Reuben felt like a teenager again as he and Cheerilee chased each other up the stairs and down the hall to their room. Cheerilee was laughing breathlessly once they reached the door, leaning on the wall for support. Reuben was panting as well, fumbling with the key.

“Having trouble there, stud,” Cheerilee giggled as she sidled along the wall and draped herself over his shoulders. “Need some help?” she whispered, nibbling on his ear.

Reuben halfheartedly tried to push her off while trying to fit the key into the lock. “That’s not, oh, exactly helping there, Cheer.”

Cheerilee groaned softly as she wrapped her arms around his torso. “Mmm, if you don’t open that door soon, I’m going break it down.”

With a sound of triumph, Reuben slid the key into the keyhole and unlocked the door. He managed to shove Cheerilee off his back long enough to get through the doorway, with her hot on his heels. The door was shoved closed with a thud, plunging them into temporary darkness.

“Gimme a second here,” Reuben said, again fumbling with the contents of his pockets.

Cheerilee audibly smirked and felt around in the darkness. She quickly found the dresser next to the door. And, in turn, found and turned on the radio.

“Aha,” Reuben said, accompanied by the sound of a match being struck. Reuben held the now lit match up high, spotting some helpfully placed candles on bedside table. He quickly lit the wicks, shaking the match out and tossing it aside.

“You carry matches around with you?” Cheerilee said as she pulled Reuben close.

“Just in case,” he replied, holding up the pocket matchbook before tucking it back into his pants.

“Good job buying the right kind of matches,” Cheerilee said, kissing him softly and pulling his jacket off and tossing it behind her.

Reuben returned the kiss and smirked. “What’s that about?”

“Never you mind,” Cheerilee replied, pushing him onto the bed. “Now get those pants off .”

Reuben laughed and set out doing as she asked. It seemed he wasn’t doing it quickly enough, as Cheerilee was on him only a few moments later, pulling his pants off his legs just as he finished undoing his belt. His shoes and socks went next, getting tossed somewhere in the room before Cheerilee practically tore off his briefs.

“Easy there, Cheer,” Reuben groaned as the teacher’s slender fingers wrapped tightly around his cock.

“Easy? Easy was hours ago,” Cheerilee said as she climbed onto the bed. “I want hard.”

Reuben scooted back to give Cheerilee more room. “Jeez, Cheer, can’t come up with anything better?”

Cheerilee smirked and gave his cock a forceful tug. “I’m a too horny to be clever. Help me out of these.”

Reuben grabbed the hem of Cheerilee’s sweater and she released her grip on his cock long enough for him to pull it over her head. He tossed it away while she reached out to grab his head and pull him into a kiss, her other hand going right back to his cock and stroking it.

“Pants, pants,” she murmured through their kisses.

Reuben slid his hands down her sides, ignoring the strap of her bra for the moment as he went for her button. He undid it after a few moments of struggle, pushing the pants down as she wiggled her hips out of them. Cheerilee kept kissing him and refused to cease her hand job as she laboriously worked her legs out of her pants. She finally kicked them off the bed, only now breaking their kiss.

Cheerilee pulled Reuben down from his sitting position and straddled him. She let go of his cock and ran her hands under his shirt and over his belly and chest, licking her lips as she grinded her soaked panties against him.

“Just rip them off,” She commanded breathlessly.

Reuben grabbed for the garment and easily tore the flimsy fabric apart. Cheerilee let out a laugh that turned to a moan as she ground her freed pussy against his cock, drooling sweet juices over him.

“Cheer…” Reuben groaned, reaching a hand down to try and properly angle his cock.

Cheerilee lifted her hips a little and leaned down. She nibbled on his ear again as he rubbed his cock against her entrance. The flared head, slick with her juices, slipped inside. Cheerilee gritted her teeth as she bit back a moan, nipping the tip of his ear.

Reuben let out a barely audible gasp, his hips bucking a little beneath her. Cheerilee pulled back from his ear to give him a quick kiss and an evil grin.

“Eagar, are we?”

“Me?” Reuben practically whined

“That’s good,” Cheerilee said huskily. She was trying to keep up some façade of control, in spite of every signal her body was sending. She was shaking, the feeling of merely the tip as much torture to her as it was to him. But Cheerilee did love being on top. She sucked in a breath before she finished her thought. “Because I’m going to ride you raw, stud.”

She slammed her hips down, her cunt greedily swallowing his cock with an almost audible slurp. Cheerilee let out a pleasured hiss, pushing herself upright and arching her back. A shudder ran through her; she had nearly cum on the spot.

“Aw, come on now, Cheer,” Reuben said breathlessly, little shivers of pleasure coursing through him. “Don’t tell me it’s your first time.”

“Funny,” Cheerilee muttered. She guided his hands to her hips. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

Reuben was more than happy to comply. He flexed his fingers, getting a good grip before pushed her up and nearly off her cock. And she suddenly slammed herself down, their hips meeting with a wet slap.

Cheerilee let out a wild laugh and quickly began bouncing herself up and down on him. Reuben took a firmer grip on her hips and began meeting halfway, the lewd slaps of their hips nearly drown out by the music. The music which seemed to be driving Cheerilee wilder by the moment. She quickly outpaced him, impaling herself harder and faster than he could, to the point where it was clear she was fucking him.

Reuben dared to move his hands up her sides again, going to and groping her bouncing, bra clad bosoms. Eager for more of him insider her, Cheerilee grabbed one of his hands, pulling it up to her mouth and biting his thumb. She suddenly bit down harder than she meant to. Her eyes screwed shut and she squealed.

Reuben groaned, both from the pain and from the sensation of Cheerilee’s passage squeezing down on his cock. She came hard, marecum soaking their groins as her cunt clenched and practically crushed his stallionhood.

“Fuck,” Reuben groaned as Cheerilee allowed him to pull his thumb from her mouth. He flexed his thumb, the pain already fading.

“Yeah,” Cheerilee sighed, panting quietly. Slowly, she started to roll her hips.

“Ah, Cheer,” Reuben winced, his painfully hard cock still buried inside her.

“Yeah?” the school teacher replied, not showing any indication of stopping.

“You, oh, you want to keep going?” he groaned, hands grabbing her gyrating hips, but not hindering them.

“Now what kind of mare-friend would I be if I left you all hard and needy? Besides,” she grinned evilly at him. “I said I was going to ride you raw.” she slid her hands down his chest, already bouncing and grinding. She threw her head back and laughed, “Fuck, I love this song! Think you can last till the end, stud?”

“Of course I, gah, fuckin’ can!” Reuben grinned back. “Ahh, this is a good song,” He got a sturdier grip on her hips and started pulling her down as her bucked upwards, their hips meeting with wet slaps.

“You’re the best,” she moaned, again pulling on his shirt as she bit her lip. “the best,”

“Can the best, ha, get a, a kiss?” Reuben asked as he ran his fingers up her back.

Cheerilee giggled and leaned down. She gave him a quick peck. And then another. Reuben quickly grabbed her head and pulled her into a hungrier, tongue-filled kiss. While he had her distracted, Reuben hooked a leg around hers and rolled the two on them over. Cheerilee let out a yelp followed by a laugh as she found herself looking up.

“Sneaky fucker,” she chuckled, any more words lost in her giggling mumbles. She wrapped one leg around his back and stuck the other up in the air. Reuben happily wrapped his arms around her thigh and kept thrusting, each impact making her still restrained tits wobble.

Reuben was soon panting with exertion, sweat matting his mane and fur. Cheerilee, for her part, seemed content to now lie there and nibble on her fingers, giggling away. Their eyes met for a moment, hers lidded and beginning to glaze over, sweat stinging his.

A naughty thought suddenly crossed his mind. He grinned and kept staring into her eyes as she let go of her leg and pulled his cock completely from her folds.

A look of confusion passed over her, but it was quickly morphing into what was sure to be a flurry of swears. Before she could utter a word, Reuben gathered up her rump in his hands and flipped her over again. Cheerilee found her face smushed into the sheets. She moved her head to the side and blew strands of mane away. She looked over her shoulder as Reuben climbed over her, feeling his erection trailing wetly up her thigh.

“Fucker,” she whispered with a grin, biting down on the blanket to muffle her sound of delight as he easily slipped back inside her.

Reuben grinned as Cheerilee’s plush ass cheeks jiggled with each slam of his hips into her. He was close. He could feel the dull pressure building in his loins. He couldn’t hold out much longer. How long was that damn song?

And then, an errant thrust hit a particular sweet spot, and Cheerilee bit down on the blanket so hard her jaw hurt. Reuben had just hilted himself when her orgasm hit, her wall crushing down on him again amid a rush of warm honey. And that did it. His balls clenched and his cock twitched as he shot his load into her depths, painting them white. He collapsed on top of her just as the song faded out.

Cheerilee spat the blanket out and sighed. “Ah, I do love that song,” She wiggled her hand underneath herself, rubbing her lips and his softening cock. “And I guess you’re nice too.”

Reuben chuckled wearily. “Thanks, Cheer,”

“Wire C goes into slot V and wire F goes…” Token heard Laser Bright trailed off, the Crystal Pony tilting her head to the side, staring at the tangled mess of wire and cables on the floor in front of her. “Where does wire F go?”

Laser Bright pulled the cigarette from her mouth and rubbed her forehead. At the far end of the hall, Ember was practicing news voiceovers with her camera. Over by the projector, Scary and Flare were occupied with another movie. And just a little ways away from Laser Bright, Token and Xander were hunched over a small table, listening to the radio.

Token looked up from the radio and over to Laser Bright. After a moment’s hesitation, he pushed away from the table and strolled over to her. “You, uh, need any help?” He asked, kneeling down.

Laser Bright smiled and shook her head. “Nah, I got it. I mean, I think I got it.” She tilted her head to the other side and then held the cigarette in front of her. “You know, maybe I don’t got it.”

Token clapped his hands together. “Okay, how can I help?”

Laser Bright took another puff of the cigarette and squinted at the wires. “Well for starters, you can figure out what idiot painted them purple.”

Token raised an eyebrow. “Laser Bright, they’re all black.”

Laser Bright blinked a few times. “Oh,” she stared at her cigarette again. “Maybe I am too high to do this.”

“High?”

“Hello to you, too,” Laser Bright giggled, leaning back and sitting down on the floor. “It’s a joint, silly.”

“Oh,” Token grimaced. “You brought that with you?”

Laser Bright giggled again. “Oh please. Mom always kept her stash under lock and key.” She took another puff. “I stole this from Miss Cheerilee.”

“What? When?”

“The ride here,” Laser Bright smirked. “I was trying to get something from my bag and hers fell onto mine and it was open and there was a baggie with weed and rolls of paper. I mean, ya think ya know a pony…”

Token reached out and gently took the joint from Laser Bright. “I think you may want to come down from that. It seems our dear teacher’s blend is a bit strong.”

Laser Bright blew out a smoky breath. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

Token stood up and offered Laser Bright a hand. “Let’s go see those gardens, eh. Fresh air should help clear your head.”

Laser Bright mumbled an agreement and took the offered hand, allowing Token to haul her to her feet. She wobbled unsteadily for a moment, but Token quickly leaned her against his shoulder.

“Okay, easy does it,” he said, leading her over to the door.

“Need any help, buddy,” Xander asked as they passed.

Token shook his head. “It’s all good. Hey, if that Silver Screen guy comes on grab the radio and come find me.”

Xander gave him a thumbs up. “Will do.”

When they reached the door, Laser Bright helpfully pulled it open, still leaning on Token for support. Once they were out in the hallway, it was a fairly short walk to the next door. When Laser Bright pulled this door open, they were both hit with a gust of chilly air.

Laser Bright shivered and blinked, pushing off from Token to stumble outside. Token let her go, holding the door open with a foot while searching for a rock. Finding a decent sized one conveniently in arm’s reach, he dropped the joint and picked the rock up. He used it to prop the door open. Call him paranoid, but experience had taught him to be careful with such things.

Meanwhile, Laser Bright had made it quite a distance from the door on her unsteady legs. Just as she seemed about to fall, she found a small bench and sat down on it. Drawing his jacket a little tighter around him, Token followed her over to the bench, sitting down beside her.

Laser Bright shivered again and coughed. “Wow, you seeing what I’m seeing here, Token?”

Token looked around. The area was an expanse of grass, still green in spite of the time of year. Statues and lampposts dotted the area, seemingly at random. Further ahead, off in the direction of where their rooms were, the vegetation rose up in a veritable jungle.

“Lions and tigers and bears?” Token said with a smirk.

“Up there,” Laser Bright said, her head craned back, staring skyward. “Do you see?”

Token looked up with her, seeing nothing but blackness above them. “I don’t see anything.”

“Exactly,” Laser Bright sighed and shivered again.

Token smirked and quickly pulled off his jacket, draping it over Laser Bright’s shoulders. “Better?”

Laser Bright nodded, giving him a guilty smile. “Thanks. I didn’t think to bring a jacket or anything. Stupid, right?”

Token shrugged. “It’s not stupid.”

She pulled the jacket a little tighter around her. “But, aren’t you cold?”

Token just waved her off. “I’m fine,” he said, shivering a bit.

Laser Bright snorted. “Thank you. The fresh air is helping.” She looked up again. “It’s going to rain.”

Token glanced up again. “Yeah, looks like it.”

Laser Bright was quiet a moment before suddenly saying. “I’m adopted.”

Token gave her an odd look for a moment before shrugging it off. “Oh,”

“And I’m an idiot.”

Token scoffed. “You are not an idiot.”

“Yes I am. Because I only just figured out I was adopted.” Laser Bright sighed. “I mean, you think the first clue would be that I look absolutely nothing like them. Mom is an Earth Pony and Mommy is a Unicorn.”

Token swallowed dryly. “Uh…”

“They only admitted it when I asked. I guess they thought I’d figure it out on my own. Stupid.” she sniffed a little and then sighed. “Look, I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t be dumping my problems on you.”

Token shrugged. “I don’t mind. What are friends for?”

Laser Bright smirked. “Yeah, still, thanks.” She nuzzled his jacket. “I heard them arguing about it. Mommy wants to try and convince me I’m actually some sort of magical lesbian spawn and that’s why I’m a Crystal Pony. Mom just wanted to come clean. I think they actually started a fistfight. Again. Which meant that pretty soon they were having sex in the kitchen. Again.” Laser Bright laughed. “Thanks the goddess for noise cancelling headphones.”

Token chuckled a little.

Laser Bright sighed and poked him in his side. “Hey, thanks for listening. It feels good to get that out. But, that could be the weed talking.”

Token laughed again. “Yeah. Want to head back inside?”

Laser Bright shook her head. “Nah, it’s kinda nice out hear. Fresh air is making me feel better. I’ll just wander around a little and then come back inside.”

Token nodded and stood up. “Okay. Hold onto the jacket. Keep it warm for me, eh?”

Laser Bright chuckled. “Okay. See you in a little bit.”

“See ya,” Token said, walking back towards the door. When he pushed it open, he looked down to see the joint still smoking on the ground. After a quick glance over his shoulder, Token bent down and picked it up.

He carried it inside and brought it to his lips, taking a puff. It immediately sent him into a painful coughing fit. Scoffing, he tossed it down the hall and strolled back to the hall.

“Hello, listeners, we’re back with the first of our, mmm, special guests. Say hello Mr. Silver Screen.”

A deep yet still nervous sounding voice filtered through the radio speaker. “Uh, hello,”

“Mr. Silver Screen-” the DJ began.

The other voice hesitantly interrupted her. “Uh, just Silver, if that’s okay I mean,”

“Of course,” the DJ cleared her throat. “Silver, would you say you like, even love films?”

“Oh, most definitely. It’s part of the reason I own one of the largest multiplexes in about a hundred mile radius.” he coughed. “That’s Silver Screen Theaters in case anypony was wondering.”

“Right. And what are the other reasons?”

“Money,”

The DJ laughed. “I like you more and more by the moment, Silver. So tell me, what is your favorite kind of movie?”

“Oh, horror movies, hands down. Nothing quite like a good scare.”

“I concur. And that just so happens to segue into our next topic: Horror clichés. Are there any in particular that spring to mind?”

“Hmm,” Silver paused for a few beats. “I suppose I’d have to say the old trope about the couple sneaking off to have sex. I mean, it was never intended to be some sort of anti-sex jab, but many seem to take it that way.”

“Huh, so it’s not meant to imply that unless you practice abstinence you’ll be horribly murdered?”

“Not at all. At least, when it was first used it wasn’t supposed to mean that. You see, it’s really just a way for the writer to isolate the characters. I mean, unless their having an orgy, they’re gonna be far away from the rest of the group.”

“It makes a lot of sense when you think about it folks. And in case you are thinking of changing the station, we’ve got some rockin’ tunes coming up right now. It’s our Dead by Dawn marathon here on Radio Vinyl.”

“You think I should go check on the kids?” Cheerilee asked, breaking the gentle silence she and Reuben had been basking in.

Reuben shifted a bit on the bed beside her and smirked. “Feeling a bit guilty, are we?”

Cheerilee scoffed. “As if. I’m more worried one of them went and tried to cannonball into the water.”

Reuben chuckled. “You really think one of those kids would do something like that?”

“I would,” Cheerilee sighed. “Fine, you talked me into staying.”

“Knew I could wear you down,”

Cheerilee laughed and gave Reuben a playful shove. “Okay there stud, scooch over a bit.”

Reuben moved over and Cheerilee crawled off the bed. She pulled off her bra, tossing it aside. She grabbed her duffle bag and placed it on one of the room’s chairs, hummed to herself as the opened it up and pulled a fresh and intact pair of panties from inside it.

“I thought you were staying,” Reuben said, eyes glued to Cheerilee’s rump as she bent over.

“I am staying,” Cheerilee replied as she pulled on the lacey undergarment and then began hopping her way into her pants.

“Why’re you putting your clothes back on?”

“So you can pull them off again,” Cheerilee said with a wink as she pulled her sweater back over her head.

“Mind if I just rock the birthday suit?”

“Not one bit,” Cheerilee licked her lips. “Mmm, I do love some eye candy.” She gave him another wink and turned around, purposefully bending over again as she began searching through her duffle bag again.

“Well I’ll be damned,” she said after a moment.

“Something wrong?” Reuben asked as he sat up.

“One of those fucking kids stole my stash,” Cheerilee replied, sounding more amused than angry. “Little shits. Still, respect.” She stood up and snatched her purse from the dresser. “Luckily, I made sure to bring a back up.” Cheerilee pulled a cigarette case from her purse, opening it up to reveal that instead of cancer sticks, she had filled it with joints. She pulled one from the case and stuck in between her lips.

“You’re a terrible role model there, Cheer.”

“Eat me,” Cheerilee deadpanned. She pulled another joint out and held it up. “Trade you for a light.”

Reuben quickly grabbed his pants from the floor and dug the matchbook out of his pocket, tossing it to Cheerilee, who tossed the joint back to him. Cheerilee snatched it out of the air. She snapped closed the case and stuffed in in her back pocket. She quickly struck a match and held the little flame close to the joint; puffing a few times to get it going. She shook her hand to put out the match and then flicked it carelessly away.

And then, with deliberate slowness, Cheerilee took a deep drag, held in for a few moments, and then exhaled. She sighed and sat down in the chair next to her bags, taking a few more slow puffs, her whole body relaxing.

“Ah, sweet goddess it’s been too long,” she said with an almost rueful smile. “I got to tell you something here, stud. If and when I die, I want to be high as fuck.”

“Mares and gentle-stallions, the teacher of our children,” Reuben said with a laugh. He held up his still unlit joint. “I don’t suppose I could have my matches back?”

Cheerilee smirked and tossed Reuben the matchbook. “Don’t burn your fingers, I still need those.”

“You and me both, Cheer,” Reuben lit up his own joint, mimicking Cheerilee’s earlier actions. On the deep drag he suddenly fell into a coughing fit, eliciting a few chuckles from Cheerilee.

“You okay there, stud?”

“Fuck,” Reuben said softly as his coughing subsided. “What the hell kind of shit did you put in this?”

“Treehugger said it was like some sort of special super weed or something. It’s supposed to hit ya quick but wear off real soon too.” Cheerilee coughed a few times before shrugging. “I don’t know, miss new-age was probably more baked than I am right now.” Cheerilee smirked again. “Wow, she wasn’t kidding.”

Reuben shrugged and took another drag, managing to suppress another cough. “Heh, you seeing weird shit yet?”

“Don’t tell me it’s your first time,” Cheerilee giggled. “I’m not seeing weird shit. You look the same: three legs, four arms, six dicks…. You’ve been holding out on me.”

The pair fell into another bout of laughter, stopping only when they heard the distinct sound of glass breaking accompanied by a dull thud. The sound appeared to have originated from the bathroom. Cheerilee quickly turned the radio off, straining her ears.

“Did a bird just break in?” Reuben asked, sitting up on the bed.

“It was probably a bat,” Cheerilee said, getting a look from Reuben. “Because it’s Nightmare-Night.”

Reuben smirked and nodded. The two then sat there in silence for a moment.

“Well…?” Cheerilee said.

“Well what?”

“Well go check on it. It’s probably hurt.”

“Cheer, I’m naked.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“Cheer, speaking from experience, if I go in there and try to help that bat, it’s going to bite my dick.” Reuben gestured to the organ in question. “And then what use will I be to you?”

“You still got that silver tongue, don’t you?” Cheerilee chuckled. “But, fine. I’ll go check on the bat.” Cheerilee stuck her joint between her lips and walked over to the bathroom door, pausing to look over her shoulder. “From experience’?”

Reuben shrugged sheepishly. “Well, it wasn’t a bat then, but still…”

Cheerilee smirked and turned the knob. The bathroom was pitch black and Cheerilee eased in one small step at a time. The window was definitely broken; she could hear the wind blowing as well as feel it. Her hands fumbled along the wall for a light switch.

“Come on, come on,” Cheerilee mumbled to herself, shuffling further into the bathroom.

She was now what the law would call properly inside the room, but she had one hand still touching the doorframe, lest she lose herself in the darkness. Finally, her fingers brushed against plastic and she flipped the light switch. The sudden brightness made her squint and cover her eyes.

Just a moment after her hand left the frame, a sudden and violent gust of wind found its way though the broken window and caught the door. It slammed shut with a startling bang, making Cheerilee jump.

“Fuck,” she said softly, her joint suddenly falling from her lips. “Fuck,” she said, louder this time.

Cheerilee sighed and bent to pluck the fallen blunt from the floor. She held it up, debating whether or not to take this risk of it somehow being contaminated. With another sigh, she tossed it into the sink.

Cheerilee rubbed her eyes and turned to look at the window. It was big enough for her to fit through, if for some reason she needed to. Although, the shards of glass might make that ill advised. More glass littered the floor and just at the edge of the glittering fragments was a rock.

Cheerilee tilted her head. It wasn’t a bird or a bat. It was a rock.

Mindful of the glass, Cheerilee crept forward and picked up the rock. Retreating from the glass, she held up the rock. It was about the size of her fist and worn smooth. She hefted it. It wasn’t particularly heavy, but unless there was a hurricane, there was no way in hell the wind carried it through the window. And how would someone throw it through the window anyway? Her room was a few floors up and facing the water.

Cheerilee shook her head as she turned the stone over as saw someone had written something on the flatter part. In very neat, red letters it said: Have you checked the children?

“What the fuck?” Cheerilee said softly. “Reuben, did you do this?” she called through the door.

She didn’t hear a response.

Cheerilee turned to face the door. “Very funny, Reuben. Nice touch with the thing about the bat biting your dick.”

There was still silence.

“Reuben?” Cheerilee said as she opened the door.

Light spilled behind her into the room, illuminating the scene. Reuben was still sitting on the bed, but it seemed he now had company. It was the Lamia from before. Her tail was sprawled along the floor, the end curled around Reuben’s legs. She was sitting on the bed next to Reuben, one arm wrapped around him, holding him close while her other hand was stroking his erection.

Cheerilee was frozen in place as her eyes moved up the Lamia’s torso. She was naked, stark naked, her bare breasts crushed against Reuben’s chest as she smothered him in a deep, wet kiss. Cheerilee could hear the Lamia’s muffled moans.

Cheerilee dropped the rock, which hit the floor with a dull thud, causing the Lamia to pause. She broke the kiss with Reuben, leaving him looking dazed, and looked to Cheerilee. She grinned and blew out a little puff of smoke.

“Be with you in a moment, dear,” the Lamia said before turning back to Reuben.

The stallion seemed to perk up a little when he caught sight of Cheerilee. He started to say something, but it was lost as the Lamia forced another kiss on him.

Cheerilee still could not move. All she could do was watch as the Lamia aggressively made out with her colt-friend. It looked like she was trying to eat his face.

Reuben’s eyes suddenly widened and he started to thrash in the Lamia’s grip. Her hand slipped off his cock to hold him tighter as she leaned further into the kiss. Cheerilee stared as the Lamia’s lips slipped over Reuben’s face, her brilliant red tongue slithering out to curl around his head.

The Lamia engulfed Reuben’s head, closing her eyes, seeming to savor the struggles of the stallion. Cheerilee saw the Lamia’s jaw and throat work and heard the accompanied gulp as the Lamia swallowed Reuben’s head. She worked her jaws over his shoulders, tongue sweeping over his chest, leaving trails of saliva. More wet gulps sounded as the Lamia’s lips crept down Reuben’s body. Cheerilee bit back a whimper as she heard the snake moan.

The Lamia was at his waist, his belly vanishing into her maw. The Lamia’s fleshy tongue went for his cock, wrapping itself around the shaft. The Lamia brought herself up to a sitting position as she worked his erection. His legs dangled out of her mouth, twitching and kicking in time with the jerks of his cock. The Lamia let out a muffled laugh when Reuben’s toes curled and he shot a small amount of pearly cum onto her bulging throat and chest.

Cheerilee shuddered and looked down, away from the spectacle before her. She saw the rock laying there on the floor, its message staring up at her.

‘Have you checked the children?’

Cheerilee’s blood ran cold as another gulp and moan echoed through the room. Somehow, strength returned to her limbs and she moved. She sprinted past the bed and slammed into the wall next to the door. Her palms were sweaty, but she managed to get a grip on the doorknob and turn it. She wrenched the door open and threw herself out into the hall.

The stone floor was cold beneath her feet. She nearly lost her balance and fell, but managed to catch herself in time. She ran for the stairs, heart pounding against her ribcage. And then her foot caught the edge of a carpet laid out on the floor. Cheerilee was pitched forward by her momentum and hit the floor hard, the carpet offering some form of meager cushion. Cheerilee groaned and pushed herself up. She got to her feet and looked over her shoulder.

The Lamia was there, leaning on the doorframe as she pulled Reuben’s feet into her mouth. She tipped her head back and swallowed, his feet briefly stretching her throat as they passed. The Lamia let out a satisfied sigh and smirked at Cheerilee, pointedly licking her lips.

Cheerilee turned away and ran for the stairs, descending them two, three, even four at a time. She made it down one flight and then another, stumbling on the next set. She managed to make it to the next landing, but she wasn’t able to stop herself slamming hip-first into the window sill. Cheerilee leaned out the window, groaning. She was on the third floor now, looking down at the disorganized growth of the castle gardens. And there, wandering among a field of tulips, was one of her students.

Swearing her way through the pain, Cheerilee pushed away from the window and limped her way down the next flight of stairs. When she reached the next landing, she again leaned out the window.

“Hey! Hey!” She called to the pony below, waving her arms frantically.

The pony turned and looked up at her, squinting.

“Miss Cheerilee?” Laser Bright said, staring up at the older mare.

“Laser Bright! Find the others and call the police!” Cheerilee shouted, failing to notice the Crystal Pony’s gaze shifting to look above her. “Tell them there’s been a mur-”

“Murder?” the Lamia finished, her head suddenly appearing at the top of the window.

Cheerilee slowly backed away from the window as the Lamia moved down its edge and pulled herself up onto its sill. She rested her head in her hand, staring almost thoughtfully at Cheerilee, daring her to make a move.

Cheerilee sucked in a breath. “Laser Bright, run!” she shouted, turning just as the Lamia suddenly lunged forward.

The Lamia caught her ankle and pulled her leg out from under her. Cheerilee pitched forward, the stone floor rushing up to meet her. The side of her head slammed onto the floor with a sickening thud. The pained gasp died in her throat as darkness bled across her vision and consciousness left her.

Author's Note

There, are you happy now? Are you entertained you sick monster!?

I really have to stop talking to myself...

Forgot to add the songs. Whoops. Links are up now.