My Little Wet Dream...

The moment I woke up, I tried to recall what in particular had knocked me unconscious. I looked over myself and the small bed I was laying on. For once I wasn’t in a fucking horrible state of health. Getting up was easy, as I took in the rest of my… Cell? It was a small room with bare grey walls, reminding me a little too much of my stable’s lock up. If the whole wasteland escapade was a dream I had in jail… Well, I was gonna make Celestia with a Hemorrhoid look downright pleasant. When I finally walked to the edge of the room and rapped my hoof against the door, it just swung open. The corridor outside was nearly pitchblack, with only flickering fluorescent tubes overhead. I guess I wasn’t locked in.

For the next few minutes I was left only with a strange sense of displacement mixed with familiarity as I searched the room. There was a single dresser, which I ransacked in short order. A jumpsuit emblazoned with the number 76. Okay, I awoke in a stable I’ve never heard of before. In the bottom, buried under the multiple jumpsuits, was a screwdriver and a set of bobby pins.

“Weird,” I said to no-one in particular. This place was already getting to me. Then again, empty stables had always freaked me out. Memories of that stable full of magical hybrids shot through my mind. I had nearly lost my first friend. Speaking of which, I needed to find him, and Velvet.

I was nearly ready to start stumbling out into the darkness when I heard hoofsteps from the hallway. All I had was a stable suit and a screwdriver. But in spite of that, I knew I was ready. I had slayed a dragon… Even if I’d never gotten laid. The creature walking down the hall was drawing closer, so I hid in the corner and readied myself to stab it anywhere that looked important.

When the creature poked their head in, I hesitated because it was a pony, and not a raidery looking one either.

“Is your suit really tight too? Or is it just me?” The mare said before stepping into the room and smirking at me.

“Uh, a little?” I responded as I got over my shock. She was a big girl. Easily bigger than most stallions, and when I lowered my screwdriver she spun herself around and flicked her tail up. That stable suit was tight. With her blonde tail out of the way, I could see the curve of her rump and thighs. I could almost make out her-

“See what I mean?” She said before dancing herself around and locking eyes with me. The mare had to look down, a lot.

“Y-yeah,” I giggled nervously before looking at my own rump. I didn’t quite have the same pop as she did.

“Lemme guess, you woke up in that bed, and are really fucking confused about everything?”

“Yes,” I managed to speak after nodding along to her words.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I didn’t even get a screwdriver, I got a detonator for plastic explosives.” She said to me, her blue eyes expressing a kind of anger at the universe I had only recently become acquainted with.

“Is it supposed to be based on our talents?” I asked replied quickly, the obvious question being asked.

“Well, we have a sample size of two, but I’m guessing you’re good with locks, because I’m the mare with Bombastic flanks.”

“Wanna exchange names?” I asked her after a second, she was an extrovert, but as much as I was used to ponies not knowing my name, I wanted to avoid it from now on.

“Icepick, Knight Third Class.” She raised an unshorn hoof and held it before me. I met hers with my notably smaller hoof before trying to give her a brisk shake. I failed.

“Littlepip, Pipbuck Technician, technically unemployed.” She chuckled a little at that before nodding sympathetically.

“Honestly, Pip, is it alright if I call you that? I haven’t done much other than radio interviews and listening to records for the last two weeks. Apparently when your buckfriend loots gold off of a body, it pays.” My ears fell a little as I realized she probably didn’t swing my way. Not that anyone ever wanted to be with a small gay mare with a penchant for breaking locks.

“Are you also in the swashbuckling business?” I asked nervously, because she looked like a better fit for it than me. She looked like she could cold cock a raider with her bare hooves.

“Is that what we’re calling it now?” Icepick asked with a laugh.

“Do you have a better euphemism?” I asked her with a touch of annoyance in my voice.

“Not really, yours is pretty good. But yeah, I’ve buckled some squashes in my time, it’s been a short term gig though. It all started when I got separated from the rest of my unit and got saved from my mortal enemy by a stallion with a weird accent.”

“Huh, that’s pretty close to my story too.” I shrugged and felt my stomach rumble.

“Down to the cute boy with the weird accent?” I blushed at her words, Calamity wasn’t cute. Maybe handsome? Dashing? I mean, for a stallion. I was caught in thought when she dipped down and ruffled my mane. It wasn’t a noogie, just a solid ruffle like I’d seen older siblings give younger ones.

“Is he your first crush? I mean you do look kinda young? How old are you?” Icepick asked after moving back to friendly, yet respectable distance.

“N-no, and I’m eighteen, just kinda small.”

“I see, well seeing as we’re both swashbucklers, and separated from our normal companions and or sources of support, I say we explore this creepy ass Stable.”

“Good idea, can you take the lead though… You’re bigger! Probably had a more fulfilling life!”

“I know you just wanna stare at my ass, but I’ll oblige you little pony, on one condition.” It took me a moment get over that half truth. I had a less than wholesome desire to have her sit on my face. I could die happily then.

“And that is?” I asked normally enough, even if my face was probably closer to apple red than the normal grey.

“If I say you’re my sister, then just play along,” Icepick finished with a devious smile. “If you’re wondering, I’m pretty sure all of this is just a really, really detailed dream.”

“O-okay!” I responded gingerly, looking out towards the barely lit hallway. I did feel a lot better with another pony next to me.

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“There we go!” I yelled in triumph. The screwdriver in my magic floated a little higher than usual. Our vending machine stood basically unaltered, just missing a key component. A grill that kept things from floating out stood on the ground next to several screws.
“We could’ve just tipped it over,” she paused and looked at my wounded expression. “Good stuff Pip. Now feed your older sister some of that delicious pre-war garbage.”
“I’m gonna tell mom,” I wailed jokingly as I started grabbing oodles of flank enlarging snack food from the interior of the vending machine. Oddly enough, it was on, and it had a slot for bits. I guess this stable was supposed to maintain some kind of economy… Which was odd. Mine worked on ration cards and common cafeterias.

We munched away for a few minutes, only exchanging a few words and filling a few of our pockets with the overly sweet food- Icepick jumped and faced the connecting hallway, the one with a faintly glowing sign that said atrium. Sats told me that there was a pony coming up the hall. Yellow bar.

“She’s yellow,” I whispered to Icepick.

“What does that mean?” She answered stress evident in her voice.

“Is your Sats not on?”

“What?” Her voice cut out when she saw the pony come into view. It was just a mare wearing a stable suit like us. Her mane was equally red and black, and her coat would’ve been white if not for her lack of hygiene.

“Hey, don’t uh, assume the worst, I swear I’m not raidery.” Her voice was about what you would expect from another Stable pony. I flushed when her eyes dipped over my body.

“Explain that term please?” Icepick asked her softly. “I’ve heard her say it twice and now you’re spouting, all without knowing one another previously.”

“Like Raiders, they attack ponies?” The new mare said automatically. Shrugging her shoulder before levitating over a snack cake from our dinner pile.

“So, a highway mare? Brigand?” Icepick asked her incredulously.

“Where the fuck is she from? The island of clydesdales?” Blackjack asked me to which, I shrugged and watched these two introverts size each-other up. I didn’t want to get involved for practical reasons, and because this felt like a kind of cosmic punishment for both of them. Though I hoped similarity wouldn’t breed full on contempt…

“Ramsgard, though I was taken here from Paradise,” Icepick responded with a nonplussed tone, though she looked down at her own hooves just long enough for me to notice. I liked unshorn fetlocks-

“I’m from the Hoof, the worstest place on this hellworld,” Black and Red shot back before offering a hoof to the larger mare. I just continued to munch this candy mare composed of Peanuts and Caramel. Fuckin’ delicious.

“I’m from stable two, have you seen any stallions with weird accents?” I asked her with at least half of the candy bar still in my mouth.

“You’re the first ponies I’ve come across after waking up in a really dreary room.”

“Same.” Icepick belted out after hearing Red and Black tell us what we expected. “I’m Icepick and that’s uh, Littlepip. Don’t be worried by that screwdriver, she’s only used it to violate a vending machine so far.”

“Blackjack, I used to work a security team in Stable ninety-nine. So what was that about males?”

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“Eww, just eww,” I said as the three of us walked towards the Atrium. I now knew that ninety-nine was not a good place, though Icepick’s home wasn’t that much better.
“Yeah, I mean, I don’t know either of my parents, but at least I know my dad wasn’t taken out behind a shed and shot,” Icepick agreed with a sour expression written across her muzzle.
“I didn’t set up the system,” Blackjack defended herself. Though the fact she even felt comfortable enough to tell us about it at all said something.
“I don’t blame that poor stallion, fuck if I had a couple paladins and actual equipment- Well, lets just say I’m not opposed to putting ponies against the wall.” There was an anger in her voice that scared me a little, I hoped that I would never end up in a situation where I had to make choices like that. Then again, I had helped wipe out Appaloosa. I shook my head and tried not to think about where BJ came from.

“I mean- if it had been anyone other than Deus and a merry band of Raiders I would’ve taken their side,” Blackjack replied with an icey tone.

“Other than that Deus monstrosity, I think we could’ve stopped that from happening. It’s troubling to hear about the motherland in such dire straits,” Icepick tried to be sympathetic, but even her casual nature had been disturbed by what Blackjack said.

“Yeah, well, if I had suits of power armour and heavy artillery at my disposal I wouldn’t be scared of Raiders either…” We had finally arrived at the doors to the Atrium. I took the lead and hooked up my Pipbuck to the door panel.

“Ideally, you would want to peacefully integrate the ponies of the hoof into a productive society. There’s no morality to hoarding guns and armour if you don’t use them purposefully.”

“Security is supposed to save ponies. Not just blow them away.”

“That’s mature of you,” Icepick gave her a backhanded compliment that even stung for me.

“You remind me of my mom, such high fucking expectations,” Blackjack shot back, fangs bared.

“I’m glad I don’t remind you of your father,” Icepick shot back with a laugh.

I looked back and I stared at the two of them. First at Blackjack and then Icepick. “Fillies please, I’m trying to-” A loud static filled the air from my Pipbuck.
It resolved itself as we all turned to stare at it.
“Welcome to Stable 76, the atrium will be opened in sixteen hours, thirty seven minutes and twenty seconds. Nothing short of a balefire egg or a phase disruption spell will allow access to the atrium and lower levels prior to that point. You have arrived early, be calm and await the opening of the stable.” A hiss from the wall caught all of our attentions. “Enjoy complimentary refreshments.”

There was a bevy of alcohol just sitting there in the walls. Along with several Stable seventy-six canteens. We had seen some water fountains on our way.

“Fuck yeah!” Blackjack yelled and lifted up a bottle filled with brown liquid.

“Rye whisky,” Icepick said in a low voice. As the only non-unicorn she had to walk over to the wall and pick a bottle up with her own hooves. “It’s all liquor. More bang for your buck I guess.” She came away with a bottle of white spirits.

“Overproofed?” I asked when I saw the label on the front.

“I’m not gonna drink this shit, I like having a liver,” Blackjack gave her a sour look. “If you ignite this stuff, it can disable a tank.”

I just looked at the various liquids. Finally a tentative tendril of magic gripped a small bottle.

“You fillies wanna go get trashed and sleep it off?” I asked them with a smile on my muzzle. Both of them exchanged a look of dismay, before shifting to acceptance.

“Are we already rubbing off on her?” Icepick asked Blackjack softly, such a bullshit whisper.

“Fuck yeah,” our collective gaze forced her to add more. “That was an answer to both questions, I was trying to be concise you fuckers.” I nodded at her and pressed a hoof to her shoulder. I backed away when she looked back at me, there was just a bit too much hunger in her eyes.
“I just had a thought girls,” Icepick said suddenly. “If you added the three of us up, you’d have two regular sized ponies.”

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The closest room was Blackjack’s, so we went there, not that we had any particular attachment to the room in which we woke up in… At this point we had all gotten our tongues loosened. The three of us had arranged ourselves on the bed with me in the middle. I was the voice of reason, or at least the dialectic in this circuit-
“So, you fucking threw a grenade in the mouth of the dragon?” Blackjack asked loudly.
“I mean, he was kinda trying to eat Calamity and I at the time… It was a lucky guess?” I answered with a flush as these two mares heaped praise on me.
“So this pegasus, what does he look like?” Icepick asked in a slurred voice.
“Calamity has an orange mane and a rust coloured coat-”
“How big are his wings?” Blackjack interjected. Icepick looked at her critically for a second before lifting a hoof in the air and waited for the other mare to get the message.
“Uh, big?” I answered as the other mares cheered and bumped hooves.
“Pip, I hope he’s here too,” Icepick managed to say despite imbibing more alcohol than blackjack and I combined.
“Is this a penis thing?” I balked at their antics. Even if I had the same question in my mind now as well.
“I mean, this other pony is obviously a mare of Culture too,” Blackjack said before scooting closer to Icepick. Her foreleg drifted over my withers and onto Icepick broad shoulders. “Celestia fuck, do you eat steroids every morning?”
“No, I just exercise and eat a healthy diet.” Icepick said before getting off the bed and stretching out before us.
“Well fuck, I should do that too,” Blackjack said as she, too, stared at Icepick’s ass.
“Can you carpet munching fillies help me out of this suit, I’m too drunk to do it myself.” The only thing that gave her away was her giggle at the end. But my and blackjack's magic pulled on her zipper at the exact same time. With ease we peeled the tight fabric from her body, leaving only her bushy blonde tail in the way of-
Blackjack threw herself from the bed and stripped herself down in front of us. She shook her flank at us as her own zipper pulled down the center of her suit. Then she winked at me. Fuck.
“Ya know, I’m not gay, but I am drunk.” Icepick announced lecherously.
“Welcome to stable ninety-nine,” Blackjack said under her breath as she and Icepick climbed back into the bed, Icepick pushing herself against the wall and laying a hoof on my withers. I was feeling all kinds of warm after watching the two of them undress.
“C’mon, you don’t wanna sleep like that,” Blackjack purred as she gently pushed me off the mattress. I blinked and stared over my shoulders at them. Two-toned mane was licking her lips, and Icepick had her hooves massaging BJ’s back, but she smiled smiled at me. I guess fair was fair. I didn’t even try to be sexy, but nonetheless I pulled my clothing off and felt a certain portion of the fabric sticking to my crotch. That’s kinda embarrassing…

When the jumpsuit was on the ground beside the other ones, I turned back to see the two of them sitting against the wall, hind legs spread.

Luna’s twisted cunt… Blackjack smiled and patted the bed in front of her just before Icepick grabbed her with her forelegs and kissed her deeply. I hopped onto the bed with only a little bit of difficulty as the two other mares continued to kiss deeply. There was hunger in the other unicorn’s eyes as her muzzle pressed into Icepick’s. With them getting right into it, I didn’t see any reason to not hop right in, too. My hoof ran up the thigh of the white unicorn while I pushed my muzzle between Icepick’s own thighs, and there was the smallest of jumps from the big mare when my lips pressed against her snatch..

And for all of my fantasies of mares and what I would do to them, my inspirations vanished in one cruel instant. Liquid courage spurred me on anyway, as Blackjack’s thighs hugged around my foreleg, the two-tone mane mare lay grunting as her own folds winked against the hard edge of my hoof. So, I went with what sounded hot, and I used my size to my advantage. My tongue might’ve been small, but it meant I could do all sorts of fine maneuvers with it to a mare whose labia was offered up to me so kindly. I would watch her face as her composure slackened, letting a moan into Blackjack’s mouth as the other mare deepened the kiss, pink tinting her cheeks warmly as my tongue flicked up, up, letting it roam around her clit. Moments passed as I explored another mare’s slit for the first time.

I was surprised when I felt the white mare’s magic drift over to my rump before squeezing hard. Then I watched her stop her assault on Icepick’s mouth, as she began placing kiss after kiss down the large mares body. I stopped paying attention as Blackjack’s magic pressed itself against my wet slit and pushed inside. Teasing me by barely spreading me apart. My moan wasn’t wasted though, because the moment I slowed down her forehoof was pushing me back into her folds. When I looked up in annoyance, I realized that Icepick was shuddering, with moan after moan leaving her mouth as Blackjack attacked her nipples with little bites and long licks. And it wasn’t like Icepick had only put a foreleg on my head, one of her unshorn hooves was stroking her mane as she toyed, with the threat of pressing down.

“It’s been a while,” Icepick said loudly as her body got more and more tense beneath us. I cocked an eye at blackjack as another tendril of her magic took a long stroke around my backdoor before starting to stretch the ring. I hadn’t even been licked in the right place yet… My attention was taken back to big mare as she winked out against my tongue in one long spasm.

I adjusted my legs nervously, spreading my haunches for those probing concentrations of magic. I never really liked using magic on myself down there before, but having another pony do it was.. Very arousing. I felt myself wink involuntarily around the first of Blackjack’s tendrils, a pant escaping my lips as my tail twitched. I was nervous about her and my rear, but I was curious to see if I would like it. I felt my cheeks burn as she used a little bit more of her prestidigitation to spread my haunches, and I caught the gaze of one of those scarlet orbs as I watched her trace her tongue around Icepick’s tit. I opened my mouth to say something about going slow when that hoof pressed me down again, Ice’s nub pressed harshly onto my tongue, a breathy moan sounding out below.. It was really sexy, the kind that stoked the fire in my belly, and made me do another involuntary wink as that invading magic gently pushed in.. twisted, retreated, then back in.. it was starting a rhythm. I was having sex, real sex with another mare! Two mares! Celestia buttfucked to Sunday, this is the best thing that could’ve happened today!

That was my train of thought as I felt another wave of magic stroke along my outer labia so that I only barely noted it, thinking it just a nice aftertouch to pushing into my privates. What I didn’t expect was that magic to trace upwards, and push the same magic into my butt with more intensity. And how easy it slipped in. BJ was using my own juices to lube me up back there, a task that was only easy because I was soaked. I must’ve made a face, because both Icepick and Blackjack giggled as I was introduced to double penetration.

“It’s new okay!” I said just before Blackjack pressed her lips to mine. My own moan was high pitched as the unicorn pressed into my mouth at the same time as her magic rammed into me. Icepick didn’t force me down this time, she only played with my mane softly, and touching my ears just hard enough to press them down.

Moments later, Icepick pulled herself up; the next second afterward, she picked me up bodily and dumped me onto my back, in the same place she was. Being marehandled was kinda hot, or maybe that was just the two other girls- Was the only thought I was able to get out before Icepick laid down beside me pulling herself closer to me with a foreleg, before dropping that same hoof down to rub my sloppy slit. Blackjack switched back to playing with teats, seamlessly, the only difference being the tits were smaller- And mine. Icepick didn’t mind when I buried my muzzle into her shoulder as my moans began to surpass the sounds of fucking as the loudest thing in the room.

Magic was good, and Blackjack continued to pound my plot with a tendril of magic, even as the surprisingly soft hooves of Icepick spread my juices all over my crotch. I yelped loudly when Blackjack took my right nipple between her teeth, grinding me just enough to-

I came to some time later…

Icepick had stopped rubbing me and was now grinding her hips against Blackjack, the two mares looking over at me every once in a while. When my eyes popped open they looked both relieved and humoured.

“My little hair trigger,” Icepick said with a laugh.

“Are you two actually sisters?” Blackjack asked with something like concern, and lust. I gulped and locked eyes with Icepick, who nodded slightly.

“Shit, that’s pretty hot,” Blackjack slurred before raising her tail and shaking her ass. That was my queue, as my libido reasserted itself in spite of that heart attack I had just gone through. My body still had the embers of that orgasm in it, my stomach still fluttering from a combination of the alcohol and the attention I had been getting. And as I got up behind the two mares grinding their dripping, winking slits together, I decided I was gonna give two tone a taste of her own medicine.

Blackjack yelped as my magic pushed into her tight little tailhole, giving Icepick a chance to lock her forelegs around the smaller unicorn and thrust into her roughly. It only took her a few seconds of that for her to finally give in and spray a burst of marecum into the air. Her cumming moan drove me to get in there and lap at both of their slits. Even as I spread the only girl who hadn’t cum yet even more with my magic.

Two-tone still squirmed as I continued to lightly pump her cute pale ass, watching the other unicorn’s hips rock back towards me in a lustful haze. Even if she came, she was still having fun, so I let her have that while I focused on the big girl. I still alternated between slurping across Blackjack’s loins and hers, but when I did treat Icepick, I made sure to really work my tongue up in her folds. I ran my tongue along her inner walls, pushing along in patterns that made her voice crack. I kept repeating those motions, going faster and faster, even as my tongue started to get tired - I really wanted to see the feeling of bliss on her face, even if I wore myself out.

Celestia, she tasted good! I think I really like eating mares out.

When her breath started to quicken, I tried to redouble my efforts even more, and I was rewarded for my efforts. Icepick arched her back, her thighs firmly hugging my cheeks as marecum splashed into my mouth.

“Don’t stop!” I heard her yell out in between the sounds of sloppy kissing. I didn’t stop, as I felt her final winking out. Blackjack let her go, and rolled to the side as the large mare tightened and moaned. Moments later, she closed her eyes and stopped moving, except for heavy breaths. Something in me made me realize I hadn’t kissed the big mare yet, and that couldn’t stand. I crawled over her sprawled out form, getting a notion of how much bigger this pony really was. I was careful not to step on her before I had my forelegs pressing into the bed on either side of her neck.

I dropped myself onto the grey pony, my hind legs coming down on either side of her lower stomach. That wasn’t the only point of contact though, my tongue pushed forward against her lips. Her eyes opened in surprise, before subsuming into pleasure as our tongues touched and her forelegs wrapped themselves around my withers, squeezing me gently.

Moments passed as I lost myself in the warmth of the kiss. It wasn’t necessarily romantic, but it was friendly, well, she had a different definition of friendly than I did. Eventually, the both of us looked over to see Blackjack passed out.
“She’s damaged goods,” Icepick said softly to me, as I looked at the white coated unicorn. I felt her roll onto her side, depositing me on the bed between the bigger ponies. My eyes met hers and her look softened. “That didn’t stop me from loving someone with some baggage too. But bear it in mind, okay?”
“O-okay,” I said to her, even as I felt her hooves wrap around my chest and pull me close.
“Besides, you have that big pegasus right?” Icepick said with a lilt. A hoof of hers rubbed my stomach slowly.
“I-I d-don’t really like boys.” I told her after a few seconds.
“Ah, I guess I coulda guessed that from uh,” She slipped and giggled like a filly for a second.
“Yeah,” I said before snuggling myself against her chest. With my magic, I managed to pull the blankets out from under all of us, pull Blackjack to me, and cover us all again. I had no illusions about how this room smelled. And trapping most of the pony in the room wasn’t gonna hurt or help that.
“I’m gonna fall asleep Squirt, if I don’t remember why I’m in bed with two girls, tell me all the details…” Icepick said before yawning.
“A-alright,” I said simply while thinking about the night I just had. And honestly, the weirdest thing is that I wanted to rub one out right next to these ponies I had just fucked. Maybe I was just a weird pony. It didn’t matter though, all I had to do know was wake up next to two mares and survive the hangover.
Well, that Atrium promised something too. But that could wait.

For now, life was good.

The End Of Chapter (I):

The Fairer Sex

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