Caballeron's Prize

It had been a full week since the events in Somnambula. Scootaloo rested at a small dining table, her mane worn and eyes darkened. Oddly enough, a half sipped glass of wine in front of her with the liquid swaying from the rickety airship hovering in the sky. Caballeron writing documents on the table across from her calmly as she watched the calm waves underneath the ship passing by. "Wouldn't it make more sense to let the ship float on the water instead of flying over it?"

Caballeron peeked up, itching his facial stubble that he had shaven only days prior, now returned. "It goes faster in the air. Having it land in the water is more for maintenance or emergencies." His quill dipped into the ink to sign the final document. He had been invested in them since they got on the ship, barely even paying attention to her and her mourning over the loss of her old life.

She let out a dejected sigh and swallowed the last bit of red wine. The bitter taste suiting her more than the unforgiving bourbon and whiskeys Caballeron offered. His own depressing way of comforting her after what he had put the filly through. "So you just own the island now? Like a princess?" She blinked, getting an annoyed click from the Doctor.

"Like a king. There'll likely be a small resistance on my arrival but our treasures revitalizing that economy will speak for itself eventually."

"The ones you stole." She frowned, making him chuckle.

"They were sitting in old temples and town squares like dragon treasure without even a dragon to appreciate them. This will be helping a lot of people. Getting treated as royalty is just the icing." He moaned, lifting his head up and putting his hooves behind his head. "A cushiony retirement, and a legacy of saving a nation."

You only had to kill real heroes. Scootaloo thought to herself. She didn't talk about Rainbow anymore, any mention put the stallion on edge, leaving her alone in her room for the day. The filly learned quickly she preferred his company to a quiet lonely room. Her body squirming in her seat to push those thoughts away. Caballeron, being done with his days work put the documents in a saddlecase and lifted himself up, noticing his companies shifting.

"I've been rather distant from you. I'm sorry, dear." He hummed, pressing his muzzle to her cheek as she looked away with a squint. "I know it's not fun, but when you're older and we start a family you'll know this was only the first step." He explained himself. His warm lips pressing on her ear again. The only place for her to truly listen like she was still under the effects of the love potion, which seemed like ages ago at this point.

The orange pegasus blinked at the words, a shutter down her back as his gruff voice. "You'll need a new name. Your old life is over. As much as I adore your cute one, I don't need Equestrian eyes on this place just yet." He whispered, now sat next to her, his large hoof wrapped around her back under her wing.

"A new name?" She choked. What more did he have to take from her!? Her tired eyes started feeling the now all to familiar heat of her fresh tears collecting. "I can't even see my friends and family and now I can't even have my own name!?" She bellowed, being cut off by a deep kiss planting on her lips. The doctors rough grin tickling her lips before parting it.

"You'll still be my little Scootaloo in private, it's just too keep you hidden in the records for now." He nuzzled, calming her down slightly as his hoof rested on her mane. "There's other things as well, but we can deal with them later."

Her hooves cupped under the wine bottle, ready to pour another glass. His brow furrowed before putting a cap on the half consumed bottle, the green tint making a rolling rumble as he pushed it aside. "You said I could have it."

"Not all at once." She squeaked as he pulled her hooves over his back, taking her away from the table next to the misty window. She groaned as he carried her to the nearby bed. The old wood ship repurposed with private rooms for travellers similiar to hotel rooms. She plopped on the bed as he loosened his shirt, his scarf already off.

"Nrnn. What now?"

"Let's do something different tonight." The doctor spoke with more purpose. Her ears flicked in curiosity as he climbed up, pulling off his shirt to join her. The stallions flanks lowering to the pillows with his back to the headboard. Her body drunkenly flipping onto her belly to look up, seeing his cock in full throbbing glory.

"Since I'm the only stallion you're allowed to touch, you should take the lead. I want to see what you would do with a colt." He teased, making her blush profusely at the mention. Her body still unaccustomed to such intimate speak despite everything. "Let me comfort you how you prefer.~"

His trill made her back shiver with a gulp. He wasn't hard to look at. His warm eyes squinted in a disarming smile as she lifted herself, pondering his word's. "W-what do you mean?"

"I've been very firm in my wants. The way I rut you. How much I love tasting that little tongue of yours." He spoke bluntly, causing her chest to tighten more. "Show me what you like. What you desired on lonely nights in your room. No judgments here, my dear." He explained, lowering himself nose to nose with the filly. "You can take the helm, or tell me what you'd like me to do with you."

Her fruity breath shuddered from his words as her hoof rested over the other. The last week of getting the bare minimum of his attention was a torture in itself after the first day. Being able too feel his presence again making her hooves shift to cover her vulnerables. "I um... like to be hugged."

Caballeron did his best to hide how unimpressive it sounded, before his ears perked up again from her scratchy voice.

"A lot. Like um... Squeezed and covered like a cocoon. Tight."

Her rosy face blushed harder at such an admition. What was such a deep odd desire to her though was better understood by her bed mate. "I see. Anything else you like? Small things during it you fantasize about?" He asked, genuinely curious. This was much more interesting to him than contracts and documents. He could barely contain his excitement from her slowly opening up actually.

"I like the ear thing... Your voice sounded a lot smoother than I imagined in the books." She admited, clearing her throat as her eyes floated away from him.

"Oh?" He hummed, lifting himself and shifting around her like a shark in the ocean. His lips reaching her ear as his breath touched the base of her right ear. "Seems a bit like what we've been doing already. I can do those things at anytime when we're in bed. I want to know deeper. I want you to think hard. I could do things for you you wouldn't dare tell somepony." He huffed, making her tremble like a rabbit caught by a snake.

"L-like what?"

His hoof lifted her chin and rested the larger muzzle on hers. "We have all the time to find out. But we can start with this." His arm suddenly wrapped behind her neck, the other hugging her back and pinning her down. Her surprise shown with a light gag. The heavy earth stallion pinning her on her back with a hot exhale over her ear. Her eyes wide as she panted in confusion.

A deep warm lick gripping her ear like a cat cleaning made a loud shuddering moan as her own body shivered. "Every inch of your body is mine to enjoy. Mine is for you too." He hungrily explained. A hoof pinning her head into the pillow as his long taster grinded up her cheek, unapologetic at it's act as she quivered.

"I could tie you up. Strap you to the bottom of me while I walk around the ship fucking you. I could wrap all of you in cloth for days with nothing but your holes for me too enjoy!" He laughed hysterically.

It would have been unnerving if he wasn't already halfway inside her, his thick throbbing shaft pumping mercilessly inside with lubricated sloshes. Her eyes rolling back as his weight crushed her into a crater in the mattress. "We'll start with this!"

His wide grin gleamed as she felt his hooves press into her neck. His weight pressing down as it became harder to breathe. His face lowering to lick at hers quickly between thrusts, toying with her breath as he panted over her muzzle. Barely any fresh air entering as she gasped and gurgled whatever moan she could.

Drool leaked from her as she rocked back and forth under him. Her body acted on it's own. Her short rear hooves wrapped around his to pull him in deeper. No thoughts of resistance or care for her own safety in her drunk state. For the first time her own smile crawled up her messy face as her eyes reached upwards. "D-doctorghh!~"

The lack of air swirling her mind into no thing but the moment. A rush of wetness splashing around inside her as she felt the full force of his cock bury a river of cum in her. "Ahhgh! Haagh!" Her back arched as a rolling avalanche of release set through her insides, her face fully blue before finally being released from his grasp, coughing and panting under him.

"Nrgh... Waiting a week was worth it." He grinned, licking the excess from her chin with a wild gleam. Before she could find the energy to reflect on what had happened, his body collapsed on her. The stallions thick hooves wrapped over her back as he smooshed her under him. Her body leaking both of thier fluids as her nuzzled into her ear.

Her throat swallowed what saliva it could before wiping her face on his neck. His panting dying down over her folded ear. A few minutes passed before the quiet moment was inturrupted by a loud knock on the door, followed by Rogue's voice.

"Hey boss. All the other guests cleared out of the bathrooms. Captain said it's free for you to enjoy." He echoed through the door, muffled slightly.

The old earth pony let out a grumbly sigh before pulling out of the filly, leaning back onto his flanks as the wet log of meat plopped out and onto her belly, leaking a mess down her tummy. "So much better than trains." He chuckled, leaning over her and kissing her cheek.

His nose sniffed and recoiled slightly at the scent of the young pegasi. "Ooph. You've been cooped in here too long. Let's join the boys in the spa."

Withers and Rogue both leaned back in the half barrel of bubbling water as Caballeron and Scootaloo entered. The walls lined in tile as well as the floor with mist filling the air. The dim light resembled a cellar as the smell of smoke overpowered the mist.

"Ayee! The little one is finally out of her room!" Rogue waved. Withers eyes were finally seen without the shades, revealing a young face with haunting yellowish eyes looking over her.

"H-hi guys." She waved back gently, feeling out of place and rather weirded out by how casual they were being with her. This was really the first time she's seen them outside of a work setting.

"Hooves off boys. She's here to clean up." Caballeron snickered, letting the filly enter the bathhouse in front of him.

"Well I don't recommend in here. She'll just end up smelling like us and the rest of the ship. Plus I think Biff pissed in here before turning in." Rogue explained. In the middle of thier abode was a table was an ashtray and more of that gross whiskey on top. No playing cards this time, instead a game of dominos Withers was clearly winning with ease.

Caballeron nodded and led her around them, a doorway with a curtain covering it as she was greeted by a small restroom with a cozy tub. Unlit candles waiting as Caballeron turned the faucet and the steamy water filled the tub.

She gazed over as his newly lit match pressed on each candle. Light filling the room before letting himself sink inside the warm water, beckoning her to join him. His body rested back to lay flat, leaving her ownly choice to lay on his chest with her flanks in his lap.

"Tsk. Looks like I pushed too hard. You have marks on your throat." He observed, pulling her up face to face. "You've been quiet since we did that. I didn't do too much damage I hope?" His hoof rubbed her cheek while the other rested over her flank, causing a shudder down her back.

"You scared me." She grumbled, shifting her rear and sinking further on him to soak up the water better. A silence filling the air as the two henchponies outside chatted quietly in the distance.

"Will I ever see my friends again?" She asked, her purple gaze sullen as Caballeron gave an understanding mumble. Slowly he brought her chest to his and lifted her into his lap, sitting up.

"You have an oppurtunity to join me in building something grand, mi amor. You have to understand. You stick with me, and they'll be coming to see you." He spoke firmly. "But that's a long way from now. You're starting a new life with me. Mine alone. Understand?"

She slowly nodded and felt his hoof rub her back. A bar of soap scrubbing over her as she felt a kiss on the red marks covering her neck. "I've thought up a fitting name you might like. It's after my favorite gem." He smirked.

"Countess Ruby."