A Pointless Endeavor

Rainstream paced back and forth in front of her computer screen. There was no way to know how she’d get a response, if any at all. Helix wasn’t a very accomodating pony, but darn it, Rainstream was no quitter. Helix’s pet project was at a standstill for the time being, and that was precious time Rainstream did not intend to waste. Her first contact had been a resounding success, followed by further positive results from her second attempt. This third act of courting the uncourtly was a more direct approach, and Rainstream was unsure how Helix might respond.

It rained heavily outside, but only near her own cloud home. It was a temporary home, while she spent the summer down south, but the zoning laws down here were pretty lax, and the ponies were very accomodating.

A knock came at her door. Rainstream leapt up and bolted to the door. She opened it in a flash and eyed the pony standing outside. A very confused looking dark grey pegasus colt in a delivery hat stared back. A deep blush rose in his cheeks as he shakingly pulled out a letter from his saddlebag, dropped it twice, then held it up and read it off.

“Um… are you um… I’m sorry, ‘the infuriating and inferior pegasus pony with the pointless riddle and equally pointless… um… smutfic *gulp*... who lives in the clouds near the cookies’ house’?”

He looked up from the letter, rubbing the back of his neck. Rainstream stared open mouthed at him for several seconds, then closed and opened her mouth again, before snatching the letter away from him and looking it over closely.

To: The infuriating and inferior pegasus pony with the pointless riddle and equally pointless smutfic who lives in the clouds near the Cookie’s house
From:

There was nothing on the “from” line, but Rainstream knew exactly who it was. She waved off the furiously blushing mailpony and closed the door, then she tore open the letter and dived onto her couch, ripping it out and unfurling it.

There was only one line, with two sentences.

Meet me by the old quarry near the abandoned park. Come alone.

Rainstream’s eyes widened at the contents of the letter. The response. Any response. Contact.

Success.

Rainstream wanted to leap into the air, but she couldn’t celebrate early. She flipped the letter over to see if she’d missed any of the text. There was nothing else. No meeting time. Did that mean… now? Rainstream glanced down at herself, then bolted into action.

She rushed to her mirror and looked at her mane. It was… fine… sort of.

She brushed it for only about two minutes. Five. Six and a half. So much time was spent preening herself, Rainstream didn’t bother keeping track, but needless to say the sun was nearly setting when she finally decided on a perfume, and flew off.

Her heart was racing. Helix actually wanted to meet her. What would she look like? What would she say? Would… Rainstream nearly halted midflight. Would Helix try to kill her?

Rainstream relaxed. No. No she’d responded to her last two attempts. And Rainstream had left incentive for Helix to keep her alive. No, she should be fine. Maybe. Rainstream swallowed the lump in her throat. Maybe it would quell the butterflies in her stomach. This was surely an interesting relationship.

She touched down in the middle of the only quarry she could find. It was next to a park so… probably?

The sun was setting fast, so it was difficult to see. Rainstream stopped and listened to the wind. There was nopony around. Nothing was moving. Had she been too eager? Had it been a trick? Had she gotten the time wrong?

Was Helix even here?

She turned all the way around, scanning the edges of the quarry with her eyes as well as her ears. Nothing.

Rainstream slumped, wings sliding from her sides and drooping onto the ground. It was a mistake. She’d been a foal. Helix was just toying with her emotions. The lump from earlier found its way back up, and her eyes watered up, so she shut them. A tear leaked out, and fell onto the dirt below with a wet plop. Helix wasn’t here.

Something whipped lightly across Rainstream’s cheek. She opened her eyes, and found a thin, black… something, wavering right in front of her face. Rainstream gasped. Could it be? Her eyes traced the end of the thin black thing to her left, then her head turned to follow, and finally her body. Off to the side, hidden completely in shadow, was a pair of glowing red eyes where the base of the tentacle would have been. Helix was here.

Rainstream sucked in a breath, ready to let out an excited squee, when suddently the tentacle lurched forward, wrapping around her neck and face. Two more joined it soon enough, and Rainstream was tugged through the air toward the shadows at the edge of the quarry. Helix very quickly came into sharp focus.

“Don’t yell. I don’t want to be found. Be glad you’re not dead. Let’s go inside. Be very quiet.” Helix hissed the words out through eyes that tried to display anger, but her actions thus far betrayed her. Rainstream smiled as she was set down, and Helix trotted further into the shadows.

Rainstream followed slowly, unable to see much. She must not have moved fast enough, because she felt a tentacle wrap around her butt and drag her along rather forcefully. Rainstream stumbled forward, throwing up a hoof to avoid hitting the stone wall, only to pass right through where it should have been. The wind sounded different here. Rainstream pricked her ears and concentrated. Sure enough, they were in a small, cool cave within the walls of the quarry.

Following the tug of her pseudo guide leash, Rainstream walked further into the cave, and around a bend, then another, then finally when they rounded the bend there was some light. A single candle lit a small, tight crevice in the rock. Rainstream squeezed in and the tentacle around her butt retracted, returning to its owner and revealing her location by the far wall.

Far is more of a relative term. There wasn’t really much space in this small corner of the cave. Helix was only a hooflength away. Rainstream could just reach out and touch her at any time. On the floor were two bowls, each filled with a steaming liquid. Rainstream took a sniff.

Ramen!

She’d said that in her letter. Helix had listened.

“You wished to consume inferior pony food together. Let us eat.” Helix stated flatly, before dropping her tentacle into the bowl. The liquid began to disappear quickly. Rainstream stared at it open mouthed, watching as not just the broth, but the noodles as well, disappeared into Helix’s tentacle.

Small waves undulated up the tentacle as it ‘drank’ the ramen. When it was all gone, the tip of it turned toward Rainstream, almost expectantly.

“Do you need help consuming yours?”

Rainstream’s mouth opened and closed several times, then she slowly raised the bowl to her mouth and began to sip, staring at Helix’s blank stare the whole time. Helix tilted her head slightly, watching Rainstream slurp her ramen with mild curiosity.

“You unenhanced ponies have a strange way of consuming nutrients. Would it not be easier to simply absorb it through your skin?” Helix gaze was piercing, but the simple fact that the enhanced pony was staring at her made Rainstream’s heart flutter. She swallowed the broth and noodles in her mouth and took a breath.

“But isn’t it fun sometimes to use your mouth? Don’t tell me you’ve never actually slurped at the ramen?”

There was a pause, during which neither pony moved. Then Helix tilted her head the other way. One of her tentacle-like appendages extended from her back, reached forward, and plucked the bowl of ramen from Rainstream’s hooves. Rainstream let it happen, curious. The bowl was moved slowly over to Helix’s mouth, and she bent down to place her lips on it. A loud, slow slurping sound filled the cave during which Helix drew her head back with a very large amount of noodles. Once they all vanished into her mouth, Helix moved the bowl back over toward Rainstream, who took it again.

There were significantly less noodles now, but there was still plenty of warm broth. A loud gulping came from Helix, who now looked upward thoughtfully.

“I do not understand the purpose of this sensation,” she said flatly. Rainstream slurped up another bit of noodles and warm broth while Helix watched.

“Purpose? Well I guess it helps cool the noodles a bit, but it’s fun. Don’t you ever have fun?”

“What is this ‘fun’ you speak of?”

Rainstream shrugged. “Y’know like, just… something you enjoy doing, even though you don’t need to.” She looked down at her soup, then slowly looked back up, locking with Helix’s gaze. “Like this.” She added.

A light blush grew on Helix’s cheeks, and she turned to blow the candle out. Suddenly it was dark. Rainstream slurped up the rest of her broth, a bit too quickly, coughing and spluttering.

“Ack! Why did you do that?’

“It was fun,” came the reply. From behind Rainstream, She spun, but a tentacle wrapped around her mouth, and wound down her neck.

“Your unenhanced pony concepts are strange to me, but you are intriguing. I have enjoyed this time of consuming ramen with you, but I cannot allow you to know my whereabouts. Do not worry. I will return you safe. Sleep now.”

The tentacles around Rainstream’s neck tightened, and her head grew fuzzy. She beat her hooved against the tentacle wrapped around her but it had no effect. In fact, more tentacles wrapped up the rest of her limbs, to include her wings. Rainstream blacked out a few seconds later, powerless beneath Helix’s grip.

Was it odd she found this hot?

~ ~ ~

When the pegasus finally stopped struggling and moaning, Helix relaxed her grip. Such useless things, these normal ponies. They had no strength to speak of, and they continued to inefficiently consume valuable resources that could be better used to further the Helix legacy.

Still, the pony had entertained her. Strange though it was, their sloppy method of nutrient consumption had pleased her. Helix stared down at the limp body of the pegasus. She had seemed to dislike the dark, Helix observed. Normal ponies lacked the keen nightvision Helix had.

The other pony’s discomfort had entertained Helix in a way she couldn’t explain. Was it simply the justice of watching inferior ponies be made inferior. The sheer vindication? No, it was something… more. Possibly worth studying.

She would very much like to just kill the pegasus, but she had yet to answer the riddle she’d sent in, and this was a battle of minds Helix did not intend to lose. The pegasus had won her life with that solitary bit of information, though Helix would never admit that.

And the pegasus would be unconscious for several hours now. Such weak things. Helix prodded her wings. Pegasus had weather manipulation capabilities. She had seen it in some of them, and this one had even boasted of it in her previous letter. Helix’s face grew hot as she remembered the contents of that letter, but she shook the feeling away and focused on science. The weather manipulation was definitely worth noting, and adding to the Helix line. She plucked several feathers from the pegasus’s wings and tucked them away.

But then the smell hit her. Was she having another biological response to something about the pegasus? Helix produced analysis receptors on one of her tentacles and rubbed it across her own reproductive parts, absorbing any moisture that was there. No, it was not her. Helix looked down at the limp pegasus on the ground. Her? Another tentacle scrubbed along the pegasus’s reproductive parts, immediately tasting the pheremones excreted by her biological processes.

Unfortunately, it had an alarming effect on Helix herself. She could not explain it, but she was drawn to this taste and scent. She rubbed further, soaking up any liquid there was, until it was dry on the outside. Helix’s head clouded up, and her own reproductive regions grew hot. It was maddening. There was no purpose for this. And yet. She wanted to. Was this what the pegasus had called fun?

Helix stepped closer to the unconscious pegasus, and drove her appendage deeper into the soft pocket between the inferior equines legs. She was immediately rewarded with an explosion of flavor. She rubbed frantically soaking up every last drop of fluid until it was all gone. Then something even stranger happened. The pegasus moved.

Helix froze, listening, observing. Had she woken up? Impossible. No, simply her reproduction tunnel had contracted, and actually squeezed out more of the delicious fluid. Helix soaked this up too, then stopped. Could this pony be made to produce more, simply by rubbing. Helix’s origin, a Strawberry Clone, had had some experience with this, as it was noted in some of the earilier helix archives, but no Helix iteration had ever experimented with it, viewing the act as completely pointless.

What would her next iteration think of her?

Irrelevant.

Helix continued rubbing to see if it would produce more fluid, and to her delight, it did. Wait? Delight? Yes. Helix was actually eager to continue. In fact…

She slowly retracted her tentacle from the pony’s reproductive tunnel, and it came away dripping. She soaked up the drips on it, then stepped forward.

‘“But isn’t it fun sometimes to use your mouth? Don’t tell me you’ve never actually slurped at the ramen?”’

The inferior pony’s words came back to her, and a sudden curiosity struck Helix. She bent forward, and spread the pony’s legs wide. Bringing her mouth to the soft folds of the sleeping pegasus, Helix pressed her tongue forward, and dragged it along the wet skin in front of her.

The taste was the same, but the simple act of using her tongue was vastly different. Helix placed her lips fully over the dripping folds, and slurped up any fluids she could, pressing her tongue forward and rubbing to produce more.

The experience was similar to the ramen, and yet different. The flavor was intoxicating, and Helix pressed her face in deeply. A tentacle pressed into the soft cavity and rubbed it wildly from the inside, producing a flood of juices which Helix happily lapped up.

A new taste suddenly filled her head, and it took Helix a moment to realize it was her own.
She was rubbing her own reproductive organs with a stray tentacle, prodding and pressing forward purely on instinct. As if she would ever let a male subjugate her so. Helix looked up at the unconscious pony. Helix was clearly superior to her. She felt overcome with a strong desire to be on top of her. Helix stepped forward over the pony, staring down at her unconscious form.

She was sweating, as though part of her mind was awake, and responding to Helix’s attentions. Helix lowered herself, wrapping one tentacle around the pony’s neck—just in case—and pressed her body against the pegasus’s body. With her face so close, the temptation to do more to her just seemed too much. Helix pressed her lips against the other pony’s lips. She had noticed normal ponies tended to do this as a sign of mutual affection, or in rare cases, as dominance.

Here would be the latter. She held the other pony’s head and body in place and smothered it with her own. The tentacles at her nether region had doubled their efforts, now pressing into the unconscious pony’s as well. Helix had not learned her name. It was not important. Right now, she was a toy. A toy that Helix was enjoying dominating. She drilled her tentacles into both of them harder, increasing her own pleasure as well.

There was little point to this slow, inefficient method of reproduction, but with these intense sensations resulting from it, combined with the instincts that unfortunately accompanied them, it was easy to see why so many of the normal unenhanced ponies wasted their time. A fuzzy wave of euphoria was rising in Helix’s loins, and growing stronger by the minute. Soon enough, she could taste her own fluids coming from her own reproductive cavity. She was now absolutely dripping from her own ministrations.

A shame she couldn’t force this pony to do the same to her. The thought of sexually torturing a helpless and inferior pony had drawn the biggest reaction last time. Helix thought hard, then a thought occurred.

These ponies needed to excrete waste, unlike her. The necessity of this process meant their entire body was actually just a long tube, so that what went in could come out later. It was extremely wasteful, but for now it worked to Helix’s advantage. She stretched out one tentacle as far as it would go, and inserted it into the pony’s anus.

Immediately she regretted it, shutting off the analysis receptors as quickly as she could. Pony’s anal cavities were not filled with anything pleasant tasting. Of course, that made this next bit that much better. Working slowly and carefully, Helix worked her tentacle all the way up, backward through the defenseless pony’s body tube. Were she awake, this would probably be very uncomfortable, which of course spurred on Helix’s ministrations, and she became rougher, and more enthusiastic as she drove her undulating appendage deeper inside the unfortunate pegasus.

Eat shit, pony.

At long last, the pony’s neck showed a wriggling bulge traveling all the way up, until it poked forth from her lips like a black tongue. Helix stopped here, and rubbed her tentacle all over the pony’s mouth, disappointed more of her foul tasting excrement was not still on the tentacle. It was amusing to think of what the pony would taste when she awoke.

Pressing the tentacle just a bit farther—Helix was nearly at her limit with the length. Ponies sure had long cavities.—it extended upward enough to wriggle enticingly. After inspecting it to make sure it had been properly cleaned by the pony’s body, Helix turned and lowered herself onto her own appendage. Indeed, she was wet now, her latent biological urge having been awoken. She sat hard on the limp pony’s face, propping it up from the inside. It wasn’t precisely being licked by the helpless pony, but Helix liked to think that was what was happening. She wriggled her own tentacle inside herself, pausing to enjoy the sensation of sitting on another pony’s face, and having them lick you.

Oh yes, this pony had had a beautiful imagination. Helix stared forward at her tentacle jutting into this inferior pony from her anus, and realized she had neglected once again her source of pony nectar. Helix leaned forward bringing her face to the unconscious pony’s soft cavity once again. She gave it a lick, and smiled. It was just like before, only better now.

Helix spent the next hour fucking and sucking this pony dry. Screw point or purpose. Fun was a reason all its own. And this pegasus had definitely provided. When Helix had finally had her fill, she retracted herself from the pony’s innards, and wiped the muck from her tentacles with the pony’s wings. Then scooped her up carefully and carried her outside.

She checked to make sure the coast was clear, and headed up onto the grassy area above the quarry. It was night now, so nopony would spot her easily. She still listened carefully, but there was nopony around. Helix carried the unconscious pegasus to the edge of the park area, where she would likely be discovered in the morning and dropped her there.

Helix made to walk away, but hesitated. Lying there, facedown, completely violated and covered in her own sexual fluids, the pony looked… much like a trophy. Helix decided she would have to try a different position with this pony next time. For now, she must return to her cloning chamber, hidden away from the Cookies, and the rest of the world.

She turned and left, leaving the defiled and dominated pony alone in the park, making a note to find and kidnap this pony again sometime. For fun.