A Herd of Misfits

My mouth was dry as I stared wide eyed at Mrs. Rule's stony face. “Say that again?”

The ice blue mare's eyes gave away her amusement, but she repeated the words my brain failed to comprehend the first time with a practiced, emotionless tone of a pony who couldn't give a damn about the world, even if her life depended on it.

“The check never showed up.”

I had gone to Derpy three days before, and she claimed that it was delivered on time. “H-how?!” I started to panic. Correction, I already was panicking. I was starting to completely lose it. “Derpy said she made the delivery! Even got a signature and everything! How in Celestia's Sweet Sun could it NOT be here?!”

Strict Rule didn't bat an eye. “Celestia's sweet sun is irreverent in this conversation.” She droned, making me want to strangle her with her own tape dispenser. Exotic? Yes, but I was desperate! “But weather or not the check got lost here are while in Derpy's possession doesn't change the fact that a week has gone by, and you still haven't come up with the late rent. If you can not pay in full now, I will simply take your, eh, 'dance studio'” She made quotation marks with her hooves, as if I was using the building for something else, “and it will go back on the market to be rented out.”

The ground felt hard as I landed on my haunches, stunned. “That's it then?” The words sent a numbness throughout my mind, nullifying my anger and sweeping sorrow away, only to leave a bleak white canvas of nothingness. “The studio's closed?”

“That is correct.” Mrs. Rule got up from her desk, heading to the door, opening it up. “Now, I believe our business is done, unless you have more yelling to do about how life is unfair? No? Good. Out.”

I got up, slowly walking out of the office. I paused, to look at her full in the face, her smiling eyes laughing at me. “How do you sleep at night?” I asked.

“With my husband.” She replied in the same toneless voice she always used. “Usually after a few shots of scotch and love making. How about you?”

I didn't answer. I just continued to walk out, waiting for the kick I knew would come. It never did, which I felt was worse.

It was a long walk home, and even then there would be a long afternoon contacting all my students to tell them that classes were canceled, unless their parents wanted private lessons. The likely hood of that was low, especially since my dance classes were little more than glorified foalsitting. With a day like this, couldn't handle life head on.

I made my way to the bar, but remembered I didn't have money, and I was the type of stallion to bum a drink off of another. I guess it was home after all.

Life in with the Misfits, what RJ calls us, was good. Meals together, and herd activities at night. A lot of sexual activities, but since my deflowering, I hadn't done more than make out with any one pony, thought I let Realm fill me up when he's frisky. It's just, sex is such a wonderful feeling, and the emotion that comes with it is such a high, while it's addicting as fuck, I didn't want to get use to it. I wanted to keep that as special and as precious as I could.

“You're home early.” Penn noted when I came through the door. One look at my dejected face, and he was at my side, looking worried. “Hey, hey, what's wrong?”

My mouth opened up to speak, but no words came out. Tears flooded my eyes, and the world squeezed me so tight, I felt like I was going to pop. Wordlessly, I threw my forelegs around the green scholar and cried, letting the dam break as every emotion from fear to sadness to anger over ride my system, leaving me nothing more as a quivering mass of broken pony.

Penn didn't shrink back, or flail helplessly with my contact. He just returned my hug, repeating the words, “Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong Lil' Red. You can tell me. You can tell Doodle.”

He led me to one of the rooms, letting my cry myself into speaking, as he set me down on a bed. After a moment, he gently tipped me back, and kissed me, climbing on top of me.

“NO!” I balled, pushing against his chest. “Sex isn't going to make me feel better!”

He just watched me as I continued to cry. “I wasn't think about sex.” He replied. His head bent down and nipped at my neck, causing me to squeak- he had a real fascination with my squeaking. “I want to get your mind off the topic that's causing such a strong stallion like you to break down and cry like a colt who dropped his ice cream.”

“So you can fuck me?” I demand emotionally. “No thank you!”

“So you can talk about it.” Penn sighed heavily. “Seriously. It's like no pony has even heard of sexual release therapy.” He forced his lips onto mine, holding me strong. I fought him for a full minute, before starting to melt into his kiss, his swirling tongue, slowly probing my mouth, causing me to lose the will to fight. My whole body relaxed as he gently ran a feather light hoof down my chest to my groin, circling the little area just about my sheath slowly. He repeated this motion as his intoxicating kiss drifted from my mouth down to my neck, where it became a hungry bit.

I let out a moan of angst and relief as his hoof aroused me, but just enough to enjoy the tingling  sensation of sexual build up while not giving me an erection. Five, ten minutes went by, and I was completely subdued. He let up on his biting and stopped his hoof movements. “Better?”

I was breathing deeply. “Yes.” I conceded. “Thank you. I needed that.”

Penn cocked a smile, kissed my nose and lay next to me on the bed. “Now, what's got your nuts in a twist?”

“You know, for a pony who knows how to relax a crying stallion, you certainly know how to ask delicate questions with tact.”

He laughed. “Yeah. It's a failing of mine.” Turning to me, I could see that he was serious. “What's up?”

I had to look away. After all, the news would devastate him almost as much as it did me. “I lost the studio.”

“What?!” He was over me, eyes wide and face in shock.

“Long to the short.” I sighed. “Derpy made the delivery of my rent, but it got lost at the office. Hasn't turned up yet. I don't have enough to cover the missing bits, and Mrs. Rule isn't interested in playing the 'pay a years worth of rent, get a month free' card.”

“Mrs. Rule?!” The green earth ponies face darkened as he growled. “She's a stupid cunt who wouldn't know the open end of a bottle if it was full of lava and shoved up her gaping plot!”

I'll tell you. I hated Strict Rule, but hearing another pony talk trash about made me feel good.

“Damnit!” Penn leaned back, so he was sitting next to me as I lay upon the soft bed. “I know I could talk to Princess Twilight about it, but I doubt she'd step in purely on the bases that she 'allowed the Mayor to continue running the community as it always had been.' She'd be afraid to step in and make an exemption from the rule because if she did it once, then every pony would petition her to do so for them.”

“The heart of the matter.” I sat up, laying my head on his shoulder. “Is that I didn't have the money. I'm sure if I could pool a thousand together, don’t' ask how, I could finish paying for last month and pay for this month, or at least put a down payment on the rent again as soon as I finish paying off what I owe from last months rent.”

Penn reached a hoof around and scratched my right ear at it's base. Oohh, that felt good. “We need to talk to Realm Jumper about this. He'd know what to do.”

“No!” I grabbed his hoof with one of mine. “Please. He's already done so much for me. I can't ask for money from him. Or from the herd. Please, that's not an option. What will it look like to the others? I've been here for just barely a week, and I'm asking for not just a few bits, but a thousand, or more, that I don't have. Please, Doodle, I just can't do that with a clear conscious. Please? Not a word?”

He looked surprised at the fever in my voice. “I don't know.” His voice was tense.

I felt like I had no choice. I had to convince him not to tell. Leaning forward, I kissed him lightly on his lips. The brief moment of stunned stupidity that flashed on his face faded as he let me push him down to the bed, my own tongue clumsily searching his own dark cavern, drawing his tongue in and sucking in it gently.

My hooves explored his body, moving up his sides and down his flank, taking in his shape and how toned his hindquarters were. A spark of lust started to shine, and soon the only part of his small, but masculine body that I touched was his firm flanks. He didn't seem to mind though. He just laid back, and let me kiss him, probably already figured out what I was trying to do.

Pulling back, I broke the kiss, letting a long strand of saliva connected us. “So,” I breathed heavily, eyes starting to glaze over with the lust that was building in my groin. “No telling?”

“You don't have to do this.” Penn answered. “I won't tell since you asked, but you don't have to fuck me to shut me up.”

The way he said it. I gave a little whinny of laughter. “I have no idea what you're saying.” I smiled back. “All I see here is a herd mate showing how much he loves another for being such a caring, passionate stallion.”

Penn reached a hoof up and hooked it around my neck. “Keep talking like that, and I'll get really excited.” He growled playfully.

I was already excited, and was rubbing my length, which chose to wake up and look for company, against his own growing length.

“Shall we play then?” I asked. While what I said was true, I felt like I owed this stallion for his silence.

“Hang on.” Penn reached over for something on the bedside table, and held out a bottle of lube. “You ain't tapping me dry.”

With a nod, I uncapped the bottle and poured a liberal amount on my third member, letting Penn used his hind hooves to spread it on. Oh Celestia eating Luna's puffy pussy, that felt good!

Once he was done with his hoof job, I prodded his anus. He was still on his back and his own penis was rock hard. “Be gentle sempai~” He giggled.

I paused. “Sempai?”

“What? You've never read a manga before?”

“Manga?”

“You're serious!”

“Y-yes?”

He started laughing. “Okay, okayoakayokay, when you get done rutting my brains out, I'm going to show you a few of my favorite ones, nie?”

I just stared at him. He was like a little fanfilly raving over the stallion of her dreams. We'll, I happen to find fanfillies hawt. He was still rambling on, when my brain said, 'too much talking, not enough fucking.'

“And there's this one where the bad guy is a-OOOOHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHHhhhhhhhaaaaaaa!” His forelegs wrapped around me tightly as I hilted hard into him. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH-” I started humping in short fast motions, just letting instinct take over. “MMMHHHMMMMMMFFUUUUU-” I could feel his anus squeeze my thick dick in ways that I'd never imagined possible. My rutting picked up speed until I felt my heavy balls slap against his feather soft tail in hard, meaty slaps. “FUHHFUUUHHHHHHHHHYEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH-” There was no warning for either of us. In a flash of pleasure, be both became a geyser of hot, sticky, white cum, me into his rectum, and him all over our sweating stomachs.

“Faaaahhhhhhhk~” Penn sighed as soon as the spasms that kept him from breathing died away. He let go, falling onto the bed, breathing heavily, sweating hard, and very, very satisfied.

I pulled out slowly, finding myself more sensitive than ever, and lay next to him, huffing from the exertion of giving him a mind blowing fuck in less than two minutes. I think that might have been a record or something.

“Lil' Red.” Penn gasped, patting my inner thigh affectionately. “You are amazing! Are you sure that's your first time riding a pony?”

His question stirred my thoughts, forcing my brain to function again.

“Yes.”

“Celestia and Luna help me,” He turned in and snuggled me. “I can't wait to see how more amazing you get with practice~”