Bastard stared back at the filly in his hooves, wide eyed and in utter shock.
"What the fuck was that?" He exclaimed.
"I just need something to take my mind off of things." The olive colored filly replied, before leaning in for another kiss.
Bastard had been comforting the kid when it had happened. That stupid bitch, Blackjack was out of it. Cuddling up to that weird mindless body she had with her and napping or something. Whatever she was doing she wasn't here, which left no one but Bastard to look after the kid. Right now that kid needed someone. She'd just lost her Dad and some of her closest friends. Unfortunately for her the only pony around was Bastard and Bastard lived up to his namesake. He was the worst pony one could possibly want to comfort them in times of hardship. Even still he had a flicker of a heart in him and the kids crying had been driving him nuts. So he had done what he could for her. Held her as she cried. Attempted some comforting words. Completely failed. He thought he'd seen his salvation when Blackjack briefly woke but she disappeared again almost as soon as she'd come to, leaving him alone with the distraught child once again.
Bastard held her as she sobbed. Not very well mind you. This was far outside his comfort zone. If anything he was just trying his best not to make anything worse.
"I wish I had died with him..." She said.
"Yeah..." Was all that Bastard was able to come up with. Not the best in all honesty. He could do better than that.
"It's gonna be okay kid. Life goes on. You'll get through it." She looked up at him and he looked back into her big sad eyes. In that moment Bastard couldn't bring himself to live up to his name. The kid was breaking his heart. In that moment he felt the need to do everything within his power to make her feel even the slightest bit better.
"If anything else, you got me right now." He said.
And then she kissed him.
His mind went blank. Turned off completely. This had been the strangest day of his life. He'd seen stranger things today than he had in the entirety of his adult life and all he wanted was for it all to end but it just kept going. Getting weirder and weirder. And now the child companion of the mare he was hired to kill was trying to make out with him. What the fuck?
She leaned in to kiss him again and he pulled away. "Woah, woah, woah! What the fuck are you doing?!"
"I just need something to get my mind off of things. Please?"
"No! Are you fucking nuts?! First off you're a fucking kid! Second, If Blackjack wakes up she'll fucking kill me! And third, YOU ARE A FUCKING KID!!"
"Blackjack won't care. Trust me, she won't." Scotch Tape replied. "She'd understand better than anyone. And I'm not a kid. Look at me. Do I look like a kid to you?"
Bastard stared back into the fillies eyes. On the outside she was young. Barely old enough to have a cutie mark. But her eyes were old. Older than he was perhaps. She was a filly on this outside perhaps but in her mind she was a full grown mare, mature far beyond her physical age. Bastard always had a thing for mature girls…
And though his brain screamed "NO!" other parts of his body began to consider it.
"No! Hell no! No fucking way! I won't do it!"
"Why not?"
"Because! It's fucking wrong! I'm a bastard yeah but I'm not...no! No. I'm sorry kid but I can't do this."
"It's just sex. I don't understand why people always have to make such a big fuss over it. It's just two ponies making each other feel good...and right now...I really need to feel better."
She moved in to kiss Bastard again and this time he didn't pull away. He felt her soft young lips meet his. It felt nice. Good. Really good. He'd never felt a mouth that soft before. Maybe he needed this too. Maybe after this crazy day it was exactly what he needed.
"Okay...kid...uhh Scotch...first off. You're sure Blackjack isn't going to kill me over this?"
"Positive."
"And second...you're absolutely sure this is what you want?"
She looked at him. They were nose to nose, he could feel her breath. He could practically hear her heartbeat. He could make out the small droplets of sweat beginning to form on her brow. She looked at him...and she nodded.
"Okay, fuck it. Let's do it...just...don't ever bring it up again after we're done."
He pressed his lips into hers. Her heartbeat quickened. Raced like it never had before. Scotch Tape had been in numerous life or death situations. She'd experienced adrenaline rushes that made her heart thunder in her chest so fast it hurt. This was entirely different. There was almost no way to describe this kind of rush. It felt good. She was scared. She was excited. She needed this.
Scotch pressed into the kiss, causing Bastard to lie on his back against the couch. She lay on top of him and the two simply made out for a while. Darting their tongues in and out. Holding each other. Getting a feel for one another. After a while Bastard was ready to go. His member fully erect and prepared for entry. Scotch however...hesitated.
"What's wrong?" Bastard asked.
"Ummm..." Scotch began.
"What?"
"I’ve never been with someone as big as you before." She said in barely a whisper adding a nervous chuckle at the end.
"So then...you don't want to anymore?"
She shook her head again. "No I want to just...be gentle please..."
Bastard's mind still screamed at him. 'This is fucked up man! Don't do this! You're better than this!' but other parts of his body screamed even louder. 'Man just think about how fucking tight she's gonna be!'
"Just...go at your own pace okay. Do what feels comfortable for you. I won't hurt ya."
"Thanks" She said. Than began to make her way down his body.
"Real quick, one last thing...just please tell me your age at least ends in a teen?"
She stared back at him and he struggled to read her expression. He received no reply, nothing to calm his worries and Scotch simply continued along her way. Making her way down to his nether region. Slowly kissing his stomach. Once her head arrived between his legs she opened her mouth and placed her lips over his tip. She began working his shaft and Bastard was suddenly taken aback. As they progressed Bastard began to suspect Scotch may not have been a virgin. She certainly seemed to know what she was doing. Maybe she was just a natural.
After a while the pressure in his groin began to build and he figured it was time to give a little himself. He stopped Scotch and flipped her over on her back and went down between her legs. He stopped suddenly. This was the point of no return. He couldn’t go back now. He gave one last look up to Scotch. His eyes met hers and he could tell this is what she truly wanted. What she needed. That was all the affirmation he needed and so he began. His tongue played around the edges of her slit for a while. Toying with her. Teasing her. Then he darted in. His tongue moved around and Scotch gasped. She’d never been with someone this experienced. Bastard knew what he was doing and it was driving Scotch over the edge. His years of experience was made evident and his tongue quickly made it’s way to her clit and began to move around it. Over it. It moved in a figure eight pattern. Perfect. Exactly what she needed. She moaned in delight and after a while he let up to catch his breath. As he did she leaned up to kiss him again. Their mouths met and she tasted a bit of herself on his lips. She pressed in and soon she was on top of him again. She began to move her hind quarters down towards his.
"It's gonna hurt at first." He warned her.
"I know. It's okay."
"And you're really sure about this? About everything?" He said making a quick nod towards the still slumbering Blackjack.
"Yes."
"Okay then...here we go."
Scotch placed herself into position and began her descent. The unicorn stallion used his magic to help guide himself in. He placed both hooves gently on her hind quarters and helped her settle in. No going back now.
Scotch grunted and made a pained face.
"You okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine...just..." She began to work. Working the older stallions shaft inside her. As she moved the pain began to slowly die away and was replaced with something new entirely. She’d been with boys before. Back in 99 mares were taught how to encourage males to perform well. This was her first time with someone as big as him though. This was completely different. It caught her off guard. She hadn’t expected having sex with an older stallion to be that much different but this was a new experience entirely. As she moved, he moved. They ceased being two different creatures and joined together. Their bodies combined as one. The pain she initially felt upon entry was gone and soon each new movement was pure bliss.
But it did nothing for her real pain. The pain she truly wanted gone. That pain refused to leave, even for a second. She she kept moving. Kept going. Hoping to chase the pain away.
Upon entry Bastard immediately realized his dick had been absolutely right. She was fucking tight. It almost hurt him as much as it did her it seemed. His mind still screamed at him to stop. Too late though. He was already in. No going back now. Yeah it was fucked up but he didn't call himself Bastard for nothing.
She moved on top of him. She was starting to get really into it. He pulled her face down to his with his magic to get an extra taste of her lips. Softest lips he'd ever felt. Kind of lips he could fall in love with. At that thought he mentally smacked himself. No falling in love, especially not with a kid.
They kept at it. The ecstasy in both their loins building. Slowly. Steadily. They both fought to enjoy the moment the best they could. Both were held back. Bastard, by the fact that he was incredibly conflicted over what he was doing and Scotch by the pain she felt in her heart. Both persisted though. Trying to achieve that state of euphoria and drive away their pain and discomfort. Trying to lose themselves in the moment. In each other. Attempting to forget that the world existed at all. That they were the only two ponies in the world and they were free to enjoy each other as much as they wished. And enjoy each other they did. Soon all of Bastards reservations disappeared and he started to have some fun. His movements became slightly more rigorous. Not too hard but not so soft anymore either. Scotch was taken aback by the abrupt increase in space and left out an involuntary moan. She matched his movements. Moving slightly faster. Pressing slightly harder. Panting. Focusing. They were on a journey together and both were determined to take their time in reaching the destination. Where they were going wasn't important. They simply wished to enjoy their time getting there.
"How is he?"
Bastard didn't stop. He was too caught up in the moment to stop. He continued pumping away as his eyes shifted over to Blackjack.
"Hey, what's up? Oh, and before you shoot me, this wasn't my idea."
Author's Note
Thanks for letting me post this Somber. You're awesome.
If you enjoyed this story please check out my original Fo:E sidefic: Fallout: Equestria - Dirty Deeds.
