Chapters Prologue: Panphoria's Diary
Day 1 since breakup Dear Diary,
Last night I broke up with Artsy, over a candlelit dinner that I planned. It was at that Hay Firehouse too, the one where you have to dress up. Yona and Sandbar had me covered and everything. I had thought about it for days, that tall winged devil wearing a tuxedo that'd send my heart out of my chest like a rapid hummingbird. Instead, she wore the same black shirt that hung loosely from her frame.
Oh, and she showed up 2 hours late.
I had my forelegs crossed as I stared daggers at her, she said something about her parents taking her to a play, and that she didn't want to tell them about us, so she went with them.
"I'm done being your secret," I growled. "You didn't even show up to the last three dates, why do I still even bother?"
I already knew why. Staring at the tall dark brown pegasus' wavy grey mohawk with pink stripes, the purple tail with pink stripes out of my view, and something else out of my view as well.
I gulped, picturing Artsy Ace's ten-inch black cock from underneath the table. Sure, given that Artsy didn't have taste for the hanky panky, I could only steal brief glances at the beast, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't think of a night where Artsy would make an exception. Or if she'd even let me kiss her. Yes, you heard that right. My marefriend of five months wouldn't even let me kiss her.
The straw had broke the camel's back.
As Artsy was going on about Celestia knows what excuse, I spoke over her.
"I'm breaking up with you," I snarled, pushing out my chair and stomping out as hard as I could in my rosy pink dress. My stomach growled, and I gave myself a reminder to stop by Hayburger on the way home.
This was good for me, I'd be over this in two weeks. With the only memories being about a lazy sack of shit, how could I not?
Day 22 since breakup Dear Diary,
Celestia help me, I can't stop thinking about her.
The little smirk she'd make after she'd talk. The way she'd extend her wing and wrap it around me as we walked in the hallways. The one time she brought me a breakfast sandwich before classes. Those piercing amber eyes, and the thought of her lips against mine. Celestia, I hadn't even claimed those lips or that cock. Sure, I was not one to take what isn't consensually given to me, but did I try my very hardest?
This is going to be the longest summer of my life.
Day 40 since breakup Dear Diary,
I've written two novels, created several origami, spent many nights out with my friends and family, and cooked several recipes. My best friend, Obsidian, is looking over my shoulder as I write. We're planning a trip to Las Pegasus, although with the discrimination going on against the non-reformed creatures of his kind, he'll have to take on the form of Alabaster. I assured him that it'll be fine, a mares' trip is fun too.
He also told me that if I need to kidnap or use my past lover with an alibi, he'd have my back. I love the boy, but I told him that I would never stoop so low. He shrugged with that signature fanged smile that has grown on me over the years. The weight became a little less unbearable in that moment.
Day 45 since breakup Dear Diary,
Alabaster had her way with many mares and stallions in Las Pegasus, and I had my way with several beers, wines, and vodka guzzled down my throat. Nevermind anypony that I might’ve woken up with, they weren’t her. None of these ponies made my heart beat or my blood boil like the pegasus that walked in my dreams more than I’d like to admit. As soon as we returned to my room, Alabaster disappeared, and Obsidian held me as I cried about the only mare who brought me to tears. Artsy, come back. Please, I need you.
Day 87 since breakup Dear Diary,
Next Monday is the return to School of Friendship classes. Against part of my mental protests, my heart tugged me to speak to her again. Damn me. Damn it all. But I'll be damned if I'm denied the sound of her voice, dripping with honey as she speaks to me.
As a side note, my mother, Silent Mouse, insists that I publish one of my novels. She also tells me to date another lovely pony that'll give me the time of day. Oh Mom, if only I followed your advice.
Day 93 since breakup Dear Diary,
She has a new marefriend.
Me and Artsy Ace didn't share any classes this semester, so Obsidian went undercover and attended every class and extracurricular activity there was to be had. He had found her at the school's Equality Club with an orange mare with an auburn red mane under her wing.
"She sounds like a real whore," I commented.
"So do you want me to...y'know," Obsidian grinned, revealing his fangs as his cock steadily came out of his sheath.
"N-No!" I felt my face heat up. "We can break this whole shitshow up without resorting to that."
"Suit yourself," Obsidian chuckled. "So, what do you want me to do next?"
"Well, Alabaster can invite me to this Equality Club," I suggested. "That way, it doesn’t look like I came there on purpose. And then I’ll let you know if I need you again.”
“Got it,” Obsidian opened his forelegs. “Hug?”
I walked into Obsidian’s embrace, allowing him to feed off the love that he needed. It usually left me needing a nap afterwards, but sleep was welcome at a time like this.
While my eyes are practically lifting weights to stay open, I’m finishing this entry. This was it, do or die. Come to her at breakneck speed, barreling into those who opposed us, or walk away from it all. I won’t make her take me back, I won’t make her kiss me, I won’t even make her impale me with those ten inches of glorious nirvana.
But by the name of every alicorn in Equestria, I will make her love me.
Author's Note
Panphoria's physical description will be in the next chapter!
I woke up, another day since I haven’t seen Panphoria. I swore, with the way she stomped off, that she might come back within a few days and ask me to take her back. But I hadn’t heard from her in...90, 93 days? That yellow-furred firecracker was oddly silent, but I didn’t need to think about that. I had classes, and a new marefriend, that needed my attention more.
I approached the dresser next to my mirror, and opened it up to see several shirts at my choosing. There at the top of the pile was a loose black shirt. Huh, I haven’t worn that shirt since-
Stop it. Just pick something, dammit.
My heart picked up at the image of Panphoria walking away in her pink dress, my memory of my cock becoming hard as I stared at her swaying body. My face burned as I winced at the unwelcome thought. This isn’t how an ace pony acts, I clearly didn’t want that with her. Right?
And I’m happy with my non-sexual relationship with Auburn Array. She’s this orange earth pony with an auburn red mane and tail, and she’s the daughter of some of my mother’s dearest friends. We spent many conversations on the bed several hooves away from my mirror, and one night, she kissed me. I didn’t kiss her back, but why not see where this relationship would go?
Moving my hoof past the black shirt, I lifted a red shirt with a yellow star on it. I nodded, lifting my body to put the shirt over my hooves and wings. Today was the first Thursday back at the School of Friendship, and Auburn introduced me to this Equality Club on the first day. They meet up for an hour after classes each day, and it gave me some quality time with my marefriend. Win-win.
I didn’t share any classes with Pa-I mean Auburn, so that was the time we spent together in the day. The time during classes passed at a tedious, slow pace, but when the final bell rang, my ears perked up as I hopped from my chair. The School of Friendship wasn’t my first choice to get an education, but my mother was insistent on it. I’d hate to say no to her anyway.
Auburn wasn’t waiting outside the club classroom, so I opened the door. Flinching, with my blood running cold, I stared at the blue, red-striped tail of a pony that I didn’t expect to see. Her yellow ears flickered above her light blue mane, with red stripes, as she spoke to the President and Vice President of our Equality Club.
Panphoria.
“N-No,” I whispered, stepping backwards out of the room. What? How? Did she come here for me?
Auburn stepped out of the clubroom, placing her hoof on my shoulder. I jolted out of her touch.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Auburn whispered with that light-feathered voice.
“My ex is in there,” I gulped. “And it didn’t end well.”
“Oh, well...you can come in with me,” Auburn smiled. “Or you stay out here, and I could talk to her?”
“No, it's fine,” I decided. “She can’t pull anything in front of an entire club, right?”
Auburn’s smile faltered briefly, before she turned around and flicked her tail, giving me a glimpse of her pumpkin-colored snatch. I should talk to her about not doing that, it's getting annoying. Regardless, I followed her into the classroom, where Panphoria glanced over her shoulder. Stepping away from the two creatures she was talking to, her eyes widened.
“Oh, um, shit,” Panphoria stepped back, hiding behind the tall white unicorn named Alabaster. “You didn’t tell me she was here.”
“Who? Don’t tell me this is the pony you mentioned,” Alabaster hardly whispered. “We don’t have to stay.”
“No, I can deal,” Panphoria sighed, approaching me. “Hello, Artsy Ace. Who is this...lovely mare beside you?”
The tone in her voice sent shivers down my spine, but I chose to look away from the yellow unicorn as I wrapped my wing around Auburn.
"This is my marefriend, Auburn Array," I held onto Auburn tight as Panphoria gave me the slightest narrow of her eyes. Before I could meet her gaze head-on, Panphoria grinned and extended her hoof.
"Well, it is good to meet you," Panphoria told her. Auburn's eyes lit up as she shook Panphoria's offered hoof.
"I'm glad that's cleared up," The President, a cornflower blue griffon named Cornflower, said. Our Vice President, a hot pink Kirin with black scales and purple mane named Silk Scarf, stood beside Cornflower with a small smile.
Cornflower, Silk Scarf, and Auburn couldn't see through that smile...I could.
Panphoria trotted away from me and my marefriend, whispering something in Alabaster's ear. Alabaster smirked briefly, before glancing at me. I had to burn this weed at the root before it could spread and hurt somepony.
I waited till everyone else left the room as club ended, and turned to Cornflower and Silk Scarf. The two creatures were whispering and snickering about Celestia knows what behind the desk. I cleared my throat, causing the griffon and Kirin to look at me in unison.
"I know her," I told them. "She's going to hurt me, or my marefriend. Panphoria is up to something, and I don't want her to bring it into the Equality Club. Please, for everycreature's sake, tell her she can't join."
"Has she done anything in the past?" Cornflower asked, tilting their head.
"Cornflower, she once told me about how she sent someone to scare off one of her exes from the School," I gulped. "I don't know who, or what they did, but I don't know what Panphoria is capable of."
My long legs began to tremble from underneath me, as I stared into their eyes.
"Please," I pleaded. "Keep her out."
"Alright, we'll talk to her," Cornflower decided. "And if we see her as a threat, I'll get my mother involved too. She won't be able to hurt a hair on your head at that point."
"Thank you!" I jumped onto the desk and pulled Cornflower into a tight embrace with my forelegs. Silk Scarf narrowed her eyes at me, and I moved away and stepped off the desk. "Thank you so much."
"Hey, we're not promising anything besides upholding the safety of the club," Cornflower shrugged. "But if your words hold true, we shouldn't have a problem."
I nodded, smiling from ear to ear at Cornflower and Silk Scarf before I turned around and left. The door was cracked open, but when I pushed it all the way open, the hallway was empty. Not a pony in sight.
I teleported back to the front step of my house, moments before Artsy could've caught me.
That snake!
How could she turn on me like this? My blood boiled, my teeth gritted, and my snatch became soaked against my will. I covered said area with my tail before using a unique magic spell to open the door. Closing the door behind me, I teleported to my room. Staring at the black cat on my desk, peering at me with amber eyes, I sighed.
"Did you not go to Fashion Club after Equality Club was done?" I asked the cat.
The cat disappeared, revealing the black-scaled changeling and his fanged grin.
"Of course I did," Obsidian brushed against me as he walked into my closet. After he opened the door, I walked inside and saw a sparkly fuchsia dress next to my rosy pink one.
"You made that?" I whispered as I pointed to the fuchsia one. He nodded like a bobblehead, and I put my foreleg around his shoulders.
"This'll be perfect for tomorrow," I told him. "I won't be going to Equality Club tomorrow, and neither will Alabaster. Artsy is trying to get me kicked out of the club, and I know just what to do."
After I saw Artsy and Auburn leave the clubroom and walk into the hallway, Alabaster stood across the hallway, giving me the all-clear. I picked up the bag full of Sugarcube Corner's mint chocolate brownies, and vegan cookies just in case. Walking into the classroom, Cornflower and Silk Scarf had their heads turned towards each other behind the desk, whispering with their secretive grins. As I closed the door behind me, the two turned to look at me with wide-eyed stares.
“Oh, hello Panphoria,” Cornflower stood up. “You’re just the pony that...are those brownies?”
“Yes indeed,” I chirped, setting down the bag on the desk. “Oh, and vegan cookies if you two are interested. I just wanted to thank you two for how you welcomed me into the club despite my history with one of the other members. It was very thoughtful of you both.”
“I’m sorry, Pan-”
“Where did you get that dress?” Silk interrupted Cornflower, staring at my fuschia dress.
I smirked, turning my body and lifting my dress up. Silk stared at the glittery dress, while Cornflower’s wings escaped from their sides, spreading out as they blushed profusely. Continuing to give the griffon a good show of my glistening bits through the dress, Silk glanced at Cornflower, before gawking at me.
“Like what you see?” I looked over my shoulder, batting my eyelashes.
“I, w-we really need to talk about-”
Using my magic, I moved the desk to the other side of the room, revealing Cornflower’s semi-erect dark blue cock for the both of us to see.
“Oh,” I whispered, my mouth salivating. “If I’d known that was hiding under the desk, I would’ve jumped ya on my first day.”
“I’m right here,” Silk growled. “If you don’t leave, I’m reporting you for sexual harassment.”
“And why do my comments on their cock bother you so?” I turned to look at the Kirin with my half-lidded gaze. “I wasn’t planning on leaving you out, hun~”
Silk’s eyes widened, her hot pink cheeks turning into an even darker shade of pink. Cornflower was the one gawking now, their beak opening and closing like a fish out of water.
“Do you still want me to leave?” I asked the two of them. “We could just dine on these goodies, and I’ll be on my merry way. Or, you two can take a load off, and enjoy yourselves~”
I stepped forward, leaning close enough until my lips were centimeters away from the President’s feathery head.
“Your decision,” I whispered, my tongue barely grazing their feathers. Like an arrow releasing from a bow, Cornflower turned their head and pressed their beak against my lips, their tongue wiggling its way into my mouth. My hoof lunged for their shoulder, tugging the griffon closer and melding ourselves further into the kiss. Feeling their cock pressing against my hindleg, I was more than ready to be taken to the next step of my plan. However…
“Silk, are you on board too?” I asked. “I promise to make it worth your while~”
Silk glanced at me, and then glanced at Cornflower even longer. I could be wrong about the two of them, but if I’m not, this plan could succeed beyond my wildest hopes. My pussy clenched at the thought.
Silk nodded, stepping closer to us and lowering herself to stare at the cock that I was previously ogling. When I noticed her glancing up at Cornflower, I pulled back from the kiss.
“You wouldn’t mind her touching your cock, would you?” I asked, a strand of drool still connected from my lips to their beak. Cornflower’s eyes widened, the strand of saliva breaking as they looked down to see Silk’s wide red eyes staring back at them.
“Not at all,” Cornflower whispered, turning their body away from me and leaning back, spreading their legs apart to reveal the swinging eight-inch monster. I stood over Cornflower’s shoulder, smirking down at the blushing Kirin. Watching her wide eyes staring up at the tantalizing tower, I walked away from Cornflower and stood next to the sweetheart.
“Have you done this before, Silk Scarf?” I asked her gently, my hoof resting on her shoulder. Silk shook her head, and I rubbed my hoof through her mane.
“Allow me to help you then,” I whispered. “The first step is simple, just run your tongue from their balls to the tip of their cock in an upward motion. Like this~”
I stepped forward, slathering the griffon’s blueberry-colored balls with my tongue, before then moving my tongue up to the tip. Swirling my tongue around the tip, staring into the griffon’s cloudy purple-eyed gaze, I pulled my mouth back and winked at them. Cornflower gasped and glanced away, causing me to giggle.
“See how worked up they are already?” I told Silk. “Just imagine, with skill, you could have Cornflower wrapped around your hoof~”
Silk looked away from me, lunging at the griffon’s balls. Her tongue circling each testicle for several seconds, sucking and moaning away as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Cornflower blushed even more heavily as they stared down at Silk Scarf briefly, before making eye contact with me.
“Heh, she’s a natural,” I grinned, using my magic to bring Cornflower’s head to rest against the floor. I walked around Silk till I was facing the Kirin, my hooves on each side of Cornflower’s head as I lowered my snatch onto their face. I yelped as I felt talons sinking into my ass as Cornflower shoved their beak into my clit, their tongue striking at me like a viper ready to make its kill.
“Yes!” I howled, causing Silk’s eyes to roll back and stare at me. She briefly coughed against Cornflower’s balls, but narrowed her eyes at me as she recovered and got up. Never taking her eyes off me, she opened up her mouth and took several inches of Cornflower’s cock down her throat. I grinned at her, feeling Cornflower’s moans vibrating between my legs as I bucked my hips forward.
“Great job!” I started bouncing against the griffon’s face, my magic shoving the Kirin’s face further down Cornflower’s cock until her muzzle was smooshed in their balls. “Deepthroat that cock!”
Silk’s eyes widened as the tip of their cock pushed past her throat, but then she pulled out, before slamming back down. Her red eyes glared at me as she repeated the motion with a fire that matched my own, and even though I wanted to stop her in time for the main event, my body went into overdrive. Everything was happening so fast, what with Cornflower eating me out and Artsy only several fucks away and oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!
A series of red, blue, and white fireworks erupted from my horn as I screamed loud enough to wake the royals in Canterlot, and definitely the remaining teachers on campus. I lunged for Silk, knocking her off Cornflower’s cock just as it started leaking pre-cum. Crashing on top of her, I pressed my lips against her raspberry-flavored ones as she pulled back, slapping me in the face.
“Hey,” I growled, the slap going straight to my loins as I held Silk Scarf tightly in my magic. “You should be thanking me, they were just about to cum. Don’t you want to get some of that monster in ya?”
“I’m a virgin,” Cornflower and Silk gasped at the same time, and I smirked as I used my magic to bring the two beak-to-muzzle. The two stared back at each other, then looked at me like a pair of high school ponies caught in the act. I chuckled, shaking my head as I started stimulating myself with my own magic.
“As much as I would love to be the one to impale that,” I explained, my eyes landing on Silk Scarf. “This little cutie here should get the experience, and what better creature to give her that than her best friend?”
“Well,” Cornflower gulped, the blush clear on their cheeks. “If we’re doing this, then I don’t want to be your best friend...I want more than that.”
Silk’s hooves clasped over her mouth as she let out a tiny gasp.
“You mean that?” Silk whispered.
“I do,” Cornflower stared at the ground, rubbing the back of their head as their tail flickered about. “If you’ll have me, of course.”
“Oh my gosh!” Silk bounced forward, pressing her lips against Cornflower’s beak as she knocked them over, straddling their monstrous cock as she ended the kiss and held their face. “Yes, a thousand times yes!”
I smiled, my heart nearly rotting at the sugary sweet moment before me. Using my magic, I lifted Silk until the griffon cock pressed against her fuschia-colored snatch. Cornflower sank their talons into Silk’s hips, pressing the tip against her as they nodded their head in my direction.
“I got it from here,” Cornflower then looked into Silk’s eyes. “Are you ready?”
Silk nodded, pressing her lips against Cornflower’s beak as they slowly pushed inside her. Silk winced, gritting her teeth as the dark blue tower of cockmeat slowly disappeared into her tight little hole. Noticing a small trickle of blood running down Cornflower’s balls, I realized my error in not warming up the Kirin beforehoof. As I saw her give a loud moan, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as over half of Cornflower’s cock was inside her, I shrugged. Perhaps it wasn’t as big of a deal as I thought. Still, I used my magic to evaporate the blood from Cornflower’s body, briefly pausing my own stimulation. Cornflower lifted Silk Scarf up before slamming her back down on their cock, causing another moan to escape the Kirin. As Cornflower kept doing this, Silk’s red eyes became unfocused as her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Incoherent moans escaped her mouth as Cornflower thrusted and grunted into her snatch. It was like the mare was in a trance, and I sped up the magic stimulating my clit and my g-spot as I imagined myself on Artsy’s monster cock. I could only imagine as I would be in even more ecstasy than Silk Scarf, screaming to the alicorns as my paramour would hit the right spots over and over again. I squealed as my second orgasm hit me like a lightning bolt, my hooves seizing up as I crashed next to Cornflower and Silk Scarf. Out of breath, I was gasping for air as Silk screamed. Marecum splashed over Cornflower’s cock in what seemed like buckets, and Cornflower began thrusting with the utmost urgency.
“S-Silk, I’m gonna...where do you-”
“Inside!” Silk howled, shoving as much griffon cock inside her as possible. “Breed a foal in me, Cornflower!”
“Shit!” Cornflower hissed, thrusting what I could only imagine was warm delicious griffon cum entering Silk’s insides. The thought warmed up my pussy, even though all my body desired was the embrace of sleep. Silk was yowling about Celestia knows what while I used my magic to distribute cups of water to the two lovers. Silk rolled off Cornflower’s slick and wet cock, her hooves shakily holding the cup of water I gave her, while Cornflower took their cup and downed the contents in one gulp.
“Thanks,” Cornflower gasped. “Holy fuck.”
“You could say that again,” Silk chuckled, her hoof making its way for Cornflower’s talon. “So, when you said you wanted to be more than friends…”
“I meant it,” Cornflower’s talon wrapped itself around Silk’s hoof. “You’d be my marefriend, and I’d be your partner.”
“Wonderful,” Silk cozied up against Cornflower’s side, her tail flicking about as she closed her eyes and grinned. I used my magic to bring the brownies and cookies onto the floor, opening the packages. I floated a brownie to my mouth, and pushed the brownies towards Cornflower and Silk Scarf.
“Sorry about your dress,” Cornflower whispered.
I glanced down, noticing the tears running down my fuschia dress.
“Eh, I can just buy another one,” I shrugged. “Besides, being part of the Equality Club is worth more than any dress or brownies. Trust me.”
Silk’s eyes flashed open as her and Cornflower looked at each other for a few moments, then back at me.
“About that...” Cornflower whispered.
Oh no.
“...we’re very happy to have you part of the club as well,” Cornflower grinned. “Me and Silk Scarf can’t thank you enough.”
My heart swelled as I watched Silk Scarf take a brownie in her hoof and feed it to Cornflower, the two staring into each other’s eyes.
“See y’all tomorrow,” I got up and teleported back home, my heart racing at the thought of seeing my Artsy Ace again. I rushed over to my cat and hugged him, his eyes staring up at me.
“Looks like we’re going to the Equality Club tomorrow,” I squeezed my cat tight, and Obsidian gave a loud purr as he pressed his muzzle into my chest.
“And so when I get my cutie mark, my mothers were hoping you’d be at the cute-ceañera!” Auburn chatted away underneath my wing as we approached the door to the Equality Club, my heart pounding away as I felt sweat running down my face. I ducked my head to press against my marefriend’s head, closing my eyes.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I assured her. “Okay, so we’re here.”
“Everything’s going to be alright,” Auburn whispered. “Even if she’s there, you can just talk to Cornflower and Silk Scarf. And I’ll be there the whole time, okay?”
My heart seized up within my chest, Auburn would be there the whole time. For Panphoria to talk to, to hurt, to whisper lies to. I nodded despite my thoughts, pulling my head away from Auburn and using my wing to open the door. As soon as I opened the door, my heart did a flip inside of its chest as I saw Panphoria and Alabaster chatting away with Cornflower and Silk Scarf. I stumbled inside, my chest closing up as I walked into the clubroom. Walking past the four, I stood over the bowl of nacho cheese doritos as I took deep breaths in and out. Auburn joined my side, staring at me with her wide blue eyes.
“We don’t have to stay,” Auburn whispered. “We can go to Sugarcube Corner and hang out there, or my mom’s boutique. Wherever you want to go, Artsy.”
“I’ll stay here,” I decided. “I need to speak with those two anyway. If you could just give me some space till club’s over…”
“Oh, okay,” Auburn’s ears flattened as she turned around and slowly walked away. “Let me know if you need anything.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but felt the words die in my throat. Instead, I turned over and lifted a wingful of doritos into my mouth, licking the cheesy dust off my wing as I turned around and walked over to Cornflower and Silk Scarf, who were now conversing with each other. I noticed that Silk Scarf leaned closer to Cornflower than usual, her hoof resting on their arm as she stared into the President’s eyes. I hesitated briefly, before shaking my head and storming towards them like a bird of prey.
“What the fuck?” I growled at them, puffing myself to appear bigger than I really was. “Did you two not understand what I said? Our clubmates will be in danger with her around!”
“Really?” Cornflower tilted their head, their eyes narrowed as they wrapped their arm around Silk Scarf. “Because when she visited us yesterday, she was nothing but delightful to the two of us.”
“She even brought us brownies,” Silk purred. “When are you going to start bringing food to the club?”
“Don’t change the subject,” I spat. “Just why did she show up out of the blue to visit you both? She knew what you were planning on doing, how dense are you two?”
“She came to thank us for how we handled the situation with you,” Cornflower growled. “And I can see why now. She’s probably scared that you’re going to make her feel unwelcome, and have you forgotten the rules of the club? All of us are to remain civil, and you look like you’re about to rip into us.”
“I’d go back to the other if I were you,” Silk’s ears flickered as her red eyes bore into my soul, her hoof trailing Cornflower’s cheek. “This is your first warning.”
My jaw dropped, and I stepped back as I saw the two in a new light. Their giggles, staring into each other’s eyes, made me feel sick to my stomach as I turned away and froze at what I saw. Panphoria and Auburn, talking to each other.
After Artsy told me she needed space for the rest of the clubtime, I walked away and trotted over to the ponies I usually talked to before I met Artsy. Angel Cake, a pale yellow unicorn mare and Mint Bow, a mint green pegasus that constantly wore bows in her long white mane. The two mares were leaning close, only breaking apart when I’d approached them.
“Auburn!” Angel stepped back from Mint and hugged me. “I thought you’d be with Artsy!”
“So did I,” I sighed. “She’s going through a lot with her ex being here though, but nevermind that. How have you and Mint been?”
“Well,” Angel pulled out of the hug and wrapped her foreleg around Mint, who was wearing a white polka-dot bow that took over half her head. “Mint and I are engaged!”
“Oh my gosh!” I lifted a hoof to my face, before lunging and hugging the two in a tight grip. “Congratulations! When is the wedding?”
“In two weeks at Sweet Apple Acres,” Mint explained. “We don’t need months to plan some big wedding in Las Pegasus, and your Mom will be officiating the wedding!”
I was shocked again, how much has flown over my head since I started dating Artsy Ace. I could only imagine as my Mom babbled on about officiating a wedding, and me just ignoring everything she said as I daydreamed of Artsy taking me to a fancy hotel, laying me down as she peppered me with kisses. Lower and lower, down my chest, my belly, all the way down to my...I shook my head. We hadn’t even reached that topic yet, so why was I jumping to conclusions?
“Um, Auburn?” Angel waved her hoof in front of my face. “Is everything alright?”
“Oh, yes! I’m still worried, that’s all,” I shrugged. “That’s great you two, do you know who your best ponies will be?”
Angel and Mint smirked at each other before looking back at me.
“We were thinking of you and Artsy as mares of honor,” Angel told me. “If you two would like.”
“I’ll have to talk to her, but I’m sure she’d love to,” I felt my heart warming as I stared at my best friends. “As would I.”
“Hey, I don’t think I’ve met you two yet.”
I glanced over and my heart jumped as Panphoria moved past me and held her hoof out to Angel and Mint. The two mares stared at me, and I nodded my head before Panphoria could turn around. Angel smiled as she shook Panphoria’s hoof, and Mint shortly followed. My eyes landed on Panphoria’s flanks, noticing the maroon red book cutie mark decorating said flanks. I tilted my head, staring at them as I wondered just what this unicorn wrote about. Angel and Mint resumed talking to each other as Panphoria turned around and smirked at me, walking towards me.
“Like my cutie mark?” Panphoria’s ears flickered as her shit-eating grin grew. “After...my last relationship ended, I wrote a novel and got this cutie mark right here. I also created several recipes such as raspberry cupcakes, eggplant parmesan, and chili. Didn’t quite get my cutie mark in cooking, but at least the creature that I settle down with will be well-fed.”
“Indeed they will be,” I gulped, my heart racing as Panphoria’s head tilted. She was studying me, and she had to have noticed my blank flanks and rising chest.
“Speaking of food,” Panphoria batted her eyelashes at me, her smirk never wavering as she spoke. “Perhaps you and I can get to know each other better over some fine dining. Artsy would definitely be more at ease if she sees that the two of us can be friends.”
Dinner. If it was just that, then why did my heart feel as though it would burst out of my chest?
“Yeah! Dinner sounds great,” I nodded. “When?”
“Tonight?” Panphoria asked. "There's this soup and salad shack that just opened up, and I've been dying to try their stuff. That sound good to you?"
"Yeah, it does," I grinned. "I should probably let Artsy know-"
"Why?" Panphoria's face scrunched up. "I mean, of course she'll know. But why the urgency? Does she need to know where you are at all times?"
"No!" I blushed from the tips of my ears to my cheeks. "You're right, let's just get going."
"My kind of mare," Panphoria grinned, wrapping a foreleg around my shoulders. "Alabaster will keep your mare company anyhow."
"Oh yeah, isn't your bestie's family part of the Canterlot Elites-"
Before I could finish my question, Panphoria teleported us out of the clubroom.
I felt the sunlight bathing my fluffy chest as my eyes were still closed for a little longer, then they fluttered open as I stared at the wall before me. Hopefully I didn’t keep the pony waiting at the lobby too long, but I knew I didn’t have anything to fret about. Getting up, I took a brief bath and soaped myself from tail to muzzle, drying myself off and making sure I didn’t miss anything before leaving the room. True, a spell could’ve made the process several minutes shorter, but there was just something about dousing yourself in hot water and soaping all the germs away. There were no words for such a mundane yet therapeutic experience.
Not willing to sweat my way down the stairs, I used a short teleportation spell to the lobby where two ponies were waiting for me. To the left side of the tables was Auburn with a small mug of coffee between her hooves, and to the right side of the tables was a bright-eyed deep blue stallion with a frizzy peach mane. He was Deep Sea, a classmate of Artsy’s that Auburn had never met. Such were necessary variables to my plan. He averted his gaze from mine and chewed on hay as I walked closer to Auburn’s table. Auburn’s eyes lit up as she waved her left hoof at me, as if I wasn’t just hooves away from her table. I swear, the sooner the morning was over, the sooner my headache would subside.
I nodded at her with a forced smile, walking past her and piling my plate with many strips of hay bacon, mixed berries, and pancakes with a glass of cranberry juice before I sat down at Auburn’s table. Auburn looked at my drink before looking up at me.
“No coffee?” Auburn asked.
“Nah, I don’t drink caffeine,” I told her. “So, you sleep well?”
“Mmhmm, best sleep in months,” Auburn beamed. “You?”
“It was okay,” I shrugged. “If you finished breakfast already, you should probably talk to Artsy now. I’m sure the mare is worried sick about you.”
“Didn’t Alabaster tell her where I was at?” Auburn frowned.
Heh, dumb bitch.
“What makes you think that?” I tilted my head. “She might’ve reassured her that you were safe, but Alabaster had no idea where we were at.”
“Oh no,” Auburn groaned. “I better go find her, will you be alright by yourself?”
“I always am,” I tried my best to keep my voice level as she stood out of her chair. “See ya.”
Auburn froze, her eyes widening as she slightly opened her mouth, before shaking her head and galloping out of the lobby. She’d get over it in a few days, me and her would’ve been nothing but a trainwreck anyhow. I looked across from me, and Deep Sea picked up his plate with his teeth as he walked over to my table and sat right next to me.
“So,” I turned to him. “Is Deep Sea still sick and staying home?”
“Yep, the school won’t let him back for another three days,” ‘Deep Sea’ grinned.
“Very good, then you will go to the Equality Club today and talk to Artsy about Auburn kissing me outside the restaurant,” I explained. “If she’s not convinced, just let me know. I have several backup plans.”
“Heh, I wouldn’t expect otherwise,” ‘Deep Sea’ snickered. “Shall we get to class?”
“You can go on without me,” I told him, glancing at the lobby desk. “I’ve got some catching up to do.”
“Before I go,” ‘Deep Sea’ leaned over, whispering. “Are you positive about attending Equality Club today? As soon as I break it to her, she’ll come at you like a bull seeing red.”
“I hope she does,” I giggled. “Remember her last conversation with Cornflower and Silk Scarf?”
‘Deep Sea’s eyes widened before he gave a wide grin.
“Oh my goodness, that’d be hysterical to watch,” ‘Deep Sea’s grin faltered a little as he put his hoof on my shoulder. “But I’ll have to intervene if they don’t, okay?”
“I understand,” I nodded, giving ‘Deep Sea’ a hug before he got up and left. As I munched on a bite of pancake and several berries, I watched as Silver Spoon leaped from her chair and galloped to my table, pulling out a chair and sitting down. Her hooves leaped onto the table’s surface, her bright eyes staring at me as she lunged forward.
“Tell me everything,” Silver Spoon insisted.
After I left Panphoria to speak to the silver mare, I let my blue pony disguise drop as I took on the form of Alabaster once more. I wore her skin till the last class, and as the bell rang, I grinned as I made a beeline for the nearest restroom. Opening it and locking the door behind me, I took on the form of Deep Sea again. Exiting the restroom, I saw Panphoria walking into Equality Club with an extra trot in her hooves and a grin that held back sharp teeth. As she went inside, I followed and my heart dropped as I didn’t see Artsy nor her marefriend in the classroom. Panphoria looked over her shoulder, her eyes wide. Before I could speak, I heard a messy clashing of sounds out in the hallway. I stepped back, and saw Artsy and Auburn further down the hall, the pegasus dickmare leaning close to Auburn as the shaking mare had her butt pressed against the wall.
“What did she do to you? What did she say about me?” Artsy growled as Auburn shook her head.
“I promise, she didn’t hurt me!” Auburn cried. “Artsy, please! You’re scaring me!”
“Um, if I could interrupt? I promise it’d be worth your time,” I stepped forward. Auburn’s eyes flashed as she made eye contact with me, and she turned back to Artsy.
“On second thought, maybe we could keep talking. Away from that stallion,” Auburn told her, but Artsy wasn’t looking at her anymore. The tall mare turned to me and took several steps forward.
“What do you know?” Artsy narrowed her eyes.
“I thought you should have the right to be informed,” I paused several seconds to allow the slut an opportunity to speak on her own behalf, but no such luck. “That I saw your marefriend kiss Panphoria outside of one of the restaurants nearby.”
“Panphoria kissed me!” Auburn squealed, and I shook my head.
“I was looking before anything happened, because I was about to say hi to you two when I saw you lunge for her lips,” I explained, before looking back at Artsy. “I’m sorry you had to hear it from me. Best of luck to you.”
I turned away and took a turn in the hallway, transforming back into Alabaster and deciding to wait a few moments before returning to the hallway. Grinning, I could hear Artsy’s thunderous voice from where I stood.
“YOU SAID SHE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!” Artsy’s bellow rang throughout all the classrooms and halls. I could hear Auburn bursting into sobs and choked begs for the screaming mare to stop, before I heard a door opening nearby.
“What the fuck is going on?” I heard Cornflower in addition to several hoofsteps and pawsteps approaching the two. As I walked back into the hallway, I arrived just in time to see Artsy’s wide eyes landing on Panphoria, who was standing behind Cornflower and Silk Scarf as they witnessed the mare towering over her shivering marefriend, who looked smaller than a mouse.
“YOU!” Artsy snarled, bulldozing Cornflower and Silk Scarf out of the way as she rampaged towards my dearest friend. Before I could throw her against a wall, Panphoria’s horn lit up as Artsy froze mid-air. The yellow unicorn shook her head.
“What is the meaning of this?” Panphoria demanded, and I was ready for her next words to seal the fate of their relationship. “There’s nothing wrong with a little casual sex, she told me you’d get over it anyway.”
Artsy gave a sharp inhale as she managed to glance at Auburn over her shoulder, the orange mare’s jaw dropping as she looked at Panphoria. Cornflower and Silk Scarf looked at each other, then at Artsy’s frozen form.
“Panphoria, take her to the headmare’s office,” Cornflower ordered. “I’ll send my mother over there to help handle the situation. Silk Scarf, you escort Auburn home and make sure she’s alright. And you…”
Cornflower’s gaze looked like a predator about to rip into its prey alive as they stared hard at Artsy.
“...are no longer allowed anywhere near this club,” Cornflower hissed, their tail flicking like a whip. “Get her out of my sight.”
“On it,” Panphoria turned away, trotting down the hallway as she glanced at me. “Oh hey Alabaster, I got to get Artsy to the headmare’s office. Wanna come with me?”
“Sure,” I skipped to her side as she carried Artsy in a ball of magic floating above us. “What happened? I heard a lot of yelling.”
“Oh, Artsy here is just pissed that I got freaky with her marefriend,” Panphoria shrugged as she glanced up at Artsy. “Why so quiet? You seemed to have a lot to say back there.”
“Fuck off,” Artsy snarled. “You won’t be laughing when I tell the headmare that you raped my marefriend.”
“Woah,” Panphoria frowned. “I did no such thing. Your marefriend kissed me outside of a restaurant and wanted to take me back to her place. But her parents live there, so we went to a hotel.”
“Why?” Artsy wailed. “Why do this to her? To me? How did you even convince her to kiss you, and be with you like that?”
“We just had a nice dinner, getting to know each other better,” I shrugged. “She must’ve felt something, so she kissed me.”
“But it was just casual sex?” Artsy asked.
“To me,” Panphoria told her. “Your marefriend seemed really eager to jump ship though.”
Artsy fell silent, only the quietest of muffled sobs escaping from her magical bubble until the two of us reached the headmare’s office.
After me, my ex-marefriend Artsy, Silverstream representing her offspring Cornflower, and Starlight Glimmer were in the office for an hour, Headmare Starlight decided to suspend Artsy for a week on account of harassment and attempted assault. As well as several sessions of required counseling when she returned to classes. The next part of my plan began when Alabaster found somewhere to hide and take on the form of a fly on Artsy’s back. Obsidian would stay with Artsy for that week, only returning to give me updates on the situation.
It was on one evening that I had been enjoying chocolate ice cream at my desk that I saw a black cat standing on the roof outside my window. Using my magic to open the window, my pet cat rolled onto the desk and took on his changeling form as he frowned. I closed the window, and felt my heart drop.
“Well?” I asked him.
“Um,” Obsidian gulped, his ears flattening as he looked away. “So Artsy and Auburn are staying together.”
My magic surged out of me like a lightning bolt as I howled and split the desk in two.
Author's Note
What's more horrifying than rape? Happy Halloween month 🎃👻
Suffer
As the sharp bolt of magic shot straight out of my horn and into the middle of the desk, Obsidian’s eyes widened as he jumped off the desk and crashed onto my bed. As my ice cream practically sizzled into ashes upon the magic’s touch, I growled as I quickly repaired my desk with a calmer spell. After it repaired itself, I swung my head to stare at Obsidian, who was clutching one of my pillows with his holed hooves.
“How did this happen?” I whispered, my voice shaking along with my body.
“They spent the night talking, and Auburn said something about you telling her that Artsy is asexual,” Obsidian explained, his grip on the pillow slightly loosening. “Artsy softened up real quick after that, and apologized for not telling Auburn sooner. On the condition that Auburn can seek release from others, Artsy was willing to try to make it work.”
“And Auburn?” I asked.
“She...seemed like she was still thinking it all over,” Obsidian admitted. “She might have somepony else on her mind.”
“I don’t give a fuck who that whore wants,” I snarled, she finally forced my hoof. “I’ve changed my mind, Obsidian. You can do the first plan you suggested.”
“You mean…?” My changeling friend’s eyes lit up as his cock began to slide out of its sheath, his tongue licking his fangs as he struggled to stay still.
“Yes,” I nodded. “But! You can’t do it in that form, it must be in her form.”
“Duh,” Obsidian rolled his eyes as his tongue rolled back into his mouth and he grinned at me. “Wouldn’t want to give myself away like that. When do you want this to happen?”
“As soon as you can get Auburn alone in her room, I have a potion that’ll help you under my bed,” I told him, sticking my head under the bed and using my magic to pull a white potion out from under the bed. I placed it on the bed next to Obsidian. “Give that to her first.”
“Of course,” Obsidian nodded. “I’m pretty sure she’ll be in her farm mother’s home tonight, I’ll wait for her.”
After taking on the form of a fly again (the magically enhanced potion bottle shrinking as I did), I waited on the surface of the red barn for Auburn to come trotting down the hill. If Artsy herself was with the orange mare, I would try for another night. Two Artsies would only derail the plan into a fire of confusion, and I knew this routine well enough to not make rookie mistakes like that.
Sure enough, Auburn walked down the hill and opened the door, walking inside. After a few minutes, I took on the form of Artsy Ace and knocked on the door. The farm mother that neutered most of my people opened the door, giving me a smile.
“Howdy Artsy!” Applejack waved her hoof. “You come to visit my daughter?”
“I have,” I told her. “She seem alright on the way home?”
“Ah think so,” Applejack put her hoof to her chin. “She seemed like she had ah lot to think about. But it’s probably cause of that bully she mentioned. Ah swear, if I find out who yelled at my filly-”
“I understand,” I nodded. “But I should probably check on her myself.”
“Of course,” Applejack nodded. “Go right upstairs, she should be in her room.”
I trotted up the stairs with a wine bottle full of the potion underneath my wing, using my free wing to knock on the door to Auburn’s room. Auburn opened the door, her smile coming naturally as a filly that had a knife held against her head.
“Oh, h-hey Artsy!” Auburn greeted me. “What’s that underneath your wing?”
“I thought we could have a drink after everything,” I entered the room and closed the door with my back hoof. After some time of her eyes darting from me to the bottle, she finally spoke.
“Oh, okay,” Auburn slowly nodded as I popped the cork and handed the bottle to her. Taking a swig, Auburn nudged the bottle back to me and I placed the cork back on. As I placed the bottle on her desk, Auburn’s expression scrunched up.
“Aren’t you going to have so-” Auburn stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening as she tried to force the words out. As I galloped to her door and locked it with one of my feathers, I turned to face her, still blocking her exit.
“I can’t have you ratting on me to your bumpkin mother,” I shrugged. “Then again, I could always just tell her the truth. Ponies like you don’t just get raped for no reason, right?”
Auburn bolted forward and swung several blows into my side, but I swung a hard blow into the side of her head, sending her crashing against her chair. As she struggled to get up, I kicked my hoof into her ribs several times until she collapsed, her eyes blinking in and out of consciousness. Grabbing her by the scruff with my teeth, I yanked her up onto her own bed head-down-ass-up and pressed my temporary ten-inch cock against her deliciously dry entrance. Auburn glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, struggling as I leaned my weight against her and my forehooves on either side of her shoulders. Her mouth flapped open and closed, and while nopony else could hear the words, I could.
“Artsy!” Her voice wailed in my head. “I made a mistake, it’ll never happen again! She meant nothing to me!”
“I can still hear you,” I told her. “And I don’t have a cobweb for a brain, whores never change. I’ve seen the way you looked at her and not me when she took me to the headmare. I get it though, you were feeling neglected. Well don’t you feel better now, you fucking whore!”
I snarled the insult in her ear as I pushed half my length inside her tight entrance, hearing her tortured screams echo in my head. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t all a performance. The fact that she angered my Panphoria and made her cry was enough to put her in this position, but to knowingly take away the mare she wanted, and to then cheat on that mare? There was a lesson to be taught here, and she wouldn’t leave this room until she learned it. Blood poured over my cock and into her bedsheets as she squirmed with renewed strength, but I sank my teeth into her mane as I thrusted more inside her.
“Yes,” I hissed as her walls clamped around my cock. “Struggle, you worthless cunt~”
And even if this was a performance, it wasn’t like it was for nopony. After all, if her spell worked, the two of us might have an audience after all...
Laying on my bed, I had my horn generating a screen of “Artsy” raping Auburn in her own room. I felt waves of euphoria rushing from the tips of my hooves to my clit as I rubbed it in circles, my heart racing as my plan blossomed before my eyes like a flower in full bloom. And I could hear her screams, even if nopony else outside of her room could. They sounded like birds singing to my ears~
The feeling I’d felt just minutes ago, the blood boiling inside me as I imagined Auburn fucking as many mares as her heart desired instead of devoting herself completely to Artsy, had melted away and was replaced with this lustful high that I was trying to stifle. Then again, my brother was out on a walk and my parents were still probably out at their respective jobs, so what was the harm in letting out one scream?
The electric feeling in my clit surged throughout the rest of my body, and the screen my horn was generating glitched and nearly disappeared altogether as I threw my head back and howled:
“YES! RAPE THAT WHORE!”
Meanwhile, outside of Panphoria’s room, a short yellow unicorn mare with a white mane and tail with pink highlights and a tall dark blue stallion with a short dark brown mane were walking down the hallway. While the mare, Silent Mouse, didn’t hear a single sound due to her deaf ears, the stallion named Work Horse paused and stared at their daughter’s door. His muzzle scrunching and his eyes widening, he shook his head and sighed before following his wife to their room.
“I really need to talk to her about that porn addiction of hers,” Work Horse grumbled. “Why can’t she watch something normal for once?”
The tortured screams underneath me had dissolved into sobbing and asking what she did to deserve what was happening. Each time she asked, I either laughed, spit on her, or ignored her as I realized that I was reaching my breaking point. I considered slowing down if only to prolong the bitch’s suffering, but Panphoria was most likely cooling off from a bone-shaking orgasm. And as much as my heart swelled knowing that Panphoria would sleep like a foal tonight, she’d want me to reward myself for my hard work. Picking up the pace, jackhammering myself into Auburn as I felt her squirting all over my cock, I snickered.
“See? It’s not so bad, Aubby,” I taunted her. “You’ve been longing for this night after night, and you even came! Was it all that you had hoped for?”
For the first time since I started, she fell completely silent, not a cry or yell even. Eh, whatever. I gave one final thrust and moaned right into her ear as shot after shot of my jizz went right into her unprotected pussy. She didn’t know that the potion would prevent said pregnancy, but of course, I didn’t need to tell her that.
Pulling my cock out of her slowly, pressing her head down against the bed with my hoof, I began to leave her bed while keeping her head held down.
“Listen carefully,” It was the softest tone I’d have with her, so she ceased her struggling. “The potion doesn’t wear off until I leave the house, but if you try to run to your mother, or if you tell a single soul of what happened...well, I’m sure that hick momma of yours wouldn’t mind a rape-foal in that belly of hers. And having me arrested won’t prevent that, I have a lot of friends after all. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
As I remembered the many forms I took during nights like these, I chuckled and almost hoped that Auburn would snitch and have Artsy arrested. Because who would I decide on for Applejack’s rape? Ekon, the towering zebra stallion with rippling muscles? Viper, the loud-mouthed dragon with cheetah-like reflexes? Or would I dare pose as one of Applejack’s dearest friends with a futa cock?
I lifted my hoof off her head, and Auburn came to life as she shook her head, still not looking at me.
“I won’t tell anyone! Please, your problem is with me!” Auburn wailed in my head. “Leave my family out of this! Isn’t this punishment enough?! To forever live with this with nopony to tell?”
“That is quite the punishment, yes,” I grinned. “Very well then, you have a good night my sweet Aubby.”
Pressing my lips against her forehead, I walked down the stairs and didn’t hear a single sound in the barn. As I walked outside, I noticed Applejack and the other family members were far away from the barn, either feeding pigs or bucking apple trees. Heh, seems like I didn’t even need that potion.
“Oh Artsy!” Applejack waved at me as she galloped over. “Ya sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?”
I struggled not to burst into laughter, the idea of Auburn having to endure a full dinner with her rapist and not saying a peep as she would imagine her mother being pinned down by the mysterious rapist of my choice. But alas, Panphoria needed that feeling inside her to marinate until it blew up the next time she saw Artsy. I shook my head, smiling at Applejack as I spread my wings out.
“Not tonight, Aubby seemed a bit tired and I already ate earlier,” I told her. “You all have a good night!”
“Ya do the same!” Applejack grinned as I turned around, giving her a nod as I galloped towards the hillside and took off into the sky, using Artsy’s Celestia-blessed wingspan to fly high into the sky until I saw no one else around me, and shapeshifted into a fly as I flew to Panphoria’s house and into her open window. Panphoria’s half-lidded gaze was on her magic-generated screen, smiling from ear to ear as she watched Auburn sobbing into her pillows, her hoof still slowly rubbing her clit. As I landed on her desk, I shapeshifted back into my changeling form and Panphoria flinched, the screen disappearing as she covered her lower half with her blankets.
“Obsidian!” Panphoria blushed as she grinned at me. “Let me know when you come in! You don’t want to fly in on me flicking my bean.”
“Panphoria…” My heart raced like a hummingbird’s wings as I imagined her hoof replaced with mine, trailing my tongue down her neck, but I’d rather be caught for all my crimes than admit that out loud. “...don’t worry, I don’t mind. You were technically watching me in action, after all.”
“True,” Panphoria giggled. “But you were her, so I couldn’t help but get carried away with the thought that my sweet Artsy would give her what she deserved, and then sweep me up in her wings in a deep kiss and...you don’t want to hear this, I’m sorry.”
“Panphoria, I love hearing when you’re happy,” I told her, not disagreeing with her last statement. “And know well that if that mud pony is nuts and chooses to stay with Artsy still, I’ll sick Ekon on Applejack. She’d have to be as twisted as me if she doesn’t breakup with Artsy after that.”
“Oh don’t worry, I have a hunch we won’t have to worry her anymore,” Panphoria got out of her blankets, embracing me in a hug and kissing me on the cheek. “Obsidian, you didn’t have to do any of this. I owe you more than I could ever give back, so if you ever want anything at all, you tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
I felt my cheeks heat up as I began absorbing the love radiating from her. And as I processed those delicious words, I wondered if it was love for what I did…
...or me?
Me and Auburn stood outside of the Soup N' Salad shack. I untangled my foreleg from her shoulders slowly, turning to her cute expression with her wide blue eyes and twitching muzzle.
"I can't say for sure," I replied. "She talks quite a bit about Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis, but she's never confirmed if they're relatives or just ponies she knows."
"Wow," Auburn whispered. "What is Alabaster like?"
"She's a lady in the streets and a freak in the sheets," I described her in the way Obsidian emphasized all those years ago, giggling at Auburn's furious blush and dropped jaw. "Hey, I'm just describing her just as she would describe herself. You should ask her yourself!"
"Oh that's okay," Auburn walked past me, her deliciously red tail positioning itself just over her precious bits. She leaned forward, about to wrap her teeth around the door handle when I dashed forward, using my magic to move her aside and swing the door open. I gestured to the interior of the restaurant, and Auburn walked inside.
"Thank you," Auburn whispered, stopping at the waiter standing before us. "Booth for two, please."
"Of course, right this way," the grey stallion took two menus with his magic, trotting over to a booth in the corner of the establishment, placing the menus on the table. Me and Auburn seated ourselves and looked to our waiter.
"Is there any drinks I can get you ladies?" The waiter asked. "We have a special mixed berry sangria that is limited time."
"I'll have that," I told the waiter. "And my friend here will have that as well, unless you want something stronger?"
"No, sangria is good," Auburn nodded.
"Two mixed berry sangrias right away," the waiter nodded, turning away and making a beeline straight for the bar. I turned to see Auburn scowling.
"Usually I just get lemonade…" the earth pony grumbled.
"We can get that from him when he comes back," I waved my hoof. "But hon, we both could use a drink tonight. When was the last time you sat down with a good wine?"
"Um, I've never…" Auburn drifted off, her hoof pacing circles around the wooden surface of the table. I blinked my eyes rapidly, a smile growing on my lips.
“Goodness! I suppose tonight’s as good a night as any then,” I chuckled. “Your parents don’t let you go out?”
“Oh no! They do,” Auburn assured me. “Quite a bit actually, Mom would hate to keep me cooped up at Sweet Apple Acres all the time. It’s a lovely home, but even the hardest working of Apples need a change of scenery sometimes.”
“You’re an Apple?” I asked. “I never would’ve guessed.”
“My mothers are very important ponies,” Auburn beamed, and I kept note of that. Keep talking about her parents, but then shift the conversation when she gets tipsy.
“Who are your parents?” I asked her.
“Applejack and Rarity,” Auburn told me. “Elements of Harmony, and I’m their firstborn!”
Shit, I definitely had to be aware of that in regards to what I did with their daughter. Not to mention, that explained how Artsy and Auburn knew each other. If there’s anything I’ve learned at the School of Friendship, it’s not about what you know, but who you know.
“Huh, I thought Applejack and Rainbow Dash were together,” I knew they weren’t.
“Oh, well they lived together for a brief period of time,” Auburn explained. “When Rainbow Dash was tight on money, and then she moved out shortly after my Moms started dating each other.”
“Are you their only foal?” I asked her.
“Well…” Auburn trailed off, a small smile creeping upon her face. “Rarity is expecting another foal from the futa potion Applejack used.”
“That is wonderful to hear,” I turned around and thanked the waiter as he placed our drinks in front of us.
“Are we ready to order?” he asked.
“Oh! Well, I am,” I told him. “I’ll be having the red bean nachos with a side of tomato soup.”
“And for you, miss?” the waiter glanced over at Auburn.
“Um,” Auburn glanced down at the menu for a few moments before looking up at the waiter. “I’ll have the house salad with extra onion, extra tomato, and a side of honey mustard and ranch.”
“Very well,” the waiter grinned, taking the menus with his magic. “I’ll have that out for you two shortly.”
As the waiter left our table, I looked over to Auburn.
“Extra onion and tomato?” I asked her.
“It’s delicious,” Auburn commented. “The tanginess of the onion and the sweetness of the tomato really compliment each other, same for the dressings.”
“Hmm, I’ll have to try that dish sometime,” I agreed, taking a swig of my sangria. Auburn did the same, only at a much slower pace. But as soon as the sangria hit her tongue, her eyes widened as she tilted the glass further and drank the whole glass. My eyes widened as my heart started racing, turning around and leaning over the booth as I made eye contact with the waiter.
“Another glass for my friend, please?” I called out to him. The waiter nodded, preparing and levitating another glass to Auburn within minutes. Auburn took the second glass and gave it one swig before setting it down.
“So good,” Auburn clapped her hooves as she licked her lips.
“Glad you’re enjoying it,” I told her. “I hope Artsy has been treating you well.”
“She has,” Auburn’s smile wiped off her face, and her hooves started fidgeting against the table. I had to hold back a wolfish grin as I leaned against my seat and glanced at the wall.
“Especially since nothing happened when we dated,” I rolled my eyes. “That’s on me though, what else would you expect from dating an asexual mare?”
“Asexual?” Auburn squeaked, and I met her eyes.
“Yeah, you...oh no, you didn’t know?” I gasped, holding back my laughter as I placed my hoof over her own. “Sweetheart, I’m sure she was planning on telling you at the right time.”
“When did she t-tell you?” Auburn whispered.
“Well, she mentioned it a few months before we started dating,” I admitted. “But she doesn’t see it as that big of a deal, so I can see why she hasn’t said anyth-”
“Of course it’s a big deal!” Auburn snarled, banging her hooves on the table. “You don’t just start dating a pony and let her think you two are going to make love if you...if you…”
Auburn gave a soft wail as she buried her face into her forelegs, her whole body shaking for a few moments before she unfurled her forelegs and lunged for the wine glass. Drinking the rest of its contents, Auburn slammed the empty glass down, storming out of the booth and taking several deep breaths before approaching the bar.
“Another, please,” Auburn breathed.
“Of course, be sure to take some water as well,” the waiter sent a third glass of mixed berry sangria as well as a glass of water to our table. Auburn raced back to the table, drinking a swig of water before taking a swig of the mixed berry sangria. I softened my expression as if I was staring at a bear stuck in a beartrap, watching as Auburn took several deep breaths, her body shaking for several minutes until she stopped.
“Sorry about that,” Auburn sighed.
“Don’t be sorry, it’s a lot to take in,” I told her. “I’m sure you two will be able to sort everything out, you just gotta take it one day at a time.”
“Right,” Auburn growled, her ears flattening and her eyes blinking away tears.
“Your dishes,” the waiter placed the steaming pile of red bean nachos and tomato soup in front of me, and placed the mouth-watering heap of vegetables in front of Auburn. “Is there anything else I can get for you two?”
“No thank you,” Auburn lifted her head up and gave a strained smile at the waiter. The waiter glanced at me, and I nodded with a more natural smile. After he left, I lifted a chip heavy with red beans and red sauce, levitating it to my mouth and savoring the flavors and textures on my tongue. I took several more into my mouth, and glanced up at Auburn as she lifted the dressings with her hooves and poured them onto her salad: half of the salad in honey mustard, the other half in ranch. She leaned forward, nibbling on her salad quietly.
Lifting her head up, Auburn gave a long sigh before meeting my eyes.
“I haven’t been with another mare in a long time,” Auburn admitted. “And I don’t need to sate those type of urges, but it just...helps, y’know? I feel more like I can take on the day, that I don’t have to take on this world alone. With another pony there, to connect with in every way possible. And she’s taken that away from me, I just don’t know how I come back from this.”
“Well, you don’t have to think about her right now,” I told her. “Just focus on me, and the friendship we can have from here on out.”
“Yeah,” Auburn’s faint red blush didn’t go unnoticed as she smiled at me. “Friendship is pretty beautiful, isn’t it?”
“It certainly is,” I smirked, drinking the rest of my mixed berry sangria.
The evening passed by at a relatively slow pace, with Auburn giving me samples of her signature salad and me giving her spoonfuls of my tomato soup. She told me about her blank flank, and how she felt lost given that neither apple-bucking nor fashion design gave her a cutie mark. We talked about plans to get her doing other activities for her cutie mark, and she asked me about my first novel. And fortunately, she didn’t touch her third glass of wine again. For tonight, I needed her tipsy. Not drunk.
“Hmm, perhaps another time,” I told her. “What would our conversations be if I put all my cards on the table?”
“That’s a good point,” Auburn chuckled as she rubbed her mane with her hoof. “And here I am, confessing all my sorrows and dreams to this mysterious mare.”
“Your check,” the waiter placed the check at the table, and I brought it to my hooves with my magic before Auburn even budged. Auburn leaned forward, blushing heavily.
“Oh no, you don’t have to-” I attached a big pouch of bits, as well as another pouch for the tip, to the check and teleported it to the waiter before Auburn could finish her sentence. Auburn blinked at me with those eyes of hers, before a grin appeared as she looked away.
“Thanks,” Auburn whispered.
“Shall we get going?” I asked as I returned the smile back to her. Auburn met my eyes and nodded, getting up from her seat and walking towards the door, her tail flicking to the side and revealing that glistening pumpkin-colored pussy. My heart skipped a beat as I got up and followed her, glancing over at the waiter at the bar.
“You have a good night sir,” I told him.
“Same to you,” the waiter’s eyes widened as he glanced in Auburn’s direction, before winking at me. “You have a wonderful night.”
We exited the restaurant and stopped after a few paces, staring at her as I noticed a speck of honey mustard hanging off her lip.
“You got something on ya,” I stepped closer, ignoring Auburn’s squeaks, blushes, and protests as I stepped closer. Eventually she stopped speaking altogether and held her breath as I leaned closer, my lips inches away from hers…
...only for me to swipe the speck off with a flick of my horn as I pulled back, smirking as I stared at her frozen expression. Her perked ears, wide eyes, and slightly parted mouth remained that way for half a minute before she came back to life and lunged for me, her hooves yanking my face forward as her lips connected with mine. Her tongue wriggled its way into my mouth, her hooves loosening their grip as I slowly opened up and allowed her to kiss me with as much force as she desired. And yet, I did not kiss her back, and gave her my best attempt at a wide-eyed expression as she eventually pulled away.
“Auburn,” I whispered. “That was...wonderful, but what about Artsy? Are you okay with doing this while you’re still with her?”
It didn’t matter the answer, it’d come back to Artsy regardless. Auburn looked down at the ground for a few moments before she looked up with a puffed chest and unrestrained grin.
“She’ll get over it,” Auburn chuckled.
My heart felt like it was going to soar out of my chest; it was now my turn to strike, I pressed my lips against hers now and ran one hoof down from her neck to her shoulders. The mare shivered against my touch, and I slowly pushed my tongue into a dance with her own. Unlike when she kissed me, my tongue was soft and gentle as it caressed and slowly danced around the fierce viper that was her own tongue. Demanding oxygen, the both of us pulled away with gasps. Staring at each other, Auburn was the first to speak.
“I’d ask to go back to my place, but my parents live in both places where I live at,” Auburn frowned. “And I’m guessing you live with your family as well?”
“Yeah I do,” I nodded. “But we can go to a hotel, none of that cheap shit. Let’s go to the Mareiott, I’ll cover it.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Auburn whispered. “Do you even have a job?”
“I help Yona and Sandbar with their deliveries sometimes,” I told her. “And I work the graveyard shifts at the Sugarcube Corner. Not a lot of customers, but we still have to prepare a lot of cupcakes, cakes, brownies, and other desserts.”
“Oh,” Auburn gave a small sigh. “Sorry for assuming otherwise.”
“It’s okay,” I insisted, walking in the direction of the hotel. “Most creatures at the School of Friendship don’t have jobs anyhow.”
The rest of the walk was quiet, with me smirking at Auburn every couple of minutes. Sure enough, she’d either smile back or glance away as she blushed through her orange fur. I would chuckle, turning back to walk to the hotel. The tall dark brown building that towered every other building in Ponyville was within sight, and we walked in and saw a bluish gray mare that I had seen before: Silver Spoon. She was without her wife, Diamond Tiara, but that was to be expected. The magenta mare had her own business to run, while Silver Spoon served the public with a smile as always. I tipped her generously every time I came here, and we managed good conversations about the happenings of Ponyville and the School of Friendship.
“Hi Panphoria!” Silver Spoon pushed her glasses up to the bridge of her muzzle as she grinned at me and my friend. “Who is this lovely lady?”
“This is Auburn,” I told her. “We would like a hotel room for the night.”
“Alrighty, that’ll be a hundred bits,” Silver Spoon told me. A green aura lit up around my horn as I summoned a hundred and twenty-five bits and placed them in a cloth bag, giving the bag to Silver Spoon. As I imagined the older mare’s gasp at the twenty-five bits she’d discover upon counting the total thoroughly, I took the room key from Silver Spoon and gave it to Auburn.
“Room 601, I’ll be right here. Pinkie promise,” I did all the required motions as Auburn nodded and turned to walk to the stairs. As soon as she disappeared to the second floor, I approached Silver Spoon at her desk.
“Do you know if I could have a receipt for that?” I asked her.
“Of course, I wouldn’t expect otherwise,” Silver Spoon chirped, taking out a pen and paper. Writing down the exact time, date, and names of both me and Auburn, as well as the total, Silver Spoon gave me the paper.
“Thank you Silver Spoon, I’ll be sure to talk to ya tomorrow,” I told her.
“You better!” Silver Spoon snickered. “I want to hear all the details, missy.”
I chuckled, turning around and walking to the stairs until I reached the sixth floor. Why waste time sweating during a workout when you could just climb the six floors of the Mareiott? With a spell that I simply couldn’t live without, I charged up my horn and sent the magical energy all over my body, evaporating all the sweat in my fur and cleansing myself of any body odor. A warm sensation took over as I skipped to Room 601 and swung the door open without skipping a beat, walking inside and closing the door as soon as I saw Auburn lying on the queen-sized bed with her legs wide open.
“Eager?” I cackled, imagining the look on Artsy’s face if she were to walk in, the first sight she would take in being Auburn in that position for me.
Like a lion about to devour a wounded gazelle, I licked my lips and pounced.
I went for her right leg first, running my tongue down the inside of her leg till I reached the sweet spot. There was her clit, and her hopefully tight little hole right below. Turning to her left leg, I did the same long lick till I reached the same spot.
“Please,” Auburn begged, thrusting into my muzzle.
“Please what?” I growled, shoving my muzzle against Auburn’s clit. Auburn gave a long moan, smearing my muzzle in her juices.
“Eat me out,” Auburn ordered.
Not a second after she spoke up, I gave her clit a long lick before shoving my mouth forward and sucking on the feminine delicacy. Auburn cried out, and I lit up my horn with a dark red aura. Another red ball of magic materialized in front of Auburn’s hole, and formed into a thin yet phallic shape. Pushing inside with only a little resistance, her pussy was squeezing the magical dildo as it slowly pulled halfway out and thrusted back inside. Auburn thrusted further into the magical dildo and into my mouth. This continued for several minutes until the mare cried out my name as she squirted all over the magical dildo, as well as my chin and my neck. As the marecum rolled down my chest, I stopped the magical dildo and moved back. I felt as though my chest was going to burst with pride and another darker feeling that I would never admit to; she said my name when she came. I growled as I jumped onto the bed and used my magic to yank her closer to me, hooking my hindlegs underneath her own as I lined up our pussies against each other.
I didn’t bother to ask her if she was ready, thrusting against her like a horny stallion as I reached over and started licking her neck in long yet rapid strokes. Auburn cried out profanities as I slammed my clit against hers with no moment to rest or catch my breath. I lit up my horn with a light blue aura that regained my oxygen and my stamina, and I hissed through my teeth as I felt the leg-shaking shocks running from my clit to the rest of my body as I screamed, zaps of red and blue magic shooting out of my horn and bouncing off the headboard as they sizzled out on the carpet below. Auburn’s eyes were wide as she watched the magical bolts fly just a few inches away from her face. And yet, as I kept going with our chests pressed together, Auburn moved her neck back as she turned and pressed her lips against mine. As our cunts made sloppy noises that echoed throughout the room, I rolled my tongue into her mouth as I tasted her lips. They tasted of pumpkin spice and whipped cream, and I moaned as I processed the flavors. Auburn shrieked into my mouth as her marecum splattered all over our connected pussies and rolled down her ass cheeks. Pulling out of the kiss, I blushed for the first time that night as I took her in: the soft orange earth pony was sprawled out, her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head as her tongue lolled out of her drunk and wide smile, her left leg slightly twitching like that of a dog having a dream of running in the fields. How was I to feel, seeing Auburn like this because I fucked her. Did I even fuck her, or was the sex we had a lot more than either of us planned?
No, stop. Artsy is the one that’ll be with me for the rest of my life, under one roof with our many foals as soon as I get this succubus out of the picture.
As I separated from Auburn, I crawled into the left side of the bed. Auburn rolled onto the right side, and I used my magic to tuck her underneath the covers. With a flicker of my horn, all the marecum and saliva on the covers was gone. I didn’t need it, I had all the evidence I needed.
With Auburn’s back to me, I shot the mare a weak glare before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.
