Spy Work in Ponyville

Chapters

Secret Agent Mare!
Caught Red Hoofed
A Feeling of Deja Vu
Bonus Chapter i
Bonus Chapter ii
Bonus Chapter iii

Secret Agent Mare!

I was at the local pub, sitting at the bar next to a stallion from the guard assigned to the Castle of Friendship. Meeting a guard here once every other day has been the routine for the last six weeks. And each time I came here, I found myself losing more and more patience.

“What do you mean nothing’s happened?!” I shouted, garnering some attention before most go back to their drinks and conversations.

“Miss Rainbow Dash, you don’t need to shout, please calm down,” the guard stallion implored, shielding his mug of cider from me like I was about to spill it.

It’s been six weeks since that monster arrived in Ponyville and in six weeks nothing has happened? No I refuse to believe that nothing has happened with a hairless, meat eating monster from the Everfree forest in the castle. A wild animal in Ponyville is acting reasonable, please, that damned forest never spits out anything worth having around, plant or animal wise.

My eyes shut as I massaged my temples. Thinking back to that fateful day six weeks ago, I recalled as many details I could remember from the discussion.

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My friends, the Princesses, a pegasus mare named Feather Pen, and I sat around a table in the Castle of Friendship. The purpose for the gathering was to discuss what was to be done with the newly discovered creature. Earlier that day, a presumed demon was spotted wandering towards Ponyville carrying something. It was quickly discovered that it was carrying a pony hostage. That pony was Feather Pen. A notice to remain indoors was issued promptly and the town effectively became a ghost town in the span of a few minutes. The demon had wandered through town and eventually into the Castle of Friendship. With the help of the Princesses, Feather Pen was rescued from the demon and the thing was subsequently struck with the Elements of Harmony, banished before it could have the chance to attack us.

However, it ‘appeared’ that we were mistaken, that the creature was not in fact a dangerous demon, but an undiscovered species from the Everfree forest, and the creature was return Feather Pen after rescuing her from a mud pit she was trapped in. Feather Pen explained to us in great detail what the creature was like and how it had saved her, eventually convincing the Princesses to summon the creature from where it had been banished to. Now, in a windowless room somewhere in the castle the creature was being guarded as it rested. It was great that Feather Pen was safe and that the creature didn’t meet its end wherever it happened to be sent to, but now we had to discuss what exactly would happen to said creature.

“You want to keep that thing in Ponyville? And in the castle?!” I practically shouted in response to Feather Pen’s proposal.

“You heard me right,” the pegasus mare replied, her tone and expression showing she was serious. Sitting across the table from me sat Feather Pen, a snow-white furred mare. She had a long apple-red mane that was kept in a ponytail, bold amber eyes and a hoof full of freckles that were sprinkled on her cheeks. Apparently she wore glasses too, but those had gotten lost in the forest before falling into a mud pit. Feather Pen was one of Ponyville’s newest residents, having recently finished her schooling at some well to do school I didn’t care about and was living here as a researcher at a local scientific institute Twilight helped to establish in town.

“While I hadn’t planned on even making contact with the creature, I think that the situation we’ve found ourselves in is a perfect chance to learn more about this new species!” Feather Pen explained in excitement.

“Yeah like that’s a good idea, you're saying we should keep an Everfree monster that looks like it came straight out of a Stepony Queen novel!” I exclaim, accidentally referencing the horror novel author.

“Wait, you’ve read Ms. Queen’s works?” Twilight says, suddenly changing the topic.

Uh-oh

“Uhh, no! I’ve just heard of-”

“Oh my gosh! You’re finally branching out reading more books!” Twilight gushed. I had to get this straightened out before everypony thinks I’m a-

“Oh! How wonderful, I'm glad to hear you’ve graduated from simple action thrillers,” Rarity added.

“Good job on trying new things Rainbow Dash.”

“Congrats on the achievement Dash.”

“Yay! Dashie is becoming literate!”

“Ms. Queen does have quite a way of striking fear into ponies with her writing, a venerable choice in authors young Rainbow Dash.”

As everypony began to compliment me, I could feel my face rapidly heating up, I needed to change the subject, pronto.

“Th-that’s not the point here! Right now we are considering keeping a meat-eating monster from the Everfree in town around other ponies, we’re basically giving it an all you can eat buffet option!”

“It is omnivorous, I have it well documented that while it does presumably eat meat, it often forages for nuts, berries, and other edible vegetation.”

“So? Yeah sure, it may be ok with some leaves but sooner or later it’s gonna want to eat meat and who knows what it might do to a pony,” I retort.

“Umm, actually, it really isn’t uncommon for many critters from the forest to eat meat, it can be really important for their health and helps them stay fed. It’s a little sad but it's just how it is,” the meek voice of Fluttershy spoke up.

“Sure but...” I say before trailing off, I hadn’t counted on Flutters to say anything for the monster. While it was unexpected, it wasn’t going to stop me that easily.

“But what if it attacks a pony for no reason, we don't do anything about it except for the fact it eats meat and nuts, what if it somehow gets angry and attacks us?”

“Listen, we aren’t so clueless about this monster, I had months of data on this creature that can be put to use in keeping everypony safe.”

“Yeah, we can use that data after you fish it out of that mud puddle.”

“Why you!-”

“Please settle down everypony,” the gentle but commanding voice of Princess Celestia spoke.

Feather Pen settled down in her seat and let out an exasperated sigh before shooting me a glare which I returned in kind. Satisfied that the emotions in the air had settled, Celestia spoke again.

“If there is anything else anypony would like to say, please speak, but if not I would like Princess Twilight to make the final decision,” Celestia declared, much to Twilight’s surprise.

Turning to Twilight, Feather Pen addressed the purple alicorn.

“Twilight, in addition to the months that I spent following this creature, my experiences with him today have taught me something about him that I couldn’t have learned otherwise. Though he may appear intimidating, he has a kindness that no wild animal possesses, this creature is different than the rest and I think it is our obligation to understand him better, please consider taking him in under observation,” Feather Pen said, finishing with a small bow.

“Thank you Miss Pen, if you all don’t mind, I have a few thoughts on this matter myself,” Twilight said before clearing her throat, all eyes on her.

“First, Feather Pen, Rainbow Dash makes a compelling point about the safety of the residence of Ponyville,” Twilight started, causing me to smile slyly. Glancing over to Feather Pen, her body was stiff and a light inhale could just barely be heard from her.

“And while you are the most knowledgeable of everypony here, a few months of observation of a single creature can’t possibly form a solid basis for a comprehensive understanding of the creature and its behavior.”

Feather Pen opened her mouth to speak, but closed it as she clenched her jaw at the accuracy of Twilight’s deduction, but Twilight wasn’t done speaking yet.

“There is a fair possibility, considering its size and inclination for hunting, that it could hurt a pony, and even though the creature saved you and even if it is kind in nature, we can’t confirm that it may not cause harm.”

That was the final nail in the coffin for Feather Pen, as her body slumped and her ears folded back. Smirking at the white mare, I reclined in my seat, waiting for Twilight to give her final verdict.

“A creature that forages for food, but also sets traps and hunts with tools...”

Huh

“It uses animal furs to cloth itself, and we can deduce that it uses tools to obtain those pelts,” Twilight said, her voice slowly increasing in excitement.

All of the sudden, it seemed like Twilight’s decision wouldn’t be as simple as I thought it would be.

“It also sleeps in constructed shelters, and can create its own fire. All this from a creature none of us have ever heard of! And it can speak Equish!? Ahh, so exciting! Who in their right mind would ever pass up the chance to experiment on an undiscovered creature from the Everfree!?” shouted the newest alicorn Princess as she stood in her chair, head thrown back with her hooves reaching toward the ceiling.

“Uhh, Twi?” I ask.

“Ex… Experiment…?” It seemed that Feather Pen was just as confused as I was.

Suddenly Twilight’s face looked like it just realized what she did as quickly righted herself in her seat, giving the table a sheepish laugh. Shock could be seen on everyponies face, except for Celestia and Luna who had either their wings or their hooves covering their muzzles. Strange…

“Sorry about that everypony, got a ‘lil excited there!”

“Um, Princess Twilight, did you say experiment earlier?” Feather Pen asked with a hint of worry in her face. Fluttershy had a similar expression.

“Oh, experiment? No~ no, no, no, I meant observe, no experimenting!” Twilight replied with her hooves pressed together as she gave a non-threatening but oddly foreboding smile. After her reply Twilight turned to face me.

“And Rainbow, while you do make a good point about how little we know about the creature, I do feel inclined to trust Feather Pen’s assessment of the creature’s character.”

I could feel my jaw go slack. Was Twilight really going to take this monster in?

“But you… Well! How do we know it isn’t just faking its kindness, if it's intelligent couldn’t it do that?” I said. The statement earned me a deadpan stare from Twilight. I had to say something more, think Dash, THINK!

“And who knows if Feather actually got saved, she could have said all that because the creature coerced her!”

Silence. It was an incredibly heavy silence as the table members just stared at me while the two Princesses fidgeted with their lips pursed. Twilight was the first to break the silence.

“I’m sorry Dash but if Feather Pen was lying Applejack would have caught it, and besides I’m pretty sure Feather would have told us if anything happened to her, right Feather Pen?”

Silence. Turning from Twilight to look at Feather, I could see the mare was sitting stiffly in her seat, her head pointed down, a huge blush on her face, along with a suspiciously scrunched snout. Turning her body to face the pegasus, Twilight spoke again.

“Feather, the creature didn’t do anything to you, right?”

“N-nope! Nothing happened, hehehe…” Feather nervously spouted.

Twilight cast a glance at Applejack, the cow mare shaking her head in response.

“Feather, were you hurt at all by the creature?”

“N-n-no! He didn’t hurt me at all!”

Nod

“Can you tell us what happened?”

The only answer Twilight received was silence. Taking a breath, Twilight asked a new question.

“Are you in danger if you tell us?”

“No, I wasn’t threatened or anything, I swear!”

Nod

“Feather Pen, did the creature…” Twilight stopped before taking another breath, “did the creature… do something to you?”

There was a lot of weight behind the word ‘do’ in that sentence, and everypony recognized it as we all, the Princesses included, waited in silence for Feather Pen’s answer.

“H-he...” Feather began before her voice petered out. Taking a nervous breath, Feather tried to speak again.

“He gave-” the rest of the words came out below a whisper.

“I’m sorry Feather Pen, but could you say that again a little louder?” Fluttershy requested, her cheeks lightly flushed.

“H-he… he-” my patience was starting to run low by this point.

“Come on, say it already! I know you’re hiding something about that creature- Ouch!” I exclaimed before getting cut off from a hoof to the back of my head. Rubbing a rapidly forming bump, I looked behind me to see Applejack’s raised hoof smoking slightly.

Turning back to Feather Pen, I begrudgingly waited for her to muster the courage to expose the monster.

“H-he… He forcefully gave me a bath!”

Silence part 2

Everypony was quiet as they stared at the mare holding her head in embarrassment as they all tried to process what they were just told.

Twilight blinked, followed by everypony else. After blinking once more, Twilight realized she received an answer and turned to the Element of Honesty. Applejack, who was in a similar state to Twilight a moment ago, blinked for her fourth time before shaking her head and turning to Twilight, giving her a slow confused nod.

“HA! It appears our concern for young Feather Pen had been all for naught! From how thou presented thyself, we have interpreted that you had engaged in fornication!” Princess Luna said before bursting out into laughter, as her older sister appeared to be holding in laughter from behind her hoof while attempting to reel Luna back in.

Slightly lowering her hooves, Feather Pen glanced around the table before letting out a nervous laugh. Looking at the mare, my eyes narrowed at Feather.

Twilight turned to Celestia. Noticing this, the Princess turned to face her protege, still barely managing to stifle the laugh that threatened to come out.

“Is forcefully giving a pony a bath a good or bad thing?” Twilight asked, genuinely unsure of the answer.

“T-there are worse things, snort!”

Having received her answer, Twilight turned to face the rest of the table before speaking.

“W-well, if that's all that happened then I think it would be fine to keep the creature in Ponyville for the time being, of course under supervision!” Twilight quickly added.

“W-we can provide thou with a detachment of guards,” Luna managed to say in between giggles.

From that point on, the decision had been made, and all that was left was to work out the details of the monster’s stay in Ponyville.

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Throwing my head back, I quickly gulped down the cider in my mug before slamming it back down on the bar table. The now far off memory only served to irritate me by this point. Despite my disagreement on the decision, I felt confident that a wild animal from the Everfree would make it clear to everypony around that it has no place being in Ponyville, and there would even guards to prevent it from hurting anypony while it digs its own grave.

That’s how I felt six weeks ago. And now after checking in with the guards assigned to protect the castle staff from the monster these last six weeks, there has been quite literally nothing that could warrant the monster getting kicked out of Ponyville.

It made absolutely no sense, how could that behemoth not cause trouble? Next to nothing good came out of that Celestia-damned forest. I couldn’t for the life of me understand. All the while, the guard stallion next to me was babbling on about the creature he was supposed to be wary of.

“Miss Dash, I’m not quite sure what you’re so distressed about,” the stallion said after turning to me.

Anger

“But anyway, back to what I was saying, you should really come by and check out the creature! It’s got these cool claws, but like, they’re not claws. I mean they’re not sharp, they’re round at the end, oh but there are nails, like on a dog, but wider and not as sharp and they feel really...”

Anger2

I’d finally had enough of listening to the ignorant guard gush about the monster, and in a slightly drunk, angry fit, I snatched away the guard’s unguarded mug of cider before angrily gulping down its contents before shooting out the bar door, all in under 5 seconds. As I flew home, I angrily thought about the monster.

This bucking Everfree creature, it is definitely putting on an act, it has to be! And Feather Pen knows it, there was more to what happened that day she was in the Everfree and she won’t tell. It must think that it has already won just by tricking a few ponies, HA! Well little does it know, it bucked up when it crawled into my town. Get ready you furless freak, it’ll only be a matter of time before you’re out for good…

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Day 1

Daily Report:
Preliminary investigation has been conducted. Sources confirm the target has been provided with housing within the castle, residing on the third floor of the north-west of the castle. Additionally, the target is always accompanied by an armed guard, numbering at least four. Guard maintains surveillance over the entrance of the target's room, entering every hour for wellness checks.

Target has an unexpected amount of autonomy within the castle. Is currently able to move freely to unrestricted areas as long as armed escorts are in his presents. Alleged areas that target frequents include cafeteria, library, courtyard, and infirmary. The target navigates to the cafeteria multiple times a day to feed, and uses the courtyard to sleep on days with clear weather. Current intel on purpose of visiting library and infirmary currently unknown, further investigation required. When not in these locations, the target has been noted to ‘explore’ unrestricted castle areas.

Due to delays in procuring vacation days and surveillance tools, hooves on investigation will be postponed until reliable equipment and time off are acquired.

Looking over the report, I set the piece of parchment down before picking up another with a list of things I would need for this task. Additional scrolls, ink and feathers, binoculars, back up binoculars, and manticore mace among other things. Reaching over to another document, I double checked the dates listed.

A week of time off should be more than enough to get this investigation wrapped up, and I’ll use the extra days for publicity!

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Day 13
Daily Report:
Progress has been made. Beginning at approximately 8:30am, target, dressed in usual white tunic, exited its room before moving to the cafeteria. Target’s upper back length chocolate brown mane and beard both damp, indicating it bathed this morning. Arriving at the cafeteria, the target receives the usual meal of fruits, grains, and eggs. And as earlier reports indicate, the target uses utensils as intended. As target feeds, ponies eating their breakfast are either unaware or unfazed by targets presence as it eats in close proximity.

Amount of ponies avoiding the target has decreased again for the tenth consecutive day. Amount of ponies activity interacting with the target has increased. Most instances involve the pony calling out to target or in rare instances, approaching the target to receive physical stimulation, often applied to ears, neck or back. Target utilizes claws to achieve this, multiple sources and witnessed incidents indicate the physical stimulation to be very pleasant. Target may be using physical capabilities to gain trust of ponies. Note to self, avoid physical contact with claws at all costs.

Target finishes feed and moves with guard escort to library. Due to architectural limitations of library interior, surveillance must be conducted from outside. Adequate location for optimal view into the library discovered today. Tree branch is located approximately thirty meters from the library window. Location allows for a good view into the library interior, with the added benefit of adequate concealment. Earlier attempts at surveillance into the library have failed due to positioning, the new position will allow me to obtain greater detail on target. Target is in the presence of Princess Twilight Sparkle and guard escorts.

Pulling my hoof up from the scroll I give it a few good shakes. After nearly two weeks, I’ve gotten pretty good at writing without looking. After all, it's less efficient to set my binoculars down each time I need to write.

I let out a sigh as I shifted on my perch, readjusting myself to dislodge the branch poking into my flank. Approximately two hours into interaction in the library and I haven’t got a clue what’s been happening. Twilight appears to be talking to the monster, often pointing to something outside of my field of view offered by the window. The monster also appears to be responding to Twilight, and that's where I get lost, if the creature can’t speak equish, what is it even saying, is it just making a bunch of noises every time Twilight points at whatever she’s pointing at. Setting down my binoculars, I look down to the stack of papers filled to the brim with ink marks documenting the monster’s daily habits, interactions and possible theories. Nothing has happened for the last two hours, and as I gazed at Twilight and the monster, I could feel my eyelids starting to droop and soon I lose focus as my head began to lurch forwards.

“Repeat after me Celestia Damnit!!!”

Jolting back awake, my legs tightened around the branch and my wings unfurled subconsciously. Pulling the binoculars back up to my eyes, I get ready to write everything I see. The two of them seem to be… screaming at each other. Twilight has her front two hooves on the table top while the creature is standing with the tips of both claws pushed together and pointed upwards. While I can definitely tell they are yelling, I can’t hear anything through the glass, unlike the magically enhanced shout Twilight just woke me up with. They continue at each other until Twilight lowers her face between her front hooves on the table. She looks tired. Things seem quiet from outside, but while Twilight’s eyes are off it, the monster stalks around the table, closing in on Twilight.

What are those guards doing!?

Shifting around, I reach for the manticore-mace tucked under my wing. Looking away for a moment I secured the small aerosol can before turning my attention back to the window to find I was too late. But Twilight’s not in danger. She looks relaxed, like really relaxed, her back arching like a cat as her front half rested on the library table. And above her the creature is clawing at her head, just behind her ear before moving its claw to her scalp, pulling its digits through her mane. If I hadn’t seen her screaming just moments before, I would have never thought she was just angry. Grabbing my quill without looking, I scribble something into the daily report.

Note, target has gained favor of princess, will likely be more difficult to dislodge target from Ponyville.

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Day 27
Daily Report:
Target is currently under observation. New development. Guards not posted outside the target's room. Target for the duration of today's observation has not been escorted by guards. Observation started at 8:05am, the target has moved from personal room to cafeteria, to library, and meets up with Twilight. Target remains in the library for two hours and forty five minutes, no new development in interaction aside from lack of guards in the room. After, the target leaves the library before moving back to the cafeteria. Target is eating alone. Pegasus mare is approaching the target, it’s Feather Pen. FP speaks to target, conversation unknown, too far from target. Target leaves the cafeteria with FP. Target follows FP to infirmary, Twilight is outside. Twilight and FP speak before entering with the target. Unable to continue surveillance.

With that sentence, I tucked the stack of papers under my wing before beginning my walk on the third floor. Ever since this morning, something felt off, no guards and it feels like there are practically no ponies even batting an eye at the monster. Walking down the mostly empty hall, I navigated through the castle halls till I reached the third floor, and like I saw this morning, no guards. Considering guards had always been stationed at the door, this was an opportunity unlike any other, and it was a risk I needed to take. There had to be something useful I could get out of its room.

Arriving at the door, I gave the handle a wiggle to find the door was unlocked. Pushing the door in, an uncomfortably loud creak came from the doors hinges, causing my ears to fall against my head as I cringed. Checking the corridor and seeing no trace of life, I slipped inside and gently closed the door. Turning around to face the room, the first thing I noticed was the smell. It was fairly noticeable and distinctly non-equine, yet it wasn’t a pungent unpleasant smell. Taking in the interior of the room, I realized it was a modified guest room, though there were a few adjustments, namely the bed frame.

Rather than the carved mahogany bed frame and mattress, the frame appeared to be a rushed custom job, made to hold two large pony sized mattresses. The large size was made particularly noticeable when compared to the size of the room. Many pieces of furniture that were normally found in the castle's guest rooms were missing, like a coffee table, couch, and a desk and chair set. The only pieces of furniture left in the sparsely furnished room, aside from the bed, was a drawer dresser that was pushed into a corner, a closet with a pair of doors, and a full body mirror, but it was fairly small compared to the creature.

I was surprised to find the room was in such clean condition as well. One would imagine an Everfree monster to have made a room this lavish an unrecognizable mess. Actually, it sorta pissed me off that a monster had such a clean room compared to me.

No no no, some wild animal couldn’t be this clean without help, the castle maids must be behind the cleanliness here!

Shaking my head, I began searching the room. Bed, nothing but some plus sized sheets and blankets. Dresser, only a weird amount of white tunics. Closet, apart from some extra blankets and sheets, nothing. Bathroom, a tooth brush, mane brush, soaps and shampoos, and some towels.

“What the buck!? This is the room of some creature from the Everfree, so why is it so clean and bland here?”

As I felt my anger start to rise, I had to stop myself before bucking the hastily made bed frame. Trying to calm down, I let out an exasperated sigh before walking towards the door.

“Buck! What's the point of spying on this thing when there’s absolutely nothing unique or special about it? All it's done these weeks has been laze around and take up space. That time just to… AGH! Buck this, I’m going home.”

Reaching for the door handle I suddenly froze. I could hear hoofsteps of a pony and the slower heavier steps of one other through the door. The meaty thuds of the monster could be felt from the floor as it walked towards its room. The door was no longer an option. Quickly turning around in a panic, I spotted the window and rushed towards my escape. Just as I was about to yank open the window, panic set back in as I saw the bars on the window.

Now trapped, hiding was my only option left. Quickly scanning the room, I quickly realized the lack of hiding spots. The bathroom? No, if the monster stays in the room, it’ll only be a matter of time before I’m discovered. Hiding with the bed or dresser wasn't an option, the only option left was the closet. Yanking opening the closet doors, I dove in quickly shutting it behind me. Seconds later the door to the room opened and I could hear a set of hooves and paws enter the room.

“Great job at the examination, buddy!”

My ear flicked as I recognized that voice. Carefully pushing the closet door open a crack, I peered through.

Just a few meters from the closet I hid in was Feather Pen looking up to the monster with a smile. The monster itself looked back at the mare and made a gesture with its claw before moving to bed and falling face down onto the mattress sprawled out.

“You have a long day?” Feather Pen said with a small laugh. With no response from the monster laying on the bed she continued talking.

“I’m glad you’ve been doing so well these last few weeks, practically nopony is scared of you now! Twilight even released the guards from their duties.”

Although I could tell she was talking towards the monster, it was almost like she was talking to herself.

“Even if I had wanted to come and visit you, the guards would have had to supervise us...” Feather Pen said as she turned towards the bed. As she began approaching, the creature pulled itself up before sitting on the edge of the bed looking at Feather Pen.

Hopping onto the bed, Feather Pen moved behind the monster and stood on her hindlegs with her forelegs over the creature’s shoulders.

What is that mare doing?

The monster was sitting on the bed, hind paws planted on the floor, while its claws, outstretched, supported its slightly hunched torso. I couldn’t get a perfect view but from what I could see, Feather Pen’s forelegs had snuck their way into the monster's tunic from the holes meant for its forelegs.

“Come on big colt, haven’t you been feeling a bit lonely,” Feather cooed into its ear, lust dripping off of each and every syllable.

W-what the… Is this bitch sexually harassing an Everfree monster!?

Wait! It just clicked. Feather Pen’s reaction to Luna’s teasing, she actually BUCKED that thing?! C-could it be? That's how it got those ponies… No! Stop thinking about that, this is valuable information, I need to record this! Reaching for my spy supplies tucked under my wing, I immediately started writing, focusing intently on the scene unfolding.

Back on the bed, Feather Pen continued to run her hooves over the chest of the monster, while said monster began to fidget, but didn’t react beyond that. Feather Pen leaned in next to the monster’s ear and bit down. That got a reaction out of the monster as it let out a gasp. Grinning with the ear still between her teeth, Feather continued to nibble at the ear as the monster continued to fidget.

The sexual harassment lasted a few more seconds before the monster appeared to have had enough, and rose onto it legs. Having pulled her hooves back as he rose, Feather was left on the bed to wait for what the monster did. Turning around, the monster gave a shake of its head before ruffling the mare’s mane. Now smiling, Feather Pen lent forward and took part of the monster clothing in her maw before motioning it up and down. The monster seemed to understand what was being asked of it as it began to fiddle with the bit of rope around its waist, soon falling to the floor.

Reaching to the bottoms of its tunic, it began to pull the garb up, gradually exposing its body from bottom to top. Pulling the tunic over its head, it tossed the clothing to the side before turning back to Feather Pen.

With its skin bare, I noticed a few things. First was how muscular the thing was. Sure you could tell that the thing was strong just from looking at it with a tunic on, but now that the tunic was gone one could appreciate how physically powerful it looked. Broad shoulders, thighs like tree trunks, hardly a trace of fat on its body.

That’s the Everfree for ya.

Second, the elephant trunk that hung just in front of Feather Pen’s face. Feather and I both gulped. The monster’s thing could be called a monster in and of itself. Compared to a stallion, there was no medial ring, and rather than a flared head, the head was rounded, the pinkish tip sitting at the end of the thing like a little helmet.

If it looks like that soft, then what the buck is it like HARD?! No, no, there’s no way something that long can get any bigger. He’s just a shower that’s all!

I felt myself beginning to feel a sliver of worry for my fellow pegasus, but the red maned mare seemed anything but fearful at the deflated bludgeon in front of her.

Smiling at the anaconda, Feather scooted forward before rearing back, balancing on her flanks as her hooves moved in tandem on each side of the monster. Slowly but surely the efforts of the mare began to rouse the snake as it started to inflate soon pressing against Feather Pen’s forehead and nearly knocking her over.

I had to break myself free of the shock before I could start writing again. My assumption that the monster was a shower was quickly disproved as my eyes took in the appearance of the rod of flesh. Looking away from the scene, I peered down to my own foreleg. It was as long if not longer and just how thick was it? I shivered at the thought.

With her hooves at the base of the dowel protruding from the beast, Feather was hard at work, running her tongue along the monster’s length, periodically lapping at its helmet. The sound of her lips and tongue smacking against the rod, and the moans and grunts from the two of them could be heard.

My own heart could be heard in my ears, thundering away as I watched the debauchery play out in front of my eyes, while unbeknownst to me a leak had sprung.

Having satisfied herself running her tongue up and down the monster’s member, she held the rod in front of her face, staring the serpent down before closing her eyes and opening her mouth as wide as possible. After taking a deep breath she pushed herself onto it with an audible Nom!

Subconsciously, I commended the mare for the gallant attempt, but her lips were just barely able to clear the head of the beast. Surprising me even more, she marched on, forcing herself to take on as much as she could, her stiff wings trembling with each millimeter that entered. Pressing on, her maw slowly began to engulf more and more of the creature’s length before gagging, presumably caused by the head reaching the entrance of her throat. But Feather Pen, not one to give up just yet, inhaling through her nose before pushing forward once more, gently shaking her head in hope of taking in just a little more of the python. But Feather’s efforts came to a head as she was unable to move herself any further despite her unrelenting effort.

I was in awe at the sight. A quarter, not just under a third of the beast bludgeon had been taken in by the mare. While Feather may not have felt she had done a good enough job, it seemed the monster seemed to think otherwise, as its hips bucked forward slightly, almost pushing the mare off balance. Reaching its claw down, it took Feather Pen’s tied back mane and began to slowly pull the mare off of its length, much to my surprise.

Feather Pen gave a weak cough as soon as the obstruction was removed from her airway. Opening her eyes, a pair of tears rolled down her face from strain put on her throat. The creature leaned down, its head right next to Feather’s. Noticing the creature’s face, she gave a small smile before nuzzling against the bearded face of the beast.

Pulling back from the affection, the beast took Feather under the forelegs and laid her back against the bed, leaving her chest and nether region exposed. Placing its claws on the tuft of fur on her chest, it slowly dragged its digits through her snow white coat, ending at her inner thighs. Lowering itself, the creature knelt down in front of Feather Pen’s flanks before blowing softly against Feather’s marehood, causing her to shiver. Leaning down, the creature pressed its lips against Feather’s, drawing out a gasp from the mare currently spread eagle. Pulling back from the short kiss, it moved back in, only this time with its tongue extended, licking up the puffy lips of Feather Pen’s marehood.

The monster continued to lap at Feather Pen’s lips, while her moans increased in pitch with each pass over her marehood. Feather fidgeted but her lower body was held in place by the monster’s firm grip on each leg. Soon the licking stopped and Feather was allowed to catch her breath for a brief moment before the monster planted its lips against her button and sucked. Feather Pen’s voice came out as a shriek as her upper body rolled side to side as her clitorious was tended to.

Feather Pen’s cheeks had become as red as her mane and her outstretched wings beat pointlessly against the mattress. Her moans continued as the monster wrought waves of pleasure over the mare, helpless against the tide that was the beast. But as soon as it started, it stopped and Feather Pen, glasses askew, propped her body up and looked down to the face between her thighs. Glancing up for a moment, the two of them made eye contact and the room was silent. After a few peaceful moments, the creature closes its eyes and sets back to work, this time thrusting its tongue into Feather Pen’s depths.

The reaction was seen in an instant as Feather’s eyes went wide. Another brush against her walls sent her head back against the bed as her back arched. A hoof in her mouth was doing its best to muffle the moans a mare getting pampered. The beast feasting on its prey appeared to feel indifferent to the reactions from the mare as it soldiered on, maintaining its assault. Soon both hooves were stationed at Feather’s mouth, just barely managing to keep the sounds of pleasure contained. Glancing up from its position on the front lines, the creature appeared to have noticed this, and silently letting go of one leg, its claw crept to its target till it was just above Feather’s marehood.

The shortest of the digits on the monster's claw fell onto Feather Pen’s clit and vigorously began to rub against the bump. The reaction was near instantaneous as Feather Pen’s hooves abandoned their place at her mouth to pull the beast’s maw harder against her love canal.

Anypony could tell that Feather no longer cared about being discreet as she cried out in the universal language of pleasure. Feather Pen continued to thrash and cry out as the creature marching on neared its objective. Feather was in a slovenly state, her mouth hung open lewdly as she moaned and cried. Her legs, now free from the monster’s grip, pressed tightly against the sides of its face as Feather held her hooves at the back of its head, unwilling to let it escape.

Feather’s breathy moans began to pick up and her twisting and turning became more erratic. As the beast’s tongue passed over the sweet spot hidden inside her cavern, the soldier’s mission had been complete.

A scream of pleasure tore through the air as Feather Pen came, her voice cracking, her back arched and her wings beat against the mattress as she rode out her orgasim. Feather’s body held its arch for a short while before suddenly slumping onto the bed, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. The monster, now freed from between Feather’s soaked legs, pulled back, its face and chest drenched as it breathed heavily.

Focusing on the scene, I hadn’t realized my hoof holding my quill had stopped moving, and I also failed to notice my lack of balance as I leaned forward. Before I could right myself, my weight came crashing forward, into the closet door and onto the ground. Quickly processing what had just happened, my head shot up to the pony and creature in front of me. Making eye contact with Feather Pen, her eyes had shrunken to pin pricks. Her mouth hung open dumbly as it moved, trying to say something to the pony that just tumbled out of the closet.

The monster on the other hoof… it just looked confused, looking back and forth between me and Feather. It was awkwardly quiet for a couple moments, but I was the first to make a move.

Pushing myself up, I spun around before leaping into the air, wings carrying me to the door as I quickly threw it open and sped down the halls and out of the castle. Flying to Canterlot, I would take my findings to Celestia, likely the only one to be relatively unaffected by the monster, and with her help, Twilight and the ponies of the castle will be freed from the creatures charm!

At least, that’s what I was banking on.

Clumsily pushing myself up, I turned around, nearly tripping on my own hooves before leaping into the air to quickly fly to the door and escape, but what I had not realized as I watch the liaison, was that my wings were now painfully stiff and in no condition for flying. In that crucial moment, my plan to escape fell apart and the last thing I saw was a rapidly approaching wall.

oo000OOOO000oo

I blinked once, I blinked once more, and I blinked once more after that, processing the events that had just occurred in the span of 7 seconds.

Recap. Pony falls out of closet, pony springs up, pony jumps into wall. Recap end.

I turned back to look at lil red. Her face tells me she’s either confused or still trying to process everything that has happened. Looking back to the knocked out pony, I stand up and begin to approach the techno colored thing. That seems to snap lil red out of it as she says something in horse with a hoarse voice.

Paying her no heed, I knelt beside the pony and take in its appearance. For starters, it had a pretty crazy hairdo.

I can’t believe ponies actually have mullets…

Oh, and it has rainbow colored hair and tail as well. The lil pony had a pair of wings that were outstretched and twitching every so often. Its fur and feathers were all a baby blue. And it appeared to be a female, based on the contents between its legs. Its landing had been less than spectacular and after falling to the floor, her tail was sprawled against her back, exposing a pair of darker blue lips that were quickly beginning to make a puddle.

Ignoring the horse’s exposed bits, I held my hand in front of its face. I could feel the soft warm breaths of the pony, indicating that it was not in fact dead. Breathing a sigh of emotional relief, my physical relief would come soon enough, I gently picked up the small thing. Being roughly the same size as lil red meant that I had little trouble carrying the quadruped back to the bed. Setting down the rainbow haired horse, lil red looked between me and the passed out pony. Scooting towards the body, lil red poked its side, saying something in pony. Leaving the pony in lil red’s care, I turned towards the pony’s hiding place. From where I stood, I could see a small stain on the blankets that she was sitting atop.

That definitely answers whether or not she was watching…

Looking down to the floor, I spotted a black mass just in front of the dresser. Curious, I knelt down and touched the substance before rubbing it between my fingers. It appeared to be ink. Now why would there be an ink spill right outside a closet a horse was hiding in? Rifling through the closet, I found a disheveled stack of papers pressed between the back of the closet and the sheets stored inside. Picking them up, my eyes scanned over each and every page, and by the time I looked over the last page I came to a realization.

“I can’t read this.”

Turning back to the bed, lil red looked up to me before spotting the papers in my grasp. Walking over to her, I handed over the stack of paper to her and let her read the contents. The contents on those pages seemed to be of great importance as lil red’s expression gradually began to morph. After finishing the last of it, lil red looked angry as she yelled something in horse before batting the unconscious pony with the stack of papers.

Letting out a huff, lil red seemed to calm down slightly before haphazardly tossing the rest of the papers off the side of the bed. With her rear planted on the bed she closed her eyes, and balancing carefully, crossed her forelegs in front of her while she brooded.

But after a few moments, her eyes popped open with a hint of mischief in them. Looking at me, she motioned with her hoof for the white tunic that lay crumpled on the ground. Picking up the piece of clothing, I handed it to her, curious what she was planning to do.

Holding the fabric between her hooves, she bit down on the cloth before tearing the tunic with a loud RIP. Obviously surprised, I subconsciously reached out to save what was left of the tunic before lil red held out her hoof as if to stop me. Stopping in my tracks, I reluctantly allowed the pony to tear my clothing into crude strips.

Looking between the blue pony and lil red, I simply stood, wondering what was to happen next.

Caught Red Hoofed

“Augh… My head… ”

My head hurts a lot. Like, a lot a lot. But, why?

Mustering my will power, I concentrate on remembering the last thing that happened to me. No, it wasn’t flying… Not drinking… Castle, I was at the castle and… Oh, wall. I jumped straight into a wall. That’s embarrassing. Wait, if that happened in its room, then where am I now?

My eyes shot open only to be immediately blinded by the light above me. Turning my head away from the lighting, my vision gradually dimmed and I began to focus on my surroundings. I was laying down on something, it’s pretty soft and cushy, probably a bed. Turning to my left, my gaze wandered until it settled on a wooden closet, its doors thrown open.

Wait, why does that look familiar?

I leaned forward, for some reason needing a fair amount of effort. It seemed my guess that I was on a bed was correct, and the one who used this bed was standing at the hoof of it, staring at me.

At the sight of the monster, I instinctively tried to roll off my back and get into the air, but something stopped me, leaving me to flail in place. Frantically looking around, I soon realize my front hooves aren’t at my sides, and gazing up above my head, I found them bound, each by a white strip of cloth and tethered to one of the wooden posts of the oversized bed frame. Looking down my body I came to find my hindlegs were in a similar state, however they weren’t tied to a bedpost. Quickly feeling for my wings, I felt grateful I could still move them, but after a few flaps I came to realize that my wings had practically no range of motion.

“How do your wings feel? They’re tied so you can still stretch them out, but so you can’t resist too much!” a voice sounded from beside me.

Throwing my head to my right, I came face to face with Feather Pen, who wore a proud smile.

“Feather Pen! Hey, help me get out of here! Quick!”

“And why would I after all the effort I spent tying you up?”

“W-wait, WHAT!?”

I couldn’t quite process what Feather had just said to me.

“Feather, don’t even joke right now, we need to get out right now!” I insisted, hoping that what Feather had just said was just the result of a bad sense of humor. But my hopes were quickly dashed as she held up a stack of papers in a hoof.

“Well of course the spy that got found out ‘needs to get outta here’,” Feather Pen said, accentuating her sentence with the tips of her wings.

“W-what, no! Wait I can explain-”

“Day 27, target currently under observation…Observation started at 8:05am… Rainbow Dash are you bucking serious?! You’ve been spying on him for the last four WEEKS!”

“Well, no, it’s only been three weeks and six-”

“And what difference does that even make!” Feather Pen shouted, causing my ears to fall flat against my head. Letting out a sigh, Feather tossed my records aside, the papers making a soft plap as they hit the floor.

“Honestly, I can kind of understand you being suspicious or worried about him, but this is going way too far,” Feather Pen said in a much softer tone.

“But you don’t even think of him as a sentient being! How you feel about him is spelled out in all of your ‘reports’ and it’s obvious you only see him as some monster!” Feather Pen’s tone began to pick up, the agitation in her voice obvious.

I didn’t know what to say, what could I say at a time like this. No way to escape, and Feather is just yelling at me while it's eyeing me up like a fresh piece of meat! If I wasn’t scared before, fear was definitely starting to set in as Feather continued to express her grievances towards me.

“What… Just what are you gonna do to me…?” I spoke up, my voice slightly wavering.

“Oh, we’ll get to that Dash, but between everything you have done since you began spying, the worst, the absolute worst possible thing you’ve done by far…”

I couldn’t help but flinch as she accentuated her words, but there was nothing else I could possibly do.

“...has been RUINING my special time with him!”

Huh?

The monster seemed to be just as surprised as it looked down to the mare that was clinging to its leg.

“Two months, TWO MONTHS Dash! The first time in two months since I’ve got to be with him, alone, and you just had to disturb us just as we’re getting to the good part!” Feather Pen roared, her amber irises appearing as if they were blazing fires. All the while, the monster just continued to look confused. Glancing at me, our eyes met.

Now that I think about it, this is my first time actually seeing it face to face… Compared to when I saw it… doing it, with Feather, he seemed a lot more intimidating then than he was now, and not just because a towel covered his nether regions.

Its deep brown eyes seemed to have an odd warmth to them as we just… stared. Though it had felt like a minute, a third second just passed and the creature looking at me made a face and shrugged at the situation playing out. Suddenly the pegasus that was latched on to the creature’s side had let go and hopped onto the bed.

“But the past is gone and there’s no changing it, but I can’t possibly let my limited time with my good friend go to waste, and I can’t just let you go, so you’ll just have to just stick around until I’m satisfied!” Feather Pen finished with a grin wide enough to rival Pinkie Pies’.

“WHAT!” I shouted, my voice cracking in the process.

Is she… No, this is crazy, no way she’s actually going to do it!

Sauntering up to my side, Feather Pen laid down before continuing to speak.

“Personally, I would rather you not be here, and I’m sure you feel the same, but hey! Try to think of it this way, you get to observe him more, and I get to show that he isn’t so bad~,” Feather whispered into my ear, the tone of lust dripping from every word.

Lifting herself up, Feather walked towards the end of the bed before tapping the spot next to her, motioning for the creature to sit. The creature seemed to get the message and climbed onto the mattress, sitting with its hindlegs neatly folded. Feather Pen took the initiative, approaching him before placing her hooves on each shoulder and pushing it down. Feather Pen, now standing above the creature, took a moment to admire the built torso before nuzzling its chest.

Pulling her face from its chest, Feather moved further down his body, coming to stop at the towel wrapped around its waist. Gripping the towel in her teeth, she jerked her head exposing the creature's member.

Feather Pen impatiently set to work, nuzzling and lapping at the thing as life slowly pumped into it, and soon enough it was at full mast. From my original position in the closet, I was able to see the creature’s length, but now, just a meter or two away, I could see the thing in far greater detail. As it stood erect, Feather’s saliva could be seen glistening on its smooth sides as it throbbed hypnotically in time with the creature’s pulse.

I couldn’t help but swallow at the sight of it. Feather seemed to catch me staring and spoke up.

“Oh? Are you interested?”

Having been caught, I quickly turned my head away, but I could feel my cheeks glowing red. Letting out a small snicker, Feather turned her attention back to the creature.

Pulling herself forward, Feather straddled the creature and began to vigorously grind against the member sandwiched between her lips. From my position, it was like everything was under a magnifying glass. The slightest twitch from her wings as they began to fan out, the rapid rise and fall of the creature’s chest, and the look of lust that blinded Feather Pen as she drenched the creature’s groin.

The creature’s claws found themselves on both sides of Feather’s flank as they assisted the mare, helping to drag and push her along its length. As intense as it was, the grinding didn’t last long as Feather Pen lifted herself off the creature’s member. Carefully adjusting her position, Feather’s marehood hung just above the creature’s cock. Noticing this, the creature pulled himself off his back till his face was inches from Feather’s. Reaching her hooves over his shoulders, Feather secured herself to the creature while his digits dug into the supple flesh of the mare.

Unknowingly, my own wings had begun to perk up as my face heated up. The unnatural duo before me had my attention as the creature started to lower Feather. With an effort, the tip slipped in, and Feather let out a loud gasp, her grip over the creature’s shoulders tightening. Despite Feather Pen’s size, she slowly continued to sink further down the pole of flesh until she reached the halfway point.

Feather’s legs shook under the weight of her body as she struggled to maintain control over her descent. The claws at Feather’s sides moved to her bottom to better support her. The trembling in Feather’s legs had hardly been affected but her expression seemed to be less strained.

Witnessing the impossible feat, my mouth felt dry as the white pegasus mare continued to sink further until her grip increased even more and her eyes screwed shut. The expression on the creature’s face, which was almost as bright as Feather’s mane, had softened, as a claw left the flank it cradled to pull Feather’s body closer. For a few moments, the two held their position.

Eventually, Feather’s grip began to loosen, and the creature seemed to notice it. Reclining slightly, using a claw that once held Feather’s rear to support himself. From her new position, Feather was able to lay against the creature without risk of sliding down any further, although if her legs gave out, I could only hope her forehooves could support her weight.

The claw on the small of Feather’s back shifted upwards, settling just under the joint of her wings. Gently taking hold of a wing, Feather let out a pitched moan as the creature pulled her up his body, exposing the flesh of his cock which glistened with juices from Feather Pen.

Now beginning to build a rhythm, the creature began to raise and lower Feather on and off its turgid length. The mare, making use of her shaking hooves, did her best to move in time with the creature, her leaking snatch gripping tightly at the beam penetrating her.

The two of them found a comfortable rhythm, and as they continued, both of them began to pant and groan. Though I was suspicious of the creature, I had seemingly forgotten all about it as I watched the scene unfold. The sounds from the two of them felt as if they were right in my ears, the wet slicks and smacks from Feather’s marehood as it was dragged up, only to be impaled again and again. While the creature wasn’t quiet, it was like a mouse compared to Feather Pen who lewdy moaned and cried at each pleasure filled pump.

The smell of a mare being rutted mixed with the foreign scent of a male was so thick in the air I began to pant myself. Though Feather’s smell was noticeable, it could hardly compare to the smell that was emanating from the creature. The smell of its sweat felt weirdly novel, like a new menu item from Sugarcube Corner, or a new trick from the Wonderbolts, there was just something so enticing about the odor.

Nothing from any magazine or some weekend story from the bar could possibly measure up to what I was watching. The expression on the face of the creature showed a mixture of emotions. I could definitely see pleasure in its features from how its cheeks glowed red, but I could see a sort of restraint as it gritted its teeth and screwed its eyes shut.

Feather Pen however seemed to be hanging on by a thread. Her legs had given out and she was left to try and contribute with her hooves which were locked around the neck of the creature. The vigorous up and down movements of the mare must have caused the mane tie to come loose, leaving the full volume of her apple red mane to bounce in time with her. As her head rested against the creature’s chest, she stared towards me, her eyes were glazed over and were focused on something else as I spotted little pink hearts inside of the mare’s amber irises.

The debauched look on Feather Pen’s face caused my ears to fold back against my skull as I felt myself wink. Briefly looking away from the action, I spotted my private parts, twitching every so often and creating a wet spot at the base of my tail.

I had gotten worked up as the only audience member of the show Feather and the creature were putting on. My excitement began to drip faster as the moans from Feather began to increase in frequency and volume, involuntarily causing me to push my legs together.

The tread holding Feather together appeared to snap as she lost nearly all coordination and savagely tried to impale herself faster. With her rapidly approaching orgasim she began to unintelligibly babble. Mere moments away from release, Feather’s hooves came undone from the creature as she violently pushed herself down, forcing more of the creature’s cock into her small cavern. And as she took as much as she could, she screamed out as she came.

With her head pointing to the ceiling, the pegasus shook violently, wings wildly flapping as she rode out her orgasim. A squelching could be heard coming from Feather’s marehood as it convulsed around the unyielding slab of meat, the sound only stopping as the orgasim finally passed. Her energy sapped, Feather fell into the embrace of the creature, as it sat upright.

Carefully pulling the pony off of himself, the creature laid Feather on the bed, chest down, facing me. Eyes drifting about, Feather’s eyes eventually settled on me, taking in my frazzled appearance. Giving a small chuckle, Feather spoke up for the first time in a while.

“So, still think poorly of ‘em?” Feather Pen asked in between pants.

I was about to reply but a shadow that appeared over Feather and myself quickly silenced me.

“Hmm? Cat got your tong-” Feather Pen was cut off as a claw pressed into her back. Looking up from her awkward position, Feather noticed the large figure pinning her to the bed.

“A-ah… H-hello…” Feather Pen greeted the creature, a nervous waver in her voice.

“Uhh, hey Feather, what’s he doing?”

“Well… he hasn’t finished yet, soooo…”

While Feather couldn’t see it, I could. The creature, with its claw still pushing down on her back, its pulsing length was pressing against her entrance. Feather’s tail began to swish wildly back and forth before the creature's other claw quickly snatched the tail before wrapping it around its claw and giving it a firm tug.

“Ahhh~!”

Paying no mind to the mare beneath him, the creature held Feather’s tail to the side as it began to prod the sodden slit with its head. Taking his claw off of Feather’s back, he reached his hand down to the rod, carefully lining his ram up with the slick doors to Feather Pen’s keep, and wasted no time, he buried his cock deep within the mare.

Feather Pen lurked forward, her eyes wide and mouth agape. The poor mare had no time to prepare herself for the onslaught that followed. Her body began to quickly rock back and forth as the creature quickly pumped into Feather’s marehood, all while groaning through clenched teeth.

With the mare mere inches away from my hindlegs, I could see her facial expressions as clear as day. Her front hooves were positioned like a sphinx as her head rocked back and forth with a dreamy expression plastered over her features. Her maw hung open as she moaned breathily.

Behind Feather, the creature’s left claw was left hanging by its side while its right held Feather’s tail in a vice grip, using it to pull itself into Feather Pen’s pussy in quick, savage thrusts. The thrusting lasted far longer than I thought possible and Feather Pen managed to keep her head up right longer than I expected, but like the waves of the ocean, the creature was unrelenting.

Feather’s neck eventually lost its energy and her head fell to the mattress, between her hooves. Miraculously through it all, Feather Pen’s glasses have managed to stay perched on her face. That changed as the creature’s claws planted themselves next to Feather’s head before crashing into Feather, harder and faster.

Feather’s glasses went careening off her face and bounced off my leg before landing softly on the mattress. With the creature moving as fast as it was, Feather, with eyes shut, tried to speak.

“H-he… Hey!... S-stop… Slow down!...Pleeaaasse~!” Feather barely managed to say in between thrusts.

Paying her cries of mercy no heed, the creature lowered himself, so his chest was now pushing down onto Feather’s back. His right claw, which had been next to Feather’s head, was holding onto Feather’s head, lifting it off the mattress. His left claw had moved to Feather’s barrel where it rubbed her fur back and forth along the length. But his head, which originally was above Feather’s, was now pressed into the left side of her neck as he bit and licked at the sensitive area.

The two of them, whether or not they were trying to, look so animalistic. The sounds of growling and whimpering as the two bucked felt so feral. Compared to the stories I’ve heard and my own ‘crazier’ experiences, this moment in front of me made all of them look boring by comparison.

My legs fidgeted as my marehood continued to leak, winking far more often, desperately hoping for some sort of relief. But despite what my body may have wanted, the only ones getting any release would be the moaning mare and the creature cramming his cock into her cunnie.

The sounds from the creature were beginning to reach a fever pitch as its grunts and groans began to pick up in frequency. If my intuition was correct, they’d be done very soon.

Moments later, the once even paced thrusts from the creature became erratic as he moved as fast as he could. Feather Pen’s moans had stopped and were replaced with low constant groans that were accentuated in pitch by each desperate thrust. The creature was at its wits end and clenching its jaw, eyes shut, he made great thrust before pausing. Another thrust, pause, and one last thrust as he held himself in Feather Pen.

“Haa… Hhhnnnggg… buck… ah buck it’s hot...” Feather Pen breathily moaned, her voice pitched as her canal flooded. She had a distant look to her eyes as she gazed towards something above the bed.

The creature panted like it had run a marathon, but in all honesty, what he did was pretty close. His eyes were closed as it focused on breathing. Looking at him, his mane, which was tied back neatly, had become fairly bedraggled, and his checks were tomato red. Eventually his breathing calmed down, and after taking a great breath, he let it out in a big sigh before turning to Feather Pen and, surprisingly, gave her check a peck.

Gently setting the dazed Feather Pen’s head down, he looked to his hips, which were drenched in a mixture of sweat, Feather Pen’s arousal, and his own seed. Reaching down to Feather’s waist, gripping her carefully, he slowly removed himself from Feather, his exit signalled by a soft Pop. The creature’s member, now free, appeared to still be erect, albeit a bit deflated. Having removed himself, he gave Feather Pen rear a pat or two before turning his attention to me.

I stiffened at his gaze, a little fearful of what he would do. Crawling towards me, I found myself trying to pull myself back and away from the creature, though my efforts were pointless as he seized my leg. Settling down in front of my hooves, with one claw holding my bound legs, his other began to approach. My heart had already begun to beat faster and shut my eyes, trying to mental prepare myself. But after a few moments, I realized nothing had happened, or rather, the binds around my legs seemed to be getting looser.

Opening my eyes, I spotted the creature working to remove the strips of cloth that kept me bound. Although I could clearly see what he was doing, I felt very confused at the situation, too confused to realize the irony of myself getting captured by a pony only to be rescued by a monster. As I tried to rationalize the situation, the creature had managed to undo the ties on my leg as well as both my forehooves. I only realized I was nearly free by the time his claws began to reach my chest. Though I couldn’t see the knot very well, it appeared to be some sort of lashing.

Bringing hooves down to my chest, the creature paused before pulling its claws back. As I rubbed at my areas my hooves were tied at, I gave the creature a quizzical look. Looking between the cloth binding my wings and the creature, I sheepishly motioned for his help in removing the knot. He got the message easily enough and his claws went straight to the knot. I held my hooves up and out of the way so he could work easier. As I laid back waiting for him to free me, I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed at my position, belly up all hooves outstretched like I was a dog waiting for belly rubs.

Looking down to my chest, I watch his claws work with the cloth as he gradually undid the binds. Watching his digits fiddle and loosen the knots, I got to witness the dexterity of the things. As I watched, he worked loose the knot securing the cloth and started to unwrap the cloth strips. Working diligently, I could feel the digits of his claws brush and poke against my fur. What I heard about the creature’s claws seemed to be true. Unlike a griffon, the ends had no sharp edge to them but they were as dexterous, if not more, than a griffon’s.

Thinking back to my conversation with that one guard in that bar a few weeks ago, I remembered him mentioning the creature had ‘nails’. Its nails were apparently broad, not pointed or sharp like a cat’s, and apparently it feels really nice when they scratch your fur. Snapping back to the present, I realized my wings were now free of their fabric shackles. I quickly pulled myself up and stretched out my wings before giving them a good flap or two. But it seemed that my wings weren’t in flying condition. Looking at the pair, they were stiff as a board.

Turning to the creature, the creature bared its teeth at me, giving me a gentle smile while making a gesture with its claw. While he smiled at me, his eyes just happened to look down. I didn’t need to guess what he saw when I noticed his deflated member twitch. The only thing that wasn’t known was what he would do next.

Turning around, the creature reached for the towel that was once wrapped around its waist and held it out to me. I furrowed my brow at him, wondering what he wanted me to do with the towel. When I gave him a look, with his other claw he pointed to an area between my legs. Glancing down I realized he was giving me a towel to patch the leak I’d sprung. Feeling slightly annoyed at the gesture, and a tad embarrassed, I shifted my body away from the creature so my marehood would no longer be on display.

“Don’t patronize me,” I said, giving him a glare.

Raising his claws, he made a noise that I couldn’t understand before dropping the towel to the side. Did he just apologize to me? Following the creature with my eyes, I watched him scoot over to Feather Pen and check on her. After tapping her side a few times and saying something in a language I couldn’t understand, he reached over and grabbed the towel I declined and wrapped her lower body before moving her over to some pillows. Realizing the pillows were behind me, I scooted aside to let the creature do his thing. Looking up from the snoozing mare he said something again that I didn’t understand with a small smile. After laying Feather Pen down, he pulled the covers over her before turning towards the bathroom.

I didn’t know what to expect from the creature, but being flat out ignored was not on the list. Feeling a sliver of annoyance, I contemplated just going home but after taking a whiff of myself I decided it would be better to lose the smell first. It didn’t help that my wings, while gradually settling down, weren’t air ready. Sliding off the bed I walk over to the barred window before pushing it open. Airing out the room should help with the stench. Turning around to face the room, I looked at the boring set up before noticing my notes that Feather had thrown to the side. Walking over and picking them up, I skimmed over a page, before letting out a sigh.

“So much for staying a secret,” I said aloud. Even after all that spying, my perspective on that creature had begun to change.

Rubbing my face with my hooves, I thought about just how dumb the past two months have been: worrying for nothing, missing work, spending whole days just to learn he did the same thing he did the same thing he’s always been doing. Letting out another great sigh, I dropped my notes to the floor with no intention to pick them up again. I would have loved to go straight home but I’d be forced to walk and I don’t exactly want to go around advertising the scent that was stuck in my fur.

Turning towards the bathroom door, I could hear the water of the bathtub running.

He must be taking a bath.

Looking back to my own body then back towards the bathroom, I mentally said Buck it, and started towards the bathroom. Suddenly I recalled what Feather had said during the meeting in the castle all those weeks ago. I chuckled at my situation.

Who knows, maybe I’ll get forcefully bathed by a monster.

Knocking my hoof against the door, I didn’t bother waiting for an answer before pushing in the door. At my entrance, the creature, which was standing next to the tub turned to look, cocking his head and raising an eyebrow at me. I gave him a wave with my hoof before continuing towards the tub. Standing adjacent to the creature, I reared up on my legs, placing my forehooves on the edge of the tub before peering in. The water level wasn’t even as high as my barrel. Looking towards the creature, I immediately snapped my head forward as I realized a moment too late that I was at eye level with his crotch.

A second later I could hear what sounded like a soft laugh, and I looked up this time to see him looking back at me with a smile. I narrowed my eyes at him and he said something again in his mother tongue before reaching his claw to my mane. Had I seen his appendage coming, I may have been able to dodge it. Though I was surprised at the touch, I didn’t freak out or anything like that as the creature ruffled my mane. Feeling patronized, I swatted a hoof at his claw but he managed to pull back before going back in. The next few moments were a flurry of claws and hooves as I felt my annoyance with the creature starting to peak. But before I could get to that point, right after I swung and missed again, his claw found its way behind my left ear, and before I could swing at my target he began moving his claws, scratching the back of my ear with its short nails.

The feeling caught me off guard as I felt my head push into the creature’s grasp and just for a moment I felt all my troubles and worries melt away as I revealed in the feeling, only to realize he was patronizing me again. Pulling away from the creature’s claw, I covered my ears to protect them from any further attacks. Pulling his claws back to his chest, he held them there, digits out stretched in a way that said I’ll stop.

Shaking my head, I reared back up to look at the status of the tub.

Not as deep as I’d like it, but it’ll work.

Clamoring over the edge, I could hear the creature shout something but I just ignored him. Sitting down in the water, I let out a content sigh as the warm water soaked into my fur. Glancing up at the creature, it was his turn to be annoyed as he looked at me sitting in his tub. Rolling his eyes and giving his head a little shake, he stepped over the edge and settled in on the other end. As he settled in, the water that just barely came up to my chest was pushed as high as my neck. Lowering himself in, he let out a content sigh as well before positioning himself on the other end of the tub.

Though, due to the size of the tub, it was more like we were directly in front of each other. Even though our backs were pressed against the wall of the tub, there was hardly any space for our legs. The creature’s legs were bent and placed on each side of the tub, as to avoid stepping on mine. Unknowingly he was giving me a clear view of his length, which was now soft but still just as intimidating.

Doing my best to distract myself, I began to look around for the soaps. Some splashing from in front of me caught my attention and it appeared the creature had already started to wash itself. Looking just passed him, I noticed the small tub side table and the soap and shampoo placed on top. I opened my mouth to ask the creature to pass the shampoo but I stopped before deciding to just get it myself. Standing up in the water, I carefully waded towards the table and reached out, only to find I was too far away. Looking back to the creature, he was peacefully scrubbing his mane, eyes closed. Deciding to try for the shampoo again, this time I leaned over the edge to get myself closer.

I was closer this time but I still pulled back with no bottle. One more time. This time the bottle of shampoo was just within my grasp, but just as I was about to grab it, I felt my body lurch forward and I began to approach the bathroom floor. But before I could crash, an arm had reached around my barrel and pulled me back.

Landing in the tub with a splash, I looked down to see a furless arm wrapped around my barrel. Looking back at the creature that scooped me up, he was shaking his head at me before pressing a digit into my nose with a Boop! My snout scrunched up and I blinked at the feeling. Refocusing on the creature, I gave him a look but he held his digit in front of my face and I pulled away. Satisfied with the reaction, the creature pushed me away before taking a deep breath and submerging himself. A moment later he reemerged with most of the suds having been washed out. Wiping his eyes clear of water, he looked to me before pulling me back towards him.

Without even giving me a chance to protest, he dunked me under water, before quickly pulling me back up. Sputtering, I wiped the water in my face away the best I could, but as soon as I reopened my eyes, the creature dropped more water atop my head, washing away my work. Breathing through my mouth, I had to be careful to not inhale any of the water, as the creature wetted my mane through and through. Eventually the water raining from above stopped, and thinking the creature was done I began to voice discontent.

“Give it a rest will ya, I can wash myself! Agh! My eyes!” I said before covering my eyes as I was blinded by shampoo that had been squirted onto my multicolored mane.

Soon after, I could feel the digits of the creature’s claws working the soap into my mane. As annoyed as I was at the creature, there wasn’t much to do but sit and wait for him to finish lathering up my mane. Accepting defeat, I sat in the tub, grumbling with my eyes closed as the creature did his thing. Despite my irritation, I found myself worrying about it less and less as the digits worked the knots in my mane loose.

Running his claws through my mane, I let out a sigh at the feeling, reclining as I relaxed in the warm water. As I settled back, I let out a soft chuckle, wondering if Feather Pen received the same treatment as me.

A Feeling of Deja Vu

Looking down at the pony laying against me while I scrubbed its mop of hair clean, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of deja vu.

Bathing a horse. I mean, that’s already a weird situation to get into yet here I was again, bathing another horse. Thinking back to the first incident, moments from the bath to the debauched face as she rode the high of her orgasim flashed in my mind and I felt my manhood twitch at the erotic memory. Though I had relieved myself just minutes prior, I felt a new heat in my core beginning to burn hotter as I imagined a repeat of what happened all those weeks ago.

The fuse had officially been lit, whether I wanted it or not, and it would only be a matter of time before the pony seated just above the bomb would realize it too.

oo000OOOO000oo

My damp ears flicked as I felt something brush against my leg. Looking down, I found that the suds that had been rinsed off my mane had obscured my line of sight into the water. Shrugging, I ignored the feeling as I settled back into my comfy warm seat. A few moments later, the feeling returned. I had an idea of what it was, and deciding to see if my guess was correct, I pushed my hindlegs together, trapping a stave-like object between my thighs. The digits that were pulling through my mane suddenly stopped. Leaning forward, I turned around to face the creature before smiling. My guess had been correct.

The creature’s expression said it all as he looked back at me, cheeks painted a light red as he gave an audible gulp. The edges of my lips pulled up as I gave the creature a coy grin, realizing my position of power over the creature. Not one to let a perfect opportunity slip away, I took the bull by the horn, shifting my legs up and down.

Laying back onto the creature’s chest, I took pleasure in listening to the creature above me pant as I stroked the creature’s length with my legs. The creature could hardly do anything with his cock sandwiched between my thighs and his claws which were once running through my mane were now gripping at the edges of the tub. This was a new experience and a weird one, no doubt about it, but the ludicrous novelty of it all made my cheeks turn a deep shade of red as I grinned like a mad mare, still pumping away at the trapped slab of meat.

From between my legs, I could feel the creature’s cock grow larger and larger with each stroke, the width of the monstrous thing creating a gap between my legs. Although, I was the one who started it, I had gotten too caught up in my teasing to think about where this would end. My wry grin began to falter as I started to imagine what might happen. Images of the creature laying atop Feather, pinning the pegasus and leaving her powerless to do anything but cry and moan in bliss as he bred her flashed through my mind, frightening and arousing me to no end.

Would that happen to me?

For a moment I pondered what would happen in this situation. A vivid image appeared in my mind and in it I was laying on the bed, stripped of any form of control with my hooves tied above me, a gag stuffed into my maw, and my legs spread eagle while the creature, hunched over my bound form, slammed into my marehood, only concerned with emptying his balls brimming with foal batter into my pussy.

I need to finish him off, NOW!

Redoubling my efforts, my stroking had become much sloppier as I panicked, trying to satisfy the creature before he would turn his sights on my flank. I could feel my cheeks burning, whether from the exertion or from the image of my potential future, I had no time to think as the creature’s breath could be heard straining. I was nearing the finish line and I intended on getting there, regardless of the burning in my legs, loins, and face. But just as I was about to reach my target, an imprecise movement had caused my legs to slide up and over the creature’s length. To make matters worse, the momentum of my legs had managed to push my legs up and out of the water, causing me to slide down the creature’s body and back beneath the water.

Letting out yelp, the sound was distorted as bubbles floated to the top of the water after I expended the last of my oxygen. Instinctively flailing, I tried to pull myself out from under the water, but my wet hooves could find no purchase as they slid against the sides of the tub. My lungs began to cry for air as my struggle only burned through the remaining oxygen in my system. Before I could die of my own stupidity, my body was lifted up and as my face breached the surface of the water I gasped, breathing in as much air as my lungs could hold. As I panted face up in the water my breathing gradually settled and my heart rate slowed. From my position, I could see something in my peripheral vision and I leaned my head back, causing my even breaths to hitch and my heart rate to speed up once more.

Looking down at me, the upside down figure of the creature could be seen. His cheeks were tinged red and his lips were slightly parted as he breathed softly. His claws could be felt supporting my back, and they could probably feel the thumping emanating from my heart. Just like thirty minutes prior, I was no longer in control as my fate was in the claws of the creature above me.

“Ginht elttil yzarc uoy...”

I still couldn’t understand what the creature was saying but his words felt gentle as they left his mouth. Carefully gripping my sides, he pulled me towards him and as I pressed up against his chest his long forelegs wrapped around me and I could feel his chin rest against my head as he gently squeezed me.

Near instantly, I felt the rapid thumping in my chest slow before being overshadowed by the powerful beats felt from behind my back. Lifting his chin from my head, the creature cooed something in its own language into my ear, causing it to flick at the ticklish feeling. The sensation of being held by this creature was an oddly nostalgic one, a feeling I hadn’t felt since being a foal. In his grasp, though I wouldn’t be able to escape, I wouldn’t have tried. The creature’s embrace felt protective, and then finally I recognized the feeling.

The warm, protective embrace of my parents was what I thought, and in that fraction of a second, I felt my opinion of the creature holding me change. There was no way a scheming, evil creature of the Everfree could show me this feeling. The old memories of being together with my parents started to flood my mind as I discreetly lifted a hoof to wipe away a tear that was threatening to run down my already wet cheek.

The creature said something to me from above. Craning my neck to look him in the eye, the creature was giving me a gentle smile. Suddenly I began to feel the sting of guilt, having teased him so just to have him save and console me.

Ahh! You idiot! Quit smiling at me, are you trying to make me feel bad?

Looking back down to escape the creature’s warm eyes, I crossed my hooves before slumping back against his chest. Oddly enough, the usual firm grip of the creature was loose, causing me to slide unexpectedly down his torso. Thankfully I was caught before I could slide below the surface, but upon closer inspection I realized I wasn’t being held up by his grip. Turning back to the creature with a deadpan stare while he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head while laughing awkwardly. Letting out a sigh, I decided to try and say something to the creature.

“Uhh, don’t worry about it big guy, it was my fault you got like that anyways,” I told the creature, waving my hoof.

Carefully removing myself from the beam supporting me, I stood up in the tub, the water level now as high as my neck. Turning around was a bit of a challenge with the small amount of space available but I made do. Facing the creature, I pondered what to do. I felt bad for how I had treated the creature even before getting into the tub with him, though I hadn’t done anything to him, the way I talked about him was just plain degrading. And then there was getting him all worked up, and there’s how kind he’s been, agh. Thinking about this is really making me realize how much of a flankhole I am. I wanted to try to apologize but he didn’t speak Equish, finding a way to try and make up was going to be pretty hard. Wait, pretty hard… Hard…

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

An idea popped into my head as I looked past the bubbly water to where the creature’s stallionhood would be. Though it did look intimidating, Feather Pen was able to handle him so that should mean I could handle him as well.

“Hey, stand up and sit on the edge.”

The creature continued to look at me. Sighing, I tried again, speaking while motioning with my hooves.

“Stand up and sit there,” gesturing towards the ledge. Looking behind him, the creature gave a glance towards where I pointed before turning back with an expression I couldn’t read. Pointing at the creature, I tried again.

“You, up,” I say, rearing up on my hindlegs as my front hoof held on to the edge.

“You, there, sit,” pointing back at him, then pointing to the ledge behind him, then finishing by sitting back in the water.

Glancing behind himself once more, he planted his claws on the edge of the tub before pulling his body out of the water. His shaft, still raring from before, was rock solid, but bounced tantalizing as he sat himself on the ledge. Focused solely on the wand of flesh, I waded through the water before coming to stand between the two legs of the creature. Being careful not to knock him back, I reared back and set my forehooves on the creature’s legs before coming face to face with the… Oh I learned a new word from that Stepony Queen book to describe it.

Brobdingnagian. Basically meaning giant or gigantic, both of which applied to the creature and his cock.

Staring the slab of meat down, I gulped, as a soreness suddenly manifested in my jaw. Despite its size and clear heft, it managed a slight upward curve, causing the tip of the shaft to point straight at my nose. Involuntarily inhaling through my nose, I got a nose-full of his scent, causing my eyes to flutter at the prominence of the smell. His scent was rich with the smells of the various soap and shampoos in the bathroom but there was more to it than that, a hint of sweat or perhaps some pheromones from his species. Regardless of what it was, it was beginning to make my head spin as I felt my mouth begin to water.

Opening my mouth I moved to take him, but before my maw could reach its target, I pulled back and approached from a different angle, only to hesitate and pull back before repeating myself. Finally, I closed my mouth after realizing I probably couldn’t do what Feather managed to do. Looking up briefly to the creature, I found that he was staring down at me with a great deal of focus. Meeting my eyes, I could see his throat shift as he swallowed, waiting for me to make a move. Accepting my shortcomings, I settled on doing the next best thing as I circled my tongue around the rounded tip of the creature’s length, ending the motion with a wet muhwa! on the underside of the head.

The cock brushed across my face as my tongue slid against the ridge that ran the length of the underside of the muscle. Coming to the base of the shaft, opening my mouth, I pressed my parted lips to the side of the meaty girth, my tongue pressing on the under belly of the beast. Pulling my lips and tongue over his length, I came to appreciate the incredible length of his spear as my head drew back, tongue tracing over each protruding vein. Closing my eyes, I fell into a steady rhythm, occasionally stopping at the bulbous tip to slather it in spital or to lap and suck at the pair of cannon balls that hung under the heavy artillery.

Though the creature’s breathing picked up, he still was maintaining a firm grasp over his lust, taking in measured breaths as I worked his length. Opening one eye, I peered up at the creature, his eyes shut in concentration as he took controlled breaths. I couldn’t tell if he was holding back or not, but at this rate I would be here all day. Opening up both eyes, I pulled myself up until my lips were pressed against the very front of the creature’s cannon. Taking a deep breath through my nose, my lips parted as they slowly slid over the hot flesh of his pride. I quickly found the slack in my jaw being taken up as the girth of the creature’s stallionhood filled the front of my mouth. Doing my best to manage my breathing, I continued to carefully insert the beginning of the burning masculinity until I felt my head slide forward with relative ease as I felt the ridge that circled the creature’s tip pass my lips.

Taking a moment to collect myself, my eyes went up, trying to catch a glimpse of his face. Straining to look up while keeping the throbbing head in my maw, my magenta eyes met his dark brown eyes and I gave an involuntary gulp, causing his rod to drool a glob of salty pre on my tongue. I could probably imagine what he was seeing from his position, his flushed face and panting made it clear.

A mare’s soft, warm maw cradling his cock as she gives him an innocent upward glance. I could feel myself wink at the thought but I had other matters to attend to. However, before I could try and fit more of the pole of meat into my mouth, a claw reached my head taking an ear between two of his digits and rubbed. Closing my eyes, I let out a hum, the vibrations reverberating against the hose, causing it to leak more. A groan from above broke me from my haze as I refocused on the column of meat.

I placed my hooves at the base of the cock, pressing into each side as I began to move them up and down a short distance. Moving in tandem with my hooves, my tongue slid and curled around the tip as I hummed. Bobbing my head, I was careful to not push too far as I slid back and forth on his thick head.

As I kept up the constant motion, I could feel more and more gooey pre dribble into my maw, making my lips slide over the flesh much faster. The response to the increase in speed was evident as the claw rubbing at my ear cupped the back of my head, assisting me in my movements. Looking up as my head slid back and forth, it seemed my expert care was doing wonders for the creature as he hunched over, groaning as I fellated him.

Feeling particularly bold in that moment, I pulled my head further back leaving the slimy helmet completely exposed, save for the very tip, and in a fluid, lust filled motion, I rocked my head forward going further than before. Gagging as the head, which had been coddled in the front of my mouth, pressed against the back of my throat. Feeling tears begin to well up, I screwed my eyes shut as I continued to draw my head back, only to throw it forwards, causing the engorged head to slam against my tonsils. With each forward movement, my head tilted forwards, my tongue scraping against the underside of the cock before tilting my head back and drawing off of the burning sword of pleasure. The vigorous movements were making an absolute mess as pre and saliva began to spill from between my lips and the cock abusing my maw.

Not long after I had stepped up my game, the creature’s other claw came to hold my head, assisting in stabbing the back of my throat with his spear. My hooves that had been working the lower portion of the creature’s length now supported my up right position. However, one hoof, instead of gripping onto the creature’s leg, moved south down my barrel and over my teats before coming to rest against my button. The brutal treatment of my muzzle and the intoxicating scent of the male using me filled me to the brim with lust, manifesting in me as I pushed my hoof harder and harder into my clit as the ram battering my throat slammed harder and harder.

Labored breaths came and went through my nostrils as I felt myself nearing climax, though I wasn’t the only one as the meat in my mouth throbbed and pulsed against my tongue. The creature above me had said something in between heavy pants, and I took that to mean he was close to release. Taking one last deep breath, I pressed even harder, fully intending to shatter this creature’s mind.

But with that last push, the ram that was beating against my throat breached the gate, forcing the creature’s thickness down my esophagus. My eyes shot wide at the painful intrusion, but rather than pull away, I stayed in place. Feeling the thickness in my throat grow as the tip of the creature’s cock swelled, he came. The first shot of the creature’s burning essence rushed towards my stomach. My eyes had glazed over, tears from the violent face bucking brimming at the edges as my pupils dilated. I mewled softly as the creature pumped his load down my gullet. However, I was running out of air and the creature was nowhere near finished. Drawing the sword from my throat until just the tip sat between my lips, I expelled the depleted air in my lungs before pulling in one last breath before another stream of cum struck my tongue.

My hoof that ground against my marehood had fallen limp and the other hoof that kept me balanced was trembling. The creature had, fortunately, let my head pull back but it held firm, unwilling to let me abandon his firing cannon. The cock, twitching each time it ejected a spurt of cum, caused my head to bounce in time with it. Though only the head was still in my mouth, the remaining space was quickly taken up by the creature’s spunk, causing my cheeks to puff at the excess of cum. And before I could even think to swallow, a final, grand volley of sperm forced in more than I was able to take, causing the excess to leak from my slack jaw. I could feel the hot waterfall of foal filling drip down my chin before falling to the water below with a soft splash.

I blankly gazed forward, too deep in my haze to do anything except swallow and suckle at the cum hose. My legs shook, threatening to give out as the hoof keeping me balanced burned, practically holding my entire weight. My mind only began to come to, when the claws on my head began to pull me off of the twitching member. The head of his cock exited with a pop, a tread of his cum connecting my lips to the stick of euphoria. Still lacking my fine motor skills, a claw lifted my head, and slowly focusing on the silhouette above me I realized who it was.

While I blinked away the confusion, a digit rubbed across my lips and chin, collecting spilt seed before gently prodding at my mouth, encouraging me to open up. My jaw, still feeling slack, easily opened up letting the appendage in as far as its anatomy would allow it as it rested against my tongue. Recognizing the salty taste, I began to suck on his digit like a foal would a teat.

Pulling the digit from my mouth, he replaced the appendage with lips, causing me to mewl as I felt his tongue brush against my own. But as soon as the dance of our wet organs began, he pulled away, leaving my lips cold. Wrapping his forelegs around me, he slid back into the water, relieving my burning legs. Chest to chest, I could feel the creature’s racing heart slow down, however my chest was still heaving.

Though the feeling had put me into a euphoric daze, my hoof had fallen away before I could finish myself off and leaving my marehood desperately awaiting release. The creature seemed to notice my labored breaths and began to rub my back, but as nice as his claws felt there was another place in dire need of a rubbing. The creature looked down to me as I weakly pushed myself off of his chest. Cocking his head to the side as if to ask me ‘what’s the matter’, I responded by reaching for his closest foreleg, pulling the claw at the end of its leg to my chest before gilding it down until the back of its claw pressed against the heat of my burning pussy.

Looking at him with desperate eyes, the situation dawned on the creature, his mouth forming an ‘o’. Reclining, the creature flipped its claw pressing into me as I felt two digits push against my labia, prompting me to gasp. Reaching his other claw behind my back, I felt another pair of appendages pull apart my lips followed by a lone digit that pushed into my snatch. My breaths became shallow, moans slipping out in between heavy pants. I could feel his digit moving inside me, scraping the roof of my canal while the webbing between the claw’s appendages pressed and rubbed against my clit. Pressed against the creature’s chest, I wrapped my hooves around his torso, holding on as the digits pushing my buttons wrecked havoc between my legs. Bucking and grinding against his claw I moaned out in pleasure while my wings splashed water, beating against the surface helplessly.

“Hnnngg, co-come on! I’m not made of glass! H-harder, do it harder!” I cried, my voice straining. My voice was raspier due to the beating my throat had taken earlier.

To my absolute horror, I could feel his claw pulling away from my marehood. Only to replace it with two digits that buried themselves as deep as they could. My scream was strained as the appendages entered me with no warning. The appendages in my cavern stretched and wriggled against the soft walls of my marehood, while the stubbiest digit fiddled with my clit, pressing and rubbing the small nub.

I could hear the creature above me say something that I couldn’t understand. Looking up, my hooves covering my mouth, the creature looking down gave me a mischievous grin before I let out a yelp of surprise and my hooves went back to gripping his torso. His other claw had moved away from my lips and had discreetly grabbed my tail, and gave it a strong upward tug, making me yelp and darkening my already crimson face.

Buck, I was right, he definitely used those claws to get every pony to like him, they just feel too go-OODD~!

If his digits stirring my insides, and the claw pulling my tail weren’t enough, the sharp teeth nibbling my ear would have broken any mare’s mind. The stimulation from everywhere was too much for my body to handle, and the creature must have realized it too as he emitted a low, guttural growl sending a shiver down my spine. Pressing my eyes shut, I could feel my canal overflow as the two appendages pushed as far in as they could. I whimpered, my throat too battered to make a sound louder than that. My walls convulsed around the digits buried in my tunnel as I squeezed the creature hard as I rode out the waves of pleasure.

When the crashing waves had faded to a steady trickle, I felt the smooth appendages slide from my squeezing marehood. Managing to look up to the creature’s face, he held his claw that had been inside of me to his face, his separated digits tethered by a single strand of mare cum. Noticing me out of the corner of his eye, he turned his head, looking at me with lidded eyes. Raising his digits to his lips, he closed his mouth around them, letting out a low hum. Involuntarily swallowing, I quickly turned my head from the erotic action. A laugh could be heard from above me and a moment later a pair of soft lips could be felt on top of my head, causing my already red face to probably turn redder as my ears folded back.

As I laid against the broad chest of the creature, I could feel his claws as they splashed my back with water before rubbing soap through the fur.

Haa~ What’s with this creature and his need to wash ponies…

Minutes passed by in silence as his claws continued to roam my body, lathering me up before rinsing me down. I’m sure I needed a thorough cleaning after the intense tubside exercise. Having just finished with my hindlegs, I could feel myself being lifted up while still in the embrace of the creature. Stepping out of the tub, the creature’s paw made a wet Pap against the floor, followed by a set of clops as he set me down. Standing on shaky legs, I watched the creature to see what he’d do next, and unsurprisingly, he grabbed a pair of towels before hoofing one to me.

I sat down to dry myself and the creature did the same, working from his head down. Now only damp, I tossed the towel onto the bathroom sink and stood up and waited a short while for the creature to finish up. Copying me, he tossed his towel to the sink, landing on mine before moving to the door. Following him out, I gasped lightly as the air from the window blew against my damp fur. Sniffing the air, I was glad to smell that the potent odor was no more.

Walking to the door, I feel a digit poke my flank. Turning around, the creature holds something out to me. Looking at his claw, I see weeks worth of notes held between two appendages being returned to me. Smiling at the irony of the situation, I wave a dismissive hoof at the papers.

“Ah, just toss it,” I say, my throat still sore, as I motion towards the small can next to the dresser closet.

Looking at the can, then back to me, he cocks his head.

“No, no, really it's fine,” I insisted while chuckling at the creature’s antics.

Turning back around he walked over before dropping the stack in. Sticking a feather up, the creature responded in kind with its shortest digit.

“Alright, see you around!”

The creature raising its claw to wave said something in its own language.

“I’ll come visit sometime, see ya!” I replied, still clueless to what he said to me. All I could hope was that my intentions weren’t lost in translation.

Waving back with my own wing, I pushed open the door to his room before trotting down the hall to the exit. As I passed the windows of the castle, I saw the sun falling to the horizon, signaling the coming of night. As I walked through the halls of the castle, I didn’t really think of anything in particular as I recalled various moments from the last few weeks and today, suddenly one thought sprang up to the center of my mind and I groaned. I had neglected weeks of work to spy full time and there would surely be a mountain of paperwork and unfinished tasks awaiting me.

I could already feel the stress that would come from the week ahead of me as my head and shoulders sagged. Just like how I dedicated next to all my waking hours to keeping tabs on the creature, I would likely need to work from sunrise to sunset a couple days straight just to catch up. Meaning no time to practice, hang out with friends or even just do work around the house. Thinking back to the creature whose room I just left, I feel a sliver of envy, living everyday relaxed and carefree, the castle cooks were there to make food, maids would clean his room, leaving him free to wander wherever he so chose.

Having successfully navigated through the corridors of the castle, I pushed the door to the entrance open and strode out, taking in a lungful of crisp, fresh, late summer air. Exhaling, I closed my eyes as I just breathed the refreshing air, reveling in the light breeze that swept through the damp feathers of my wings.

Just thinking about going to work tomorrow is already making me tense…

Oh, maybe I can get a massage after I catch up, but the thought of going to the spa just didn’t sit right with me. Thinking back to the claws that scratched and rubbed my fur, it occurred to me that the creature could be a great alternative to going to the spa. He may not know how to give a proper massage but if his work in the tub was worth anything, I’m sure whatever he did with those useful things would make me feel better.

Legs, back, neck, maybe even my wings. I thought about the great massage that would come in a few days time. But the only problem standing in my way was how to get him to give me one, asking him would have no effect, I could try mimicking it so he copies, show him pictures…

Ugh, I was clueless how I would get a massage out of him. At this rate I might have to settle for another bath. Thinking back to what happened in his room, I remembered how Feather Pen had practically knocked out right after going at it with him. Maybe, just maybe a roll in the sheets would be as effective as a massage…

Pomf

Snapping my head behind me, to my horror, I found both of my wings outstretched. And just like that, I screamed into the sky as my ticket home was once again taken away.

oo000OOOO000oo

Pressing my hand into my chin while my other pulled on the opposite side of my head near my temple, a few pops sounded out as I cracked my neck. Repeating on the other side, my neck let out another chain of cracks. Rolling my head, I moved towards the bed to get the sheets changed and the pony within them cleaned up. I let out another sigh as I mentally prepared myself to wash another horse. I could start a business at this rate. Get one full body wash and get a complementary load of cum for the road.

Peeling the blanket off of lil red, I groaned at the mess that was dripping from her snatch before picking her up, hauling the snoozing creature to the bathroom. With a well placed kick to the knob, the tub was now refilling, leaving me to wait. It wouldn’t have to be deep, I just needed it deep enough to get lil red almost under the water. In all honesty, I was quite surprised to find lil red seeking me out for a roll in the hay, not that I minded, I had my own needs and as long as I wasn’t hurting anyone, I saw it as a win win.

Stepping into the tub, I lowered the pony into the shallow water which caused her to stir. I had learned my lesson from ms. mullet- er, no that doesn't sound right… Blue wings? Pink eyes? Agh, whatever, rainbows it is. After witnessing the rainbow haired horse nearly drown, I was careful to stop the water before it got higher than needed.

On the topic of that lil bugger, that one was right insane. I mean, it was REALLY impressive of her to go as far as she did, not even back home did ladies like to stick their heads on it, not that I got the chance often… Moving on! When my dick slid down her gullet I was torn between pushing forwards and pulling back in abject terror. I didn’t need to be mercing any of the locals right as I’m getting on their good side. But thinking back to the whole incident, it was just confusing as hell. Pony in the closet, gets tied up, gets a free show and bath, gives some of the best head I’ve gotten in my life, then gets the ‘ol feather fingers.

Why was she in the closet, why was lil red mad at her, why did I get sloppy from a horse and why did it want the leat fingies. These were all questions that I had and sadly there would be no easy answer for the foreseeable future, at least not till purple teaches me the language of the land. Classes lately haven’t been doing a lot for me, but I can kinda understand the ponies when they make gestures and what not. It would be a long and tedious next few weeks, I could feel it.

Looking down to the white pony laying in the water, I gave her fluffy chest a scratch which earned me a happy murmur from it. Smiling down at the lil thing, I got to work cleaning. Sure it would be a long and exhausting next few weeks, hell it might take me more than a year to learn just the basics about this new language and world, but something about the day I was having told me it won’t be that bad.

Author's Note

Here's the sequel you all wanted. Took me a while just to find it in my to sit down and write, and it took me even more time to re-read, re-write, and edit. So all I can say is please like the story. And just as a heads up, you can expect a Bonus Chapter in the next few days, if I don't put it off another few months that is.

Anyway do your thing in the comments, ciao.

Bonus Chapter i

Lessons in the Library

Days in the Castle of Friendship were often busy though fairly relaxed most of the time for Twilight Sparkle. From supervising to consulting to paperwork, Twilight did all that was required as an Equestrian Princess. But recently a new task has fallen at the hooves of the young mare, overseeing the wellbeing and education of the newly discovered creature from the Everfree.

Twilight was a big supporter of the idea to bring the creature into Ponyville’s care in order to better understand it, as well as to learn more about it. After all, as soon as she could get it alone in the basement, all of her theories could be-

…

Ummm... yeah, so she decided to try and teach it Equish!

Though she and Feather Pen had initially only intended to collect data on the creature and gauge its mental aptitude through tests, the creature’s habits and actions within the castle quickly proved that the animal intelligence tests Twilight had organized would be redundant. Having come to this conclusion, Twilight had uncharacteristically decided to postpone the various exercises and tests she and Feather Pen had intended to run, much to the pegasi’s chagrin.

But while the tests were put off, Twilight enlisted the help of the guards assigned to the creature. The creature was to be given autonomy within the castle, and do whatever it pleased, within reason of course. And while the creature wandered and explored, its escort would be there to report on its habits and actions directly to Twilight. Twilight learned a great deal from this arrangement and quickly understood just how unique the creature was.

Cleaning after itself, eating with utensils, its creation of crude clothing, all of it felt so weird yet so exciting. Supposedly this creature was a wild animal of the Everfree, yet it kept its body and mane as clean as anyponies, even going as far to cut its own beard with a stolen pair of scissors! The intelligence of the creature was beyond a doubt, and soon after this the Princess began working to teach the creature how to speak the language of the ponies. An interview with an unknown creature was a chance too good to pass up for the young alicorn.

Everyday 9am sharp, the guards of the creature would bring him to the library and the Princess would personally teach him equish. In her mind, thoughts of witnessing the world's newest addition to sentient life learn to communicate made her giddy. The mare understood the task wouldn’t be easy, but she was a determined one and under no circumstances would she allow herself to falter on this ambition.

oo000OOOO000oo

“Repeat after me Celestia Damnit!!!” I shouted at the creature standing across the table from me, unfazed.

“Calmati stupido cavallo!” the creature shouted back in its own language.

“We’ve been doing this for weeks, please just read the sentence on the black board!” I cried, pleading for the creature to cooperate. It was times like these where I questioned whether the creature was actually intelligent. The creature had proven it could speak at least a little equish when I first encountered it all those weeks ago. Even if his pronunciation was rough, I could at least understand what words he was saying, at least when he chose to speak. Picking up the wooden pointer in my magic, I levitated the pointer to a word written on the chalkboard.

“Where!” I say, smacking the board with the pointer, emphasizing the word the creature was supposed to speak.

“Where.” Good he was starting to cooperate again. Smacking the board again for the next word, I continued on.

“Is!”

“Is.”

“The!”

“The.”

“Library!”

“Library.” There it was, he actually said it all! Now, hold on just a moment, we aren’t done just yet but he's doing great, he can do it this time, I can feel it!

“Where is the library?”

“¡Dónde está la Biblioteca!”

“BUUUUUUUUCK!” I scream, burying my face into my hooves. This happens everytime, every bucking time! I finally get him to repeat after me and before he can just put it all together, he has to go and ruin it by babbering in whatever language it uses.

This has been going on for days, I need to change something, I need to try something new!

Suddenly an idea pops into my head, maybe he’ll respond to something non-equish. Turning back to the board, I wrote out a word from the Japoneighese, their word for goodbye. Writing it out in the equish form, I underlined the word multiple times before turning back to the creature, beaming at my brilliant idea.

“Sayonara! Come on! It’s time to say sayonara!” I say as if I was trying to convince a dog to do a trick.

“Ma non parlo Italiano!”

“Yamete kudasai!” I scream before pushing my head between my hooves on the library table. I had put so much effort into the creature’s lessons yet he refused to cooperate. My dream of interviewing the creature was slowly starting to fade. Shifting my head on the table I whispered to myself. “I can’t do this anymore...”

The room was silent with my head on the table, not until the soft foot falls of the creature walking towards me could be heard. I was clueless to what it was planning to do, I could never seem to pin down the creature’s habits or intentions. He was so unpredictable. And as if he wanted to prove that statement correct, his digits pressed into the left side of my neck before moving up and down.

Quickly inhaling, my breath came out slowly as a drawn out, “Aaahhhhhhhhh~.” As the creature continued to scratch my neck, I could feel the sensation washing away my frustrations and anxieties from the lesson.

In an attempt to give the creature a better angle, I rolled my head to the right leaving the left side of my neck facing up. But instead of scratching with greater vigor, the claw of the creature’s hand shifted up my neck before settling behind my ear. At the feeling, I could feel my muscles in my barrel relax, causing my back to arch like a canyon bridge that hung between my head on the table and my locked out legs. Feeling a second claw touch my head, I rolled my head up so both ears would be available to the creature. But rather than scratch at my right ear, I could feel both claws press against my maneline before slowly pulling its digits through my purple mane, the short nails at the ends scratching euphorically against my scalp.

“...oh gosh~,” I unconsciously moaned out, unable to control my voice box as the appendages pulled through my locks. And just as he finished running his appendages through my mane, his claws, snaking to the back of my head, pushed into my mane again. My head felt lighter as his claws in my mane pushed up my head, his nails slowly dragging along before being pulled back down my head. Heavenly didn’t feel like the right way to describe the feeling, it was better than that.

“Caw- com ahn! Stahp it, yu need to~ uuggghhh~! Learn equish!-” I tried to say but couldn’t, the neurons connecting my brain to my mouth seemingly severed by the creature’s claws as they scratched my scalp.

Oh mare… If I get this each time he doesn’t cooperate, I’ll be fine if he never learns equish!

oo000OOOO000oo

“Bib-ba-dee bop-ba-dee boop!” I scat back at purple before she yells back at me in horse. I’ve had it with this little monster, all she does for three hours is point at her cute little chalkboard while having me repeat whatever the horse writing says. After a certain point during these lessons I wind up just fuckin’ with the little horse, it’s a helluva lot more entertaining than just mindlessly repeating her for hours on end.

For god's sake, I hated highschool work packets but god-DAMN they would be so much better than three hours here.

Suddenly the wooden stick she's been beating against the board began to levitate. Magic. So far my relationship with it has been a mixed basket. Watching the little ponies do some gnarly tricks like teleporting and shiz is cool and all, but I was sent to hell ‘cause of it. Well… actually it wasn’t that bad there, I felt oddly at home, like I had been there before.

I should talk to these little ponies about sending me back there sometime…

The stick floating in the air cracks against the board under an unknown word written in chalk. Purple says what I assume is the word on the board, her tone sharp and serious. I’ll oblige her this time, for now. Repeating the word, the purple ball of fur seemed to be unfazed by my cooperation, suspicious of my ability to get through the entire sentence. The words come one by one until she puts them all together.

It’s showtime. The reaction purple gives fills me with joy as the pony, comically wailing, causes a small smile to tug at the corners of my mouth. The smile disappears as I wipe away any detectable emotion as purple, looking slightly deranged, quickly pops up from her face down position on the desk to scribble something on the board. Before long purple finishes her word before underlining it three times and turning back to me with a smile that said ‘you better not fuck this up’.

Imma fuck it up.

Purple says something before making a noticeable break before saying a single word and tapping the black board. Taking a deep breath in through my nose, my fingers in each hand pressed against their neighboring thumb, and pointing upwards, I shook them slightly before saying…

“But I can’t speak Italian!!!”

Purple cries something in pony before her head falls back between her hooves for the umpteenth time this lesson. Though compared to the obvious groans of annoyance from before, the sound she made with her face sandwiched between her front legs makes me wince. As funny as her reactions had been, now she sounded like she was on the verge of crying. For as annoying as I’ve been until now, I didn’t want her to cry.

Slowly standing up from my chair, I quietly made my way around the table until I stood adjacent to purple. Her ears flicked as I reached towards the fuzzy appendage, causing my hand to stop. Looking elsewhere on her body, I picked a new target. My fingers made contact with the fur of her neck first and before she could even exclaim some weird pony word, my hand was itching away. As I scratched away, I moved from neck to ear to head, all of which she seemed to enjoy very much. I basically just did what anyone who grew up with a dog would have done and it seemed to be doing the trick!

The contented expression and sounds lil purp made as I scratched her were cute and soon my teeth were showing as I smiled softly. Hopefully this made up for all the times I messed with her today, and yesterday, and basically ever since she started these lessons. Scratching away, I looked back to the board at all the scribblings of words and sentences, trying to decipher what they could mean. Looking between the pony that was putty in my hands and the chalkboard, I let out a sigh as I whispered to myself. “Alright, you win, I’ll go along with these little classes.”

Author's Note

Bi bidi bop boop bop, Skibidi booba boo da

Hot take, the Italian language is based on singer Scatman John's music.

Anyways, there's more coming so don't think you can leave just yet, see ya!

Bonus Chapter ii

I suppress the urge to shout at the top of my lungs as my jaw opens wide in a yawn. It’s been an unusual day to say the least. Not that unusual was a bad thing, hell, I could get used to this.

My name is Everett, and I’m living in a horse’s castle.

As my mouth closed and I smacked my lips twice, I glanced around the crystal castle cafeteria, taking in the various staff ponies milling about. In the weeks I’ve been in horse land, I’ve been sent to hell (heaven), pulled out of hell, been living in a swanky room in the local Lady’s castle, and have been harassing said lady in Italian, with the occasional spanish phrase here and there.

Sí señor, yo soy de rancho!

Smiling at the fond memories, I couldn’t help but ponder at all the little oddities that I’ve noticed since waking up.

Waking up early for me was never an issue, I had gotten good at that from my time in the forest, but normally a couple of pones in armor ‘n shiz would come knocking to make sure I was awake and ready to go get breakfast. But today, there was no knock, and after looking out my door, I found there were no guards around. Sure it was a little odd, but that didn’t stop me from getting me something to eat. A few minutes passed in an instant and soon I was munching on some oatmeal with some cinnamon, sugar, and apples mixed in. And before I knew it, I was done and there were still no guards to be seen. The ponies for the most part, had grown used to my presence around the castle, and while they didn’t avoid me they didn’t approach me, which I was fine with. There was the occasional wave from a friendly face or some horse noises from an off duty servant at a nearby table, but beyond that, everything was calm and quiet.

My morning so far was enjoyable, but thinking about what normally came after breakfast made me groan as my thumb and index finger pinched the bridge of my nose. Horse speaking class. For as accommodating and kind as purple has been, that little nerd could melt my brain with her mundane lessons. Actually, mundane wasn’t the right word to describe learning from her. She was bat-shit-crazy as soon as she put her hair up in a bun and donned those weirdly sexy glasses. Screaming, crying, yelling. I’ve heard it all, because there’s no way I’m gonna sit around while she rattles off random phrases faster than an MG-42. And what better way to deal with an MG-42 than to charge head on while screaming random phrases from languages I barely knew.

But as I walked through the halls to the library, the feeling of excitement I normally got when imagining the wails of spanish induced agony that would come from most lessons, wasn’t there. I quietly entered the library, navigated towards the secluded room towards the back and gave the purple pony a “hello” in her native tongue, much to her surprise. I never spoke a lick of horse unless prompted to.

The lesson went by slowly but it wasn’t as bad as I felt it had been in the past. Sure the lessons were monotonous and purple was going about trying to teach me in the worst way possible. But I was happy to have a calm day for once, so I let the small horse off the hook this time. On the topic of said smol horse, she seemed… conflicted. Like she was happy that I was following her instructions but at the same time let down. Maybe she likes physiological abuse… I quickly made a mental note of that as the class finally came to a close.

As I was about to walk out, I turned around and gave purple a wave and “goodbye” which she returned before turning to an absurdly large stack of papers. It was time to get some lunch right about now. And now here I am, munching on a special sandwich that the chefs of the castle were nice enough to make for me. It had taken time, but after shouting at them with an angry british accent, they eventually found something I liked. But from time to time, I would always find a slice of avocado in the sandwich, which always seemed to ooze hostile intent. Ha, jokes on them, dat shits delicious.

Gingerly rubbing my eye with the back of my palm, I turned back to finish my sammich but I was soon interrupted by a hoof tapping my side. Pulling my head back from my meal, I glanced behind me before my glaze fell to the pony standing beside me. A familiar pony with snow white fur, red hair, and amber eyes greeted me.

“Hey! Lil red, how ya doin’ today,” I say before ruffing her head of hair, which earns my hand a slap from her wing followed by a cheeky smile from the pony. Tapping the space to my right, I invite lil red to sit with me. Though I couldn’t speak to her or understand her neighs and whinnies, I still liked to hang around her when she found the time to visit. Ever since I had been magic’d back into mini-horse land after being blasted by that rainbow beam, lil red had always been friendly with me, little nuzzles against my leg when walking, batting at my hands whenever I tried to pet her, stuff like that. I had no idea if her actions were because of that little bath I gave her but thankfully she hasn’t approached me with any intentions to get into my pant- or tunic, I should say.

Producing a piece of paper from her folded wings, she held it out to me while pointing at a specific area on the paper. On said paper was a little map of the castle, with a bunch of little drawings to signify each location, like a chefs hat for the cafeteria or a book for the library. Looking to where her hoof was pointing, I could see a small red cross. I nodded my head in acknowledgement, understanding what she was trying to tell me. That little red cross was the sign for the infirmary. The last couple weeks, I’ve been coming down there for a ‘check up’ once every week or two. At least, I’m pretty sure it's a check up. Purple and lil red hook some nodes up on my chest, arms, and neck while staring at some crystal balls as they observed me.

The entire check up was never longer than 30 minutes, it was nothing I was concerned about. Soon after she arrived, I finished my sandwich before rising up to walk to the infirmary. The place was a short walk from the cafeteria but the trek took slightly longer as I walked slower to stay next to my four legged companion. A couple quick moments later, we arrived at the infirmary, meeting purple by the door. The two ponies exchanged some words before the door handle glowed purple and the three of us entered.

As I was about to enter, a rustling from behind me caught my attention. Turning around, I looked around the hall, but there was nothing around except for a new plant at the corner that had a few leaves knocked off it. A voice from within the room caused me to turn back to the infirmary and I quickly entered.

Walking back to my room with lil red at my side, I glanced out a window, taking in the autumn scenery. The check up went without a hitch, but for some reason it had gone on longer than normal, what with purple doing a few extra magic tricks after the initial check up. It seemed a little odd, especially since lil red seemed confused by purple’s actions, but I didn’t care. Today would be a nice relaxing day, and that meant not caring about the details.

Throwing the door open, I landed face first into the impossibly soft sheets of the bed. My weight causing the bed frame to creek. Lil red let out a giggle at my antics and said some stuff in horse. She was speaking more than usual. Most times she would only say a sentence or two around me, but it seemed like she had something she really wanted to say today. I couldn’t understand the small pony however, and soon I was thinking of just falling asleep. That is, until the unforgettable sound of horny neighs came from the quadruped.

Ah shit.

oo000OOOO000oo

Waving to Feather Pen and the creature, I gave the pair a smile as they left the infirmary. As soon as the door clicked shut I instantly teleported to one of the many crystal balls Feather and I had organized to collect readings and data on the creature. But this crystal ball that I stood before was different. Much like the others, it looks at external patterns, and takes the data that it received, and displays it in the orb in a way dependent on how it was made. It cost a pretty bit, but these crystal balls were important to keeping track of the creature's health.

While many crystal balls are enchanted to measure things like heart beats, electric signals in the body, flow of magic, and many more, some could be made in a way that allows them to observe areas out of sight. All one needed to do with this crystal ball was to cast the tethering spell and all the sudden it was like you were watching a play from within the orb.

The day before, Feather Pen had reached out to me, proposing we dismiss the guards from escorting the creature. Her logic was that given his good behavior and undeniable sentient intelligence, we could learn more about how it acts alone in a novel environment. And while I did ultimately agree with her, I was still worried about what might happen when our eyes were taken off of him. And without telling Feather Pen, I had spent the bits on another crystal ball. It even came with an audio function. I would only need to connect a gramophone to the crystal ball.

With a glow of my horn, the crystal ball shimmered before an image formed in the ball. In the orb, I could see Feather Pen and the creature walking side by side down a hall. Pumping my hoof, I let out an excited “yes!” before turning back to the display. As I watched the ball, the two eventually reached the creature’s room. I giggled a little as the large creature flopped onto his large bed. Feather Pen’s mouth began to move but no sound came out. Furrowing my brow, I looked around the ball, inspecting the crystal for any scratches or damage that would have caused a lack of sound.

After a few moments, I suddenly remembered I needed a gramophone as my wing slapped against my face a little too hard. Shaking myself from the impact I quickly teleported to my room scouring the place for a gramophone I had impulse bought months ago.

“Aha!” I shouted as I threw open a closet door. With the device in my magical grip, I quickly teleported back to the infirmary and set the gramophone beside the crystal ball. Pulling out a small slip of paper, explaining how to connect the two, I glanced at the crystal display before turning- “What!?”

My attention instantly shot back to the crystal as I held the orb between my hooves as my face quickly heated up. Right in front of me, the creature and Feather Pen were together as they had been before, but there was one major difference from before; Feather Pen had her mouth around the creature’s penis. My wings began to perk up as I stared into the crystal ball. Focusing on the creature’s penis, my eyes widened at its size.

Is… is that even possible?! No! I shouldn’t be watching this. This doesn’t involve me, I should give them their privacy.

Turning my head away, when I reopened my eyes, I spotted the large stack of papers from the exams we had been running on the creature. Turning my head in the opposite direction, I spotted the gramophone sitting beside the crystal ball.

You know… this would be a great time to understand the creature’s mating habits, and besides I need to make sure that I can hear sound from this thing, otherwise I’ll have to return it!

Quickly rationalizing my voyeurism, I turned back to the slip of paper, my eyes reading the instructions as fast as possible. After reading, I found the cable that would connect the crystal to the gramophone. Plugging in the first end, I looked to the gramophone as the plug approached the audio jack. Pressing the plug in with a click, everything was silent.

“Buck! I’m cuuUUUUUMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!~”

My ears fell flat against my head and my wings shot out with a pomf as the sound of Feather Pen's orgasm blared from the gramophone. Yanking the cable from the crystal ball, I quickly referred to the instructions to change the volume. After adjusting the volume, I cast a sound proofing spell on the room before locking the door to the infirmary. Looking at the scene, I could see Feather Pen laying on the bed with the creature’s head between her legs. Plugging in the cable once more I began to watch in rapt attention. Right as Feather was coming down from her orgasm a crashing sound could be heard, and as the angle of the crystal ball shifted I looked at what had caused the- “RAINBOW DASH?!”

The next few moments were a blur as I tried to reason why she was in the creature’s room, until a bang from the gramophone caught my attention. Looking back up, I pursed my lips as I looked at Rainbow Dash knocked out on the floor. Letting out a sigh, I shook my head before returning my attention back to the show.

30 minutes later

There was a test tube in my marehood. My eyes never left the crystal as I watched Feather Pen bounce on the creature, barely taking more than half its length. Matching Feather Pen’s movements, the test tube I held in my magic slided effortlessly in and out of my drenched marehood. But I wasn’t the only one watching them go at it, Rainbow Dash was there too, albeit tied in place.

It’s Rainbow Dash, she’ll be fine, they’ll finish soon enough and worst case scenario, I have to free her myself.

30 more minutes later

There are two more scientific flasks in my body. A pear-shaped flask was buried in my plot while another test tube was pressing against the back of my throat. As soon as the test tube entered my mouth, my eyes had shut as I moaned around the glass, listening to the sounds of my friend gagging as she pressed the creature’s penis further into her mouth. I had already orgasmed three times and as I furiously masturbated, I could feel a fourth coming soon. Lying on the floor, I began to move the test tubes in my magic faster as I heard the grunting of the creature speed up. And as he let out a loud groan, I pushed the flasks in as far as I could without damaging them.

Opening up my mouth I let out a cry as I felt my marehood squeeze against the test tube. My juices gushed from around the tube as I rode out my fourth orgasm. My eyes fluttered open just in time to witness a part of the creature’s load leak from Dash’s mouth as he held her head. Carefully removing the now unusable flasks from myself, I rose up on shaky legs. The sudden rise caused me to stumble as stars danced in my vision. Shaking them off, I pulled the audio cable from the crystal, causing the sounds from the bathroom on the other side of the castle to disappear.

On wobbly legs, I trudged over to one of the many beds in the infirmary. Pulling myself in, I landed on the bed with a plop. Despite being just before 3pm, I was exhausted. Those orgasms had really done a number on me. Rolling over to grab the thin white sheet on the bed, I pulled it over, covering myself as my eyes began to shut.

No time to… I yawned. No time to check data, too sleepy…

ZzZzZzzz

Author's Note

There'll be one more bonus chapter, stay tuned!

Wrote this one in a hurry so let me know if there are any mistakes!

Bonus Chapter iii

The sun was setting and the yellow leaves rustled as a gust of wind blew through the town of Ponyville. Outside the Castle of Friendship, stood a proud pony. Fast in her flying, slightly below average in critical thinking, and loyal to the end of the world. Standing hunched over was the ‘awesomest pony in Equestria’, as she often claimed, Rainbow Dash.

Having just completed nearly a month's worth of weather work in the span of eight days, Rainbow Dash was exhausted, to say the least. Dark bags hung under her eyes from many nights spent hopped up on what Pinkie Pie called ‘speed’. It is a dangerous concoction of sugar, caffeine, and some blue stuff from the Crystal Empire. Under the influence of the chemical weapon the pink menace had made, Rainbow Dash rushed to catch up, and by Faust’s furry cunt did she catch up.

Now that her work was all done, all that was left for her was to relax. She was at the castle just for that reason.

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Another day, another… Fuck, I dunno, confused horse noises? I was staring at a scroll laid out on the cafeteria table, my eyes slowly blinking as I tried to process what I was doing in the cafeteria this late. Purple and lil red were busy talking between themselves, occasionally gesturing towards the piece of parchment. If I had to guess, it looked like a map, but all the different lines and drawn pictures made it really difficult to decipher what was what and where was where. The only thing I was able to identify was a small crystal castle drawn on the edge of the map.

I let out a sigh as I rested my chin on my palm. My days haven’t been nearly as peaceful as I would have liked them to be since the day my guards were relieved from their post. Between purple and lil red, lil red has definitely been the most disruptive in life, while purple… lately, she kinda scares me if I’m being honest. If I had another pair of hands, I still couldn’t count all the times she bent over to pick up her pointer stick and I caught an eyeful of her pony-making bits.

All the while, lil red has been sticking to me like glue the last few days, at least when no one is around. Ear scritches, head pats, belly rubs, she demanded it all, and if I didn’t comply… Well, I normally get abruptly woken up in the morning by a ball of fur between my legs. This isn’t to say that I don’t enjoy my time with lil red, but things have been a bit hectic around the castle recently and I’ve been trying to square some thoughts away. Nothing serious but the seemingly constant ruckus has been doing little to keep me at ease.

Sitting up straight and setting my shoulders, the sudden movement caught the ponies’ attention as they turn to face me. Lil red was seated directly to my right as purple sat opposite of me. We play a short game of charades as I motion to myself before pressing my hands together and resting my head on them as I pretend to sleep and then pointing in the direction of my room. The message was conveyed but each pony reacted differently. Lil red looks a little sad as she presses a hoof to my leg before saying something in her language. Purple speaks up, waving a hoof. Lil red opens her mouth but stops before pressing her lips shut.

Looking between the two, I quickly get the impression that purple convinced lil red to let me go back to my room. Grateful, I give purple a nod that she returns as I stand up. Turning to face lil red, I almost let out a d’aww at the cute little bird horse, her ears flat as her adorably large, round glasses slid to the tip of her nose.

Gently reaching down, I guided her head up until she was facing me before I quickly pressed the bridge of her glasses up her round snout and batted her nose softly with the tip of my index finger.

Discombobulation

Thoroughly surprised by my action, lil red’s cheeks began to warm before her snout scrunched up in anger and she threw a hoof in my direction. I leapt back causing the white hoof to miss its target as I grin at the pony before offering a wave and jogging off towards my room. I didn’t turn around to see what followed after making my escape but I did hear some giggling.

The walk to my room was short and uneventful. I passed a few ponies who offered a smile or wave as they walked by, and I returned the courtesy. My journey came to an end as I strode up to my room. The hallway was quiet as I turned the handle and entered my room. The door shut behind me with a soft click as I stood glancing around my room, thinking.

What the hell do I do now?

This thought came around every so often, mostly whenever I had down time. Though the castle was large, there were only so many things I could do. Hell, I would have even picked up a book from the library if I could understand it. Letting loose another sigh, I walked to my bed before falling face first into the mattress, content to just lay there. Slowly breathing out through my nose, I could feel my heart start to beat a little slower. Maybe I’ll take a nap.

But before I could slip under the silky covers, my ears focused on a click and creak that came from my door, followed by light hoofsteps. Mentally rolling my eyes, I relaxed as I assumed it was lil red, she was the only one that really came by to hang out, particularly without knocking first. I raised my hand and let out a muffled ‘hey’ but instantly after the air was knocked out of my lungs as a weight landed on my back.

“Ack! Ah, go fuck yourself red-” I started before realizing the pony wasn’t lil red, although she wasn’t a stranger.

From my position, I could spot the prismatic mullet of a blue-winged pony. Rainbow was laying on top of me, her limbs sprawled out as her chest and head rested on my back. Said pony looked worse for wear. Her hair, which was messy last time, seemed particularly unkempt, the feathers of her wings were disheveled, she had bags under her magenta eyes, and I could detect the subtle scent of liquor on her breath as she smiled wryly. Upon making eye contact her wings fluttered at her sides as she licked her chops.

“Oh, hey Rainbow, didn’t think I’d-Heeet!” I was saying before I let out an inhuman noise as I felt a warm, wet sensation on my ear. Rainbow wasn’t here to hang out, and upon realizing this I began to push myself up as the pony began to nip at my earlobe.

Reaching behind my back, I tried to dislodge the bird horse, but to no avail. I probably looked like a complete idiot as I rolled around trying to get the mare off my back and ear, but all my efforts managed to do was encourage her to go for the neck. If I didn’t hurry up, I was gonna have a hickey. Pushing myself onto my feet, I reached behind myself the best I could, my hands finding no purchase on the pony, until I felt a tail brush against my fingers.

Seizing the opportunity, my hand latched onto the tail before yanking. Rainbow let out a loud yelp into my ear before letting go of my back. Grimacing at the volume of her shout, I held a hand to my ear as I turned to face the offender. Hovering in front of me, Rainbow held her tail between her hooves as she gave me a look of annoyance. But her expression quickly morphed from discomfort and annoyance to devious as she let go of her tail and launched forward. Crashing into me, I was sent back into my bed as I landed with a loud Oomph!

The blue bird horse was crouched above me, pressing her face into my chest as she nuzzled me. Though I was happy that she was no longer attached to my back, I wanted to go to sleep. Reaching out to push the mare off of me, my hands were quickly brushed aside by a pair of wings. Surprised at my hands being redirected, I tried to remove the pony once more, and initially I thought I'd succeed, as the pony drew away from my incoming hands. But I was quickly proven wrong as Rainbow quickly launched forward pushing my hands to the sides of my head and bringing her muzzle to my face.

Before I could even process my new position, a pair of soft lips eagerly pressed against mine as my eyes went wide. Rainbow moved her mouth against mine sloppily for a moment before pulling and pressing her muzzle into my neck as she began to lick and nip, the feeling causing me to shiver. My mind finally caught up with what had happened and I quickly took the mare by her shoulders before pushing her off to my right. As soon as the pony above me was gone, I quickly stood up and with a flushed face I looked at the winged horse who was giving me a sultry look over her shoulder.

“Woooow, I gave you the leat fingies once, and now you think I’m down for a booty call whenever do ya?” I questioned. Rainbow gave me a wink and I could feel a vein in my forehead pop out. I let out a groan as I pressed a pair of fingers to the bridge of my nose.

“Agh, dog ducking damning, look you walking pride flag. Let. Me. SLEEP.” The horse responds by raising her ass and flagging her tail.

“Oh go fuck yourself!” I shouted before my hand slapped against the ass being presented to me.

“Horny neigh~”

I could feel my eye start to twitch as I was starting to lose my reasoning. But luckily, even though I would soon be left without common sense, at least I had two back up emotions to rely on. Horniness and anger. Angry horny. Horny anger. Horngry.

Rainbow’s little ass began to shake in excitement as I undid the rope around my waist and pulled off my tunic. Though her rump stopped moving as soon as my weight pressed into her back, pinning her to the bed as I gathered her front hooves in one hand. Without giving her a chance to regret entering my room, I wrapped the rope that held my garment to my body around Rainbow’s front hooves, quickly binding them together.

Eventually realizing what was happening, the bird horse’s wings shot out as she began to squirm under my weight. As soon as her hooves were secured together, the little pony began to speak in her language below me. Snatching up my tunic, I tugged it taut before pulling it into Rainbow’s mouth, muffling her words, before tying a messy knot behind her head.

Rising off of her, I grabbed Rainbow around her barrel before flipping her over and getting in her face. I had a few things to say before I got this show on the road.

oo000OOOO000oo

I am Rainbow Dash, and I think I’ve made a little mistake. My heart was beating out of my chest as he lowered his face to mine. His nose was inches from my own as he stared into my wide eyes. I involuntarily gulped.

The creature in front of me said something that I didn’t understand, his voice coming out as a low growl. My breath hitched for a moment as I felt my marehood wink. Moving himself behind me, he pulled my body against his own. A claw approached my pussy as the other pressed against my chest to keep me still. With bated breath, I watched as his claw neared my marehood as I shivered with excitement.

oo000OOOO000oo

As soon as I was behind the pony, I wasted no time in reaching for her sodden entrance, my fingers quickly sliding into her tight depths. Rainbow whined and nickered as a pair of my fingers pushed in and out of her, stopping every so often to press against the top of her pussy or tease her clit. Rainbow’s walls were unbelievably tight, the intense pressure at times preventing my fingers from moving. But my own intensity was quickly overwhelming the mare as she panted through her gag, and as soon as I had started I could feel the burning walls surrounding my fingers clamp down as a gush of warm liquid splashed against my hand.

Looking down at the mare, Rainbow was breathing ragged breaths as her hindlegs twitched. With a wicked smile, I leaned down to one of Rainbow’s folded ears.

“How didja like that? Well, I hope you can prepare yourself for what's to come~” I sing into her ear. Drawing away, I pulled Rainbow from my lap before rolling her over and onto my bed.

Landing with a soft oof, Rainbow, using her bound forehooves, pressed her head up the best she could to look behind her. But before she could spot me, she jerked forward as I pulled her hips up. With little trouble, I propped her legs up in front of me, her tail wagging all the while. Now that her ass was raised I oriented myself behind her, my length throbbing as it laid atop her rear.

Taking my cock in my hand, I guided my tip to her vulva as I pressed my hips forward, slathering my member in her arousal. The better lubed I was, the faster this would go. As I pressed my hips forward again, my cock received another healthy covering of mare cum. Satisfied with the slickness of my member, I pulled back until the tip rested against Rainbow’s winking lips. With help from my hand, I slowly began to press forward as I pulled Rainbow back, causing my head to pop into her pussy.

The mare moaned loudly through her gag as I gripped Rainbow’s hips. It took a lot not to just push everything in but after a moment, the moans from the pony subsided and I began to move. Pressing forwards, I sunk into Rainbow before pulling back and burying more of myself into her pussy. Drawing my hips back once more, I quickly pressed myself forward until my cock filled the entirety of her sex. The boisterous bird horse whimpered as I held myself in her, a little less than half my length still outside her cozy cavern.

Reaching forward with a hand, I pulled her chin back until she was facing me. Little hearts could be seen dancing in her pupils as her face burned a bright red. She mumbled something, her voice muffled by my tunic in her maw.

“Mmefff mee uufffp~”

I breathed a sigh of relief as my hand stroked her neck. I might not have been able to understand her, but I could tell she was still battle-ready. Now hunched over her body, I began thrusting at a moderate pace, my cock occasionally thumping into the end of her entrance. The two of us groaned and moaned as my cock filled up Rainbow’s pussy again and again.

Leaning down to her head, I spoke into Rainbow’s ear.

“How do you like it… Is this what you wanted… you dog in heat!” I say, accentuating the last part with a slap against her ass, causing the faint layer of fat to ripple.

The gag in Rainbow’s mouth was soaked with saliva as she cried into it, and suddenly I got an idea. Holding the hand I used on Rainbow’s pussy in front of me, I noticed strands of her essence still clinging to my fingers. Undoing the messy knot behind her head, I pull my tunic from Rainbow’s jaw before pressing my middle and ring finger into her mouth.

Letting out a surprised Hmph! Rainbow’s eyes crossed as she looked at my hand before she began to suck on the appendages pressing against her tongue, all the while moaning as I began to plunge into her with greater enthusiasm. My new intensity seemed to be too much for the bound mare, as she began to writhe under me, her head turning upwards as her pussy tried to choke my dick, but to no avail. Waiting for nothing, I continued to pump into Rainbow as she shook beneath me. A familiar feeling in my perineum signaled my impending orgasm that was now on the horizon.

Let’s finish this up!

oo000OOOO000oo

My face was hot as the creature walked away from the table and Princess Twilight’s laughter wasn’t helping. Shaking off my embarrassment the best I could I turn to face the alicorn in front of me.

“Twilight, do you think it’s really a good idea to bring him out with us?” I asked, hoping to move back to the topic at hoof. As her giggles died down, Twilight collected herself, sitting straighter in her seat before replying to me.

“Of course it’ll be a good idea. We’re going out to find his nest, wouldn’t it be weird to not bring the owner along?”

Twilight had a good point, but I still wasn’t sure I wanted him to come along.

“Sure, that’s true, but we could investigate his home and get there just as quickly without taking him, it’s just… more complicated if we bring him…” I say, not truly believing in my words. I could already imagine what Twilight Sparkle will say next, something about getting him outside the castle and observing his behavior. I look down to the map of the Everfree forest as I await Twilight’s response.

“He may not need to come, but I really don’t feel that leaving him out of this expedition would be fair to him. He may have something he keeps there that’s really precious to him, and besides, you’ve seen him around the castle. He’s getting more restless as the days go by. We’ve been keeping him in the castle for long enough, he needs to be able to stretch his legs at least every once and a while,” Twilight stated, causing me to sink in my seat.

She wasn’t wrong at all, if anything I was, for trying to keep him from leaving the castle. It was just… Even though I knew, ever since the day we first met, he wasn’t just another wild animal. I don’t trust him. I didn’t trust him not to run away once he was back in the forest, to not bound away and out of sight, never to return. That thought scared me.

I tried to say something, but I felt the words die in my throat as I struggled to tell the princess why I felt this way. Before I could manage to say anything, Princess Twilight broke the silence.

“I know that you… care very much about the creature, but try not to worry, Feather Pen. We’ll be perfectly fine and the three of us will be back in Ponyville before you know it!” Twilight said, attempting to comfort me. My glum expression broke as a small smile worked its way into my lips and I nodded at Twilight’s words.

“Thank you Twilight, you’re right, this trip into the Everfree would be great for all of us, but I… I just worry sometimes,” I say before letting out a tired sigh. With my gaze cast downwards, I don’t see the outstretched hoof that pressed against mine. Glancing up, I’m greeted by Twilight’s soft comforting gaze.

“It’s okay to feel that way. And Feather, if you ever need somepony to talk to, I’d be glad to listen,” she finished with a warm smile. The emotion from the gesture was clear as day and I quickly rubbed my eyes with my free hoof before looking back at Twilight with a brighter smile.

“I’ll hold it to ya!” I say with a small laugh. Turning our attention back to the map, we discussed back and forth the area the creature had set up camp and created a rough sketch of the trail we would take to get there. Red pen marks were strewn all across the map and by the time we finished we had just finished creating an itinerary and packing list for the expedition. If weather permits, we will be trekking through the Everfree seven days from now.

Collecting the map in her magic, the both of us decided to pay the creature a visit. Originally, I intended to go visit him, alone, as I’d done the last few days, but oddly enough Twilight seemed adamant that she join me.

“A reason? Oh, I just want to try and be around the creature, like you! The two of you seem to have a… nice relationship, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little interested in getting to know him!” Was what Twilight said. I didn’t quite believe her, but Twilight has been a kind and helpful mare all throughout the creature’s time in the castle, so I didn’t see a reason to worry about her reasoning, as dubious as it sounded.

As we walked through the corridors in silence, I noticed the sun had just passed the horizon as the orange rays of light began to retreat with the star. The few minutes it had taken to get to the creature’s room had gone by silently, but neither of us seemed to mind. Arriving at his door, the both of us stood in front of the entrance, waiting for somepony to say something. I was the first to break the silence.

“Alright, let's see how he’s doing tonight,” I say, reaching out to the handle.

“W-wait! Shouldn’t we, you know, knock first?” Twilight reasoned. My hoof stopped and I turned my head to speak to Twilight.

“Well, I usually just come in without knocking, it doesn’t bother him and that’s just part of how we are.”

“Umm, but… But what if he’s busy! It would be rude to just enter when he’s busy, right?” Twilight asks, a worried look on her face. I opened my mouth to rebuke her point, but before I said anything, I stopped myself. I let out a sigh and lightly shook my head.

“Alright, I’ll give it a knock first,” I say as I rapped my hoof on the door. Immediately after, I reached for the handle, still looking at Twilight as I continued.

“But I doubt we would be interrupting anything, after all he doesn’t have much to do-,” I said before I began to choke on my words. Inside the creature’s room, I had expected him to be napping or passing the time with some exercises, not burying himself in a mare.

Twilight and I were caribou in train lights as we stared slack-jawed at none other than Rainbow Dash being mounted by the creature. Moaning around the creature’s claw, Rainbow Dash had a debauched look etched onto her features as she rocked back and forth. The creature was hunched over the Element of Loyalty, pressing one claw on the mare’s back, keeping her chest to the bed, while his other claw was held between Rainbow’s lips. What’s worse was the fact neither of them seemed to even notice us.

“I-I-I-I’m gonna go collect some data- I mean sort data! Sort of watch- ah!” Twilight squealed before disappearing in a flash of light leaving me all alone in front of the two. The purple flash of light had managed to at least get the attention of one of them as Rainbow Dash’s glazed-over eyes managed to focus on me.

“OoHoo, Fea~thERR! Didn’t AHHH~ s-see ya there,” the mare barely managed to say through the claws of the creature.

I stood unmoving, my brain desperately trying to process what was happening in front of me. Thankfully my mind eventually caught up with the situation, and in an instant, I barely managed to force down a tear that threatened to roll down my cheek and angrily marched over to the bed. As I approached the bed, the creature seemed to notice me as his thrusts began to slow and eventually stop as he watched me march closer. Without missing a single beat I climbed onto the bed before planting my hooves on his shoulders and shoved him back and off of Rainbow Dash. Now both of them were looking at me, surprise painted on both of their faces.

“Neither of you are going to get any sleep tonight!”

oo000OOOO000oo

For the first time in months I woke up after sunrise. The blinding rays of light falling straight onto my face caused me to wake as I slowly blink my eyes open. Now staring at the ceiling I closed my eyes before taking a deep breath in and letting it out, the exhale coming out a little raspy. I didn’t plan on staying in bed all day so I began to sit up in the bed before an intense feeling of soreness gripped my body and I let out a groan of discomfort.

Why am I feeling so damn sore anyways? Rallying what cells existed in the smooth brain of mine, I closed my eyes as I tried to remember what happened the night before.

“Oh, right...” I say as I purse my lips as the memories come flooding back. Lil red had busted in right as I was about to bust in rainbow and she… I would say lil red joined the fun, but I think, assuming command, describes what actually happened better.

Right, if I was with those two, then that means… I look down at the weights on my arm and chest. Latched to my right arm was rainbow, though, rather than pressing her head to my shoulder her head was by my hand and her mouth had a finger in it while her rear was facing my face.

“Ew.” Trying to pull my thumb from her lips caused her face to scrunch up in discomfort as I could feel her teeth beginning to dig into my finger. I groaned once more and decided to leave my limb in possession of the pegasus.

As I shifted focus to my chest, I noticed the light breaths coming from the other mare in bed with me. Lil red had her head resting on my chest while the rest of her body was curled up like a cat next to me.

“Now that’s too fuckin’ adorable,” I whispered as I gingerly moved a hand to her head. Her hair was disheveled but that only made the lil bird horse cuter. As my hand made contact with the pony, her body seemed to respond to my touch as she shifted closer and unconsciously rubbed her muzzle against me before settling back down. Gently, I began to pull my fingers through her hair, creating order in the chaotic mass of red as I brushed her hair out of her face.

As I continued to drag my digits through her soft hair, lil red began to shift again, uncurling herself slightly. I pulled my hand away from her hair to let her sleep without any distractions, but as my hand settled down to my side lil red continued to squirm. Mumbling in her sleep, her face scrunched up like rainbow’s but her expression seemed desperate as her hooves began to paw at something that wasn’t there.

Glancing back to my hand, I decide to test a theory as I place my hand against the lil red’s face. The reaction was almost instant as her hooves moved to grab the limb and the expression of discomfort from a moment ago was replaced with a small smile.

Well now I really can’t get out of bed. Letting my head fall back against my pillow, I decide to make an exception and sleep in for the day. Letting out an amused snort, I closed my eyes as I began to fall back asleep.

oo000OOOO000oo

Blinking my eyes as I woke up, I sat myself up as my mind began to boot up. After realizing I existed, I sluggishly turned my head to the right, spotting Feather Pen, Rainbow Dash, and the creature sleeping peacefully in the crystal ball.

Rising onto shaky legs, images of what I witnessed last night flashed through my head causing my wings to twitch. The show the three put on last night was, well, if it were to be described, I could probably be Equestria’s next bestselling erotica author. Even after discovering Feather Pen had an arrangement with the creature, I had no idea the usually professional pegasus was capable of doing all those things with her wings, hooves, and tongue. Suddenly, I remembered Feather Pen’s resume and specifically what university she had graduated from.

“Heh, I guess they don’t call it Rutgers for nothing,” I dryly commented with a hint of bitterness as I began to stumble towards a day-old pot of coffee.

Even though I had only watched the action from the safety of my room, I had woken up stiff, having fallen asleep on the floor while watching the three of them procreate. Skipping the mug altogether, I held the pot of coffee in my magical grasp and downed the remaining content before walking to my unmade bed and slumping onto the mattress.

Rolling onto my back, I just stared at the ceiling as the caffeine began to flow through my body. I didn’t think of anything particular as I laid there, I was fine just to stare up at the roof as the weight of exhaustion began to leave my body. This went on for a few minutes until a thought suddenly occurred to me. Pressing my hooves to my eyes and letting out a loud groan, I remembered just how many test tubes had been sacrificed for my pleasure the night before, even that poor Erlenmare flask. Shame and guilt washed over me as I curled up in a ball and sniffled a bit before whining.

“I need to get laid...”

Author's Note

Anyway, that's that. All done with this one. Now I just have to see if anyone wants a sequel...

Also, a big thanks to Winter Star and Nedragesor for their help in editing and proofreading this chapter!

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