My Life on a Cassette Tape

Stone Heart huffed to himself as he left the castle. Looking over his shoulder, he sneered at the whole affair before moving off towards the town. The ponies were even more grating than he had anticipated. Sure, they had certain powerful artifacts, but he still expected them to be at least a small amount of hesitant, nay reverent, in his presence. As Stone Heart walked down the still barren streets, a pegasus landed smoothly beside him, keeping pace with minimal effort.

"How did it go, Stone Heart?" The pegasus asked conversationally.

"As predicted." He replied simply. The pegasus, not even looking at the centaur, cocked an eyebrow while nodding slowly. "They now hold all of those artifacts as we intended." Stepping into an alleyway, the two mounted into a silent cloud cart that lay hidden. The vehicle hummed to life as they driver activated the mythril driving cores, sending the cart into the sky with a few lever swings.

"We're certain that this is the best way then?" The pegasus asked, leaning back into the plush cloud seats as they shot into the cloud cover above, hiding themselves more than effectively before darting off.

"Don't doubt me, I know what I'm doing." Stone Heart said simply, popping his neck. A fleck of dark green energy arced across his chest before more an more bolts of the arcane energy joined in the procession as they worked across his form, revealing slowly the dark, hole filled form beneath. Her long tendrils of frill-like hair whipped in the rushing air as she looked towards the distant Ponyville below.

"Trust me, if I doubted you you'd long since have heard the last from me, Spinneret." The pegasus muttered, adjusting his position in the cloud cart.

"Oh we both know that's untrue." She said with a sly grin, getting a blush from the stallion. "Either way, now we just have to wait for the bait to get taken. Then we'll reel them in nice and easy." She smirked, the world rushing past. She loved how easy it had been with those ponies. They wanted to win so much that she had been able to let it come about in such a way that they'd have to be brain dead to not slip into it.

"I almost feel bad for the Justiciar." The pegasus muttered absentmindedly. Spinneret looked over to him, raising what would've been her eyebrow at him. "I mean..." He stammered, unnerved by her gaze. "It's just that... you know, he was basically in love with the Emperor and all. Now we're not only leaving him without one, but without even telling him where his Majesty is taking his long nap. The guy's got to be torn up." He offered.

"Silly little Fallstreak," Spinneret cooed, placing a hand on his cheek, "That brute will never be torn up. Won't even get the opportunity." She shifted her hand behind Fallstreak's head, pulling in him for a kiss, her long tongue slithering around his mouth as they closed their eyes, enjoying the electricity of the moment. Pulling apart, Spinneret smirked at him.

"W-why?" Fallstreak asked, blinking a few times as he tried to recover from the energy that Spinneret had taken in the kiss. He loved this feeling, but he realized how inconvenient it really was at times - like now. The feeling had a tendency to break his thoughts like... something that smashed other things easily. He had barely held on to the question, but now that it was out of his system... well. Spinneret brought their foreheads together, still smiling.

"He's gone." She breathed, leaving her pegasus in all the more confusion. "One Justiciar minus his artifact equals a very dead Justiciar." She placed a kiss on Fallstreaks forehead. "Perfectly according to plan, my stupid little pegasus." Fallstreak nodded dumbly, his mind still struggling with the concept of math.

"Can... can we kiss again?" He asked, his brain slowly trying to reassemble, but already spelling its own repeat doom. Spinneret gave an airy laugh before grabbing Fallstreaks head and using it to maneuver him around in the wide trailer of the cloud cart.

"Oh, I'll give you the BEST kiss you've ever had, my little Fallstreak." She said with the most sultry voice that the still stupefied pegasus could recall, not that he could recall many at the moment. Lunging forward, she kissed the stallion ferociously, her tongue exploring every nook and cranny of his mouth. Keeping his head plastered to hers, Spinneret let her right hand slowly drift down, letting the tips of her clawed fingers graze against the pegasus' chest - sending erotic shocks through his system.

With practiced deftness, her claw looped into his zipper, pulling it down slowly as she continued the kiss. The stallion was already quite drained - she could tell - but she knew exactly how much she could take from him and still keep it safe fun. Finally she pulled away from the kiss, her serpentine tongue trailing behind as she did, running around his lips one last time before retreating behind her own teeth

Lowering herself, she deftly pulled away the band of his boxers, letting his erect dick pop out like a perverse jack-in-the-box. Slowly, her tongue slithered forth again, wrapping around the cock while she let the primal lust flow into her. Some changelings might've called this a price to pay; Spinneret considered this one of the benefits.

Careful with her sharp teeth, she took the pegasus' length, letting it slide into her maw - her gag reflex trained into nonexistence. The stallion groaned at the sensation, grabbing the cushioning cloud. Spinneret smiled around the dick in her mouth as she began to bob up and down.

"Be sure to not let a drop out, Spinneret." A mare's voice called out from the driving compartment. "I spent far to long trying to get the stuff out of the clouds back there last time and I am not doing it again." Spinneret rolled her eyes at this. She'd just have to get the mare in a quiet minute. After that there'd be no problem with her cleaning up the cart - even if she had to do it with her tongue. Especially if it were with her tongue.

Spinneret continued her ministrations on the stallion, her form hidden beneath the siding of the trailer as they cut through the skies. She loved this, all of it. These two ponies and her, that's all she needed. It wouldn't be all she used, not by a long shot, but she could manage if necessary.

Fallstreak groaned a throaty moan as his dick engorged. Spinneret smiled inwardly as rope after rope of cum filled her mouth. Its taste wasn't as delightful as the lust and love she took from either one of them, but it certainly was delicious. Raising herself up, she let her lower carapace dissipate in a shower of green sparks, revealing her sex. Hoisting up onto her stallion, she lifted his head to hers - locking lips in a kiss as she let some of his cum slip back into his mouth for him to savor.

Soon she'd have them, soon she'd get what was hers. Until then... well, she had two adoring followers to feed from - one of which was about to give her a good rutting. It was going to be a long flight, and she was going to relish every second.