Channel Surfing

Channel Surfing

Chapter 4: Tomb Raiding with the Rune Soldier Part 2

After a couple of days of studying Sweetie Pie had been given her armor back. She was certainly glad to have it, although she had enjoyed being able to walk around in civilian clothes. One of the things she learned about Andrew was that while he wasn’t a Zony, or any other equine like being, he wasn’t all that different from her. She also found out that he could play a violin. It had been something of an accident, but he came across someone playing. She thought of it, how he walked toward the older stallion that was playing for a few foals, and he asked if he might borrow the violin for a moment.

The moment he took it she watched and listened as he tried it out a few times, and then slowly he began to play a melody that she’d never heard before. The haunting melody seemed to enthrall all that listened to it, and she couldn’t get over the beautiful sound that escaped the violin. The music drifted throughout the courtyard, and soon dozens of ponies began to fill the courtyard, one pony had a set of primitive drums, and she listened as the mare began to match the beat of the song on the drums. Another stallion had a lute, an old instrument to be sure, and he began to match the melody that Andrew was playing.

A simple flute began to sound off, it’s sweet sound mixing with the melody. It sounded as if it belonged to this place, as if it were in truth part of these isles. Listening to it she watched as Andrew played, and she could see the sadness on his face. This music was from the heart, it poured out all of the pain he kept inside of him, and she could hear that pain transcending into something beautiful. It was taking all of the hurt and shaping it into something that sounded so moving.

Part of her wanted to hug him, to pull him close, and simply never let him go. The song seemed to linger in the air, and those not playing moved toward doing something she didn’t expect. They began to dance. The dance wasn’t what she had expected. It wasn’t a waltz, like she had seen at Tenpony Tower before, but instead it was a group of them dancing together. She watched as they danced together, and slowly the desire to dance filled her. Watching them she began to match their movements. The music lasted for several minutes, and it was more than just a few moments of enjoyment. It was almost as if the isles had found an expression of itself.

Andrew finished the song, gently handed the violin back, and the older stallion nodded to him. Sweetie Pie could see that there had been an understanding between the two of them. Andrew looked at Sweetie Pie, and he gave her a smile. It’d been a while since he played, and he chalked it up to the magic of this place that allowed him to play so well. The last time he’d played, at all, had been when he was a guest of the state. The prison library also served as the repository for the instruments. He’d managed to check out the beginners violin there, and he’d played for about an hour.

It hadn’t been a musical score from a major movie like this was, but instead he’d played some church hymns. The priest that held services for the inmates asked that he play for the services, and he’d played a few, or did until one of the strings for the violin broke. At that point there wasn’t much point. On top of that the prison didn’t prioritize replacing, or repairing, instruments for the inmates. So he went back to no playing, to keeping the knowledge of how to play in his mind, and just existing.

His entire existence there was work, more work, even more work, and then rest for the day it would be resting up for the upcoming day. Looking at Sweetie Pie he could see something he had been denying himself for so long. There were a couple of girls at the chicken plant who had been friendly, talked pretty often with him, and they seemed to be interested. The problem was that he wasn’t ready to go down that road. The easy thing to do was blame Tina. She’d wrote him off when it was obvious that he wouldn’t be able to give her the life she wanted.

The problem was that it wasn’t all on her. He could have tried to get past what she did, and he could have tried to deal with the feeling of betrayal she had left him with. He could have realized that not every woman would do what she did, and if was going to be honest with himself she’d shown signs of being a shallow person early on. He had believed that over time she would become more mature. She never did, and he ignored most of the signs. That was on him.

What he’d seen of Sweetie Pie had been different. She seemed loyal, he knew that she was someone that believed in hard work, and the only thing that seemed to be flaw was that she didn’t like when her religious views were challenged. Then again he really didn’t know anyone that really liked to have what they believed in challenged. His uncle was a clear example. His Mom’s brother was a Holiness Pentecostal Preacher that refused to see things outside of the scope of his religious views.

But Sweetie didn’t seem to be that bad. She at least was willing to work toward seeing things differently. It did make me wonder how the change in her perspective would end up changing things for her. He wasn’t exactly sure how he’d be able to process things if he found out that the creator was a sexual being. He understood that the very idea had to fly in the face of everything that Sweetie Pie believed in.

He walked toward her, and held out his hand to her. He’d already been a Zony which meant that he’d been equine. Plus from what he’d learned the Prince, or perhaps it was Prince Consort, was currently married to a living goddess. He was a human, like himself, and he was mating with an anthropomorphic pony. Sweetie Pie herself was beautiful, and he felt that all of his hang ups, all of his pain, was well past the time to be put behind him. He felt her hand as she grasped his own.

The two of them walked together, and he wondered exactly where this was going to lead. He wasn’t worried about what might happen. After all, even though each world they have visited seemed to be its own kind of insane he had to admit that every one of them were in some ways better than his own world. Even the first world, the one that she came from, was better than his life back home. Sure, it seemed dangerous, and he would be an idiot to believe otherwise, but he could see that there was more there than just existing. There seemed to be a chance to rise above the world, to do more than just get by.

That in and of itself was something that interested him. The last few years had been nothing more than really just surviving. Even though everything he was doing here was insane, and it was truly insane, it was more than surviving. He was living. He looked at Sweetie’s face, and he saw something in her eyes. There was a look he’d seen a few times before, but it wasn’t just pure lust. She moved forward, and he found that while her mouth was a little bigger than his own her lips were incredibly soft.

He felt her lips part, and the soft, but strong, tongue that she held in her maw pushed into his own mouth. It wasn’t a lazy slapping of tongues, and it wasn’t some show of power either. Instead he felt her tongue moving skillfully over his own, touching little places that he didn’t even know about, and then he felt it as she licked the roof of his mouth for a second. Everything that she did blew every kiss he’d ever had before out of the water. She pressed against him, and he could feel the swell of her breasts.

They were soft, spongy, and all too wonderful. She pulled back from the kiss, and he could see the question in her eyes. He wasn’t a stranger to the idea of hooking up, but even with the casual hookup there tended to be some talk, a small pageantry, a little game if he was honest. Sweetie Pie apparently didn’t care for the game, because she kissed his neck. She then looked up at him. Her eyes spoke what she felt, and what she felt was interest, longing, and need. She needed him.

“Let’s go find somewhere quiet,” she said, “If you’re interested.”

He nodded, and followed her out of the courtyard and into the castle itself. They walked through the various rooms until they came to what seemed to be a library. There were several books on the shelves, and it smelled of old leather, aged ink, and paper. The two of them kissed again, and soon her top and skirt found themselves off of her. His clothes joined hers, and the too of them found themselves on the floor of the library. The two of them followed their hearts, their instincts, and soon Sweetie Pie found herself on top of him.

She rubbed herself against his shaft. She had to admit that it was decently sized, and she grinned as she felt him stiffening. She was glad that neither of them were virgins. It was obvious by his actions that he’d done this before, and she had done the same. Although her experience was mostly with mares. After all, when one needed release one had to make due with what was present. Of course that said there were a few scribes and knights that she would never do anything with again.

One of which was Knight Strawberry Lemonade. Strawberry might seem like a bubbly, sweet, and cute mare, but she was a nightmare when it came to a strap-on. Sweetie Pie had just wanted a quick rut, but Strawberry had rutted her for hours, using up their entire day off, and when it was said and done Sweetie had been so sore that she could barely crawl let alone trot the next day. Somehow, she didn’t think that she would mind if the same thing happened between her and Andrew.

She let out a small moan as she lifted her hips, found his shaft, and lowered herself onto him. The difference between a strap-on and the real thing always amazed her. Of the two she liked the feeling of a real cock. She began to slowly bounce on top of him, his hands moved up her sides, finding her large and bountiful breasts, and she felt him touch, cup, and play with them. Herself she enjoyed the feeling of having something inside of her that wasn’t made of rubber.

“Oh by Luna’s tight snatch rut me,” she purred, “Rut me so hard.”

Andrew listened to her, and he loved the sound of her voice as they became intimate. This was passionate, and she was going all out on him. He returned in like kind. Each time she began to come down onto his shaft he would thrust his hips up. The result was her soft moans growing into louder moans of passion. She was passionate in a way he couldn’t explain. She didn’t seem hold back, and instead she actually seemed to live each moment to its fullest.

She was everything he wanted to be. He wanted to be the kind of man that would live every second he had to the fullest, to face the world with a sense of awe, and to be willing to live for more than just surviving. Their first round lasted a few minutes, the second lasted well over an hour, and by the third she was on her hands and knees, he was behind her, his hand on her tail, lifting it up, and the other was on her cutie marked rump. He was pulling her into each thrust, feeling the heat from her inferno, and he was lost in the moment. She was everything he wanted, and he understood that he had no reason to ever really go back home.

If he did he wanted to make sure that she could come with him, but at this point there was no reason. All he had waiting was an old house full of VHS tapes, a job that he hated, and a life that was destined to be lived alone and friendless. It wasn’t something he wanted, and he realized that any of the worlds they had been to would be fine with him. Where she was would be home. When the both of them orgasmed he lifted her and laid back. She lay on top of him, and he felt her move until she was facing him. She moved beside him, curling up on his side, and she kissed his neck.

She snuggled against him, one leg moved across his own, and then felt her hand as she stretched it across his chest.

“Mmmm,” she purred, “You know that we’re together now.”

He smiled, “I’m fine with that,” he said, “I don’t think that I want to go back to where I came from, but if you want to go back to the rangers, I’ll do everything I can to get you there.”

She nodded, “I should get back,” she said, “I know that they need my help in defending the ponies of the wastes.”

He smiled, “And they’ll have my help as well.”

She grinned, “I’m going to kind of miss this look,” she said before she kissed him, “After all, you’re cute as Tartarus.”

He grinned, “Well, I think that we might be able to visit this place again. Maybe we can find a way of connecting the two worlds together.”

She grinned and settled next to him, “That sounds good.”

He felt his eyes getting heavy, and soon sleep took the both of them. He wasn’t sure what was happening, but later he heard giggling, and he looked up to see the pink mare from earlier. She was standing there, with their clothes, and shook her head.

“Wowie, I was thinking that she’d move fast, but I didn’t expect it to be in the library!”

He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to feel embarrassed or not, so he settled on just being there. A moment later he felt Sweetie Pie awaken. She looked at the mare before her and hugged him tighter.

“Nopearooni, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m a happily married mare,” she said, “Although you might want to get dressed. There’s some business that needs to be attended to.”

They nodded, got up, got dressed, and followed her toward the throne room. There Sweetie saw her armor. She walked toward it, opened it, and stepped inside. Once she was inside she checked the systems to see that it hadn’t been messed with too much. Her skirt was a little bunched up, so she would need to remove it before doing much inside of her armor. She looked toward everypony and nodded.

“Thank you for allowing us to examine your armor,” Twilight said, “We have found various improvements that could be made toward our own armor. However, what we have found is that according to your armor you are an accomplished warrior.”

She nodded, “For the most part, I’ve been trained, and I would like to believe that we’ve done some good.”

Twilight nodded, “We are in need of your services, if you wish to aid us,” she said, “We are in the middle of ridding these isles of a great evil. Part of that evil is a certain type of demonic wolf that has the ability to get through normal armor. If you choose to join us, we could use your help in destroying them, and of course of ridding the isles of a lich.”

She nodded, “My oath as a Knight is to protect the innocent from powers that would destroy them. I will do the same here.”

Andrew looked at them, “I’m a decent shot, and I’ll help however I can.”

They nodded, “Good, then tomorrow night we hunt.”