I watched from the edge outside of the room as I heard the sounds of another pony stirring. Eventually, I saw them poke their head out of the room, locking eyes with me. Blue eyes, a dark blue mane, and a cerulean coat greeted me in the erratic yellow light.

“Greetings?” I asked the small earth pony.

“Did you take me here?” He asked brusquely.

“Nothing of the sort,” I responded quickly. “I’m just as lost as you are, other than being conscious for a slightly longer period of time.”

“Fuck,” was all the pissed off stallion could say for a few seconds. His eyes locked with mine a moment later. “At least you aren’t a mare.”

“That is indeed the case, though I don’t see how my sex changes the immediate situation.” He just laughed at that. “I would like to know your name though, it feels odd that the only pony I’ve come across is as of yet unnamed.”

“It’s P-21, don’t question it,” he said sharply before kicking with one of his hind legs. “Whoever did this to us, they fixed my fucking leg.”

“I concur, my chest wound hasn’t bothered me,” I spoke softly. Eyes drifting down to where the rifle shot had pierced me. “I’m Permittivity by the way.”

“Huh, where are you from? Your accent is unrecognizable.” My eyes nearly darted to the wall behind him. I guess it didn’t truly matter here. Wherever this place was, it didn’t feel like Sall’han. Perhaps I was free?

“Under different circumstances, you wouldn’t believe me. But I’m from the city of Maidenpool, though recently I spent time in Sall’han.”

“That’s the Arabian continent, how did you-” He shook his head briskly before looking back at me. “I’m from hell or one of the worst places within the worst city on earth.”

“I see,” I said simply. Our gazes met for a moment. “Hell is other ponies.”

“You obviously haven’t been to the Hoof,” he shot back.

“I’m not sure would I want to,” I smiled at him. His ears dropped back and he looked away.

“I’m sorry, I’m just not used to males that aren’t beaten down,” P-21 answered quietly.

“Well, you can tell me about it as we explore this complex.” I looked at the sprawling corridor.

“I guess I should explain it,” he looked at me with heavy eyes.

“I’ll tell you mine, if you tell me yours,” I winked at him. The barest hint of a smile came across his muzzle as I spoke.

---===*===---

“I’m surprised you didn’t kill her,” I answered honestly as he spoke about a mare who had hurt him greatly, yet also saved him. In some ways, this mare sounded a little like Icepick, a product of her environment, but also showing signs of growing beyond it.

“Yeah, me too,” he said as we made our past an open door. Except when I happened to peer inside, I could tell that there was a pony laying on the bed.

“Hello?” I said loudly to the sleeping pony, they awoke with a start and the lights ignited as they did so.

“Where am I?” The pony spoke in a radically different accent. It was a drawl more than anything else.

“We have no idea,” P-21 spoke into the room as he looked at us like we were aliens. Which I guess we were rather alien to him.

“I’m Permittivity, a former soldier and full-time explorer,” I looked at P-21 and tried to sum up what I had learned so far. “He’s P-21, an intelligent stallion with a tragic past.”

“Well thanks, I think,” he spoke under his breath as the other stallion tried to come to terms with what had just been said. He blinked and got to his hooves, shuffling a previously hidden pair of wings. His coat was nearly the colour of rust, and his mane was very close to my burnt orange coat.

“Ah see.” He paused and let out a deeply held breath. “Ah take it you fellas are just as confused as me?”

“That would be the case,” I replied.

“So you’re a pegasus?” P-21 gaped a little, almost in awe at that simple fact.

“Former Enclave captain, unfortunately.” He shrugged at that before looking at my own scarred visage.

“You don’t sound like a Red-Eye soldier or a Ranger, what army did you fight in?” There was curiosity and a wariness in his question.

“I was a corporal in the imperial army, I’ve never heard of Red-Eye or the Enclave, though my companion is a Ranger,” he eyed me with suspicion as I told him the truth.

“Imperial Army?” The captain asked me simply.

“The army of the northern empire. I’m from Maidenpool myself, lived there most of my life, before being conscripted as I was at university-”

“He’s not from Equestria, and his Ranger friend is from Sall’han,” P-21 interjected, to which the pegasus nodded.

“Was your father a soldier?” The captain asked me suddenly.

“He was a watchmaker.”

“Mine was put down like a dog,” P-21 added with bitterness.

“So what’s the plan fellas? I’m Calamity ifin’ you were wonderin’,” Calamity cut his moping off with words.

“Check your dresser, there’s something unique in them,” I told him simply. Inside my barding was a compass with a highly polished casing.

“I got a book, The Founding Myths,” P-21 spoke without energy. As if his tongue was dying in his mouth.

“Interesting,” Calamity said offhandedly as he dug through his dresser with haste. After moving several sets of barding out of the way, he found a blocky object with a cap on the end of it. “A scope?”

“At least the two of you got something useful,” P-21 added. Calamity and I exchanged a look.

“This feels odd to say, but quit being so dour,” I told him.

“Yeah, being sorry for yourself doesn’t do nothin’,” Calamity agreed.

“Neither of you has been fucked against your will with no escape other than the end of a needle, so I’m still getting used to this whole freedom thing,” P-21 said.

“That kinda thing isn’t going down on my watch,” Calamity puffed up as the very idea was put to him.

“Likewise,” I said coldly.

“That’s almost encouraging,” P-21 said after a moment. “I just realized, we’re a trinity.”

“What do you mean?” My words caught him as a wry smile passed over his face.

“Yer a unicorn, he’s an earth pony and I’m a pegasus. The way things are supposed to be,” Calamity said with a note of hope in his voice.

“It is pleasant to not be the only unicorn in miles. There were very few Pegasi and unicorns in the Empire,” my words got a sympathetic nod from the other stallions.

“The Enclave was all pegasi.”

“Ninety-nine was all unicorns and earth ponies.”

“Feels like a clean start,” Calamity said what I think we all were.

---===*===---

“There’s no healing magic where you’re from?” P-21 asked as the three of us made our way down the closed doors of the living quarters.

“Again, all earth ponies, so conceivably there is healing magic, just a lack of casters,” I answered his question as the pegasus took the lead. His rear was nothing if not pleasant to look at. Traceline had been built in a similar fashion, sporty and cut, but not bulky. Thoughts of that nature made me shiver. I didn’t want to think about the past. Sombra’s mission was over, I had somehow shirked fate.

“But you killed the pony that did it to you,” he repeated out loud.

“It was him or I,” I stopped as the events of that night played out before my inner eye.

“You get over it,” Calamity said firmly. He stopped as well as we came to a bulkhead. At least it looked like a bulkhead to me.

“It’s a fucking stable door,” P-21 blurted out as Calamity and I stared at it.

“I know, I just don’t like stables,” Calamity retorted.

“Me neither,” was all P-21 said before dipping down and connecting his pipbuck to it. A nervous moment later and the three of us were confronted with a woosh as the stable door unlocked through a very complicated mechanism. I swear that these ponies didn’t realize how much of a hassle these would be maintained without talismans and spell matrixes.

The corridor ended in a T-junction. A sign gave directions. To the right were the library and armory, along with the reactor. The left was the Atrium and the cafeteria.

“Where’s the Foyer?” I asked.

“What’s a foyer?” Calamity asked me in turn, P-21 just shook his head and started walking towards the Armory. At least, I assume that was what he wanted. I followed behind him, with Calamity taking up the rear. I wondered what manner of weapons a stable would have.

---===*===---

“We’re stopping here,” P-21 said to the two of us.

“It’s a library,” Calamity uttered. There was no response from the earth stallion. I just stood by and watched this pony deal with technology that I had no understanding of. Sometimes these equestrians made me feel obsolete. Maybe it was my culture, but I barely felt like a unicorn. This poor stallion, an earth pony, probably knew more about magic than I did. Something in my expression betrayed me.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Calamity asked.

“You’ll laugh if I tell you,” I responded as my eyes drifted down the empty corridor.

“I probably won’t.”

“Alright, I confess that I feel like a barbarian in this situation. I know nothing about magical matrixes and arcane engineering in general. I’m an electrician, I could build a spark gap radio from crystal and wire. But these things,” I waved my foreleg and the associated Pipbuck. “I haven’t the slightest idea.”

“I see. Well, to tell you the truth, I was on the design team for the newest magical energy rifle for the Enclave. So I know more than I usually let on about arcane engineering.” He paused and realized what he had just blurted out. This was a stallion with a great deal of humility. “It’s all based on learning, even if most of the actual theory was laid down before the bombs dropped. I just got good at reworking it, trial and error and lessons learned in the field.” I was silent for a moment.

“That demonstrates my point. You’re from a period in your civilizations development where multiple generations of hoofheld energy weapons have been developed. I saw the invention and development of grenades, and I spent my entire service with a bolt action rifle beside me. I’m obsolete.” It was an admission that I had kept within myself for some time. When I was in Copper Springs my own doubts were kept away by the familiarity of the technology. This place was quite different. The creme of the pre-war technological crop.

“To be frank Permittivity, that kinda technology didn’t die out. Out of all the weapons left in the wastes, there are a lot more bolt actions left than magic rifles. And honestly, anypony that can build a generator from scratch is worth more than any pipbuck jockey-”

“I can still hear you both,” P-21 said with mild annoyance. “But I mean, he’s right. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if the entire enclave’s best advancement was that rifle. Magical manufacturing is tough. At least, that’s what I’ve read.”

“And yet it’s durable enough to last for centuries,” I added as the door to the library came open and chilly air rushed past us.

“Fucking finally,” A rough female voice yelled out from the inside of the library. The three of us were shocked to see a large unicorn mare step into view from one of the many tall shelves lining each wall. Scratch that, her horn was broken and a scar went over her left eye. She was nearly as built as Icepick. “I’ve been eating out of a vending machine and drinking from the bathroom sink for three days.” P-21 shrunk back as the large mare walked through the doorway and faced each of us in turn. The poor earth stallion looked like he was about to run.

“Did you wake up in there?” I asked immediately.

“Yes,” the large mare asked, “How do you know?”

“We all woke up in individual bedchambers.” At my words she shook her head before smiling broadly, lips upturned.

“You sound like a crystal pony, explain yourself.” The loud mare walked up to me, staring at me like someone who was divinely ordained with authority.

“I was born in Maidenpool. My mother was originally from the imperial city.”

“I was there once, it was a tiny fishing village.” She turned to face P-21. “Were you the pony that unlocked this door?”

“He was Ma’am,” Calamity responded. The mare locked eyes with him. Her horn flared and sparked with magical energy.

“I didn’t ask you.” She said in a calm voice. The pegasus stood his ground, even as the mare threatened him. P-21 looked up at her and scowled.

“Who the fuck died and made you Overmare?” He asked her.

“I’m a field marshal in the Storm King’s army. You will treat me with respect welp,” she was in the middle of going as I sparked my own horn. Mine was a steady hum as opposed to the crackling of her unrestrained magic.

“He’s been through a great deal, and I will not accommodate threats-” I said to her as my latent magic came to the fore, wanting nothing more than to strike this mare. She didn’t yield, but she loosened her stance when she saw my magic.

“It seems I found some ponies with hearts of iron. Such a rarity, even with that territorial spat between you and the freehold.” My companions gaped when she said that.

“You’re from before the war,” P-21 said after a few seconds of silence.

“What war?” The mare asked with a touch of concern crossing her muzzle.

“The world destroyed itself through powerful magic.” I gave her the answer I had learned. That caught her off guard.

“This is all a big joke right?” She laughed.

“I understand that this must be hard for you, but we’re in a Stable. A bunker complex built to survive the ravages of those magics. That’s all we know.” She shook her head and scoffed. Her magic died. And so did mine.

“There’s a pattern here. We were all put here for some reason, so miss? We ought to stick together until we’ve figured out what that reason is.” Calamity said softly.

“My name is Tempest Shadow,” she uttered after a moment. “I’m just having a hard time believing you ponies is all.”

“The world became harder after the old world died, even if those two are soldiers,” P-21 said with a shrug as he looked into the Library.

“I believe that. Not many ponies are willing to stand up to me. What armies did you serve in?”

“The Enclave.”

“The Imperial Army.”

“Don’t look at me, I just know a bit about computers and not dying.”

She stood there and looked between us. P-21 seemed to be doing well enough, knowing his history with mares. Was I already growing attached to these ponies? Perhaps that was my destiny, my curse, to be eternally shifted from one group of ponies to another. My reverie was broken by Calamity coughing loudly.

“We were on our way to the Armoury, you wanna come with us? Safety in numbers and all that.” He added after his cough.

“If this is the future, I’m a little curious about what kind of weapons you ponies cooked up,” A shadow of a smile crept onto her muzzle. The imposing mare standing tall once more. It was pleasant to not be the most ignorant pony for once. P-21 rolled his eyes and got up.

“I’m a little curious, what spell were you about to cast?” The blue stallion asked.

“Lightning.” Tempest and I said simultaneously. There was a look of respect, perhaps acknowledgment in her eyes.

“Unicorns,” Calamity said simply, before bumping his foreleg against P-21’s withers. “Anyway, we have an armory to loot.”

---===*===---

It was indeed an armory, it was secured like one too…

“It needs a passcode to enter. At least that’s what I think-” P-21 told us after working on that door through his Pipbuck for an hour.

“That isn’t surprising, really,” I told him with a sigh.

“I guess we should head to the Atrium,” Tempest said almost wistfully.

“You know what a Foyer is right?” I asked her.

“I’m not stupid. I invaded Prance once. I lead a Parade under Neighpoleon’s Big Dumb Arch,” Tempest spoke with a smile on her muzzle, eyes slightly unfocused. She was reveling in past glory. Which was good for her, I guess. Then again I had brought the subject up.

“Is there anywhere you haven’t been?” P-21 asked.

“The moon?” She shrugged and started trotting down the hallway, only stopping when the rest of us didn’t follow her by instinct.

“Come on, I can’t order you but, I’d rather be with other ponies.” She said while looking over her shoulder. After a moment's consideration, I walked up to her. She had a rear that could give Icepick competition. Not win. She was still a unicorn. She nodded at me when I came to flank her.

“You’re not in charge, letting you that now,” P-21 said. She ignored him. This mare was all manner of things, I was aware of that from the moment I had locked eyes with her. She didn’t appear to be a serial rapist though.

“Y’all can go on, I’ll catch up,” Calamity said to us as we started walking.

“Be careful,” P-21 yelled back at him. If I wasn’t mistaken there was more than just concern for his new acquaintance in his voice. The blue stallion being attracted to the frankly attractive pegasus wasn’t surprising, what was that he was thinking along those lines at all under the circumstances. My own ruminations on Tempest’s ass notwithstanding.

When we were a further back down the hall Tempest turned to face me. The three of us had been walking beside one another, with her strides and my slowing for the benefit of the shorter earth pony.

“So tell me about this Imperial Army,” it was a question but it sounded like a command.

“It failed,” I said simply. “Only luck prevented a complete collapse.”

“Why did it fail, and against who?”

“The Celestians were stronger than us. They were able to grow more beans, build more bombs and throw more bodies at us,” I ended wryly. That seemed to have her thinking.

“Who started the war then?” Tempest asked, innocuous enough.

“We did,” I said forcefully. P-21 turned to watch my face. My breath was warm as it exited my nostrils. “Our leaders did. It was a mistake that cost many their lives, and many more everything else.”

“I see,” Tempest said. For several minutes there was nothing but silence in the dark corridor.

---===*===---

“We have four hours to burn,” P-21 said to me us as we stood in front of the Atrium door.

“There are ample doors that haven’t been opened,” I said as the blue stallion as he got back to his hooves.

“Well, I don’t know about you boys, but I think I can handle an empty stable. And I know there’s food in the Library,” Tempest said while eyeing the way back.

“And you want to rendezvous with Calamity,” I asked while narrowing my eyes at her.

“Yes, I’ll check up on the Pegasus.” She said with a grin and a roll of her eyes. And with a slight shake of her rump, she was back down the hall. I turned back to face P-21. His head was down as if the concrete we were standing on was suddenly interesting.

“I take it isn’t homesickness causing you trouble?”

“Fuck off,” he said with a shrug. “No, I just hate being trapped underground.”

“I hate being in hospitals,” I told him before trotting up to the stallion and looking into his eyes. They were a shade of blue that nearly mirrored mine. “For similar reasons, I suppose.”

“I was kept in a locked wing of the infirmary.”

“Did it constantly stink of shit, bleach and dying ponies?”

“Can we agree that we’ve both had shit lives? I don’t want to argue if it’s worse to be raped daily, or to be forced to fight and die for an empire.”

“Agreed, now would you like to explore the living quarters with me?” I asked after a moment.

“The worst is just sitting there, thinking about being in a plus-sized coffin, so yes.” He responded just as I turned around. My eyes caught an indention in the wall. I grasped at the steel with my magic, and with an effort, I managed to pull it up. The sheet seemed to be made of low-grade aluminum. Behind it was a collection of drinking glasses, canteens, and bottles of liquor.

“Would you like a canteen?” I asked him with a smile.

“Is everyone from the empire insufferable, or is it just you?” P-21 said with a sigh. My smile died on my lips.

“I guess not.” The canteen floating to my belt continued like he wasn’t there. Deep in the back was a metal flask, engraved with a seventy-six. I took a bottle off of the shelf and proceeded to fill the flask with what must have been a high proof alcohol. This earth pony needed therapy or some time on the front. A sigh left my lips just before I put the flask to it. I filled about half of my mouth, before letting it cycle down into my stomach.

“If you want to be protected, feel free to follow me, but try not to speak.”

I didn’t even look behind me, I just wanted that door to be open. Whatever answers this place held, they were behind it. And so, I drifted down the empty halls, towards the nearest living section. I didn’t hear hoofsteps behind me.

---===*===---

The sounds of ponies talking caught my ears. But, I assumed that I was more dangerous to them than they were to me. So, I pulled ahead, with a little more urgency in my strides. Or perhaps that was the buzz from my flask. Drinking on an empty stomach was usually something I avoided, but this situation had voided that rule. When the ponies, mares by the sounds of their voices, saw me, they stopped speaking for a moment.

“Hello!” I yelled at them from maybe thirty meters away. They were both unicorn mares, one having a white coat and a pink mane, the other with a more cream coloured coat and a two-tone grey mane.

“Hello?” the pink-maned mare yelled back after a moment.

“May I come closer? I hate yelling.” I yelled back.

“Sure.” The same mare answered casually. I walked forward to meet the two unicorns. The pink maned mare appeared casual, unhindered by the circumstances. On the other hoof, the grey-maned mare was looked very uncomfortable.

“Is it just unicorns down here?” Pink mane asked me with a start.

“Not at all, there are earth ponies, and at least one pegasus in this stable as well,” I said normally enough. “It doesn’t stop some of the earth ponies from being massive pains.”

“How many other ponies have you come across?” She asked pointedly, obviously aware of my intoxication.

“You’d be the fourth and fifth,” I answered quickly. “I’m Permittivity by the way.”

“Did you get drunk after leaving them behind?” The pink maned pony asked. “I’m Glimmerlight, ex-ranger. The quiet pony beside me is uh, Leaky Faucet.”

“Well, the Pegasus and the warlord left me alone with the most damaged stallion I’ve ever met. And more than merely acting meek, he’ll lash out passive aggressively at you. So yes, I drank a little, but also on an empty stomach.”

“I can’t say that I’ve never done that before,” Glimmerlight said quietly.

“Have either of you seen a large grey mare, likes to talk about beating ponies up?” I asked them to see significant bafflement on their faces. “She’s a friend. I’m rather of torn up about not knowing about her condition.”

“She sounds like a close friend,” Glimmer said right after that. With a flick of her tail, she began to circle me like a predator. “I don’t blame her though. You seem like the kind of stallion to be ‘friends’ with lots of mares. All scarred and mysterious, with that accent giving everyone pause.”

“T-thank you?” I said loudly as the creme unicorn looked at me empathetically.

“You’re welcome honey,” Glimmer replied before walking back around to face me.

“So there is supposed to be a grand opening of sorts happening soon,” I said to two of them, my eyes trying to avoid Glimmer’s leers.

“Are you in the mood for an opening?” Glimmer asked with a laugh.

“If it helps me find my friend, then yes,” I paused and looked at the ground for a moment. “The Atrium that connects the different sections together is set to open in two hours.”

“So we have two hours to kill,” the seductive mare asked.

“That we do,” I slurred my reply.

“My room was right down this hall,” Glimmer said before spinning around and pointing down the dark hallway. Somehow she perked up her rump as she did that. It was a smaller, but squishier ass than Icepicks. My drunken mind liked it.

“You wanna follow us?” I asked Leaky as I started to trot after that sultry unicorn.

“S-sure,” she said in a low voice, before meeting my eyes haltingly. “You have a pretty mane.”

“Thank you,” I replied with a smile. Something in the way she said that made me think that manes were very important to her.

Perhaps two minutes of walking past sealed doors later, we ended up in front of Glimmer’s suite. With aplomb she threw herself onto the bed, posing with her rump up and her hinds splayed, with only the thin fabric of the jumpsuit hiding her marehood.

“You wanna help me out of this jumpsuit,” Glimmer said with a grin. Before she could finish speaking I was unzipping her suit and my own. My cock was already dropping out of its sheath. From behind me, I heard a gasp, but not the sounds of running away. “Hey Leaky, you wanna join in’?”

“I’ll think about it,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper.

Moments later Glimmer and I were naked, and I had trotted over to the bed at the same time as Glimmer had laid on her back. Her slightly pudgy stomach was a nice reminder that even the aggressive mares I liked were a little bit like the girl next door. The moment I climbed on top of her, she grabbed me with her magic and felt me up with her forelegs. She spent time massaging my muscular withers and groping my ass.

“So what can you do, mister sexy voice?” Glimmer said as I nuzzled underneath her chin, nipping her neck.

“Electricity and field manipulation,” I said huskily, before lighting my horn and touching it to hers. She yelped playfully when the small charge I gave her sparked across our horns.

“Have you ever used it, well, lewdly?” She asked before I pressed my lips against hers. My cock rubbed against her stomach, dripping pre all over her coat. Something told me she was used to that though.

“I’ve thought about it,” I admitted. My cock throbbed against her body, and I wanted to push inside sooner rather than later.

“Come on then, shock me!” She said just before I gave her another shock, right on her nipples. “Ooh!” She moaned loudly. I shifted myself along her body before pressing my cock head against her marehood. There was already plenty of moisture there for a good rutting. Her forelegs danced over the back of my head, kneading my ears and neck softly. Without thinking about the implications, I pressed forwards and sunk the first few inches of my cock into at the same time as I caught her open muzzle in a kiss.

Moments passed as I felt her velvet walls caressing my member. Her moans and my grunts passed between us, as she hugged me closely. Her clit winked out to meet my cock with every other thrust, and I could tell she wanted more. I was happy to oblige. It was kinda nice to fuck a mare that was a little smaller than me and to be on top. Something told me that Icepick would usually call riding privileges. That didn’t phase me. When I found her again, I was gonna make love to her, not just rut her.

“I love your cock!” I heard Glimmerlight say before I hilted in her again.

“I know you do,” I said as I felt my cock twitch inside her writhing depths. My horn flared as I gave her clit a shock and felt her whole body lock up around me. Her slit went from stretched to clenching in a second. Time passed as I let her ride out her orgasm, as I just enjoyed the sensations on my cock. Eventually, she looked up at me with a hunger in her eyes.

“Please sir, may I have another.”

I just smiled as I pulled back and shocked her clit at the same time as I thrust back in, her tongue dropped out of her muzzle and the rest of her body became jello at the sensations hitting her. There was a loud squishing noise behind me. I turned my head around and saw Leaky Faucet with her hind legs spread, she was furiously masturbating with a red face. She wouldn’t meet my eyes either, something had broken in the quiet mare. Even then, she still didn’t want to acknowledge what kind of debauched behavior she was participating in.

“You enjoying the show?” I asked her as I pumped into her friend particularly hard. There was a nice smack when our wet fur touched.

“Uhm, yes,” Leaky said in a low voice.

“Do you want the next turn?” I asked her as I felt my cock begin to flare inside Glimmerlight.

“Uh-” She was caught off guard as I moaned. I felt my stomach tighten as I buried myself hard in Glimmer for the last time. My cum shot hot and true inside the mare under me, within moments it had filled her up to the point that it was leaking out. Moments later, I pulled out of the oversexed mare and laid on the bed.

I had just barely closed my eyes when I felt the sensation of warmth and suction on my member. My moan was a guttural one as my cum and Glimmer’s juices were sucked off my cock like they were the last tasty things on Earth. When I opened my eyes I was surprised to see Leaky taking half of my cock in her muzzle. A second later I felt another amazing sensation. My right testicle was being sucked on by Glimmerlight, with a dopey expression on her face. One of the girls had just cum like three times, and the other desperately wanted some cock. It was a nice contrast, especially as they switched over roles. This lasted for a few minutes as they nursed my cock back to hardness.

“Woah!” I said as I felt a tongue going where no tongue had gone before. Glimmer licked around my tight ring, before shoving the first bit of her tongue inside me. My moan echoed around the room, especially when I felt Leaky stroke my cock with her hoof for a second. A second later, I felt her climb up onto the bed, before positioning herself over my shaft.

“Oooh!” She moaned as she dropped her dripping slit over my rehardened length. Then I felt Glimmer’s tongue move again, somehow she managed to hit my sweet spot with that tongue of hers. My cock twitched hard and spurted a shot of pre into her pussy.

“You like that?” I asked her as I felt the dual pleasures of two different mares playing with me.

“Yes,” Leaky said as she picked herself up, before dropping her wide hips back down on me. She was a broodmare to be, as I felt her walls clamp down on my cock. She was trying to milk me for my seed, even more than Glimmer had. Glimmer wanted a ride, Leaky wanted to be bred. Her beautiful amber eyes met mine for a moment. I just cracked a smile as her cheeks became more red than green. Then I lost all composure as I felt a tongue flicking between Leaky and I’s connection. My face messed up as I felt myself flaring again. Leaky moaned loudly, before squeezing my chest with a hoof as she nearly lost her balance on me. I guess it was unexpected for both of us.

“I’m close,” I moaned out as she rode me roughly.

“Inside!” Leaky mewled as I gave her nipples a tweak of electricity with my horn. Moments later I erupted in her, filling her tight cunt with a load that rivaled my earlier one. She moaned loudly as she felt herself being filled to the brim. Moments passed and she crawled over me, before throwing a foreleg and over my chest.

I was about to rest my eyes when I felt another mischievous tongue cleaning my deflating cock. Glimmer met my eyes with a lascivious grin on her face. She didn’t spend any extra time on it though, as moments later I heard a yelp as Glimmer stuffed her head underneath Leaky’s tail. The mare was eating the cum out of the other mare’s cunt. That made even my exhausted cock twitch a little as it slipped back into my sheath.

“Wanna go again, in maybe twenty minutes?” Glimmer said a minute later, as she licked the last of the creampie from her lips.

“Just cuddle with us for a minute first, besides, we have to go to the Atrium opening soon,” I practically pleaded with the succubus in pony form.

“Alright, but this stays with us three,” She said as she crawled up on the mattress, before laying on the left side me of me. Glimmer found a comfy position with her face near mine, and my sheath pressed against her stomach. She too laid a foreleg over my body. On the other side of me, I could already hear the gentle breathing of an after sex nap taking place.

Right before I joined her in that dreamless state, I felt a kiss on my cheek. Glimmer then put her mouth right next to my ear.

Then she whispered:

“I hope you find that mare you’re looking for.”

Author's Note

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