Fallout Equestria: The Pact

It had been a long time since Marina had shared any kind of intimacy, with anyone. Zecora was the first pony she could remember opening up to in... years, really. And it was clear that Zecora hadn't talked to anyone about her own issues for a long time, likely even longer than Marina had.

Marina didn't really know how it happened. They had just been talking, gazing into each other's eyes: Zecora rhymed now and then, but she had seemed to be relaxing, loosening up, and that was resulting in her making more half-rhymes and sly wordplay. Marina could feel her emotions, and the zebra had looked so much more vibrant now, alive and energized from that little drink she'd taken. And of course, Marina herself had been feeling good herself: well-rested, with a sense of connection to Zecora that was amplifying her own fluster and bluster.

They had been moving closer, and closer. Sharing smiles, drinking some old liquor that Zecora had offered her. Maybe that was part of what helped loosen them both up enough for this to happen, as they leaned in, sharing breath, studying each other, before they kissed.

Marina could taste the faintest hint of copper in Zecora's mouth; she wondered if Zecora could feel her own emotions and energy reverberating through Marina's body, enhancing that link, that ability to act and react and reflect that all Changelings naturally had. But she wasn't just reflecting Zecora: she wanted this. It had been a terribly long time, and she had been starved of the physical as much as everything else...

The kiss broke, but only for a moment: their mouths joined again, pushing together fiercer, harder, more passionately. Their tongues wrestled, before Marina's chased Zecora's as it drew back, and she felt the sharp teeth of the vampire graze her, making her tingle.

She moaned softly into the zebra's jaws as she felt Zecora's hooves stroke slowly along her body, feeling where flesh met metal, feeling both illusory skin and real carapace beneath it. The zebra seemed to naturally home in on every sensitive inch of her body, finding all the places she liked to be touched, all the places that fueled that fire burning in her loins.

Her own metal hooves trailed across Zecora's body, and her attunement to the zebra helped guide her, helped her find all the right places to touch, all the tender spots on the zebra's frame. The faintest whisper of memories paged through her mind as she stroked over Zecora's chest, as she let the pressure increase slightly, pushing on her but not to push her away, or push her back.

She felt Zecora grind back against her, heard a murmur from her before she slid her hooves up, wrapping her forelegs around Marina's neck and pulling her in. Marina let her own forelegs slide past, her hooves trailing down the mare's back, working gently along her spine.

Their mouths parted, and Zecora buried her face against Zecora's neck, and somehow, the feel of those sharp teeth grazing her flesh made it all the more erotic, Marina shivering as the zebra took small nips down her throat. The Changeling's eyes half-lidded as her breath caught a little in her throat, chewing on her lip as she tilted her head to the side and she gave a soft groan of pleasure.

Zecora breathed in, inhaling, tasting Marina's unique essence as she nuzzled upwards, feeling the Changeling's mane waft gently against her face as she kissed just under and beyond her jaw. Her other hoof slid down, down, down, over Marina's stomach, over her trembling belly, searching lower... but not too low, not yet, as her other foreleg squeezed around her neck and almost possessed her with its grip, as she whispered something in her native tongue.

Marina didn't understand the words, but she understood the tone, the emotion, the sensation, as she ground herself eagerly into the zebra with a soft gasp, urging her to explore her body, giving herself to the mare completely. But while Zecora was eager, she was patient, too, clearly wanting to draw this pleasure out, to indulge, to enjoy this for as long as she possibly could...

Zecora breathed out as Marina slid her face down to rest it against her shoulder, the Changeling thrumming against her as she clutched into the zebra, panting her name. Zecora murmured something back in her own language as she pushed slowly forwards, and Marina slid willingly to the ground on her back, spreading her legs around the mare submissively, feeling the zebra grind down into her, pushing against her, kissing and nipping down her throat to her chest as her hooves stroked slowly across Marina's barrel.

Marina loved the way that Zecora took control, ruled her body as she explored it, moving Marina around with a gentle firmness as she kept in close contact, pressed into her, heedless of her prosthetic limbs. Those mechanical legs had enough power to crush a pony, but the way Zecora moved her around made Marina feel like she was helpless in the best of ways beneath the zebra mare.

Zecora's kisses trailed down her chest, and Marina squirmed helplessly on her back as she felt the zebra's strong hooves rubbing down her sides, stroking along her ribs before moving slowly downwards towards her hips as she ground down into her.

Marina arched her back and pushed up against her, and Zecora ground back, sliding her body sinuously against her, renewing the pin even as she traced kisses downwards. Marina shivered in pleasure as the zebra's lips trailed down, down, down, before she gasped quietly as she felt the mare's mouth gently settle on her groin, kissing just above her vagina.

Her labia flexed, her legs shifting as the lips of her sex blossomed, and Zecora leaned down and mouthed her clitoris for a moment, making the unicorn whimper and flex, her eyes rolling in her head as she gave a few short little gasps. Her hips bucked helpless, almost begging for more, the pleasure already a wildfire through her body: it had just been so long since she had shared this kind of affection, and...

Zecora leaned down, mouthing her sex, tongue twisting into her passage; her hooves slid slowly along Marina's thighs, stroking over the metal that trembled as if it was flesh, that shifted as if Marina could feel those touches stroking upwards, inwards, before her hooves moved up to her stomach, playing across her belly as her lips met the lips of the mare's sex. She kissed into it, working her mouth against it slowly, deliberately, her body shivering in pleasure as her own hips rocked helplessly.

She could taste Marina; she could taste the Changeling, her blood, her essence, more; her body was alive with those sensations and a thousand other delights her heightened senses were drinking greedily in.

She breathed in the scent, the taste of the mare as she slid her hooves down to grasp her hips, and Marina moaned helplessly as her eyes rolled in her head, grasping at her face, shuddering with bliss. Her hips rocked against Zecora's muzzle as the zebra skillfully twisted her long, thick tongue into her depths, as she found every sensitive crevice and nerve, as her lips teased at her labia and those sharp teeth grazed her clitoris and made her whole body shake...

Marina groaned as her hips rocked, flushing in almost embarrassment as she bit one of her hooves as she felt her body give in to the almost-alien pleasure, her hips bucking hard, a short gasp escaping her jaws as she felt the heat in her body become overwhelming and her nectar bursting from her sex in a sudden wave, her sweet juices filling Zecora's muzzle as the zebra buried her face into the Changeling's sex to drink as deeply of that overflowing chalice as she could.

Her own eyes fluttered, closing as she drank down the liquids of the mare, a shudder running through her body as she flexed and dug her hooves into Marina's hips, almost pulling her further into her face as she gave a low rumble of pleasure as her maw pressed deeper into the Changeling's sex.

A bit of that delicious nectar spilled along her chin, painted her cheeks, and Zecora licked her lips slowly before she rose her head with a short breath of pleasure, half-lidding her eyes with a low rumble as she murmured: “I see I'm not the only one who has been a bit pent up...”

Marina giggled a little at the lack of rhyme, not knowing why that stood out so much to her, but her head was swimming with pleasure as her hips rocked slowly before she groaned quietly as Zecora teasingly stroked along her moist, burning loins, doing her best to bite back a moan of pleasure before she managed out: “You... you don't have to-”

“I don't, but I want to.” Zecora leaned to the side, kissing across one of Marina's metal thighs before she half-lidded her eyes as she teased: “Or are you that eager to return the favor, Marina?”

“I am...” Marina almost wheezed, as she arched her back, feeling as Zecora's muzzle stroked along her labia, nudging her clitoris before her tongue sank into her sex again, tasting her, teasing her, torturing her with those flicks of pleasure that kept her fire burning hot. She was edging her, drawing her out, always avoiding contact with anything that would do too much: provoking her passions with her patience, skillfully skimming across her sensitive regions.

Marina writhed, then gasped softly as Zecora slid up between her legs, hooves gently but firmly pinning her back as the mare leaned over her and bore down against her, their mouths meeting in a hungry kiss that Marina was all too eager to return. She faintly tasted herself in the salacious mare's muzzle, her eyes half-closing as she gave a soft moan into her jaws before she gasped quietly when she felt Zecora's hooves stroke down her body...

Her own slid across Zecora's frame, feeling the strength hidden in that slender, beautiful form, the way her body flexed, made the stripes across her hide dance and sway like they were serpents. Marina shuddered, gripping into the vampire's body, squeezing her down with more strength than she would dare use on a normal pony, but the zebra only gave the softest groan, her back arching in pleasure, not pain, as she pushed just as firmly down into Marina.

Their mouths worked together, hungrily, as Marina's metal hooves slid slowly down the zebra's back to her rump, one hoof squeezing into her cropped tail, the other sliding down to her shapely hindquarters.

Marina rocked her hips upwards as she half-pulled, half-guided Zecora's own body into rolling, almost thrusting into her, gasping softly as they ground together with delicious friction. She gasped softly, her eyes fluttering as she hooked her rear legs around the zebra, her forehooves gripping harder into her rump, shivering in pleasure as she pulled the mare against her again, her glistening nectar polishing her metal thighs as her sex flexed eagerly at the faintest brush of contact.

She groaned in pleasure, her eyes fluttering, their bodies shuddering, pushing themselves together as Marina gasped out something that sounded like 'more!' And even if her mouth could barely form the word, her whole body screamed with desire so loud that Zecora was already moving to grind into her, harder, fiercer, kissing her, nipping at her, grinding down into the Changeling as they grasped and squeezed and crushed into each other as if they were trying to force their bodies to merge into one in more than a metaphorical sense.

Marina tilted her head to the side as Zecora nuzzled into her neck, and she moaned as the mare's teeth grazed against her vulnerable throat before she gasped when they sank into her neck: not deep enough to draw blood, just enough to leave pinpricks of red.

She held onto Marina's neck for a moment, forcibly tilting her head back, and Marina arched her back with a low groan and rocked her hips back against the zebra mare with a shudder of pleasure, giving a short, breathy gasp.

Then Zecora's teeth slid away, leaving a few thin scratches as she gave a low groan, her back arching, grinding herself down into the mare again, bucking against her as Marina rollicked her hips hard back against the zebra mare. They rolled together before Zecora shifted her weight, bringing a rear leg up and over Marina's body as she shifted to a sitting position, then leaned further back, not hooking her leg but instead stretching it out over the Changeling's body.

Groin pressed to groin as the zebra shifted herself against the Changeling, who rolled slightly to better allow their trembling lips to kiss, the wet, burning hot sex of the unicorn almost greedily flexing against the zebra's own.

They ground together, legs spreading and welcoming their partner, then closing against one-another, half-twining around each other's bodies as they rocked and rubbed together slowly and deliciously. Marina groaned in delight as Zecora breathed a little harder, a little hotter, thrusting herself against the Changeling mare as her whole body thrummed with pleasure and lust.

They rocked together firmly, and Marina anchored herself against the floor as she rolled her hips back against Zecora, who pushed back just as firmly against Marina's eager bucks. The zebra thrust and gyrated her hips, hard and strong and fast and perfectly in control as she looked down at the mare with half-lidded eyes, watching how Marina squirmed and spasmed, voicing every change in pleasure, whimpering and crying out and shuddering in bliss that she gave full vent to through the shaking and shimmying of her body.

Zecora moved harder, firmer, grinding herself all the fiercer into Marina as her clitoris scraped deliciously against the mare's burning labia. She felt a thrum run down her spine as she shifted to give herself more leverage, feeling their legs clutching at one another, the way Marina rocked and responded to her as she burned with eagerness and passion.

They thrust, ground, crushed together, and then Marina arched her back wit ha groan, flushing deeply as she gasped for breath, the pleasure from the zebra's contact, the zebra's emotions, the way Zecora handled her, all of it overwhelming her and becoming too much to bear.

She cried out in delight as she orgasmed again, her eyes rolling back in her head, her body quaking with delight and relief as her cunt flexed powerfully, grasping helplessly at the mare's lips even as her nectar whirled out of her in a hot rush. She groaned and shuddered, almost drooling as her forehooves dug against the floor and her hind legs squeezed around Zecora's body, nothing but a trembling, gasping, helpless mess of a mare.

As her orgasm petered out, she sank to the ground, breathing hard, as Zecora almost purred and rocked her hips slowly, licking her lips as she ground her moist sex into the filthy wetness of Marina's still-shivering lips. The zebra leaned forwards over her, rolling Marina onto her back before she could speak or resist, and then she pinned her by the shoulders as she leaned her weight down on her, kissing her firmly.

Their mouths worked hungrily together, Marina's eyes fluttering closed as she moaned helplessly into her jaws, hooves stroking eagerly over Zecora's body, grasping into her, almost whimpering for her before she breathed as their lips parted: “You still haven't-”

“Yes, but you feel me all the same, don't you, and how much I'm enjoying this?” Zecora slowly stroked a hoof across Marina's chest, their eyes meeting, the two pressing together as Marina almost shyly slid her hoof up to lock with the mare's, gazing at her through fluttering eyes as a smile crested her steamed cheeks. “And I think it must have been longer for you, than for me...”

“Yes.” Marina admitted after a moment, shivering as she felt Zecora's other hoof stroke down, gripping into her sex, making her squirm a bit as she gave a little gasp before she tilted her head back and whispered: “And you... you take control so well...”

“Some habits never change, that's all.” Zecora murmured, leaning down and kissing Marina's neck before she half-lidded her eyes as she scraped her throat tenderly with her teeth, and it sent a thrill through the Changeling as she gave another breathy moan. “And the smells, the tastes, the sounds... it makes the hunger in me rebound...”

“I'm all yours...” Marina answered without hesitation, squeezing into Zecora's hoof before she wrapped her other foreleg around her neck, sliding her legs up to squeeze her fiercely around the waist as she looked into her eyes. “All yours.”

“I know.” Zecora whispered in her ear, and those were among the sweetest words she had ever heard before she shuddered as the zebra nipped her ear before nuzzling into her neck, and then she smiled slightly as she gently grasped Marina and rolled with her, pulling her on top of her body; and yet the zebra mare held her with ease, her form strong and solid under her, her forelegs wrapping around her and pulling her down into another short, wonderful kiss for a moment before she said softly: “And you have seen me, Marina... will you show me you?”

Marina bit her lip for a moment, and then she nodded after a few seconds, taking a breath as her metal hooves slid out to either side of Zecora, and a shimmer traveled over her body before her glammer rapidly withdrew, revealing her Changeling body in all its chitinous glory. Or well... perhaps 'glory' wasn't the right word for it right now, considering the lack of care or grooming. Her chitin was a little rough in places, she was speckled instead of polished, her mane was a mess. Her eyes shone with her vitality, though, and Zecora gazed up into these, and through them she saw Marina as the Changeling asked hesitantly: “Well, what do you think?”

Zecora slid her forelegs up around the drone's neck, then gently pulled her down, and kissed her. And Marina melted against her, trembling as she pushed her body down against Zecora's, breathing out into the zebra, and then breathing in the mare's air, tasting her, feeling her love and essence and lust swirling all around her as her body trembled with delight and desire and pure, unadulterated joy at her acceptance.

Their mouths worked together for a few moments before Zecora felt something pressing into her, and as they parted, a slight smile spread across her muzzle as her hands stroked down, one stroking gently under Marina's body and grasping into a new piece of anatomy. Marina flushed deep red, having forgotten that when she dispelled her polymorph, all of her true characteristics came out... but Zecora only looked at her with amusement as she felt that half-hard shaft bulging in her hoof, teasing softly: “I should have remembered all drones must be male... and I can already feel you getting as hard as a rail...”

“I hope it's... not a problem.” Marina mumbled awkwardly, thinking of past encounters that hadn't gone so well when she'd suddenly sprouted a penis. But Zecora answered by stroking that length, and Marina gasped a bit as she flushed and lowered her head against the zebra's shoulder submissively, unable to help from rocking her hips into the grip of the zebra as she breathed: “I... think of myself as Marina still. I am Marina, a mare, a mare that just... has...”

“A mare with a penis? I suppose I've seen stranger.” Zecora teased,, and Marina blushed but smiled before she squeezed Marina gently around the neck as she stroked that length again, feeling it pulse in her grip, feeling her hardening, throbbing, as the Changeling hesitantly settled her body over her. She could feel her weight, her heat, her shaft sandwiched between them and her testicles, bloated with unspent load... “And with you, Marina, I know there's no danger...”

“I'm all yours.” Marina said again, blushing a bit, and then she closed her eyes when Zecora kissed the junction of her neck and shoulder, shivering before she felt the zebra shifting beneath her, and she naturally slid herself into a better position, not letting herself doubt, or worry: instead, she put those anxieties aside and let Zecora guide her, let Zecora take all the control away, and give her that leadership and love and guidance that she needed.

Slowly, the head of her cock pressed its way to Zecora's wet, eager sex, a bit of the zebra's juices leaking out around those lips before she gasped softly as Marina slid into her, spreading her in a way she hadn't felt for months, perhaps years. She arched her back slightly, gripping into Marina, pulling and guiding her forwards, and the Changeling gasped a little as she felt that hot, wet tightness envelop her shaft, squeezing around her length as it sank into the mare.

She felt herself press to the hilt, her balls slapping gently against the zebra's rump as Zecora's hind legs wrapped around her, her front hooves sliding up to her shoulders. The zebra arched her back slightly and gave a low sound of pleasure under her, eyes half-lidded as she licked her lips slowly before she murmured something, slipping back to her native dialect without realizing it, but it was clear enough what she wanted, and Marina was more than willing to give it to her.

She thrust, grinding herself into the zebra's depths, feeling the head of her shaft pressing deep into the zebra, and Zecora arched her back with a groan as her passage clenched powerfully around the Changeling's member like a vise. She bucked her hips, and Marina allowed the rock of her body to press her backwards, her shaft sliding back before she pushed forwards again, sinking her cock once more into the depths of the zebra.

Zecora groaned again, whispering something to her, something hot and lusty and positive, and Marina flushed as she leaned herself down into the zebra. With how solid and strong she was, she didn't have to worry about her weight on the mare, or the grip of her metal hooves: she was able to grind down against her, thrusting slowly but firmly as Zecora easily bore back against her, if anything only groaning for more.

And Marina was all too happy to give the zebra what she wanted, thrusting a little harder, a little faster, gradually letting her speed and strength build as she leaned down into Zecora and nuzzled into her, grinding her body down into the beautiful form of the zebra mare as she gave a quiet moan of her own into her neck.

Zecora's forelegs wrapped around her as her hindlegs rubbed and squeezed into her waist, the mare moaning quietly as she rocked herself back against her thrusts. Her loins quivered around the shaft penetrating into her depths, her body flexing with growing desire and passion as she gasped out a little, clinging to the mare as the Changeling thrust into her in quickening rhythm.

The zebra groaned and flushed in pleasure as her body suddenly bucked, her hips rocking hard, her head rolling back as her passage clenched rhythmically around the mare's cock, and her fluids gushed down that thrusting length, further lubricating the way for her and urging Marina to thrust faster, harder, a faint wet slapping filling the air as the heavy balls of the Changeling struck the moistened rump of the zebra, sending up splatters of her fluids. Their bodies worked together, thrusting, grinding, rocking into each other as Zecora gave short, panting breaths, whispering words of pleasure in her own language and urging Marina own as her hooves dug against the carapace over her back.

Marina began to thrust harder, faster, urged on by every reaction of the zebra, by the emotions that filled the air around her and her own rapidly-escalating pleasure. She thrust harder, faster, leaning down against the zebra, feeling her hips bucking and her back arching to give the Changeling an even better angle as her metal hooves slid down to grasp the zebra's waist.

Her weight rose and fell as her rear hooves dug against the floor, giving herself more leverage to thrust as she gritted her teeth and rested her head against the zebra's neck. She felt one of Zecora's hooves reach up and tangle in her mane, squeezing her down, urging her own as she whispered into her ear: Marina couldn't understand the language, but what she was saying was all too clear.

She thrust faster, relentless, picking up speed as the zebra moved back against her with just as much passion, suppressed lust breaking loose as the mare demanded more, more, more from her. And Marina was all too happy to give her just what she wanted as he cock tore into Zecora's depths, as she pressed down into her, pinned her under her body, obeyed the zebra's every gasped order.

Her testicles beat in a rapid rhythm against the zebra's rump as he thrusts became harder, shorter, faster, a staccato that pounded in and out of the mare before Marina gritted her teeth. She could feel herself stiffening, throbbing, thickening inside the mare, her cockhead flaring, fighting the urge to release as her shaft twitched and flexed with every punch of her member into the zebra's depths before Zecora cried out, and the second orgasm that burst through the zebra was too much for Marina to bear, the pleasure overwhelming both her mind and her body as her sex clenched like a vise and milked her throbbing cock for all that it had.

She thrust hard as thick, heavy spurts of her Changeling seed blasted into Zecora's body, dribbles of her hot cum splattering back out of her sex, mixed with the nectar of the zebra as Marina cried out as loudly as Zecora with her orgasm. Her body shook with rapture as she pistoned unevenly in and out of the mare, and Zecora cried out beneath her, clutching into her, head lolling back and eyes staring at the ceiling with delight as she felt their orgasms mix, felt their bodies burning, responding to one another, urging one another on until they eventually, finally, sank into relieved relaxation.

Marina rested over her, and Zecora held her around the neck, stroking her mane tenderly, cradling the Changeling's body atop her own. One of her legs slid loose, but she could still feel the mare buried inside her, could still feel her length twitching, flexing, as their mixed juices leaked down her thigh and along the cleft of her shapely rump.

Marina panted quietly against her neck, eyes mostly closed, expression of pleasure so intense it looked like pain. She shivered as Zecora shifted, her body helpless to do anything but buck a little in response, before she smiled embarrassedly when the zebra kissed her neck, squeezing her tenderly as her legs slid away and she rocked her hips slowly against her, her passage clenching once around the mare's cock.

Marina licked her own lips, then she bowed her head against Zecora, grunting quietly as she shifted to pull herself free before she blushed as she settled on top of the zebra again, her soaked cock leaking a bit against the zebra's stomach as they lay together on the warm floor. But Zecora made no move to shift, to pull away, and so she settled after a few moments, feeling herself gradually growing flaccid even as stirs of pleasure continued to tickle through her body, as she and Zecora silently explored one-another's forms with hooves and eyes and touch and taste, reveling in every sensation that came and was given from each other until Marina murmured shyly: “Thank you.”

Zecora smiled, and Marina smiled back, and the two rubbed their muzzles together slowly before the zebra gently kissed her lips. They shared breath and taste and emotion, then rested with their heads together, vampire and Changeling, mares, and lovers.

Their eyes closed, and they were as one, as they lay together on the floor, and for the first time in many years, both of them felt like they had something more to live for than just the daily grind. For the first time in many years, they felt as if they had somewhere they belonged... and someone they could belong with.