Decoy

Decoy was in a much better mood in the morning, and finding out that it wasn’t going to have to work with the unicorn who’d stolen its cuddle-buddy didn’t hurt. It was on metal-plate duty again, since one of the cranes was in the shop (again) and they didn’t want to get behind schedule. It was tiring but satisfying work, even if it had already developed the optimized lifting form and didn’t need to do anything creative.

Even better, one of the ponies it worked with was up for a quick bit of sex during lunch, hidden away in one of the outhouses. It only lasted for a few minutes, but a few minutes of clinging to a grunting, sweating stallion while he unloaded himself in its vagina took the edge off – and they were right there in what passed for a restroom, so cleaning up was simple.

“Hey!” came an angry voice from the sky, as the two of them emerged. “I said I had next!”

“And then you said you wanted to wait until after work,” Decoy replied to its surly pegasus roommate. “I’m letting you have the spot you wanted, isn’t that enough?”

“Ugh, fine,” she growled. “You’d better make it up to me tonight!” She stormed off, leaving behind a crackle of static and a slight scent of ozone.

“Ow!” yelped the stallion Decoy had just fucked, shocking himself on the outhouse latch. “What’s her problem?”

“I don’t think she really has a problem,” Decoy said. “She’s like that all the time.”

Two minutes after the shift ended, the pegasus swooped down and grabbed Decoy by its ear. “Come on,” she said. “We’re burning daylight.”

“What about dinner?” it asked, stumbling along after her for a few steps, then shifting its ear out of her grasp and trotting alongside.

“We’ll eat when we get there.”

The first stop was evidently not ‘there’, since there was no food. It the train station that it had originally arrived at, a private spur off the Appleoosa/San Palomino line mostly used for construction materials. The pegasus led it over to a small booth, with a sign reading ‘Disbursement’.

“We need some spending money,” the pegasus said to the clerk, once they got to the front of the line. “Fifty bits from my account – do you have any money?” she asked Decoy.

“I should,” it replied. The caseworker had told it it would be paid for the sex work.

“Fifty bits from her account too.”

“Alright. Place your hoof on the pad,” the clerk said. The pegasus complied, and was handed a small bag of bits. “You have four hundred and sixteen bits remaining in your account, Miss Tsunami.”

“Your turn,” she said, lifting up Decoy’s hoof in her mouth and setting it on the pad.

The clerk watched an automatic abacus as the beads snapped into place, then shoved five beads in the second row from one side to the other, and handed Decoy another small bit bag. “And you have two thousand, three hunded and sixteen remaining in your account, Miss Decoy.”

“Woah, you’re rich,” the pegasus said, hovering up to look at the abacus, as if to confirm the clerk’s reading. “I should make you pay for everything.”

“How do I have that many?” Decoy asked. “I only get paid for sex work, and only did one party.”

The clerk spoke up. “I don’t have access to the records, but if I had to guess, one of your customers was a really good tipper.”

“Makes sense. They don’t invite people over unless they’re super rich,” the pegasus said. “Come on, we don’t want to miss the train.”

===

They didn’t miss the train. The pegasus declined its offer of some quick sex in the outhouse while they waited, but let it stroke her back while she preened her wings to pass the time.

“Ugh, I hate this,” she complained, after a half hour had passed. “Now I remember why I never go to San Palomino.”

“It’s not very far,” Decoy said. “We could probably just fly there.”

“And arrive all sweaty? No thanks. We’ll fly back, though.”

They weren’t the only workers waiting for the train, when it arrived fifteen minutes later. A few dozen ponies got on with them, packing into the passenger car tacked on at the end of the mostly empty cargo train. At least they didn’t have to pay – tagging along on the outbound trip was free for employees.

“How is everypony else getting back?” it asked. Most of the other ponies on the train were earth ponies, and couldn’t just fly back.

“There’s a return trip in the early morning,” she explained. “You party in ‘Palomino, pay for an overnight hotel room, then scramble for the early train so you don’t have to gallop back in the dark. Or else you miss your shift.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s daft. Nopony in their right mind would even try it, but look at all these fools.”

Decoy looked around at them. None of them seemed to be paying any attention, and the train’s rattle was loud enough that it wasn’t easy to overhear them.

“Now. We have a few minutes before we arrive, so I’d like to change you into my dream date,” the pegasus said. “I can’t be seen with you like this.”

“Alright,” Decoy said. “Describe them?”

“A unicorn, of course,” she said. “Male. Dark grey fur, black mane and tail. Medium length and messy.”

Decoy changed to fit her description. It was odd coloration for a pony, but not entirely unheard of.

She looked him over. “Hmm… make the horn curved a little, can you? And red on the tip?”

“You could just say you wanted me to look like King Sombra,” Decoy said, shifting into his best Sombra impression.

“No!” she said, blushing. “I mean… it’s a good start, but it’s not enough.”

“Enough what?”

“Wings. You should be an alicorn. Make the feathers have the same red highlights as your horn.”

Decoy formed blood-edged wings, as requested. The rest of the ponies on the train were definitely watching them now. “What about a cutie mark?” he asked, in Sombra’s surprisingly whiny voice.

“Ugh, no – that voice is just… make it deeper. More gravelly.”

“Cutie mark?” he asked again, in a deep rumbling voice that even he had to admit was pretty sexy.

The pegasus had to think about that one for a while, then perked up. “Pony skull! With a bloody axe in it, chopping it in half.”

Decoy formed the mark requested, but had to ask, “If it’s chopping skulls, why would the axe be bloody?”

“What? I don’t –” the pegasus sputtered. “It doesn’t matter! It just needs the blood to look right with the rest of the colors, okay?”

“Whatever you say,” Decoy rumbled. “How about a personality? I’m guessing you don’t want ‘obsessed with crystals’.”

“Obsessed with me” the pegasus said.

“As you wish,” Decoy said, wrapping one of his wings around her.

“What are you doing?” she hissed as he cuddled her to his side, squirming a bit but not hard enough to break out of the surprisingly firm grip.

“I’m keeping you safe from these ruffians,” he replied, glaring at the ponies around them. “This one is mine! Find your own princess to court.”

She giggled at that. Most of the other ponies also took it as a joke, and went back to chatting amongst themselves. One still looked angry, but didn’t feel like pressing the issue. Decoy counted that as a flawless success.

===

Decoy had been to San Palomino before, but never as a red and black alicorn. It started out okay, without only a few strange looks from the ponies at the supply depot, but the ponies got denser and denser as they walked with the rest of the construction ponies towards the town’s commercial core, and he still stood out.

“Mommy!” screamed a colt’s voice.

“Ha, look at them,” the pegasus with him said, grinning as she hovered down the street next to him. “They’re jealous that they don’t have a date like you.”

Decoy thought that they might be more worried that he was about to usher in a new reign of darkness, but as long as it was just staring and the occasional mutter, he was willing to let it go.

She took him to a fancy restaurant – fancy for San Palomino, at least. The waiters and maître d’ all wore dresses and suits, but the clientele were naked as often as not so they obviously didn’t have a dress code for customers.

“Party of two?” asked the maître d’. “I’m afraid the wait time is around thirty minutes, but I can add you to the list.”

“I have a reservation, for Tsunami,” the pegasus said, holding her head high.

“Is that so,” the unicorn at the desk said, flipping through his book. “Ah, yes! Here it is. You have a reservation for one.”

“You don’t have any tables that seat one that don’t seat two, so I figured it would be okay to bring my friend here,” she said, smiling at him sweetly. “My new coltfriend.”

Decoy held out a hoof, and introduced himself. “Bloodaxe Deathbone. Pleasure to meet you.”

The unicorn looked him over, frowning. “You aren’t planning on terrorizing any of our other guests, are you Messier Deathbone? We have a strict no-disintegration policy.”

“I care nothing for these peons,” he rumbled in reply. “Now cease this delay! My lady has delayed her evening meal for long enough.”

The maître d’ nodded, and showed them to their seat, which was in one of the back rooms. “Where did you find him?” hissed the unicorn to the pegasus as they passed through a narrow tunnel, out of view of the other guests. “And how much does he charge?”

“Ew, I’m not paying him!” the pegasus said, pressing up against Decoy’s side.

“The lady and I have been forced by circumstances to share an abode,” Decoy explained.

By that point, they were back out in public and the unicorn had to slip back into character, showing them to a tiny table tucked away in a dark, private corner in silence. “Your waiter will be by shortly to explain our menu this evening,” he said, once they were seated, then bowed his head and returned to the front.

The pegasus was still a bit ruffled. “The nerve of some ponies! Thinking I’d pay for a date.”

“What’s wrong with hiring professionals?” Decoy asked. The only money he had at the moment was from getting paid for something fairly similar, and she hadn’t seemed to care about that before.

“Nothing, I guess,” she said, calming a little. “But nopony’s going to be jealous that I paid for a date. They have to think that you’re a real date.”

“Is this not a real date?” Decoy asked.

She counted down on her wing, folding her flight feathers as she listed off, “You’re doing it to humor me, you’d sleep with literally anypony who asked, and I was your last choice out of everypony in our room. So yeah, it’s pretty fake.”

A unicorn in a white suit arrived after a few minutes, setting a plate of bread and vinegar on their table. His blank expression didn’t last very long, slipping easily into a frown. “Tsunami.”

“Porter. Fancy seeing you here,” she said, smirking at him. “I finally decided to use the reservation you gave me. Wanted to show my new stallion a good time.”

“I suppose that would be the only way,” the waiter replied. “Where did you find this… thing?”

“It wasn’t hard,” the pegasus replied.

He sneered. “I suppose it isn’t, if you’re willing to lower your standards enough.”

Decoy extended a wing, and slapped the waiter in the face.

“What?” he turned towards him, shocked.

Decoy slapped him again. “Apologize.”

“Like Tartaros!”

Decoy stood up, towering over the pony, and added a soft glow to his eyes. It was only firefly luminescence, but in the dim lighting it was sufficient. “I will not stand idly by while you insult my lady. Apologize to her, or suffer.”

Instead, the waiter lit his horn, but at close range that was countered easily enough. Decoy flicked out his tongue and wrapped it around the glowing spike before the spell could form, leaving behind a shell of slime that would keep him from casting for a while – and a nasty feedback headache, from the interrupted magic.

“Oh. My. Celestia,” the pegasus said, resting her face on her hooves. “You are such an idiot.”

“I’m sorry,” Decoy said, “but he intended violence.”

“Not you!” she clarified.

“Gah… what… ?” The unicorn tried casting again, giving himself another shock to the horn as it fizzled out. “What did you do to me?!”

“Go wash off, you moron!” the pegasus shouted. “Then send over a real waiter, if you can’t do your job.”

The unicorn stumbled off, bumping into the walls as the pain blinded him. Decoy sat back down as soon as he was out of sight. “Maybe we should run.”

“No way,” the pegasus said. “The food here is killer.” She laughed. “And good job with Porter. Although I think he’ll figure out you’re a changeling once he sees what you did to his horn.”

“I don’t think anypony with the slightest bit of intelligence could fail to figure out my true nature, just from my appearance,” Decoy replied.

“Yeah, okay, maybe I went a bit overboard,” the pegasus admitted, “but he’s an idiot.”

Eventually, another waiter came to take their order, and dinner proceeded without further incident. It was, in fact, quite tasty.

===

After the meal they walked around the shopping area for a bit – the restaurant bill had used up most of their bits, so they didn’t bother going in any of the stores or anything. The pegasus seemed proud to be seen with her alicorn date, and chatted about the city (apparently she’d grown up in San Palomino) and the job (she had no idea what they were building either). She was very easy to talk to, since Decoy didn’t have to say much of anything for her to ramble on with this or that complaint. The weather ponies were lazy, the city was overrun with ponies from the rest of Equestria now, the wilderness was boring since they’d driven away all the monsters.

Eventually, it was time to fly home. The sun was down, the moon was up, and the stores were starting to close. The air was getting chilly, but the city’s stone buildings and roads held heat better than the surrounding sand, which made for a nice updraft to start them on their way.

“So are we going to actually have sex at some point?” Decoy asked, as they circled around and around each other to gain altitude, in something not entirely unlike a dance.

“You don’t have to,” the pegasus replied.

“I want to, though,” Decoy said. “I’ll be disappointed if we don’t. Coming out here was fun, but I’ve been thinking about pinning you down and making you scream until you’re too exhausted to move and I can cuddle your sweaty, limp body against my own for the rest of the night.”

That made her falter a bit. “Ah… yeah, I can see that,” she said, flapping harder to make up the altitude she’d lost. “I don’t know if I can un-see that.”

“I’m sure you won’t want to un-feel it,” Decoy said, grinning.

She was quiet for a bit. “Is it safe? I’m not – I don’t use birth control. It gives me cramps.”

“I won’t get you pregnant unless you ask me to,” Decoy said. There was a little tube that connected the balls to the penis, and he’d been trained to leave it disconnected by default, so he wouldn’t be getting anypony pregnant even if he’d had the form long enough to make sperm in the first place.

“I want to and I don’t want to,” she said, after thinking about it for a while. “And we’re high enough, come on.”

They glided through the night sky together for a while, both of them dark-colored enough to be almost invisible except where they blotted out the stars. Decoy was completely lost at this point, but trusted her to know where they were going.

She led him to a tower of stone, with no ground route to the top and a halo of withered brush around the edge concealing a bowl of soft sand in the middle. “I used to bring all my dates here,” she said, prancing around to get a better look at the place. The sand was white enough to shine in the starlight, and Decoy couldn’t swear that it didn’t glow faintly. “I mean, except for the ones who’d bring me here.” She kicked at a crumpled bit of greasy paper from a street-vendor’s carrot into the bushes. “Looks like the tradition is still going strong.”

“I guess we’re lucky nopony else is here tonight,” he said, walking over to her and stroking her back with his red-tipped feathers. “We have it all to ourselves.”

She turned and spread her own wing to stroke his side, while she nuzzled at his neck. “Urgh, I can’t stand this,” she said. “It’s not like I’ve never had sex before. Why am I so afraid?”

“Ponies put a lot of importance on it,” Decoy said, nibbling at her ears, gently. “There might be a good reason. I’m not the pony to ask.”

“You’re not a pony,” she said, nipping his hide.

“I could be less of a pony, if that would make it easier,” Decoy suggested.

She backed up a step, so she could look him in the eyes. “Like how?”

Decoy shifted his fur to be black as night, and matte, so that he became a hole in the world, and put the firefly bioluminescence back into his eyes so that they glowed faintly green. He spread his wings wide against the sky, then shifted the flight feathers into shiny tentacles that extended to the sides and then curved towards the pegasus mare.

…who leapt into the sky, and hovered ten feet up and back. “How is that easier!?!” she shouted, panting heavily.

“Because you don’t have a choice,” Decoy said, in a voice like three ponies whispering just slightly out of sync with each other. “You can be captured, and struggle against my grip…” The tentacles slowly reached up towards her, but she backed away.

“No, stop! This is worse!” she said.

Decoy engulfed itself in flames, and returned to its default form. “Oh. I thought it was the sort of thing you’d like.”

She thumped to the ground next to him, and smacked him on the cheek – not very hard, but it stung. “I want to be in control,” she said.

Decoy frowned, but had an idea. “Then how about this?” Flames engulfed it again, and when they stopped it was gone, except for a thick black tube, sitting in the sand.

The pegasus picked it up with a wing, and laughed as it flopped slightly to the side. “A dildo?”

“We can do inanimate objects,” it squeaked, using the hole at the tip of the penis-shape as a tiny mouth. “And then animate them, if we want. But this way, you’re in control.”

The pegasus sat in the sand, then rolled back to spread her legs and expose herself to the night sky. “Alright, I guess I can try this…” she said, slowly lowering Decoy towards her nethers.

It waited patiently while she lowered it into place, sighing internally as it felt her fuzzy fur brush over its sensitive tip, again and again as she slowly caressed herself with it. Eventually, her grip shifted and she pressed it between her lips, into the slick warmth of her folds… and again, caressed herself with it for a while, sliding it across her labia and coating it with her juices. When she pressed the tip of it against her clit, Decoy squirmed a little, and she cried out, but didn’t pull it away for a good twenty seconds.

When she did, she held it up to her face and licked it, sending more of the squirmy pleasure through what passed for its body. “Alright,” she said. “You can fuck me. As yourself, I mean.”

Decoy’s fire didn’t burn her as it transformed in her grip, growing a changeling body attached to the increasingly less-rubberized penis. “Myself with a dick, I assume?”

“Yeah, obviously.” She wrapped her lips around its cock, and slid it into her mouth, although the angle was bad for getting it very deep.

It still felt really, really good, and it let her play with it for a while, until she backed off and just started stroking it with a hoof. It took that as a sign to step back and position itself to enter her properly. It nestled its cock into her folds, and leaned down to kiss her as she stroked its sides with her wings, its own wings up and buzzing.

She moaned as it slipped inside, slowly pushing itself into her and subtly reshaping its cock until it perfectly fit her hole. Her forelegs clutched at its neck, her knees clenched against its flanks, and it started to thrust into her repeatedly, smacking the chitin of its crotch against her fuzziness just before it would have painfully bottomed out, the little spikes and ridges it usually added to a ‘changeling penis’ scraping against her insides and adding pleasure for them both.

It wasn’t sure if she ever climaxed, or if so how many times – her cute little squeaks and moans and cries of ‘yes!’ built to a crescendo several times, usually followed by a long low groan as she gyrated her hips around it… after several of those, it stopped holding back, letting its pleasure build until its rhythm disintegrated into a frantic burst of thrusting, followed by the twitching release as it pumped its load deep inside her.

She let go of it after that, wings and other limbs limp and sweaty, just as it had predicted. She twitched as it slowly extracted itself, then started stroking its ears as it lied down on top of her, resting its head on her chest, while a hoof played with her thigh.

“We should head back,” she said, after they’d shared a timeless expanse basking in the afterglow. “We won’t be able to hear the wake-up bell from here.”

===

When they got back, the construction site was silent. The pegasus slowly opened the door to their room, and they slipped inside, closing it behind them just as slowly.

The earth pony who slept above the pegasus was asleep, and didn’t seem to have stirred from their entry... but the mare who normally slept above Decoy was nowhere to be seen.

It was too tired to do more than wonder at that, though, and slipped quickly into dreams of chopping up skeleton-ponies and having them explode into fountains of blood.