The Manehattan Project

Soarin left Callous' room and sighed heavily. "Three down. Three to go." He then continued down the hall to the next room and knocked.

"Come in," came a familiar voice.

Opening the door, he stepped in and saw Fable kneeling on her bed with a timberwolf on either side of the room. "Oh, it's you," the stallion said with a forced smile as he entered and closed the door. "The one with the wolves."

"Don't mind them," Fable assured him. "They won't attack unless I say so."

"I see," Soarin muttered as he approached the bed.

Fable slid off the bed and turned her back to the stallion. "I want something a little extra," she said as she looked over her shoulder.

"Extra?" Soarin asked, stepping up to her. "Like what?"

"I want it in the ass before you dump your load in my pussy," Fable said plainly as she bent over and stuck out her butt.

Soarin stared at the round, fit butt pointed at his crotch. "Um... You want me to go ass... then vag?"

Fable sighed in annoyance. "If you're gonna be a pussy about it, I'll clean your cock before you cum. Okay?"

The stallion shrugged and gripped his rod. "Fine by me," he muttered, before pushing in with a grunt.

Fable gripped the bed sheets and let out a grunt of her own each time the stallion pushed in. Soarin could feel the mare’s muscles clamp down and squeeze his shaft each time he went in, which made it even tighter when he pulled back. Soarin started to pick up speed, which caused his nuts to slap the mare’s butt.

“Holy shit,” he moaned.

Fable chuckled and looked over her shoulder at him. “You like it, stud? Nice and tight?”

Soarin nodded and kept up the pace.

Manehattan Police Station

Vapor made it back to the police station and looked around. When Thunderlane at the front desk saw her, he quickly stood up. "What the hell happened?" He asked, frantically. "What's going on out there?"

"We were set up," Vapor explained as she headed over to him. "Everyone that was sent is dead. Midnight included."

The stallion dropped down into his chair. "Shit." He shook his head and sighed. "Where's Soarin?"

"Doing an errand for Eris," the mare answered. "Is there anyone else?"

The cop nodded. "Some. Scattered about the city. They were all on patrol as normal, but..."

"They're in hiding?" Vapor asked.

"They're waiting," Thunderlane corrected. "For orders."

"Well, who's in charge now?" Vapor asked.

"Well, Chief Masquerade went with Midnight Strike," the cop replied. "No one's in charge right now."

"How could we let it get this far?" Vapor asked. "We're supposed to be protecting this city. Instead, we sent everyone into a bomb."

"This is definitely the worst shape I've ever seen this city in," the cop said as he stood up. "Any ideas?"

Vapor thought for a moment before nodding. "When Soarin gets back, we're going after Dusk."

"How the hell are you going to find her in this city?" Thunderlane asked.

Vapor smiled. "Eris. And, I don't think she'll let us down this time."

Original Six's Tower

Fable was now riding the stallion’s cock like she was on a wild horse. When she felt the stallion cum, she slammed her hips down with a chuckle. “Mmm… That’s it… Fill me up…”

Soarin sighed heavily as he was finally allowed to cum. “Oh, fuck,” he grunted.

Fable looked down, her curly, shoulder-length sandy-brown hair a mess and stuck to her sweaty skin. “Heh… That’s quite a lot,” she cooed in her creepily light voice. “How do you still have so much after already cumming three other times?”

Soarin shrugged. “I dunno. I’ve just… always had a lot.”

“Make sure you have enough for Arcane,” Fable warned. “Next door is Rebel’s room. Might wanna get a move on.” She then un-straddled Soarin’s lap and allowed the stallion to get up. “Feel free to come back,” Fable whispered sexily after him.

Soarin looked back but didn’t stop. He just gave her a forced smile and left to go see Rebel. As he walked to the next room, he rubbed his cock to try and simulate it early. When he got to the next door, it opened before he could knock.

“Took you long enough,” Rebel sighed, pulling him in and closing the door.

Dusk Flight's Backup Hideout

"Cops are broken," Fray said with a smile as she put her phone away.

Dusk eyed her with a smirk. "Of course they are." She then returned her attention to the door in front of her. "She's in there?"

Fray nodded. "Just as you asked."

"Good," the blue mare cooed, crossing her arms. "I think we'll let her sit and stew for a bit longer before we say hi."

Fray tilted her head in confusion. "Why torture her?" She asked. "Isn't she with us?"

Dusk Flight chuckled and turned from the door, heading down the hall. "We'll see. Now, let's use the city's confusionto our advantage and set things in motion. We aren't in control just yet."

Original Six's Tower

Soarin took a deep breath and entered the final room. Sitting on the edge of the bed was Rune, her legs crossed and naked body on display. Her toes spread and wiggled when the stallion entered.

“Oh, goody,” Rune cooed deviously. “My turn at last.”

Soarin hesitated before closing the door and walking over to her. “Hey,” he greeted with a wave. “Didn’t think we’d be doing this… especially after I shot at you.”

“Fate can be a funny thing,” Rune said as she uncrossed her legs, her rod dangling between her legs.

Soarin stared at the mare meat before looking at the mare. She was simply smiling at him. He knew what she wanted. Stepping closer, he got to his knees in front of the pole. He bit his lip before leaning in and giving Rune’s rod a kiss.

“That cock has killed everyone it’s fucked,” Arcane hummed. “All except for my girls. So, treat it well and you might come out unscathed.”

Soarin lifted the meat with both hands before wrapping his lips around the tip. Swallowing a few times, he moved further and further onto the rod. Arcane sighed happily and placed a hand on the back of his head. When Soarin began to move his mouth back and forth, he also finished the balls with his left hand.

“You sure know how to please a dick,” Arcane cooed. “Ever done this before?” Soarin shook his head before resuming. “I don’t believe that.”

Dusk Flight's Backup Hideout

Shrill and Trill stood on the rooftop, staring out at the city as the sounds of sirens filled the night air. "She sure knows how to send a message," Trill sighed.

"That she does, my dear Shrill," the purple mare cooed. "And, if what she says is true..."

"If what she says is true, then we'll have way more on our plate than before," the orange unicorn interrupted.

Shrill put an arm around her sister with a smile. "Having second thoughts?"

"No," Trill replied plainly. "Although, I wouldn't be against the idea of a double-cross."

"A backstabbing?" Shrill asked, clapping her hands together. "How wonderful. We could probably run things better than her, anyway."

"There's no denying she's formidable," Trill pointed out. "If we kill her, others will try for her position."

The purple mare chuckled and pinched her sister's cheek. "Then, we'll kill them, too," she cooed.

The orange unicorn gently knocked her sister's hand way. "Yes, we will. But, that would mean getting our hands dirty."

Shrill put an arm around the orange mare. "Don't worry. We'll think of something. We always do."

Trill nodded with a light smile, pushing her glasses up on her nose. "That we do, sister. That we do."

Original Six's Tower

Arcane led Soarin out of her room before turning to place her hand on his chest, stopping him in place. "Next time we meet, you better be under orders of Eris. Because, I am still royally pissed at you. Even if you are a good lay." She then turned and continued towards the stairs.

"What about my crystal?" Soarin asked, making the mare stop at the top of the stairs. "And, the hair Eris asked for."

Arcane eyed him before heading down the stairs. "Come."

Letting out a deep sigh, Soarin ran after her. At the bottom of the stairs, he found himself back by the front door. All the other five psychos were there, waiting for him. Arcane walked up to Rebel and held out her hand. The midnight blue mare dropped Soarin's crystal into the unicorn's hand. Arcane then went over to Soarin and stared at him.

"Grim," Arcane said plainly as the magenta mare walked up to Soarin and handed him his clothes. The unicorn then watched and waited as the stallion got dressed. Once her was, she held out her hand with the crystal in it.

Soarin eyed her and cautiously took back his way home. "And, the..." He was cut off when Arcane swirled her finger in the air, a single lock of hair from each mare leaving their head and gathering in front of her. She took the strands and held them out. "Ah," the stallion said, taking the hair. "Thanks."

Arcane then crossed her arms. "Better get a move on, stud. You don't want to make Eris wait too long, do you?"

"Right," Soarin muttered, backing away from the mares before turning and heading out the door. "That was easier than expected," he muttered to himself as he left.

Arcane waited for him to leave before looking at Vanity. "Were you able to make a copy?"

Vanity nodded. "Of course."

Arcane smiled and headed back up the stairs. "I want to see. Everything needs to be perfect for the plan to work."