Caballeron's Prize

Doctor Caballeron sat at the desk as the sunset over the desert reflected off of the sandy dunes, the orange and red sky pleasing his eyes between glances as his lips wiggled with the pen in his mouth. Scribbling down writing out of Scootaloo's sight. Her wings were tied while sitting on the bed rather inebriated, after the second shot of the bourbon she was rather dizzy and silly feeling. The numbness luckily setting in as she recovered and blinked slowly, for how ruthless the stallion was he didn't chastise her for the tears she spilled. Her mouth felt dry from the booze and insane amounts of kissing he forced upon her, tasting the adult flavors of booze and cigar from her captor's mouth. "Could I have some water?" She gulped, catching his attention.

"Of course. Silly of me to not give you any." He chuckled, lifting himself and pouring a glass for her before carrying it to the bed, placing it under her to drink from as he rested his hooves on the foot of the bed casually, leaning near her with a half lidded gaze. "I'll get us some food in a bit. Feeling better?"

"You're an asshole."

"Understandable." He chuckled, pushing the water down and pressing his nose on hers. His snicker immediately replaced with an unamused expression. "Talk that way again and we'll use that asshole next." He frowned, letting the water cup back up to her lips as she gave a blushing pout, slowly sipping cautiously from the threat. She glanced away as he went back to that warm smile he fooled everyone with, her spine tingling from his lack of tact in enjoying watching her. She finally finished the glass and placed it near his hooves. She felt his rough stubble along her chin as his lips pressed on the smaller mouth. She blushed again in her drunken state, not reciprocating despite how intensely her chest tightened at such a brazen act of affection.

Her lips parted from his as he lifted the glass, bringing it back to the small bar area. He stretched himself with a hard yawn, shaking his tail at her, making her wince and turn her attention to the window nearby, watching the dunes pass by as dust flew along the train. Little to her knowledge a plow fixed to the front blowing any mounds that accumulated on the tracks away. Her hoof adjusted the rope, nearly tipping over as she tried to roll them off. "Do I really need to be tied up? I can't even fly properly." She complained.

He slowly made his way to the nearby wooden desk, placing his flanks down and picking up a quill between his fangs and opening an ink jar. "I could pluck them off if you prefer." He glanced back at her raising his eyebrows up and down as if she'd even consider it. He begun writing down on the piece before pausing with a new thought hitting him and placing the feather down, pulling a string with a handle attached and going back down to writing.

"What was that?" Her head tilted, catching his attention before pointing him at string dangling overhead.

"Just pulling some strings, cariño. Don't worry about it." He sighed, going back to writing. She grumbled, now starting to feel the slow build of a fillies boredom set in, looking around. She climbed off the bed, wobbling a bit as he did whatever business he had going on at the desk.

Across the room behind the stallion she spotted two pleather chairs facing each other with a coffee table between them. At the door she walked into an open barrel with several tools including shovels, two umbrellas, a fire poker even though there wasn't a fireplace in the room and oh my, a spear! She looked at him invested in his writing as she slowly made her way over to the barrel, almost tripping over her hooves as she walked. The floor was carpeted heavily, luckily saving her from catching his attention as she rose up to the edge of the barrel. Her teeth trying to wrap around the giant stick, though it was too girthy for her to even grasp.

"You're better off trying with the fire poker."

Her body froze as she felt the vibrations of his throat hum into her ears. She looked up to see the emerald eyes of the doctor looking down at her. "Uh. I was just bored." She exclaimed, feeling his chest rest on her little back.

"Rogues wouldn't appreciate you playing with his spear. Helps with swamp creatures." He explained, leaning over her and lifting it in his maw. His hoof lifting over her back to get around and resting the unsharp part of the stick on the ground to lean on with a hoof around it. "Say you manage miraculously get enough force with this in that little body and take me down. What then?" He asked bluntly, genuinely curious of her answer.

She stuttered between ums and uhs while he patiently waited, rocking side by side with the giant spear. "I'd um. Use the fire poker to try and break the l-lock. If I couldn't find a key to open it."

"Not bad, you killed me with with this spear so not impossible. What then?"

She frowned and slumped over and glared daggers at him. "Then I'd get these stupid ropes off and walk back to the camp and find my friends!" She yelled, only receiving some nods at her answering. He spun the spear over and dropped the sharp end back into the barrel. Going back to the small bar area and taking out a near empty pitcher of water.

"We're surrounded by 100 miles of desert. It's night so you might be alright until morning with those blankets. Then the sun rises and your maybe halfway there, if you walked all night. If you go on other cars in this train my fellows will nab you with ease and find me dead. So you can't get more supplies that way before leaving. Now you only have a bit of water and the sun beating down at high noon while hauling my cum stained blankets." He explained, making her head shrink more and more as embarrassment grew inside her, making her look away pathetically at the mention of the mess they made.

He seemed actually upset as he leaned down over her as he disassembled her thoughts. He was cut off before continuing by a knock on the door from the other cabin as he looked up. The doctor walked back to the desk and rolled up the paper he was writing on, opening the slide window where Withers was standing, the wind and dust hitting him from outside with a covered platter on his back. He passed the paper and was given a platter while Scootaloo watched with defeated eyes.

Caballeron placed the shining platter on the coffee table near the two red seats and spoke to Withers. "More water please. Maybe juice for her if we have it." He requested. The stallion outside closed the slide window and took his leave. The older beige earth pony continued his conversation with the filly, who could smell the food under the platter and sat across from him. "Neither of us want you being a snack for vultures to pick at. So if you have anymore ideas, think them through better. From teacher to student." He sighed, finishing his speech and lifting the platter, revealing two plates of chopped and steamed red potatoes with asparagus, which made the fillies mouth water.

Her attention still fell on the only stallion in the room as she slowly begun eating, finishing the first bite before asking her next question. "Where are we going?"

The stallion quieted as he took his own bite, catching her worried gaze and admiring her curious gaze. "You and I are going to Somnambula. To finish what I started." He calmly took a bite of his food, seeing Withers reappear with a fresh pitcher. The doctor getting up to leave Scootaloo to put two and two together as her replaced thier pitcher with the new one. She turned with her pupils shrunk in her drunken haze.

"Y-you're setting a trap!?"

"Not just any. The final one." He poured them both glasses on the table of water as he sat back down. "She'll come with a ransom, or maybe not. Doesn't really matter to me." He smiled at her, leaning back. "You and I faked our deaths, cariño. She'll come for you with Daring and once they do, they'll be finished off and I can take what riches in Somnambula we left behind. Then after we can simply disappear before any curious parties come for her."

He was insane. Her blood became ice as her jaw dropped and tried to make some sort of words. Any. She'd never seen a pony so sure of themselves! Her appetite slowed as she felt herself sobering some. "W-we?"

"You, Scootaloo. You and I. I'm not sure what the others plans are once we finally finish it but all I've wanted for years now was to settle with an adoring mare with all the wealth needed and then some. A sunny remote place with my own little palace. Treasure hunting, stealing. It was all for it, and I'd be done already if Daring had just gone along with it. Now I'm forced to this." He hung his hoof open in a broad sweep, the train, the kidnapping, the plan in general all showing his collective effort with the sway of a hoof.

"I'm not settling with you at all, and you won't win!" She protested desperately, not getting much of a worried reaction as he leaned back with another half grin gazing over her.

"You kissed me back when we were on the bed Scootaloo. You'll do it again. More and more." He smiled, setting the cover back on the platter as her rear hooves twitched again, feeling his energy shift from social to... Intimate. He gently approached her around the table as she shifted further, only to feel his hoof on her jaw again, gently pulling her head closer as his teeth gently caught her ear, licking the tip in his maw as her face became pure red again. "Scootaloo." He breathed, making her chest tighten to the same intensity from her love sickness before. She shouldn't feel this comfortable with this! "Come to bed with me. I love your company."

She let out the breath she was holding with shuddering pants. His rough jaw tickling her ear as she lowered, melting from the heat of his words. "I-I won't..."

"Scootaloo..."

Her body almost acted on itself, slowly getting up as she defeatedly made her way back to that messy bed. She heard clinking behind her at the bar as her hooves hopped up and turned, seeing the stallion approaching with two more glasses of that bourbon. He set the small glass in front of her and brought out his own. Quietly she met his eyes fully for the first time since she even met him. To her dismay it wasn't hard to look at, his features even and handsome. And the adult scent from him becoming more and more easy on her nose. His aged face and bright eyes calmly smiled while they brought thier glasses to thier lips, slamming down thier shots. The filly letting out a matching sigh with Caballeron, making him chuckle warmly before moving thier glasses aside onto the desk dismissively. She gulped as he climbed up over her slowly, the two sliding back to the pillows as his muzzle rubbed her soft chest with a deep inhale.

"Haaah~ Now... I believe I told you I'm going to lick every inch of you. Right?"

"R-right..."