The sun was high in the sky, beating down on the hard concrete under hoof. I didn’t mind though. It was my city, my stomping ground. I smiled a little as I got to the meeting place. The parking lot was empty. On the ground, the lines for carriages were fading. It felt like the whole city. A decaying place. A place that had seen better days-
My wings ruffled on my back, but that was the only give away that I was feeling nervous. My eyes focused on an earth stallion wearing a hoodie and looking down at the ground while whistling. This was my contact, and he was a fucking moron.
“Have you never done this before?” I said to him with a laugh.
“N-no,” he said with a stutter in his voice. I lowered my head and laughed a little.
“Whisperweed isn’t even a felony, especially not a bag this puny,” my voice startled him. “But seriously, I’m a busy mare, so hoof over the bits.” He pulled out a sack of bits from a bag, and tossed them at me. I caught them in a wing and pulled them close to me. My other wing pulled the small bag of green and tossed it at him.
“Uh, thanks,” he said in a low voice. I shrugged and pulled out a blunt made from the same. With a wing, I pulled out a lighter and flicked it. A little peel of fire came from it. I held the end of the wrap over it. It ignited and I killed the flame and jammed it into my pocket. The sweet sensation of whisperweed hit my brain soon after.
The city itself was decayed as ever, monuments to a past age of progress falling apart at the seams. It wasn’t my problem. I dropped the dregs of the blunt on the ground and stomped it into the pavement. I wanted lunch.
Nearer to my part of the city, I found a noodle cart selling spicy zebrican food, I threw some of my bits into a cup, and the Zebra mare selling the food hoofed me over a carton of noodles. When I sat down at a park bench a few blocks away, the smell of noodles assaulted my nose. Maybe that was just the whisperweed munchies, or maybe I had forgotten to eat for the past couple hours?
It was a moot point as I scarfed down the noodles, the spicy flavour sticking to my throat and singing me. It was a good burn. I threw it away in a can a few minutes later. The sky was blue, and I felt like it was a good time to see a friend- With a flap of my wings I took to the sky.
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When I landed on the balcony on the side of an apartment building, there was a soft pop in my knees. It felt good. The sky was my home, and everywhere else made me feel nervous. Still, I wanted to see my friend, so I opened the sliding glass door and walked into the apartment. The air smelled like curry, and standing beside the range was my friend Weldbead. He had earbuds in, and he clearly wasn’t going to notice me. So, I shut the door quietly and walked on the tips of my hooves. I made it behind him, before tapping him on the cutie mark with a hoof. He literally jumped into the air, before spinning around and trying to throw a kick. I just backed off and started laughing.
“Don’t do that!” Weld said as he pulled the earbuds from his ears. My diaphragm was starting to ache as I laughed.
“I’ll remember that for next time, birdie boy,” I said to him as I finally managed to get my mirth under control. He just glared at me for a moment, before turning back to his cooking.
“Fruit-fucker,” he said before stirring the curry mix with his mouth. He spit out the wooden spoon after a few rotations. I walked up to him and wrapped a leathery wing around him. “Anyhow, were you just in the neighborhood or something?”
“Kinda, I sold some weed to a really nervous stallion,” I said before meeting his gaze. “But I have something better than Whisperweed.”
“I’m listening, I mean, you owe me after nearly sending me into cardiac arrest,” Weld said before picking up the spoon again.
“It’s this new stuff from Zebrica, made from leaves and alchemy,” I said to him before pulling the small baggie out of my coat pocket.
“What does it do?” Weld asked through the spoon in his mouth. I just smiled at him and went to his cupboard and pulled out a cutting board. The scarred and battered bamboo surface was perfect. I laid out a small pile of the powder, before separating it into lines of discrete lines. The next thing I needed was a plastic straw from his supply. He watched me with interest, and probably some fear as I squeezed one of my nostrils shut with a forehoof and took one of the ends of the straw and pushed it into my other nostril. My neck craned down as I aimed the straw at the right line. I sucked in a breath and I felt the granules travel up the straw and hit my mucus membranes deep inside my snout. Before I even finished the line, I was feeling the euphoria, the energy, and the arousal…
“Good? Bad? Something in between?” Weld asked as he turned off the burner and watched me smile like I had a nervous system problem.
“Very good, the best, you gotta try it Weldy!” I replied in a voice that flitted out of me without any sense of me actually saying it, or intending to say it. He looked startled at my tempo. I could feel the air on my skin, the little bit of exhaustion in my wing muscles, and with a tiny flick of my tail, the tingling in my marehood. Oh yeah, this shit wasn’t cut. Well, probably not cut too much.
“O-okay,” he said without a tinge of confidence in his voice. I watched him come over, before picking up the straw and sucking a line of the delicious zebra powder into his snout. When he turned around, there was an equally broad smile on his muzzle. And on a hunch, I looked down below his barrel. He was already dropping out of his sheath.
“This is amazing! Why don’t they sell this everywhere?” Weld said as his wings fluttered on his back and he jumped up and down on his hooves.
“Because the state is fundamentally opposed to pony flourishing,” I replied in a single breath, maybe in the same second. Still he seemed to understand, with a stomp of his forelegs on the linoleum floor, he flared his wings out to their full span.
“Fuck the state!” Weld said with a whinny. My smile redoubled and I stepped up to him. Our muzzles were only separated by a breath’s length.
“We can throw bricks through Moon-bucks windows later,” I said as I pulled him closer to me with a foreleg, wrapping my foreleg around his withers and pulling his chest against mine. He was warm. His heart was beating like crazy, and I’m sure mine was too. This was like being alive, but more!
“Huh? Why’s that the first thing that comes to your mind when we talk about smashing the state?” Weldbead asked curiously, before I pushed my muzzle into his. My lips met his, and when his tongue pressed into said lips, I opened up for him. His tongue delved deeply into my muzzle, finding my tongue and meeting it. One of his forelegs ventured forth and wrapped itself around my neck, pulling me into him. I moaned into his muzzle as I felt him control me. He was bigger than me. He was a stallion, and I was a mare. I belonged beneath him-
“I’m gonna breed you,” Weld whispered huskily into my ear. My wings flew open and my legs started to shake. He just smiled at me, before releasing my neck and pulling me by virtue of my leg around him. There was a harsh release of breath from him, and a quick shrug of his shoulders to drop my leg off of his form.
“Yes Papi,” I whispered at the same time as my clitoris winked against my tail. I was getting wet, even as the actual high from the powder ebbed away. What he did next surprised me a lot. He grabbed the cutting board with and sat it on the floor, before throwing himself down on his rump. His cock was throbbing and leaking in the cool air of the apartment. I stared at it hungrily. Weld noticed and smiled broadly. And then, he pushed one of the lines of powder down the top of his member. He made a strange sound as it came into contact with his flesh. I dropped down after taking the straw off the counter, before sucking the line of powder into my nose. His cock twitched at the novel experience.
“Good girl,” Weldbead said before grabbing my head with both of his forelegs and forcing my muzzle against his cock. My tongue popped out as I felt the powder hit my brain again, I was warm and alive in a way that I could never reach anyway else. The wetness of my tongue must have felt different as he shuddered and sighed at the touch of it where the powder had been. Before I could protest, not that I wanted to, he rammed his cock against my lips.
I opened up for him and tasted the salt and sweat of a stallion’s rod in my mouth. My moan of pleasure only brought out a grunt from him, as he pulled me towards his sheath. I made sure to lick around the full circumference of his medial ring. Before pulling back my head and then dropping forward again.
“That powder is weird, but I like it,” Weld said dreamily as I blew him. My head just bobbed up and down, giving this stallion my time for his pleasure. If either of us had been paying attention, we could have heard the splash as my pussy dripped onto the floor in fat droplets.
When he let me up to breathe, I smiled and felt the saliva and precum drip from the edges of my mouth, with a long string of spit connecting my lips to his member for a moment. That sight made him throb and leak a dollop of pre that I immediately licked up. And then, with an insistence that I never associated with him, he pushed me back onto his rod. This time I tried to take him into my throat. He mewled at my attempts, before I felt the tip of his cock flare up. That was about all the warning I had before it started to shoot ropes of cum against the back of my mouth. It only took a few of his thick ropes to fill my muzzle to the brim. His hooves dropped away and my ears fell against my head and I released his member with a wet plop.
He kept cumming, and I barely managed to close my eyes as he spurted a couple more ropes of jizz across my face. When I stopped feeling the hydraulic force of his cum against my face, I opened my eyes again and saw him leaning against limply against the cupboard. I laughed harshly at that.
“Done already bird brain?” I said to him before watching as he pulled himself back to his hooves at my words. I barely had time to register what he was doing before he grabbed my foreleg and pulled me roughly in the direction of his bedroom.
“Not even close,” he said with an audible sniff. The next thing I knew, he had thrown me onto his bed, and spread my legs before brusquely rubbing his hoof over my marehood. It came away sticky. Very sticky. Almost as sticky as my face was. At that thought, I started to push the cum towards my muzzle, and lick it up. My throat bobbed up and down as I swallowed his seed. It was only after I finished cleaning the majority of the cum off of my face that I realized his hoof wasn’t touching me anymore, and Weld himself was gone.
“Where ya at?” I said in a voice brimming with equal parts arousal and confusion. My answer was found when I saw him turn the corner to his bedroom door with the cutting board held carefully before him. The last two lines of powder glinted in the light flowing from the overhead bulbs. They looked fucking great.
“Right here, mangoloid,” Weld said as he trotted over to the bed. My hinds were still splayed in front of him, my slit leaking like a poorly fitted faucet. He stood over me raising the cutting board above me, before tilting it towards the vertical. I felt a chill and numbness as the powder collected in two thin lines across my breasts. I looked up at him, smiling as he pulled the straw out and did the first line across my right breast. I moaned at the sensation and the hunger that redoubled in his eyes.
One of his hooves came down and cupped the tingling breast, squeezing it hard, as he pulled himself halfway up the mattress. My pussy was at the edge of the bed, and I could see his throbbing length beneath his barrel, already lining up for the rutting I was about to receive.
“C’mon, finish it off and rut me!” I said breathlessly. He met my gave, before leaning down again, and doing the remaining line. There was fire and power in his eyes. He whinnied bestially, before pushing himself forward, catching my lips with his. At the same time as our lips connected, the tip of his dripping cock pressed against my tunnel. I winked hard, spraying his crotch with my juices. At the same time, be forced his tongue into my muzzle just as he penetrated me. I moaned into his mouth and felt my eyes roll back in their sockets as he pressed into me.
“Good bat,” Weld growled at me after releasing my lips. I managed to tilt my head up to stare at him. He pulled back his hips, before ramming back inside me. This time he hilted his cock in me. I felt so full with his cock in me. I let out a high pitched moan as my clit rammed out and pressed into his sheath. The next thrust was punctuated by his medial ring pressing my clit backward. He just grunted at the feeling, as I gripped the fabric of the bed with my forehooves.
He smelled incredible, his cooking spices, his sweat, and just the masculinity of him- His chest came into contact with mine, and for just a moment I could feel his heartbeat against mine. The feeling was divine. Sensations travelled like high voltage current down my spine. My stomach was knotting up with the beginnings of an orgasm. All the while, he was losing whatever rhythm he had started with. The fast thrusts felt amazing, his medial ring stretching out my entrance with each battering motion.
Without thinking, my hinds moved on their own, locking around his rump, holding him in place. He looked annoyed at that, and sunk his teeth into my shoulder, biting me just lightly enough to avoid breaking the skin-
“Eeeeeeeee!” I moaned out in a pitch that could probably break glass. My entire body locked up, my legs holding him in place as my walls tighted around his cock. With all of his effort he managed to pull back a couple inches before sinking into me again, I felt the head of his cock flare inside me just as he pressed his hips into mine completely.
I tensed up my hinds with all the strength I could muster, I wanted his cum in me, I wanted to be bred. And so, the ropes fired off harder than before, giving my insides a dousing of hot seed. Finally, my orgasm fell away, and Weld collapsed atop me, his muzzle ending up in the crook of my neck. My hinds limply held him in place, and I was absolutely sure that there was a puddle of cum collecting under me.
“You know, curry sounds good,” I said to him as he stayed where he was.
He just snorted.
Author's Note
I finally got to use the Narcotics tag, so that alone is a milestone. Also, unlike most the mind-altering chemicals I write about, I've never done the mysterious powder from Zebrica...
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