds of mini copper cubes. I’ve got to tell you, it’s not often we get asked for copper,” Hat replied.

Adagio noticed his accent. It sounded similar to a Trottingham accent, perhaps it was a bit rougher, but very similar.

“That’s great Hat, but I jest need six hundred pounds of the stuff,” Dave said.

“You only want six hundred pounds? Dave, I can’t do that. I have to sell it by four hundred pound increments. Think of it this way. You’ll have two hundred pounds left to sculpt with after you’re done,” Hat said.

Two hundred pounds of copper left over. Adagio knew what it was like to budget money. After her and her sister sirens lost their power she had basically been in charge of ensuring that they had enough money to survive. Typically it meant that she was going out and debasing herself for a few bits. She tried to get enough that they could rent a cheap room, have food, and keep at least a few changes of clothes.

The few times they had to go over made her cringe because she knew how hard it was to make the bits they needed. She remembered how each bit was earned, and she didn’t want to lose them because of an emergency that just happened to come up. She’d rather make sure that they were healthy, happy, and hopefully in good spirits. If she could do that then the emergencies wouldn’t come around as often, and she could manage to get them by, or at least get them by from day to day.

This order of copper was like those emergencies. She could see Dave not wanting to accept it, but finally, he pressed his thumb against the small mark for it on the side of the screen. A moment later the man named Hat smiled, nodded, and looked back at him.

“Good. It’ll be out there by the time you specified. It’s a pleasure doing business with you,” he said.

A moment later the screen went black and Dave walked away from it. A quick look told her exactly what she had thought. Dave didn’t look defeated, but he looked worried. This was a massive order, and it was one that had the potential of coming back to bite him. She walked near him, took a seat by him, and watched as he looked at the mold he had created.

“Mama told me that doing what ya love is the most important thing. Ya can live ferever, have all of the money in the world, and if ya ain’t happy it ain’t worth a damn,” he said, “I love what I do Adagio. I love it ‘cause I put a piece of mah soul into each piece I make. I don’t know what I’d do if’n I couldn’t do this no more.”

She touched his shoulder and watched as he turned toward her. She tried to give him a reassuring smile. Something she’d seen Sonata give both her and Aria a dozen times. She honestly hoped that it seemed reassuring. She had been told, once, that her smiles seemed fake, and that had bothered her. In truth it bothered her far more than she wanted it too. She wanted to believe that she wasn’t simply somepony that couldn’t give some comfort in the form of a gentle smile.

Her doubts about her abilities drifted off when Dave returned her smile and reached for her hand. She took it, felt the fires of her heat burning, and tried to think of a million things that were not what she considered sexy. Finally, remembering Sonata dressed in a Taco suit did the trick. It had been ridiculous, but not arousing in the slightest.

“Dave, you are a good stallion, and you’re very skilled. I don’t see why you won’t be able to do this for the rest of your life,” she said.

It was a strange sensation being that reassuring, but she felt it to be true. Dave was a true artist. She saw how much of himself he put into his work, and she had noticed how he constantly tried to improve each time. Even now, while they were sitting, she could see the way he was studying the molds he had created. His eyes looking for imperfections, trying to see anything that would make the buyer angry, or that disrupted his vision of what the buyer wanted. After a moment he stopped, and then she noticed something. The figure itself was mostly human, but he used her measurements.

He had put some of her into the statue. There was a feeling of being touched, truly touched, because he wanted to include her into the work he was creating. It also stirred the fires of her heat, because he knew her measurements. He’d seen her nude, made two statues of her nude, and her mind thought of how those creative hands might feel as they cupped her cutie marks. Her back against the wall, him thrusting into her, both of them grunting and moaning like beasts in the wild.

She forced the thought back. She couldn’t give into that. There was no telling how Dave felt about her, but the idea that he would want to make love to her seemed unlikely. Slowly the hours unfolded. Each second giving way to minutes, the minutes giving way to hours, and finally five pm had rolled around. In truth she was ready. Getting back to work, focusing her energy on work and not on thinking about what it would be like bent over the counter with Dave behind her, rutting her silly, while calling her his pretty pony was something she was ready for.

The moment the copper came in she helped unload it. It took precious little time, and then she watched as he brought out something different. The base of it was made of some strange white brick, the brick itself seemed to so close together there was no lines, no spaces. She watched as it lifted into the air. Connected to three support chains. Two were close to the front, and the third was hooked in the back. She could see a hole in the front of the brick, and that hole seemed to go inside of part of it. She watched as he removed the lid, using two sets of handles on the side, and using his gloves.

He began filling the inside, a smoothed out bowl shape that seemed to be carved in the brick, with the copper cubes. After getting several in it, he handed her a pair of dark tinted goggles. She put them on, watched as he pulled over a strange looking device, flipped it on, and touched two black rods together.

An arch of electricity formed between them then it changed. Becoming something bright, white hot, and he began using on the copper. She watched as the copper began to melt, changing its shape from the cubes to a puddle.

“Get the bust of the figure,” he said.

She did, and she wheeled it over. He pulled the rods away, flipped off the device, and slid the rods into two small holes that she hadn’t noticed that were in the brick. He pulled on the third chain and the entire back of the base lifted. It began to pour, and she watched as it began to fill the bust. She marveled as it took form, and then once it had it went from looking like copper to being black.

“It’ll change back,” he said.

She nodded, watched, and helped as they poured the rest of the figure. Piece by piece, bit by bit, it was coming together. Once everything cooled he began taking them from the molds, and then he started welding them together. The statue looked breathtaking. One hand reached for the stars, the other covered its heart. She could see the regal way it looked above itself, and more similarities between it and herself became apparent.

When it was finished he let out a sigh of relief, walked over to the monitor on the wall, and wiped his forehead.

“Bob, contact Mrs. Reese fer me,” he said.

“Of course Dave, my, it looks like you went and created something beautiful,” Bob replied.

“Yeah, it turned out purty good,” he replied.

“Ah, Mr. Johnson, am I to assume that you have completed my project?” a pudgy looking human mare asked.

“I sure did. We got it completed, jest like ya asked fer,” he said.

“Very good. I shall be at the trainstation in thirty minutes. I don’t expect to be kept waiting,” she said before the line ended.

Adagio thought about the way the mare sounded, decided that she didn’t like her, and was glad that they only had to deal with her in order to sell the statue. She helped Dave load it into their carriage, and then once it was secure, they both climbed in and began to long trek through the snow to town. She looked out at the beautiful snow around them. It was amazing to see it so peaceful.

The ride, like the others, was enjoyable. Still slowly they reached the train station, and there she saw the pudgy woman. She was wearing a long back dress, in one hand she had a book with a symbol of some kind on it, and in she seemed to be in an animated conversation with someone. Adagio could see a tablet in her other hand, chalking it up to the mare being rude, she realized that she wanted as little to do with this mare as possible.

She ended her conversation, climbed off of the platform, and walked to the back of the carriage. Adagio got out, walked behind with Dave, and looked at the face full of awe on the mare.

“It’s beautiful. Why it’s more beautiful than I dared hope,” she said.

“Thank ya,” Dave said.

She looked at it a bit more and then gave him a smile, “I believe we agreed on fifteen hundred credits,” she said.

“We did, but the copper was a little more expensive. I hate ta do this, but if you could go to sixteen hundred it would cover the cost of the copper,” he replied.

“Of course I don’t…” she started to say when she turned around, “Why in holy name of our father is this?”

“That’s Adagio. She helped make this,” he said.

“I’m sure… Mr. Johnson, do I look like a sinner?” she asked.

“What?” he asked.

“Do I look like a sinner? Do I look like a woman who enjoys going out, doing every perverse and vile thing under the sun?” She asked.

“No…” he said.

“Good, I’m glad that you realize that. I’m sure then you will also realize that I won’t purchase anything your… thing has touched. I obviously made a mistake in contacting you. Good day,” she said.

“Wait! Ya can’t do that!” he shouted.

“Sir, I’m the customer. I can, and shall, do as I please,” she said.

They watched as she boarded the train, taking her credits, and leaving the statue. Adagio watched as he leaned against the carriage. He shook his head, and she could see the hurt he was feeling. She walked toward him, pulled him into a hug, and it was one that he returned.

“Let’s go home,” he said.

The trip back home was quiet, and not the comfortable kind. It felt melancholy and crestfallen. Her heat was nearly forgotten. The need was still there, but her mind was occupied. She wanted to help make Dave feel better. She wanted to make sure that he would be okay. When they arrived back home there was a small red circle blinking on the monitor. He walked toward it, and cleared his throat.

“Bob,” he said.

“Dave, welcome home. There is two messages for you,” he said.

The screen changed to an elderly looking human stallion. His tired green eyes seemed focused, his dress was something Adagio had seen on some of the more elite members of pony society, and then there was his voice. It commanded attention. It demonstrated power, and it sounded like the very voice of some great evil that had crawled up from the depths of Tartarus.

“Mr. Johnson. I’m sure that you’re well aware that my calling has nothing to do with a social interaction. Instead I’m calling because I was informed by my accounts manager that you’ve overdrawn your account at my bank by eleven hundred credits. I explained this to your mother, your father, and now I’m explaining it to you since they obviously forgot to tell you about the world,” the old stallion sneered, “This is a private bank. It isn’t one of those piss poor digital jobs that do not allow overdrafts. We cover, for certain clients, up to fifteen hundred credits. You, Mr. Johnson, are not certain clients. Your account is grandfathered in because your father opened it up originally. Regardless, I’ve found a small loophole that should make this work in my favor.”

He almost seemed to look through the screen at the both of them, “Your name was only on the account as a signer, not as an account holder. Because of that I will be contacting Baldwin’s Collection Agency, and I will be turning this over to them. You will have two weeks to pay off the overdraft balance, close the account, and find a different bank. Good day Mr. Johnson.”

The screen changed again and this time there was a young stallion that looked similar to Dave. His head was bald, he wore a small pair of glasses, and his suit looked less fancy, but just as commanding as the previous stallion.

“Mr. Johnson I’m Tyree Astern Jr. I’m your Baldwin accounts requestation representative. I’ve been given the authority to notify you that you have two weeks in which to pay off your balance with Arleen First National Bank. If you do not there will be an interest rate of twenty-five percent added to the account every two weeks until it is paid in full. If you are unable to pay arrangements will be made to sell your place of residence, your possessions, and if needed you will be relocated into a Corporate Farm while you pay off the balance. Have a great Day sir,” he said.

Adagio watched as Dave hung his head, walked toward a cabinet near the sink, and opened it. She walked toward him, and after a few moments he came back out with a large green bottle. There was no label, and the bottle itself looked old and dusty. She could see a wax cover on the top of it, and she heard it hiss slightly when he broke it. He pulled out a tall glass, poured a red liquid from the bottle into the glass, and then poured another one for Adagio.

She lifted it, smelling the glass, and she could smell the faint smell of watermelon, and on top of that she smelled the strong presence of alcohol.

“Dave?” she asked.

He looked at the glass.

“My Mama said that Daddy made the finest wine. The best wine she ever tasted. She told me how lots and lots of folks would come up and buy his wine, but he didn’t want to sell wine. He wanted to run a salvage yard. He wanted to have land,” he laughed, but it sounded defeated and angry, “He wanted ta have land, and he wanted something more fer us. I dun went and lost it.”

He raised the glass up, and she watched as he drunk it down in one gulp. He poured another glass, and she couldn’t help but move toward him.

“Don’t make me drink this alone,” he said.

She raised her glass, and she took the first taste. It was strong, stronger than she had ever had before. The taste of the watermelon was there, but the bite, the bite was powerful. It burned going down, making her feel like she had just tried to drank the copper they had melted. He poured her another glass, and he gulped down the one he just had.

“I’ve gone and fucked up,” he said.

She watched him, slowly drinking her own glass, and soon his was already full again, on its way to being emptied, and she finished off the second glass. She watched as he poured her another, slammed down his third, poured a forth, and she put her hand on his arm.

“Dave, it will be okay,” she said.

“I ain’t got no other jobs lined up Adagio. Nothing else… Nothing at all. I was putting all mah eggs in this one basket. It was the best job offer I’d gotten in a couple of weeks. I ain’t got time to round up ‘nother job,” he slurred slightly.

She looked at him, then her full glass, and she gulped it down, following his example.

“Fine, if you’re going to give in and quit…” she started before he stopped and looked at her.

“I ain’t quitin’! I jest ain’t got no other choice! At best I’m a gonna lose everything!” he shouted as he poured another glass.

She watched he poured hers, and she slammed it back, looked at him with defiance, and then it appeared. She felt it creep out on her lips. The sneer she had used before she lost her powers, the same sneer that she showed those she felt were lower than her.

“Poor pathetic little stallion. Here you are, worried about losing everything, and all you can think to do is drink your troubles away. I thought that you were the kind of stallion that could face your problems and fix them, but nope, you’re like the rest of ‘em,” she slurred.

“Shut up,” he slurred back.

“No! I like you, you… idiot! I like you and you’re being stupid! It’s like I’m dealing with Sonata after she found out her favorite Taco place went out of business! Stallion up! Or you can’t can you? I bet that you’re not even stallion enough to satisfy a mare in bed!” she slurred angrily.

The next second happened in a flash. She felt his lips, tightly against his own, his hands were on her back, pulling her close, and her heat that she had managed to keep at bay broke out. It roared out like a caged beast finally free. Her hands grabbed his shirt, ripping it apart. She touched the toned muscle that composed his chest, the hair that was growing over them, and she needed to feel more. Her legs lifted up, wrapping around his waist, her hands went to his back, returning the hold, pulling them tight, forcing her breasts to be mashed between them.

She felt him break the kiss, his eyes looking at hers for a moment, before they traveled down. She felt them, looking at her breasts, eyeing something she had always felt was less than her most impressive feature, and then she felt his hands. They slipped under her blouse, moving against the grain of her fur. Pushing it up, making the fires of her heat explode. The clumsy foreplay might be something she would enjoy in another state of mind, but right now, right now she wanted her prize. She wanted it buried inside of her. She wanted him screaming her name out, and she wanted it now!

She pushed him back, making him nearly fall. The futon behind him caught him, making him go into a seated position. Even in her drunken state Adagio remembered how she had seduced so many stallions. The memory of how she moved her hips, her best feature she believed, enticed them, brought them to her, and she began to dance forward. Her hips swaying as she peeled off her blouse. She didn’t care where the white and gold blouse ended up. She didn’t care that she was topless, but she did enjoy feeling Dave’s hands on her jeans.

She felt them loosen, his thumbs finding the waistband of her jeans and her panties. The both of them lowering down, finding the floor, and she stepped out. Her fishnet stockings, the very thing she had wanted to wear to seduce him, was all that was left. His hands and powerful arms grabbed her, pulling her down, and she found herself sitting, her legs open, and his face buried between them. Her mind raced, need, pure, delicious, and primal need raced through her, leaving behind reason and logic.

There was no reason other than to feel pleasure, there was no logic other than his shaft inside of her, and there was no other time than now. Now, now existed. What might happen didn’t, what has happened didn’t, and only this moment with his tongue buried inside of her, with her clit hungry sucked on, and her own need exploding out of her. That was all that existed.

“Rut me!” she cried out.

He pulled back.

“Do it!” she commanded, “If you’re stallion enough.”

His pants fell, and she saw his pride. Dear, sweet, merciful Goddess...! It was a sight. Thick, nearly as long as a young foal’s arm, and dark. She worried, for a moment, if it would fit. But her worry disappeared when her need screamed at her. She saw him trying to line up, and then she felt his hands. The reached for her, grabbed her, lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs back around him. She felt him at her sex. She was wet, so she wasn’t worried about how easily he would slide in, and she before she could think she felt herself lowering down. The head moved into her, turning the heat into an inferno. A lust filled moan escaped her mouth, a mouth she found covered with his own. His hands were on her cutie marks, and she felt them push.

She felt him push so deep inside of her she wondered if he would break out of her womb. Just as that thought crossed her mind he stopped.

“Ummm,” he moaned.

“We’re not even close to being done,” she growled.

She pulled her hips up, ignoring the pain of him entering her, ignoring the surprise pain of finding out she was once again a virgin, and instead she raised nearly off of him before she slammed her hips back. His hand cupped her cutie marks, moving with her hips, driving the primal need in them both. The animals that replaced them had one purpose, and at this moment that was all they wanted.

“Fuck!” he cried out as he neared his release. She felt it, and she felt her own.

“Don’t you dare finish first!” she shouted.

She felt herself lifted completely off of him, turned around, and kneeling over the futon. She felt him back inside of her, and one of his hands on her tail. He pulled it, a little, and she clenched hard. Her hidden kink. Something she found she liked, and he did it by reflex. He pulled again and she cried out as she came. She felt him explode into her, her arms gave out, and she collapsed against the futon. She felt his weight bearing down on her. She could feel him, still rigid and hard, deep inside of her.

“How’s that fer not stallion enough… My pretty pony,” he said.

She smiled. Tomorrow was forever away, yesterday was gone, and she had needs that she wanted to satisfy all night long.

“Good for starters,” she cooed.

Author's Note

And there’s chapter four!!! Sorry for the long time between updates. We’re hoping that having the last chapter and this chapter make up for it. Again please give some love to the two other authors working on this. (Really, it's just them) Ron Jeremy Pony, L0rd0f7hund3r