Oh yeah, I've still got it.

Delta Vee's smouldering, crimson eyes burned with desire as she looked up at the young stud she had snagged for an evening of fun. There had been very little ritual or build-up to the events which brought the mare and stallion together, slightly drunk as they were, into the back of the dirty bathroom stall where they now engaged in a tryst.

It had been a long, uneventful and lonely night up until then, but with the stallion now writhing and twisting with pleasure from Delta's oral attention things had certainly begun to look up for the randy mare.

"B-Buck, that feels so damn good! Just a little more!" the stud exclaimed. His hooves braced against the metal wall of the bathroom stall, steadying his current bipedal standing position which was made even more difficult by his tipsy swaying. Space was at a premium in here, but Delta seemed to be making the best of it as she sat comfortably between the hind legs of her most recent conquest and continued her work.

It was a nice cock: a little thicker than the average meat Delta tended to run into on a Tuesday night. She enjoyed the feel of its girth stretching uncomfortably into her throat as she took the young stud's member all the way to the hilt, earning her a satisfying moan from him. Was he close? He sounded very close, and judging from the faint tremor in his hindquarters she figured it was only a matter of moments until he burst. The feel of that trembling and the desperation in the stallion's voice were very arousing, but what really set her off were the rapid-fire grunts he made when she danced her tongue on his flare. Each time she teased the tip of it with her tongue he would let out the cutest series of little noises. In truth, this wasn't really her A-Game, but the stallion acted as though it was the best blow of his life. That, she had to admit, was a damn good feeling.

Delta pulled her head back and released the aching cock from the warmth of her mouth and was amused by the predictable whine of disappointment from the young stallion. With a wicked grin, Delta thought to tease her little toy a moment longer while she left him right on the edge of orgasm. "You like that, stud?" she asked. Her mind had blanked on his name as she spoke. Had he even told her what his name was? Was it Blitz? Did it even matter? About the only thing the young stallion seemed concerned with right now was getting his dick back into her mouth.

"Why did you stop?!" he asked, his voice tinged with equal parts lust and frustration.

"Just reminding you who’s in control here lil' buck" Delta replied. She gave a long, sensuous lick starting at the stallion's balls and ending at his trembling tip. More lavishing attention was given to the fattening flare afterward, continuing stimulation so that the stallion remained painfully on the edge without being given release – without being given permission to release. As her teasing continued, the young stallion's impatience grew.

"C'mon, just keep going," he pleaded.

"Why the rush?" Delta asked. She used her hoof to stroke along the stallion's shaft as she spoke. "I'm just having a little fun."

"It was more fun in your mouth…"

"Oh I bet," she said teasingly. "I'll make you a deal though." Delta could tell she had the stallion at her mercy; she could see his look of desperate pleading as he looked down at her while she made her offer. She had his full attention.

"Fine, w-what is it?" he asked, his teeth gritting as the mare between his legs sucked the edge of his flare before answering him.

"You're gonna come home with me tonight Blitz…"

"M-My name's not–"

"I ain't done!" she interrupted. "You're gonna bucking pound my aching pussy until I'm completely satisfied, got it?"

"Yes, I got it! Whatever you say!" the stallion said hotly. His flare was bulging and those swollen balls of his were tensing from how near his orgasm was. In this state, Delta figured he'd agree to damn near anything she asked. Not that it was any surprise: this handsome stud was lucky enough as it is! She was going to give him the time of his life by the night's end. But first, Delta reckoned, it was time to reward this stallion's patience.

"That's bucking right you'll do what I say. Now, shoot that hot load down my fucking throat!"

By now Delta had worked herself up almost as much as the stallion. As her eyes fell back on that fat flare, watching as it pulsed and twitched, she felt her own arousal peaking to nearly unbearable levels. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, burning in a way she might have associated with an actual heat, though she didn't expect one for weeks yet. Voraciously, Delta resumed giving both of them what they now desired.

In only a second the stallion's fat member, medial ring and all, was sliding back down Delta's tight, wet throat and stretching it with a subtle, but oh so noticeable, bulge. 'Blitz' the stallion threw his head back—which thumped hard against the metal walls of the stall—and let out a cry of pleasure so loud that Delta was almost certain the patrons outside would hear it. Good! she thought. The agonizing cries of pleasure from her conquests were a point of pride for the mare. She was no common barfly: she was Delta fucking Vee!

"S-Shit! I'm… I'm g-g-nhhhg!" the stallion stuttered incoherently. "Buck… BUUUCK!"

A sudden stillness descended over the two in the bathroom. The stallion's hips gave a few weak bucks against Delta's face as he let out a low, guttural whine. Noticing the stallion's rear hooves were slipping slowly apart on the tile floor, she used both her forelegs to steady the stud, allowing him to focus on the only thing that should matter: her sucking mouth and trashing tongue on his cock. Then, she felt it…

He came.

He came hard, and she could feel his first powerful shot bursting right down her throat. She pulled her head back until only his flare rested in her muzzle and then resumed ravaging the bulging cockhead with her deft tongue. As Delta's mouth began to fill up faster than her cum-hungry throat could swallow, pressure built up until a spurt of cum shot out from her overstuffed mouth and struck the wall between the stallion’s legs with a wet splat. This buck was quite pent up and, regretfully, Delta found she was forced to jerk her head back fully from the still-erupting dick, sticky strands of mixed saliva and ejaculate creating streamers between her sloppy-wet muzzle and the stud's convulsing, wet cock.

Not one to be defeated, Delta used a hoof to continue stroking the spasming shaft of the shockingly virile stud and slammed her eyes shut with expectation of more hot seed. Her caution was well founded because one of the stallion's ropes splattered right over her left eye with surprising force mere moments later. Another found its way up to her mane, sticking against her hair in a manner that would have normally sent her right into a fit of rage, but Delta was both too tipsy and far too horny to care right now. She wanted his thick, warm seed on her: That was her cum that she earned and she intended to have all of it!

"Yeah!" she cried as her hoof continued stroking the trembling cock, milking it for every drop she could. "Cum all over me stud! Bucking paint me in it!"

Delta got her wish as the stud let out an impassioned moan and continued to paint her fur—and the floor tiles—with everything he had. Before he had finished she got a few more on her face, a generous amount on the hoof she'd finished him with, a fair bit on her chest and even a rogue strand which found its way to her right wing somehow. When the stallion was finally spent she slowed the stroking of her slathered hoof until she felt his dick begin to soften in her touch.

With a quick swiping motion using her clean hoof, she wiped away the cum that had stuck to her eyelid. When Delta opened her eyes again, it was to the sight of the stallion lowering himself down on all fours, his body visibly shaking from the intensity of his orgasm which was now beginning to wind down. He barely had time to finish uncrossing his eyes before Delta was all over him, shoving her cum-stained lips right against his own in a forceful and sloppy kiss. So unprepared was not-Blitz that he he actually stumbled backward and slipped—perhaps on some of what little semen hadn't covered the frenzied mare—and fell right onto his plot with his back pressing hard against the stall door. He was then left facing off with the raunchy and increasingly predatory looking Delta.

"H-Holy shit lady!" the stallion sputtered.

Delta grinned and reached out with the clean hoof to stroke slowly down the chest fluff of her surprised 'prey'. When she had snagged him earlier in the bar she really hadn't given much thought to his looks, but now, covered in his cum and drunk off her own lust, she found him quite attractive. Perhaps it was his short, spiky hair or his cool-blue fur that bristled pleasantly against the underside of her hoof that she liked. As an Earth Pony he had quite a rugged and muscular build that certainly gave him a very masculine appeal. Or, perhaps it was the overwhelming smell of his musk which saturated her fur and filled her lungs with every breath she now took.

Whatever the reason was for her arousal, Delta quickly realized there was no way she could put off her satisfaction even one moment longer – Blitz didn't look like he'd be ready to fill her needy snatch for at least a little while though. While it may not be exactly what she wanted, she figured a little oral attention just might tide her over until she could get her prize stallion back home.

"Alright, I know I said you'd be filling my pussy," Delta said, shooting a look over her shoulder. She angled herself and made a quick hop onto the small, squat toilet behind her and slouched back into a comfortable resting position. "... but you're gonna need to give me one for the road before we get to the good stuff later!"

When Delta spread her legs completely apart she could already feel her desperate little nub peeking out of her burning nethers toward the stallion in front of her. She followed the path of his eyes as they wound down her body and fixed on her seeping marehood which was now beginning to fill the bathroom with her own musky scent. Delta's winking clit and spread-eagle posture should have been more than sufficient to inform him of what the horny mare wanted, but she noticed him hesitating...

Was he inexperienced at giving oral?

"O-Oh wow, um… right now? In here?" he asked, suddenly more coy than Delta would have liked.

"Yeah, right bucking here, right bucking now," she clarified in a level tone. To emphasize her point, she slid a hoof down to her uncomfortably swollen lips and pulled one side of them open, exposing her hot canal for the stallion. "See what you've done to me you sexy stud?" she added, stroking his ego a bit. A fresh strand of her own lubricant seeped out of her and drooled down to the tile floor as she stretched herself open – what more proof could the stallion need than that?

"S-Sure, I see it," he replied.

"Good," Delta said dryly. "Then get down here, stop flapping that muzzle, and use it for something useful: like eating my damn pussy!”

Delta licked her lips, her tongue tasting some of the cum still stained there, and waited anxiously for her little stud to comply with her demands. She saw him beginning to shift himself from his sitting position and felt her eager marehood give a powerful throb of anticipation for the tongue she expected to feel there soon. It might not be dick, but she knew from how wet and ready she was that it was going to feel like the best damn tongue-fuck she'd had in months, no matter how unskilled or fumbly the stallion might be. However, as Blitz came to a stand, she noticed him take a tentative step away from her as his eyes scanned over her body.

Something was wrong.

What was the stallion waiting for? Delta watched as the his eyes moved over her body, from her cum-stained fur to her ever more irritated face and back down to her weeping marehood. She studied his expression and saw something familiar there: as he continued to look at her, a sort of dawning realization formed on his face. She knew that look immediately, and when it became increasingly clear to her what was happening, she felt a cold lump begin to form in the pit of her stomach.

"Well?!" she said, her voice rising in volume.

It seemed to startle the stallion into speaking.

"U-Uhh, look, I don't know about this."

"What the hay do you not 'know about'?" she said, her furor rising with every syllable. "It's not going to bucking bite you; but I might if you don't get down there and start returning the damn favor!"

"Favor? C'mon lady, we already had some fun, so–"

"We had fun?! I'm sure you had fun while I was sucking your greedy fucking cock. What's the damn problem all the sudden?"

"I dunno, you're just… kind of…"

"What? I'm kind of what?!"

Without a doubt Delta already knew what the stallion was about to say. Even before he spoke she was dropping her hind legs back down and setting them on the floor, her arousal all but forgotten as she felt her blood beginning to pre-emptively boil. Her eyes pierced the stallion's with a look so furious that he reflexively pressed his plot up against the stall door in a futile attempt to put distance between them. With nowhere else to go in this cramped space he could only look into Delta's eyes and see them daring him to finish his earlier thought – so he did.

"You're kind of... old?" he said, his body tensing expectantly.

Delta stared back at the stallion, her expression darkening as she summoned forth all her willpower to not simply reach forward and strangle him. She wasn't sure what made her the most angry: the insinuation that her age made her undesirable or simply the audacity the stallion had to say such a thing seconds after he covered her in his ejaculate. Both ideas were infuriating, but she could hardly bring herself to believe she had actually heard the stallion correctly.

Gathering what little calm she had left, Delta leaned forward from her seated position and spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "... the buck did you just say to me?"

Blitz's narrowed his eyes as she asked the question, his lips curling into a cocky sneer as he answered her. "I said I think you're too damn old for me lady."

Previously, Blitz had been cautiously stepping around the mare's belligerence, but as the two continued to exchange ever louder expletives it became clear that he was also losing his temper, and fast. It did little to phase Delta though and she sprung from the toilet seat onto all fours—wobbling only slightly in her intoxicated state—and shoved her face right up to his.

"Apparently not too old to suck you off you ungrateful little shit!"

At this distance Delta could smell the alcohol on the punk’s breath even as she saw the look of defiance shining in his eyes. "Maybe I thought I was doing you a favor!" he replied as his muzzle pressed uncomfortably against hers. It was little surprise that his words only made the mare even more furious, causing her wings to flare out from her sides as a shot of adrenaline filled her body. Every muscle in her was visibly shaking with rage at this point.

"I don't need your fucking charity!" Delta screamed as her body wound up tight, ready to spring at the smallest provocation from the stallion. He seemed unmoved by her words and rolled his eyes at her assertion. If he had a real reason for turning her down he seemed well past the point of actually explaining it. Whether he was stubborn, naturally antagonistic or assuming Delta's show of anger and aggression was a bluff, he seemed perfectly content to simply go on provoking her even further.

"Let's be honest, that was the closest to a dick your old cunt will ever get, bitch!"

Delta took a deep breath, feeling her body tense up, her anger rising as she looked at this colt who had just denied her. Delta saw only red.

The Black Horse, well loved by its regulars and patrons, was a fairly nondescript bar located near the southern outskirts of Las Pegasus. Being so close to the vast expanse of desert to the south tended to leave those living in the 'burbs a little more rough around the edges. Its residents were hardy, somber and industrious, so it was little surprise that a lot of the industry in Las Pegasus - what little there was - tended to be scattered around the south edge of the town where these hard-working ponies lived. Ponies here endured hours of tough labor for their bits and were very discerning in how they spent them. This all worked in favor of The Black Horse bar, because it was a no-nonsense kind of place where ponies knew they could come for a cold drink at a good price after a long, tiring day. There was a kind of community here in the south with everypony working together to drive the industry of Las Pegasus forward. This contrasted with some of the more fast and loose bars, clubs and other avenues that existed in the central business district of this gambling town; they were places where tourists and partiers went to be wild and unruly… but not down here. In the Las Pegasus southern community, fools were not suffered lightly.

It had been a relatively quiet Tuesday night at The Black Horse, as was usual for the weekdays. Only a relatively small handful of ponies were milling about in the bar and having drinks at a quarter past eight, though more will spilling in all the time as their shifts ended, leaving them thirsty for a little relaxation. Unfortunately, tonight, that relaxation was on hold.

There was an undeniable restlessness that hung over the bar on this particular night, its patrons tense, their conversations muted or hushed. Every pony in attendance was leaning uncomfortably, ears twitching as small fragments of an argument that had been forming over the past minute could be heard coming from the bathroom. Fights and scuffles weren't exactly uncommon in The Black Horse, or at least no more so than any other bar, but there was one patron in particular with a bit of a history of it. For all the sense of community and togetherness that tight little Equestrian communities like the one in southern Las Pegasus usually felt, there was always that one pony.

The Black Sheep.

Bursting through the bathroom door came a cool-blue earth pony with an enraged Delta Vee in close pursuit. 'Blitz' the earth pony sprinted down the center of the bar, narrowly weaving his way around stools, chairs and an incredibly startled waitress as he made a mad dash for the front exit. In spite of his drunken stupor the earth pony seemed to fare surprisingly well as he made an agile cut through the veritable obstacle course before him. It might have been the adrenaline now pumping through his system, triggered by his fight-or-flight response and the growing welt over his right eye from the unexpected right hook of the older mare he'd slighted. Whatever the case, he had little trouble in plotting a safe path toward his goal.

Delta Vee, on the other hoof, didn't fare as well. As she passed the waitress that Blitz had sent into a dizzy spiral from his sprint, the edge of her hoof clipped the rear leg of the other mare. That contact was so very brief, but it was all that was needed to send Delta slingshotting forward into an uncontrolled dive. She gave a beat of her wings in a vain attempt to get aloft and avoid impacting the ground, but it was too late as she found herself colliding harshly against one of the bar's - thankfully unoccupied - tables. Her momentum halted, head dizzy with intoxication and fury, Delta barely had time to shake her head and begin recovering her wits before the dizzy waitress came tumbling down next to her and bringing with her a small plate of spaghetti which landed with a dull, wet smack right onto Delta's left thigh.

"Ow! Shit!" Delta cried.

Her hoof shot down to slap the hot mess from her leg, sending it flying a short distance before it splattered across a nearby stallion's fetlocks. The stallion jolted in surprise from the sudden contact of the warm, messy food and gave an angry shout at the pissed off mare who was now pulling herself up into a stand and staring daggers toward Blitz, now nearly home free at the other end of the bar.

"I'll have your damn head for this!" she shouted after him. Blitz turned to face her and, upon seeing that she was safely an entire bar's length away, took a moment to respond to her challenge.

"Not a chance you old cunt!"

Clearly satisfied with himself, Blitz turned back toward the exit and took a few more casual steps toward it before stopping. Delta watched as he threw back a smile at her and said one final thing before departing.

"... And my name's not 'Blitz', idiot!"

Not-Blitz let out a callous laugh and then quickly fled out the front door and out of her sight. She wasn't ready to let the punk go so easily though; he may have a small head start, but she reasoned that unless he had a small rocket booster hidden up his obnoxious plothole she could easily catch up to him once she had some clear and open skies to make use of her wings.

Steeling her resolve, Delta made ready to continue her dash, but was stopped suddenly by the presence of a firm hoof on her withers, holding her in place. The abrupt and unwanted contact was nearly enough to send Delta back into a blind rage and she pivoted herself wildly to throw a punch at whatever idiot was dumb enough to restrain her. She saw the offender out of the corner of her eye and reared a forehoof back, readying her strike... but in an instant all the hostility fell away from her as the stallion came more into focus.

Liquid Blaze, an aging earth pony with stout features, a streak of grey in his short mane, and a demeanor as unyielding as it was gentle, stood bracing the disheveled Delta Vee. Looking into his firm and intense eyes she knew she'd screwed up, but there was no way she'd dare throw a punch now. Never minding the fact that Liquid Blaze - who often went by 'Blaze' to those who knew him - was not a pony to be trifled with; with a record of prize fights under his belt from his earlier years as a bright-eyed and spunky boxer who was quite a competitor in the ring, Blaze commanded a certain level of respect. He was a strong pony chiseled out of granite... but had a softness to him that could soothe the heart of an angry dragon.

"Vee?" he said, his tone firm but questioning.

Delta's head wheeled around and looked back at the door where the young stallion had escaped. With each passing moment he put more distance from himself and her fury. She gestured toward the exit with her hoof, still shaking slightly from adrenaline and anger, and made to plead her 'case'.

"That little prick, he…"

"Yeah?" Blaze said, his brow raising a millimeter. His posture was as non-threatening as it could be while holding the mare, though the astute observer could see his legs were tense and ready to spring at a moment’s notice.

"He pissed ya off, right?" he added, finishing Delta's own train of thought.

"Yeah!" she said..

"But now he's gone," he pointed out.

"No thanks to you!" Delta asserted. She rolled her shoulder as if to throw off Blaze's hoof, though the motion lacked any sort of force to it. He held fast, but not so hard that Delta couldn't get out from under the hoof if she made a true effort to do so. Her quarrel wasn't with this gentlepony bartender; however, her fur still bristled from his touch.

"Will you get your damn hoof off of me?"

"Sure thing Vee. As long as we don't have a problem?" he said.

It was at that moment that Delta finally began to feel the weight of the tension in the bar pressing down on her. Her eyes darted about the lobby and saw most of the patrons staring at her and the bartender, waiting to see if she was going to make and even bigger fool of herself. It was eerily quiet, everypony rigid and still with anticipation of the next move one of the two of them would make. Slowly, carefully, she took a deep breath and held it… then released.

"No, we don't have a problem," she said through gritted teeth, her voice straining with effort to be calm.

Delta had no intention on starting another fight, least of all with 'Black Eye' Blaze, and certainly not in one of the few bars on the south side where she was at least begrudgingly welcome. It took a monumental effort for her to sit, unmoving and unthinking, and let herself simply calm down.

'Old' he had called her. Just some washed up barfly. What did he know anyway?!

It took every ounce of Delta's willpower to stop herself from wrenching out of Blaze's grasp and trying to do… something. But what? What would she do now? Go flying about in the dark looking for a pony whose face she'd barely committed to memory? When it came right down to it, it simply wasn't worth her time. Wasn't worth burning yet another bridge to a bar that she actually liked.

"Okay Vee, that's good," Blaze said finally. Pulling his hoof off her withers the gentlecolt then stepped back a few paces and came to a slow sit, his joints popping just slightly from the effort. Delta watched as the graying stallion looked over her body, his eyes regarding her with a look understanding.

I'm still covered in it, Delta thought. A slow and painful realization came to her as she imagined what she must look like right now: her fur covered in cum, smelling of musk, booze and spaghetti with dozens of bar patrons staring at her as she basked in her anger and shame.

Blaze continued, mercifully taking her attention off the thought of her current condition.

"Vee, go get cleaned up, okay? Clear your head -- call it a night."

Delta looked to raise a complaint about the 'calling it a night' comment, but Blaze had done this song and dance too many times before.

"I mean it Vee. Please?"

What choice did she have? And the way he asked her to do it, his voice full of that gruff geniality... he was well within his rights to toss her out on an ear, deny her whatever he wished, yet he went and said please. Delta figured she didn't have much choice either way, request or not. She didn't like it, but it was better than the alternative. Still, she couldn't help but feel a knot in her stomach as she nodded in agreement with the bartender. They pity me, she thought, and that idea above all others… sickened her.

"Yeah, sure Blaze. Whatever."

He gave a single nod of his head and came back to a stand so that he could turn his attention to his confused and recovering waitress. Delta watched the two for a moment longer before turning her attention back to the surrounding patrons one last time, feeling their pity, their disapproving stares… to hell with them – to hell with this whole night!

She did decide to get cleaned up first, as much as she wanted to be out of the bar and away from those judging stares; she felt so dirty. Soiled. Used.

Delta found her way back to the bathroom and was soon in front of a mirror, looking at her own tired eyes in the reflection - now no longer burning with anger so much as simmering - as she turned on the water spigot of the sink in front of her. She made a quick effort to clean off her face first and foremost, wanting the smell of the stallion's cum away from her nostrils yesterday; the smell of it was enough to bring the image of the nameless stallion's cock back into her mind. She could still feel it in her mouth, throbbing… or, perhaps that was simply the lingering traces of her own stubborn arousal that still, even after everything that happened, ached with a dull, lingering heat.

Why did it have to be such a chore just to get a dick in her? All she wanted was a good time: a few stiff drinks and a cute little stud to buck back at the trailer. Why did stallions all have to be so unreliable? So stupid?

Finished with her face, Delta moved on to the rest of her fur and scrubbed it thoroughly with a hoof lathered in soap from a nearby dispenser. The scrubbing seemed to go on forever as she kept finding more and more streaks of partially dried semen crusting in her fur; seeing the vile liquid on her body left her feeling so disgusted that her scrubbing hoof began to rub her skin raw as she desperately tried to cleanse herself of every last trace of the stallion's unwanted presence.

Damnit, why won't the smell come off! she thought as her hoof scrubbed ever more vigorously. Wasn't it bad enough to be cheated by that damn stallion without having to be soaked in his smell too? Even now Delta couldn't figure what his damn problem was. If he thought she was 'too old' then why bother at all? She just couldn't wrap her head around it... perhaps didn't want to wrap her head around it.

Sure, she was middle aged, but it was equally true that she routinely had young stallions anxiously lining up, cocks at the ready, desperate for a go at her marehood. She knew she should just push the little stallion creep out of her mind and go back out to face the world as strong as she knew she was. She had better things to do with her time than worry about the inane and nonsensical ramblings of one stallion! How could any stallion or mare deny her brilliance? Her sex appeal?

She was attractive. She was smart! She was Delta Fuckin' Vee!

Right?

Yet Delta couldn't shake the feeling that continued to work its way up from the core of her stomach, gripping her throat tight as she swallowed hard. With a sudden sense of reluctance and dread, she found her attention drawn back to the mirror to gaze at the mare there.

It was the eyes, she noticed. She looked so tired. A thousand days in the desert, living amongst her garbage and the scraps of her unfulfilled dreams. Surrounded by filth, living like filth, looking and smelling like filth. But most of all, what Delta saw when she looked into the mirror, was the thing she didn't want to accept. Whether or not the words of the stallion were true, all her assertions and convictions, her feelings… when she summed them all up and totaled them together, she was left with one simple fact: In that moment, standing in front of the mirror of The Black Horse bar and searching deeply into her own eyes, she couldn't ignore the undeniable truth of it all. Right at that moment…

She felt old.

In an instant, Delta's facade of pride and dignity shattered and she watched with growing horror as the face of the old mare in the mirror twisted into a grimace of pain and hurt.

Tears streamed down the mare’s face, and Delta found she felt sorry for her.

From the trailer of Delta Vee's junkyard you could just barely make out the small blue dot on the horizon as it approached. It traveled at a fairly steady pace, weaving side to side in a hazardous and unpredictable flight path toward the small compound. When it finally got close enough, the unmistakable shape of a pegasus mare could be seen now banking hard and making a swift descent toward the littered ground of the junkyard below. It approached quickly, its shape soon taking on the unmistakable features of Delta Vee herself who now plummeted toward her home very fast; too fast.

Delta barely had time to pitch herself upward so that her wings could generate the needed drag to slow her fall. She furiously fluttered her wings against her vector and madly flailed all four of her hooves as she saw the ground 'rising' toward her at an alarming rate. The sight of it made her eyes go wide as she began to make out some of the fine details of the ground below her: a veritable landfield of sharp debris and blunt objects spanned out in every direction, all equally undesirable landing sites. Delta had about enough time to inwardly curse at herself for leaving the grounds of her home in such a messy and hazardous state when she finally impacted with the ground – having thankfully avoided any particularly dangerous debris in the process.

"Augh! Bucking hell!" Delta cursed as her hooves caught into the dirt and began skidding forward, a trail of dust and debris rising in her wake. Her hooves felt hot from the friction as she finally came to a stop a full twenty feet from her landing spot, nestled in-between two large pieces of towering rocket refuse. She looked over her shoulder back toward where she had just landed and realized that if she had angled her descent wrong for just a moment she would've impacted one of the hulks at high speed; possibly could have died from it. She blinked, her mind sobering for just a moment as she considered the gravity of that thought.

"Buck YEAH!" she shouted suddenly, sauntering toward one of the hulks she'd landed between and gave it a hip-check as she went on chuckling at her own reckless stupidity. "Woooo!"

That was close, she thought to herself, shaking her head in amusement as her chuckling slowly died out. She regarded the old, rusty machinery in front of her for a moment. It was a part of the atlas series of rocket fuselages and had been slowly accumulating rust for about as long as the junkyard had been open. One of these days we'll get you fixed up, she thought, her mind buzzing warmly. You've just been out here all this time, slowly aging in the desert huh? You old rusty bitch!

Delta felt slightly uneven on her hooves as she went on examining the rocket body in greater detail, her eyes drawn to a spot of shine underneath the thin layer of oxidation which hinted at the sturdier steel that still resided underneath. She nodded to herself, satisfied at the sight of that gleaming metal.

"See!" she asserted, reaching a hoof out to touch the rocket gingerly. "Still as strong as ever." Delta slowly stepped away from the rocket and gave it a salute with her hoof as her lips curled into a goofy smile.

One of these days, she'd fix it. Eventually…

Putting further musing of work aside, Delta thought she might slip into her trailer and hunt around for a little more of what she'd had at the bar earlier. She was thankful to Blaze for permitting her one final, tall shot of the good stuff before she'd departed. He was a gentlecolt, that Blaze; endlessly generous when he didn't need to be. Though she still felt a slight burn in her guts when she recalled the way he held her back from chasing after the little worm that had done so much to ruin her night.

"Little shit," Delta said as she turned to face her trailer and began cantering toward it, weaving around bits of junk as she went. Just the thought of the stallion's face was sufficient to make her stomach turn. Being turned down had hurt more than she wanted to admit, but what made it worse was how badly she wanted to bring him home. She had already worked herself up into quite a state of arousal before even leaving home earlier in the evening. In fact, she had been feeling horny all day and assumed she'd finally started her heat, though that wound up not being the case. It left her somewhat perplexed, but she tried to make the best of it. Now she was left just as hot and bothered as before, insulted, upset and not nearly as drunk as she'd like to be.

Well, we can fix that, Delta thought, her spirits slowly lifting as she approached her trailer door. It might not be quite what she had planned, but she was sure with some help from little miss December and a nice, long ride on her biggest toy she…

Delta's train of thought came to a shuddering halt as she noticed the key to her trailer door was sticking out of the lock.

"The fuck?" she said, her voice barely a whisper as her fur began to bristle and a powerful surge of adrenaline shot into her weary body. Had someone broken in? Delta's ear perked at a sudden sound she'd only just now become aware of: music was coming from inside the trailer. The unmistakable sound of Smooth Sax's 'Moonlight' album, track three, was playing. Delta reckoned if there was an intruder in her home they at least had good taste in jazz, though that did little to dispel the sudden fear that gripped her.

Slowly, carefully, Delta pressed her ear up against the door and listened for more sounds from inside: she could hear the grinding of her space heater's reluctant ventilation. It confirmed her suspicion that someone must be inside her home, though the aggressive sputtering of the heater made it all but impossible to hear anything but the plaintiff whines of the fourteen year old heating unit. She couldn't detect the sound of hoofsteps or any kind of clanging or clashing that might indicate somepony rummaging through her stuff.

What the hay? Are they just hanging out in there or what?! Delta wondered. She entertained the idea, briefly, that it could be someone she knew inside, but she couldn't imagine who it would be at this hour. As she began to gather her thoughts, her earlier fear started to subside somewhat as she considered her options before going to confront… whomever it was. A quick glance was given up and down the length of her trailer; she figured a quick peek in from one of the windows might give her a look at the little squatter that had the audacity to kick up their hooves in her trailer.

Delta made her way surreptitiously along the side of the trailer toward the window of her room, her movements exaggeratedly slow in her effort to remain stealthy. Once she was underneath the window she stopped and once again pressed her ear against the side of the trailer, listening. It was hard to be certain, but Delta was sure she could hear something inside: a soft noise, barely audible, and perhaps a hint of breathing. Definitely breathing, she was almost sure of that much at least. She also thought she could hear muttering, though the sound of Smooth Sax's musical stylings made it hard to be as certain as she'd like about any of it.

Damnit!

She knew there was no way to know who was inside unless she actually looked in through the window, though there was still a part of her that was fearful of what she might see. What would she do if the pony inside saw her looking through the window? What if they tried to give chase to her? A flurry of contingency plans went through her mind at how she might handle the pony inside. Delta groaned inwardly, knowing there was really nothing left to do but actually peek through the window. She could likely sit in the dirt outside of her own home and fret over the countless possibilities until she froze to death.

Buck that! she thought angrily. She'd be damned if she sat outside her own damn trailer, freezing, while some jerk off inside enjoyed the warmth and comforts of her room! Delta took a few deep breaths and psyched herself up before fluttering up to the window to confront whatever waited inside. Then, with a renewed determination sweeping through her, she leapt up into the air and flapped her wings to stay aloft as she looked into her own room, prepared for whatever waited beyond…

Well, prepared for anything except what she actually saw.

What the HELL!? Delta screeched internally. She dropped back to the ground and stammered backward until her hoof caught a rock in the dirt and sent her tumbling to the ground with a painful thud. Stunned and dumbfounded, Delta sat silently, eyes staring blankly forward as she mentally processed what she had just seen.

Apogee was upright on her bed with her small, taunt wings flaring out as she grinded aggressively against one of her larger toys. As shocked as Delta had been to see her own daughter in such a blatantly sexual way, what surprised her most was how the the small teen was admitting one of her largest toys into her small, lithe form. Delta was incredulous at the idea that her daughter was ready for something so… large.

More than the size of the toy, though, the look on Apogee's face is what would remain burned into Delta's retina for weeks to come: Apogee's sweet, youthful features were twisted into a look of absolute desperation and need, her eyes squeezed tightly together as her tongue was lolling cutely out of the corner of her mouth.

It took several seconds for Delta's mind to finish deliberating over the details, but the overriding question which rose to the surface of her thoughts was how and why her daughter was in her room in the first place. Had she forgotten that Apogee was meant to be dropped off tonight? No, she was certain Jet hadn't said anything of the sort. She would have remembered such a thing; likely would have been grousing (rightfully so) about it all evening if that was the case. But why? Why now of all times?! What reason could she possibly have for being in her trailer at nine at night, riding on a silicone horsedick? One of her silicone horsedicks!

Delta took a deep breath, rubbed her forehead, and tried to calm herself. It wasn't the end of the world, she reasoned. Perhaps the ditzy teen had been dropped off on short notice; that would just be her luck after all. Why such a huge sex toy though? It seemed a departure from what Delta had noticed of her daughters habits over the years. She had found it endlessly amusing to find some of her vibrators conspicuously clean—a task which Delta often neglected to perform herself—which made it all the more obvious that the young filly was making use of her toys. That wasn't to say she minded Apogee having a little fun with them, though, she couldn't recall ever finding one of her larger toys miraculously clean. It seemed like a rather sudden change in her daughter's behavior, but Delta realized it was a sign that her filly was quickly becoming a mare: she'd already had her first heat after all. She was growing up.

Hay, I can remember being horny all the time at that age, Delta thought. Turns out some things never change as here she was, thirty years later, just as horny as ever. She knew that Apogee was really not all that different; she was a young mare now, and Delta could at least sympathize with what that was like. That said, it didn't make her feel any less annoyed about being stuck outside with her wingtips slowly turning to ice. Still, as frustrating as it might be, it'd just be that much more of a headache to interrupt the filly and start an argument, right?

Sighing with a degree of resignation, Delta came to the conclusion that she should just leave the filly alone for now and let her finish while she sat outside and waited. How long could Apogee really take to finish anyway? Not that long, surely. However, as Delta stared between her legs and thought about it some more, she began to doubt that observation more and more.

Didn't she herself often take hours to feel completely satisfied some nights? What if Apogee was the same? That was a thought she hadn't even considered. Delta couldn't really be sure, she had never really talked to the filly about such things before. It wasn't that she was too ashamed or embarrassed to talk about sex or anything; to the contrary, Delta thought she was pretty open about such things. Perhaps a little too open at times. If that was the case, why was it so different with Apogee?

Delta let out a wistful sigh and gave a frustrated kick at the dirt between her legs with a forehoof. As she watched the debris falling back to the ground she heard a little voice in her head answer the question: Because she's your daughter, and you don't know how to deal with her. Delta winced. The little voice was right – as usual.

Realizing she was quickly getting nowhere in figuring out the situation with Apogee, Delta decided to let her still-buzzed mind wander toward some other topic. Unsurprisingly, the earlier events of the night quickly came rushing in to fill the void of her thoughts, seemingly eager to drag her down ever further into melancholy. It was the face of the little stallion punk that appeared in her mind's eye first. She could still clearly imagine his smug little grin of pleasure when she'd finished servicing him. It was a good thing she'd managed to wash the smell of him off herself, otherwise she might have gone mad by now. The mere memory of his smell sent a wave of revulsion through her body.

What did he know anyway, huh? Little prick. I can still pick up anypony at the bar that I want! He's just lucky that Blaze stopped me from pounding him into the dirt…

With only that brief thought Delta noticed her heart rate had climbed significantly and a slight burning could be felt in her hooftips as a slow anger began to simmer inside her. She forced herself to think of anything else, though without direction or intent, her mind seemed content to keep recalling all her earlier frustrations. What the hay caused all this stupid shit in the first place? she wondered angrily.

Oh, right, the endless arousal...

Delta could feel her anger rising ever further as she pictured her turbulent morning. Waking up in a stew of your own lubricant was rarely the signal to the start of a good day. She'd rolled over and grudgingly hoofed herself off—still laying in her own damp sheets and wetting her fur as she did so—and figured that would be enough to get her day going. Turned out that was just the start of her suffering.

Covered in her own liquids, groggy and painfully enduring a hangover, Delta had decided to take a quick shower to get her damp, matted fur clean. The crisp, cool feeling of the shower had felt pretty nice, but after a few minutes she noticed herself throbbing down between her thighs. She could still recall her sense of confusion at that as she wondered if her delayed heat had finally started. Before she could deal with that question further she felt overwhelmed with the need to have another quickie in the shower.

Feeling a bit helpless against her own arousal, she set the aftermarket shower head to its much advertised and flaunted 'pulse' setting and aligned the head to just the right spot with a practiced touch. She turned around, leaned forward and gasped as the painfully wonderful sensation of the water hitting her sensitive flesh could be felt: the pulsing was excellent even in spite of the lackluster water pressure in her trailer. She could still vividly recall how quickly her pleasure had built, sending her mind into a dizzying lust. She had braced her hooves against the wall and prepared herself for what was sure to be an orgasm she wouldn't soon forget, except…

"Un-bucking-believable," Delta muttered aloud, forcing her mind to halt her recollection a moment. Once again she scuffed the dirt in front of her angrily. "Stupid water heater."

Whatever intense arousal she had built in the shower quickly dissipated when the hot water suddenly failed, causing an ice-cold jet to powerfully pulse against her burning nethers which had been only seconds away from release. She flailed about madly with her hooves for several seconds before she managed to turn the water off, leaving herself still throbbing with need and shivering from the sudden, biting cold. Worse yet, she became aware that one of the pipe joints had sprung a small leak and was sending a tiny jet of water against the roof of the bathroom.

Delta had resolved to fix all these issues, though in her rapidly escalating frustration she decided to put it off in favor of grabbing breakfast. When she got into the kitchen and rummaged around, the fact she had run out of Boop O' Roops or any other food barely got more than a grunt of annoyance from her; it was a trifle compared to everything else she had been through up to that point.

A trip to the store and the usual tribulations of dealing with cheerful ponies finally got her some food which she brought home. By the time she had finished breakfast it was well past time to actually do some real work around the junkyard. She had managed a few hours of actual productivity in taking inventory when once again, around five in the afternoon, she felt that nagging heat between her legs demanding satisfaction. This all came even after taking a little Moon Tea—just in case her heat had indeed started—so she was all the more annoyed when she still felt so horny in spite of her foul mood.

That had been the moment when Delta decided to pull out all the stops. She was determined to squelch her arousal once and for all and, by six in the evening, she was once more laying on her bedsheets. Set all around her was an array of sex toys and her favorite playcolt magazines and, so armed, she made use of every tool at her disposal to satisfy her wanting marehood.

It hadn't worked.

All she had really managed to do was make an ungodly mess of her bed and in the end she still couldn't quell her need. That was when she had made up her mind to go find somepony for the evening. Stallion, mare, it didn't matter! Anything would have been better than suffering another minute under the oppressive weight of her libido. So, naturally, she had hit the bars. It was really only chance that she had bumped into that terrible shithead 'Blitz' who, at the time, seemed like a reasonably good find.

In hindsight, Delta realized his cocky, self-serving attitude should probably have been a warning indicator. She hadn't really taken much notice of it at the time, but now it all seemed crystal clear. Even she had standards, and the stallion's attitude would normally have landed him in the 'no fly zone'; sadly, her insatiable neediness had clouded her better judgement and, well… here she was.

This. Fucking. Sucks, Delta concluded. Mouldering in her thoughts had done very little to help bring her irritation under control. She glanced back up at her trailer and into the window of her room. Apogee couldn't be seen from this low angle, but Delta could clearly imagine the filly in there, bouncing up and down on her toys and having a good time. Surely it would be unfair to be envious of the enjoyment her daughter was no doubt having, but Delta couldn't seem to stop herself from feeling that way as her simmering anger quickly began to rise back toward a boil.

I should be in there right now, she thought bitterly. Don't I deserve at least that much? To be able to enjoy my own fucking dildo in my own damn house so I can get rid of this… fucking... agony!?

Delta could feel her body trembling once again, mostly out of anger, but also from the chill that was quickly working its way further into her bones. She wanted her heater… her bed… she wanted to feel good again, to enjoy the comfort of her home and her room!

It took every ounce of the mare's effort to keep from bolting up and slamming through the trailer door at that very moment. She frantically looked around herself, searching for some answer to her plight, when it finally struck her what she needed right at that moment more than anything in the entire world.

With a shaky hoof, Delta reached down to her shirt pocket and fished out her pack of cigarettes. She could hardly imagine a moment in her life when she needed a cigarette more than at that moment. She could practically taste the tar on her lips as she fumbled about with the lid of the pack with her trembling hoof. Every aching inch of her body was now crying for the nicotine contained inside, and soon she would have it; she might have been defeated at every turn before now, but at least she could have this one thing. Finally, Delta got the top of the pack flipped open and peered inside…

It was empty.

Raw pain, hurt, and fury tore through Delta Vee's tired and cold body. Like a tempest, wild and untamed, she flew to her trailer door in the blink of an eye, grabbed the doorknob, and threw open the door to her home. Her voice boomed throughout every inch of the tiny trailer as she lost herself completely to the moment.

"APOGEEEEEEE!"

Author's Note

Luck for me I'd already written about half of this chapter before I even submitted chapter 1 so it wasn't as bad to get this one out.

I know this chapter kind of takes a dump on Delta Vee, but that only means things can improve from here on out, right? One thing that I maybe didn't portray as well as I could have is how some of her misfortune is often a result of her own actions. Most of what happens to Delta here is due to the random wiles of fate.

There will be more going on in that regard later I think.

Anyways I had a lot of fun playing around with Delta's PoV so I hope everyone thinks I did a good job with that. Feel free to let me know in comments either way.

Next chapter is going to get... interesting.
Can't wait to start writing it.

Lastly, want to once again thank P-Berry, Clopficsinthecomments, and also Pahn for doing proofing and editing work on this.

Thanks for reading.