Author's Note

Would this count as getting Lucky? Read the rest to find out and feel free to answer in the comments. :P

Also-

WARNING: This chapter contains sexual content! Yes, content that is sexual! This is a thing that exists!

It's not full on clop, but it still gets interesting.

Regardless, I hope everyone enjoys. Sorry for being late, the holidays have kept me busy...and pretty fucked up...Have fun!

Getting Lucky???

"I can't believe how much I hate everything..." Ryan grumbled from his bed. The sun had been up for a good while now and his open curtains were allowing its light entry into his domicile. The rays were assaulting his eyes mercilessly. To avoid further torment he pulled himself up and off of the bed, walking over to the end of the it to retrieve his discarded clothing.

"I can't believe I never let you take control before." Chrysalis said from beneath the sheets, picking herself up as well with an audible yawn. "And here I thought it was more fun to be top." She walked over to Ryan, draping her arms over his shoulders as she pressed her bare chest into his back. "If you keep it up, I'll have to start being submissive more often."

Ryan ignore her, pulling out of her hold to continue collecting his clothes.

Chrysalis eyed him with a perverted smile on her face, soon grabbing him by the shoulder and turning him around to face her. "Do you think we have time for a quickie?" She asked with lidded eyes, her gaze telling him all he needed to know about what she was looking for.

She also asked it aloud, numb-nuts!

He let out a sigh, still holding his bunched up clothes in his arms. "Yes..."

Chrysalis let out and excited squee, wasting no time jumping back onto the bed, it's springy surface causing her to bounce upon impact. She flipped onto her back, adjusting her body into a seductive position and closing her eyes, awaiting his arrival. Much to her dismay, nothing came and not too much time passed when she heard the bedroom door open, then close.

Opening her eyes she got up, looking around the room, but found no sign of the human that was supposed to be mounting her. She quickly made her way over to the door, opening it to find him fully dressed and sliding on a black jacket.

"I thought you said we were going to have a quickie." She called out almost sadly to him.

Ryan spared her a glance, but not for more than a second as he zipped up his jacket. "I said we had time for one, never said I'd actually be partaking." With that he walked over to the front door, turning back to the nude changeling with an indifferent look on his face. "I'm going out, don't know when I'll be back." He closed the door, leaving her to her own devices as he made his way off to wherever the hell he wanted.

It wasn't very well-known, as Ponyville is more of a family town, but just on the outskirts there was a small building in the distance that hosted an underground club. This was an adult club that he had grown fairly fond of, mostly because he could talk freely without judgment and the drinks were dirt cheap. Plus, he would occasionally peak one of the dancer's interest enough to have some fun in a private booth. The only real downside was that it was only open one day of the week as to keep a low profile.

It's not like they were doing anything illegal down there, but they didn't want too many ponies showing and end up with some of the more family oriented ponies protesting their presence.

Ryan glanced at his watch, he made sure to sleep in as long as possible for the occasion. Sadly, it was only one in the afternoon. He would have to wait until at least an hour after dusk for them to be open.

Let's go see how Mac is doing. Maybe he'll tag along and help keep you from getting into too much trouble.

Seeing how he didn't have anything else to do, visiting the Apples didn't sound half bad. It's not like they would be working, it's winter. Granted, they'd take supplies from their cellars and make a delivery every now and again, but the cold weather still dramatically slowed down their work schedule.

The walk to Sweet Apple Acres didn't take too much time, and with little going on there wasn't a whole lot to distract him. He let himself in, a habit he picked up on after knowing the family for a short while. It didn't bother them by any means, in fact they welcomed it.

While Ryan found this welcoming to be slightly comforting, he also found it incredibly stupid on their part.

Seriously, someone could abuse the hell outta that and the Apples are gonna wake up naked and tied to chairs with their manes shaved off.

Ryan found Mac and spent a majority of the time chatting it up with the muscly stallion. The next few hours consisted of them telling stories and jokes, and just enjoying each others company. They even had the pleasure of running into the rest of the family and hangouting with them as well.

The hours seemed to slip by and finally it was time for Ryan to head out, but not before asking Big Mac to join him.

Mac decided to tag along; While going out to big social gatherings weren't usually his thing, he did enjoy watching ponies act like simpletons after they'd gotten a few drinks in them. Plus a secret adult show wasn't something he wanted to skip out on. He was still a stallion after all.

Ryan led the way to the club, walking a good half mile away from town before reaching their destination. They came upon a rather small looking building, one that seemed to be abandoned and way too rickety for any kind of party to be going on. He knocked on the beat up looking door and less than a second later it opened a quarter of the way to reveal a set of eyes staring them down.

"What's the password?" The stallion on the other side of the door asked in a deep, husky sounding voice.

Ryan raised a brow at him. "The fuck makes you think I remember?"

A chuckle came from behind the door as it closed, a number of locks could be heard as well before it swung open. "Get in here you freak!" The stallion within said, grabbing the human by the collar and tossing him to a spiral staircase.

"Let's go, Mac!" Ryan yelled, descending down to the basement while his friend followed at a short distance.

When they reached the bottom of the steps they were met with a sight that confused both of them. The room was much larger than one would expect and decorated with neon paint that it up under the rows of black-lights that took over the ceiling. On the left was a small stage and the same went for the right with a much larger stage in the middle. Each one had a single metal pole stuck in the center that connected to the ceiling and off in the back was a bar table.

The room was surprisingly packed; While a lot of ponies weren't aware of the business that took place down here, a good number did know and would travel across towns just to visit.

The room itself was nice, everything was in place, the ponies number of ponies wasn't too much of a surprise. However, what perplexed the two friends upon entry was the gender of the ponies filling the room. Mares were scrambling about the area as far as the eye could see, each one more eager to get closer to the stage than the last.

It took a moment, but the light bulb in Ryan's head finally switched on. He raised his hands up and dug his fingers into his scalp. "Son of a bitch, it's ladies night!"

At that moment three stallions shuffled through the crowd and climbed onto a stage, ripping of their clothing and dancing to the beat of whatever songs were played, showing off their toned bodies with a rhythm of movements that made the mares in the audience go wild.

Ryan grunted in disappointment, letting his arms fall back to his sides. "What the fuck, dude!" He yelled, hardly any pony being able to hear him over the music.

Mac placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in close so he could hear him. "Should we leave?" He asked, trying to talk over the song.

His friend failed, but Ryan managed to hear him despite the volume. "Fuck that!" He replied, his expression shifting from disappointment to determination. "I came here to have a good time and I'm not letting this ruin it. Let's get fucked up!" With little more warning than that, Ryan charged over to the bar, taking a seat on one of the many stools resting beside it. "Give me the strongest shot you've got that isn't vodka!"

Big Mac rolled his eyes and joined Ryan at the bar, choosing to sit beside him. He looked over at the bartender, who was currently mixing his friend's drink and raised a hand. "Ah'll have a hard cider, please."

Six performances/dances later, Ryan had already lost count of how many shots he had. Mac was currently preoccupied flirting it up with a cute mare, leading the human to wonder why he hadn't tried going for some tail yet. (No pun intended)

His mind was a blur and his body seemed to be moving on its own. It pulled him out of his seat and led him over to one of the mares sitting at the bar. Something about her caught his eye and he couldn't help but to make an approach.

The mare was a light shade of grey, nearly white, with a long teal mane that flowed halfway down her back. Donning her form was a pair of leather short shorts that perfectly gripped her shapely hips and plump flank. Covering her upper body was a dark blue belly shirt that showed off her thin stomach.

Sadly, she didn't have much going for her on the top. At best she was an A-cup, far from Ryan's preferences, but he couldn't help it. His lust was pointing to her and it would take something really fucked up to deter him.

Ryan sat beside her, looking over her features and expression. She seemed to be off in her own world right now, not even noticing his staring. He felt a strange aura, if you will, surrounding her. An odd sense of loneliness was very present and the look on her face did little to hide that.

Alright...you...it's time to work our magic.

Deciding to take advantage of the poor mare's distress, Ryan glanced over at the bartender, tapping the spot in front of himself twice as a way to signal for two more shot to be brought over. When the drinks were delivered he slid one of them in front of the mare.

Her eyes regained focus and she angled down at the drink with an inquisitive look about her. She then turned her head to the side, her eyes widening in shock after she spotted the human.

Ryan raised his brows at her, a small grin adorning his face as he lifted his glass. He held it in place, waiting for her to join him. She was hesitant at first, but mimicked his actions, grabbing the drink in front of her and holding it up as well. His grin turned into a smile, "Cheers!"

He sucked down the drink, setting the empty glass onto the table as he watched her do the same.

Ryan kept his eyes glued to the mare and this time she noticed, causing a small blush to form on her cheeks.

"Um..." She began, trying to think of what to say. "I-I uh...Thank you for that, but...Why do you keep looking at me?" She finally managed to ask, looking like a nervous filly.

"Good question!" Ryan responded, obviously sounding much more relaxed and free spirited than her. "I'm trying to find some kind of flaw right now."

Her body tensed up a bit at his words. "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is;" He tuned to the side, allowing his entire body to be facing her. "I'm looking at this extremely cute pony sitting here alone and it's driving me nuts that I can't find a single thing wrong with you. And yet, you're still alone."

Her blush deepened, instinctively causing her head to recede in her mane. "What the hell are you doing?" Ryan asked, using a hand to brush her hair off to the side. "Somepony as stunning as you shouldn't have to hide, or be alone." He leaned back in his seat, giving her some space. "I'm Ryan; and you are?"

"Rapid Manes..." She replied, her words trailing off. She didn't know why, but she was finding it difficult to take her eyes off of this this thing. It were as if his gaze was pulling her into some kind of trance. "What are you?" She asked almost absentmindedly.

Ryan's eyes narrowed at her, a suggestive smirk making itself known on his face. "Sweetheart, for the rest of the night, I'm whatever you want me to be." He watched her blush return tenfold, doing his best to keep himself from chuckling at her. "So tell me; What am I to you?"

Okay, even I'm noticing the sloppy word play now...I think you're drunk.

Rapid rose from her seat in a somewhat dramatic way before announcing that she needed to leave for a minute and walking into a crowd of ponies.

Ryan watched her leave, mostly staring at that fat flank of hers. His eyes locked onto it, becoming mesmerized as the flesh rippled with every step. He'd have hummed in approval at himself had he not pretty much scared her off.

I'd say 'She'll be back'...But I'm pretty sure she won't

A group of mares approached the bar, one of which intended to take the open spot next to Ryan. He was about to stop her from taking Rapid's seat, but something was telling him otherwise.

Wait! We can use this...if she does come back, that is.

Rapid Manes stood alone in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror and taking deep breaths to calm herself. "It's okay!" She told herself, "You can do this. You can do this." She forced a smile, only for it to fall seconds later. "I can't do this!" She buried her face into her palms, all of her confidence from just a moment ago going up in flames.

Her head shook and her face scrunched up as she took on a much more determined look, placing her hands firmly against the edge of the sink. "No!" She yelled through clenched teeth, leveling an angry finger at her reflection. "There's a cute guy out there waiting for you and you're not going to shy away again. Now get out there and make something happen!"

With that she was off, practically stomping out of the bathroom and back over to the bar. As luck would have it, he was still sitting exactly where he was when she left. However, luck it seemed was working against her. Her seat was taken and the one on the other side of the nonpony that was flirting with her was taken as well.

Ryan felt an odd tingle in his spine and spun his chair around to see Rapid standing a few feet behind him, looking deep in thought and even scared.

I knew she'd come back! Now, just follow my instructions and we might just end up with that phat ass on our face later.

Just as Rapid was about to walk away, she heard a whistling come from the bar. Turning around, she found the human beckoning for her to join him. She took one final breath, muttering to herself as she did so. "You can do this, you can do this, you can do this!"

Ryan wore a bright smile as Rapid made her way over. "Howdy, stranger." He said in a friendly tone, "What took you so long?"

Rapid locked her eyes onto his, mentally beating herself in an attempt to force herself into a more dominant attitude. "You know, just stuff." She glanced over at her taken seat, "Remember how you said that you could be anything I wanted?" Ryan nodded, silently watching as a bead of sweat rolled down her forehead. She was clearly new to this kind of thing. "Would you mind being a chair?"

The way she spoke showed how nervous she was. Her voice would crack with every other syllable. But, she was trying, and he gave her props for that.

"Go ahead." Ryan said, patting his lap.

Rapid took short, but quick steps over to him. The way she was forcing herself to do this was almost comical. However, the comedy aspect of her approach vanished when she turned around, slowly lowering her rear onto him, her back nearly flush with his chest. Her flank completely hid the top portion of his thighs from sight and the warmth that was engulfing his crotch was almost orgasmic.

Calm down there, Jeffery! You'll have your time soon enough.

Wanting to take his attention off of the cute mare's ass pretty much sandwiching him, Ryan spun the seat back toward the counter and ordered more drinks.

The night proceeded fairly well; Ryan and Rapid talked a lot, shared a few laughs, and continued drinking like there was no tomorrow. The more liquor that entered Rapid's system, the more relaxed she became. She started to loosen up and even started flirting with Ryan on her own accord much more naturally. No longer did her attempts come off as forced or unwanted, rather she appeared to be genuinely enjoying herself.

In almost no time at all ponies started to depart, the music grew quiet, and the bar closed. Big Mac had already left with a temporary girlfriend and hopefully made it home safe. Ryan on the other hand was so far gone he could barely walk.

It took a good deal of effort, but Rapid managed hold him up and assist him in walking home. This task was more difficult than one would imagine, seeing how she was stumbling as well before she even started helping him.

"Left!" Ryan instructed, pointing two fingers to the sky above them.

Rapid obeyed his words and went left, eventually bringing her to a decently sized house. She went to grab the keys off of Ryan's belt loop, but pulled back when he threw himself face first at the closed door and started pounding on it with his fists. "Open the door you chubby bipedal bitch! I'll kill your fucking dog!"

Normally, Rapid would have found this disturbing, but at the moment the human's twisted words tickled her funny bone mercilessly.The door opened, revealing the changeling in her Autumn Breeze disguise.

Chrysalis stared at them with an unamused look, which quickly changed when she did a once over on Ryan's new friend. "Well, hello to you too." She hummed, leaning against the door with half lidded eyes. "And just who might you be?"

"Back off, you rapist!" Ryan said, flailing his arms in her direction in a drunken attempt to push her away. "I will gut you from armpit to asshole!"

Chrysalis rolled her eyes at him, shrugging off his petty attacks and walking into the human's bedroom. Once in, she closed the door behind her, but not all the way. She could smell something about the pony that Ryan had brought over and was anticipating some form of entertainment. With the door just barely cracked open, she was able to watch them stumble over to the couch. Ryan plopped down onto the it first, quickly followed by Rapid, who retook her place on his lap.

Ryan shot her a smirk, leaning against the arm rest so his head would stop spinning. "You know, this couch does seat three. You don't have to sit on my lap anymore."

"Aww, what's wrong?" She asked, her face flushed red as she slowly started grinding her flank against his crotch. "I thought you were enjoying it."

A soft hum escaped from Ryan's throat as he basked in the feeling of her soft rump gliding over his quickly stiffening member. He reached forward, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her back so she was pressed against him, her head just slightly higher than his. Using this angle to his advantage, he tilted his head down and gently bit the flesh where her neck and shoulders met.

Rapid took a sharp breath, enjoying the feeling of his teeth digging into her skin. Despite how much she wanted him to continue, it had been too long since she's had mans touch in her life and she wanted to take thing much further than just foreplay.

After fighting against herself a bit she was able to force herself off of Ryan, quickly moving to the other side of the couch where she bent over, letting her upper body rest on the plush surface while her backside stuck out with her tail raised. The leathery material became strained as it was forced to accommodate for the new position, causing it to stretch and grip her with more intensity "What are you waiting for, big boy?" She asked with a voice like honey, grabbing her shorts and pulling them down just enough for her large flank to pour out. "Please don't make me wait."

All systems are go; Get in there you drunk bitch!

Ow...ow...ow...ow...

Ryan's eyes slowly opened up, his pupils being assaulted by the suns rays once again. "I swear to god, I'm going to paint over the fucking windows." He said to himself as his head throbbed.

Ow...ow...ow...

He attempted to fall back asleep, finding himself to be too comfortable to move.

...FUCKING WAKE UP, YOU PRICK!!!

Ryan's hands shot up to his head as his brain started to feel as though it had been stuck with a knife. A ferocious ringing was slaughtering his ear drums, causing his vision to blur and the rest of his body to go numb. After nearly two full minutes of suffering the symptoms started to lessen immensely, allowing him to feel normal again.

A lot of last night was a blur. While he wanted to try and piece together all that had happened, a number of important questions started running through his head. The first one being; Why the fuck am I on the living room floor. The second one; Where the fuck did this blanket come from. The final question; Who's fucking ass is my dick stuck in!?

Ryan lifted himself himself up, pulling his flaccid friend out of the pony's ass trap as he removed himself from his previous spooning position. A sense of dread started to fill him as he played through a number of possibilities.

She's ugly isn't she? She's fat! She's got the body of a toad and the face of a panda!

Not wanting to wonder anymore, he grabbed the blanket that was covering them and pulled it up a few inches.

Thank you, Cthulhu!

Ryan took a much needed breath of relief as he looked over the mare. Thin upper body and fat round flank. "Not a whole lot going on for tits, but fuck it; she's got a nice enough body."

A smile graced the human's features as he rose up off of the ground and stretched. Taking a moment to glance about the room, he found his clothes lazily tossed onto the couch. While he could just stay naked, he wasn't feeling up for it. The winter weather was still finding its way into his house and that small chill was all he needed to get covered up.

He pulled on the clothes he had worn the night before, which he had also worn the night before that, and let out a loud yawn. For the first time in a while he managed to get a good nights worth of sleep. "I should start bringing mares to my place more often." He said to himself, freezing in place for a moment as he let that thought sink in. "Fuck that!"

Ryan's gaze wandered back down to the mare. "Fuck she is stunning." He continued to say to himself, his eyes quickly scanning the room again. "One last look won't hurt." He got down on his knees, bringing himself as close to Rapid as he could. Grabbing the blanket, he gently lifted it the rest of the way off of her body.

Oh. My. Fucking! GOD!!!

Rapid awoke violently to a slight pain. Above her she found a rather angry looking human. However, below the belt she found his hand holding firmly onto her dick like he was trying to choke it to death.

"The fuck is this shit!?"