'Gray the Necromancer - The beginning'

Written by: Black--Soul

Chapter 6 - Not to lovely struggels

A love induced sniffing run trough her fur, a burst of air exitingly left her lovers nostrils. Faithful scratched his neck in affection, her lover softly growled under her touch, clearly enjoying the attention she was giving him. She sighed, her dreams never were that fullfilling. Or wholesome.

The new head mare flicked her absolutly drenched tail. He sure made her first rutting very special. It was nothing like her mother warned her about. Apparently bigger isn't nessesary better. Her special somepony who isn't actually a pony sure made every inch of his stallionhood count double.

Turning her head slightly to look around, revealed everypony watching her in respect and awe. From one day to another she become a leading herd mare instead of just being a unclaimed or simpel one time impregnated mare. Especially at her young age.
Normaly the older more experienced and wiser mare get to claim a new stallion first. Just good they got cold hooves, only because he was a predator and was considered dangerous by default.
Now... he was her predator, she smirked.
The oldest pony that wasn't a stallion she ever hear from was seventy five before a Griffon raiding party killed the oldest mare elder in a savage attack.
She herself was sixteen this summer and had her Cutie Mark just four summers prior manifested by protecting other mares from a thunderstrike rained down by Griffon attackers.

Her outright immunity to thunder discharges after getting her Cutie Mark earned her the thunderstorm dispersing duty. While lothed by the Pegasus in general, do to it being able to kill a winged being in many ways, she actually loved the thrill. Earning her a modicum of respect by all other mares, was a pleasent side benefit. By the time she herself would be a elder she might have enough supporters and foals birthed to split from the one hundred strong overall population of her normadic community.
Well, actually onehundred and three do to the two wild mares and her lover joining it soon. Foals not counting in the calculation since unfortunately it wasn't to uncommon for a foal to never reach adulthood with breeding age.

Faithful Wings father left his tent, when he heard his only filly scream in passion. Apparently the airheaded filly was good for something else than busting clouds after all. He cared for his only foal health, but his head mare was a dissapointment.
She was rutted for seventeen summers now in weekly distances, yet she only bear him one foal. If it would have been a colt at least... how disappointing.

Perhaps he should'nt left her behind after the last big raider attack when there foal was born and there defensive formation shattered. Yet one don't usualy dismiss his head mares orders in time of danger and survive to regret it. But he literally is one of now seven stallions in a community of a hundred ponys overall population.

Six pony stallions, composed of one winged Thestral, one unicorn thestral and 3 pegasus ponys and than himself as Unicorn with earthpony statue. Yet they denied him time and time again to breed. The hell do they think there doing to there survival rate?
If the Griffon's ever attack the stallions for real instead of pretending, as to get pony mares to charge into death and fill there pantry, rather than risking one stallion getting lost, would they lose the option to reproduce without stealing other Stallions or getting assimilated into other Community's.

Anyway... His now useless head mare for his plans must have been harder injured than expected, when she never bear him another foal. She might be a unriveld lover, but survival demands offspring.

As if it wasn't bad enough that she could'nt for some reason find a ~~replacment~~ fellow mare to ~~his~~ their herd. The other stallions keep the free mares to themself, even when not impregnated. What a waste! The foals he could have rutted into every singel mare that wasn't impregnated by others would have there numbers grow strongly.
If they follow his advice of leaving filly's behind or even better, trade them away for goods the Griffons or Yak produce and instead focus on raising colts into stallions, they as a Community could not just defend themself better, but breed enough numbers to kill any Griffon raiders they inevitable encounter in the future. Especially in the valley surrounded by mountens.

Why trade with non ponys when they could do it like Griffon raiders with sufficent numbers and take what the herds need after killing the owners of the needed goods. Also there is more food availability when rivels don't life to eat them.

This docile predator should aid him well, willingly or coerced. After all predators need meat and Griffons are feathers, bones and meat. When the meat eater rutted his daughter into submission and exhausted himself, would he accending himself in rank by defeating the newcomer.
Starting one mare at a time. Beginning by using this predator docile nature to fight himself to the second lowest standing. Soon he would spread his seed and plant his future as to harvest it's fruitful results. Prey over Predator superiority!

Gabriel watched the other ponys for a moment. It was strange to him how they stopped fooling around with one another and instead watch them fucking. Kinky ponys apparently know to enjoy a good show.

Well, if they keep watching the newest herd, than they would get one hell of a demonstration. Giving the rest of the ponies one last look, did Gabriel prepared to get his rocks of the gentleman way. He would bring human love making to them. Pretty sure so he thought, gentle lovers are a alien concept to the ponies. Phantasies of many kinds would be born tonight.

Faithful Wings grow slightly dissapointed when her lover left her embrace. She grow further confused why he would hold her body upside down. Her legs might be trembling, but that was more from the lust and adneraline rushing trough her than fatigue.
When her snuggling lover drive his muzzle down her chest fluff, did she wondered what he was up to. So far he surprised her in the most entertaining way. Also she feel physicaly very empty. No sticky stallion seed seeping out of her, she didn't feel thickness in her core like her mother discribed her fathers seed to fill her noticable. Perhaps predato-
O by the creator, her predator was nibbeling her crouchboobs like a foal. What is going on?
Did she wondered.

Gabriel lost his first bet. Perhaps he should'nt have rutted her that hard. Her sensations are to overstimulated to enjoy some gentle love nibbels. Obviously he should leave the gentleman lover rest for tonight and upgrade to foreplay.
He would make her a puddle of pleasure once more. After all, a male always get more action from a girlfriend coming back for more ~♡

Her lover was seemingly enjoying himself somehow, she was to exhausted to pay to mutch attenting to... O dear thunderclouds, he was nipping her cherrrrryyyyy~♡

Now he was in his game, making her sing or rather neigh in pleasure.

Brow furrowed, Faithful Wings father's gaze sweeping the surrounding ponies more carefully, finally realizing something.

All his rivels apparently feard the docile predator enough to stay in there herds respective tents.
Perhaps he could claim a mare or two before they can interfere again.
He was really thankfull for overhearing his head mare and his daughter to argue how unusual docile this predator acted.

Gabriel got a gracefull squirt to the face for his reward. When he drive his mare once more to bliss beyond her limits. The passion driven new stud did noticed some commotion in the pony ranks. He suspected mares envy his mate.
Than for some reason his marecum drowned mind couldn't decifer what happend, did a pony decide to gallop toward him. If he would'nt come to a stop soon would they collide with one another, did Gabriel absence minded thought.

And most violently did they go down in a heap of limbs.

To Faithful Wings horror did her father just tackle her lover in the middle of there union. She was still to exhausted to stand let alone stop him in any kind. Or even to guess why her father attack a predator in the first place. It's way to dangerous for a stallion in general to do more than fight for ranking inside...

O buck, he is going to challange him now of all times? The Pegasus was fuming for having her initiation interrupted. She was literally about to get claimed for hailstorms sake.
Where was the rest of the stallions anyway.
Normaly they be present. Did her predator frighten the elders after all so mutch they would ignore any commotion? Than again she had no time informing anyone besides her mother about this predatory stallions docile nature.

Gabriel was cursing up a storm inside his head. Of course her father and / or brother would grow aggrovated hearing his daughter / sibling neigh for minutes on end.
For all he know, someone told him he was hurting her or he was overdoing it. Or perhaps it's something entirely different? Perhaps a ex-~~boy~~ coltfriend.
Hard to tell in general, since he had no way of telling strangers from familie members apart.
Especially when the Illumination of the sun was almost gone.

He wondered if the days grow shorter for some reason. A mystery for another time...
Should he fight back or retreat for the time being?

Faithful Wings father had the predator on the run, he evade his body charges and horn blasts so far. But as long as he did a good enough show for the mares, could he claim a random mare for himself.
Any worked up singel mare without foal would do for his plans.
Strange how this predatory stallion seemingly was feared by everypony.
Despite his size, he didn't seem to dangerous to the unicorn stallion. Perhaps the mares overstate predators other than Griffons and Blood Bunnys after all, guessed the very spoiled horned stallion.

Gabriel was really starting to contemplate to fight back. Father, brother or what ever. When the stallion started to throw fucking laser or plasma beams at him, he really needed to overthink if running the pacifist route was actually viable.

Pinkie Pie was about to headbutt that stallion behind her. He ignored her attempt to ignore his advanced towards her.
If Starlight wasn't out cold she didn't have to ward stallion of to rut her defenseless body, while she could defend herself, it wasn't very funny to have to do so in the first place. Who would be so evil as to rut a mare clearly hurt, that can't as mutch as reposition her tail back behind her nethers.

Perhaps she should channel her internal Fluttershy to force a stop to this situation. She didn't even had time to befriend the main character. Already missing out on the Blood Bunny struggle to keep Starlight save. Perhaps messing up the script was a bad idea after all.

Perhaps the Author was annoying her for the sole reason to get her back for undoing a minor boss fight. What was the point of it anyway?
She wondered.

The Author really regrets Pinkie Pie's intervention. Now he finaly understand the true struggle of the 'Stanley parable'.

Faithful father was starting to run out of stamina and magic energy. His Cutie Mark talent of quickly shooting concentrated magic bursts for offense could win him a match with two or three hits, but if he didn't manage to land them on his targets, than it was just physicaly and mentaly exhausting him.
He run the predator twice over physicaly so far, once while hes mind was focused on his daughters cries of passion and the one charge that he got in when hes rival stumble, when his brightest magic flashbang missfiring spell blind the bipad in the growing darkness.

Successful evading his magic stunning spells, but still effecting his eyes by changing brightness in the fight.
The male predator in comparison only manage to re-direct his charges, jump over him when he couldn't avoid otherwise be tackeld and twice grappeld him to the ground just to lose grip on his shamefully now fruit juice slick coat, when he smashed into the foodpile.

When he watched towards the mares did he noticed that rather than enjoying there stallionly fight between males, they scolded at him with their eyes for some reason. That was a first, even when he fight and lose, did they give him a polite smile as to encourage him to try again.
Outright dissaproval was only coming in the past from his rival stallions. Quick Shots plan was falling apart before it could even start, again.
Why did all his plans failed when ever he tried something... he internaly fumed at his failure.

Author's Note

Once cruelty or cold behavior was another legit survival tactic. When morals interfere with once races potencial survival...
Are morals a luxuary one can affort at all?

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29.01.2024