Washout Cavern

by Vinyl Snatch

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Romance, Porn, Limestone Pie, Profanity, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3788

The Washout’s train in the Pie family Cavern and Limestome Pie has to foalsit them. She didn’t know how rambunctious they get, especially Rolling Thunder.

Limestone has to take these annoying pegasi to the family cavern so they can train. A battle of power ensues between her, Short Fuse and Rolling Thunder. Short Fuse was easy to quell but Rolling Thunder isn’t fighting fair. The heat turns up as the pegasus’s antics start working. Written for Summer of Sin Event as a gift for Thundercloud. Enjoy. Bet you didn’t know it was me. :ajsmug:

For my other fans, this was a less wholesome piece than I normally write but still used one of my beloved Pies.

Contains :,mare on mare on stallion, oral, blow jobs

Published 2021-07-30 20:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2021-07-30 20:20:00 UTC

Playing in caves

Tours were annoying. Limestone couldn’t stand them. They were part of running the farm, though, so she normally had to do it. Marble was off somewhere—which was probably for the best, since she didn’t add much to the tour anyway. Still, it would have been nice to have somepony else with her.

This couple was especially annoying. They kept going on and on about the next show they were going to do. Some sort of aerial show. Sounded dumb. You see one pegasus fly around, you've seen them all. Those airheads wouldn’t know an amethyst geode if it bit them on the ass. They were always looking down on her.

Limestone chuckled to herself. The bright red pegasus behind her was some sort of miniature pony. What he lacked in height, brains, personality, and everything else, he made up for by being really fucking loud. Limestone could understand some agitation, but this was just whiny bitching at 1000 decibels. If he didn’t shut the fuck up, she would have to give him more to cry about.

The other pegasus was his opposite: Tall, lanky, and much, much quieter. Though, when the mare did speak, she had an odd accent. Limestone didn’t know where it was from, and she didn’t care. Some place other ponies would go. Ponies who weren’t her.

“Can you believe this, Rolling?!” the angry red thing shouted. “Lightning Dust wants to use these caves for training, and she doesn’t even fucking show!”

“Now now, Short, the boss probably has a good reason not to show,” the tall one said with her stupid voice.

“She knows I hate being underground. There’s no room to fly in here! How does she expect us to train?”

“You have plenty of room to fly,” Rolling reminded with a light hoof to his back. “You especially.”

What a whiny bastard. If she was half as miserable as this pegasus, she would fly straight into a mountain and be done with it. If he kept it up, she would slam him into one instead.

“Hey! Farm pony!” Short fuse bellowed like she was some sort of servant. “Let’s do this tour thing. Come on already!”

Limestone ground her teeth. It was all she could think of to avoid bucking him in the face; something she wasn’t supposed to do anymore. Pa was very clear on that.

“Hey! What the fuck?! Are you going to talk at all?! What kind of tour is this?!”

Limestone could feel every sinew in her densely built body tighten. She stopped suddenly and turned. She sized up both of her charges. She could feel the pure hatred leaking from that stare.

“First off, Shorty,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “I have a fucking name. Limestone. Pie. Secondly, you have to keep quiet or the cave might fall in. This area is very unstable.”

“Wow, what a bi—“

“Thanks for having us, mate,” Rolling jumped in. “I’m Rolling Thunder, and this little guy is Short Fuse. We’re from the Washouts: flying daredevils. We both appreciate you taking the time ta show us your digs.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t actually dig it. Most of these caves were made by water erosion. Then sediments ran down with the water, and formed these deposits we call stalagmites and stalactites.”

“Why do I need to know this shi—“

“That’s mighty fascinating, Limestone,” the distracting pegasus said. “What is the difference between stalactites and stalagmites anyway? I always wondered.”

Limestone’s eyes stabbed at the short companion who was struggling to speak, but returned to Rolling. “Stalagmites are on the ground and stalactites are on the ceiling. That’s the only real difference. The water either releases its sediment on the ceiling and it builds there or it lands on the ground and builds there.”

“This would be oh so fascinating if we gave a shi—“

“So,” Rolling said, ”uhh, I’m sorry my mate here is so rude. But, uh, if you can show us the intended flight plan, he’d appreciate it. As would I.”

Rolling ended her last comment with a wink. Was some pegasus Limestone never heard of giving winks supposed to be impressive? It wasn’t. Well, it wasn't all that impressive. Still, the way the mare’s eyes gleamed in the cave wasn’t all that bad.

“Ok, ok, enough eye fucking each other, show us the plan already. Fuck!” The tiny pegasus’s feet stamped on the ground like a foal.

“Fine! You want the plan!” she shouted, whipping the rolled up scroll from her bag. “I’ll shove it right up your little butt!”

“What?!”

Short Fuse was in the air in Limestone’s face in an instant. His eyes were a blaze of fury. The farm pony was not impressed.

“Did I stutter? Or did the words go over your head?!” Limestone replied flatly. Her hooves prepared to open fire.

“OF ALL THE RUDE, CONDESCENDING, TOTAL BITCH TOUR GUIDES YOU TAKE THE FUCKING CAKE LADY!” Short Fuse spat in her face.

“Are you done, Shorty?” Limestone said, her voice betrayed the smallest hint of the fury she was going to unleash on him.

The tiny pegasus opened his mouth to reply but a pair of purple hooves grabbed in mid flight. “Let me go, let me go!”

“Sorry mate,” Rolling sighed, then in a hushed tone. “You’re gonna get yourself killed on this one.”

“What do you mean?!” hissed Short Fuse, though he kept his voice equally quiet.

“Do you have eyes, mate?! She’s not going to back down, and those legs look like they’re made of rock themselves. She’s struggling to keep it together, to boot.”

Short looked up at the ensnaring pegasus and then at the solid mass of earth pony fury in front. “And you know this how?”

“The muscles,” Rolling explained as she sized up Limestone for the umpteenth time it felt like. “You don’t see how she’s tensing and bulging? That’s fury, mate. You’re going to be crushed to death if you keep it up.”

Short Fuse rolled his eyes but stared at the rippling muscles of his tour guide. She stared at him with a low simmer in her eyes, ready to pounce at a moment's notice.

“Are you two love bugs going to keep cuddling over there, or do you want to look at these plans you demanded?” The snark was palatable in Limestone’s voice.

“Fine,” whined the annoying titmouse. He got up and walked over to the map, never taking his eyes off the tour guide. Rolling smiled, and sauntered up with a little swag. What was her angle?

“This is the route your crazy, narcissistic leader wants you to fly. I’m going to be there the whole time to make sure you don’t kill yourselves in your stupidity.”

It was not an easy feat. The tunnels had multiple hazards, including various holes that led nowhere but an early grave. Lightning Dust had specifically told Limestone not to give warnings or mark those tunnels. The Wash... whatever wanted her teammates to be prepared for anything; she’d said that the possibility of death helped sharpen their focus.

Sounds like these two need a bop to the head to set their crazy brains right.

“Ok,” cried Short Fuse, “let’s do this.”

“You won’t beat me,” Rolling challenged. “And I think I’ll be able to charm this lass off her hooves by the end of this.”

Before Limestone could retort with a heartbreaking statement, the two pegasi rocketed off through the tunnels. The earth pony cocked an eyebrow. Their launch speed alone should have broken both of their necks. Not even Pinkie’s bragging friend Rainbow Dash did that.

Still, they had only just begun. Limestone kept her hooves on the makeshift trauma bag that she put together for the caves. If that failed, at least she had a collection of sponges that would soak up the mess.

She sat down in the main connecting tunnel and waited while listening eagerly for the sound of that little shithead squishing in the cavern wall. All she heard was the vacuum of collapsing air that the speedsters left in their wake.

She found herself snorting in annoyance. She didn’t want these two to be as impressive as they were, but she found herself interested in the high flying antics of the duo. She could only see the streaks of mane and tail as they rushed around the cavern.

The air crashed around her as they rushed at her at dumbass speeds. She felt herself hugging the earth as they whooshed by, a playful slap jiggled her flank as they raced by.

“Hey! Who the fuck do you think you are?!” she filled the cavern with her voice.

Another whoosh brought the words,”You’ll find out when we’re done, love.”

What was that strangely-accented pony implying? Find what out? It was a strange playfulness that Limestone wasn’t used to. Ponies either ran from her or got crushed beneath her hooves. They didn’t ‘play’ with her, and they never even thought of touching her.

“Well, don’t you dare touch my flank again!”

The wind blew by and Limestone felt a light smack as her other flank jiggled. This was too much, she didn’t come out here to be harassed.

“You keep that up and I’ll let you bleed to death when you crash in my cave!”

“Oh, I won’t be crashing in your cave, love,” the cavern echoed. “I’ll be petting it!”

“Petting my—?” Limestone’s cheeks reddened. “What?! What kind of pegasus are you? You think you can just come here and, and… seduce me?!”

The air didn’t answer again. In fact, the cavern was oddly still all of a sudden.

Limestone listened intently. The blood pumping through her ears was so loud that it made it hard to hear anything, but there was no motion. No movement. No sounds.

Did they crash, or—

The wind rushed around her again, but as it passed this time, it placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

Limestone was dumbstruck. All her retorts died in her throat, stolen by that other pair of lips. Even her righteous fury got carried away by that breeze.

She wasn’t used to this tactic. Ponies fought her and she fought them, that was normal. She showed them she wasn’t a pony to be messed with. But this was out of her realm. Flank pats? Kisses? Offers to... she couldn’t be swayed by such a—

The wind rushed by but she was ready for it. The pegasus streaked through the cavern and Limestone reared up to catch her.

The wind stopped and the pegasus fully accepted the embrace from the bewildered farm pony. She leaned her warm, strong frame into the tough, built cage and giggled.

“I know you're excited, love, but you have to wait a little bit longer,” she purred into Limestone’s ear. “I’ll give you just a little taste though.”

Limestone’s anger fully died as the Washout easily reached out and began to nibble on her ear. It was her weakness—her legs turned to jelly, and her breathing increased. Her face flushed a mixture of red and white.

Her secret had been discovered. She didn’t know how to fight this. She didn’t want to fight this. All her thoughts puffed out with a startled and breathy, “Oh.”

“Ooo, I got ya now,” whispered Rolling into the saliva-soaked ear. “You’ll like this, I promise. That’s a Washout guarantee.”

Limestone began to pull away from her captor, but the pegasus was faster than anything she’d ever encountered. Rolling was nibbling her other ear in seconds flat, and Limestone could only squeeze that lithe body in her forehooves.

“Now you’re getting it,” that seductive voice cooed. “Two more fast laps and this will go a lot further.”

“But what about—“

The wind took her voice away again, and left her with a need she’d never known. It felt warm and fuzzy. It was lightning through her body. Tingles found their ways into places that she’d never felt before.

She backed out of the main cavern hall. No way anypony else should see her like this. Especially that little red shithead. She wondered where he went.

The wind screamed around the cavern at mach 2. Limestone couldn’t get her tail to relax. It popped up despite her harshest glare. Though for it it looked more flustered than anything else.

She was about to sigh when her flanks were lightly tapped, and her tail gently pulled. The farm pony reeled around and ran right into the awaiting lips of Rolling.

This time the pegasus held the kiss. She wrapped her hooves around the utterly lost tour guide and pulled her close.

Moments dragged, but the kiss remained burned into Limestone’s mind. That wasn’t the only thing that burned at that moment. She shuffled awkwardly to try and hide her need. The washout tracked her, though, and seemed to know all too well.

“Now that I have your attention,” Rolling said, finally allowing Limestone to breathe. “There is a little game I’d like you to play. You will be rewarded for your efforts.”

The pegasus’s face glided alongside the earth mare and showed her meaning on the grey trembling ears. The poor farm pony nearly collapsed. The bites were a lot harder, but that only meant more pleasure.

“Are you ready, love?”

“Y-yes,” the unsteady mare agreed.

“So, I want you to think of yourself as mine. Ok? I will ask you to do things, and if you do a good job, you’ll have more fun,” Rolling’s tone took on a more commanding tone. She was used to this type of thing—Limestone was a complete newbie. “Now kiss me, and mean it.”

Limestone was all too eager to fulfill her request. Her rough lips locked onto her windswept counterpart. Her excitement gushed forth and her tongue found its dancing partner inside a much warmer and moister cave. All too soon, the charged Washout broke it off.

“Now, have you ever done anything like this before?”

Limestone shook her head.

“Ok. I’ll let you feel how it’s done first. Lay on your back,” the command was issued. Limestone readily obeyed. The pegasus looked down on her craig with a discerning lustful eye.

“You poor pony. This has never been touched, has it?”

Limestone shook her head.

“We’ll see what we can do about that.”

“But what about Short—“

“Quiet!” Rolling barked in her strange accent. “This is where the only sounds you make are from my gifts.” Her voice was firm, but still retained a hint of playfulness.

Rolling Thunder never answered the question. Instead, her head dipped down to where Limestone could barely see. Then it happened: A moist, warm tongue slid between her lower cleavage. Her crack began to swell and widen. She felt like a geode opening for the first time. Her crystal bounty was exposed.

The pegasus took her time and began to rim around Limestone’s sensitive boulder. She lapped and flicked it with such a light sensation that Limestone could barely feel anything else.

“Do you know what it feels like now, Love?” The pegasus looked back at her, licking her lips clean of her swollen stalagmite. Limestone nodded. But she wanted to learn more. So much more.

“Now that you know your reward, we're going to play another game.”

Limestone breathlessly looked at the pony between her legs. Her normally tight face was slack and smooth. But the concern started to settle on to that surface.

“You’re gonna love this,” Rolling assured with another wink. She clopped her hooves together and a form appeared around the rocky corner. The aroused pony recognized the little silhouette easily: It was both bulky and puny.

The dim cavern light reached Short Fuse’s smirking face. Limestone quickly began to get up.

“Oh no you don’t,” scoffed Short. “I haven’t even started yet. I can’t wait to make you squeal in delight.”

The fury started to return to the earth pony’s body. This insufferable pipsqueak was going to shatter under her hooves. Nopony talks to Limestone Pie like that and keeps breathing.

Before the avenging hoof of doom could even rise, Rolling shouted. “Wipe that smirk off your face!”

“What?” Short Fuse’s eyes bulged in surprise.

“This one’s mine, mate, her cave is off limits. It is mine, do you understand?”

“But I… she needs...”

“I will decide what she needs, not you! Isn’t that right, my little gem?”

Limestone opened her mouth to speak but received a nibble on her neck. It was a spot that was almost more arousing than her ears. She didn’t even know that spot existed. She nodded her agreement.

“But, but I’m a higher rank than her,” stammered the stupid red pony.

“No! She’s above you in my eyes. Her cavern is forbidden to you. Only I can enter it.”

“But…” tears started well up in his eyes.

“You were rude, and now you will be punished.”

“Please …no!”

Limestone smiled her sadistic smile. She had a fitting punishment in mind and it would be epic. She turned to the pegasus of pleasures. She knew the score now. And she liked it.

“Mistress?” she asked.

“You learn quick, Limestone,” Rolling said with true admiration. “What is it?”

“Can I punish him?” The question was followed by a smile that told her ‘master’ everything.

“Well… that sounds right. You were the offended party. What did you have in mind?”

Limestone turned to the quaking pegasus in front of her. Her eyes shone with malice. “Lie down on your back, little pony.”

Short Fuse didn’t hesitate and did as instructed. Limestone was pleased he was so well trained. He knew his place and wouldn’t question it again.

The farm pony laid on her barrel and placed her head between his legs. Short Fuse quivered in fear and confusion. Limestone snorted, blowing her heat over his flag pole. She looked down on his half sized copilot. Despite the fear, it still stood at attention.

Limestone hesitated a moment longer, then struck with her mouth. Her tongue lashed around the stubby landing gear and began to lather it in thick moisture.

The little Washout was surprised but relaxed, the long strokes from his punisher lulled his fears. He heaved as his bulbous cap disappeared into the farm pony’s mouth. Limestone was no slouch; her fury was equal to her passion.

The earth pony was momentarily caught off guard as her mistress’s tongue entered her steaming rift. It dug deep into her fertile soil, finding pleasing minerals all around. Finally the master settled on Limestone’s prize jewel. She began to suck and draw the gem into her mouth so tenderly that Limestone felt it was tracing her soul.

A moan escaped the earth mare, and it traveled into the red pegasus’s shaft. Short Fuse just groaned in response. His luggage started to swell and bulge. Limestone briefly paused to run her tongue along it, too, then resumed her piston action.

Short Fuse began to quiver and shake. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. He felt the steam rising in his rudder. Then it stopped. The entire process grinded to a halt. He looked down and saw Limestone smirk her most evil of evil smirks.

“No... but I was...” gasped the irate pegasus. Pain filled his baggage, and shot through to his color guard of two. The little pegasus howled in agony, while that evil face just smiled wider. It lived off his pain.

“You have been punished,” the smile finally said. It laughed a dark evil laugh.

Pain filled the pegasus’s body, and he rushed to find a place to release his fire. Nothing but rocks greeted him. He took off, but the air exhaust hose was still prominent.

“Wow, that was awful, mate,” Rolling said, pausing her pleasurable activities for a moment. “But he deserved it. And I couldn’t help but notice how much wetter ya got watching him squirm. But I better finish you off so you don’t have the same problem.”

The tongue entered even deeper than before, and Limestone didn’t have time to wonder why torturing Short Fuse had excited her. Waves of pleasure quaked through her body. A cave in was imminent.

The cavern was filled with her moans. The sound would bounce back in odd octaves. Limestone’s seismometer redlined. Her entire body spasmed as she frantically reached for anything to squeeze or bite. There was nothing, so her final vibration was filled with sound.

“There, wasn’t that nice?” Rolling said, her accent exciting the trembling mare further.

“Huff huff, your turn,” the sweating pony breathlessly wheezed.

“I don’t normally receive, I’m a giver. Just how I get my jollies.”

Limestone looked back. She wanted to show the pegasus just how much she learned. It didn’t seem right to feel beholden to her. Her face said it all.

“Alright, alright, don’t give me that cute look,” Rolling relented with a smile. “It’s been a while since I had somepony in my hangar. Besides, you need something to get that taste out of your mouth.”

The Washout rolled onto her back and spread eagle with no shame whatsoever. Her flight deck was steadily glistening. It smelled like a freezing breeze.

Limestone placed a hoof under each flank and pulled the pegasus close. Her tongue graced the edges of the under carriage then plowed in. What she didn’t have in technique, she tried to make up for in passion. Her tongue probed deep into the hot bay. It filled her entire mouth with that breezy flavor.

Rolling’s face lit up like a Hearth’s Warming tree. A moan escaped it. Her runway filled with fluid. Fire suppressant poured onto the cavern floor. Her forehooves wrapped around the back of the earth pony’s head.

Limestone plunged hard and fast. She entered in a flurry and would not let up until the pony cried uncle, or at least cried. Each moan pushed her further forward. Her face was tugged deeper into the flowing tarmac. She liked that. The soft, quivering target pushed itself along her tongue and bounded off her snout a few times.

The hanger started to collapse in. The pressure on the earth mare’s tongue felt like a well oiled turbine drawing her in. The hooves on her neck tightened and stopped relaxing. The moans roared out in a scream. Rolling jettisoned, leaving Limestone with a mouth full of g spot force.

“Oooooo… that was great!” The Washout sighed as her body melted into the floor. “You are really good at that. Maybe I’ll have to come back. Take another flight through your cavern.”

“Leave the little copilot at home next time,” suggested Limestone. “And be ready; you’re not the only one who’ll be training.”