A Herd of Misfits

Oh Celestia's flank it was a long day! My urban dance class went well, with one exception. Three actually. Scootaloo, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle had been practicing, which was good. What was not good, was they were practicing their own dances, each one taking turns doing a five minute solo, in the middle of me showing the rest of the colts and fillies what came next for the routine we'd been working on. What made the matters even worse was that their little dance involved a lot of hoof stomping, cheers, minor rapping- which was terrible- and the complete lack of regard for anything I was saying.

“I'm so sorry about this.” Rarity had apologized after class, when she came to pick up Sweetie Belle.

“I do encourage creativity.” I nodded, still a bit miffed that my dance class did not go according to plan. “But this kind of behavior disrupts the learning for other students.”

The white unicorn nodded, understanding while glaring daggers at her little sister, who seemed to be more interested with the warm ups of my next class.

“Oh! Oh! Can I stay for that one?!” The way she begged her sister would have been cute, had I not known just how much trouble this little filly was. Cherrilee was right. She was two hooffulls, and then sum.

Applebloom's sister, however, was a completely different case. “Wha'd ya mean disruptive?”

“While I was trying to teach, she was off doing her own thing with her friends.” My eyes were watching as the minutes slowly ticked by, cutting into the time for my robotics class. Didn't these ponies know I was on a tight schedule?! “Which ended up being in the back of my class.”

“Doh'nt ya encourage creativity, or sum'thin' like that?” The orange farmer asked, clearly annoyed at something.

“Sure.” I agreed. “But not in my class, while I'm trying to teach other students. It's not fair to them to miss out on something because a few fillies are goofing around.”

“Goofin'?!” Inwardly, I groaned. “Mah' sister don't goof!”

After another few minutes to explain myself, I had to settle on talking to the captain of the local weather patrol, Rainbow Dash, about Scootaloo's disruption. I would have told all them at once, but the sisters came to pick up the girls at different times, making me have to repeat myself each time.

“Okay,” Rainbow nodded. “Sorry to hear that. I'll talk to her about it.”

I blinked. Okay, so she's taking this well. Great. It was on her way out that I heard her talking to the little Pegasus.

“Dash! I had so much fun!”

“Yeah? I heard you were awesome!”

“Totally, you know it!”

“Yeah, like twenty percent more awesome than that snubnosed teacher. Bet he was raising a stink because he's jealous.”

“Oh he totally is!”

“Be you could teach the class better than him too!”

They laughed finally walking out, causing me grit my teeth. Ignorant jock! You see, this is the kinda of shit I had to deal with in high school! And the painful thing is my masters in dance degree, that  took me several long tedious years to get, only landed me this job which payed just enough for the rent of the small studio and some for living, while Miss Dash's career, which might I add didn't take a college degree, payed more in two weeks than I made in a two months. Hell, the Pegasus lived in a cloud mansion! So not fair!

With having to to talk to those three, I had cut ten minutes off my class robotics class, making me skip the fun stuff I really wanted to do, and jump straight into continuing the choreography of the song I had chosen a few weeks before.

Things were smooth, and I even got too see Diamond Tiara, my latest star pupil, pull of some complicated maneuvers we had been working on in some private sessions. Sure the filly had a slight attitude problem, but she was really starting to warm up to me, and it brought me some joy to see how dedicated she was in the pop'n'lock routine we were putting together for the up coming fall fair.

What I hadn't been planing on was a surprise visit from Mrs. Rule. Strict Rule was the head of Mayor Mare's community and business board. Lets just say, she doesn't really like anything she deems is unimportant or unnecessary in the community. A pony who teaches dance for a living? That falls under the unnecessary category. And the 'dislike' category. And the 'how did you even get approved in the first place?' category. Not to mention the, 'why would a Princess sanction this?', 'how is this helping child development?', and 'you smell like sweat. I don't like that smell' categories as well.

“Mrs. Rule, how can I help you?” I asked, toweling myself down. “Please, excuse my appearance. I wasn't expecting you today.”

“Of course.” She replied crisply. She gave me a frosty look, and then looked down at the notepad she always carried with her. “I need to ask a few...questions.” She leafed through some pages, before looking up, fire in her eyes. “You missed paying last month's rent. Care to explain?”

“Missed?!” I was stunned. I'd never missed rent. “No, I paid it in full! I'm sure!”

“According to my records, we still haven't received it.” Her statement sent a cold chill through my body. “And if you ca-”

“Hold on a mo'm.” I told her, forgetting how anal she was about 'proper grammar'. My mind raced as I galloped to the back of the studio, to my little office, and fished around. Aha! Clamping down on a receipt, I trotted back, hoofing over the mail receipt. “I mailed it from Derpy's Air Delivery services the day that it was due.”

Strict Rule scanned the small document, eyes searching for any reason to shut me down then and there. With a little nicker, she clipped it to her clip board and eyed me for a long minute, chewing on her inner cheek.

“Mr. Jasper.” She began. “This indeed proves that you mailed it, but we still haven't received it. Now, considering that you went to Derpy's Air Delivery services, I understand that it may have gotten shuffled around.” I let out a sigh of relief. “However, that still doesn't resolve the fact that as of last month, we've had no payment for you. I am willing to show some good faith, as you have been on time, up till now,” I was about to say something, but she held up a hoof. “To offer you a slight down payment towards the rent until the money appears. When the money does, we'll take the down payment and put it towards next months rent, so you pay a little less.”

My heart stilled. “How much?”

“About,” She flipped through a few notes, and made a thoughtful face, counting up some numbers in her head. “Two hundred bits.” She decided.

“Two...Two...Two hundred bits?!” It only came out as a horse whisper. “That's a third of the rent!? I don't have that kind of money laying around!?”

Her look said it all. “We can install a payment program.” She smiled, trying her best to look kind. It didn't work. “With interest set at eight percent of the missing money.”

My throat constricted as I tried to gulp down my fear, nearly choking. “G-give me a moment, Mrs. Rule.” Slowly, I turned to my office and walked to where my reserve stash was hidden. It was all I had for my personal spending that I hadn't taken home yet. The thing about dance instructor's pay, is you only get paid based on how many students you had. In total, I had about twenty all together. In all actuality, I needed twenty five to start making a profit with mentioning.

I took out the money, and made my way back, head hanging in defeat. “This is all I can put towards the down payment.” It was all I could do to keep from crying. “This is literally all the money I have left to my name until the end of the month.”

Mrs. Rule took it, counting it quickly with cold calculating eyes. “There's only one hundred and eighty here.” She pointed out.

“HEY!?” I didn't mean to yell. This was the last pony I wanted to explode at. “In case you haven't noooticed, I ain't made of money! I can get you the last bucking twenty later, but as of right now, the only thing I could give you is the vest on my back and my hat, you want them too?!”

Strict was taken aback for a moment, not expecting to be lashed out at. Usually, she was the one with the whip for a tongue. “It will do.” She decided. But if the money doesn't show up by the end of the week, I'll need a full payment, or I'll close the studio.”

The finality of her statement sounded like a drum of doom. Nodding, I went to the door, holding it open. “If you don't mind, I think our business is complete. Unless there's another way you wish to strongleg me out of money I don't have?” She gave me a strange look. “No? Then, out.”

Strict Rule huffed and left, muttering to herself about being treated so rudely. It was hard to resist the urge to kick her in the plot as she passed by. With a heavy sigh, I turned off the lights of the small studio and made my way back home. Oh, that's right, I let out a little laugh and sighed, my home is now that way. Needing to unwind, I trotted to the house on the outskirts of town, heading towards Canterlot, to where my new herd was waiting for me. Wounder what they had planned?

Upon entering the house I could hear soft music playing. My ears swiveled around to pin point where it was coming from, trying to pick up the tune. It was a deep base that throbbed in time with a silky smooth clarinet. I started to make my way to the large room where I had woken up from that day, to see my herd seated on cushions, all smiling as I came in. This was not like every 'stallion joins a cult' movie scene I've ever seen.

“Welcome home Red.” Realm smiled.

“I thought we were having a party.” I replied, trying to smile, but the day's trouble weighed on my brow. I looked around the room, noticing the lack of decorations. “Party store out of balloons and streamers?”

Gear Tech chuckled. “We are having a party.” She confirmed. “But that's after certain...things are talked about.”

I groaned inwardly. What could this be about.

RJ noticed my distress. “Red. A herd isn't just about being together in a house making love and stuff. We're all equal parts of this family. We all have troubles and worries of our own, but don't let that stop you from coming and talking to any of us if you need help with anything. We will do the same with you in return. You give and we give all in equal parts with what we can.”

It sounded good, but something kept me from speaking up about my troubles of the day. I just nodded. After a long moment, RJ let the matter drop.

“There is something else.” He cocked a smile. “It's not exactly hazing, but we like to have fun with the newest member of the herd.”

My ears stood up. “Uuhhh.”

“This is how it works.” Realm kept grinning. “We'll take turns with you. Kinda see how long you can last, but don't worry, we know when to be gentle.”

My eyes shrunk. This was happening. This was really going to happen.

“Now, to be nice, We'll let the ladies take care of you first. Prep you for what's to...cum.”

I was hit by two flying mares, tackled to the ground. Both Trixie and Gear Tech were nuzzling me, stroking my chest fur and running their hooves all over my body. My face flushed as the first one, I don't know which, started kissing me, full on the mouth. Her hot tongue delved into my mouth, circling around until she found mine, and lifted it into her own, sucking playfully as the other mare, who I couldn't see, started nuzzling my naughty bits.

Letting out a groan of surprise, joy and deep relief from the stress of the day, I felt the lower one lick around my testicles, almost purring as she did so. The mare kissing me giggled into my mouth, giving me the strange impression that this was Trixie. As feather tips brushed along my sheath, tickling and coaxing my stallion hood out, I confirmed that it was indeed Trixie who treated me to a tongue massage and that Gear Tech was enjoying giving my 'other tongue' a massage. My mind either couldn't comprehend, wouldn't comprehend or simply was just out of service, because I couldn't move anything, except for my own mouth on Trixie's.

Best day ever.

After a while, I felt my sheath start to pull back as an erection started rising high, as if peeking it's head to the world in which 'dreams really do come true!' A hot, wet tongue slid from the base of my penis all the way up to my head, causing spasms to rock my body as adrenaline and pleasure rolled over me, like a wave of warmth, enveloping me and dragging me deep into the hot depths of sexual joys. My tip flared up almost instantaneously, gushing out a few shots of clear precum.

“Whoa!” I could hear Tech squee. “He really is a virgin, Daddy!”

My cheeks burned as my sudden climax betrayed my inexperience.

Trixie let go of my lips. “Tell me, Red,” She breathed, her own cheeks flushed. “Do you want Daddy to be your first?”

My mind flashed back to when I woke up that day, how Realm held me close, circling his hoof on my flank. How much it made me feel scared...and want him so bad.

My eyes teared up and I nodded, not trusting my voice. I was about to lose something precious to me, something that I didn't realize meant so much to me, and I wanted Realm Jumper, the head of my herd, to be the one to take it, forcefully if he had to.

Gear Tech looked into my face. “Daaww, Daddy, lil' Red wants you~”

I could hear some bits being exchanged somewhere. A quick glance showed that Writer was counting a few bits that Penn had just hoofed over. Then my vision was taken up by the yellow stallion that would be my first love.

“You sure about this?” He asked.

“Y-yes.” I finally answered, finding my voice. I smiled as tears started driping down my face. “I want you to be....m-my first.”

In a flash, his lips were crushing mine, his tongue like a twister, sucking mine, spinning it in small tight circles and his body was pressed against me. I couldn't move! I couldn't breath! I didn't want to! My forelegs held him closer, tighter than he was pressing. I wanted him to take me to the place where nothing could hurt me, a place where only we existed. I felt a hoof on my tip, and I knew that he was smiling.

Finally, he broke the long, passionate kiss, letting me breath. “Daddy likes~” He whispered, leaving me helpless on my back. He moved down lower and started nuzzling my goods, giving little whinnies of happiness at my low moans of pleasure. After a few minutes of that, he stopped, patting my flank to get my attention.

“Y-yes?” My brain was fuzzy as I looked to him, sitting on his haunches between my legs.

“Flip onto your belly.” He instructed. Without hesitation, I did as was ordered. I could feel his nose sniffing my scent, causing me to lift my tail up and to the side, as I pushed my flank into the air. Two hooves spread me, so all the world could see what a naughty colt I was being. “You ready?” I could only squeak. His hoof spanked me. “Ready, lil' Red?”

“Y-yes!” I squeaked.

Another spank, and his hoof started circling again. “Yes what?”

“Y-y-yes D-d-Daddy.” I whispered loudly.

His hoof spanked me again, harder. “Louder.”

“Yes Daddy.” I said. Spank. “Yes Daddy!” Spank. “YES DADDY!?!” I screamed, my body tensing, wanting him in a why I never thought I could want any pony before.

“Very good.” His voice was seductively sweet, almost making me cum right then and there. I felt his tip on my tail hole, something barely registering in my thoughtless mind. He didn't put any lu-

“Hope your ready~” I could hear the smile in his voice. “Cause Daddy's going in dry!”