“On yer knees,” Calamity murmured, the sun-warmed muzzle of Lil Macintosh nestled against the back of my neck. I froze instinctively, before slowly lowering the sandwich I’d been eating to the floor. Shit. What the hell was going on? I dared a peek over to where I’d left my gun, earning a firmer press of the muzzle to my scalp. “Ah said,” he purred, and I could hear the smirk on his face as he spoke. “On. Yer. Knees.”
“What the fuck, Calamity?” I hissed, lighting my horn to yank the gun away from him. A sharp jolt of pain blurred my eyes with tears, leaving my ears ringing. The edge of his wing pulled away from where he’d whacked my horn. His wingtip brushed against my side, the feathers just barely touching my fur before he pulled back again.
“Did Ah tell ya t’ talk? Ah told ya t’ KNEEL.” he snarled. The gun jerked from the back of my skull, and I caught the glint of the barrel out of the corner of my eye before he pulled the trigger. The crack of the round made me yelp as it tore away some of the wooden wall in the room we’d been taking shelter in. Shit, I thought, my heart pounding in my head, ears ringing once more. It’s loaded? He’s holding a loaded gun against my head!
“One shot. Next’n’s fer your horn. Last four? Well, ya’ll can listen just fine as a makeshift earth pony, whether ya got four knees or zero. Now,” the hot gunmetal returned to the back of my head, burning my nose with the acrid stench of singed fur and flesh. “Kneel.”
I didn’t realize my legs were trembling until I started lowering myself to the floor. Calamity’s gravelly chuckle dropped a heavy weight in my stomach as my chest hit the ground, followed shortly by my rear. I was intimately familiar with the sick sensation; Dread. “Now, was that so hard? Go on, raise yer tail.”
“What?!?” I squawked, tucking my tail underneath me. No, no, this can’t be happening. Calamity is my friend! He wouldn’t- The familiar click of the hammer cocking on Lil’ Macintosh answered me, killing off my mental protests as thoroughly as it would kill me. Hesitating, my tail hiked up an inch. It wasn’t quite fast enough for Calamity though, and with a deft wingtip he flipped it over one hip.
His appreciative whistle made my cheeks burn with shame. “Ain’t that a beauty? Ah’ve been lookin’ forward t’ gettin’ a nice clear view’ve this since ya’ll started teasin’ me’n Apple Whiskey’s bar.” I felt his hoof creep up my thigh, holding me in place when I tried shrinking away.
“An’ lookee here.” I bit my lip in mortification as his hoof spread my nether lips slightly. “Yer looking mighty damp fer a lesbian, ain’tcha? Are ya enjoyin’ th’ attention? Ain’t this what ya were lookin’ fer, back in that hole in th’ ground ya crawled yer way outta?”
“No!” I spat, freezing up again when I felt the muzzle of the gun brush against the back of my mane. The little pony in the back of my head was screaming in indignation, hot anger boiling up in my veins. Hole in the ground?! A tap of the barrel against my ear cooled my growing rage with ice cold fear. I shoved that little pony into a closet where she couldn’t get us shot. “I-Its sweat.”
“Really now?” His voice sounded wrong, like it was coming from a different angle. A puff of heat was my only warning before something hot, wet, and smooth took my breath away. My cheeks burned at the squeak that escaped my throat, heart in my throat as he licked his lips. I wanted to swear, and kick, and run. The forelegs pinning my hips down and the pressure of a loaded gun kept me from so much as twitching. ”Don’t taste like sweat t’ me. Now Ah ain’t no raider scum, Ah’m a gentlecolt. Ah wanna hear ya havin’ a grand ol’ time, but yer gonna have t’ cooperate. So are ya gonna cooperate,” I tried swallowing in vain, the barest hint of his tongue brushing the base of my tail. “Or am Ah gonna have’t encourage ya t’ loosen on up?”
The weight of Lil’ Macintosh left the back of my head, and for a split second I honestly thought about following through on my earlier plans. It all came to a screeching halt as too hot metal pressed against my ass, circling my cutie mark. NONONONOANYTHING BUT THAT! I raised my voice to speak, to respond, to hurl insults and beg him not to take them like the other mares. And stopped cold as the muzzle moved back further, trailing to press against my marehood. I hissed at the sharp sting, trying to pull away from his hold, body desperately squeezing to keep it out.
The sound of my juices hitting the gun and floor could be heard through the cabin.
“Ah think that’s a yes, but Ah ain’t quite sure. Why don’t Ah see how mucha this ‘ere gun of yer’s ya can hide? Ya better not squeeze too hard though, might jerk th’ trigger with th’ way yer squirmin’.” I could feel the sarcasm in his voice, that deep growl burning its way into my ears. I didn’t want to give him the moon blasted satisfaction, I wasn’t! If he was going to do this, betray me like this, I’d make him work for it.
“I… I-I… I think you should ask Celestia, when she’s ass raping you in Tartaru-!”
Stars. Stars and pain and ringing in the ears. I’d been here before, my dazed brain doing its best to respond. Get up and get to cover. No, legs aren’t working. Magic, ow, no. Maybe… I opened my eyes, trying to shake off feeling like an idiot who just got pistol whipped. I could only see a heavy brown blur, my head still spinning too much to make heads or tails of the situation.
“Ah’m disappointed in ya Pip, but Ah guess Ah couldn’t expect much better. Ya always were too dayum chatty, ‘specially with’n how ya swear. Fer such a sweet filly yer mouth needs a good washin’ out. Ah ain’t got soap, but… Ah think Ah got somethin’ a bit better.”
The ringing in my ears was starting to fade, replaced with the pounding of my heart and that deep voice whispering in my ear. I shook my head as best I could, the back of my head throbbing. I could taste coppery blood, and it took far more focus than I’d like to spit it out. Of all the things wrong with the last five minutes, of course I had to bite my fucking tongue.
Something strong and incredibly soft brushed against my face to wipe the tears out of my eyes. It caressed my cheek, and I felt myself nuzzle into the fluffy feathers of Calamity’s wing. I had a moment to get my bearings, right ear twitching twice as the warmth at the back of my head started to fade. At which point gravity decided to take over as his wing pulled me down, burying my muzzle in something soft and incredibly warm.
I struggled to breathe, managing a deep breath, and the thick smell overwhelmed my dazed senses. Ozone, gunpowder, both overwhelmed by something I couldn’t place. It was heavy. collecting in my head and sitting there, heat radiating from my chest through my veins. I wanted more, it was so familiar and yet so distant. I pulled back just enough to get another deep breath, basking in the blissful shivers the scent brought as I let my eyes flutter open again.
The blurs resolved into brown and black. Fuzzy at first, slowly coming to focus as my eyes adjusted. A black blur bounced in front of me. It smelled even better, and I nuzzled into it, wanting to bask in the heady musk. Clarity came with an icy shot in my veins.
It was him. Of course it was him. The last minute came back to me with a shock like being thrown in a cold bath, snapping me back to reality in an instant. I was muzzle deep in his balls, panting like a filly in heat, and there he was giving me that smug ass grin. The thick black spire of veined stallion rose in front of me to consume most of my vision, smooth black skin relaxing as it transitioned at the thick medial ring into a mottled pink. It was getting hard to breathe, the musky air only getting thicker by the second. I could see a droplet of some thick clear liquid sliding down his cock until smeared onto my muzzle.
My traitorous pussy winked hard, I blamed my developing concussion for the puddle forming between my thighs.
“Like what ya see? Go on, don’t ya go stoppin’ now, Ah saw th’ grin ya had nuzzlin’ inta them.” That damn voice was followed up by a heavy weight against my horn. “Or would ya like t’ get th’ next’n across yer horn?” Calamity’s wing pushed me down this time and despite my best efforts I couldn’t escape. It was like trying to push back against steel beams. I had never realized how strong a pegasus’ wings had to be to hold them up when flying, magic or not.
My vision was dominated by black, his wing holding me down. Not that he needed to. I couldn’t have moved away from those fuzzy brown balls if I wanted to. They were round and full, heavy with cum. Cum he’d probably been saving for a while, he’s nowhere near stealthy enough to have snuck off to deal with it.
The little pony in the back of my head staggered out of the closet only to get bitchslapped with thick, masculine musk. She was drooling almost as much as I was, and I had to fight to force myself to focus. It was harder than I’d like, but I was going to make him pay for the pistol whip. A little part of me screamed in protest for hurting the heavy orbs in front of me. It was much easier to ignore it than the hot stickiness running down the back of my neck.
My teeth had barely brushed one of this heavy orbs before I heard a click. Little Macintosh’s muzzle pressed right between my ears, the click of its hammer pulling back freezing me in place. Luna rape me with a cunt full of starfire, I forgot about that. I very carefully pulled my teeth back, the resurgent fear of a new breathing hole making my tail end shiver.
“No teeth. Ah feel ‘em again an’ Ah’m gonna take one o’ yer knees. Ya bite an’ Ah’m takin’ yer horn. Ya understand?” His voice, always so disarming, was ice cold. My forelegs pressed tight against my barrel, trying to hide them. His hoof wrapped itself in my mane, dragging my head up to look him in the eye. For all the lust in his voice, the look in his eye wasn’t anything like a raider’s. It was a stern, hard glare that reminded me far too much of the Stable Security guard who caught me trying to get my special talent in lockpicking. I swallowed hard at the lump in my throat and slowly nodded.
“Good.” And just like that the stern stallion disappeared, replaced with my charming rapist of a best friend. He gave me that smug smirk that he had kept shooting at the New Appleloosian mares, and I let myself breathe a sigh of relief. As horrible as this all was, something about that stare scared me more than the gun to my head. “Now Ah am a gentlecolt, so Ah’m gonna reward yer cooperation with a lil’ treat. Since ya like th’ smell so much, why don’t ya get a lil’ taste?”
His hoof pulled me down, and I couldn’t bring myself to fight it. Not after that. He slowly, tenderly almost, pulled my muzzle down until I felt the slick tip of his flare against my lips. The reality of the situation hit me again then. My best friend was about to force me to suck his cock, with my own gun against my head as leverage. Tears welled up in my eyes as I opened my mouth, tongue tentatively reaching out to press against the flat of his flare. Why? Why is he doing this? I couldn’t help my spiraling thoughts as I pulled my tongue back, coated in the sticky pre-cum beading at his cockhole. It didn’t taste nearly as bad as I thought it would, and a part of me hated myself for not hating it.
“Ah, that’s it, darlin’,” he crooned, casually holding my head down as I struggled to fit it in my mouth. He was big, too big for a small mare like me, and my jaw was aching before I even managed to get more than his flare inside. The flat of my tongue pressed against the bottom of his cock as he used the hoof in my mane as a handle, forcing me to bob deeper and deeper. “Ah weren’t kiddin’ before. Ah’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout this fer a good long time. Ya ain’t got a clue how hard it is t’ walk behind a cute lil’ mare like ya all th’ time. Mighty tough t’ not pop outta mah sheath an’ mount ya every time ya flash me yer hot lil’ holes.” He pressed down a bit further, groaning as the back of my throat kissed his thick cock.
I tried to whine in protest but no sound escaped as he held himself there. I couldn’t swallow, I couldn’t spit it out, I could barely breathe. The overwhelming scent of his musk was even stronger than from his balls, sizzling away at my thoughts as surely as the asphyxiation. The little pony in the back of my head started to melt with joy, the hormonal little traitor.
Slowly, far too slowly, he pulled back, until the tip of his flare brushed against the back of my teeth. I tried to swallow as best as I could but almost inhaled my own pre-flavored spit instead. Calamity didn’t seem to notice, or if he did he didn’t care. With a satisfied hum, he thrust forward again, pressing himself even harder against the back of my throat.
“Nnn~ Ah, that’s th’ stuff… Worth th’ wait fer sure. Ya sure yer a lesbian? Yer tongue’s sayin’ otherwise. Ah’m thinkin’ this might make a fine nightly ritual, don’t ya? Might just make a mare outta ya, don’t ya think?” He groaned, beginning to thrust against the back of my throat.
My choking must’ve been answer enough, as he pulled back again. “Take a deep breath now.” He whispered, brushing an errant strand of my mane away from my eyes with the barrel of Lil Macintosh. I stared up at him, begging him not to do it as my hindquarters pleaded for what was to come. It was all I could do to obey.
And then Calamity plunged forward, so hard I gagged against his cock as it made its way into my throat. I tried to swallow, my hooves battering against his hind legs desperately, both to no avail. He pulled back, drawing a gagging squelch from my throat. I was still trying to catch my breath when he began thrusting in earnest, using my protesting throat like I was nothing more than a toy. I could feel his medial ring slip past the barrier of my lips as saliva dripped down my muzzle, throat bulging with a deep ache as he forced himself down it.
His deep satisfied groan made my nethers pulse in instinctual need. I didn’t have the strength to question why his voice, his Luna-damned voice of all things, was having that effect on me. It bounced around in my head, and the little pony cheered to celebrate us doing a good job. I was starting to think that little pony didn’t have my best interests at heart.
Right as my vision started to go fuzzy he pulled out, pressing the gun muzzle into my mouth, keeping it open by forcing the cooled steel between my teeth. I- sweet Celestia buck me with her horn -could see his cock throbbing, the flare larger than I remembered. That had been in my throat?! It was the size of my hoof, pulsing with his heartbeat. I knew that much, I felt it in my throat running counter to my own not ten seconds ago.
“There ya go… Catch yer breath… That weren’t so bad now, was it?” A thick strand of spit still connected the head of the beastly thing and my trembling lips. He broke it with a flick of his wing, the barrel of Lil’ Macintosh glinting in the light as it swept the room. I gasped for air, staring up into his eyes, before jolting to my hooves.
I spun, hinds snapping out, hitting his wing with a solid meaty WHACK! He grunted in pain as Lil’ Macintosh clattered to the ground, giving me my chance. The door wasn’t locked, I hadn’t gotten around to locking it yet. All I had to do was make it outside. Through the door, break line of sight. I could hide in the alcove next to the door and sneak back in for my gun once he was airborne. My hooves hit the ground unevenly, as ready as I’d ever be. I’d make him pay for this, and all it took was one little slip.
Okay, maybe that was a poor choice of words.
I didn’t make it two wobbly steps away before my flight was interrupted by his own. The only warning I have was the WHUMP of his wings beating the air once, and he was on me. I’d fought stallions before, and I’d learned a few things. First and foremost was how strong they were in close quarters. Until now I’d always relied on my telekinesis, my weapons, and some clever prancing to overcome them. The few times I’d tried going hoof to hoof with a stallion I’d been taught the difference between tough and strong, and had earned more scars from melee than anything else.
I didn’t stand a parasprite’s chance in Tartarus.
I hit the ground hard, my vision going starry as the enormous muscled bulk of my rapist smashed into me. I was still dazed when he looped my tail in one of his hooves, yanking it hard enough against my back to make me cry out. The other helped its twin, pinning my head down while the one pulling my tail taut kept my chest against the warped floorboards. A few moments later it was replaced by what was swiftly becoming a familiar feeling; Lil’ Macintosh pressed against the base of my horn.
“Now…” He growled, panting through his teeth. A trill of anger and fear ran down my spine, he sounded a lot more raider-like now. “Ah ain’t done with ya yet, ya hear? Ah promised Ah’d follow ya wherever ya went, an’ Ah ain’t gonna let ya run off again. Now why don’t ya just hol’ still an’ take it like a mare’s meant ta?” The click of Lil’ Macintosh’s hammer pulling back punctuated his sentence, the hammer must have gotten knocked loose from the fall. I was lucky it hadn’t misfired, if anything about today could be called lucky.
I tried to give him my best growl, cutting off to cough as some cock and blood flavored fluids went down the wrong tube. Fuck. Fuck me, fuck him, fuck everything Celestia ever screwed with her god-damned horn. I felt something heavy and hot slide down my back, prodding at my ass blindly.
I felt something break in me the moment his cock pressed against my pussy. All of this, all the struggle and fighting, and the first thing that happened was my clit winked out to press against his flare. None of it mattered, none of it had a chance to stop him in the first place. He lowered himself, as if he could read my mind, further emphasizing the size difference. I felt small, then. Smaller than I had ever felt, weak and helpless in the face of this stallion. My friend. The pony who decided to take his lesbian friend for himself, not as a lover but as a cocksleeve.
My vision blurred as the little pony in the back of my head patted me between the ears. She had been right from the beginning. There was nothing I could have done to stop this. Why bother fighting it anymore?
The first tear fell as he pressed against my entrance. It was big, too big, bigger than anything I had ever dared try to put inside myself before. But I wasn’t the one doing it anymore, and Calamity seemed a lot less intent on being gentle than I had been. The hoof sized head of his cock pressed against me, my pussy straining to stretch around its girth and failing. It hurt, it hurt more than it had any right to, and not just from the dull ache that was building at my labia.
It hurt in my belly, where the burning need I had been forcibly ignoring simmered. It hurt because it - I - was incomplete. My body had been craving it ever since he first licked me, craving him. I needed him inside me, and I’d been lying to myself for a long time about that. I’d needed him ever since my first estrus out here, when hormones drove me to sneak onto his bedroll and peek under his blanket.
I’d been forcing myself to want, instead of getting to have, and lying to myself the whole time. It hadn’t been the last time I’d peeked, or the first time I’d smelled him. Even out of estrus, every time I stared, I told myself it was just left over hormones. I told myself I was just horny after seeing a pretty mare, told myself that his flank looked pretty feminine from that angle. I lied to myself, when I said I was too gay to care about stallions. Turns out the failure of a pipbuck repair technician’s a failure as a lesbian too.
At least the little pony in my head was supportive.
He wasn’t going to get anywhere like this. He was pressing hard, but as solid as his cock was it was still flesh and blood. It needed help to fit into someone as small as me. I shifted my hips, drawing my hind legs up under me. Calamity pressed the revolver harder against the base of my horn as a warning, but I didn’t stop. I braced myself as best I could, trembling legs spread wide for balance.
And as he pushed forward again I lifted my hips to meet him, forcing myself back as hard as I could. My entrance strained hard against his flare, desperately trying to squeeze down and relax all at once. I felt the pop more than heard it.
The world went white, and the last thing I was fully conscious of was my tongue lolling out between smiling lips.
My scream split the silent air, body trembling and jerking as orgasmic lightning rocked every inch of me. My mind sizzled at the overwhelming sensation, struggling to cope with the feeling of a stud filling me and the powerful orgasm rocking my small form. In the end it gave up, just as I should have from the start.
A few tears brimmed in the corners of my eyes, but Calamity didn’t seem to care this time. He was using me. And what good were the worthless emotions of a cocksleeve? He’d just fuck me until he was done, and then he’d let me stew in those feelings until he felt it was time to use me again. And again. And again. But Sweet Luna, it almost felt like he was savoring this first time.
“Aw, Lil’ Pip, you ain’t a virgin, are ya?” He continued to press into me, and I could feel my walls stretch around him, resisting every inch of him as he took his sweet time. It hurt, yes, but even the hurt was starting to cause spikes in my fading orgasm. “Ah’m honored ya’ll would save yerself fer me.” I tried to respond with something more coherent than babbling and moans as he pushed deeper. Even with the afterglow still sparking in my veins I couldn’t keep a slight whine from escaping my sore throat as his cock speared deeper inside me than I thought possible.
I could feel it all, every vein, every twitch as he held me down. A part of me wanted to plead with him to pull it out, it was too big, and it just kept coming, inching further and further into me. I’d messed around with a toy a few times sure, but never in my life had I felt so full. So… So complete. Like his cock was made to fill me, and my body hadn’t been complete until it had felt him spearing me open. I trembled as I felt something even Celestia-damned thicker press against my nether lips, it had to be the base of his cock, there was no way there was more.
Calamity pulled back out with a groan, making my walls sting as they stretched around his length. Already, I felt a horrible traitorous part of my mind cry out in protest, begging him to keep going, to pull it out. No, It wanted to say. I don’t want any more, make it stop! But I could feel how much easier he pulled out than when he’d pressed in, and I knew that it wouldn’t last long. A terrible secret part of me had been unleashed, and it was enjoying being violated more than breathing.
The muzzle of the gun scrapped against my horn as he paused, the flare of his stallionhood just barely still inside me. “Unless… Ya don’t want t’ continue? Ah could stop right here, right now. Here, how ‘bout Ah pu-”
I cut him off with a scream of “NO!” He was tugging at my entrance, pulling back against my pussy’s grip. I squeezed down as tight as I could, pressing back against his cock and swaying my bruised hips, trying to keep him inside me like my life depended on it. I had fought so hard, hated myself so much, and now that he had finally broken me he was going to stop? That was the last straw.
“I LIKE YOU LOOKING AT ME!” I screamed so hard my already sore throat ached, the last fragments of my will scattering like dust on the wasteland breeze. “Please don’t stop! Fuck me, rape me, cut off my horn! I don’t care, take it all, shoot me! Just please, please, PLEASE BREED ME! I LO-”
He froze in place, and I swear I could feel his flare throb half an inch wider. Little Macintosh skittered across the room as he threw it, wrapping my front half in his powerful wings, cutting off the confession. One of his forelegs wrapped around my throat, and the other pressed against my cutie mark to wrap around my hip. All his weight rested on his hinds and my back, pressing my chest into the floor. Covering me completely, pinning me without mercy, holding me against him. His teeth clamped down on my ear hard, drawing an ear piercing shriek and my entire body tensing up.
If I could think at all at that moment I would have kissed him. He seemed to have an issue with letting me think though.
Most mares would say there’s no such thing as a perfect orgasm. I think I proved them wrong, as I’m pretty sure I saw the plot of Celestia when he forced his cock into me all the way to the medial ring. My vision turned spotty for the second time that night as I screamed, my marehood pulsing around his cock as Calamity kept going, kept fucking me, kept using me through my orgasm. I could feel him hiss as he slammed even harder into me, sharp and short thrusts that brushed against my cervix every time. The slow measured thrusts from before were a thing of the past. This wasn’t sex, or pleasure, or even need anymore. My beloved Calamity, the stallion who broke me, was raping me and wasn’t going to stop until I was well and truly bred.
My spine arched as he rammed into me with shallow, rapid thrusts. I could barely catch my breath, moans coming so fast and hard that the orgasm melting my brain wasn’t the only thing making me see stars, but he must’ve taken the incoherent shrieks for a plea to continue.
“Yer mine, Lil’ Pip. All o’ ya are mine. An’ Ah’m gonna make sure everypony knows it.” he growled, pistoning himself in and out, harder and harder until I thought I’d split apart. My front hooves scrabbled at the floor uselessly. It was too much, it felt too good all at once without a break, I couldn’t take any more! I felt the burning of another orgasm coil tighter and tighter in my abdomen, and before the last one had even ended I was tipping over the edge once more.
Calamity wasn’t done, but even he must’ve been reaching his limit. His foreleg wrapped around my throat so tight I couldn’t breathe, his wings and hooves pulling me back so he could slam into me harder, faster than I could process. My own legs had given out at some point, dangling beneath him as he rutted me into the floor like a feral animal.
With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt, his flare pressing up against the entrance to my womb. I felt the light brush of his balls pulling against his crotch seconds before his cock throbbed hard. I could feel it pushing its way up his cock, spreading me just that little bit more. My hoof darted down to my poor abused clit, rubbing it between the hooftip and his balls as fast as I could. A warmth unlike anything I’d ever felt began spreading inside me, and it just. Didn’t. Stop. Pulse after pulse filled me, thick ropes of cum that filled me deeper than I thought I even had.
I could feel it in me, filling my womb, my core. Taking, claiming me. Breeding me. It was… Beyond description, beyond orgasm. I had left such things behind. It was satisfaction.
Not a trickle leaked out past his twitching stallionhood as he held me down, forcing me to take every drop. To take his foals. A gentle swell of pleasure rose that threatened to steal away my consciousness all together.
His. He was claiming me, and I was his. I weakly ground back against his hips, and he gave me a sharp thrust in response as the last of his seed flooded my womb. We lay there, panting for a moment, his head resting on top of mine before he decided to move.
I don’t know how long I was out, the feeling of his medial ring brushing my clit the last thing I remember. When I came to Calamity had pulled out, leaving me feeling so very alone and empty inside. I wanted, needed his cock back in me again. I needed to be filled again by my owner’s cock, to serve my purpose again, to be complete again. He had left me his cum, the thick cream warming my belly from inside my womb, giving me a fraction of the satisfaction I had felt moments ago. I did the best I could to inscribe that feeling upon my very soul, knowing I would remember it fondly for the rest of my life.
I let out a quiet groan as I felt our mixed juices flow down my slit and onto the ground beneath me. My hind legs twitched as I lay there, feeling our cum soak into my fur. “Arbglbsda” I grumbled, when I could finally catch my breath. I gasped as I felt something against my poor abused nethers, dabbing away the puddles collecting in my fur. When it was done I felt lips against my rear, my pussy, my cutie marks, and up my back to the back of my head.
An ache flitted through my blissed out consciousness, reminding me of the pistol whipping I had been delivered for my rebellion. His lips pressed to my ear, soothing the ache there, and whispered softly into it. “Skyneedle.”
Damnit. I wasn’t done basking yet. “Basilisk.” I groaned as reality reasserted itself, holding up a trembling forehoof. He took it in his own, then laid down in front of me and lifted a potion bottle to my lips. His expression was clearly worried, even through the blissful haze of the first release he’d gotten in weeks. I ignited my horn for the first time since he first pressed Little Macintosh against the back of my head, taking the bottle and sipping at its contents. A thought occurred, and my afterglow riddled brain couldn’t help but ask it even as I felt the pain from my various punishments fading away.
“They make grape flavored healing potions?”
The sweaty, frazzled, handsome stallion stared at me like I’d just grown a second head. And then he was on his side, clutching at his stomach, laughing his flank off and kicking at the air. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, though I had to admit. I really did love the sound of that laugh.
“Nah Pip, but th’ fine folk who sell Ditzy her stock sure do.” He wheezed out after nearly two minutes of straight laughter, clopping a hoof against his chest to get his breath back. He laid there grinning up at me. So naturally I scooted forward and pulled his head into my lap.
Right onto the patch of cum he had missed. He yelped and tried to escape, flailing his wings at the ground, but my magic wrapped around him and held him just off the ground to keep him from getting any traction. Finally he pouted up at me, though it swiftly returned to that easy smile he always wore. Stupid sexy stallion.
“Alright. Next question… When I go pick up Little Macintosh, how many bullets am I going to find in it?” He froze, staring nervously up at me for a moment. My horn shimmered, wrapping the gun in question in a field of telekinesis and pulled it over. It felt heavy, like it was fully loaded. The cylinder was a bit sticky when I tried flicking it out, I’d need to clean it before we left. Inside was one fired shell casing, its primer popped, and five hefty rubber inserts fitted into the remaining holes. A brown hoof entered my vision, holding up a sixth.
“Made ‘em just fer this. Ah know ya weren’t expectin’ it, an’ Ah’m sorry, but ya wanted me t’ surprise ya. Ah wanted t’ do somethang special fer yer first time, an’ Ah remembered th’ stories ‘bout what ya overheard in them pens at Ol’ Appleloosa. Ah remember how hot ‘n bothered it made ya, and… Well, Ah guess Ah didn’t think it all th’ way through. Ah’m sorry Pip.” His ears folded back, looking up at me like a guilty puppy.
I swear, that damn puppy stare is going to be the death of me one of these days.
“Apology accepted. And you should have warned me, that was dangerous and stupid. But… Thank you. I’m sorry for kicking your wing that hard.” My voice softened, though it was scratchy from all the yelling and throat fucking. “I… Really enjoyed it. I, uh, wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime. With you.” Damnit Littlepip. He fucks you into unconsciousness in a sinful display of debauchery and mayhem that would make your mother catch fire, and the moment he’s done you turn into a stuttering mess. For shame, for shame.
It was worth it though, to see his eyes light up like that. His grin was infectious, and I couldn’t keep one of my own off my recently healed lip.
“Thank ya Pip! Ah’ll do better from ‘ere on, fer ya. Ah really am sorry though, Ah didn’t mean none of that stuff Ah said. Ah didn’t plan on insulin’ yer sexuality or none of that, it just kinda… Came out.” A hoof rested on his lips to silence him, and I was surprised to find it was mine.
“You’re my exception, Calamity. Only you. I’m one hundred percent gay, but you’re special. I was a little upset you didn’t tell me, and that you wasted one of my bullets, but it was worth it. I trust you Calamity. I know you’ll always catch me.” We’d been through this before, ever since I had picked up his hints. Ever since he had found me freaking out over the whole affair, and had stuck by me as I sorted out my sexuality for the seventh or eighth time. That was the first time we’d kissed, in an old outhouse behind some abandoned farm’s shed. The Wasteland is full of wild stories like that.
“Ah know… Thank ya, Pip. Was it all ya hoped fer? Ah ain’t had that good a rut in… Ever, really.” He sat up, stretching out his legs as my thoughts turned inwards.
It was terrifying, absolutely. Even knowing ahead of time what was really going on it was so real, so visceral. It actually hurt, and the fear of Little Macintosh was real. I really had thought it was loaded, and even trusting Calamity a loaded gun pointed at your head wasn’t something you can just shrug off. That fear though, that feeling of how real it wasn’t, of being tormented and beaten and driven past the breaking point.
Normally I would be disgusted if I found somepony being treated like that. But this wasn’t normal, it was Calamity, I trusted him with my life. It was something I had fantasized about since the night I stepped out of the Stable. I had wanted it, and now that I’d had it?
“Yeah, yeah it was. And so much more.”
His response was a brilliant smile, and his muzzle at my rump to try and help me up. I stood up on wobbly legs, and had a thought. I leaned back and sat down suddenly, trapping his muzzle between the floor and my still leaking pussy. He flailed his hooves for a moment before suddenly grabbing my flanks, massaging my rump as his tongue started teasing at my overstimulated clit. I’d be walking funny for the next few days, but it was so worth it.
“Next time, give me some warning okay? Besides telling me in the morning and springing a trap on me?” I took his muffled words and spine tinglingly lovely tongue bath as a ‘Yes Littlepip I’ll do exactly that.’ It was hard to let him up, and not just because he really was amazing with his tongue.
His wings wrapped around my back, pulling me in against his chest. The old bed we had thrown our bedrolls across came up to greet us, and the blanket we shared fell loosely around us. I didn’t care, I hadn’t needed a blanket for a long time now. I was safe in his wings, and they were warmer and softer than any blanket ever made. I nuzzled into his neck, trying to find my favorite spot, and froze as darkness washed over my vision. Something had dropped onto my head.
My ears twitched, wiggled, and popped through the holes cut for them in the wide brim. Looking up, peeking out from under the brim of the old black desperado hat, I stared into the loving eyes of Calamity. My best friend, my first lover, My Calamity. He spoke, and I felt my heart melt as his chest rumbled with the voice I adored.
The little pony in the back of my head swooned, and I let my eyes slip shut as sleep crept up on me. The warmth of his wings, the beat of his heart, the heat in my belly, all of it made what came next so easy. The tender hoof he rested against my stomach, just over that seed of hopeful heat, sealed the deal. It was such a simple phrase, one we had never really shared. I couldn’t think of a better time than now, and my reply was just as sincere.
“Ah love ya, Littlepip.”
“I love you too, Calamity.”
