Littlepip memory orb number eight

by serenade

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Random, Dark
Length: 4323

After braving the Canterlot ruins, Little Pip's memory orbs were returned to her. The only one she watched was the one in which Homage has sex with her.

WARNING
This story contains massive spoilers for the story Fallout Equestria. If you haven't read at least half way through the story, and you don't want it spoiled for you, I recommend turning back now. Unfortunately, even giving a basic synopsis of this clop fic requires a miner spoiler (I'm so sorry).

After a few months wandering the Equestrian Wasteland, Little Pip lost two weeks of her life. Her Memories were ripped out of her head and transferred to memory orbs. These Chrystal balls would allow Pip to recover the memories she had lost. However, one orb, orb number eight, wasn't very informative. It was a memory of her having sex with her fillyfriend, Homage. That orb was the only one she watched and this story is about what Little Pip experienced when she watched it.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-07-29 20:10:02 UTC

Every healing touch

Horror.

There is no better word to describe what I had gone through in the Canterlot ruins.  Not only had my friends and I encountered numerous monsters and deadly traps, but the location itself was full of that poisonous pink cloud.  Such a thing could do goddesses know what to a pony.  If it Doesn't outright kill them, it would mutilate them in the most disturbing of ways, sometimes even transforming them into retched beasts of burden.  Twisted, unrecognizable shells of their former shells.  I knew that horror far too personally.  I had come into direct contact with that harmful mist and my Pipbuck had fused to my right foreleg.    No longer was I simply wearing it.  Unfortunately, the wasteland never lets up.  It never gives the chance for peace or innocence.  Only a week later, I had done something I'll never forgive myself for.  I had detonated a Balefire Bomb.  Or, at least, I was responsible for it.  How many innocent ponies had been slaughtered?  How many lives could have been spared?  However, I had done it for a good reason.  To kill the goddess.  The queen of the Alicorns and the driving force who connects them all together.   Alicorns?  What a laugh.  Those monstrosities have no right to bear the same title as goddesses Celestia and Luna.  Problem is, the damn things were telepathic.  I had one small part in the mission.  I had acted as a decoy.  I had been the distraction and the one who stalled her.  I was my job to make sure she didn't tap into the minds of my companions.  At the time, I had no idea what I was doing.  The plan had been my idea.  I had been the one who had set most of the pieces into place.  I had been the only pony who had known the entire plan.  And I had forgotten all of that.  If I had known the information when our plan was enacted, the so called goddess would have read my thoughts and all our hard work would have been put to waste.  That's why I had created the memory orbs.  I had torn my memories of two whole weeks out of my skull and transferred them to the orbs.

Thankfully, just a few days afterword, the wasteland had granted me with one of the few gifts it had to offer.  I finally had access to those memory orbs.  However, I couldn't bring myself to watch them.  After everything I had been through so far, I knew those memories might be enough to break me, leaving me in a sobbing mess of pain and tears.  They seemed to be about the horrible things I had done.  Like collaborating with Redeye to acquire that bomb in the first place.  There was, however, one memory I needed to watch.  Memory orb number eight.  I had already watched the first orb.  In that orb, I had given myself a small speech, a general overview, about all the other orbs.   Assuming I hadn't lied to myself (I wouldn't lie to myself would I?) then orb eight was a memory of the last time I had met Homage.  We'd apparently done more then just chat.  Right then, I needed Homage.  I needed her more then anything.  I needed to feel her tender loving touch and her warm loving embrace.  It's all I could do to hold onto my sanity.

As I pondered over these wandering thoughts,  I lay on the bed in the inn we had rented out.  There were two bedrooms.  One for Calamity and Velvet and one for myself.  Begrudgingly, I clamored up from my back into a sitting position, my body still aching all over from the strain of the last few weeks.  I glanced over at the memory orbs and located orb number eight.  My horn lit up in my telekinesis spell.  I made sure to focus my magic around it rather then on it so as not to be lost in the memory too early and levitated the orb over to me.  Once I had set it on the bed in front of me, I focused my magic on it.  The world around me began to slip away as my consciousness was pulled into the memory.

Although I had born witness to dozens of memory orbs before this one, there was something different about watching an orb of my own.  Being my own host in the memory, feeling as though I was a passenger in my own skin, it was just bizarre.  As the memory swam into focus, I was aware of all the different sensations.  I could feel the cold rough touch of a concrete floor beneath my hooves.  I was in a building of some kind.  There were large metal beams running across the sealing.  I recognized this place.  I was in Tempony Tower walking towards Homage's office.  I heard the clip clop of hooves against concrete as I neared the door.  When I arrived, I felt my horn glow with magic as the door swung open.  Homage was sitting at her desk.

"Oh hey, little Pip" she exclaimed when she noticed my presence.  "You came over to get those memory orbs right?"  Homage asked as she opened her safe and levitated out a set of memory orbs.

"Yeah"  I heard, and felt, myself say.

"What exactly did you need those for again?"

"It's......complicated"  I, or past me, had said.  "We're going to try to kill the Goddess.  Me and my friends I mean."

"Really?  Are you sure you're up for it?"

"I've come up with a plan."  I had told her.  "I still haven't finished preparations and I haven't told my plan to anypony else yet.  Thing is, I know too much.  That's why I need the memory orbs.  Anything I know, that telepathic bitch will know as well.  I need a way to forget the plan."

"So what is your plan?"  she inquired.

"Oh Homage, I'd love to tell you but I can't"  I heard myself admit.  "I can't tell anyone, at least, not all of it.  If, by any chance, you ran into an Alicorn before I could set everything into motion,  that information would be relayed right back to the Goddess and all our hard work would be for nothing."

"Fair enough"  she said.

"Thanks Homage."  I heard myself say as the orbs were levitated into my saddle bags.  "It means a lot to me that you were willing to go out of your way to get a set of blank memory orbs for me.  You've been way more supportive then I deserve."

I felt myself turning around.  With the orbs in my possession, I had started to leave.  However, just when I had reached to doorway to Homage's office, she called for my attention.  "Hey Little Pip?"

I felt myself stop.  Slowly, I turned around, facing her.  "What is it Homage?  Is there something else you wanted to tell me?"

"Well" she started.  She was blushing.  "You see, I usually try my best to hide it because of DJ Pony and all, but I'm in heat right now and I was wondering if you could..."  It didn't seem that she could bring herself to finish the sentence.

So I hadn't lied to myself after all.

"Wait a minute, what?"  I heard myself ask.  "But I, you, I can't.  I need to get going.  I told my friends I'd meet back up with them by 1600 hours at the latest."

"It's only 13:07 right now."  She said, looking at her clock.  "I'm sure you can spare at least an hour or two."

"But I.  Don't you think that's taking it too fast?  I only just met you a month ago."

"It'll be fine" Homage interrupted.  "Besides, I know you've had your eye on me.  You want this just as much as I do don't you?"

There were a few moments of awkward silence.  Eventually, I felt myself slouch over as my resolve seemed to crumble.  "Fine, you're right.  I'll do it.  But just make it quick."

Without hesitation, Homage walked toward the other end of her office and the door to her living quarters.  She stopped at the door gesturing for me to follow.  I started walking.  I already felt horny as it was.  My past self wasn't showing any physical signs of it yet but I couldn't keep my thoughts off of the sexual escapades to come.  I just had to wait for the events to pan out.  When I had caught up with her, Homage was already sitting on her bed her legs spread wide in a lewd, disgraceful manner.  As I felt myself levitate my saddle bags off my back, I climbed up to meet her and I sat on my haunches, facing her.

"I think it's best if we just gave each other hoof jobs to start out with."

She leaned over and started rubbing my cunt with her forehoof.  I let out a small gasp.  Gently, she  rubbed in circles around my vulva.  For a moment or two, I merely sat there, taking in the pleasure Homage was inflicting on me.  Eventually, I felt myself lean forward and my forehoof traveled down to Homages own pulsing, swollen, marehood.  I rubbed her cunt just as she rubbed mine.   We both sat there, twitching and squirming as we pleasured each other.  I began to feel the early stages of an orgasm coming on.  However, what we were doing, sitting back on our haunches and leaning far forward to reach each other's vaginas, was not the most ideal position for sex.  Slowly, we began to inch toward each other.  Neither of us spoke a word to the other.  Yet, somehow, we acted in sinc.  It was as though there was some instinctive drive pushing us along.   As we moved toward each other, without stopping our respective hoof jobs, my inner thighs rubbed against hers and that only added to the overall pleasure.  Eventually, we reached a point where our hooves could no longer fit in the tiny gap.  Taking our forehooves away, we began to grind our pussies directly against each other.

"mmmmm"  I heard myself moan as my vulva rubbed against hers.  Every now and then, our clits would brush together and my entire body would spasm.  I had begun to feel very hot and sweaty.  I knew I needed to cool down.  I found myself lying there in that uncomfortable heat for several minutes all the while wondering one simple question.  "What am I waiting for?"  I never got a proper answer.  Memory orbs only preserve preserve physical stimuli like touch, taste, or smell.  They don't allow you to sense a pony's original thoughts.  As well as I thought I knew myself, I was unable to guess what my train of thought had been at the time.  After what seemed like the longest time, I finally felt myself respond to the awful sensation.  I felt my horn light up with magic as my stable jacket was telekinetically unzipped and thrown aside.

Shortly afterward, Homage leaned forward, landing on top of me and pinning me to the bed.  As we lay there, she initiated a deep and passionate kiss.  Still grinding away on my vagina, her mouth wrapped around my own.  I could taste her saliva in my mouth.  It tasted like coffee.  She stuck her tongue in there circling it around.  I had done the same.  As our tongues fought each other for dominance, down below, my pleasure was increasing exponentially.  I knew I was getting close.  I reached downward and rubbed my flanks, stimulating myself even further.

"Ohhhh"  Homage moaned, she seemed to be nearing her peak as well.

I began to spasm and convulse.  I felt my eyes roll back into my head.  Everything blurred together and my field of vision narrowed in as I rode the waves of orgasmic ecstasy.

"Oh Goddesses"  Homage moaned

"Oh fuck yes!"  I screamed in reply.

We both came at the same time, our orgasmic juices mixing together in the tight space between our conjoined crotches.  Much of our cum had spilled out, staining the sheets.

I must admit, I had thoroughly enjoyed that.  Once Homage had rolled off of me, I had begun to get up.  I thought it was over.  I thought the memory orb would soon deposit me back in reality.  I was wrong.

"That was fun" I heard myself say, rolling off of the bed.  "But I'd better get going."

"Wait a minute."  said Homage "you can't leave yet.  We just started."

"Please Homage,  really need to meet up with Velvet, Calamity and Steelhooves.  If I don't follow through with what I told them, they'll start to get worried."

"It'll be fine"  Homage insisted. "Can't we keep having our fun for just a little bit longer?  Please?"  She was making huge puppy dog eyes at me when she said that, sticking our her lower lip.

How could anypony say no to that?

"Alright"  I heard myself say "but only for you Homage"

"Then come lay back down"  Homage said

I found myself doing as she said.  I climbed onto the bed once again and lay flat on my back with my head on the pillow.

Homage followed close behind me.  Instead of sitting or laying down, she stood on all four hooves, facing the foot of the bed, hovering right above me.  I watched as she slowly lowered herself down on top of me, her marehood coming to rest just below my muzzle.  As she settled into position, she began lapping at my pussy with her tongue.  She licked up and down my sensitive vulva and nibbled on my clit.  I looked down at Homage's swollen, pulsing, dripping cunt.  I dug in and did to her what she was doing to me.  Our mixed juices still lingered on her marehood and I was sure the same could be said for my cunt as well.  The smell was simultaneously putrid and fragrant but mostly, it was musky.  The taste, on the other hoof, was a bitter sweet flavor.  Like a rich, dark chocolate.

I began eating her out, digging my muzzle deep into her needy pussy.  I filched as Homage suddenly started licking my inner walls.  Then, I felt the start of a powerful orgasmed I hadn't thought possible before.  Looking back on it, I realize she had found my G spot though I didn't know what that was at the time.  All I knew is that what I had felt was like nothing I'd ever imagined.  I let out an uncontrollable moan.  Doing so, sent vibrations into Homages marehood.  She let out a moan of her own in response, making my own walls vibrate and compounding on an already mind blowing orgasm.  Thus began an endless cycle of pleasure.  Each time one of us orgasmed, we would moan, leading the other to orgasm as well.

Homage backed her head away from my cunt for a few seconds so she could speak.  "Cum for me Pip" she panted.  Right after said that, she dug back into my pussy, eating me out again.

I wanted to cum.  I wanted to cum so bad.  I was right on the precipice and I knew it wouldn't be long.

However, to my surprise, Homage came first this time.  Maybe it was because of her heat.  Maybe she was just faster regardless.  But before I knew it, my muzzle was covered in her cum.  That was the final straw for me.  I screamed out loud as my own orgasm swept me away, leaving me squirming and twitching in an ungraceful mess.  Even after the pure pleasure had ended, Homage and I continued to lay there, basking in our after glow.

After a few minutes, Homage spoke up.  "I've got an idea."  she said.  I think I know how we can make this even better."

I felt my cum soaked mouth open, as though I had meant to ask a question.  But before I could say anything, I saw what Homage was doing.  Her horn lit up.  She focused her magic on a stained coffee mug sitting on the bedside table.  "That explains the taste in her mouth." I thought to myself.  Somehow, I hadn't noticed the mug before that point.  As her magic wrapped around the mug.  I watched as it began to bend and stretch.  Before I knew it, the mug had transformed into a long, thick, double ended, purple dildo.

Well Luna fuck my cunt with moon rocks.

"That was a trans-configuration spell" I heard myself gasp.  "I didn't know you could do anything that advanced."

"I've had years of practice.  I'm only able to do smaller stuff right now, like turning a rock into a top hat, but I'm always getting better.  So, you want to use it?"

Did I even need to answer?  "would I ever?"  I heard myself say, sounding as exited as I felt.

While Homage was casting her spell, I hadn't moved an inch.  i was still lying on the bed, flat on my back with my head on the pillow.  Homage had wrapped the dildo in her telekinetic magic and began thrusting it in and out of her snatch.  Oh goddesses did that sight turn me on.

I felt my right forehoof fly down to my eager pussy.  I began rubbing my already raw vulva every now and then teasing my clit.  I wanted that dildo inside me as well but Homage was more in need of it then I was.  All I could do was wait.  Slowly, the dildo still thrusting in and out, she inched her crotch toward mine.  When the dildo made contact, I twitched a little and Homage let her levitation spell drop.  Suddenly, she thrust her hips forward.  Not only did this drive the dildo deeper into her own vagina but it also rammed into me with incredible force, past the head and halfway to the medial ring.  I let out a lewd moan of pleasure.  Homage drew back slightly and then rammed forward again.  This time my end of the dildo had made it's way completely inside.  As the medial ring bumped against my clit, my pleasure skyrocketed.  I felt myself thrusting back.  The toy moved in and out.  The longer this went on, the higher my pleasure rose.  I rode the waves of orgasmic ecstasy.  It was like a beach approaching high tide where each wave is larger then the one before it.  I felt my forehooves rub against various parts of my skin.  Sometimes I would rub my inner thighs or even my flanks, right over my cutie marks.  Every now and then, I would jostle my bulging crotch breasts.  All of it only added to the ever growing pleasure.

I knew I was getting close.  My thrusting became increasingly more eradic.  My breaths becoming raged and shallow.  Then, all at once, I came.  My inner walls clenched down on the dildo attempting to milk it for all it was worth, not caring that it was only rubber.  My juices squirted out of me and landed on Homage's genital fur.  Shortly after, she did the same.  Her cunt was dripping wet.  The dildo was completely soaked in our collective mare cum.  As I began to wind down again, basking in the glorious after glow, the dildo fell out of my pussy with a loud plop  I could see that Homage was no longer clinging to her end either.

"So," she said after several minutes of blissful silence "what do you want to do next?"

Only then did I realize that Homage had been taking the lead the whole time.  Unfortunately, I also realized that because this was only a memory orb, I had no real choice in the matter.  All I could do was observe as the events played out my own part included.  After a few drawn out moments which I believe had been spent thinking the question through, I heard, and felt, myself speak.

"I've got an Idea" I said climbing down from the bed.  "You lay on the end there and spread your hind legs as wide as you can."  Pushing the dildo out of the way, Homage turned around to lay on the bed properly.  She wiggled her way down until her hind legs, spread wide, rested just above the foot of the bed.

"What do you have in mind?"  Homage asked.

"I want to do a horn job"  I heard myself say.  As much as I liked the idea, I couldn't help but be a little shocked.  Had I really thought of that?  Isn't it weird how you can surprise yourself sometimes?

Homage only nodded in agreement.  I trotted towards her nether region and lowered my head downward slightly.  After everything that had happened to me over the last few weeks, there was no need to dull my horn from what would normally be a sharp tip.  It was already very weathered down as it was.

I felt my horn slide gently into her quivering pussy.  After three orgasms prior, there was no resistance at all.  I bobbed my head forward and backward, thrusting my horn in and out of her.  She let out a loud moan, clearly enjoying what I was doing.  As her inner inner walls massaged my horn, I let out a small, mumbled, moan of my own.  While I almost would have been content with that, I really wanted another orgasm.  A stimulated horn might feel good but it cant send a pony over the edge.  Only true sex can do that.  Thankfully, my past self appeared to share the same sentiment.

I felt my horn light up as the dildo was wrapped in the telekinetic sheath of my magic, the green light of it's aura spilling out through the cracks between horn and cunt.

"Oh FUCK yes!"  Homage screamed.  "Littlepip, keep doing that.  It feels so goooo-AH!!!"  She screamed at what I assume to be a massive orgasmic convulsion.  I wasn't entirely sure what was going on.  But, if I had to guess, I'd say the small, static tingle of my magical aura was tickling her insides, stimulating her entire lower area at once.  As she continued to writhe on my horn, her legs bucking slightly, I felt myself shove the dildo into my own dripping cunt.  I let out an ear piercing, sensual moan as it slammed in and out.  Apparently, even though I hadn't yet learned the name of it, I remembered the highly sensitive area Homage had prodded with her tongue two orgasms before.  The dildo was tilted at such an angle as to rub directly over my G spot.  On top of that, it had been bent in half and the other end was prodding my anus.  As I neared closer and closer to the eminent pleasure, I realized this orgasm would be the last one.  I simply didn't have the stamina to continue on for another round.  As my limbs stiffened up and my pussy writhed, the world seemed to blur around me.  My eyes rolled back into my head as I experienced the most powerful orgasm yet.  As my cum squirted out, I felt a torrent of magical energy explode out of my horn, tearing apart Homages pussy.

"FUCK!!!" she screamed in pure orgasmic glee.  Her inner walls clenched around my horn, refusing to let it escape.  I was stuck there until she had ridden out her orgasm.  Her mare cum squirted across my forehead, dribbling down my cheeks and muzzle.  Some of it even landed in my mouth allowing me to once again taste that bitter sweet flavor.  When we had finally finished, Homage collapsed on the bed.  Her face was contorted in ecstasy and she was panting in pleasure, still basking in her after glow.  Somehow, even though I felt thoroughly exhausted, I had still found the will to clumsily climb onto the bed to meet Homage.

All we did was lay there.  We stayed like that for the longest time but I didn't care.  For once, I was truly content.  For once, the horrors of the wasteland, the world outside this memory orb, didn't enter the equation.  In fact, I nearly forgot I was watching a memory orb at all.  It all felt so pure.  So real.  In my mind's eye, all that existed was Homage, me and the soft, comfy bed we were laying on.  Our limbs were interlocked around each other.  I reveled in the soft, warm touch of her fur against mine.  I could feel her tender touch and the warmth of her breath on the back of my neck.  After what seemed like several hours of pure serenity, though I don't know how long it really was, Homage broke the silence.

"I love you Little Pip.  You're the best toaster repair pony I've ever met and I wouldn't trade you for the world."

"I love you too Homage.  I don't know what I'd do without you.  You really have been my light in the darkness, more times then one."  I heard myself respond.

After a few more minutes, the silence began to feel a little awkward.  I felt my eyes widen, as though I'd been struck by a realization.  I felt my right foreleg move and saw my Pipbuck raise up to eye level.  "It's 17:37???"  I heard myself ask.  "Fuck!!!  I was supposed to meet back up with Calamity, Velvet and Steelhooves over an hour ago.  I'm sorry homage but I really need to get going."

"So that's it then?  We can't go for just a little bit longer?"

"Again, I'm really sorry but this is important.  Besides, I don't think I've got anything left in me.  I'm all orgasmed out."

"Well I think I could do a few more."

"Fair enough" I heard myself say as I saw the dildo float over to her in my field of magic.  "but I really need to get going."

As I got up and turned to waddle out the door, I had started to gather my things.  First, I felt my horn light up as I slipped my stable jacket back on and zipped it up.  My saddle bags followed closely afterwards.  As I tightened the strap on the saddle bags, I stopped in the doorway.   I heard moans of pleasure coming from Homage.  Feeling myself look back, if only for a second, I saw that the dildo was berried into her past the medial ring and almost all the way to the other end.  "heh"  I heard myself smirk as I turned around and stepped through the door.  I exited her room, traveled through her office, and made my way down the long corridor that led out of Tempony Tower.  Then, the memory ended.

Back in reality, I found myself lying back on my bed in the inn.  How long had that memory lasted?  The hotel was silent.  Neither Velvet or Calamity were trying to get my attention.  Neither of them had even opened the door.  From what I knew, the viewer will always spend as much time watching an orb as it took for the actual events to take place.  I must have been sitting there for hours.  I knew I had been in that room for too long.  There were several responsibilities I still needed to attend to.  There were probably hundreds of ponies in mortal peril, needing to be rescued.   But...

I looked down at my dripping wet cunt.  The sheer sexuality of that memory orb had a physical effect on me.  A puddle of my juices had formed beneath my crotch.  "No"  I thought to myself.  "that's not important right now.  Maybe later but not now."

With that, I allowed myself to roll off the bed.  Stumbling over to the door and reaching out my magic, I turned the nob and threw it open.

"Hey Velvet" I called out.