Chapter Six: Unremembered Interlewd.
The realization struck me like a brick. A good old pre-war brick.
This civilisation was anything but civilised. It was as good as any other reason to drink, er, continue drinking. It was times like this that I envied ponies that could do magic. I mean really, an apple to alcohol spell? If he hadn’t been selling his stuff to slaver ponies, I might have tried learning it off of him. Tried.
Why was the only place that hadn’t tried to shoot me on sight also the place had cultivated trade with slavers? Luna fuck me with a booze coated horn…
Ehh, maybe walking out of the bar with a whole bottle of that apple flavoured ethanol wasn’t my best plan. Was it funny that the buck that had shot me, multiple times, was the one I was following home?
“This’s the way Pip,” Calamity said breathily. I apparently wasn’t a lightweight, but Calamity… He could pack it away. My mind briefly wondered what my mother would think about me following a buzzed buck home? That sent my mind off wondering about things I tried not to think about. I never knew my dad. I glanced at Calamity. In a purely objective sense he wasn’t a bad looking stallion. And I had never seen another pony with wings… They l-looked nice-Is all.
Yeah. My mom would give it a go. A try at least. Calamity was better than that though. He believed in love, beauty and the equestrian dream- I looked up at a boxcar with a door cut into the side. There was a single window with a dirty pane of glass sitting in it, smugly.
“We’re here Lil’pip!” He practically sung to me. I laughed, loudly.
He was also pretty funny. I followed him, and I blushed a little when I realized I was looking at his ass. Calamities tail swung as he whistled a tune.
The door swung open.
I couldn’t tell if he was a clean person, or if he had only slept in this room for a couple nights. There was a single bed. That caught my attention pretty fast even in my inebriated state. I silently cursed both of my beloved deities. That was before I remembered-
“Pip are ya sure ya should be drinkin’ that much?” I had poured another couple ounces of fire down my throat.
“Not really.” I just before I pushed all the random stuff off the table. I totally didn’t need that chair because my legs felt like they were going to give out. I was really glad my plated jumpsuit was sitting in the hospital. The check up had told us we were fine, enough. Physically.
I stood up and walked the short distance to the bed. Calamity had been sitting there for a minute. My body came to rest a couple inches from his.
“Finding out about this here town is hittin’ you hard?”
I just nodded and laid my head on the cold bed. It felt nice being close to him. He wasn’t going to hurt me. We had already gone to hell and back for each other. It brought us close, at the very least.
I heard him walk around the table. It was a little surprising to feel the weight of my bags disappear. “Pip, if you let everything get you down, you’re never gonna get back up.”
My head turned sideways to look at him, almost on its own. The rust coloured pegasus looked at me with a sad smile. Not him too. I wasn’t a little filly. I mean if they still treat you like you’re a brittle doll after you’ve killed a dozen people what can you do? Kill more? I was dreading sleep enough as it was.
“Calamity, you know why I left?” I asked him, voice only slightly slurred.
“To find that Velvet Filly?” He responded in a voice that sounded worried. More worried than he had been the rest of our tumultuous day.
“That’s what I tell myself. Most of the time.” Calamity had sat down on the bead. His legs were spread open. It was just like a male to leave it all hanging out. “No, I think with all the liquid courage I have in me I can tell it like it is to myself. And by extension to you.” I paused to take another drink from a bottle that HAD Been full. In the past. “I didn’t want to die in there… Calamity I’m more friends with you now than I was with anyone in that stable. I wasn’t going to die in that stable, more like I was never born.”
“Pip, you can’t be telling the truth. You have a mother and a father.”
I pulled my head back up to look him in the eyes. I laughed at him, my eyes never strayed from him.
“My mom’s a fucking drunken whore. Knowing that you can probably figure out why I don’t know my dad. I left home for this place. I probably would have died a virgin in there, but I would’ve lived to be seventy something, you know? Maybe you don’t… Velvet was cover, I mean it isn’t like I haven’t fantasized about fucking her-”
“You’re a virgin Pip?” Calamity looked at me soberly. He looked really guilty.
“Yeah. We don’t have weekend orgies in the Celestia damned stables Calamity.”
“Ah almost killed a virgin.”
“I’ve almost died a virgin at least twenty times in the last week. If I left to rut someone, why haven’t I done it already. That nurse was cute…” I smacked my head on the table. “Tomorrow I’m heading to a slaver town, to free slaves. How many slavers-”
“Are you gonna quit because of that? Ah mean ah could help you out, ah…”
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“I’m kind of considering putting it off… I mean I could go work in the train yard. Practice shooting… You could help me with that…” I glanced back at him. He normally didn’t just let me blather on.
His thing was poking out. A bit of dark red skin was poking out of a brown sheath. My nethers twitched… a little. Wait, what had he offered? Oh. Oh. I bit my lip as I saw him, see me, while I was looking at him. He sat up and was about to started talking, he crossed his rear legs. Muh face is up here Pip.
“Littlepip, ah really respect what you’ve done. Don’t let that stop you, yer… yer just as cute as that nurse.” Now I was actually blushing. I wasn’t considering sleeping with him, right?
There is only one bed, that would just make things less awkward.
Bucks never did this to me. Was it just the fact that he was being friendly? The fact that he wasn’t repulsed by that awkward filly with the drunkard mom.The filly who always sat by herself. He thought I was cute. He sounded genuine about it too.
He really wasn’t a bad looking stallion.
“I don’t know what to say. I like you. And you’re going with me to Appleloosa tomorrow.” I made a snap decision. Almost like the decision to take on a town full of armed slavers. I downed another mouthful.
He looked at me strangely as I walked over to the bed.
“Pip what are ya talkin’ about, ah thought that ya didn’t roll that way,” his voice rang out as I slowly walked over to the buck. I motioned for him to roll over. He did as I wanted. His thing twitched as I looked at it. His mouth looked a lot better, mares had mouths. I practically jumped on the poor buck, he didn’t seem to mind as his twitching length started rubbing the soft fur of my stomach. I had half a second to smile at him and his continuing surprise.
Fuck me with Luna’s horn if I didn’t suddenly love his handsome face in that diluted moonlight. I pushed forward before he had time to say anything.
His mouth was warm; I found out as my tongue pushed right into it. My forelegs wrapped around his barrel. My body was forcing his further into a mattress centuries past its prime. The sound of box springs moving somehow turned me on. I had already felt warm from all of that bastard’s apple ale, but with my tongue in him and his thing pressed up against my stomach. Suddenly, without warning he put his forelegs around my barrel, before rolling us. He was on top.
“What was that Pip? One second you were sitting there, then this happened?”
“You offered. Don’t treat me like a kid again. I fucking left because of that. I know how this works, watched all the porn I could. Even the straight stuff. Still had mares in it. I guess I get to be one of those mares.” I yelled coarsely at him. He didn’t expect me to drive my hips into his dick. He moaned into my ear. I locked my lips with his again.
I was losing my V card tonight. With or without his assistance.
(Ethanol is the fucking best.)
As I felt him squeeze me with his hooves and buck into me, I felt my pussy start winking. Fuck, at this point I didn’t see the point of not just using my hooves. Was sex just a joke made up by others? Just to taunt me?
He pushed me further into the bed,and I felt his dick twitch against me. His mouth left mine again. “Pip, Yer drunk, horny and desperate. I can help with the last two things. But, only if ya lay back and enjoy things. Ya’ll want ta remember yer first time. Trust me now Pip.” I growled assent at him. He surprised me, why didn’t he just line up and rut me. That’s what bucks do right? I always thought…
He moved down my body laying light kisses down my muzzle and onto my throat. I could only see a the top of a Calamity shaped silhouette as he tugged, lovingly at my throat. Blunt teeth on sensitive skin. He pulled up his barrel at this point, I tried to hold on but he moved anyway. The career of Littlepip the professional wrestler would have been a short one…
It angered me that I couldn’t feel him pulsing against me, even as he left me a moaning wreck. He hadn’t stopped feeling my body, soft frog and hard keratin pressing against my flanks. I didn’t want to leave him hanging. When I rubbed my rear legs all over his shaft he groaned before biting down on my neck. His mouth broke from my body as his body pushed my legs back down.
“Pip, jus’ lay back. Enjoy somethin’ for a change.”
Calamity moved on to my barrel, picking up speed before running into my teets. I was content to let him suck on them, only moving my hoof over his head, looking into his eyes when he gave me a glance. Well, that was a lie of omission. He really only looked up because I made a newer, more interesting squeaking noise.
Still, in spite of this, my crotch only got more needy. In our implicit compromise, I guess there was a clause that said: when I push your head down, it keeps going down.
I think I screamed, when his muzzle pressed into my folds. My entire body convulsed when he rubbed my winking clit, roughly, with his tongue. Electric shocks ran down my spine. I felt his head move up to look at me. My tongue was lolling out.
“Seriously Pip?” He said to me before laughing at me. He shifted his body forward, took a nipple into his mouth and began to rub my sex with a hoof.
The next one was a slow burn, it took at least two minutes. I finally got control of my body as he moved his head back down to give me another…
“Um, Calamity, can I move now?” Calamity shot me a look of contentedness.
“And ah thought ah was going rusty. Ya sound like yer you again. Pip, word of advice only raiders get that angry during… this.” He said this as he pulled his body parallel to mine. This thing brushed my leg. It had gotten smaller. Not that he wasn’t big still…
“Calamity, can I, uh, return the favor?” I said in a small voice.
He nodded at me. I picked myself up on shaky legs before dropping back down in front of his flaccid, Cock. I brushed it with a hoof. It felt kind of like an air hose. I put my muzzle near it, flicked my tongue out, before concluding that it smelled tasted like salt and sweat. I felt my sex twitch again. I think we had fixed the desperate thing. The first not at all, and the second, had only gotten worse. He moaned loudly when I licked up the length of his shaft. I did sputter after tasting the stuff that had collected on the tip.
I hoped that I tasted better than that.
Calamity all at once shifted onto his back. His wings were flared straight out to his sides. His dick had gotten back the hardness I had felt on my stomach earlier.
“Pip, if it’s all the same ta ya, ah kinda jus’ wanna rut now.” His words were punctuated by another splerch of liquid coming out of his shaft. He started to pick himself up, but I stopped him with another lick to his shaft. With a groan his roll to get up became abortive. I opened my mouth before sucking down a couple inches of warm meat. I didn’t like the taste, but the grunt made my cunt wet. Was there a mare that liked the taste? A stallion? In the end his thing was covered in a combination of his gunk and my saliva. My part tasted better by far. As I pulled my body on top of his I realized that I had almost forced myself on my friend. Where there’s a guilty thought, there’s a train of them. My mom had me because of something like this…
His wings wrapped around me just a second before his legs did, so I looked him in the eyes. “What am I to you?”
“Yer someone who needs a lot of things. Practice with a stallion fer one. And someone who respects yah without bein’ scared tah tell yah like it is.” He bumped his nose into mine and blew a wisp of hot air into mine. “Really yah need tah live… Even if we die tomorrow, ya won’t be alone.” I pushed his head back into the moldy mattress.
“Calamity, will it... hurt?”
“Pip, you ain’t exactly my first, ah think I know what ah’m doin’.”
With that he rolled us over, I let my back legs spread, before getting his tip lined up at my entrance. His dick rubbed my drenched folds as his hot breath travelled between us.
That distance disappeared as his cock scraped against my walls. The flat head of didn’t stop as we moaned directly into each other. We became an echo chamber as he sunk himself into me. No, sex wasn’t a joke. It’s all that those terrible mares had told me, that feeling of stretching around a strong buck, even if I still prefer mares… The feeling of a pulsing, hard shaft being worked into you; knowing that the you were tugging on them just as hard, that they were in a game of tug of war with your insides.
Calamity’s pre was trying it’s best to coat me, to make the friction zero. It couldn’t do what my tunnel had been trying to do for an age.
He groaned as he got the last inch of dick into me, so it was that and the sensation of having my back wall touched, that made me cum around him. My back arched as he realized I had been impaled in the best way possible. In that dark room he felt me squirm under him. The best part is when the buck really starts to get into it. When that sweaty musk gets all over you as they drive their hips in and out. When you can just lay back and let your body experience it. That feeling there is what I had never had, the feeling that had kept my species kicking.
He was saying my name under his breath. I ground my hips into his. I gave his neck a solid lick. My buck. In that moment at least.
My head shifted upwards…
“Calamity!” I moaned into his ear. Nothing changed, until I felt him pull out to his tip.
The feeling that made my species have the biggest dicks in the whole genetic family. Proportionally of course. Proportionality being the thing that made him feel like he was stretching me like a balloon.
I knew his end before he did, because I could feel every ridge and raised artery, his tip was flared. That was the moment that brought me out the waving ocean of the night’s pleasure. He had gotten into his own world, a world with only two parts.
My clit hit his shaft right as he pushed in. I screamed. I think that put him over the edge. Without thinking I locked my mouth onto his muscled throat, and the feeling of him pushing me over the edge made me bite down. The feeling of him filling me full of… Cum made me draw blood. Calamity gave up holding himself up. His weight felt right as he slumped down onto the mare he met less than a week ago.
I wasn’t a brittle doll. If anything I had broken him. His heavy breathing and racing heart told would have proved me right.
“Those stable ponies ain’t the smartest.”
“Maybe they just thought I’d end up like my mom?”
“That ain’t a justification.”
“No, Calamity. When we get shot full of holes tomorrow, this, will be the justification.” I said this soberly as he rolled the two of us over onto our sides. I lit my horn. I wanted to see his face before the sex endorphins knocked us out.
“Pip, yer drunk.”
End Of Chapter Six: An Unremembered Interlewd.
Perk Acquired -
Alternate Character Interpretation.
You’re the same… but different.
