Stallions and Hens

Gilda and CC sat on the couch. They very much had the look of a pair of children who’d been caught fooling around.

And they had, in a manner of speaking.

Snow paced in front of them, seemingly gathering his thoughts. Gabs and Dash had beat a hasty retreat somewhere else. Flutters sat in her chair looking at the pair with a deadpan stare.

Snow paused his pacing and put his hands together. He took a breath and pointed his folded hands at them. “I’m not mad. I’m disappointed.” He took another breath. “You see, I care about you two. I want you to be healthy and happy. That kinda hits a snag when you two start to fuck each other raw (literally) for hours on end. And now, I have to bring the hammer down, again. You two are not allowed any genital touching for at least a week, for your own health. I will give you ointment to stop the irritation, I’m not a monster, but it’s still gonna sting when applied. Have you two learned your lesson? Seriously, there’s a thing called restraint. Learn to hold back once and awhile.”

CC didn’t say anything. He knew better than to try to say the first, second, or even third thing that popped into his head in this sort of situation. He was quite certain that anything he had to say would only make the situation worse until he accepted the punishment as doled out by their health professional.

“It might help,” Fluttershy spoke up, “if you two slept in different bedrooms for the time being.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Gilda said quietly.

“...fine,” CC agreed. He couldn’t see a way out of this one. Though the question of how they were going to last a week apart from one another was one he didn’t fancy answering.

“If this happens again, we might need chaperones.” Snow sighed. “Please, take more care of yourselves. You were both dehydrated and if you raw dogged it any more one of you would have started bleeding. Stings already doesn’t it?”

“Yeah…” Gilda said, shifting a little and looking uncomfortable. CC didn’t say anything himself, merely choosing to shift his legs closed a little bit more and wince away from the berating voice of Snow, as if it was as painful as the stinging he was feeling in his groin.

“Now, I recommend you two clean up. Use separate bathrooms. I’ll go get some medicine for you two while you do that.” Snow said, rubbing his eyes.

CC winced again as he stood up, before hobbling off to the master bathroom. It had a nice, big bathtub for him to soak in. That sounded great right now.

Gilda got up with a grunt. And wandered towards the downstairs bathroom. She was sore and achey, and not in the fucked silly kind of way either. She just needed a nice long shower.

“Why do I feel like a disapproving parent?” Snow asked with a sigh, flopping onto the couch.

Flutters got up and sat next to him, cuddling into his side. “Well somebody needs to be an adult in this house.”

“Not counting you.” Snow chuckled, glancing at her.

“I’m not assertive enough. Dry commentary only goes so far.” The butter mare giggled. “Ummm… You were amazing by the way.”

“Thanks…” The swol pegasus blushed. “It would’ve been nice to enjoy it more, but when we came out of the haze we got to deal with them.”

“They’ll learn.” She paused. “... I hope.”

“Same.” He rolled his eyes.

The week where the pair were separated was…. A tense one. Even after the pair had healed, they were watched like a hawk by the others. Snow started coming by more regularly, as did Dash. It was to the point where they’d either need to renovate or convert some of the space in the basement.

“CC, how are you feeling?” Snow asked as he came in and set his duffel bag down next to the kitchen counter/island.

“Fine, just like I said yesterday,” the stallion in question answered readily, making some grilled cheese sandwiches for the house. He flipped the sandwich over with his spatula before continuing his answer. “I think part of it is just staying active and keeping my body moving with my exercise. Doesn’t hurt that it distracts me as well.”

“That’s good. That’s really good.” Snow smiled. “And how has everyone else been doing?”

“I wouldn’t know, Gabby, Fluttershy, and Dash won’t let me get within a few feet of Gilda,” CC muttered darkly. “I thought they were pegasi, not vultures. Watching my every move...”

“Now you sound paranoid.” Snow chuckled. “I have no doubt that you’re pent up, you’ll be able to make love to her soon. Just, might need to be on a limit.”

“What, are you going to time us?” CC asked with a raised eyebrow. “No more than this long per day sort of thing?”

“Yeah, that or limit you to you can only climax twice.” Snow snorted and shook his head.

“Bet Chat would love to know the main show’s been put on probation,” CC grumbled.

“Oh, she didn’t tell you? Flutters already let Chat know. They just want everybody to get better, so to speak.” Snow paused and hummed. “That’s an idea. You two can only bang if you’re on cam. With probably an x amount of time limit on how many hours.”

“...Huh. Well, at least we’ll get some chance,” CC admitted. He pulled the sandwich off the pan and plated it, putting it to one side. “Okay. Fine. That works.”

“Think about it this way, if you’re into it, say Gilda and you go to get clothes again….” Snow winked.

“It wasn’t just that,” CC explained. “Gilda tuned into the stream and saw what was going on, got jealous, and went for the nearest outlet.”

“Oh, so that already happened.” Snow blinked.

“Yeaaah,” CC said dryly. “But everyone’s been doing a remarkable job at keeping us seperated, so hopefully there won’t be another episode like that one when we are allowed within a few feet of each other.”

“Welllll…. I’ll talk to Flutters. We may have to let you celebrate doing so well by letting you two be on cam for awhile.” Snow said with a hum. “With a time limit of course.”

“Of course,” CC rolled his eyes. “Fine, it’s better than nothing.”

“Good. I’ll go have a chat with Flutters.” Snow smiled and started to head upstairs. CC waited for the stallion to leave before he continued to make the sandwiches for the house. It was important to be fed regularly, and everyone’s sandwich had a bit of a surprise in them.

Gilda looked rather miserable. She was allowed on the same couch as CC finally, but CC seemed rather uptight and Gilda just looked a little ill.

“You feeling okay, G?” Dash asked.

“Slept like shit and my stomach’s been killing me.” Gilda grumbled, resting her head on her talon. “Not that CC’s food was bad.” She glanced at him and patted his leg. “It’s just. I don’t know, maybe a bug, or something.”

“What’s the symptoms?” Snow asked as he sat on the floor in front of Flutter’s chair.

“Eh, headaches, nausea, fatigue. Probably just caught a strain of the flu or something.” Gilda shrugged.

“Well, it’s probably nothing major,” CC suggested, wrapping one wing around her slowly to hug her closer.

She leaned against him. “Thanks babe.”

“Well, should we just watch something so we can all just relax.” Flutters commented.

“That sounds like a plan,” CC agreed. “Hmm. Something tells me it shouldn’t be anything too exciting though…”

“Something low key.” Gilda nodded. “I don’t have the energy for something massively exciting.”

“Do we have any mysteries on tap?” CC asked the others. “Those are usually a slow burn.”

“Counter, offer.” Snow raised a hand. “Comedic-mystery. Like Murder By Death, or Clue.”

Gabs gasped. “Clue! I haven’t seen that since I was a hatchling!”

“Clue’s a fun one, but wasn’t there…” CC mused. “I’m trying to think of the name. But there was a popular movie about pulling together the most famous mystery characters at the time into one building to figure out whodunnit...can’t recall the name of it.”

“That’s Murder By Death.” Snow said with a nod.

“Can’t forget the fact they hired an earth pony to play a kirin.” Dash added. Snow looked at her and blinked in surprise. “What? I can like older movies, plus it was the eighties, you can’t really get away with a lot of that older stuff now.”

“Too true.” Flutters added.

“Pick one of the two, both sound good to me.” Gilda shrugged, wrapping her arms around her stomach.

“I think we’ve got both lying around,” CC said, slowly getting up and unwrapping his wing from around Gilda. “Snow, you pick, I’m gonna go find the anti-nausea meds for G.”

“Got it.” Snow got up and went over to the movie cabinet and peered through the selection of Blu-rays. He managed to pull out a pair and set them by the console. He popped one in. “Murder by Death first, because I don’t remember that one as much.”

“Yay.” Flutters gave a quiet cheer.

“What other trivia do I know.” Dash hummed as trailers started playing. “Trupone Capote was in it, but I doubt many people remember him.”

It was a few minutes before CC returned from his impromptu jaunt to the upstairs bathroom, but he did eventually return with a small shotglass filled with viscous pink liquid by the time the opening credits were done. “Drink,” he said, passing his find to Gilda. “Should help with the worst of it.”

“Ey… Pepto. Nice.” She downed the shot and made a face. “Ugh, milk or something. Hate the taste of this stuff. Can you get me something?”

“Yeah, sure, not a problem.” The stallion pecked the griffon hen on the cheek with a kiss before making another trip to help her out.

“Thank you.” Gilda called out. “And can you toss me the blanket on the way back.”

“Somebody’s nesting.” Gabs teased.

“Fuck you, I can like being cared for when I’m feeling shitty.” Gilda pouted.

“It’s like you two are already married.” Dash snorted.

“Well, CC does do pretty much everything she asks without much fuss.” Flutters nodded.

“And it’s cute.” Snow nodded. “Now if we could get both your libidos under control, everything would be perfect.” He chuckled.

“I happen to think our libidos are perfectly matched, thanks!” CC called from the kitchen.

“That may be, but we want them so you two can bang without turning it into a fucking marathon.” Dash said. “I mean, I like getting laid, but you two? Just, damn.”

“CC doesn’t mind that I’ve been wanting him more lately.” Gilda said, puffing out her feathers a bit. The stallion in question came back in with a small glass of milk so she could wash the pepto taste out of her mouth. Once she took it from him, he gave her another peck on the cheek, before going off for the blanket she’d asked for.

“You’re a fucking saint.” Gilda said, grunting a little as she leaned forward to set the empty cup on the table.

“That’s not too far off.” Gabs giggled.

“Heh, The Fucking Saint.” Flutters snorted.

CC did return and draped a blanket over Gilda’s back, sitting next to her and snuggling up next to her under it. Ah, he’d gotten a large one, so they could sit under it together.

“Mmmmm… Love you.” Gilda hummed, nuzzling his cheek. The stallion nuzzled her back and...hmm. That could be a problem. Nobody else could see what was happening under that blanket. She glanced over at her stallion. “Don’t get any ideas. This has killed my mood.”

“You? Having a dead mood?” CC blinked a few times. “Someone call NASA, we’ve obviously missed a meteor on the way to end the world.”

“Give it an hour.” Gilda snorted.

“That’s the sexy catbird I know,” CC agreed, turning to peck her cheek and snuggle against the griffon hen.

“Sure, I’m sexy now, but just wait until I’m fat with your eggs.” She said with a bit of a grumble, wrapping part of the blanket around herself.

“Are you kidding?” CC asked, making the hen look at him. CC wrapped his arms around her as well in a hug from the side. “The result of the sexiness is just as sexy as fucking them into you in the first place. You will never not be attractive to me, silly catbird.”

She responded by pressing herself into his side and resting her head on his shoulder. Then CC whispered something to her that made a thrill run up her spine.

“Wonder how many eggs I can knock you up with at once…”

She left out a soft, breathy sigh as she nuzzled into his neck. The stallion merely ran a hand over her stomach, like it was already full of eggs, to tease her a few times, before returning to just watching the movie as it unfolded.

At some point in the movie, Gilda just fell asleep on her boyfriend. This was far from a problem, as CC managed to pick up his snoozing hen and carry her up to her room (bridal style, much to everyone’s amusement). Flutters, both helping and keeping an eye on the pair, pulled Gilda’s sheets back so CC could lay her in bed. The moment he slipped the sheets and covers back up, the hen hugged a bundle of sheets and covers close to her. Thus, CC and Flutters let her sleep. Content in the fact that she was going to sleep off whatever she was sick with.

A loud gagging and coughing came from the bathroom. CC opened his eyes and squinted around. It was still dark.

The gagging, and now vomiting noises, only continued.

Worried, the stallion ambled out to the bathroom, which was clearly lit.

Gilda was slumped over the toilet bowl, looking quite miserable as she spit into it. Flutters was behind her and was rubbing the poor hens back. Flutters looked up as the stallion peeked inside.

“Something up?” CC asked with a yawn. “Guess she didn’t sleep it off, huh?”

“CC.” Gilda rasped weakly as she looked over at him.

“I think I’m pregnant.”

CC blinked a few times, processing that information. It took a minute, he wasn’t really awake fully for it. Eventually, he did say something.

“If not for the fact that you were just vomiting, I’d kiss you,” he said bluntly. “Best news ever.” He knelt next to the hen and hugged her from the side gently, nuzzling into her shoulder softly and trying not to fall back asleep.

“I wouldn’t…” Gilda groaned. She was shaking as she groaned. “Might vomit on you.”

“I’m gonna go get a blanket and a couple pillows.” Flutters whispered as she got up. “Might need to have her stay in here, you know, just in case.”

“Fair,” CC nodded to Flutters as she went to get those things. Then he looked up at Gilda, before pointing a hand at the shower not three feet away. “Considering that’s just on the other side of the bathroom,” he said dryly, “I think it’s safe to say you need me more than I need to be clean. Because even if you do vomit on me, I can just rinse off real fast.”

“Stop being so sweet when I can’t do shit to fucking… something.” She grumbled, sliding down off the toilet seat into a slump as Flutters returned.

The butter mare set a pillow down and helped Gilda down onto it as she tucked the blanket around her.

“Mm’ thank’s mom.” Gilda said, already dozing off.

Flutters gestured for CC to lie next to her. “I’m sure she’d appreciate it.” She said quietly.

“Already…” CC muttered, lying next to the hen once she was settled and draping a wing over her. Whatever else he was going to say was cut off as the pair cuddled on the bathroom floor, already both asleep.

Flutters slowly walked out of the bathroom, and shut the light off. With a yawn she left them to their rest.

“CC…” Gilda pouted from the kitchen as she stared into the fridge. “Do we have any pickles? I’m hungry for pickles.”

“Shelf on the right door,” he suggested. “Plenty of sweet mini pickles and pickle slices. One for cocktail trays and one for burgers. Back of the fridge is where we keep the pickle wedges.”

Gilda returned to the couch and plopped down next to her stallion as she popped open a new container of pickles. A container which she started munching pickles out of. She blinked with a pickle sticking out of her beak as everyone looked at her. “What?”

“Hungry?” Gabs asked.

The pickle slowly disappeared into the beak with a series of crunches. “For pickles.”

“Hormones make you crave weird things.” Flutters commented.

“Keeping in mind she’s eating for at least two now, I don’t doubt it,” CC agreed. “But at least it’s fairly normal for the time being.”

Gilda crunched another pickle then paused. She looked over at CC. “CC. Drop the pants. Hungry for dick now.”

“Gilda no!”