Corrupted Entry 020 - 53N53 4ND 5T4BL1TY

I would be reviled more if I were not to apologize for the sadness that my decision will cause. I have stepped down from my office because I have found myself struggling to summon the daylight within myself. It is not gone completely, nor do I believe it is gone forever. However, after the losses of innocent and inoffensive lives at Littlehorn, including that of my own family, I- I am sorry. I do not believe I could rightfully hold my position as Princess without emotional compromise.

~From The Last Great Speech of Princess Celestia

Entry 020 - Sense and Stability [WARNING - CORRUPTED]

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Innocence, encapsulated in the form of a small but licit mare, with eyes the brightest green I’d ever seen.

Her innocence was her most attractive attribute to this battle-worn moth, whose wings were torn and tattered from so many mistakes chasing the wrong lights. How quickly I could have just stared at her, admired the beauty few saw in such a restless, occasionally raucous goof. Yet, right then, I believed the worst thing I could have done was ogled her lecherously.

Molasses sat on the edge of the pewter bath, watching me with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. Her nerves had gotten the better of her as soon as we entered the bathroom itself. She’d slipped into that spot as we were shown in by an attendant, and told where we could find everything we needed, then to call if we required anything else. I couldn’t help myself, I had to check that they didn’t mind us being in the same room (I didn’t reveal our intentions) and after an odd expression, they carefully advised that multiple bathers were permitted, so long as they understood that they all paid the same fee. This room was ours, we would not be interrupted for the time that we spent in it, and that suited me just fine.

Although I gave our temporary den a cursory glance once the door shut, I do not recall a lot about the room. The pewter basin had been finished with a burnt-sienna tiled wall and was slightly sunken into the floor to provide easy access. It had already been filled with sweet perfume-scented, bubbly and steaming water by one of the stewards at the bathhouse. There were candles, towels, soaps at an easy reach. The rest of the room was the kind of soil color that Molasses could blend into easily. If I didn’t know better, I’d have said somepony took the color-scheme straight from my mare.

The rest of my attention became endeavored to the sweetheart, whose gaze held me wherever I went. I took a circuit of the room, and her head pivoted nearly the whole way until her neck refused to let her defy bones and muscle by doing a full circle. She spun her head around and watched me from the other shoulder instead, which lifted when she sucked a breath through her nose and held it.

It was such a small expression of the emotion inside her, yet seeing it, I was quickly granted a world of understanding into what she was feeling. She had been assertive when she led me here. Now that self-assurance had slipped off of its axis and was letting her equilibrium falter. This was her first time with anyone, not just a fellow girlfriend. I had to tread softly.

In my most recent past, my love-making initiation had been to leap to action, regardless of virginity and fragility. Pinned the partner, taking what I want, given enough to satisfy in return. This flower, who’d chosen to bring me here of her own volition, did not deserve to have her petals plucked from her in such a manner. That was how my intentions started, anyhow.

“Breathe, love,” She released the wind trapped in her chest in a way I’d expect of a pony who’d forgotten how to respire. Once, I’d have groaned at such foalish manners, now I found them endearing. Her airways found their usual pattern once more, her breast rising and falling in her Stable clothing. That was problem number one. Her clothes.

“Can I…?” I reached for the button of her collar. A tremble, overridden by a nod. A very cautious claw rose, slipped under the blue fabric and tweaked it, opening up the hidden space where her throat wobbled. In I leaned, clicking an affectionate peck on her short brown fuzz, eliciting a whicker from her. The zip was collected next, rolled down her front at delicate leisure, following it down while admiring the brown and cream fur that appeared. Yes, the cocoa coat swept lightly into a milky fluff as I revealed more and more of my filly’s concealed anatomy.

“Oh, now that’s cute…” I chuckled, running talons through the alternate pale fluff once the suit was fully peeled open. Her cheeks flooded with the stain of dark wine, one leg rubbing meekly on the other.

“I g-got it from my Momma,” she murmured, smiling aloof. The suit slipped over her head and along her hooves but snagged on the infernal piece of technology latched to her leg. Problem number two.

“Ah bawsacks,” I grunted, “I hate trying to get around these things, last time, I-” Click. All Molasses had to do was press a button. Staring, I felt a rise of mild shame and frustration as she unclipped the PipBuck from her leg and placed it to one side, before eradicating her jacket and setting it down neatly beside it, keeping only her bandages on. Her sight returned to me and she at once fell into a dither at my annoyance.

“You d-don’t like what you see, do you? I-I’m too fat, too-too… geeky-”

“What? Och, no!” I urged, changing my tact instantly, “Mole, you’re the most …. I’m nay good at this stuff…” my brain took a moment to find the words for the naked mouse in my presence, “if there’s a mare out there more special to me than ye, I dinnae wantae ken her.” If Mole was blushing before, she was practically a radish now.

“B-But, then, why did you look all grumpy?”

“Because I didn’t know we could take these bucking things off!” My outcry had her tittering “swear!” behind a hoof as I flopped beside her, my talon trying to find the eject button on the attached portable terminal. Distracted by my new challenge, I didn’t catch her watching me dotingly until I felt her runty weight settle on me. I lowered my leg out of my eyes, which must have been glowing like that last sunny dawn a hundred years ago, on the alluring sight over me.

“Let me, Captain,” Molasses Candy was in a state of gentle flux. I could see, and feel, that part of her wanted to be sexy, ambitious, flirtatious. Yet another part of her, and the part I felt was the true her, wanted to please me and was scared that she, in her naiveness, wasn’t doing it right. I had to convince her that as fun as it was having a headstrong Mole, I had fallen in love with awkward, daft, real Mole, hadn’t I?

The FunBuck cracked off and was levitated away. I moved my claw to my jumpsuit, and it bumped the nose that blocked it.

“I’ve gotta have an edge,” she coquettishly crooned, “use everything I’ve got, even my mouth, right, Captain?” Her teeth made short work of the buckle on my collar and found the zipper with ease after that. Her eyes looked up, locked, and down the fastener went to free my feathers and fur once more.

“C-Clever girl,” I whispered breezily as I watched her seductive gaze keep with mine, with the only harmless radioactive holes I had ever known. The zipper ran the length of my chest and stomach, no peculiar plumage or contrasting fur to set apart from my constant azure pigmentation. I watched the blue on blue spread open, the young horse acting carefully with her hooves as she encouraged my spread wings to seal themselves a moment so she could take off the ensemble. With it laid as considerately over her uniform, she hovered in a place that had me feeling the air dance over my gut, her lip chewed once more. I knew from that expression, she was in the perfect place to decline for a peek at the area she’d consider being my most private, and yet her manners, her ailed mettle, and her chastity were getting the better of her. She looked for an excuse, she found one, and she pounced on it.

“Oh! Your bandana! I have to-oof!” It was her turn to collide with me, my gentle right forefoot pressed to her forehead, her bony pillar between my talons. The fluttering eyelashes tickled the sole as she gave a shocked whinny.

“No, no,” I ordered. When the resistance ceased, I moved the claw away. Her eyes looked hurt and confused as she pointed to the ruby fabric around my head.

“It’ll get wet,” she suggested pathetically, her horn lighting to supernaturally remove it. In retaliation, I grasped her horn and pushed her back down.

There were other ways to convince her that I wanted, needed, to keep my crimson bandana on, such as explaining its importance to me or holding it down until she accepted defeat. Perhaps I decided that this mechanism she was using to play for time as her hooves grew colder on the chilly tiles needed to be nipped in the bud quicker than I’d previously believed. Either way, when my careful but insistent force on her skull stopped, she had nowhere else to look but between my fuzzy, cobalt thighs.

Her eyes became perfect, full disks. She was staring into the garden of another lady, a first for her by my reckoning and her expression. I had a modest griff-hood, kept it tight and tidy for any interested visitors who came a-knocking. That attention to my velvet pocket might have been lost on the mare, but the vision of it was not. I could almost see the reflection of the thin pink line in her eyes. If my mouse had whiskers, they would be twitching.

She sniffed. I witnessed the action before I smelled the scent myself. I was diffusing an aroma as spicy as cinnamon, as inviting as the Stable patisserie in the morning and as tempting as the first fumes of a well-aged scotch. For a filly who had only let confectionary’s smells touch her nose before today, it was intoxicating.

Struggling with my louder, more demonic side who was in a fisticuffs match with the angel on Mole’s side, I reached out to pet her ear gently, letting her see the love in my eyes. I knew, despite her timid demeanor, that she shared that with me, I could feel it from the slight wrinkle around her gaze, the modest parting of lips revealing the pearl tips of her top teeth.

“I’m needing a decision from you, Moley,” I explained importantly, trying to relax my tightening ribs, “you’re either going to need to grow a pair quickly and stick your hooter-“ I tapped her nose, “-down there, or- o-o-o-ooh…” I had a second option, but I forgot it in a split-second. It wasn’t necessary. She took the option number one.

Her nose felt like the shy, inquisitive snout of a tiny rodent as it barely hit my skin. She went straight for the target and only stopped a hair away from my organically moisturized cleft. Her cheek rubbing on my inner leg reminded me of Winnie, the eager to be loved pup that belonged to our family before mother scared her it away.

The closeness of my quads made her feel closed in, I guessed as she pressed her hooves to both and helped spread them as far as they could go. Her tongue, perfectly pink and wet, slipped out over her parted lips. She declined, her eyes lowering like a pair of falling leaves, dropping together harmoniously.

“W-We haven’t-haven’t kissed,” she informed me, rising again, the mouth muscle still in its prime location, “aren’t you supposed to- squee~mff!” The devil’s side won, and I pushed Mole’s head the rest of the way.

Splat. Flat, soggy tastebuds touched my stretched, drenched outer membrane. The reaction was instantaneous, I was sent on my way into the cloudy heavens of a summer’s day with her floating beneath me, all thoughts of cold tiles and fearful ponies forgotten. Our tails mutually swirled and swished with no intentions or directions in mind. A gentle rub of her tangling long mane. a soft, assertive squeeze.

“Just try one wee li-ahh, yes, that’s it…” Swish. Slurp. Slurp. Swish.

That first cat-like lap at my bowl of cream was short but perfectly pleasurable. I felt the ripples on my joyful pool turn to swirls and swells as she tested and tasted me. My hips lifted, my body encouraged, and she took the bait. She might have been nervous, but she was-

“Ah-s-stoatin’! Yer a-amazing… bairn-“ I released her head, using my claws to spread open my lubricated purse, showing Molasses the red and saturated innards. The wriggling, babbling worm was a part of me in no time at all, speaking wonderfully to my akimbo form. She was learning fast, her twirling and twisting strokes to slurp every drip from me finding ways to cause my heart to throb and my head to dizzy.

“Nnf.” Exhale. Deeply inhale. Fight the urge to lose it too soon.

The cloud my mind had taken us to wrap around us, caressed us, enamored us with the vapors of hot fragrances and hotter bodies. I could feel the droplets from the fluffy wool nest sticking to my mate’s body each time she wiggled. Buck, did she like to squirm. I could feel myself, steaming from my little pussy-eating beginner, drunk on nothing but her infatuations and mine. It sent me closer and closer to a watery release.

“Coooo~” Clucks sang from my beak in time with the hungry groans and damp slops between my limbs.

“Ah-ah-whinn-eeeeeee~!”

My eyes may have shut on their own at some point before I was aware of it, but I had to reopen them when I heard my doting and adored student to lovemaking make a sound so high, it could have resummoned the canine I lost so long and so far away.

Moley’s eyes were still huge and like rare, new bits shone temptingly at me. But her ears flapped like they wanted to take off, the wind from them wisping through the fur on my legs. One foreleg had disappeared, and as I spotted one shoulder shaking more than the other, I realized what my generous glutton for my joy had been doing while she had been savoring my nectar. Her journey towards an orgasm had already reached a climax without my knowing it had even begun, and despite teetering on the precipice of my own, I wanted to rectify this.

“Mmmf~” Move. I had to move, or I would grow stuck in the cloud of lust, unable to escape.

I placed my feline footpaws with still curled toes on the hard floor and pushed myself back. “Ah-hooo~” Hoot. The slip of the tongue from me curled just as it was leaving me. Mole hadn’t meant to flick my fun bead, merely stop me leaving with the power of her oral skill alone. It didn’t stop me tugging her out of my tunnel but did have me shuddering divinely.

“C-Cap-ptain?” The shaking babe gave a planteth neigh, fearing her banking her release before mine to have been a terrible move. Any other pony, it really would have been. Seeing her fretting caused a lump to form in my throat, and she did not have to say anymore before I was up to convince her she’d done such a fantastic job already, the only way I knew how.

Smooch. Mmm. “Mmmmmm~”

I re-enacted the kiss I’d received days ago, with the players switched. Now I was in the role of Gypsy Breeze, Mole was my Crow who had not expected love to land so hard and passionately upon her. Her muzzle fit so perfectly inside my beak, but her mouth needed showing how to open and receive deliveries in this way. When my tongue did reach and massage hers, it was as soft and spongy as the rest of my filly. I could taste my familiar tangy musk, but my nose was filled with something else entirely. I was breathing in her ejaculation, and it was like a bouquet of gingerbread.

Ohhh… “Nmmm~”

I could have danced with her tonsils for as long as we had the bathroom, but we’d already been in it a while and had yet to appreciate the facilities. With regret, I untangled our limbs, our muzzles, and even our tails, whose relationship together had grown as quickly as our own, and slipped my front legs beneath Molasses.

“O-Oh, Caaaptain...Wha-What-Nicker!” Her legs peddled beneath her in shock when I took us up into the air, but only for a short moment. I felt her breast hammering, her lungs filling and releasing quickly, her head turning this way and that at the ground she’d never seen so far away without a floor for her hooves.

“Shh- hush, my love, I’ll never drop you…” I promised, and meant the words with all my soul and being. She settled, her head turning to me. Despite worry still present, I knew she did trust and believe me. That day, I may have risen a new phoenix in the ashes of old Mole, but there was still the kind heart of the girl I fell in love with there in my embrace.

She squeaked again when the first kiss of bubbles and hot water found her hooves, but even that transformed into an effervescent croon. I and she gleefully moaned as we let the heat of the water soothe our bones and wash away our deeds, laughing joyfully at each other’s reactions. We let our bottoms come to rest on the tub, my wings trying to tuck back into me, only for one to snag. It had been caught by a chocolate-covered, smiling ray of sunshine.

“I, um-”

“Love you,” the words were getting easier and easier to say.

“Mhm,” she was a little giggling spark from a potential firework now, the fuse not yet blown out. I wanted to breathe a little more fire into that fuse before it reached its colorful display.

“But I-I also… want to um… How do I...um…” her unenlightening inquiry had me turning my head inquisitively as I moved closer to her, not taking my navy foil from her grasp.

“Use your words, Fuzzball,” I chuckled, leaning in and nibbling at the lane between her neck and her collarbone. Twitch. Gasp. An opportunity opened. I took it, my claw moving over her chest, feeling her now bathed yet still as silky fur trickle through my claws, dedicated to the careful treatment of my small, excitable fidget.

“W-Will you show me … h-how to ...ohh-” she swallowed, her gullet jumping, “...d-do stuff… w-with these?” I paused, my talon at her pudgy little belly. I knew what she was asking, but I was still caught off-guard. No mate, nor one-night boot knocker, had ever suggested they wanted to take care of me in that way. Not even Poxy. Not even Periwinkle.

“Stuff?”

“W-Wing st-”

“Preening,” I corrected her, moving across her, swapping stroking implements at her gut and wings for her touch, “it’s called preening, my wee flower.” I considered her proposal, then smiled, stretching the wing out with a lackadaisical snuggle into her. My claws stayed, drawing figures of eight on her tummy that made her squirm and whiffle more. She reached out and brought it to her like a kite that might be caught and stolen my a mischievous wind.

“It’s simple really, lass.” I used my beak as a pointer, “I start from the inside, work my way outwards, and check the feathers. If it feels loose, or close enough, I’ll pull it until it slides free.” I chose an easy one I knew was already on its way out and showed it to her. “I use my beak, but you can use your- mmm…. Well, th-that works too.”

When she plucked the feather away with her lips, I started to suspect I’d accidentally deactivated her innate magical abilities altogether. My blood pumped faster and my groin grew hotter in the water as she leaned back, holding it in her mouth with a look of sweet pride. Collecting it gently and putting it to the side, I nodded approvingly.

“A-Aye. Like that.” I spread my sail again. Her snout snuggled in and snuffled about for more treasure to loot. Her warm puffs were surprisingly big from such tiny nostrils. I watched her for a minute, letting her believe that I was going to be impartial in the zealous activity.

Bounce! Shiver. Mooaaan~

“Wh-What are y-ohhh-you doing?” The question was absurd. It was clear what I was doing, or going to do when my digits dropped to her waistline. I could feel the grooves the tight Stable suit had left in her fur and skin. I fiddled, but I didn’t dwell there.

“Inspiration,” I told one of her hefty ears. That was all I told it as Mole’s precious, untouched hole was sought, located, and-

“Neeeee~!” ...Stimulated.

For once, my own needs came secondary. Instead, my pleasure came from a new source, an audiovisual source, watching the vulnerable creature in my clasps feel someone else in control of her sensory processes. She was as cushy on the inside as she was on the outside, she tried to grip me but I had strength and experience at my disposal.

“N-nnn-AHCaptain~” My actions had broken the controls of her volume. Her eyes too were busted, she tried to watch me but her eyelids flapped, occasionally clenched, often in time with her lower, winking jellied clam.

My wing was stopped from sealing away by her telekinesis, putting my thoughts that her abilities were lost to rest. She spread it out again and scooted herself- “Ahhh-” A big sip of the air, thick with evaporated water and sweat. She drank it up, hugged it in her ribcage, and thrust her snout into my thatchwork of feathers. Despite her first experience of ‘fingers,’ she was determined to do a good job…

“Wark!” I’d been too distracted by her delicate lips wailing into my quills to be aware of what her hoof had sought. Now, as I was between her legs, loving her, she was between mine, proving out desire, our tied emotions, mutual. I moved a leg, giving her space to learn about me and what I liked, as I instructed with the luxury of her body as my chalkboard.

Huff. Hump-hump…

“Th-That’s a g-good motion, love, but… c-copy me...” my finger slid out from her, followed by the warmth of her leisure which the water rudely stole from me. Touching only skin, my blunt side of the black curved spike swirled the parting, then brushed from the bottom up, before-

“N-Nffff… MmmmCrow~” Rolling hips, tensing all nerves, tongue slobbering out. All the signs that she was close, All it would take is a few more taps of that powerful love button.

I didn’t speed her to the end. I could have, and I imagine I could have done it again, and again, and again… But I wanted her to experience the feeling of seeing it first. Watching the griffoness she somehow bonded with and became invaluable to, become putty in her hooves. I wanted to hand Mole the reins and show her she had me, complete and unadulterated control of me.

“Y-You try…” I chirped as she placed another freed blue shaft of my plumage on top of three she’d now plucked. I showed her the move once more; circle, sweep, stroke. Moan, quake, kiss~

She’d gotten into kissing any part of me near enough to her. A leg, the wing, my chest, my neck, my beak, as it parted as the fruition of a low groan came to be.

“Ah! AhMoley~”

She was butterhooved, she was too light in places and too pushy in others, but the combination of wing-love and that secret rub was sending me back to the climax I’d denied myself before.

“Again,” I asked of her, beak clipping on her neck. She complied. I replied.

“Again baby,” I whimpered, spine arching to give her unbridled access. She took her time with the motion. Shudder. Beak spreading, scream silent. She was a brilliant prodigy.

“Again, Mole,” I commanded. Circle. Line. flllllick~ The sparks within were flying. They would soon catch.

“A-Again, Mole…aaahmmm...” She tied the fuse into knots in my loins. She even finished them with a big, pretty bow. I held her shoulder with my mouth and tasted her salty, bristling fur.

“A-Ahga-” The order was heeded without needing completion. The spin around the split was soft, the draw up fierce enough to push her hoof tip in. The perfect touch was when she treated my bean like coffee and ground it with her hoof. She was experimenting on my body, and I could see her grin as she mentally noted the results.

“A-A-Aaah...” One, maybe two more… Swirl, swish, flick...

“..M-Maa..” It was definitely two more… Swirl, swish, grind...

“M-MMMooooe~” Swirl, swish, griiiiind… one more...

Swirl, swish, griii...

“MOLE!” Whumpf! My firework flew, my wings stretched out, and my Molasses Candy saw her Crow explode with every color the rainbow could offer. I latched onto her shoulder with my beak, wrapped my legs around her shoulders and made unstoppable love to her hoof as my climax drizzled from my pulsing, spasmodic lips.

My rockets flew and blew up over my scrunched eyes again and again, and still, I took my girl in my wings, released one seizing leg, and plunged it into the water.

“CROW!” I was spilling my energy and leaking elation, but I would take her to the burning skies with me if I passed out or lost a limb from the experience. I squeezed my bill as my pressure on her brought more forceful rubbing from the hoof at my trembling gates. She prolonged my rumbling tsunami of femininity, as I used the last of my senses to seek out those special places, the mystical sweet spots with one claw, while the other-

“Crooooow~” Mashed.

“Cr...CRRRR~!” Bashed.

“NEEEEEIGH!” Smashed the clit, until she could take no more. I unlocked my beak, lay back in the water, and watched the mare convulse and relish an orgasm brought on by my merit. The water splashed over the sides, the horn sparkled like a firecracker, and her eyes, when they stopped downloading the immense pleasure coursing through her veins, looked at me in awe and wonder from what she had just ridden through, and was still experiencing.

She stayed that way with mouth parted, tongue on teeth, gaze on me until the aftershocks petered away in both of us. The unison of sensations we had just gone through; the way we had felt one another’s sincere devotion to finding and pleasing the other, the answers to our real longing desires; finalized our stamp on each other’s lives. No matter what, she was my Mole, and I, her Captain.

We lost ourselves to the mirth and relief that finally our lives were complete, and we swam into each other’s embrace, sharing what we’d learned in the simplest way possible.

“I love you, Captain...”

“Aye, you do. And I love you, Moley...”

“Mhmm…” I thought I heard her giggle, but when I looked at the little squealer in my protective shield, she was already completely fast asleep.

“Heh. That… that’s a good…” My beak stretched itself and smacked shut once the last bubble of energy in my lungs had floated out of it. My eyelids suddenly weighed a ton, and when I shut them, I could not lift them open for a long time afterward.

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FOOTNOTE: Quest Begun: Lead A Horse To Water...

Quest Completed - Lead A Horse To Water...
Quest Perk added – Lover’s Embrace - You get a +15% experience boost for 8 hours, after sleeping for any amount of time in an unowned bed with Molasses Candy

Quest Begun: All Night Song

Author's Note

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Song for this chapter; Never Ever Gonna Give You Up - Barry White Because, well, snu snu... FINALLY!!!!

This chapter came to be, mostly because of rewrites. I originally wrote this chapter and the following chapter fifteen as one chapter, with less Mole. However, without this chapter, it felt dark and depressing. Chapter fifteen will be pepped up a little more too, so won't feel as bleak. The intention of the story and where it's going will remain.

Also; FINALLY! Got that Pinkie Sales-pony in, I've wanted to write that for a while. Obvs, she's not REALLY a salespony from StableTec; I've read the story guys.

Thank you to Blazie, and Synesisbassist, who helped me with advice on writing snu snu! Aannnnd not forgetting Doomande, thanks for picking the nits <3.

If this is when you stop reading, goodbye and safe travels.

If you're still strapped in for the ride, see you in the next chapter.

All good things,
Duskhoof