Spy Work in Ponyville

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.