Secret Admirer

An icy breeze cut through the withered town of Winsome Falls. Wind cold enough to rip into the bones of a pony assaulted the long dead town, howling through dilapidated, decayed domiciles and skittering across the remains of what once was a sleepy town with no great part in the old war. It might have been a sad sight if any pony was around to see how buildings that may once have been strong, even pleasant looking were simply falling apart, nearly two centuries later. But through that dead town nopony could speak of before or after the war, there was still at least one impressive sight to be found.

Steel Resolve stood sentinel at the threshold of her yard, not even shivering in the frigid evening air. With much help, she'd restored a house at the edge of the pre-war town. She'd contracted ponies from the nearby settlement of Lost Hope to help her turn a gutted old building into a home very reminiscent of old Equestria; her project had taken many of the summer months after setbacks and suspicion from the local ponies, but bore the fruit of shelter and a slice of civilization, for more than just herself. Some time after her 'Sanctuary' was established, ponies had even forgotten the odd characters in strange outfits that sometimes stopped by as they worked, certainly nobody in Lost Hope cared once they had access to such a safe haven; who would think twice when a titanic mare offered them a warm bed and security as they passed through?

"You're really just letting ponies stay in your house? Free of charge? No tricks?" Coin Toss asked, cocking her head curiously. Steel looked down on the small group, her grey eyes almost cold. She scrutinized the traders and their guards, a small caravan of six ponies, they'd all come a long way and were haggard even for wastelanders.

"There are rules," Steel answered. Her voice came powerful and strong as thunder, but where a pony might expect such a commanding and booming voice to be gruff or maybe scary, hers was smooth as silk, rich and accented. In fact, her voice complemented her body quite fittingly. Steel was, for lack of a better term, an absolute freak of nature. She stood very nearly three heads higher than Coin Toss, with muscle enough to make a bodybuilder sweat, calling her anything shy of gargantuan would be a gross understatement and yet, despite her beyond intimidating height and musculature, her body had a feminine grace about it that seemed uncanny, she was a massive, strong, and curiously beautiful mare. Patches of her clean silver coat were visible where she wasn't covered by warm clothing, she looked bathed and well groomed! A golden mane cascaded down her neck, lustrous and inviting, smelling vaguely of apples, her tail shared the scent and color of her mane and stopped short of the ground. Really, the only thing that seemed misplaced between her loveliness and strength were threateningly cold grey eyes.

Coin Toss and her husband, Silk Tongue, stood silently as they waited for Steel to elaborate. Every pony sized her up and took stock of her magnificence. Steel just looked coolly at the two leaders of the caravan, letting them drink in her sight a little longer. "First. You will bring no pony or any creature of ill and malicious intent into Sanctuary. I will execute any creature, even a prisoner, that wills the harm of good ponies or the destruction of the old world." as the great mare spoke, her accent became very distinguishable. Her voice carried no small hint of a Trottingham accent, one that only seemed to add to her elegance. "Second, this house is refuge for all ponies regardless of past transgression so long as they genuinely no longer wish the harm of good ponies or destruction of the old world. You will share with the entire good-willed population of the wastes if they arrive simultaneously and you will be courteous. Third, the house will remain intact. Unless we are beset by the hordes, you will do no foul to this divine architecture that will not save your life or the lives of others." Steel seemed about done, but paused and frowned, as if considering something. "Lastly, this is no rule, but a small request. Removed as I am from society, I find it hard to do my work in guarding and maintaining this lovely domicile when I have to constantly return to Lost Hope for the supplies that keep me alive. I ask that you leave a small donation to my survival, if that doesn't risk your own. Food, water, even caps -though they often mean I must trek to town anyway- will do just wonderfully. Ammunition is welcome, really anything that you believe you could part with that might help me maintain this safe haven."

Silk Tongue smiled brightly, proudly displaying his remarkably intact teeth, "Well with such a gracious invitation, who wouldn't share a little something, right folks?" a charming charisma radiated from the stallion, he and Coin Toss had the distinction of being considerably cleaner than most ponies in the Wasteland, they couldn't quite match Steel, but one could barely even notice the earthen, musky scents on them that dripped from so many others. The group nodded and agreed enthusiastically, Steel in turn offered a small smile before her face returned to its cool severity. She turned about and jerked her head in the direction of the front door, motioning for the group to follow her. The caravan, shivering and cold, hurried after her, even at her slow, measured pace the other ponies had to work their legs hard to keep up with the giantess.

All the cold darkness in the world couldn't seep into Steel's Sanctuary. The party silently marveled at the warmth and brightness of the entrance hall, Steel gently nudged the door closed behind the last caravan guard and cleared her throat, gesturing as obviously as she could to the entirety of the inside, "Make yourselves comfortable, there is a master bedroom at the end of the hall, two smaller bedrooms along the way and if you take the hallway all the way and then right you will find a barracks with numerous bunks if you prefer such. The bathrooms do have warm water, be sparing with it." the caravan barely acknowledged Steel's words, it wasn't hard to see why. Hooves tapped audibly on floorboards the color of rich chocolate, eyes fell on homely paintings of families and smiling, proud and happy ponies in snappy outfits, none seemed to bear any resemblance to their hostess, but that didn't detract from the idea slowly forming in every pony's head. Steel beamed behind them, doffing her warm clothing and setting it neatly into a pack on her flank. Clean cream walls were bathed in a soft fiery light from candles in sconces, new and unbroken furniture indicated some sort of dining room just around the corner. Silk and Coin looked back at their host, feeling small and almost uncivilized.

"What is all this?" Silk asked sheepishly, the smile on Steel's face had receded from excited grin to a kind gaze, somewhat marred by piercing grey eyes.

"Home. Feel free," Steel offered, then walked off down the hall, leaving the party to the house. "I'll bother you only a moment longer, I promise. My own quarters aren't accessible from the inside, should you need me, you can find me in the back yard, I have a workshop and bed there." and with that, Steel disappeared around a corner.

"Well, it's... It's pretty, right?" Coin Toss offered, breaking the silence that had fallen over her group.

"Maybe a little too pretty, don't you think? I've seen plenty cons before and this seems too good to be true." Silk said softly, not wanting to insult their host at any volume she might hear.

"Silk is right, we don't know this mare. We don't know what sort of... Weird, enclave-y shit she might pull, cut our throats in our sleep, or... Or at best, what if she expects a massive favor in return? Boss, I don't like it." the party stared at the guard, at least halfway sharing his concerns.

Coin Toss shook her head, "Ironheart you always have a bad feeling about everything, is there anything or anyone you do like? We came this far, we've already had this discussion, guys. We're not the first ponies to stop here and everypony else has had nothing but good things to say. Unless you'd rather spend the night out in the cold, sleeping with an eye open or marching with all our gear while raiders and worse stalk us." She walked up the hall, nudging Silk Tongue's flank with her own, "come on, let's get some rest. I'm sure there are enough beds for the four of you, Silk and I are taking the master bedroom. Oh! And I dibs taking a bath first if it really does still work." Coin Toss flicked her tail over Silk's muzzle just before he spoke, silencing him. He sighed and followed.

"Anybody else notice that chick didn't come back? Didn't she say she had to go outside again to get to her place?" the guard Ironheart muttered, but his voice was low and lost to the caravan leaders who had already reached the end of the hall.

***

Silk Tongue closed the door behind himself as he stepped into the room after Coin, cooing happily when his hooves touched against soft carpeting. The house was nothing shy of lovely, its fresh furniture and smells could almost whisk a pony away from Wasteland and take them to a better place, a place ponies had long since forgotten. Almost, but not quite. Coin Toss had found a mirror and was staring at her reflection, it didn't take long for Silk Tongue to find out exactly why. The mirror was a grand thing that reached from floor to ceiling, minus an inch or two, giving the illusion that the room was much larger than it actually was. It seemed like a cheap trick.

"Ponies used to like having mirrors this big in their rooms?" Silk asked, turning around and hopping up onto the luxurious four posted bed that dominated the room. The foot of the bed faced the mirror and through a half drawn veil he watched his wife ogle herself.

"Well, wouldn't you? This thing is pretty neat, it's like... Well I've never seen myself so clearly. Celestia but I think I've got fat, look at all of this pudge!" Coin toss bounced and watched her body jiggle ever so slightly. Silk just chuckled at his wife, she was definitely not fat. She was one of too few ponies in the Wasteland who wasn't slightly emaciated. It was quite healthy, he thought, that she did have a small paunch in her belly. He certainly appreciated the sight of her plush form and she knew it. "What do you think? Am I the same petite mare you met so long ago? Or am I the pony that ate her?"

Silk snorted and stifled a laugh, then leaned back and scrutinized her. He exaggerated a careful look over her features from the hooves on her hindlegs, up her thighs and curvaceous rump, he tapped his chin with a hoof in mock thought. Coin opened her mouth to speak but Silk Tongue shushed her and continued his scan. Roaming eyes traveled her flank with painful slowness, found their way to her rounded belly, he was quiet long enough that Coin Toss bit her lip nervously as her cheeks flushed a shade of pink. "Hmm... I don't know, why don't you come here so I can decide if there's just more of you to love now."

Coin rolled her eyes and stepped forward with a slightly flushed smile, rolling her hips with each step. "Oh is that what you're going with? Some glorious salespony, I thought you'd sweet talk me a little more." she shook her head and joined her husband on the bed, laying herself in full view of the mirror to steal another glance at her body.

"What could I have told you that you weren't already thinking yourself, hm? We both know you're too vain for that sorta self doubt," Silk edged forward and pressed his lips gently to Coin's. She hummed happily and kissed him back, lingering a long moment before he broke the kiss and lay himself beside her, nose buried in her neck.

"Maybe. Maybe I wanna hear you say how you think I'm still a pretty young thing and how you still need me and want me so badly,"

Silk didn't say a word, his lips curled into a smile and he nibbled on the mare's neck. Coin giggled and replied with a playful tap on his chest. She'd meant for him to stop, but when he gave her another nibble her lips quivered and sang a very different tune. She sighed happily and pressed his head into her neck, encouraging him. Eager to satisfy, Silk planted a kiss on her neck while one hoof worked its way to rest on her belly. Coin rested her hoof over his and cooed her approval, quite loudly.

"Well, I'd wanted to hear it but I won't say no to more of this," Coin Toss said, a salacious and sultry tone carrying her words to her husband's eager ears. She squirmed beside him as he tended to her, slowly turning until she was on her side and he had to prop himself up to give her those loving bites she'd started to crave. In the mirror she could see his eyes were closed, though she felt before she saw his stallionhood slip free of his sheath. His member steadily hardened behind her, following the arch of her back, he groaned and humped against her. With lecherous curiosity she stared at their reflection, was it just her or was something off about the ponies in the mirror? Her husband's eyes were closed, but still it felt like more than only her eyes had fallen on the pair. Her odd sensation faded when Silk Tongue's hoof slipped between her thighs and elicited a pleasured gasp from her, she moaned as the tip of his hoof pressed against her clit, melting any suspicions she had.

"Mmm, didn't take you long, you really wanna make a mess of this bed?" Coin asked, her heartbeat rapidly quickening, she spread her legs and Silk responded by rubbing her moistening puss. Coin Toss closed her eyes and pressed her husband's head down; gently, slowly he worked his way down her body as she directed, kissing and nipping at her as his hoof still teased at her marehood, her body was delightful and full, she was a treat to be savored after all. Silk smirked up at Coin as he reached her breasts, she took her eyes off of the mirror to stare into his and beg him to go on. That was all he needed, his lips curled around one of her nipples and he tugged at it, flicking his tongue over her sensitive skin. She squeaked and stroked his mane, mouthing the words 'good boy' before she looked back at the mirror.

She locked eyes with herself, half lidded, blushy bliss evident in her face. The warm room and soft, luxurious bed, drew her in with comfort that made her body feel lighter than air, a moan escaped her lips, she'd miss this when it was over, she knew it. Beyond the mirror, however, were eyes that Coin couldn't see, even if she could feel them before.

Steel's heart hammered in her chest. Was Coin Toss looking at her? The little mare had looked spooked earlier, had she figured out the trick with the mirror? Why did that make their little scene hotter? The small observation room was a very well kept secret, though inside it had become something of a mess. The notepad Steel was writing in was cast aside hastily, a pencil within marked her last place among the closed pages. Steel was hot and bothered, she hadn't expected them to get straight into sex, Coin Toss said she'd wanted to bath first, for Luna's sake! There was supposed to be more time. Loose notes and pages from days earlier were scattered around the desk and floor where Steel worked, she leaned on the table with one hoof beneath her, stroking something very misplaced on a mare.

Her cock throbbed and ached with need, it'd been too long. Up and down, slowly, carefully she pleasure herself, her hips thrust against air with mounting desire. Steel watched Coin and Silk as they adjusted themselves, Silk pressed his tip against Coin's slick entrance, gliding it up and down her waiting, quivering sex. Damn it, there wasn't any data to collect, Steel scolded herself internally for indulging her desires this way. But as much as she felt guilty, she wanted more. The abuse she layered on herself only stiffened her cock further and brought searing heat to her puss.

Steel looked at the massive metallic chest beneath her desk and stopped stroking herself. She didn't have any lube nearby, but surely she'd be wet enough, she hoped she would... She dove as silently as she could manage under the table and futzed with the container, popping it open silently. She had to stifle a groan when the box, somewhat aptly labeled 'Penitence' turned up empty. She'd left her prized dildo in one of the other rooms. If she'd had just a little more time before that stupid caravan arrived... Her hooves would have to do. She rolled onto her back, cock in her hooves as she returned her attention to the show beyond her mirror. Her timing was immaculate.

Coin Toss's mouth opened in a pleasured 'O' as Silk rammed his length into her. Her delight was soundless, save for a wet schlick audible to voyeurs in the dark, until Silk pulled back. Coin let out a high pitched moan, one hoof darting to squeeze her nipple and pile on the pleasure, "F-fuuuuuck, yes, give me more, I want you to fuck me and make me your mare!" she howled. Silk grabbed her hips and happily obliged, thrusting into her again and again. He steadily built a fast paced rhythm, pulling out until his thick medial ring popped free of her snatch and then forcing it back in and earning a delighted squeak with every stretching thrust into his mare's sodden box.

Steel blushed, stroking herself faster and faster with Silk's increasing pace. One hoof had left her shaft and alternated between pinching the nipples of her small breasts and squeezing harshly on her balls. She ignored the fire in her marehood, her hooves had never been enough to satisfy her womanly needs anyway, but her cock? Her tip leaked more pre with every stroke, dripping onto her belly and matting her coat with its salty, slick goodness. She still whined and cursed in her head, she should be working, her reports had turned up so little already and she.. She... She was about to cum.

Silk Tongue pressed Coin's head into the mattress and bedding, muffling her moans, "Keep it down, love! We don't want the others to hear, do we? You know how Shy Shot gets when the gang gets needy, we need him to be able to walk some time in the next week," The stallion chuckled, his words came as ragged as his breathing. His stamina wasn't anything special, but it was certainly enough for Coin Toss. His wife screamed into the blankets, her vaginal walls clenched tightly around his dick. Steel watched with rapt attention and salacious curiosity as the mare on the bed spasmed with orgasm, her moans still carried through the bedding and played as sweet music in Steel's ears. So close, Steel could nearly feel Coin Toss on her cock, she shut her eyes and let images of the weighty mare bouncing on her member dominate her thoughts.

In her own fantasy, Steel bucked her hips and hilted herself in Coin Toss. Panting and groaning lustfully, she jerked herself off to the enticing sounds pouring from the ponies she'd been spying on. Why did it have to feel so good? Steel was a pervert, a dirty minded, sneaky pervert. Yes! That was it. She opened her eyes and watched the ponies still bumping flanks, the guilt and shame of her perversion driving her on, she was a naughty mare, she should be punished with toys far too large for even her puss, she should be scolded and called out, she thought furiously at herself. "You're wasting our resources, mmf, you hide in your observation d-decks and do nothing but masturbate to ponies you would never touch yourself! Hahhh, yes! Y-you're supposed- ah! Supposed to be gathering data on- Oh Celestia help me, I can't hold it." Steel whispered, a deep and animalistic groan from Silk Tongue was the last thing she heard before she painted her coat white. A hoof pressed down on her balls, squeezing them almost painfully tightly, while the other feverishly worked her shaft. The thickness of her cock may not have been impressive, but she was long enough to have her tip reach her chest effortlessly; Alabaster ropes of thick mare cream jetted from her tip, liberally splattering her chest, throat and face. Even her normally dry pussy clenched around a phantom cock she wished was plowing her, femlube trickling from her snatch. She stifled a deep moan as her orgasm reached its peak. She wouldn't succeed unless she gagged herself, so it was quite convenient to have her dick right there before her face. Her head dove, open mouthed, over her cock and she caught a few receding jets of jizz in her throat. She didn't swallow, just holding her cock in her mouth and taking the rest of her load. Her breath hitched, her hips bucked and drove her cock deeper into her maw, she closed her eyes and finally let her head fall back onto the floor. Her tip popped free with a small stream of mare cum running down her cheek as the world came back into focus. She gulped what cum was still inside her cheeks, then licked her lips clean.

"Shit..." she whispered, feeling her hot, sticky load cool and run down her body, she'd definitely need a bath. She looked back through the mirror at Silk and Coin, they were long done and were curled up into one another, both covered in sweat and a cocktail of their own sexual fluids. Steel had missed the end of their show, how long had she lost focus? She rolled over and dragged herself to her hooves, standing a little shakily.

She'd made a mess not only on herself but in the observation room. Hasty hooves had strewn supplies about the place and scattered the entirety of last week's research, some of which was now absolutely illegible with damage from her semen, but that was alright, there'd be more ponies that would stop by. More studies to conduct. She certainly hoped she'd get to watch a few more ponies engage in their lewd fun.

Steel grabbed the pencil in her mouth as she opened the notepad, scratching a massive line through the header 'SRWL013: North Equestrian Social Structures,' she had a more personal report to write up.