“I am gonna find the Helix cave!” Rainstream exclaimed as she flew off from Cayenne’s salon. She’d just seen the latest clipping from the Cookie vlog, which had been hijacked by a nemesis of theirs, a really cute artificial pony with numerous enhancements.
Helix 24b, as she’d come to call herself, had expressed boredom while she waited for her new specimens to mature. Rainstream intended to take advantage of that wait. She’d sent in a letter, posing a riddle she’d heard as a filly. If Helix was really smart, she’d figure it out, and become ~~even more sexy~~ way cooler.
The only problem was her hideout. The cookies hadn’t found it, but then again they hadn’t seemed to notice that their vlog was operating without them sometimes. Rainstream wanted to tell them but the last pony who’d tried that had died. So Rainstream had no intention of telling them.
(I only wrote one copy of this story, and this is it <3)
She had a pretty good idea of where the cave would be though, based on… well a hunch. She flew over town until she spotted the mountain she suspected, and headed its way. The main entrance was mostly covered with rock, but there was an opening much higher up—like, above the clouds—that only a pegasus would have seen. Or anyone flying, really, but there were no griffons in the area as far as she could tell.
The inside of the cave was really hot, and dry. Totally not like what she’d thought a cave should be. Weren’t all caves dank and damp? She actually almost hit the ceiling on her way in, and had to carefully just sort of flare out her wings midway and glide down in a tight spiral.
It took a while for Rainstream’s eyes to adjust, but there wasn’t much to see anyway. A lot of the cave was just broken and crumbled rock. As she got closer to the bottom, she could see a faint green and orange glow.
As she got closer, the picture got clearer, and more eerie. She was staring at a cooled lavabed. The surface was dark and crusty, but there was a constant subtle shift in it, and there were a few random cracks from which the orange glow emanated. To the side of that, on flat rock and gravel, there stood two tall green cylinders, with vague dark shapes inside them. Rainstream glided over to these and touched down.
“Ow!” The stone was hot. Very hot. Rainstream leapt into the air just as soon as she touched down. She had no time to take further bearings, however, as something slammed into the stone wall next to her. A sleek black pole was now inches from her face. Rainstream jumped back, only for another to appear, slamming into the wall next to the first. She looked to her left, to where both poles extended all the way toward a pair of glowing red eyes and a bright yellow mane. Oh, hi.
The poles were limbs, it seemed, and now two more were speeding toward her, Rainstream dodged and sped toward Helix.
“Helix, hi, I was just—oof!”
The four limbs retracted, coiling in the air and wrapping around her. Rainstream was tightly bound and rushed to the side of a being who was way more attractive in person. She smelled faintly of charcoal and sulfur, but underneath… Rainstream pressed her nose into Helix’s limbs, since she couldn’t reach her face. … sugar. Something sugary. Rainstream couldn’t quite place the flavor. Caramel or candy canes or something. Rainstream bit down on one of the limbs. Ooh, spearmint.
The limb undulated and slammed her against a wall, with the four of them curling around her four limbs, and one reaching around her neck.
A hard, rough but unmistakably female voice, spoke with a firm but completely even tone. “Who are you and how did you find me?”
Rainstream shook her head and looked up. She about drooled. Two feet in front of her was none other than Helix specimen 24b, in all of her charcoal black radiance. Charcoal isn’t exactly radiant… um. Well she looked very smooth. Unblemished, and her eyes were like glowing rubies. So mesmerizing. Oh and her mane. That’s where the smell was coming from, she still smelled like cotton candy.
The… tentacle… around her neck loosened slightly, and drew back toward Helix’s face, morphing into a sharp blade that made a metallic ring,.
Rainstream gulped “Um, hi, Helix—pleasedon’tkillmeIwon’ttellanyponyIjustwantedtomeetyou”
“Pathetic,” Helix monotoned. “Die now.” The blade swung at her neck.
Using her wings—which Helix totally forgot to bind up—Rainstream thrust herself powerfully from the wall and then clung to Helix’s chest with them.
The tentacle continued swinging, and wrapped tightly around both of their necks, binding them together. Then two of her remaining tentacles retracted from Rainstream’s legs. There were two quick snipping sounds, Rainstream felt a pinch, and then a lot of burning at the base of her wings.
“Ah!”
Rainstream was thrown back against the wall, but she couldn’t feel her wings anymore. She looked up, and Helix was holding them with her tentacles.
“These have proved troublesome. I will keep them for research on pegasus magic. Thank you for your contribution to the Helix legacy. Now die.”
Helix once again swung her sharpened tentacle at Rainstream.
“No wait! What about my riddle?!” Rainstream clenched her eyes shut as the blade descended. When she didn’t feel the kiss of… sharp flesh. Rainstream opened one eye. Had she leaned forward in that instant, she would have impaled herself on the tip of a very sharp looking tentacle, but she instead pressed her head into the rock behind her.
“Riddle?”
The question hung in the air not unlike the needlepoint hanging inches from Rainstream’s favce. Neither pony moved for a full minute. Rainstream’s breathing became labored, at which Helix’s face twisted in frustration.
“Your death will be more painful the longer you wait, now tell me what riddle you mean, pony.” She spat the word pony like it was an insult, which Rainstream supposed to her it was.
“Oh, I sent you a riddle because you said you were bored. Did you get it?”
Helix stared blankly at her.
“A riddle being a question meant to puzzle the mind of the inferior, and prove the mental prowess of the one who states the answer. I have received no such question.”
“Oh, well um. My mother told me it a long time ago. It’s sort of a rhyme.”
A pause.
“T-the softest of b-beds, o-or the h-hardest of stone. Seizing, the day, or t-the w-wind, for our own.”
Rainstream swallowed.
“W-what am I describing?”
Helix tilted her head to the side, then didn’t move for a minute. Rainstream fidgeted beneath her captor’s grip, but could not escape. Not that she fully wanted to. At last, Helix spoke.
“Obvious.” She dropped her sharpened limb, and unbound Rainstream from the others, drawing them back to her so that they sat atop her back looking like four very plucked wings. Rainstream noticed Helix still had her wings.
“And pointless. I have far more useful things to do with my time.”
Helix turned and trotted away, giving Rainstream a gorgeous view of her beautiful ass. Rainstream blushed, but then recovered herself. She scrambled to her hooves.
“B-but wait! You never told me the answer.”
Helix stopped and turned, looking lazily over her shoulder. “You know it, do you not?”
Rainstream nodded quickly.
“As do I, inferior pony, so further discussion is pointless. I must go study your wings for their magic.”
Helix turned back and continued trotting away.
“But you never stated the answer. How do I know that you know?”
“Again, pointless. You are an inferior being. I don’t need to prove anything to you.
“So you don’t know the answer then.”
Helix stopped in place, turned, and slowly trotted back toward Rainstream. Rainstream grinned, and blushed. Helix stopped inches from Rainstream’s snout and bored into her with those glowing ruby eyes of hers.
“If you wish to die, say so and I will be glad to remove you from existence. Otherwise, stop wasting my time.”
One of the locks of Helix’s mane draped down and tickled Rainstream’s nose.
Rainstream giggled. “You’re cute.”
A visible blush slowly formed on Helix’s cheeks, but her eyes grew angry. It was just… adorable. And this close… Rainstream quickly leaned forward, and locked lips with Helix. Mmm, black licorice. Not the sweetest flavor, but still—
Rainstream found herself slammed against the wall again, having been slapped roughly by one of Helix’s tentacles.
“STOP WASTING MY TIME!” she shouted, then sped off.
Rainstream grinned stupidly. Totally worth it. She rubbed her aching head, then realized she was still alive. She froze. Why hadn’t Helix killed her? She had every reason to, and yet she hadn’t. It was a mystery. Rainstream stood up and dusted herself off. Or, well, she tried to. The lack of wings was…
Wings.
Rainstream trudged slowly across the cave. She had to stay close to the wall for the ground to be cool enough for her hooves. Helix was rumaging inside a storage container on the far side. Rainstream could hear several clangs from things being moved inside.
She came across the two green cylinders from earlier. A few bubbles drifted up through them. Inside were two shapes, mostly equine, but with a few odd limbs.
“Are these your new specimens?” Rainstream asked.
“Yes. They are nearly finished. I simply need to wait.”
Helix closed the storage container and trotted over to stand on the far side.
“They will be superior to me, and if they defeat me in battle, of which I have no doubt they will, they will become the next in the Helix line.”
Rainstream blinked, staring further at the two shapes.
“Are they smarter than you?”
“I have programmed them to be, but I will not know until they emerge.”
“How will you know if they’re smarter?”
“They will defeat me in battle.”
“But that’s just physical strength isn’t it? What about brain power?”
“Irrelevant. Their battle prowess will prove their intelligence. Even you should know battles are not won with brute force alone. This is something I have over my predecessor.”
“You’re smarter than the previous Helix.”
“Undoubtedly.”
Rainstream smirked. “Isn’t that indubitably?”
A pause.
“Irrelevant. I defeated her, just as I defeated you and your friends.”
“But you still haven’t answered my riddle.”
A pause.
“I told you that I know the answer. Which I do. You need not hear the answer to know I have won.”
“But that’s how riddles work. You don’t get to say you know unless you can say the answer.”
“But I can.”
“So, what’s the answer?”
A pause.
“You do not know either.”
“Ha, so you don’t know!” Rainstream called, triumphantly.
Helix darted swiftly around the tubes, scuttling on her enhanced tentacles. Rainstream quickly backtrotted, but the ground got hotter and she had to try to dodge sideways. Helix tackled her and sat on her belly, pressing their faces together, but wrapping one tentacle around Rainstream’s neck this time.
“Intelligence alone will get you nowhere either. A riddle is not enough to best me.”
She stomped her hoof, and her tail flicked, which just happened to fall across Rainstream’s nether region. It winked. That tickle sent a jolt through Rainstream. Her face grew hot.
Helix tilted her head. “What is that face? That is not the face most ponies make when they are bested.” Her tail continued to tickle Rainstream’s sensitive spot.
“Nng, st-top.” Rainstream panted, reaching a hoof down to push Helix’s tail away. Helix paused, looked under her, then looked back at Rainstream. Leaving one tentacle around Rainstream’s neck, Helix turned until she could prod Rainstream’s pussy with her hoof.
“You ponies are amusing by how sensitive your reproductive organs are. Such an exploitable weakness.” She pressed harder, rubbing her hoof around on top of Rainstream’s pussy, sending convulsions throughout Rainstream’s body. She writhed beneath Helix’s grip, letting out moans of ecstasy.
“You will yield, and admit that I am superior, pony. This is your weakest spot. I have bested you. Admit it.”
Rainstream could hardly find her voice amidst the moans that kept forcing their way up.
“A-ans-swer t-the r-ridd-dle.”
The hoof retracted, and a tentacle shoved itself deep inside Rainstream.
“Ah!” She cried out, suddenly filled by… Helix. As the modified appendage drilled into her, Rainstream let out moans of pleasure.
“Yeild!”
Helix stepped over Rainstream and began rubbing her clit while the tentacle drilled into her. Rainstream opened her eyes for a brief instant, and noticed Helix’s perfect black pussy was directly over her.
And it wasn’t dry.
Rainstream could smell her. It as though Helix was secretly enjoying this. Rainstream's legs were free. Sporting a grin she could never be sure was entirely caused by the sensations assaulting her pussy, Rainstream reached up and rubbed Helix’s pussy.
The response was immediate. All movement stopped. The two of them sat completely still. Helix, with her hoof and tentacle pressed into Rainstream’s pussy. And Rainstream, with her hoof pressed against Helix’s pussy. Helix’s pussy winked. Rainstream grinned, and reached up to grab Helix’s hindquarters and pull her down.
She was stopped however, as Helix’s powerful tentacles held her down. But she was still allowed to rub and prod the increasingly wet folds above her.
Rainstream giggled as she was fucked by a tentacle monster, while being allowed to give it pleasure in return.
“Have I mentioned you’re really cu—”
Helix planted her rump firmly onto Rainstream’s face, silencing anything further Rainstream might have said.
“Your words are pointless. Make a better use for your mouth before I silence it permanently. I will know when you yield.“
So Rainstream got to work, rubbing her snout into the soft, very wet folds pressed over her favce, and reached forward with her tongue. Rainstream heard a brief moan that she was very sure she hadn’t made, before the tentacle returned to work on her pussy, but one was prodding her ass now.
Rainstream would have yelped if her mouth wasn’t properly muffled by Helix’s muff. Instead, she continued her tonguework and reached up with her unbound hooves to rub Helix’s teats.
There was no audible response this time, but another Tentacle made itself known, wrapping around both of Rainstream’s teats as well. Helix shifted, and her tongue flicked one of Rainstream’s nipples.
“Mmmph.” Rainstream shrieked in pleasure, drawing a gasp from Helix, after which her tongue doubled its ministrations on Rainstream’s teats.
They continued like this for several minutes, until Helix began inserting one of her tentacles into Rainstream’s anus. Rainstream squirmed, trying to avoid it. She stopped attending to Helix’s folds at all. No no no no no no not there.
As the appendage slowly spread her ass apart, Rainstream started slapping Helix’s flank, hoping to get her to stop.
She didn’t, and before long Rainstream felt more full than she’d ever been during a sexual encounter. She screamed constantly into Helix’s vagina, waiting for the sexual torment to stop.
It didn’t for about a half hour, during which Rainstream came several times, but Helix never seemed to notice. When at last Rainstream’s voice had run out, and her hoof fell limp at her side, Helix ceased pounding her ass, and stood up, lifting her dripping folds from Rainstream’s favce.
“Do you yield?”
Rainstream could barely move. Her ass was sore. Her pussy was sore. Her teats were sore. Her forelegs were exhausted. Her lungs were burning. She was soaked from sweat and sexual fluids.
A quiet whimper was Rainstream’s only response.
“As expected. I am superior to you in this as well.”
Helix turned and trotted away, taking Rainstream’s golden view with her.
“Let me know when and how you wish to die, but do make it soon, for your own sake. You won’t be leaving without your wings, I expect, and I don’t need to feed, unlike you. You’ll starve if the heat doesn’t kill you first.”
Rainstream managed a weak smile.
“You still never answered my riddle,” She whispered.
She shrieked a moment later as a tentacle whipped straight across her puffed out pussy.
“Water.”
Rainstream drew a breath, but before she could go on, she was whipped again, across one of her teats this time.
“It is soft and used for beds, but becomes hard when impacted at high speed, and it is common for seafaring ponies to ride across it on the wind. The answer to your riddle is water. I am superior to you.”
Rainstream lay silently and caught her breath. But Helix had lost patience. She whipped Rainstream again, across her other teat.
“Admit it. I am far superior to you in every way.”
Rainstream coughed, trying to catch her breath.
“Yield.” Helix whipped Rainstream’s stomach
“Nnng!” Rainstream struggled to form a word.
“Yield!” The inside of her thigh.
“N-nnn...”
“Yield!” The other thigh.
“No!”
The whip came across her ass, somehow.
“What?” Helix asked.
“N-no, that’s not the answer.” Rainstream grinned.
A pause.
“Tell me the answer.”
“No.”
“Then we will continue.” The tentacle rested against Rainstream’s pussy again.
Rainstream laughed. “Are you sure you don’t have better things to do? I thought this was pointless.”
An audible growl came from Helix’s lips.
“You are drawing my attention only because I am bored and have little else to do, but you are tiresome, and so I have decided you will die of lust. Enjoy your last breaths, pony. I know I will.”
A tentacle wrapped tightly around Rainstream’s neck, and her favorite view descended over her once again. Two tentacles were shoved back into her again and again as she ate out the charcoal pony sitting on her face. Soon she felt the need to breathe, but she couldn't. Helix was blocking her air. The assault on her loins continued as she began to feel lightheaded. Rainstream tried beating on Helix's flank but she did not let up. Rainstream's vision grew narrower and narrower as everything began to shut down, meanwhile the sensations in her loins became a burning pain.
The last thing Rainstream ever saw was Helix's beatiful ass on her face, and she fucking loved it.
Rainstream put the quill down, admiring her work with a deep heat in her cheeks, and the rest of her as well. She attempted to fold her wings, but eventually gave up and focused on folding her letter. She hoped Helix would like it. Now if only Rainstream knew of a volcanic cave in the area. She gazed out the Cookies’s window at the distant horizon.
Who knows? Maybe Helix would even respond. She finally folded her wings and trotted outside to the mailbox. Just as she was about to place the letter inside she had a horrifying realization.
She couldn’t address the letter, because she had absolutely no idea where Helix lived.
Author's Note
Another from the AskTheCookies blog. I seem to be writing quite a few of these.
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.
