Under the dim moonlit sky, a single Red Pegasus draped in bright golden armor was standing over the body of a mutilated creature, looking like it could be a child, at the edge of the forest, her long pink hair flowing down past her shoulders, soft like silk. Her gaze was intently focused on the poor soul who had met their end, Her eyes sparkling a light shade of cyan. Her hooves were split in the front, and lightly chipped, a light gloss still on them as she knelt down to examine the body. Her legs were surprisingly thick and muscular for a pegasus, leading all the way up to her wide hips and along the rest of her voluptuous body.
The dead creature's face reflected in the shimmering golden breastplates on her armor, shivering a bit as the metal was cold against her fluffy and ample bosoms, before returning her attention to the poor creature. "Hmm...this couldn't be a timberwolf...something isn't right here.." She said, her cyan blue eyes quickly darting from tree to tree, looking for any possible traces of the attacker.
Even as Fluttering Knives eyes scanned the land, she could not find anything that could have caused this. The strange creature looked like it was just dropped here from another world, after being brutally murdered. Knives gave a sigh and reached into a satchel on her hip, grabbing a gem in the shape of a rainbow cloud, gripping it tightly which caused it to flash colors.
"This is Captain Fluttering Knives, I have an unidentifiable creature in my vicinity, the creature has gashes in its back, legs, chest cavity, is missing one eye, and one of its hands seem to have been torn off, requesting a..."
She was cut off by the sight of something appearing near the creature's body, the moment she had blinked, a small toy had appeared, red fur with one tooth hanging out of its mouth, a hook on one of its paws and a eyepatch. Knives looked at the toy with a confused look and was about to tell her comrades when it...shook.
Then something she did not expect happened, the small hook on its arm slowly grew, sharpening and turning more crooked. The other hand started to tear until a metal, clawed hand with what looked like small discs on the fingers burst from it. Then the legs shot the creature up, much higher than Knives.The chest then burst open, showing a mangled chest with metal parts inside. Finally the cute fox head ripped apart, showing a mangled muzzled head with jagged teeth and a long, metal tongue. But the worst part was when it opened its eyes, eyes that looked like Discord himself had forged them with his own, fiery madness.
It then opened its maw, the hinges screeching as they did, and let out a blood chilling scream. Knives felt her ears slam down onto her skull, cringing as she heard what could only be described as a child in pain. It then rushed at her, faster than was expected from something made from so much metal. It raised the crooked hook, slashing at her, but she was not the captain of the Cloudsdale flying brigade for nothing, strifing to the left and sliding to the ground, her hoof swiping at the mechanical creatures leg.
As soon as her hoof made connection with the creature leg, it let out another one of its screams, falling to the ground and causing the very ground to shake. Knives was quick to rush to the fallen monster, her wings spring open as she grabbed a large machete, growling as she brung the blade down on the creatures back. As soon as the blade made contact, black sparks came off of it and the monster let out a scream, its tongue slithering out and wiping at her own leg, slicing through her flesh like a hot knife through butter.
She let out a gasp of shock, the pain soon slamming into her brain. She could feel blood gushing from her leg and hissed in pain. The monster suddenly lunged at her, slamming into her barrel with the power of a train. All the breath was knocked from her lungs as she was crushed under the monster's weight. She slowly opened her eyes and they instantly snapped open as she was looking into the maddening eyes of the monster. It suddenly screamed, showing its mangled teeth and the smaller set of teeth inside it.
Her hand searched the area around her, soon feeling her hand brush against her machete blade. Quickly grabbing it she pulled it in front of her, the creature's teeth biting into the handle. As soon as the threat of its teeth were out of the way, she placed her hooves onto its chest and launched it into the air, the machete flying from its mouth as it screamed. Knives was quick to her hooves, grabbing her machete and calculating where the monster would land. As soon as she knew she rushed to the spot, shoving the handle of the machete into the ground.
Soon the monster started to fall, slamming into the ground and the machete blade, the stainless steel cutting into its chest and out the other side. The creature let out a scream louder then all of its others. Knives was about to go snap it's neck when, in one blink, it was gone. She was instantly on guard, her eyes scanning the field. No matter where her eyes scanned, she could not find the monster.
She suddenly heard the distant flapping of wings and clinking armour. As soon as she knew it was her comrades, the pain in her leg suddenly lashed at her, causing her to crumple to the ground, right next to the mutilated creature. The last thing she saw before passing out from the pain in her leg and the blood pooling from it was the creatures eyelid give a very small twitch.
Then she saw nothing.
Knives gasped as her eyes snapped open, her chest heaving as she found it hard to breath. She then felt a hand touch her cheek and flinched, only relaxing when she felt it was not metal, but fur. She closed her eyes as her bedside lamp clicked on. Laying in the cloud bed next to her was a very skinny and very weak looking stallion. He had mitch matched eyes, one green and one brown. His mane was a short, light white with a small horn poking out from it, and his actual fur was a light pink. Many would call him a filly but Knives called him what he truly was.
Her love.
"W-What's wrong F-F-Flutters?" He asked, his voice high pitched and stuttering. She felt his hand slowly comb through her long mane, sighing as she felt his comforting touch. Soon he wrapped his skinny arms around her much thicker, much muscular body and pulling her body into a hug. While she was the stronger of the two, the nightmare had drained all of her energy, making her weak so he was able to move her easily.
"J...Just a nightmare love..." She whispered, her voice shaking a bit as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck. He started to let out a small, melodic hum, rocking back in forth with her in his grasp. She closed her eyes, a small tear making its way out of her eye. "L...Love...can you check on Loka....please?" She whimpered, her mental state in a very fragile state.
"Of c-course Flutters." He cooed, slowly slipping out of bed. Without the blanket Knives was able to see his figure, which looked like he had not eaten in weeks. On his back was his cutie mark, three music notes surrounding a skull. He then walked out of the room, leaving her alone in their bedroom. After what felt like hours, but was really minutes, he returned, sliding back into bed.
"He is f-fine Flutters, s-s-sleeping soundly." He stuttered, a small twitch to his brown eye. She let out a soft sigh of relief, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close to her body, letting the blanket slide over them. He smiled, leaning in and kissing her lips.
"Good night my sharp butterfly."
"Good night my deadly melody."
Celestia looked down at the strange plush in her room. She was wearing an elegant white dress with golden trimmings. The dress had some trouble holding in her bountiful breasts, her large hips and rear also straining the dress. Her mane flowed in a non-existent wind, as did her tail. her beautiful eyes were fixed on her bed, a plushy with golden fur, a purple bow tie and top hat. The eyes were as black as coal but she saw two, small white dots in the eyes.
And they were looking right into hers.
Fluttershy gave a small yawn as she stood up, stretching out her arms and wings, slowly slipping out of her bed and onto her hooves. Standing there was a mare with a body that many others would kill for, her figure slender with large breasts that would make a model faint and hips that a mother would crave for during birth. She stood at a tall 8.8, her light pink hair falling down the front of her body, only having a few tangles in her luscious locks.
She smacked her plump, full lips a few times as she tried to get the sleep out of her. She made her way to her bathroom, grabbing a brush in her delicate hand and started to go through her hair, humming a small song as birds and rodents clambered into the room, wanting to see the Goddess.
Humming in approval of her hair, she walked out, making her way to her closet and pulling out a pink sweater, her neck being covered by the turtleneck. She then slipped on a pair of tight black jeans, made by Rarity, and looked herself over in the mirror, her large rear being shown off by the tight jeans.
Finally she walked out of her room, petting the head of her pet bunny, Angel, who glared at her for daring to touch his amazing fur. She then grabbed her purse, pulling out a picture of her and her best friends. She opened the door to her home, walking down the long trail that led from her house to Ponyville.
Her long tail gently swayed behind her as she walked, many mares and stallions turning heads to look at the figure that could only be called pure beauty. She was making her way to the local library, a smile on her glossy lips. The library itself was a large tree, leafs of green hanging from the branches and windows here and there.
Fluttershy silently opened the door, looking in with a smile. Standing behind the checkout was not a pony, but a creature with no fur, just pale skin that looked like it had been dipped in bleach. He wore a black and grey striped shirt, his arms exposed so show they were bone thin, as was the rest of his body. He used a hand to move the shaggy brown hair that covered his hazel brown eyes.
He stood at 5.8, being quite short but never really minding it. He then looked over at Fluttershy, his frown curving up into a smile as he used a hand to move his hair, waving at her. “Hey Flutters.” He spoke softly, as if his very words were a melody. Fluttershy walked in, closing the door behind her. She could not stop the small blush that burned on her cheeks when she saw him, her smile growing a tad bit larger.
“H-Hello Loka...h-h-how are you?” She asked, her blush only turning brighter as she heard the stutter in her voice. He did not seem to notice, or chose not to mention it, as he nodded his head to the pegasus.
“I’m well, just writing down the amount of bits donated this month.” He answered, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a piece of paper that had sloppy writing on it, music notes here and there on the edge. He then sat the paper down, gently humming as he grabbed a large book, the design of a large manticore and timberwolf on the cover.
“I assume you want your book?” He asked, looking into her cyan eyes with his hazel ones. She gently nodded, gulping as he held out the book for her. While he may look like a twig, he was pretty strong, seeing as he was holding what looked like a 10 pound book in just one hand. Fluttershy took the book, shivering as she felt her finger brush his. Nodding a thanks she walked over to one of the large bean bag chairs that Loka had bought for the library and sat in it, cracking open the book.
The library was silent, only the sound of flipping pages and the scratching of quill on parchment breaking the silence. Soon though, the sound of the quill stopped, causing Fluttershy’s ears to flick as she looked up, only to let out a small squeak as Loka was right in front of her, his face only a few inches away from hers.
“Fluttershy...you're...you're so beautiful…” He whispered, causing Fluttershy’s breath to hitch in her throat as her eyes grew wider. He had finally noticed! Slowly his hands rested on her legs, slowly sliding up the slender appendages and rested on her hips, causing her to pick up the speed of her breathing.
“L...Loka…” She muttered, only to feel every atom of her body explode into infinite amounts energy as a pair of soft lips pressed into her plumper pair. Instantly she let the book fall to her side as she wrapped her arms around Loka’s neck, simply enjoying the feeling of his lips on her own, his body leaning into hers, her legs parting so he could lay closer, his body resting on hers, her breasts being squashed by his own, causing a small moan to slip past their lips.
Her heart was pounding as she could feel his hands rubbing her hips, one of them slipping behind her and giving her large rear a firm squeeze. Another, more lustful moan erupted from her throat and she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her inner thigh into his side, causing him to let out a small groan, his body shivering as he slowly pulled away, smiling at her with his fiery red eyes.
Fluttershy let out a small yelp, her head shooting up from her book, looking around the empty library, no sign of Loka. She tried her best to calm her breathing, whipping away the bit of drool on her chin. Slowly she stood up, letting the large book rest on a nearby table and made her way over to the counter, seeing a piece of parchment with her name on it.
Hey sis, sorry to leave you there but I had to get over to Big Mac’s, he has a date planned and I didn’t want to make him wait. There should be a bag of bits on the counter for the book, so don’t worry about paying for it.
XOXO
Loka Melody
Fluttershy gave a small sniff as she looked at the letter. She knew he was her brother. She knew he had a coltfriend. But she just couldn’t stop her mind from rushing to the idea of resting in his arms, feeling his lips on her’s, feeling his love, not as a sister, but as a lover. Slowly she folded the letter, slipping it into her jean pocket and, after grabbing her book, made her way out of the library, heading home.
The room was filled with the smell of sweat and musk, lying in a large bed being the two responsible for it. One was the slender, bare form of Loka while the other was a stallion of strength, fur as red as Loka’s cheeks, his fur soaked with sweat so the outline of his muscles were able to be seen. His hair was a short orange, his face having three freckles below his sparkling, emerald eyes and on his back was a cut, green apple.
One of his large arms were wrapped around Loka’s side, keeping him close to him while two thin arms were wrapped around the large stallion’s chest, his head resting in the crook of his neck. “That...was amazing…” Loka whispered, his heart still beating like a jackhammer.
“Eeyup…” Big Macintosh said in the same low tone, his hold on Loka getting a tad stronger, something Loka welcomed. They both had the house to themselves as Granny Smith was one heavy sleeper and Applebloom was staying at her friends, Twist’s house. So Big Mac had told Loka he wanted to show him how much he meant to him. And oh boy did he show it.
The two were now covered in Big Mac’s blanket, their naked bodies being covered as Loka gently traced the large muscles Big Mac possessed, causing Big Mac to groan as he felt the fingers tracing around his pelvis. Loka let his lips curve up into a grin as he watched the blanket slowly rise up, looking into Big Mac’s eyes.
“Does daddy want to play some more?” Loka cooed, gasping as he got his answer, the arm that had been holding onto him pulling him up onto the large chest of Big Mac, who used a large hand to pull Loka’s head down, their lips pressing into each other as Big Mac’s other hand slithered down Loka’s body, groping and squeezing his shapely rear, causing him to gasp into the kiss, grinding his chest sweat soaked skin into the stallions fur covered chest.
Slowly Loka slipped down the stallion’s chest, vanishing into the blanket, and Big Mac let out a gasp, letting his head fall back as he gripped the sheets tightly. “D-Damn baby…” He growled, panting as he watched the blanket go up and done, his hips bucking up in rhythm of Loka’s bobbing head.
Slowly Big Mac opened his eyes, blinking a few times as he heard the cawing of the local rooster, signaling it was time for work. He tried to get up but was met with a faint weight on his side. he looked over, smiling as he saw the sleeping form of Loka, his arms wrapped tightly around his arm.
Gently, as to not wake him, he slipped his arm out of Loka’s grasp, getting out of bed and covering him up with the blanket. He looked down at his coltfriend, a smile on his lips. Big Mac then walked over to his messy closet, pulling out a orange plaid shirt, ripped, blue jeans that had seen better days, and a pair of drawers.
As he walked out of his room, silently closing the door, he had to stop himself from jumping as his grandmother, Granny Smith, stood there. She had her hair done up in its normal bun, and she looked at her grandson with a small smile.
“Is the deary sleeping well?” She asked in an old but wise voice. Big Mac nodded, smiling as he leaned down, giving Granny Smith a hug, one she happily returned. “You really love him...I’m so proud of you.” She whispered, small tears slipping down her cheeks and onto his shoulder. “Your mother and father would be so happy…”
