怪談とポニー Ep2 - Factory Reset

Caressing the shore, small turquoise waves came one by one, rolling over the tiny stones on the white with pinkish tint sand and quickly fading with the flakes of almost transparent foam. Afternoon sun flooded the forested hills, the beach, the endless water mirror everywhere an eye could see with its warm light. There was a tiny shining diamond, emerald or aquamarine at the tip of each ray hitting the smallest ripple; calm Horseshoe bay surface sparkled with myriads of them. The light breeze crossed the narrow stripe of the beach, ruffling its green mane of rich vegetation where the ground went uphill and bringing the salty freshness tinted with iodine. Without that wind the shore would most likely turn into a frying pan at midday hour; however, with the tender breath of sea and shade from a few palm trees towering over the first line of bushes and a providently taken beach umbrella, that beach turned into probably the best place in the world Misty knew. Why probably? Simply the best! Maybe except for some small tropical islands…

Just like the mentioned islands, this small cove was a completely secluded place; to reach it safely one had to know well the narrow overgrown path across the stony hills on the shore. It turned into Misty’s corner of paradise since the times she came there as a foal with the parents during the rare days when Lagoon family stayed home – their actual home not some expedition abode. A tiny dent on the long Horseshoe bay shoreline, protected from both sides by the high cliffs protruding far into the water, it had enough space for a few close to entirely enjoy the blessing of the ocean when the latter was in a peaceful mood.

Hiding her face in the shade of the large striped umbrella, hands behind her head and her eyes closed, Misty Lagoon reclined on the wide beach mat the friends brought with them. Lulled by the tenderly whispering tide, the girl lazily fought the wish to fall asleep, letting the salty breeze lovingly touch her hot naked body.

“Mmmm… So wonderful that we could still get to the beach! Windy was grumbling that if she knew that, she would have squeezed the ball in her bag anyway, but she is happy!” pulling Misty out of her dreams, Lacy giggled. “We all are! Thank you, Misty! This place is awesome!” she rubbed her cheek on Misty’s inner thigh tenderly.

Unlike her unicorn friend, Lacy preferred to stay entirely in the sun, motivating that by: “I became too pale with all the studies!” Thus the girl rested her nape on Misty’s venus hill, hugging her friend’s hips and exposing every possible inch of herself to the sunlight.

“I’m glad,” smiled Misty with her eyes closed. “It was my own secret place since early foalhood. And I don’t mind it becoming ours!”

“So, we managed to combine work and pleasure this weekend,” the unicorn girl sweetly stretched with a light moan, enjoying the touch of Lacy’s silky skin on her legs. Now the term “work” didn’t sound to her somewhat strange, unfitting and Misty didn’t even feel surprised by that. “I like the outcome… Even if I have a feeling that we barely scratched the top of an iceberg. A very mysterious iceberg…” uttered she, raising slightly on her elbow and watching, how Flaunty and Windy played further on the shoreline, laughing and splashing in the waves. Covering their spread wings and manes in small drips, the water shone on girls’ fit tanned bodies with thousands of gems; gathering into larger ones, they occasionally ran down the curves in thin trails. Misty caught herself upon a strong wish to run her lips and tongue up those streams gathering them.

“What’s bothering you, dear?” throwing back her head, Lacy looked up into Misty’s eyes attentively; soft braids tickled Misty’s thighs. “We solved the case, right?”

“Know what, we found the reason for the incidents on the product line. That’s given!” the sensation was borderline arousing; with a light flush, Misty tried to distract herself. “Nopony will get hurt anymore… not because of the sabotage at least. The underground tunnel is sealed again and with all the information at hand, Thorntwist can deal with, or better say, prevent further attempts of a similar kind. The factory is safe and can work as intended, it seems… Especially considering the insider revealed himself and fled!”

“But?..” Lacy outstretched her arm up, reaching to her friend.

“His own words aren’t letting me go: by that act, whoever was attacking the factory, would rather end it than made Thorntwist sell it at a… bargain price,” Misty’s palm met Lacy’s, entangling the thin fingers; the unicorn girl let out a tender and musing smile. “I’m afraid there is more to that than a simple raider seizure, Lacy.”

“I had a chance to talk to mister Thorntwist… before things spun fast,” elaborated Misty, squeezing Lacy’s hand lightly and playfully running the toes along her hip and side, making the earth filly tickle and wiggle with laughter. “If he finds out anything in addition to what we already know about the malefactors… and it isn’t confidential for the factory business, he will let us know.”

“But I realize that he already has too much on his plate at the moment,” Misty shook her head pensively, touching Lacy’s wrist tenderly and smiling at the feeling of a small kiss planted on her inner thigh; Lacy’s cheek snuggled tighter to her. “Ah, Lacy! I’m being serious!..” the girl threw her head back in pleasure, letting the gust of wind play in her mane.

“He may forget about that,” she caught her breath, “and we’ll find out nothing.”

‘I’m already flushing! Is it the sun or…’ Misty moved a bit following the slowly crawling umbrella shadow.

“Don’t you say, you want to investigate deeper!” murmured Lacy, slowly caressing Misty’s leg with her free hand.

“Even if… I don’t what we could start with,” seriously admitted Misty, trying to concentrate and failing to look away from Lacy’s sunlit round firm breasts. Glancing at still horsing around Flaunty and Windy, she tried to explain. “I can’t believe that the passage we discovered was a simple digging under. Do you remember the sounds we heard, Lacy?” both girls unwittingly shuddered despite the hot sunlight. “It seemed there was way more space than we might think. And, what was more important, those saboteurs knew way too much about that underground: more than we found out and, surprisingly, more than Thorntwist knew.”

“As for me, there are too many questions unanswered!” light-magenta and green eyes met when Lacy turned over, looking fixedly at her perplexed friend. Misty began listing. “How many of the tunnels are there? Why? Where do they lead? How came, the trespassers knew about them and why Thorntwist didn’t take the underground system into account? Besides, not everything is clear about the spirit residing in the old building,” Misty shrugged. “It was too powerful for a simple ghost… yet as far as we know, there wasn’t any powerful curse or something alike connected to the facility.”

Lacy huffed indeterminately, but her fingers stopped on Misty’s leg.

“I think we could have more involvement when it came to the results,” Misty sighed. “But admitting how we got into the business, we should be thankful we were not refused at all. You see, I can probably continue for a long while,” smirked the filly. “For example, what if the factory itself wasn’t the primary goal?”

“You mean that everything was about the place, not the facility… Well, miss Lagoon,” Lacy rested the chin on her locked palms, leaning over Misty’s stomach. “I can’t imagine, how you plan to find the answers. I certainly don’t have any.”

“…and the main question,” added Misty, stroking Lacy’s shoulder pensively. “Whose were those thugs sabotaging the factory and attacking us? They appeared to be way better organized than some band. They had more ponies involved than we saw, kept their hand at the pulse and intervened as soon as it became known their avant-garde failed. How? By simply taking their captured members under police guise: they had the uniform, equipment, everything to look believable…”

Misty took a breath shortly and Lacy was to admit the reasoning, nodding slowly.

“…and if Nordy didn’t attract our attention to the wrong timing, we would keep thinking the bandits were given out to the officials till today. Same with those the… Spirit of the factory took away – they weren’t found, but… something tells me the spirit didn’t hurt them much. I bet they escaped as well somehow, even if scared shitless. Their bitchy unicorn leader easily escaped and if you ask me, I say she looked more like a trained professional. If we sum everything up, we’ll rather get an image of something more severe than a bunch of goons hired to threaten the owner.”

“To top that over… what was that leathery crap the bandits placed all over the production line?” remembered Misty suddenly. “I told mister Thorntwist about those things as soon as we could talk… and his guys found a lot of them hidden on the conveyor. Know what,” the girl squinted meaningfully, “they dropped one of them and the thing broke releasing some sort of black mist. It dissolved quickly, but…” she shook her head slowly, “throughout the entire course of magic in school, I never came across anything alike. What was the purpose of those? Were they supposed to react somehow? With what then?”

“You’re right, some things feel strange! But… you can’t do anything about that, dear… Let the officials and Thorntwist deal with the dangerous stuff!” The earth filly kept enjoying her view as if choosing something. “Where is your optimism, mate? We still may get our answers sooner or later.”

Misty chuckled faintly, brushing her fingers through Lacy’s soft mane.

“But we only have a few hours more to spend here today, before returning to Canterlot!” Lacy’s eyes sparkled slyly; she playfully nuzzled Misty’s stomach, causing her to let out a squeak of surprise. “Mmmm… Let’s not waste the quality time…”

“Tsk-tsk-tsk! What are we doing here?” the two winged shadows fell on the cuddling girls. Misty squinted, covering her eyes from the sun, while Lacy kept nuzzling her; sporting two wide smiles, Mane sisters returned. Having played enough, they now stood drying up their spread wings in the sun and stretching. Feasting her eyes on their long tanned legs powdered with the white sand, Misty involuntarily swallowed. That view or Lacy’s efforts already caused the hot tickle wave raising in her.

“Simply discussing the mysteries left unsolved after we, well, cracked the case,” trying to maintain the most innocent face, Misty bit her lip not to squeak as Lacy’s tongue kept travelling ever so slowly from her navel upwards. “I… I c-can’t tell for sure it can… be called that way.”

“Mmm… Something along these lines…” almost purred Lacy; she nested her cheek on Misty’s stomach and glanced up at the sisters.

“Oh, I see…” drawled Flaunty Mane, examining the girls with extremely mischievous mien.

“Hmm… You want to uncoil it further, Misty. For that we would need some permission at least,” Windy Mane swayed her hips; the girl started dusting sand off her legs. “I wonder if anypony would ever give us that… If you ask me, I think that Thorntwist regretted involving us… after it turned out to include gunfire and stuff,” elaborated the red-head pegasus throwing a meaningful glance at Misty. “To dig further in this case… Well, I’d say it would be one hay of the adventure, but… others, and I’m not talking about the ladies present, surely think otherwise. Well, except maybe a few.”

“Frankly speaking,” the girl’s voice became serious at once. “We barely managed to escape that tight moment.”

“She is right,” noticed Flaunty pensively. “Without Fran’s help… who knows how it would have turned…”

“That doesn’t mean we’re ready to retreat though!” With a smile Windy wrapped her arm around her sister’s waist, pulling Flaunty closer. “We simply need to be prepared better for the more troublesome situations. Right, Flo?”

“Yeah, preparation is the key,” Flaunty hugged Windy in response. “And more information about… the parties involved. I would so like to know, who stands behind those henchponies…”

“That’s exactly what Misty said a couple of minutes ago,” leaning on her elbow, Lacy threw back one of her braids. “According to her, the whole thing was too sophisticated for a simple raider seizure.” Her finger pensively drew a complex pattern on Misty’s stomach, progressively making the unicorn girl breathe harder. “Speaking of Fran, it’s truly awesome she could help. Knowing we can rely on that occasionally makes things a bit easier! Where is she now by the way?”

“She…” Misty took a breath trying to distract from Lacy’s hand. “She must be resting. I think she spent quite a lot of energy, so…”

“Oh! What a pity! I would like her to share this with us as well as the hard things!” drawled Windy; Misty nodded in agreement. “Anyway…” the red-head tomboy suddenly perked, “you two had too much of this mat for yourself only. Incoming!!!”

Before Misty and Lacy could utter a word, both pegasus girls flopped down at the large blanket, spraying them with a shower of small water drops from the wings; as for Misty personally, she got breathless for a second from that contrast. Flaunty’s lips intercepted the raising squeak, sealing it within their with Misty long kiss. After a moment, the wet touch stopped being scalding as Misty buried her fingers into Flaunty’s sumptuous mane, nuzzling the girl and pulling her even closer. Letting out a smile, with a gesture of a professional illusionist, Flaunty took a barrette out of somewhere; lovingly fixing it into Misty’s mane instead of the broken one, the pegasus filly sweetly conquered her lips again.

“Ahhh… There’s one thing I can’t fit in my head still…” Windy’s voice reached from below when she and Lacy stopped kissing; partying for a moment, the girls kept cuddling each other and Misty’s leg caught between. “Who was that visitor, arriving at the factory almost following the fleeing thugs? That wasn’t an official if you ask me! They spoke of them as about a single somepony…”

“Mmmm… yeah…” apparently, Flaunty was eager to avoid any distraction; the girl’s hand covered Misty’s breast and squeezed it lightly, their lips pairing again. Windy and Lacy exchanged understanding glances.

“Why something tells me that it was somepony we already knew very well…” muttered Windy; both girls snuggled to Misty’s thigh, almost touching with their noses. “Anyway! I don’t want to talk business anymore, not here and now at least!”

“Thankfully, we packed everything beforehand!” whispered Lacy with a smile, pulling Windy closer. “We have all the time till the bus departure… Unless this time somepony wants to book train seats instead…”

to be continued