A Herd of Misfits

by realmjumper

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Random, Slice of Life, Romance
Length: 19007

When Red Jasper faces heartbreak for the fist time, he's introduced to a herd where he just might fit in.

Red Jasper has only lived in Ponyville for one year, and already is smitten by the angelic Fluttershy. However, when he finally gets the courage to open up to her and ask her to be his special some pony, he never gets the chance to.

Sick with the pain, he goes to his friend, Realm Jumper, who introduces him to a herd where love is in no short supply, but each member is stranger than the last.

(Because of the amount of dislikes and yet positive comments, if you click dislike, please just spend a minute or two telling me why, so I can improve my story based on constructive feedback. Thank you)

[spoiler]Clop with story. And these ponies are shameless.[/spoiler]

Sorry guys. On hiatus due to writers block.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-09-16 07:10:48 UTC

Welcome to the Herd

“Okay, just breath.” I had been repeating the mantra over and over again as I stood with a hoof raised to knock on the cottage door of Fluttershy's house. This was a big step for me. I was going to ask the most cute and adorable pony I knew to be my special some pony. When I had moved into Ponyville a year ago, from Los Pegasus, invited by Princess Twilight Sparkle to bring more culture to the ponies here as an urban dance instructor, I was alone. That was until I met Fluttershy.

It was a chance meeting. I was out and about, running some errands and getting fliers up for the grand opening of the little studio I could rent with what meager bits I had, when I found a small fledgling had fallen from its little nest. Poor chirper didn't know how to fly, and was endangered of getting trampled by the traffic of the street. Without hesitation, I galloped across the street, earning some nasty looks as I cut off other ponies, and scooped him up, nearly knocking over another pony.

“Watch it!” I snapped. Holding the little feather puff ball like he was a glass orb. “You almost stomped on the little guy!”

The stallion didn't looked to concerned that his hoof might have been the last thing the little birdie would have seen. He just simple muttered a 'sorry' and kept going on. I shrugged his callousness off, and turned to the tree where the little bird had fallen from.

“Oh my,” The sweetest voice I've ever heard drifted from over my right shoulder. “Did he fall from all the way up there?”

I turned to see the most gorgeous Pegasus I'd ever seen in my whole life, her coat of yellow and  mane of pink, eyes wide with concern for the little flightless bird I was protecting. I was struck dumb, and only could nod.

“I can help.” She offered, with a smile that made my heart flutter like it had grown little wings of it's own. I hoof'd over the baby bird and she flew him up to his home and waiting mother. I didn't understand bird, but it seemed this mare could, and from the sounds of it, the mother was all too grateful for having her baby back.

When she floated back down, my angel alighted on the ground with such ease, I was waiting for the voice of Celestia to speak to the world saying 'This is my gift unto you, my little ponies. May her grace give you strength and peace.'

“Oh,” She blushed. “I'm Fluttershy. Thank you for saving Mrs. Jay's baby. She was very happy to have him back.”

“N-no problem.” I stammered, the words sticking in my throat. “Th-the name's Red. Red Jasper.”

Noise from the other side of the door yanked me back to the present, as I heard voices.

“Diskie?!” Fluttershy was saying, giggling. “I tolahahahaha- Stop ihihit!”

There was some chaotic laughter mixing in with hers. My hoof wavered.

“But, my dear,” A mischievous voice was saying. “How can I stop? You make the cutest squeaks.”

My face burned. I didn't know Fluttershy squeaked.

“Discord, you are so silly. I do not- Squeak~!” The sound of her cute noise made me blush harder.

“All fun and games aside.” Discord, I guess his name was, dropped his playful tone for one of nervousness. “This isn't just a social call you know?”

“Oh?” I found myself repeating the question. “What is it? You can tell me.”

“Well,” There was a pause. “You see, it's not as much tell as,” Something popped inside the little cottage. “Ask.”

“OH Discord! Yes! Yes, Yes, Yes! I will marry you!”

My body went numb. I'm sure she said more, but the words fell upon deaf ears. I don't know at what point I started moving, but I'm sure Fluttershy would be curious why there was a bouquet of crumpled yellow and pink roses on her door step. Then again, maybe she would be too busy squeaking for her faience.

My mind didn't register anything but pain and crushing sorrow. There were so many times I could have asked the mare out, but I was just too damn shy myself. It's strange, back home, I didn't care too much about getting any special attention from the ladies, but Fluttershy was so different. Kind, not worried about her looks, or my pay check. She was sweet, funny, loves animals...

Knock, knock, knock.

“Coming!” RJ's voice replied from somewhere on the other side of the door. His voice made me snap back to reality, feeling wetness on my face, like I had just walked threw a thunderstorm. I couldn't remember walking cross town to where he and his roommates lived, on the outskirts of Ponyville heading towards Canterlot.

The door swung open, bathing me in light that seem to radiate from within the home, looking so warm and inviting, yet out of reach for one such as I.

“Red?!” Realm Jumper, RJ for short, was a yellow unicorn with a stunning neon blue mane, with a spiral of the same blue running up his horn. “Celestia! What happened to you?!”

I sniffed. “Can, I...come in?”

He moved to one side, letting me in. I walked over to his couch and laid down. Realm and I had been friends for most of this past year. Turns out he was a fan of my dancing. He told me once that he saw me on his last trip to Los Pegasus. I used to street preform, and with how much hoof traffic was out there, I could easily earn a few hundred bits a week. The unfortunate thing was it about cost that much to live out there, making the move to Ponyville more appealing, and affordable, than staying out there.

Penn, Realm Jumper's roommate, and friend was with him at the time. The green earth pony scholar was the one who told Princess Twilight about me, and pitched the idea, saying that if Ponyville were to be properly enriched, the town needed more of the arts as well.

Here, I was among friends. Yet, I felt completely abandoned. I cried. I didn't know what I said, or if I said anything, as I wept into the cushions of his couch. I felt like I was in a void of darkness, not even noticing when some pony sat down next too me, gently lifting me up and pulled me in, so I could cry into his chest.

“She's engaged!” I balled, feeling the foreleg around my shoulders tighten. “I was going to as-ask her t-t-to...to..”

I couldn't finish it. The thought of why I was on that doorstep only drove the stake in my heart deeper. A fresh wave of tears washed over me, drowning me with grief in a sea of sorrow. I'd never learn to love again. My heart just couldn't take it. It wasn't shattered as much as ripped apart piece by bloody little piece.

“Shhhhhh.” Realm's voice cooed, rocking me back and forth, trying to quite my tears. “Hey, I'm here. I'm here.”

“I-i-I l-l-” The little pieces of my heart were now being stepped one by one, until they had cracked into little sharp edge fragments that cut deep just by laying there.

RJ's gentle hoof lifted my chin, coxing me to look up into his understanding eyes. “Hey, buddy. I've been there before.” He smiled kindly, somehow bringing a flutter of feeling into my stilled chest. “It hurts, but the pain won't last forever.”

My sobbing quieted to leaking tears that flowed like an old faucet. His blue eyes searched in mine, seeming to find something in the fathoms of my soul that I could not. Slowly, he leaned in. Slowly, I closed my eyes, letting his lips take mine in a kiss. It was a simple kiss. A kiss of love unspoken. My first kiss.

Somehow...Somehow my pain, that cut like a razor, seemed to lessen, causing my heart shards to flutter again. He held me in his strong forelegs, and I just laid there, finding myself becoming content to do so, as more silent tears flowed out of my closed eyes.

I only opened them when he broke our connection. “Why?” I asked weakly, sniffing a little. “Why? I'm so-”

“Say worthless, I'll bite you.” RJ growled. The sudden aggression startled me. “You are anything but worthless. This was a first love, and so it didn't go so well, but that's hardly grounds to call yourself worthless.”

Mutely, I nodded, snuggling back into his chest. My heart still ached, but being held by this stallion made it...ache less. Made me feel...wanted. I'd never looked twice at another stallion, but I didn't find the idea of being with one odd. It was just something I'd never though about, nor considered.

“I guess,” Realm considered my question seriously. “It's because you are so unique.” Looking up I could see he was frowning. “No, that's not the right way to put it...Well...” He smiled. “I'll show you.”

With that, he nudged me off his lap. Obediently, I complied, stepping off his couch, and sat on my haunches, waiting for him to lead the way. As he got off the couch, he stretched, like a cat would after napping. I could hear some pops and cracks.

“Ooohh Celestia's mane, that felt good.” He tossed his own mane a little and gave me a cheeky smile. “This way.”

The house was a bit bigger than I realized. He trotted down the hallway, knocking on some doors saying, “Meeting in five.”

Curiosity soon got the better of me after we came to a large room that was littered with ground pillows and seating cushions.

“What's going on?” I asked, ears perking up.

“You'll see in a few.” He replies, laying on a pillow, making himself comfortable.

I chose to sit, ears flicking with curiosity. If nothing else, this was better than wallowing in sorrow. A twitch in my chest reminded me that I might be putting off the inevitable, but for the moment, I forced myself to ignore it. I wasn't ready to face the pain again.

Penn, a slender green earth pony trotted in first. His rumpled short black mane bounced with each step, his tail swishing back and forth as he looked from me to Realm Jumper then back to me, clearly as curious as I was. Wordlessly, he sat on a cushion.

“Should I take minutes?” He asked, cocking his head to one side.

RJ nodded. “That might be good, as we need to iron out some business as well.”

Now I was REALLY curious.

Trixie, void of her purple star cloak and sorcerer's hat, walked in. She smiled seeing Penn and RJ, but halted mid step upon seeing me. She gave a nervous look to Realm, looking for something. When the yellow unicorn nodded, she made her way to the small circle that we started to make, sitting herself between Penn and Realm, and as far from me as she could. I watched her, as she kept her eyes on the ground, only glancing up every so often. The coyness that she looked up at me was rather cute. Almost as cute as-

Oh that thought made my chest feel hollow inside.

Next was a Pegasus. Her coat was bronze, and here eyes matched her coat. Only her black tipped brown mane and tail brought any relieve from the color. Her right ear and left leg, though, were actually made of bronze, creaking slightly as she walked, her wings folded to her sides as she trotted up and sat next to Trixie. She offered a smile, which, to my amazement, I was able to return.

Okay, what was going on?

The last pony to join us caused my jaw to drop. He was tall. Fact was, I wasn't even sure if he WAS a pony! The term, my little pony, didn't seem to apply. He seemed to be an alicorn of dusty light blue with a broken horn poking out from his shaggy, light green mane. He had...were those...purple dragon wings, and...ears?

RJ cleared his throat, drawing my attention back the him. “I call this meeting to discuss some issues that need settling.” He announced.

“We've got a stranger in our midst.” Trixie intoned, glancing up at me. “Not that Trixie minds. He is quite...cute.”

I blinked. Me? Cute?

“I'll get to him in a moment.” Realm waved a hoof. “First off, and I can't believe I'm repeating this, showers are encouraged, but no one hour showers anymore, please? I know we all contribute, but really, a magical hot water heater isn't cheap, and we've already gone through one this month. Lets keep bathing to no longer than twenty minutes, kay?”

“Not my fault Trixie needs a few extra minutes to keep her mane in pristine condition.” Trixie noted.

“Trix, I know you. However, I was talking more Writer.” RJ deadpanned, looking to the alicorn-dragon hybrid.

Writer, unbelievably, blushed. “Sorry. Just needed some...private time.”

Penn, who was taking notes with a quill and scroll, no idea where he got them, paused, nickering. “It's because you don't cut loose with us.”

The Pegasus rolled her eyes. “Cosmos, you know my door is always open if you need something.”

“Wide open.” Trixie snickered. The Pegasus smacked her with a wing. “Hey!” Trixie threw a pillow at her, witch was blocked with the offending wing.

Realm Jumper stamped a hoof, quieting them. “Girls, I've told you about getting along.”

“But she's so insufferable! Always talking third person? Who does that?!”

“She keeps picking on me! And she's always thinking about naughty naughty things!”

The girls kept complaining about the other, speaking very fast at the same time. Penn, ever valiant in keeping with his duties as scribe, tried to keep up with the duel whining.

“And she's such a self centered, egotistical, two bit, daughter of a bastard, third rate magician with a masochistic streak as wide as Luna's moon!”

“Enough!” Realm stood up and stomped both front hooves hard.

“What was that last part?” Penn asked, still working on his notes. “Daughter of a bastard, third rate what now?” Realm gave him a steely look. “I...will scratch that from the minutes.” He blushed, crossing out the insults.

“Now,” RJ began, taking a breath to collect himself. I guess this happened quite often. “Trixie, Gear Tech, I know you both care about each other, so please, cut the crap and spend a few nights together. I'm sure after fucking each others brains out will help you keep a cap on the attitude.”

Both Gear Tech and Trixie glanced at each other. Their mouths said 'hell no!' but their eyes said 'hello sugar~' to the suggestion.

“Now, my final point of business,” RJ smile. “Is I'd like to talk to you about a new herd member.”

I nodded. A new herd member. That was a great idea. I wounder who- Then my brain caught up with me. Wait, ME?!

“Uhh,” It was the first sound I'd uttered since before the meeting.

Realm Jumper turned to me, smiling. “You asked me why. This is why. We all have our own self doubts. Our own quirks that make us feel like we're unwanted.” He pointed a hoof to Writer, who was content to lay and watch. “He's half dragon, half alicorn. They say love is blind, but the world isn't. When he was young, the only mare he came to love led him into a trap that ended with his horn getting broken, and thus cutting off almost all flow of his magic flow. Most ponies are afraid of him because he's half dragon, so he has to hide, and because he doesn't have much magic anymore, he can't really defend himself. By all rights, the larger pony populace consider a pony like him a freak.”

I blinked. Suddenly what I had heard on Fluttershy's doorstep didn't seem as bad as before. Realm Jumper pointed at Trixie.

“Trixie is frightened of large stallions. It had to do with her being picked on and bullied a lot when she was a filly. She also has major confidence issues that make her have to exaggerate everything. It's also why she refers to herself in the third person adding the titles of 'great and powerful'. No pony would give her a chance, or give her the space needed for her to let go of the many masks she wears and be herself.”

Trixie blushed, and looked away. “I wish it were that easy.” She sighed, completely dropping any bravado she had before. “But the world is so cold.”

Gear Tech wrapped a wing around her, scooting in close so she could nuzzle the blue mare's neck. They really did seem to like each other, and all the insults were just for play.

“Gear Tech,” RJ continued. “Was involved in a magical explosion when she was younger. It blew off her leg and an ear. It took her a while, but she learned how to build magical machine prosthetic, but the magical explosion rendered her barren. There's no magic that can revers that, and most stallions want foals, so she'd never got a second look from any of them.”

My throat constricted. I couldn't even begin to imagine the pain and loss she felt.

“Penn here,” RJ continued. “He's smart, but socially so awkward that he'd try to make jokes at a funeral.”

Penn blushed hard. “I...don't get social cues well....”

RJ finally pointed at himself, his ears drooping slightly. “I myself act like a jackass in front of most ponies because I'm afraid that if I open myself up, like I do here, I'll get hurt like I have so many times in the past.”

“...So, you are all a herd?” I asked slowly. “A herd of ponies who feel like there is no love anywhere else?”

“What you have to understand about a herd,” Gear spoke up, her voice rich and vibrant of a working mare who loved to be elbow deep in grease. “Is it's not just about sex. It's not just about love. It's acceptance and unity. The lovey dovy stuff and sex just bring another dimension to our unity.”

I thought about that. “Where would I fit in?” I asked. “You all have tragic pasts. Reasons why others look away.”

RJ smiled. “Red. The thing about you is, we all find you very attractive.” I blushed. “But even more, as Penn and I got to be your friend, we saw more and more that we wanted you to be apart of this little herd. To be part of this intimate community that we've created. A place where all ponies are truly equal in the others sight.”

His words were beautiful, and brought a tear to my eye. I looked at all of them, and they seemed to share his opinion. The shattered pieces of my heart began to stir again. Maybe...I could find love again. Maybe...I already have.

Breakfast

I woke up feeling happy and very warm. Ahh, it was just so pleasant, I didn't want to open my eyes, but I didn't know what time it was or even if what happened last night was a dream. If it was, I didn't want to open my eyes. Please, Luna, please let it not be a dream. Slowly opening up an eye, my vision cleared and I got a full view of Gear Tech's rump a mere few inches from my nose.

My heart, which seemed to do a lot of self repairing from the night before, stopped. Only her tail covered herself where we lay. If only she- her tail twitched and moved slightly, giving up a little glimpse of pink. Warmth spread across my face and raced down to my neithers as a smile spread across my face. I could get used to this.

Now, being fully away, I blinked away the sleep still in my eyes and looked around. To my right, I noticed Writer, the dragon-alicorn mix, was snuggling with Trixie, who seemed to be having a blissful dream. I could feel RJ still holding me where we lay and looking to my left- two balls in a leathery sack and a sheath assaulted my eyes, just as close as Gear's plot was! With a jolt, I drew back my head, knocking heads with Realm.

“Mmm...ow.” Realm's ear flickered in annoyance. “Take it easy.” He mumbled without opening his eyes.

“Sorry.” I whispered back, trying not to wake the others. “But Penn's package is in my face.”

RJ considered that for a moment. “That a problem?” He finally asked.

“Uuuhhhhhhhh,” I looked back at Penn's goods. The skin that held his testicles was crinkled and looked pruney, even though his skin was dry. It looked like small fuzz grew over the black sack sheath colored similarly. “I just never had a stallion's goods in my face before.” I replied evasively.

“You didn't answer my question.” Realm pointed out, eyes still closed, and ear flickering in annoyance. “But I do understand. When Penn, Trixie and I started the herd, we weren't too keen on getting to know each other that way.”

I sensed there might be a story behind this. “What happened? What do you do to fix it?”

The yellow unicorn snorted and smiled. “Got drunk off our plots and had a wild night. When all three of us woke up, we had roaring headaches, but satisfied bodies.”

It wasn't much of a story. “Who came next?” I asked curiously. Last night, he bluntly told my everyone's story, but other than that, I didn't know much about the herd I had just joined. We had a giant snugglefest and fell asleep. Now that I was awake, warm and comfortable, and getting use to the sights around me, I became very talkative.

“Gear Tech joined about a year after.” RJ explained, still half asleep. “Let's just say, the herd was more therapeutic for her than the rest of us.”

“What do you mean?”

He lazily opened one blue eye to consider me. “...Look, Red. There are many things I'm willing to tell you about, but there are some questions that can only be answered by the pony themselves.”

“So, you don't know?”

He closed his eye, sighing to himself. “I know. The rest of the herd knows, but they won't tell you.” There was a moment of silence. I thought he'd gone back to sleep before he continued speaking. “Somethings are public, but other things are private. Here in the herd, we don't keep secrets. Sooner or later every member will know everything about each other, but only after earning the right to know. You'll have to ask her yourself.”

My heart sank slightly. “Okay.” It seemed that just being a part of the herd didn't entitle me to all the rights the others had. I was the stallion in the back of the line.

RJ seemed to sense my disappointment, because he continued with what he was saying before hoof. “Writer was the last. Poor buck. We found him outside hiding. It took him a few hours to relax enough to let us lead him into the house. It took even longer for him to start talking to us.”

“Do I need to ask him why too?”

RJ simple lifted a hoof and swatted playfully at my flank, making me squeak in surprise. “No sass, little colt.” His hoof rubbed the spot where he smacked. “Mmmhh, nice and firm.”

I didn't know what to say. Or do for that matter. I'd never been felt up by another pony, and here the herd leader was loving every moment of it. He pulled me back so his muzzle was close to my ear.

“Daddy likes~”

There was a part of my brain that told me that I should be creeped out, distraught, disturbed, humiliated and pissed off at such a bold statement. Then another part of me told that part of me to shut it's trap and melt with the contact. I'd never had physical affection before, the only exception being in my colthood getting hugs and snuggles from my mother. The way Realm's hooves made slow circles on my flank sent chills up my spin, wondering if he was going to indoctrinate me into the herd right here, right now, and claim me as his prize.

Part of me wanted him to. I'd never looked at a stallion that way, but part of me really, really wanted him to make me his.

My hoof moved before I thought, stopping his circles. “Realm. Please.” I blushed, instantly feeling shame. “I-I want to...but...I'm just not ready yet.”

RJ paused a moment, then patted me. “It's fine.” He said softly. “I know it's your first time with a stallion.”

“With a pony.” I corrected.

“And I have not intention to take anything your not willing to give up.” He rose a little on his shoulder to kiss my cheek. “We're herd mates, so I will look at you with the same love and affection I do with the others who are here.”

His proclamation made me blush.

He rose up, leaning over me and gave Penn's nutsack a quick nuzzle-not sure how I felt about that- before standing up.

“Rise and shine Misfits~ It's another glorious day, so let's make something of it.”

The others stirred. Penn, I noticed, had a trail of drool dribbling down his chin, and was smiling. “You like the sight, daddy?”

Realm Jumper smirked. “Unless you want me to have your dumplings for breakfast, I suggest you get up, Doodle.”

I blinked, feeling like I just missed a conversation. “Doodle?”

“Pet names.” Writer answered. He watched me with one eye where he lay. “We all have them.”

“Oh!” I'm smart. “Then what's yours?”

“Draggy.” He smiled. The urge to facehoof was strong. If it had been any more obvious, it'd be written on his forehead.

Tech got up, and stretched, her tail swishing as she unfurled her wings, letting out several pops from stiff joins. I couldn't help it. My eyes enjoyed the free show that was offered to them. She glanced over, seeing me watch. She gave a smirk that bespoke volumes of unme- mmmhhfff!

“Before you get to comfortable with peeping at all my pretty parts~” She said smugly, grinding her puss into my nose. “Learn to ask permission. I do enjoy some privacy while I'm at home.”

She smothered my nostrils with her scent and plenty of juices, causing my eyes to shrink to pinpricks. She got off and trotted happily out, singing, “Dibs on the showers!”

Trixie was also up, trotting after her. “Nay, the Great and Powerful Trixie called dibs before you!”

“When?”

“Last night while we were...in deep discussion.”

“Really now?”

“Yes. Trixie remembers.”

“Well, I don't. Why don't you refresh me as we continue this 'deep discussion' in the shower?”

The girls giggled and trotted off side by side.

“Remember!” RJ called after them. “Twenty minutes! Fifteen if you want breakfast!”

“...Wow.” Was all I could say, still not having recovered from the nose sitting.

Penn, who had finally closed his legs, got up and shook his short mane, giving the already messy mane more fluff, making it almost feather like. He gave me a grin. “You get used to it.” He told me, helping me up in my stunned state. “I mean how forward we are here about our sexuality. Not the face sitting. That was just Tech playing around.”

I just nodded.

After getting cleaned up, Writer went to the kitchen and prepared some food. Pancakes, orange juice, toast and fresh oats was on the menu for this morning. I've lived most of my adult life off of what I could scrap together, which was simple cereal, though milk wasn't always available. A meal like this would be the stuff of dreams to me. When I was given my plate, I wasted not time in attacking it. It wasn't until I was halfway through my double stack of pancakes that I realized every pony was watching me.

“.....?” I swallowed slowly.

“We say grace before our meals together.” Realm Jumper explained, a small smile of entertainment on his muzzle. “We're not exactly religious, but we like to give thanks for the good things in life. Helps us keep...perspective.”

My ears folded down in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

Penn patted my shoulder. “It's okay.” He stifled a laugh. “I swear though, the way you downed those pancakes, it was like you never seen food bef-OW!”

Trixie had flicked his ear with magic. “Please forgive Penn. His brain often forgets that it's tongue is attached to it.”

My face burned more with shame and embarrassment as my eating edict was brought into play by my green herd mate. Thankfully, Realm cleared his throat, bringing attention back to him. He clopped his hooves together twice before bowing his head. Everyone else did, so I followed suit.

“Celestia and Luna. We thank you for the slumber that brings relief and the day that brings life. These things we thank you for, amen.”

“Amen.” Was repeated by all, as each pony began their meals. I slowly began to continue mine, watching the others carefully. As I watched, I began noticing small things about my herd companions. Penn would often bolt down some food, then space out a little while he was chewing, like he was deep in thought about something, before remembering that he was at the dinner table, and continue his spastic eating style.

Writer, it seemed took each bite slowly, savoring the taste while looking around the group, taking his time to look each pony in the face, as if trying to say something with his eyes that his words couldn't quite convey. His gaze lingered on me, and I felt the most profound love and gratitude shoot through me like a bolt. The sorrow that was in his eyes was deep, but in equal measure was his happiness. It took me a few seconds to remember that staring was rude, and forced myself to go back to my meal.

Gear Tech didn't look up from her meal. She seemed simply content to smile as she seemed to bask in some kind of glow that I neither saw nor felt. Trixie, on the other hoof, kept glancing at different members of the group, as if wanting to make eye contact, but fearing to do so.

That left Realm Jumper. He just sat enjoying his meal, almost ignoring the world around him. When he was finished he straightened up and smiled, meeting my curious eyes.

“So, what's every pony up to today?” He asked, after letting most of us finish our meals.

“I'll be spending another day translating some books for Princess Twilight.” Penn answered. “She's got me working on an old tomb of Changeling script. I'll tell you, those buggers had quite an imagination when it came to the how the world works.”

RJ held up a hoof before the green scholar could rant on more.

“I'll be at the smithy today.” Tech announced. “Been working with Black Steel on an idea I have to get the train to run on something other than horse power.”

“Don't you mean Pony Power?!” Penn smirked. I felt my eyes roll. Wow. Just wow.

“Trixie shall continue to preform her little magic shows for the fillies and colts this afternoon.” Trixie said simply. “Trixie will be spending the morning getting ready for it, and practicing a few new rope tricks.”

“I,” Writer smiled warmly. “Will continue on my newest novel.”

“You write?” I inquired before I could stop myself. Again, the urge to facehoof was strong. His name was Writer. Duh!

“I have a few works out.” The half dragon pony nodded. “Break Wave Adventures. Frozen Stone Hearts. Awakening Through Fire.”

“Hey, I read that one!” I smiled. “You're Cosmic Wingbeat?! Wow!”

Writer blushed. “Cosmic Wingbeat is my pseudo name. I prefer to be called just Writer.”

“Or Draggy when he's balls deep in you~” Trixie smiled blissfully. When she realized what she'd just said, she blushed. “N-n-not that Trixie would know! O-of course Trixie wouldn't say such dirty things.” She blushed hard.

There was some snickering around the table, but the issue wasn't pressed. Again, all eyes fell on me. I sat there, confused. What? Was something on my face? It was only after RJ waved his hoof, like he was encouraging me to do something, that I realized what they wanted.

“I'm going be teaching dance lessons this afternoon and evening.” I told every pony. “I teach urban dance, and some robotics as well as pop'n'lock classes.”

“And I'll be working at the courier's office again.” RJ smiled. “Clean up your dishes, and we'll get together again tonight for a special welcoming party for Red Jasper into our little herd.”

I blushed. “Oh, no no no, you don't have to do that fo-”

“It's customary.” Writer said. “And it's a way that you'll get to know each of us better.”

“Much better.” Gear Tech smiled.

“Much, much better.” Penn added with an even bigger grin.

RJ cleared his throat. “Now then, don't spoil the surprise.” He too cracked a smirk. “We wouldn't want to scare him off, now would we?”

Those eyes. That smile. His voice. It made me shiver with fright, yet want what ever he had for me. I had no idea what was coming tonight, but the little voice in the back of my head just kept whooping, yelling 'Yay! I'm not going to die a virgin!'

Welcoming party pt 1

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!”

Welcoming Party pt 2

“OOOOHHHHHHHohmygoshLunarapingcelestiawithherhornonthemoon!” I drooled, barely able to breath. “Aaaahhhhhcelestiarapemewithafatmeatydick!”

With each thrust of the strong stallion mounting me, a new string of profanity escaped my lips as pleasure and pain mixed. When Realm told me he was going in dry, he wasn't kidding. However, he did use magic to lessen the friction to keep him from ripping me open with his rod.

“Rape is it?” RJ asked, sounding amused. “You want rape?”

My eyes shrunk to pinpricks. “Nononononononononono-” His ramrod hilted in my anus hard. Any scream I would have made of having such a hard, hot, thick, throbbing shaft forcing my plot hole wide open was driven out of my lungs with my breath as his thrusts became harder, and harder, pulling almost all the way out, just so his head was inside, before slamming it back in.

My brain, over heating form such strong love making, told me I that I was going to die a harsh, painful death from this, and that this was the greatest thing to ever happen to me. The only noise I could make was a-SQUEAK!- with ever thrust.

“He squeaks?!” Penn laughed. “Oh HELL yeah! I want to tap that next!”

My unfocused vision found him, stroking his own stallionhood as he watched me, eyes full of mirth and want. Writer was not above stroking his own meat, being the most massive erection I'd ever seen in my life- which isn't saying much. If I felt like I was going to die being impaled by RJ's stake, there was no way I could even think of handling that!

RJ's pace picked up, and I could feel his head start to flare up inside of me. I didn't even have a chance to tell him where I wanted it, certainly not in my gut, because I soon felt spastic adrenalin course through me, as my own shaft flared up. In a loud, almost painful, moan of lust and pleasure, both Realm and myself came. I could feel his hot, sticky, stallion milk flood my bowls, forcing more and more up into me, deeper and deeper, as I felt load after load of my own seaman spew from my tip, blowing like a wale's water spout.

“Oohhhh...” I felt something empty into my stomach as rope after rope of thick seed sloshed through me. “Fuuuuuuuuck~”

It was a strange feeling. It was like I had drank too much water, but instead of hurting, I felt good mixed in pain. I cautiously put a hoof to my gut, to find that my stomach was a little bigger than before. RJ, however, wasn't done with his release.

“I've got moore!” He slammed his hips into mine hard and started to grind hard, forcing more and more short shots deep into me, to pool in my growing stomach, adding to the discomfort and strange joy.

At long last, I felt his long raperod slide out of me. I was too tired to comment, complain or complement on what had just happened. Other than the dull burning I felt in my anus for being stretched so much and the growing pressure in my stomach from the sheer volume of his spunk, I couldn't feel a thing, nor did I care.

“You think he's alright?” Trixie asked worried, seeing the lack of response on my face. “Should we hold off till he comes around?”

I felt some pony roll me over, so I was again on my back, and a pair of cool liquid was poured on my hot lips. Without thinking, I opened my mouth to drink the water they were dribbling into my mouth.

“RJ!” Tech snapped.

“What?”

“You broke him!”

“He wanted me to rape him.” He must have looked around because he added. “You all heard him, right?”

“But now he's broken!” Tech complained. “See, all he's doing is smiling. I barely got to play with him!”

I guess she started pouting, because there was some shuffling of hooves.

“It's okay,” Penn started to say. “He'll come around soon. I went the same way when Writer first had me.” There was a dreamy sound to his voice.

The blurry world started to come back into focus as my brain started to reboot. “Ahhhg~” There was a commotion and ever herd mate was standing over me. Some concerned, others grinning wide.

“Well?” Gear Tech asked tentatively.

I raised a heavy hoof. “Not....”

They all exchanged looks.

“....A virgin.” I smiled stupidly.

Silence. Then some pony snickered. Soon, they were all laughing at the stupid grin I had on my face My body relaxed, letting all the jizz in my tummy spill out of my destroyed plothole, but I didn't care.

“Daddy?” I asked, still somewhat delirious. RJ stepped into view, a goofy grin on his face.

“Lil' Red?” He answered.

I held out two legs. “Cuddle!”

The whole group joined into to the cuddle pile, and soon, I was starting to fall asleep with my head on the chest of the stallion who took my virginity. I don't know why, but that made him special. Sure, I had a whole herd now. A herd to love and care for, but somehow Realm Jumper was more than a herd mate. He was my leader, but my lover as well. I gave a happy coo as I felt him rumple my mane, kissing my forehead lightly.

The ever persistent voice in the back of my head told me I had to tell him about my financial issues, but there was time for that. Later. For now, the world was right, and my heart was whole. I let out a little nicker of joy.

“Mmmh?” Realm asked, his own eyes drooping. “Something wrong?”

“No Daddy~” I smiled.

His hoof bopped me on the nose lightly. “I'm only Daddy when I'm mounting you.” He said. “Don't over use it, or I'll be forced to make you crap cum as a punishment.”

I paused. “I think you already did that.”

He bopped me again. “No sass, lil' Red.” He let out a chuckle. “But why the nicker?”

“Last night, my heart got broken.”

“Mmhm.”

“Then shattered.”

“Mmhhm.”

“Then-”

He put a hoof to my nose. “The point?”

I couldn't help grinning, as I kissed his hoof, which only made him sigh. “I thought I could never love, because I never had the chance to. I thought I'd lost my heart to a mare that I'd never have a chance with. But...”

“But?” He asked, opening his eyes too look down lovingly at me, in his forelegs.

“But now,” The tears started to run. “Now, I find myself loving more ponies than I ever thought I could, and being loved deeper than I'd ever thought possible for a stallion like me.”

The whole herd must have been listening, because there was a collective, “Daaaaww~”

My ears flushed, but when Realm Jumper took my lips in his, I didn't care. I was now home, with ponies who loved me. With ponies I loved.

Sexual Release Therapy

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~”

A Trip to the Supermarket

I awoke the next morning, finding myself snuggled with Gear Tech. Her hooves were very secure around my flanks, and her face was nose to nose with mine. I couldn't help myself. I kissed her gently, causing her to stir.

“Mmmmmhhhh.” She slowly opened her eyes, slightly dazed and confused. “...Lil' Red...?” I've noticed some nick names of the different herd members were used in varied frequencies. Realm, or Daddy, only used his name during sex or foreplay. Penn used his name, Doodle, when he was just goofing around, or trying to calm someone down- like me yesterday. Gear's name, Feathers, was reserved for when she was being shy. I know, sounds odd, but Gear Tech plus shy equals instant boner. My name, lil' Red, was used all the time. I didn't mind. It actually made me feel more...included. Trixie's on the other hoof....what was her nick name?

“Last night was great~” I smiled, nuzzling Gear Tech's nose.

She blushed. “You know...you were great too.” She pulled away slightly, looking up, giving me a coy smile.

The flutter my heart gave me sent an electrical charge through me, ending at the tip of my already rising penis. What did I tell you? Instant boner.

“Feathers~” I breathed, leaning in for a kiss. My lips met hoof.

“Lil' Red~” She giggled. “You're way to easy.”

My heart sank and I pouted. “Not fair.”

“Life's not fair, Lil' Red. Sooner or later, you'll learn that.”

I was about to tell her, at long lengths, how I knew life was anything but fair, when a hoof on my flank stalled me from any talking.

“If she's not going to finish that.” RJ breathed in my ear. “I could use some~”

I gulped, heat rising in my face as 'Daddy' started to nip at the back of my neck, his hooves exploring the girth of my length as his own slipped between my legs, lightly rubbing against my sack.

“D-daddy...” It was all I could get out before he kissed me, causing me to melt in his forelegs.

His strokes were smooth and light upon my skin, causing my member to become more sensitive with want of more. I let him use my body, as he loved me with his hooves and mouth. How I loved this stallion. My eyes closed, cutting the world from my vision, replacing the sensation of sight with an added measurement to taste, sound and physical feeling.

He must have continued kissing and stroking me for ten minutes, neither speeding up nor slowing down. My shaft felt like it was on fire, the stroking building up my pleasure and pressure to the point of unbelievable proportions that I just couldn't-

“Ahhh~!” My tip flared and a short spasm ran through my neithers as thick spunk erupted from my penis onto Tech's stomach and chest.

“Good colt.” RJ nuzzled my ear. “Mmhh, I just can't get enough of how fucking adorable you are~” He sucked on one of my ears, causing me to gasp and whine. “You make the cutest noises too~”

He let go and rose up, leaving me to look up lovingly at him, my eyes begging for more. I could see that he was unsheathed as well, but I wasn't ready to just jump and suck a dick quite yet. I still had to retain some innocence.

“Rise and shine Misfits~” He called out to us.

I looked around and saw that Penn and Writer were snuggled together with Trixie in the middle of them. At first, they didn't move, to comfy where they lay.

Trixie groaned. “Five more minutes. Trixie needs her beauty sleep...”

Both Writer and Penn didn't seem to hear the herd leader, still snoozing.

“Wakey waky, it's day brakey~” RJ tried again. Still no response. He didn't seem too concerned. Trotting over to them, he nuzzled their faces, and licked their noses until, grumpily, they opened their tired eyes and looked up at his beaming face.

“It's rise an-oomf!” The pillow caught Realm square in the face, curtsey of Penn, who, I noticed, looked paralytically dragged out.

“Cram it cap'n!” He hissed. “We spent all night fucking up a storm. It wasn't until three that we became to tired and had to stop.”

“And who's fault is that?” Gear asked, standing up to stretch. Her tail lifted enough so I could see her pink, puffy, puss for a moment. Celestia I love my life here~!

“Mine.” Writer heaved a large sigh, cracking his neck side to side slowly. “I was pent up, and had writers block. Trixie offered to help me relieve stress.”

“Draggy~” Trixie smiled, putting a hoof on his. I know that we all have special relationships with our herd mates, but something told me that was more than a herd mate look they were giving each other.

“I saw the fun and needed to let out a little pent up'ness that Lil' Red gave me yesterday afternoon.”

I gave him a worried look. He wasn't about to tell everyone about what I said yesterday, right? We agreed that was just between us.

Realm snorted. “I know.” My heart stopped. “I could hear you orgasming from across the house. That good?”

Penn's face was one of bliss. “I've never had a fucking like that before. And it only lasted for about two minutes~”

Gear Tech paused upon hearing that. She glanced down at me, staring. “You're asking for a face sitting, aren't you?”

I shrugged. After a week, sexual actions and talk had become common enough that questions like that didn't cause me to stutter anymore. “I haven't had breakfast yet, so I wouldn't mind eating something.” I replied.

She smile, but chose to trot off, leaving her tail held high, I noticed. “Trixie, I'm off to shower.”

“Trixie will shower later.” Trixie replied. “Trixie is going to sleep longer,” The light blue unicorn glared at RJ, who was still smiling. “Or she will brutally kill those who keep sleep away from Trixie's burning eyes!”

“How brutal are we talking about?” I asked.

Her eyes sought out mine. When we did make eye contact, I saw in there depths, Ponyville on fire. Heads of stallions and mares on stakes and children being sacrificed to some unknown god to quench his thirst for blood and curb his terrible wrath.

“Oh.” I tried to smile, but ended up gulping hard. “Oh! Would you look at the time!” I faked a yawn. “Guess we still have some shut eye to catch!” I laying my head back down, I closed my eyes.

I felt a pony sidle up to me, whispering. “I guess a little sleep on the weekends wouldn't hurt no pony.”

Later that morning, Trixie decided to go shopping for the herd. “I'll need a stallion to help bring it all back though.”

“I've got nothing going on.” I decided. “I'll go.”

“Thank you Red.” The unicorn smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. She really was a stunning mare to look at, and a little part of my heart gave a flutter at how much her smile reminded me of a certain Pegasus that had stolen my heart without knowing it.

It didn't take to lay the saddle bags on my back and we were off. Trixie didn't talk at first. After a week around her I noticed what RJ meant about her being scared of stallions. If Gear Tech was around, she'd be more than boisterous and rowdy, having fun, but the thing was she'd only really talk to Gear Tech, and not the rest of us. The exceptions were Writer, which if my theory was true, there was a deeper relationship there, and RJ, who she treated like a...Well, how we all treated. Respect, love and a profound trust that words couldn't explain.

After our trot into town, once we were around other ponies, she started talking to me. At first it was short questions or one or two word replies. As time went on, she started talking more and more, going in and out of her normal speaking- a bravado that made her sound arrogant- to her real speech- a toneless voice that seemed devoid of any emotion, though I thought I could hear a hint of pain in there.

“Trixie?” She looked over at me, mild curiosity on her face. “I hope you don't mind me asking, but...why do you often speak about yourself in the third pony?”

She stopped where she stood, considering me for a long minute. She seemed to be debating with herself whether to tell me or not. Finally, she started walking again.

“Have you ever heard of the Cult of Discord?” She began tonelessly.

“No.”

“...The Cult of Discord isn't really any kind of religion or group dedicated to the actual Lord of Chaos. You see, a long time ago, some unicorn got the bright idea that if he claimed to be a high priest of any of the known Deities, then he could order ponies to do his bidding based on the fact that he was 'holy' and would serve him because he 'served' the god in question.”

What she said made sense, in a sick way. “I see. He used Discord because Celestia was already speaking to ponies in the flesh. Luna must have still been on the moon, and no sane pony would have worshiped a nightmare.”

“Trust me, Red. No pony is completely sane. Fact is, it's insanity to think that sanity truly exists in the form we consider it to be.”

I chewed that thought. “So, back to the cult?”

She was silent as we entered into the super market. “I was born into it.” She looked at me. “That's all Trixie-I'm going to say.” The spit in her voice, the audible difference of character... Trixie must have lived through some terrible ordeals to come out scarred like that.

We were out in public, but I gave her a quick nuzzle to the cheek. “I'm here for you, Trixie.” I told her. “And I'll stay by your side.”

The blue mare smiled kindly, as she magicked out the list of groceries we needed to get.

“Now then. We need...”

We did our best to bargain hunt as we shopped. Checking what coupons we had, the difference in brands, and seeing if certain things could be switched for something else that was on sale. It was kinda fun. I use to dread grocery shopping, because I didn't have much money to spend- still don't. But shopping with Trixie, who told me she spent a good portion of her adult life on the road, showed me that the mare knew how to find deals and bargains that I'd never consider, like if a package was bunged up, the clerk would take five percent off the price.

We made it to the fresh produce area before I heard a familiar voice that caused my heart to pound and my teeth to grit.

“And then I was like, fuuuuush! And Bam! That's how it happened!” Rainbow Dash was bragging again about who knows what. I didn't feel like dealing with her, but as I hadn't told any of the herd, except Penn, about me losing the studio. I sincerely hoped the cyan mare would keep her muzzle shut about anything related to it.

“Oh my,” Another voice drifted into my ears, causing my pounding heart to quiver to a halt. “I'm sure that was exciting.”

“Yeah. Did I tell you that Scootaloo's dance lessons have been canceled?”

My heart stopped. Trixie hadn't heard what I heard, nor had she noticed that I was no longer looking for the ripest cantaloupes.

“Oh my, really?” Fluttershy's voice sympathized. “That's terrible.”

“Not really.” The weather captain laughed. “Heh, the teacher was a washout anyway. He was getting pissed that Scoots was showing off how much cooler she was than him.”

I felt my face flush. Why that stupid, daughter of a-

“Something wrong, Lil' Red?” Trixie was watching me fume.

“I'll. Be. Right. Back.” I shouldn't. Not here. Not now. But I wasn't going to stand around and pretend I couldn't hear that slack jawed jock with the IQ of a bird insult me in public.

The prismatic maned mare wasn't far away either. Literally two bins over from where Trixie and I stood. Really? REALLY?! The stupid mare couldn't look around for one moment and see if the pony in question is within ear shot?

I marched over to where they stood, deliberately keeping her back to me until I stood right behind her. I cleared my throat loudly.

She turned, a split moments shock and shame on her face, before setting into her usual smug smile. “Sup?”

“Hello.” I intoned. “I'm sorry that I missed you before, but since classes are canceled due to a...unfortunate circumstance, I'm offering private lessons to all my students-”

“Nah we're good.” Rainbow waved a hoof. “Tha-”

I continued, as if I was never interrupted. “Who are excelling, as when the studio classes resume, I'll be putting a team together and taking them to the Equestrian Dance Off in Canterlot to compete.”

Rainbow's eyes twinkled as the idea of Scootaloo being on a dance team, to show off in front of thousands of ponies, wining first place and being a hero- sort of- danced in her brain. Before she could open her mouth to change her tune, I shrugged and started to turn.

“But that's only for students who are excelling. Unfortunately, that rules out your adopted sister.”

Was I wrong? Most likely. Was this petty, lowly or despicable? Fuck yeah it was. Was it worth it? The look of confusion to shock to horror to blistering anger told me it was all too worth it.

“Now wait a minute!” She snapped.

“A minute?” I asked. “I'll give you two.”

“Scootaloo is, like, your best dancer!?”

I tapped a hoof, as if waiting for some pony. “And?”

Rainbow had a difficult time with that little word. “And! And! And, you'd totally lose if you went there without her!”

“I don't know about that.” I countered coolly. “Diamond Tiara is getting really good, and she practices too.”

Rainbow looked so pissed off, I swear to Celestia, she was about to pop a vain in her forehead. She growled.

“Let me lay it to you straight.” I explained, slowly. “Scootaloo has some talent, yes. I'll admit that, but she and her friends don't practice the moves I teach them, and don't listen. She has the potential to become great, but she takes too much after you.” I paused, waiting for the weather captain to catch up with what I said. “Natural born gifts, but no discipline or drive to actually do a thing about it.”

Rainbow's eyes went wide, then narrowed. “I don't like it when ponies insult me or my little sister.”

“And I don't like ponies who think they're better than others.” I stated simply. “And you thinking that she can dance better than I can, after I've spent most of my life studying dance, getting a master's degree in it, and have been preforming professionally for years really pisses me off. What, did you teach her all she knows?”

“Yeah, maybe I did.” The Pegasus snarled in my face.

I knew I was making a scene, but I didn't care. As far as I was concerned, she could take a swipe at me. I'd only punch back harder.

“Whoa, whoa ladies~” A hoof separated us, and my good friend Vinyl Scratch pushed us back gently, a grin on her face. “I don't know about you two, but that sounded like a challenge.” She pulled something out of her saddle bag. A portable speaker with an O-Stick attached to it. “Shall we settle this like real ponies?” She magically hit play, and a beat started to pound out of the little speaker with surprising clarity and sound.

Rainbow glowered at me. “You ain't worth my time.” She started to turn.

“Really now?” I asked, the faintest of smiles on my muzzle. It was time to rock her little world.

Standing up on my hind legs, I shrugged off he saddle backs, laying them safely from my little performance spot, and started bouncing to the beat. With a shudder, I stood stalk still, moving my forelegs like a robots, adding short little pops and long sweeps so it looked like I was made of steel and joins rather than flesh and blood. After fifteen seconds, I paused, pointing at Rainbow Dash.

She snorted. Getting up on her hind legs. “That's easy.” She boasted, trying to mimic my moves. It didn't take a trained dancer to see that she had no idea what she was doing, but she pulled through enough to point back at me.

So she thought she could dance?

I popped and rolled my joints, making my legs look like writhing snakes that would ripple, pulling my body one way then another, before dropping down, and acting like I was a puppet on strings. After a few more seconds, I swayed, looking at her, glaring the words 'bring it!'

It was all I could do to keep from laughing at how stupid she looked. She realized quickly that she was looking stupid, because we had drawn in a crowd, and they were snickering at her. When she stopped, I cemented in my skill.

I stepped forward, balancing on my left foreleg, raising the rest of my body up, to do different tricks with my free legs with before jumping over to the right foreleg without losing balance. The crowed cheered and stomped. I landed to a gawking Rainbow Dash, who had not been beaten, so much as creamed then wiped across the floor like a mop.

“Now,” I walked up to her. “Have I made my point?”

But Rainbow wasn't looking at me anymore. She was staring at a point over my shoulder. “What do you want?!” She snarled.

Looking back, I saw Trixie, looking stunned at me. Heh, I guess Rainbow's wasn’t the only mind I've blown.

“I was simply watching.” Trixie replied, looking unsure of herself.

“Likely story.” The weather captain looked between me and Trixie. I could almost hear the clogged cogs in her brain working. “She made you dance like that. Ain't no way a pony could be better than me.”

I snorted. “Humility much?”

“So what are you doing here?” Rainbow Dash demanded of my herd mate, ignoring me. I didn't like that tone. “Planning to over throw Twilight again? Got another alicorn amulet? Going to wake up an Ursa Major this time and flatten all of Ponyville?”

“Whoa.” I put a hoof on the Pegasus's shoulder, reminding her I was standing between her and my Trixie. A glance at her told me that she was both ashamed and frightened.

“Hoof off, buddy!” Rainbow smacked my hoof away.

Trixie crouched, as the crowed turned their attention to her, remembering something I wasn't around for.

“Please. I-I'm sorry. I-I-”

“You what?!” Dash smiled, proud that she had turned the tide of shame to some other pony than herself. “Tell me, I'd love to hear how incredibly sorry you are for almost destroying the town not once, but twice.”

That did it. “Hey,” I pushed the weather captain hard enough that she had to stumble back. “Leave her alone.”

At first, I thought she was going to headbutt me. Then her eyes went wide. A goofy grin spread across her face as she let out a snort. She started laughing, sitting back on her haunches, wiping tears from her eyes.

“You-hahaha-You-ooohhhhohohohoh-You like her?!”

I didn't blink. “And?” I wasn't ashamed of it. She was my herd mate after all.

“You-hahahah- Red and Trixie sitting under a tree~ K-i-s-s-i-n-g~” She sang.

I was about to remark that it was a good thing that she knew how to spell, when another glance back at Trixie revealed that she was mortified at the public display that was happening. Other ponies started laughting and a few even joined in with the bully.

Back in high school, I couldn't fight with the jocks that put me through hell like this. There was one thing I could do to, if nothing else, get back at them, until they flushed my head down a toilet. You see, I know I'm not the most masculine stallion. Some ponies had even gone so far to say that if it wasn't for my face, I'd look like a mare, and I quickly learned how that could be an effective tool against stallions, and mares.

I stepped in close, almost close enough to rub up on Rainbow. She blinked, cutting her song short. I blew softly into her ear, raising my voice to a falsetto

“Rainbow, honey~” I whispered. “Don't sing about her~ Please, you'll make me all hawt and frisky~ You wouldn't want that, would you? Me, hawt and bothered, in some other mare's bed, riding her all night till she can't gush anymore~?”

It worked in high school. It worked here. Rainbow's face blushed up and a chill ran down her spin, causing her to visibly quake at my sultry words and silky voice, almost sounding like a mare in heat. A quick glance down proved how effective my tactics were. Rainbow Dash, the proud weather captain of Ponyville, was now sitting in a puddle of her one jizz.

“You know?” I whispered in her ear, tickling her senses. “You're kind really make me sick. Picking on others because you think you're better? Bullying others because of mistakes they made, even after they have apologized. You know nothing, so stop acting like you're queen of the sky.” I paused, making an over exasperated act of smelling. “What's that rank smell? Fish?”

The devastation of my actions and words on Rainbow Dash caused the mare to turn to stone and stop breathing. I got up, and looked at the crowed, who had decided that their shopping lists were suddenly more demanding than the scene we'd made, and scurried off like parasprites. I sidled on the saddles bags, and lifted Trixie up.

“I think we got enough. Ready to go?”

Trixie's eyes were brimming with tears. She only nodded.

As we started to leave the store, Fluttershy caught up to us.

“Wait just a minute!” She called out sternly.

“You go on Trixie. I'll be on my way soon.” Turning I looked to a huffy Fluttershy. “Yes?”

“How dare you say all those nasty, horrible things to Rainbow Dash?” She scolded. “She's a good mare, and tries her best.”

I wasn't amused anymore. “Fluttershy. If you're too blind to see how she not only insulted me, tried to prove that she was better than me, but she had to drag my...friend in and belittle her,” I resisted the urge to say herd mate. I wanted to keep that private right now. “To my face and in the presence of others, then I don't have anything to say to you.”

“Trixie isn't exactly innocent either.” She pointed out. “She tried to do horrible things to Twilight and my friends a few years back.”

“What, and Discord didn't do anything bad in his life? Not rule over Equestria in chaos and darkness? Not almost getting away with it for a second time when he broke out a few years back?” She looked shocked. I waited for her to reply, but she kept silent. “Oh, and congratulations on your engagement. I'm sure that you and Discord are just perfect for each other.”

Turning I trotted off, not bothering to look back and see what Fluttershy was doing.

It seemed that Trixie took me up on the offer to go on ahead, because I didn't see her as I trotted back to the house. I made it almost to the outskirts of town when-

“Hey! Wait a moment!”

I rolled my eyes as I turned to tell who ever it was that I wasn't going to apologize for what I said to any pony. The speaker was a hefty stallion, with a large barrel chest and a muscular flank that teased my eyes. His coat was charcoal black and so was his mane. The only relief from the color was his white muzzle and gray cutie mark of a stone block.

“Can I help you?” I asked, not hiding the fact that I wasn't in the mood to talk much right now.

“I saw what you did back there.” He said after catching he breath. “How you made that mare cum without touching her.”

“Oh.” I wasn't sure how to take that.

“Could you try that on me?”

“I'm sorry-what?” I raised a hoof and did a mock of me hitting my ear to unclog it. “You want me to do what now?”

“Try that trick on me. I want to see if it works on all ponies.”

“....You do know how you're making this sound, right?”

“Please? I'll explain afterwords, I promise.”

With a sigh, I didn't give him a chance to ask again. I had sidled up to him, whispering in his ear all the dirty things I could do to him, how much I wanted him, and how I wanted him to claim my flank for his own. My voice was a high pitched whine of want and lust, my breath was hot in his ear. I even took a moment to draw back and give him starry eyes that begged him to turn my around and rut me here on the street.

He came rather fast, though not as fast as Rainbow Dash.

“Fuuuuuuhhhhhk.” He breathed, as his spunk leaked out. “That was hawt!”

“Okay. Now what is this about?”

“I'd like to offer you a job.”

I blinked. “Do what now?”

“I work for...Well, lets call him Mr. H. Mr. H has a private club for ponies who would like privacy, but can't exactly get it anywhere other than home. These ponies want to be able to go to a cafe and relax with a coffee, or tea, maybe chat to a fine looking mare, or stallion and be normal for an hour or two. Mr. H lets those ponies do that, and keeps them anonymous to the world. It's a win win.”

“Okay, I get the general idea. Where does this leave me?” At first, he made it sound like a sex club. But the more he talked, the more I saw that this was something else completely.

“You would be a host. A host is why ponies come to us. You treat them like a normal pony, keeping them comfortable, pouring tea and coffee. You talk to them, let them get to know you and you them. There are a few rules, though. No touching, in sexual ways that is. That is why your talent will be so-”

“Desired?” I put the last piece of the puzzle together. “Because if physical contact was allowed, the it'd be a sex club, and payment for physical sex is illegal.”

He smiled, seeing I got the picture. “And so you can charge extra for it. Think of it as, 'tip for service'.”

“Is that legal?”

The black stallion shrugged. “Mr. H lets us do it. Me, I make little sculpture for them. That's why my cutie mare is a block of stone.”

“Huh. So. How much is the pay?”

“Oh, I'd say twelve hundred a month.”

My jaw dropped. “T-t-twelve hundred?!”

“More with a talent like yours.”

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. “What's the catch?”

“The catch?” He sized me up and down. “Catch is simple really. You only get paid for your clients. The more clients, the more pay. Each is worth two hundred a piece. They can only visit once a week for an hour. Two if they work out a special deal with Mr. H.”

“How many hours do I have to work?”

“Have to? You don't have to do anything. It's all on your availability. If you only have time for an hour, that's what you stay for. Have a day off, you can serve as many clients as you can. See? Simple.”

I mulled that over in my head. It seemed too good to be true. “What if...What if I decided I wanted to stop?”

He smiled. “Well, with the money rolling in, I'd doubt you'd want to do that any time soon, but say you did. You'd have to give Mr. H a head up, and just do a last session with all your clients, like a goodbye session. Then you're done. Pretty cut and dry really.”

There was only one more question I had. “When can I start?”

From Door to Bed

Well that was unexpected. Onix Chip, the stallion who offered me the job, told me I could come in tomorrow and start. I didn't really want to entertain other ponies with me, eh, talent, but if I could get enough cash to pay for the studio, and maybe a little more so I could keep it running, it'd be worth it.

As I opened the door home, I was caught in a tight hug by some pony. “You are AWESOME!” Oh. It was Tech.

“And pray tell, why?” Our make out session last night was fun, but I wasn't THAT good.

“Trixie told me everything.” She looked up at me, her eyes soft and warm. She kissed my cheek. “She told me how you humiliated Rainbow Dash for picking on her. That was so brave.”

“It was?” I was slightly confused from getting such praise. This was Gear Tech, the pony who would sit on your face if you ticked her off. She didn't give out praise often.

“Rainbow....” The bronze Pegasus pulled away, looking very unsure of herself. “Is kinda intimidating. I mean, I know I can fly and stuff, but, well, with her talent she might as well be a Wounderbolt, and a pony doesn't just mess with one of them.”

“Well,” The praise felt good, but I still wanted to play this off cool. “She went after one of my herd mates. How could I just stand there and let another pony push Trixie around like that?”

“Even if those things she said are true?”

A silent chill settled in my stomach at the question. Did Trixie really do all those horrible things that the Weather Captain accused her of? Was Fluttershy not just standing up for her friend, but try and warn me of what the unicorn had done in the past?

“Even if it's true.” I stated. “She is my herd mate. What happened in the past is the past. I won't judge her on things I wasn't around for, and if I was, I'd forgive her. She doesn't seem like the pony who would try and do all those things now. Why drag her through the mud when she's trying to become better?”

Gear Tech looked up, meeting my eyes, giving a coy smile. “You really are a strong stallion.” She blushed.

Oh great. She was toying with me now...I wonder. If my little trick worked on Dash and Chip. I stepped in close, leaning into her ear, changing my voice slightly.

“You think so?” I asked breathlessly. “You don't want to over power me? Tie me to a bed and be at your mercy? Waiting on baited breath for you to mount my long. Hard. Stiff. Throbbing. Rod, practically dripping in anticipation as I shiver and quake with want and fear of how hard you're going to ride me, and make me squeak and squeal your name as I pump rope after rope, quart after quart of my hot, musky, thick, sticky seed deep inside your hot, hungry puss~?”

Her face drained of blood as she listened to my whimper of lust and her eyes filled with visions of her rutting me as I lay tied up on a bed. Her wings shot straight out and she gave a high pitched keen as her rump quivered. Next thing I know, my lips are being devoured by her hungry mouth, her tongue rough and forceful against mine.

After a minute, or three, she pulled away, growling softly. “You. Me. Bed. You made me cum just by words. I'm going to drain you of every last of that naughty, hot spunk for that~”

Oh, so it did work~

I let her lead me into the house, giving Penn the saddle bags to take to the kitchen, he didn't have to ask why, and to a room. The room was simple. A bed, a chest and pillows.

“You.” Gear breathed. “Bed.”

I obeyed. She was rather bossy, but the way she kept pausing to rub her clit with a hoof was quite worth the orders. I laid down, and she came and tied me to the bed. Only after all my limbs were secure, did she pause long enough to kiss me deeply.

Our tongues danced, her lips hungrily tried to gain purchase on mine. She broke the kiss, so she could crawl on top of me, her scent filling the room as she lifted her tail. The kiss alone excited me. Her scent gave me an instant boner. She positioned herself so she could sit on my chest, giving me a full display of her winking cavern, while she ran a hoof and feather tips over my shaft.

“Ooohhhhh~” I sighed. “Feathers~”

She looked over with wide eyes, as if she was sunned I was there. “C-c-can I ask you a f-f-favor, Lil' Red?”

Oh please, just fuck me now. “Anything.”

“C-c-can you...use that voice again?”

“What do you mean, Feathers?” I replied in my lustful squee. Her eyes rolled as her winking clit leaked a little, dribbling down her fur and onto my chest. Luna masturbating to Celestia's Plot! This mare couldn't stop cumming!

She lightly licked my tip, causing the most amazing spasms to run through me.

“F-Feathers~ Please, be gentle?” I whined. “I'm sensitive there.”

Her lips kissed my head, as her puss drizzled more. Was my voice that good?! I didn't have time to contemplate that for long, because soon her lips ran over my head, until it popped into her mouth, and then her lips explored lower, and lower. It wasn't until she was licking my medial ring that I realized I had half my dick down her throat! Holy Celestia Fucking Luna's horn! Her wingtips played with my ball sack, spreading the drool that was slowly falling down my length as she choked lightly on my meat.

“LunablowingCelestia'shornwhilebeingbrutalizedbyabatpony!” I squealed, barely capable to keep the falsetto up.

Her whining was loud, as she bobbed her head up and down. I couldn't stop myself. When her head went down, I thrust up, slapping her in the face with my wet balls, forcing her to take my dick all the way down her esophagus, nearly reaching her stomach. I wasn't going to last long.

With enormous effort, the Pegasus pulled herself off, sliding my throbbing shaft out of her wet throat. My head popped out of her mouth with a sloppy wet pop.

“Oh Celstia!” She gasped, collapsing in a heap on top of me. Her winking puss teased me as it drooled more. “That was, amazing!”

Oh, I just couldn't stop myself. “But, Feathers, that's my line.” I said in my special voice. She shuddered again, leaking out more femcum. Too easy. I was fully expecting her to struggle to get up and sit on me, riding me for all she was worth. I wanted her to do that. That...is- wait, what?! Was she sleeping?!

I could hear her light snores coming as she lay on top of me, still erect, and wanting more. Well, this was awkward. I looked at the free view of her vagina. I wonder if- I strained to lift my head enough up and forward to try and get to her, but, alas, she wasn't close enough. I squinted at her throbbing pussy, I will not be denied!

For ten minutes, I stretched and craned my neck in every which way I could, trying to get to the savory, cream filled pie that lay before me, but I just didn't have the reach! I even tried to get some of her tail, to pull her to me, or yank her away- I didn't care at this point, but even that was too far. Of all things! WHY?

“Mmhh.” Gear Tech moved, waking up. “Mmhhhh, she turned her body, and snuggled into my chest, falling back asleep, leaving me very unhappy about the situation. Before I could protest, though, she just kissed my neck, murmuring. “Love you Lil' Red...zzzz”

For Fucks Sake!....how was I suppose to wake her up after a statement like that?!

I lay there brooding for a while. Looking over, I could see her sleeping, with her mouth slightly open, a little line of drool running out of the corner of her mouth. I couldn't help but smile. Letting my head rest on hers, I closed my eyes and drifted off, but not before whispering.

“I'll get you back for this.”

First day on the job

“You okay with this, Red?” Onyx asked as I straightened my bow tie. I was shivering from ear to hoof. This would be my first client, and they wouldn't tell me anything other than a name, and that didn't help either. What kind of name is Mossy? Stallion or mare? Answer me that much at least! With a name like Mossy, it  could go either way!

“Just, let Mossy in.” I sighed, sitting on the couch, letting my fore hooves hang over the arm of the couch. For what ever reason, Mr. H, who I had yet to meet, instructed me to wear black vest with a bow tie. I felt like an exotic dancer, which, with the way I could be acting for the client, might not be too far from my job description.

“What ever you say.” Onyx stepped out and Mossy stepped in a few moments later.

I forced my jaw not to drop as Mossy, turned out to be a green unicorn, with a swept back, two toned brown mane and a laughing mask for a cutie mark. She was stunning, and that seemed like an insult to her perfect figure. She blinked her long eye lashes at me, giving me a hungry smile. She was going to eat me alive.

“Hi there~” Oh buck! Oh buck! I knew this pony! She was only one of the most talented actresses in Canterlot Theater. “Can I, come in?”

For a long moment, my brain forgot that I was suppose to be entertain this pony, and treating her normally.

“Y-yes.” I hastily got off the couch, walking over to the door, nearly tripping over my own hooves. “Please, come in.”

She looked a little disappointed, but she trotted in. “Let me guess, sugar. New?”

Laughing nervousness, I nodded. “First session actually.”

Mossy rolled her yellow eyes. “And I have to put up with foalsitting you. That's just perfect.”

Her words cut deep. “Sorry.” I mumbled. “I wasn't given any instruction.”

Mossy gave me a half lidded look. “Kid, if you act like that, you're not going to last the day. Come here.” She walked to the couch and sat down, patting the spot next to her. “I've been a regular here for years, so I know how things run. First off, were you told hooves off?”

Mutely I nodded.

“Luna Buck the Moon! They really ARE throwing you to the wolves aren't they?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don't believe everything you hear honey.” She sighed, leaning back. “Mr. H has connections. Those connections mean two things. One, this place can exist, and two, he can get away with just about anything.”

I stared at her. “W-w-what?!”

She nodded, her yellow eyes watching mine with a hunger that ran deep. “Let me put it in terms you understand, because clearly, I'm not getting through that thick skull of yours.” She leaned in and whispered in my ear. “You're a weak helpless little colt.” Her breath was a hot pant in my ear. “And I'm a hungry Timber Wolf.” Lightly, she licked my ear.

Any brave stallion would have just sat there, sweating bullets. A strong stallion would have given in to her lustful advances. I, however, will be the first to tell you I'm not a brave or a strong stallion, and so squealed loudly, turning, and backing up on the couch, starting to babble, my voice shifting into a high pitched whine.

“No,nonononono, ple-please! I-I-I-I'm not like that! H-honest! I'm a good colt! I'm a good colt!”

Mossy blinked and stared at me. Her surprised face turned into a smile. Soon, she was doubling over, laughing her plot off, even going so far to fall off the couch to roll on the floor, holding her ribs as she chortled.

“Kid, hahahaha, You're, heheheehehe, Oohhh Buck! That was-HAHAHA-th-that was-”

Watching her roll about, giggling like an idiot told me everything. Sitting up, trying to recover what dignity I could, I crossed my forelegs and pouted.

“Mossy, you're mean!”

“That look on your face! HAHAHA!”

“Yeah, ha ha, it was funny. Now would you just shut up about it already?!”

She stopped rolling, giving me a wide smile. “Ohh, feisty, are you? What you going to do if I don't?”

Oh she wanted to go that rout did she? I slide off the couch onto the floor, scooting close to her, and breathing in her ear, much the same way she did to me.

“I won't do a thing~” I cooed in my feminine voice. “I'll just scream, and big Onyx will come save me from the big, bad, hungry timber wolf that wants to eat me until there's nothing left but a long, hard, aching, stiff, twitching bone~”

Her face drained of blood. Her horn glowing lightly yellow, sending out a few unexpected sparks as her tail quickly covered herself. Her whine told me that, that was exactly what she wanted to hear, or close to it at least.

After her silent orgasm, she looked over at me, with wide eyes. “If you ever wanted to give up hosting and become an actor, I could get you any part you could ever dream.”

I smiled. “Thanks.” I replied, getting up and offering her a hoof. “But this is only a temporary gig. I'm saving up to get my dance studio back.”

She took my hoof, rolling up to her haunches, hiding the new stain on the carpet. “Dance studio you say?” She smiled kindly. “Tell me about it.”