For the Record

Whoever said that writing was easy, is not and probably never will be a writer. Writing is taking a concept and putting it into your own words. Not only do you have to find the right words and how to use them. You also need to use them in a way that will keep people’s attention for long periods of time. Those words are yours. If those words are not yours that’s called either quoting or it’s plagiarism depending on how you use them. People tend to think that those who are paid to write are fortunate, they have an easy job, they have a stay-at-home job and they can make their own hours whenever they damn well please. That is a myth.

Yes, there are great writers out there who can put anything into words as they please. Yes, there are people out there who can do so as an art form. However, every writer has a time limit. Whether that time limit is a year or a decade, there is a time limit. Those writing brains have an expiration date. If you are graced with the writing job that you’ve dreamed of since fillyhood, good for you. However, once you hit that lonely valley known as writer’s block, your job is not going to be forgiving. Nor are they going to stop heaven and hell from working just because the words will not come to you. They are going to stomp their hoof on the ground, and ask you where in the hell is that article they set that pretty little deadline for. That deadline is not for show, it is there as a reminder that you wanted this in the first place. If you can’t meet it, you’re out.

Jet Stream was in the valley herself. Not only the valley of writer’s block but also the valley of the Foal Mountains, on a train. Manehattan was nothing but hustle and bustle, and if you couldn’t keep up, it was time to find something else. She woke up from her fourth ten minute nap, feeling the effects of dehydration, hunger and just sheer shittiness all around. Everything hurt, her head, her mouth, her throat, her joints, even her brain hurt, despite the fact that it didn’t have feeling.

The white mare with the blue and white striped mane stunk pretty bad. She’d been on the train for the past four hours, and before that she slept at the train station, waiting for the train itself. So there was another eight hours. Before that, she had to get all of her belongings out of her apartment before people came and threw them out. So she counted around twenty nine hours from her last shower. She would have apologized to the teenage pegasus beside her but he wasn’t exactly a bed of roses either. Not to mention, his wing kept nudging her wing because he didn’t know how to tuck them behind him properly. Pegasi were meant to live in Cloudsdale, apparently, where the clouds could just whisk them away in a stream of rainbow water.

However, this was not Cloudsdale, and flying from Manehattan all the way to Ranchtown would have been entirely too taxing on her to make it worth the effort. She was down to her savings account and while it was not as if she were in the poor house, one wrong move would have landed her there pretty fast.

She checked her cellphone, she still had four hours to get to her interview at her new job. Yes, it was a writing job, and no, her writer’s block was not cured. Yeah, cured, as if there were some kind of medicine you could take and it would just go away. That’s a laugh. Next she’ll just cure stupidity. Why not?

The train began to slow as it neared the station. It came to a grinding halt and ponies began to rise from their seats. Jet took her first steps in Ranchtown as she got off the train and saw that the train station actually wasn’t too crowded. At least it wasn’t crowded by Manehattan standards. At first glance, Ranchtown did look rather small, but not nearly as small as she first expected. It had its taller buildings in the distance, it had its traffic on a Saturday morning, and the neighborhood she was currently in didn’t look like the most savory type.

There were broken down cars on the side of the road being sold for car parts, fillies playing in puddles, larger stallions walking down the street walking toward their favorite bar, and three liquor stores on the other side of the road from Jet. A piece of paper floated with the wind, straight into her leg and clung to it. The white pegasus rolled her eyes and peeled it off of her leg. Apparently, there was a comic con today. Joy.

She took in a deep breath and exhaled.

“Home sweet home.” Jet waved down a passing taxi.

“Well, normally we start rookies on the cute little fluff pieces about the old ponys’ home having a quilt sale.” The rather large, black pony with a red mane said across from the table. Jet had agreed to meet Opinion Piece at a local cafe on the edge of hay street. Jet had found temporary living quarters, now she was five minutes late to her interview and still did not have time to bathe before she got there. Not to mention her shower did not have curtains, so that was going to be a joy.

“I’m not going to do that.” Jet said as she sipped her coffee. She had added four extra spoonfuls of sugar to get herself out of her near comatose state.

“Over the phone, you said you could write anything.” Piece said as he frowned at her. All the sudden the week that he had waited with baited breath was turning out to be kind of disappointing. He was head writer at the Ranch U newspaper “Nightmare Nightrider.” Unlike other college based newspapers, it branched out to other subjects than just what happened in the school.

“I could write anything, that doesn’t mean I would write anything. And let’s get one thing clear. I’m not a rookie. I’ve been writing for almost ten years and I’ve earned the opportunity to write something that doesn’t involve a stage and things that do tricks for treats.” Jet took one long sip of her coffee.

“So you’re the new girl who thinks she can decide what she writes articles about. Met my fair share of your kind. What makes you think I’m giving you the good stories right out the door?” Piece sat there and watched as her jaw worked to get in all of that coffee. Her long draw of coffee turned into around forty seconds of nothing but almost drowning in the brown liquid. She put the coffee on the table with a sigh. Then she belched.

“Because I can walk out that door and find another job with any of your top competitors. I just so happen to have a friend who works in Ranchtown and said she recommended Nightrider. You’ve read my pieces, you know how good I am, I’m not going to wait around to build up my reputation when I’ve already done my fair share. Either I’m part of the team, or I’m part of another team. It’s your paper and I don’t want your job. I just want my fair cut.” Jet nodded to the waitress who walked by with more coffee pouring into her mug.

Piece sat there with his hands together, pianoing his fingers onto his knuckles. He watched Jet shovel little spoonfuls of sugar in her coffee again. His eyes went up to her face to see that she was staring at him with her dull, expressionless gaze. His lips pursed, he sighed, then he rolled his eyes.

“Fine. I have a better story for you, but don’t expect me to bow to your every whim every time. This city isn’t that big, and news comes when it comes. Sometimes we need to run the side stories to maintain our schedule.” Piece said as she drew in another long drink.

“And it is?” She said as she set her mug against the table once again, this time only having drank half of it in one drink.

“Well, this city ain’t much in the ways of news since Rich Co. went down, but we have our local heroes. We even have a resident Porn Star.” This drew a surprised look from Jet. “I’m looking for a story on comic books.”

There was a long pause.

“I’m sorry, did you just say comic books?” Jet drank the last of her coffee as the waitress came by with a refill.

“Yes, recently, a local librarian became the writer for Spider-Mare comics. Now that there’s talk of a Spider-Mare movie, she’s becoming pretty hot shit. So, local legend tells of how the writer of that comic met up with the artist and they got together at a convention.”

“Yeah, they got together, isn’t that what comic artists and writers do?” That’s when she thought for one second. “Unless you mean--”

“They had a comic love baby. From what I understand, they’ve been dating ever since. I just want a nice little behind the scenes work. See if you can get an interview with either one or both Fable Prose or Quick Bullet. Get me that interview and you can have whatever story you want.” Piece said as he grinned at her.

“Really,” She drank another large gulp of her coffee. The white pegasus mare burped a bit and thought for a moment. “Whatever story I want.” She tapped her finger on her chin. “Alright, I'll get that interview.”

Jet got up from the table and put five bits on it. Without another word, she started walking out of the diner. She pulled out her phone and got to work right away. It didn't take very long for her to find Fable Prose in the comic book mainframe. However, his profile was a bit bare. There wasn't much to go off of. All it said was that he lived in Ranchtown and he wrote for Spider-Mare. Apparently his fame hasn’t gotten very widespread.

Walking down the street, the research seemed to be going nowhere. Even Quick Bullet had very little on her. She was seemingly an up and coming artist in the comic book world, but, once again, her biggest claim to fame was that one issue of Spider-Mare. Jet sighed. Maybe this was why that pompous prick gave her this story. There was so little to go on that no journalist in their right mind would take the job.

Jet sighed, she needed a coffee. Then she stopped and remembered that she just had four whole cups not even ten minutes ago. Did she need to pee? Oh yeah, she needed to pee. After a quick trip to the bathroom, she walked out of the nearby auto shop that gave her a funny look for not buying anything. Then she started to hear a strange scraping noise coming from her hoof. She looked down to see the sidewalk had graced her hoof with a piece of paper. Jet started entertaining the notion of doing an article on the litter problem in Ranchtown as she lifted her hoof. She peeled the wrinkled and worn paper from her sole and looked at it. Once again, it was an advertisement for that comic book convention happening for the weekend.

At first she started to crumple it, but then she paused. Comic book convention, comic book nerds, comic book knowledge, all of these things could actually be a little useful for her. She ended up crumpling it anyway and finding a garbage can. After she threw it away, she raised her hand at a passing taxi cab.

“Taxi!” She shouted, making the cab stop.

Opening the convention door was like opening the door to an alien world. Cosplayers walked the booths that laid out mint condition graphic novels. Geeks were arguing over comic book happenings. Some ponies were playing video games in small dens and lines were formed at several booths for celebrities who were giving out signatures. It was loud and slightly annoying, but Jet was able to make her way rather well.

Her first order of business was finding a more official booth for the comic company that actually distributed Spider-Mare. After ten minutes of searching, she was finally able to locate one of the more decent looking displays. She worked her way around the gathered crowd of ponies and looked at the short, scrawny looking stallion behind the table. Some of them were taken by how physically attractive Jet was, as she put on her best reporter smile, despite not really being a reporter.

“Hi, I was wondering if you could give me a little bit of information.” Jet smiled at him in her sweetest demeanor.

“Um, sure, what did you need?” He said as he stood up and looked down at his comics he had laid out across the table. “Did you want to read the latest War Horse? We still have a few left.”

“No, I was looking for some information on the writer and artist who did Spider-Mare number six thirty-six?” She said, and as she did she looked behind him to see that there was, indeed a copy of that issue. It was in a protective cover, along with a number on top “9.8.” Then her jaw went slack when she saw that it was priced at five hundred bits.

“Oh, you mean this?” He took the comic off of the shelf behind him and showed it to her.

The cover was very well done. It depicted Rainscald, the black suited villain stallion with the jagged teeth and red wavery eyes. He was staring down Spider-Mare, who was up close and staring him back with her wide white eyes that she was so well known for. The two of them didn’t look especially angry, in fact they looked more concentrated than prepared to fight.

“Ummm yeah, is there a reason it’s so expensive?” She asked and the guys around her gave a slight chortle.

“Yeah, it was the final battle between Spider-Mare and Rainscald. There’s a bit of a story tied behind the making of this issue.”

She sat there and listened to the same story she had been told at the diner. Only this time, he theorized that they wrote the entire issue while they had sex. They made the whole issue into an erotic comic before rewriting it into a proper comic book afterward. The entire time, they were both cosplaying Rainscald and Spider-Mare. Such a story sounded ridiculous, and she wondered how such a rumor got started if no one else was there.

“Well, that’s interesting and everything, but I was wondering if you guys knew anything about either Fable or Quick Bullet. Do you know where I could reach them?” This drew another round of laughter from the guys around her and she looked at all of them with a mean look. They promptly stopped laughing and went on about their business.

“Yeah, actually, they’re doing a conference.” He checked his phone for the time. “Right now.”

“Where?!” Jet asked, her eyes widened and her pen went down to her little notepad she had been taking notes on.

“There.” He pointed down at the other end of the convention center, where there were a line of doors. Without another word, Jet took off like a… well… a jet. She worked her way around the crowd of stallions in mares, cosplayers, fanboys and fangirls so she could get to the doors had a sign that read: “Today only! Meet the writer and artist of Spider-Mare from our very own city! Fable Prose and Quick Bullet will be taking questions from 9 am to 11 am.”

She checked her phone to see that it was ten thirty. It was as if the stars and planets all aligned and brought her to a higher plane of existence where things seemed like they may actually work out for her. Then she returned to reality to shake off that nonsense. She wasn’t out of the woods yet. Jet Stream still needed an interview.

“Earlier, you stated that there was plans for producing a second issue of Spider-Mare, were you planning to bring back Rainscald for this one too?” One of the thirty or forty ponies in the seats across from the room of the red stallion and yellow mare said as she stood up. All of them watched as Fable, the black maned stallion scratched his hair a little bit.

“Ummm, we’ve had a few hints of an offer to return as writing and art team, but as of right now, nothing is set in stone. If that happens, it’s pretty much out of our hands of where they are in the story. It could be any of Spider-Mare’s villains.” Fable looked over to Letty who leaned forward into the microphone in front of her.

“But if we do, we’ll definitely request a storyline of the two again.” The yellow pegasus remarked, drawing an excited report from the crowd. The next pony stood up, and waved.

“Hi! Fastball, from Fastball Blog. Why didn’t either of you cosplay for this convention?” The bright blue stallion asked, drawing very silent snickers from the rest of the fans.

Fable and Letty eyed one another, Letty rolled her eyes.

“We’re here in a more official sense this time around. The next time we come to a convention for playtime, we’ll definitely break out the Spider-Mare and Rainscald suits.” Fable replied, drawing an even larger cheer from the crowd.

“Alright, one more question, then we need to get going.” Letty said, the crowd dying down as the last fan stood up, this one was a larger stallion with the Spider-Mare symbol on his red shirt.

“Hi, long time fan of the comics. I was just wondering if you could explain to me why Spider-Mare could use her precognitive abilities against Rainscald when she was said to have no such ability against the symbiotic life form that she had fought before it attached to the pony host later on. I was also wondering why she did not use her remote controlled spiderling that she got in issue six hundred and two and used in three subsequent stories thus far. Also, the symbiote madness that Rainscald experience did not coincide with the symbiote madness portrayed in issue five ninety three when it temporarily latched onto Smooth Move, the local bartender. Did you have any explanation?”

There was a silence that drowned the room in the most uncomfortable aura. The vibe in that room could be measured in gallons of nervous jitters as all of the fans immediately wanted to disassociate with this guy who obviously had entirely too much time on his hands and not enough social interaction of any kind.

“Ahem, well.” Fable said as Letty’s eyes were as wide as they could go. She looked over at Fable who popped his neck. “If you’ll remember in the symbiote’s fifth issue, it was stated that the reason why she could not sense it was because it was entirely an alien life form whose very fabric of existence was immune to her limited clairvoyance. However, now that it is attached to a pony, she would be able to sense that pony, as it does not cover his actions. The spiderling device was quite useful in those three stories it was depicted in for reconnaissance, but she has stated many times that she was hesitant to use it, because of how expensive it was to make, and how it could not possibly survive or be replaced if hit with a strong enough blow, one that Rainscald could easily do if he saw it. As for the Symbiote madness, the bartender was already diagnosed with dementia, only adding to the symbiote’s effects, as well as limiting the capacity it could use his body and mind as they were both very scarce.” Fable finally took a breath at the end of saying that. Every jaw dropped, every eye widened, and the silence was so loud you could hear every pony’s hair growing.

After a very long pause, Letty leaned forward to her mic. “Umm, that’s all the time we have. Thank you for coming out to see us, and we hope to do this again. It was… fun.” She said, looking over to Fable, who waved to the crowd as they both got up from their seats.

As the crowd clapped through their awe, they started to get up from their seats and disperse back into the comic convention. Fable and Letty walked to the left side door, kind of a back stage where they put their belongings. Fable had already bought five very rare comic books, all of them in protectors, one of them signed by the artist. He was looking forward to digging into those when he got home.

“Ummmm, Fable? What the hell was that?” Letty did not stop staring at Fable as they walked toward the door.

“What was what?” Fable asked, giving her an odd look.

“That back there, with the know-it-all. What was that response of yours?” She opened the door.

“Well the guy had some relevant questions, ones that I considered as we created the comic.” Fable said as he turned on the light, and his eyes widened as he looked inside.

“You thought of all that stuff when you were pumping me full of co--” She was interrupted as he very loudly cleared his throat. Letty tilted her head toward him, then he pointed into the room.

There was Jet Stream, sitting on the edge of a table and playing on her phone. She stood in the middle of that mostly empty room with just some chairs around the table. Their belongings were still by the entrance, completely untouched. Jet glanced at them, then tipped her head toward them.

“Sup?” Jet said, looking at her phone for another moment then pocketing it.

“Can we help you?” Letty asked, putting her hands on her hips. “How did you get in here? That door is locked.”

As soon as she asked, Jet tossed a very bent up paper clip onto the table. “I’m here to get an interview with you two. If you wouldn’t mind me taking up a bit of your time?” Jet asked as she took off her jacket and put it on the back of one of the chairs and pulled it out for herself.

At first, Letty was about to call security, and curse them out for letting someone just barge into a room filled with their personal stuff. Then Fable started walking toward her, dressed in his best Spider-Mare t-shirt, depicting the Spider-Mare symbol crossed down the middle diagonally with the Rainscald symbol. He also wore his best jeans. He sat down across from Jet and then pulled out a chair for Letty.

Quick Bullet stood there for a moment as Jet started getting out her notes, her paper pad, her laptop and some gum out of her side pack. Then she looked over at Fable, who had a stupid smile on his face. He was like a kid on Christmas day who was getting everything he wanted. The fame was not hindering to him, the attention gave him great comfort, and the fandom he took with such natural ease that Letty could only blink at. It was kind of amazing how far Fable was willing to go with this new found following. It was like he prepared his entire life for this.

Letty rolled her eyes and sat at the table alongside him.

“So, my name is Jet Stream, I’m with the Nightrider paper. I’m here to relinquish some of the rumors that have been going around town surrounding you two. Did you have any questions before we get started?”

“Yeah, do you plan on breaking into our apartments too? Because I’m still a little pissed that you had the tenacity to lockpick our room here. I’m wondering just how far you were going to take this?”

“I would apologize, but I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t do it again. To answer your question, no, I don’t plan on breaking into your apartments. If you want, I’ll give you all of my contact information and my panties, just in case.” She said this, and both of them glanced at one another. All the sudden, they were wondering what her joking voice sounded like, because that sounded stone-faced serious. “Now, Fable, let’s start with you. Why don’t you give the public a little backstory on yourself?”

Fable thought for a moment, then hummed a little, tapping his chin.

“Ummmm, alright, well. I was born to Sun Storm and Star Gazer in Cloudsdale. I lived there until I gained enough for an associates degree in English, then I decided I wanted to visit more parts of Equestria. I went completely broke while passing through Ranchtown, and found that life was a little more unforgiving than I had originally predicted. So, I’ve been in Ranchtown ever since. I’ve been working at the library for about three years now, and working at Frozen Pop’s Frozen Treat shop for a little over half a year.”

Letty had heard a lot of this story already, still hearing the full story from him was a bit fascinating all the same. That’s when Jet turned her attention to her. Letty blinked.

“How about you, Bullet?” Jet said, but for some reason, she had a pencil in her hand, she just wasn’t taking any notes.

“Letty’s fine.” She said, taking a deep breath. “Well, I was born in Canterlot. My father was in the military, and my mother was an art teacher. My mother, Vivid Landscape is the one who taught me how to draw initially, and I just kind of took off with it. I took art all through high school and through my college until I got picked up by Cosmic Comics as an artist for the short lived comic book series White Iris. I’ve been credited as the artist of comics such as Thunder Steed, Elementous, Tidal Neigh, and of course, Spider-Mare.”

Jet nodded at all of this information, her hand playing with her pencil as her fingers rolled it over the back of her thumb, only to roll it back between her thumb and forefinger. She thought for a moment, then sighed.

“Is something wrong?” Fable asked. Jet shook her head.

“No, I’m fine. Just trying to get my thoughts straight. Now, is it true that you two have been dating?” Jet looked toward them to see them glance at one another once again.

“Yes.” Both said at the same time. Then Letty added. “For two months.”

“And the rumors are true? It all started with creating this comic? How did that work?”

“Well, ummmmm.” Fable started, then his thoughts tapered off a bit. He looked at Letty who shrugged her shoulders. “It just kind of happened. I would be lying if I said I remembered every detail of that night.”

“Take your time, think about it.” Jet said, looking down at the sheet of paper with a frown. “Have you two been ‘creating comics’ ever since?”

That’s when both of their eyes widened and Fable’s jaw went a little slack. Letty began to frown and point her finger at Jet.

“What kind of an interview is this? I thought you were here to talk about us as artists, but I’m getting the idea that you’re here more for the pornographic details. Furthermore, why haven’t you written anything down?” Letty asked, and then felt Fable’s hand on top of her own. She looked at Fable, whose expression was rather somber.

“She has writer’s block.” It was Jet’s turn to look at him with a very befuddled expression. “Scatter shot interview, not writing anything down, and improvised lines. Yeah, I’ve been there. Every writer has.”

“Yeah, alright, I admit it. It’s been a hard couple of months for me. I was coasting through my last journalist job in Manehattan. While I pulled it off for a while, they caught onto me and I just flat out admitted I barely even knew what I was writing anymore.” Jet said, and then dropped her pencil onto the notepad. “Truth be told, I don’t even know if I want this job. The guy who interviewed me is kind of a prick and I’ve got other prospects I can look into.” She brought up her little side pack and started to gather her things. “We can just call it a day if you--”

“Around three times a day.” Fable said, drawing a look from Letty.

“Fable!” Letty’s face went completely flushed.

Jet stopped in her tracks and gazed at the red stallion for a moment. Then she dropped her notepad down on the table once again. She sat down and leaned forward, giving him her full attention.

“Yeah, we ‘make comics’ three or four times a day, sometimes twice in one session.” He scratched the back of his neck, then glanced back at Letty who crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked off to the other side. “In fact we were thinking about doing it in here. Letty’s not even wearing any panties under her skirt.”

Letty gasped, then she froze, gaining a few sweat beads on her forehead. Jet was now fully invested, pursing her lips as she listened very intently. Then she looked over at Letty, who was beet red at this point.

“So, you’re an exhibitionist?” Jet leaned in a bit closer and Letty cringed a little bit.

“I-I never said that!” Letty was finally able to say.

“She totally is.” Fable said, then got a very dirty look from her, and not the good kind. “Tell her when the last time we made love was.” He leaned over to her and started to kiss along the side of her exposed neck, causing her to draw in a sharp breath. She cringed, and looked away even harder.

“Mmmhh, an hour ago. Y-you…” Letty swallowed hard. “You licked my pussy behind the curtains at the cosplay contest.” She shivered at the feeling of his tongue sliding over her neck. “Alright, fine.” She moaned and tried her best to speak straight. “He fills me full of cum every single chance he gets.”

Fable was sucking on her neck at this point. He was turning into something of an animal as he started reaching up her shirt and grasping her bare nipple in his fingers. Her head turned toward him and met his lips to hers as she moaned into his mouth. Letty’s hands moved up to his chest and began to rub his hard, chiseled chest.

“He makes me horny everywhere I go. He rubs on me, he caresses me when I least expect it. Then he presses his hard cock up against my butt when he sneaks up behind me.” At first, her voice was down trodden, somber in its tone. “I love it!” She pulled her shirt up to expose her tits to him so that he began to suck on her nipples.

It was Jet’s turn to blush hardcore. The pale white pegasus watched them both as her hand moved onto the notepad, the pencil starting to scratch against it at a mile a minute. She took every single note she possibly could as fast as her fingers would move but it didn’t seem fast enough as far as she was concerned. All the sudden, she felt like she was burning up.

“Did you suck his cock while you two made the comic?” Jet asked, still writing like her life depended on it.

“Yes--OH!” She moaned a little bit too loud as he started to suck her nipple, his hand going down between her legs to feel her quim was absolutely soaked. It was even drenching her chair. “I sucked his nice big cock while he told me a nice hot story of how a big strong villain took advantage of a horny, slutty mare hero. You need to see this.” She patted Fable on the head. “Stand up.”

Fable complied, and before she even touched his pants, Jet’s eyes widened as his enormous dick was outlined in his pants with complete visibility. This did not take away from the first sight of it, though. His very dark, red skinned cock slid out as his underwear was dropped to the floor. Jet’s pencil broke on the notepad as her eyes went wide and her pupils went wider.

Real talk, it had been a good minute since Jet had indulged in the finer things a stallion had to offer. Her work life in Manehattan was so damn busy that she more or less forgot that sex even existed. In fact, she had gone so long without it that her body no longer craved it. All of that came crashing down as she saw that cylindrical piece of flesh pop out. It was rock solid, thick, and the ring in the center of it accented the whole shaft. Her baser instincts began to take over and her mildly wet vagina turned into a very slow, viscous waterfall.

After a very short while, they stopped pulling their punches. Letty sucked his massive cock all the way down to her throat as he stood in front of her, his wings twitching some. Little strings of precum and saliva dripped from her maw. She caught the saliva in her hand and used it to jerk his cock as her tongue went down to his nice big testicles, which she started to lick with the pad of her tongue.

It seemed like they completely forgot that Jet was in the room, Fable gazed down at his mare and they had a nice little moment in each others eyes as she took in one of his balls in her mouth, starting to swirl her tongue around it. “Mmmmm, pull my hair.” She whispered.

Jet shot up from her seat. “Alright! You guys need to stop!” Her golden eyes were as wide as they could possibly get. Her legs buckled together as if she were becoming structurally unsound and her top row of teeth were latched onto her bottom lip.

“Oh, my, Fable. I think she’s about to have a breakdown.” Letty said and then pointed downward at Jet’s pants. All eyes turned down toward toward the very large wet spot that was growing in between the blue and white maned pegasus’s legs. “Something tells me she didn’t come here to watch.

“That-- I mean… well I did--” Jet stifled and mumbled as she talked. Her speech patterns only became worse as Fable and Letty started walking toward her around the table. “What--OHH!” Letty’s mouth latched onto the tip of Jet’s ear, causing her to twitch and shiver all over, especially when she started rubbing her teeth along the edge of her lobe. The control of Jet’s limbs became especially hard to navigate. Her hand wet up to the yellow mare’s mane and began to brush her fingers through her hair.

“Good God these things are soaked.” Fable said as he spread her legs a bit and got a good look at her groin, which was dampening her pants at an extensive rate. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to amputate your pants.” He said as he undid her button.

Part of her almost cried out for him to stop, but the bigger part of her urged him to do it! Her carnal side told her logical side to shut its fucking mouth and let this happen! She needed this! Even if she was against this, which she certainly was not, she didn’t even have the inkling to speak. Her body tingled all over and her brain could only shrug and sit back and watch.

Her pants came down, and her panties were barely even visible. The fabric was soaked through and the outline of her mound was clearly seen through such flimsy, soaked white cotton. However, he did not remove them, he simply began to rub his thumb against her very malleable labia. Her breath and her heart started working overtime. She felt her heart thudding against her chest like it wanted out and the sweat began to gleam on her head as Letty lifted up her shirt to reveal a pink bra. Without even asking permission, the yellow pegasus lifted up the bra to begin suckling one of Jet’s very pink nipples.

With just the tiniest of touches, and the smallest of kisses, Jet was building up something fierce. It wasn’t even two minutes of this attention and her first orgasm was fast approaching her. Her fingers ran through both of their manes as they continued to give her that sweet attention that was driving her absolutely insane. The white mare was trying to tell them to stop, not wanting to cum from these little touches, but she lost her voice once again. Fable had moved her sopping panties to the side and started lapping up her pretty pink pussy. She felt every stroke of his tongue, and her orgasm caused her to send another torrent of juice onto him. She simply yelped as the climax took her by the reigns and she went for a nice long ride.

Fable got off of her crotch then, and patted Letty on the arm to stop her as well. It was obvious that Jet was still riding the afterglow of that amazing few seconds gone by. They sat her back down in her chair, her tits still out and her pants and panties still around her ankles. Her hands gripped both her boob and her crotch as she sighed, panting with pure satisfaction.

“You alright?” Letty asked, making Jet nod a few times. “You need a minute?” She drew another nod from Jet. This made both of them laugh, but as they did, Jet could only gaze as Fable’s big cock bobbed up and down.

“Okay,” Jet said as she tried to compose herself. “I didn’t expect it to take this turn, but apparently I seriously needed that.”

“Well, I mean, we’re not really done yet.” Fable said as he walked over to their stuff by the door, his pants and underwear still on the floor so his chiseled ass sticking directly at Jet. Her stare stuck to it like white on rice.

“You’re… not?” She asked, then noticed that he pulled out the Rainscald costume he wore to the last convention they went to. She blinked, then watched as Letty did the same thing, only this time she pulled out a totally different cosplay of Spider-Mare, this one with the blue and red with webbing patterns on it. “You brought the costumes? I thought you said--”

“The less they know, the better.” Letty said as she started taking the rest of her clothes off. “ This was the plan all along.”

They suited up in front of Jet. She watched as Fable turned into the black suited, red eyed Rainscald. The evil nemesis of Spider-Mare, the spider empowered mare of justice. Their battles are legendary, their rivalry ever growing, and the sex was fantastic!

“So ummmm…” Jet looked them both over, very impressed and slightly overwhelmed. “Where do we start?”

“This Summer. The greatest hero of all time will face her greatest challenge yet.” The scene flips through several images of Spider-Mare fighting off thugs and burglars. She webs one in the face, pulling his nose into her fist, laying him low. She webs another one’s gun with her wrist gadget, and makes it burst into shards as the bullet gets blocked from exiting the barrel.

“The darkness will come when she least expects it.” There comes a black sludge that completely covers a stallion, taking him over! “Now she must face the consequences of her power.”

The scene shifts to Rainscald grabbing Spider-Mare by the torso with a giant black sludge fist and bashing her into a wall. The scene ends with them both muzzle to muzzle, facing each other door.

“Spider-Mare. Rated PG-13. Starts April 27th at theaters everywhere.”

As the trailer ended, the crowd went wild, as it had only just premiered on the first day of the convention. The small room was made into a theater that could seat a hundred people and the place was absolutely packed. This did not deter the three ponies as they walked in unnoticed by the group. The next movie was going to be the old Thunder Steed movie from back in the nineties when comic books were viewed to be nothing but garbage action genre books for kids. The movie was panned by both fans and critics alike. However, it also gained up a colt following for how bad it was and how it actually lowered the bar in quality. This put it in the category of “so bad it’s good” and made comic book fans love to watch it and make fun of it at the same time.

The Fable, Letty and Jet stood in the back of the room, where there was a clutter of old machinery. There was an old projector, a boob tube television on a cart, an air hockey table with a piece of paper reading “out of order” and a huge cart that was meant to push around the huge collection of foldable chairs. It was perfect.

“Wait, Thunder Steed?” Jet asked as they made their way across the room near the wall. “I saw that as a filly, and even I knew then that it was trash.”

“Yeah, I actually liked it as a kid. It took me a while to realize that it sucked.” Fable whispered back to her as the beginning credits started in that very dark viewer room. “Still, I respect it for what it is.”

“Yeah, I wish I could respect garbage.” Letty whispered to him and then got behind the giant chair cart by the air hockey table. It was just tall enough to block the view from the people sitting. The Spider-Mare costumed lady turned to Jet and lifted her mask, giving her a big kiss on the lips. Jet’s first reaction was surprise, but soon she leaned into the kiss. Jet was no stranger to the lesbian scene, but again, she hadn’t indulged in a very long time.

It didn’t take long for the crowd in the viewing room to start yelling out lewd insults to the movie as it started to play. Where the movie completely ruined his origin story in favor of a cliche “he came to Equestria as his home died” kick off. Fable couldn’t help but watch the movie, what little he could see of the screen, and remember that it was one of the first things that got him into comic books in the first place. Then he looked back to see that Jet’s tits were already out as they crotched down behind the air hockey table.

Quick Bullet went back to sucking them as she did before. Jet was far more into it now, keeping her breathing quiet as she started to caress the yellow mare’s tits. That didn’t last long, though. Jet’s hand rubbed downward between her legs. She began to concentrate on caressing Letty’s pussy through the thin spandex of her costume. The poor superhero pegasus was already edged a great deal at that point. Without needing any prompting, she mounted the air hockey table, her wings setting on it to lighten her descent in order to not make any noise.

An action scene obviously started in the movie, making Letty’s moans go unheard as Jet attached her mouth to her pussy. Within seconds Jet’s tongue was invading every single crevice of her labias, both inner and outer feeling the wrath of her tongue. The real point of near loss of control was when her tongue went into Letty’s pussy hole. The slithery tongue started to lick the inner tunnel of her vagina and she almost went berserk. As nice as her hair was, Letty couldn’t help but grab her mane and clench it with both hands as she grinded her way into an orgasm! Letty had a hell of a time not blurting out a scream of pure ecstasy, she merely trembled and twitched all over.

Fable, on the other hand, watched all of this go down and grabbed onto Jet’s hips. He lifted her lower half up to where her legs were straight while her back was bent, still eating Letty out through her flow of erotic juices. He had no trouble in dropping her drawers and spreading her legs out. The stallion brought out his studly hard on and pressed it against her pussy lips, which were more than wet and wanting. She only stopped to look back at him as the bright movie screen painted his silhouette with some color. His black mask hid his expression, which was a very sinister grin.

“Do it.” She said in an urgent whisper. The sudden familiar feeling of a huge stallion pushing into her bulged her eyes some. She latched back onto Letty’s cunt and sucked with a passion as the red pegasus began to stuff her with great gusto. He pumped her at an even pace and she went wild! Her quiet moans were muffled into the pussy she licked. His wet cock rubbed her g-spot directly and her legs began to twitch from underneath.

The advantages of having seen the movie in recent years made Fable know what was happening just by listening. When a sudden action scene began, one of the longer ones which led to act two, he started to seriously plow that mare! Letty’s wetness became far more palpable in Jet’s mouth and Fable’s huge cock squeezed in and out of her as it filled her whole tube.

Getting fucked like this after such a long dry spell was almost surrealistic to the white mare! Her wings twitched, as did Letty’s. Her pussy became slick and he easily pushed into at a mile a minute. If anyone was really listening closely, they could hear the wet, smacking sounds of his manhood drilling her with his pelvis smacking against her ass. Thankfully though, if they did, they didn’t pay attention to it. Jet was working through her second orgasm at that point. Then, with his relentless thrusts, there came a third, spurting sticky juice onto his cock and balls, which dangled and slapped against her mound.

On her third orgasm, however, that was when Fable pulled out of her cunt, causing her to gasp in surprise and dismay. He very quickly worked his way in between the two of them and thrust his cock into Letty’s already very wet pussy, and started pumping her full of semen. Letty gritted her teeth and stared at Fable, unbelieving at his course of action.

“Did you--seriously just-- Oh--OH!” Her louder moan was a bit jarring to those in the theater, but it came just before a very loud cheer as the only nude scene of the movie came on when the stallion playing Thunder Steed showed his very well sculpted butt cheeks. Load after load of spunk filled her vaginal tunnel and she honestly could not complain. She loved the feeling of his sperm blasting into her uterus through her cervix. Letty loved every moment of it, in fact. She just thought it was a bit rude to do so after fucking another mare.

Jet watched as this occurred. Part of her felt a little slighted. However, the other part of her thought that getting pregnant right now would be a huge problem, so this was for the best.

The three of them got their clothes back on as silently as they could. Letty was forced to put her underwear back on with her pussy filled to the brim. It was uncomfortable to say the least, but with the mess they already left there, she didn’t want to make it any worse. Their clothes back on and the spot wiped down enough, they made their way toward the door.

“Dude! It’s Rainscald and Spider-Mare!” One of the guys at the theater shouted and pointed toward them. At first they thought they were going to be trampled by a crowd. They simply waved at them all and they all cheered. To their surprise, they simply turned back around and continued to watch the movie.

“Sweet lord, that was close.” Letty said as they exited the theater. “So, what now?”

“Well, the convention is almost over for today,” Fable checked his phone. “And we all know that Sundays suck at these things, so I’m thinking we should go ahead and go home.” Fable walked with them to the room and gathered their bags of loot and personal belongings.

“Yeah I was thinking the same thing.” Letty said as she scratched her cheek underneath her mask. “I am seriously tired.”

“Well, it’s been a…” Jet cleared her throat. “Pleasure. But I think I’m just gonna go ahead and call it quits.” She strapped her side pack onto her shoulder and started following them out of the convention.

“Call it quits?” Fable asked as he got out his car keys. “You mean you’re not gonna print the article?”

“Pretty much. It’s like you said, I’m suffering from extreme writer’s block. I couldn’t rub two words together.” She looked to see Letty wrap her arm around her shoulder.

“Oh really?” Letty had a sly grin, which showed because only half of her face was covered by her mask, while her eyes were covered in those white ovals with black borders. “If I remember correctly, you seemed to be scratching down some words while you were watching us ‘demonstrate.’”

Jet’s eyes widened. Not only had she forgotten about that, but she had hoped they didn’t notice at the time.

“Yeah, that is true.” Fable concurred. “It seems we may have a cure for your writer’s block after all. Not to mention, I have a few tricks of the trade for dealing with it.”

“Oh really? Pray tell what are these so-call ‘tricks of the--”

Jet leaned her head onto the seat of the couch cushion as he pushed the whole length of his cock into her. She howled with absolute delight! They were all naked, wet with foreplay and rearing to go as Letty lied underneath Jet longways on the couch. She was in the sixty-nine position so she could watch those balls pat against Jet’s wet cunt.

“Now, remember that the words will come to you, you just need to leave your mind open for them to begin to flow.” Fable instructed as he pistoned into her like an engine. That was enough to get her fire blazing up. Letty took it a step further and attached her mouth to Jet’s clitoris, starting to lick at the same rhythm she was getting fucked.

Jet’s already tight pussy tunnel began to shrink and strangle the life out of his penis. He kept pushing through and it wasn’t long at all before Jet reached her forth or fifth orgasm for that day. She had lost count in the throes of lust. Her large breasts dangled beneath her. Letty’s mouth moved from her snatch and connected to Fable’s balls. She began to give them a good licking.

“Oh--fuck! Then what?” Jet managed to ask as she felt her pussy getting pounded like it owed Fable money. She was only barely able to follow what he said. Normally, getting fucked was no hindrance on a conversation. However, she was still getting into the swing of things, and Fable was not pulling his thrusts. He wielded his huge cock with both precision and skill.

“You just need to find the words to unlock that door.” Fable leaned forward and grabbed her swinging tits, cupping them with firm hands. “It needs to feel like they are words you would say, and you just need to remember how to use them. After that, just let them guide you.”

Once he said that, he started banging the white mare, making her cry out. Their privates pounded together, his cock knocked against her uterus entrance and her mind just went berserk. With another orgasm kicking off, her juices shot out onto Letty’s face. The yellow pegasus smiled and started to slather her cunt with saliva from her tongue.

“Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes! Fuck! It feels sooo good! Fuck my pussy! Harder!” Her breath started darting in and out of her lungs. Her blue and white mane was all over the place, and her eyes couldn’t stay open for long before they clenched shut again. “Are there--OH!!-any other pointers you could--nnnnn!-- give me?”

“Yeah!” His eyes were also closed as Letty’s tongue started to lick his balls as they passed her. His cock grew far more solid and his tip began to balloon just a little. “It may sound a bit strange.” His breath started pumping harder. “But I want you to write a letter--mmm!--to your writer’s block.”

“A what?” She looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. However, that was when she felt semen begin to flood her insides. This pushed her over the edge again, making her tremble all over. Even when he had already cum, he had enough to drown her pussy in hot spunk. All of the scares of being pregnant didn’t even occur to her in that moment, nor did the fact that he was cumming in her in front of his girlfriend. She looked down between her legs to see that Letty was rubbing herself off at the visage before her.

“A letter.” Fable finally said as he pulled out of Jet. As soon as he did, Quick Bullet began to lick all of the loose sperm off of her pussy, making her tremble with the raw feeling of a tongue against her very sensitive vagina. “I want you to write a letter to your writer’s block and tell it to go away.”

Fable migrated from behind Jet to infront of her. He picked Letty’s hips up and pushed his dick into her without missing a beat. Letty moaned into Jet’s pussy hard!

“Just go into details on what you want to write about, why you want the writer’s block to go away, and how much you do not like it. Be as harsh as you want to and as forthcoming as you want to. You will not hurt your writer’s block’s feelings.” Fable talked as if the writer’s block was a living breathing creature as he fucked his marefriend’s cunt right in front of her. He slid in deep and pounded her poor pussy as her big yellow tits bobbed all around underneath Jet.

“And that will--mmm!-- work?” Jet asked as Letty started sucking her pussy without mercy.

“It worked for me.” Fable grinned at her but then cringed as he, once again, pumped Letty full of more cum, making her climax. “So, it’s worth a shot.”

Dear Writer’s Block,

There was a lot of shit you put me through back in Manehattan. Thanks to you, I was out a job and out an apartment that I really liked. Because of you, I have missed three important deadlines and was forced to move away from my home. I have to tell you, I’d be a lot more pissed if it weren’t for the fact that without you, I would never have come to Ranchtown and gotten a fresh start with some really good ponies. Well, now I have a fairly decent job again. However, when I wrote my latest article, there was still traces of you.

I don’t want any traces of you. Before you, I was happily writing five thousand words a day. I could out-write any of those bums back in Manehattan and I could out type any secretary I wanted to. So, do me a favor and fuck off! I am ready to write again! I may even want to write a novel while I’m here in Ranchtown, it could happen! I have made some new friends and Fable said I could come to him for any advice or “exercises” I needed to clear my head and get me ready to write again. I like being a journalist, and I like being able to express myself through words. If you want to bother me again, then I’ll be ready for you next time, but for now, go the hell away.

Have some milk then shove the glass up your ass! I don’t need you, I don’t even want you in my life! No one needs you! Piss off! Please, don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re the worst thing this entire writing world could ever conceive of outside of cold coffee and wannabes saying “I can write, I just don’t have time.”

I hope we can still have a relationship after this, Writer’s Block, I still need a place on the sidewalk that I can walk by and spit on. So if you could fill that position, I would really appreciate it. Thanks, and have fun playing hide and go FUCK YOURSELF!

I love you very much,
Jet <3