Bullets and Babes

With the jail partially demolished, a number of prisoners were kept in temporary holds. For those considered 'low risk' this included the hospital, but law enforcers were stationed around them at all times anyhow, just in case. Applejack walked down the well-lit clinic halls, and paused, unable to help but listen in to a conversation already underway.

“Wow,” came Scootaloo's voice which echoed down the corridor. “You really tamed a pack of Timberwolves?!”

“Well...” The scuff of Apple Bloom's boot sounded with her kick. “Big sis did most of the work. Oh, and my brother Big Mac, too! But I still helped! Besides, that's nothin' compared to all the wild adventures you musta' been on!”

“Yeah, being a pirate has its perks. But it's risky, too. I don't think he meant to, but that dragon almost offed me!” More shuffling could be heard inside. “Too bad I probably lost my scooter. Made it myself,” she announced with pride.

“What's that?” They were interrupted when AJ made her way inside, the interior little more than a bed and dresser. “Ah, hey sis!” Apple Bloom threw her arms around her, the strain between them forgotten for the moment.

“Hello there, sugarcube.” AJ patted her head. “Er, sorry 'bout before.”

Apple Bloom waved it away. “Shucks, that's all in the past. Meet my new friend, Scootaloo!”

“Um...hello.” Scootaloo shrank a little under the blankets, her head filled by Dash with stories about how stubborn and stern AJ was, a real stickler for tradition and the law. She started to ramble defensively, “We didn't intend to hurt anyone-”

AJ shook her head. “It's okay. Keep up the good behavior and I'm sure your sentence'll be light.” She didn't know much about her, but the girl had obviously been taken in early, and seduced into a life of adventure...and crime. But with proper care those habits could be broken and she'd surely be a model citizen. Maybe she could even take her in?

“Yes ma'am,” answered Scoots meekly, her eyes lowered. “Is Rainbow Dash okay?”

“We don't know. I'll tell ya the second we do.” She told herself Spike wouldn't kill anyone at his mercy, no matter how enraged he was. The moment they made love, she'd gathered he was a warm, sensitive individual, in control of his baser instincts.

Scootaloo beamed. “Thanks. It means a lot.” She took Bloom's offered hand and squeezed it back. “Maybe I can made a new board and show it to you sometime? Um, when I'm back on my feet. And if that's alright.”

“We'll see,” said AJ who met her little sister's hopeful stare. “Just rest for now, I'll take care of everything.”

She left and walked about the town, past a number of buildings that were currently under repair. Everyone was spread thin, and while the mayor had insisted she finally took some more time off, she hated to see so many working hard while she was forced to take it easy. Dust crunched under her boots, blown about by heated winds, and she stumbled about aimlessly.

She fingered the holstered pistol at her hip, ready to draw it at any moment. It wouldn't do to be paranoid, but she imagined that the escaped criminals might still be lying low here, that they might jump out and take revenge on her for putting them away, or worse take a hostage. Her thoughts also drifted back to Spike and Rainbow Dash, who she hoped was okay despite it all.

Darn it...I still think of her like a friend, after all this nonsense. Makes it feel even worse, knowin' what I've gotta do. At least with me Scootaloo could have a proper life. I hate to admit it but Cherry Jubilee might have a point. Most girls here have to choose between poppin' out kids or...doin' what her workers do. Not everyone can be a bounty hunter like me and Bloom.

But I can't forget that Dash stole from the town and put everyone at risk! Not to mention those sky pirates inspire others and recruit them to their cause. No, it might not be a good choice, but I've gotta believe we've made the right one!

Stubbornly she wandered aimlessly, boots crunching in the dirt, dust bowled around her. In time she arrived at Cherry Jubilee's whorehouse, and tried to cast aside her judgments, where she wandered to the back and checked in on Ember.

Bundled up in blankets, Ember opened an eye and studied her. Splashes sounded from the basin nearby, where Pinkie Pie bathed in soapy water that ran down her ample curves, her curls so soaked they went straight. “Hey there! Wanna come on in? She rose and beamed at her, her bust arced out while she smoothed back her wet mane. “Water's plenty warm!”

Applejack sniffed herself. “Probably could use a bath, to be honest.” Aware that everyone here was used to nakedness, she shrugged and stripped down, then with a swish of her muscular hips settled in across from her. “How you holdin' up, Ember?”

“Could be worse,” she answered with a swish of her tail. “Just wish Spike would come back already.”

AJ set her hat aside and immersed herself in the bathwater. “He won't really...eat Rainbow Dash, will he?”

“That's a stereotype. Most dragons don't eat people, since it's not worth a potential war with other races. Those who break that rule are usually cast out of the Dragon Lands. Spike wasn't raised with us, but he knows better, and I think he has a handle on his emotions.” Yet a certain doubt in her eyes was obvious, after the way he'd raced away to assault the airship alone.

“Sure hope so.” She drifted back, let her backside rest on the side. Pinkie hummed and rubbed her down with soap, trained like all those here to take care of the patrons, and with a bit of guilt she decided to indulge in the treatment. It still didn't feel right to her, no matter how much they were paid. It felt abusive and exploitative to her, despite what Cherry Jubilee claimed.

Sex is supposed to be sacred, aint it? Although I hafta admit Cherry and Spike were somethin' else. Was it just a heat of the moment thing, what with all the stress I've been bottlin' up? It's not like me at all.

She didn't understand the effect his musk had on her, that he primed females to mate with him, barely aware himself why they were drawn to him. Her eyes went wide when Pinkie closed in, breasts-upon-breasts smashed together in a soppy mess, and kissed her. “Uh, sugarcube...” Her freckled cheeks went rosy. “We might be related, ya know?”

“Distantly,” said Pinkie with a waggle of her eyebrows. “Not like we could knock each other up, anyhow!”

“That's beside the point.” Yet her eyes betrayed her, soaking in Pinkie's jiggly shapeliness, the playfully carefree way she carried herself. “Do you like your job? I mean, really? Living on your back every day, used by random men-”

“I love it! Oh sure, we get the occasional bad apple, but Cherry Jubilee boots them right out! She's given us a safe, comfortable place to live, pays us pretty well with free meals, and so what if we have to spread our legs and take a few cocks?” Her enthusiasm turned a little defensive, like she could sense her judgmental nature. “I like making them happy! And I'm darn good at it! Why don't you let me show you?” She moved back in, seeking permission, and this time AJ didn't resist.

Water sloshed over the sides when Pinkie pressed her cunt to AJ's, covered in a thick tuft of curly pubic hair, her womanhood warm and plump with arousal. The prostitute peppered her all over in pecks and nibbles, down her neck, over her tits and nipples, sucking and pulling on them, distending the flesh with each playful drag that made a pop sound.

AJ closed her eyes and moaned, instinctively ground her powerful hips back, pussies mashing, lower lips kissing, swollen clits rubbing with each strained impact. She was reduced to all instinct, digging her hands into Pinkie's plush asscheeks, kneading them with a desperate need, lost entirely in the moment. She realized Spike had awakened a lust in her she needed to slake!

They picked up speed, mischievously wrestling for dominance, AJ's old competitive nature coming out and Pinkie happy to play along. Their mouths met several times, exchanging sloppy kisses, tongues dancing and nibbling at lower lips. A saliva trail connected them when Pinkie withdrew, eyes half-lidded, a dopey smile on her burning cheeks, still humping with her.

“Sooo...you like to be in control, huh?” Pinkie giggled.

“W-well...I reckon it's okay once in a while,” admitted AJ, wondering if that was partially at the root of her rivalry with Dash, that both of them had too much pride brought on by their unspoken insecurities.

Somehow Pinkie had her lasso in her hands. “How would you like to have me at your mercy for a while?”

“I dunno,” started AJ, but Pinkie worked faster than she could follow, somehow binding her wrists and ankles together behind her back, legs opened wide. AJ stared dumbfounded, and Pinkie giggled and wiggled to show she was indeed helpless.

Pinkie nodded a her belongings near her discarded clothes. “Go ahead, I brought everything I could to cheer you up!”

With pursed lips Applejack rose from the bath, stalked past the prostitute who rested on her belly in the dirt, and sifted through the stuff she'd packed. Her face went absolutely crimson. There were a variety of butt plugs, massive dildos shaped like a number of animal equipment, a bottle of oil which she picked up with trembling hands, and a strap on she also collected with two fake cocks upon it, complete with ridges. She swallowed and stepped into it, locking the belts into place.

Pinkie waggled her butt, her cheeks rolling and clapping, her puckered asshole and tight twat plainly open to her. AJ knelt behind her, opened the bottle and slathered her hands in oil, which she started to sensuously rub into Pinkie's skin. “Oooh~” She stared over her shoulder at the bounty huntress, her bouncy flesh soon oiled up all over and glistening.

AJ couldn't believe how soft she was, particularly her breasts and buttocks, which squished under her gropes. Ember studied them all the while, arousal easing her own pain, her spade-tipped tail rubbing over her inflamed slit.

Carefully AJ pressed the tips of the false cocks to Pinkie's orifices, pressed in, spreading her wide open. She squealed in delight at being filled up, overjoyed that she could make someone else happy and help relieve her stresses. Muscular, freckled wide buttocks began to move, plunging deeper in a slow and subdued rhythm, making Pinkie gyrate and mewl louder.

Huffing, AJ grabbed a handful of her frizzy pink curls and pulled, gritting her teeth and delivering a hard smack on one of Pinkie's buttocks. It wobbled and a red hand print was left on impact, and she grunted, picking up the speed and force of her thrusts, assured Pinkie was used to much rougher treatment on occasion and could easily take whatever she dished out.

She delivered an occasional slap to her buttcheeks, left them even pinker and swollen, driving into her with workhorse-strong legs. Pinkie clenched her sexholes around the intruders, drawing her in, eyes rolling into her skull.

She hilted in her with another grunt, and Pinkie yelped, explosively squirting on her. AJ's own womanhood and asshole clenched, grinding her teeth, the friction and feeling of control letting a mini orgasm ripple through her wet loins.

Still locked in her, they almost failed to notice a shadow approach, but Ember instantly turned which alerted them. With a flap of wings Spike touched down, Rainbow Dash straddling his muscular back fully naked, cheering at the thrill of adventure from their flight. “Uh, hi.” She shot them a cocky grin. “Hope we're not interrupting something!”

“N-nah, we're fine!” Applejack awkwardly withdrew from Pinkie with a pop, her warm pink holes left to gape.

“Good timing!” Pinkie winked at them. “Say, do you still intend to take Dash in?”

“The law's the law,” noted AJ who removed the strap on and tossed it aside in attempt to recover her dignity.

Rainbow Dash frowned and hopped down. “That's a shame. But if it'll help Scootaloo-”

Leather wings encircled Dash and pulled her close to Spike's chiseled chest. “No. She's mine,” he warned with narrowed eyes and small plumes of smoke spilling from his nose, almost daring anyone to challenge him. “She broke the Fire Ruby, so I'm claiming her as payment!” Dash blushed but didn't resist when he pressed her to him with his massive claws.

“Good,” said Ember with a cruel smile. “You'll need lots of concubines to be a proper Dragon Lord!”

“Now wait a darn minute...” But AJ paused mid step at his growl, saw the rage still bubbling in his eyes. He'd suppressed it all these years, but the Fire Ruby's theft had brought it all roaring to the surface, mostly slaked by all the females who'd chosen to lay with him. But he couldn't forget he was a runt, a reject to most of his kind, unable to truly fit in with any society.

It's not up for debate,” said Spike and Ember rose to support him, heartened that he was finally showing more backbone, certain it was due to her and Smolder's influence. “We've gotten what we came for. Let's head home, Ember.”

Ember groaned when she tried to take flight. “It's no good,” she admitted. “I'm still too weak.”

“Guess we're grounded, huh.” Rainbow Dash forced a nervous chuckle.

Shuffles sounded when Cherry Jubilee emerged from the wrecked building, flanked by a posse of her girls. They were all armed but didn't draw their guns on the dragons. “You're all my guests, and under my protection, so long as you behave. That includes you, Rainbow Dash, if you wish to stay. Ember's obviously in no shape to travel, so I suggest you take the offer.”

Spike considered it a moment. “Alright. That good with you, Ember?”

“Yeah. She's been kind to me. Pinkie, too.” The saloon-dancer-turned prostitute brightened at this, and AJ worked to undo the complicated knots that restrained her. “Give me at least a few days, and hopefully I'll be back on my claws.”

Cherry nodded and relaxed her posture, thankful it hadn't come to blows, aware that for all their firepower there was no way they could win against even a small pair of dragons. She tapped her rolled up fan on her heavy bosom. “My girls we'll take care of you, whatever you need. Pinkie's multi-talented. A little lacking in common sense at times, but you can trust her.”

“Leave it to me! I'll make sure they all feel right at home!” Pinkie shook off any stray traces of water and slid back into her saloon costume. “That includes the full service, if you're interested~” She studied Spike in particular with blatant curiosity.

“I don't like it,” mumbled Applejack who shared a look with her old rival. However, she was clearly outvoted.

Pinkie asked, “Do you still have the Fire Ruby?” He nodded and reluctantly handed the cracked stone into her open hands. “It might not be impossible to fix it, you know! Why, I might know just the person to ask!” She slipped up to him beside Dash and traced his chest shamelessly, grinning at him. “How about we go somewhere private, and talk it over?”

Spike wrapped a possessive claw around one of her buttocks and squeezed. She tittered and fluttered her lashes at him. “Okay. Rainbow Dash, will you look after Ember?” He decided to test her, to see if he could really trust her. She'd promised to be his, to stay with him if she could, but he wasn't certain whether she would slip away at the first opportunity.

“Yeah, sure. Can't promise I'll be much good at it, though.” Dash smirked at him.

AJ drew her lips into a line. “I'll help.” It would give her an excuse to keep watch over her. With all their roles decided, the group split apart, Pinkie Pie leading Spike to a slightly more private area at the back. He playfully swatted her bottom with his spaded tail tip, and she laughed with a high-pitched snort, eager to try the most exotic creature she'd ever bedded.

Cherry Jubilee let down her hair, stripped, and settled into the bathwater. On occasion Ember would groan and grumble, and with Dash's help AJ supplied the salves and other medicines that eased the dragonesses' pains. She and her rival sat in awkward silence, both too stubborn to admit their mistakes aloud and mend the long burnt bridges between them.

Several more moments passed before either spoke. “Hey,” both began at once, then quickly shut up and looked away.

Applejack looked her lean body over. “How 'bout some clothes?”

Rainbow Dash heaved her slender shoulders.” I'm used to it. Besides, this is a whorehouse. Nudity's common here, right?”

“I reckon so. Just thought ya might be cold or somethin',” answered AJ who again turned away and squeezed out another cloth she intended to use polishing Ember's scales. In truth it was a ruse to break the ice and try to mend fences, but all it did was make her feel foolish. She expected Dash to mock and laugh at her, but she shot her a mild smile instead.

This is mighty juvenile. Why can't we just come out and say it? Least now I know she's okay. Spike had me worried for a bit. Huh, but what now? Everything's messed up after recent events, but now Cherry Jubilee's harboring a fugitive. Still, I'd feel like a regular varmint if I turned anyone over. Way I figure it, Spike also claimed Rainbow Dash to protect her.

Guess there's not much more I can do right now but rest and relax. Pinkie was right. I really needed that. Could probably use a drink, too, but I hafta keep my wits about me, just on the off chance more hell breaks loose around here.

She closed her eyes, hidden by the shade cast by her stetson's brim, unaware that a number of the sky pirate crew waited until darkness fell. The modified steam train was hidden in the desert, primed by Calaeno to attempt a desperate liberation...