Stuck

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Epilogue

Chapter 1

Paper Clipper was wholly perplexed. He just had come back from work to his favorite park, expecting to find a fleeting moment of peace from his borderline slave labor, only to find himself in a situation that he couldn’t even begin to fathom. Why was there a child, all by herself - yes, herself, her tail wasn’t enough to cover her massive rack - stuck in a tunnel in the ghost town that’s his neighborhood.

“Hello? I’m stuck in here, I could use some help!” a female voice pitched in from the other side of the hole.

Clipper got up from the ground and dusted off his uniform from stray autumn leaves that had gotten stuck on him. He was about to have a pleasant morning nap when the voice called out for him, she nearly gave him a heart attack.

As he sat there, looking at the jittery rear of the filly, Clipper began to ponder what head-throbbing situation he walked himself into this time.

Could she have come from the school district, Clipper thought. It’s a few blocks away, but it’s possible. Then again, it’s still early in the morning, so she should be in class right about now. Maybe she’s playing hooky, goodness knows he did that all the time.

Clipper wishes he could have it easy like when he was a foal. It took him long, grueling months of proper planning and slaving away at his office for him to scrounge off enough days off to tell his boss to shove it and find somepony else to fill his quota for the rest of the entire week. Of course, Clipper didn’t say those exact words to his face - he still needed a job to bring food to the table - but the satisfaction was his nevertheless.

“Hello…?” the filly with the big ass muttered once more, “Is that you again, mister squirrel…?”

More importantly, Clipper wondered where her parents could be. His boss’s faulty fax machine wouldn’t receive his notification for vacation, so he had to begrudgingly board the morning train back and forth. From there, he didn’t see anypony besides his sleep deprived neighbors-slash-co-workers, and it’s doubtful that her parents lived in the area; ponies in his community barely had the time to spare to spruce up the soul-sucking gray colors from the bare cement buildings, much less to have kids.

He observed the filly’s butt as he mused the oddity. Whoever this was, they sure came a long way just to get stuck like this. Clipper was about to help her out of there, when he started to really notice how fat her backside was. The little devil on his shoulder whispered in his ear that he shouldn’t let this golden opportunity pass by, and the little angel mimicked his opinion as well.

Clipper squatted next to the not-so little filly and took a better look at her. It didn’t take a genius to discover how she got stuck, her rack was fat and deliciously round; to his surprise and delight it also lacked a cutie mark. It wasn’t often that he got a chance to ogle a nice ass ever since he got a notification for sexual harrassment from pony resources, much less one this ripe. About time too, Clipper was getting tired of his old overused playcolt magazines.

Her tail could barely cover her naughty bits, the sight of which quickly excited Clipper’s growing member. He tried peeking at the dark genitals behind the curtain of hair, but her bushy tail did too good of a job at hiding the best parts from his hungry eyes. As Clipper admired the tease, his hooves creeped their way to her tush and felt her up.

“Aah! He-hello?!” the echoing filly said, “Y-You scared me! How long have you been there? C-Can you help me out? I think I’ve been here for hours!”

Clipper paid her no mind. Her ass was softer than he expected, the way they squished beautifully when he pushed her glutes together made his cock perk up fierce. Due to the probably innocent filly’s nature however, her tail had clamped up over her flower, spoiling Clipper’s fun.

“Uh-? Miss? S-Sir? I don’t think I can fit any more inside here… Try pulling me instead!”

Clipper wasn’t about to let his fun end here, not when he had a freebie like this one. Filly or not, it didn’t matter much to him, though it did excite him a little bit further. Clipper firmly yanked her tail to the side and held it in place to make sure that it wouldn't get in the way of business.

“Ow! Ow! Don’t pull my tail! You gotta grab me by the flank!”

Her lips were appetizing; puffy and bright pink, begging to be ravaged. As much as Clipper’s cock screamed at him to fuck her right there and then, he’d rather avoid going in dry.

“H-Hey! What- What are you doing back there?”

Clipper’s nose sniffed deeply the sweet smell of the musky filly, exploring and exhaling on her clenching pucker as she gasped on the other side.

Her rump squirmed in what Clipper thought was the cutest manner; she was probably trying to escape from him, but it was very unlikely that she’d be going anywhere - not that he’d let her. Satisfied with the smell of her doughnut, Clipper’s mouth crawled downwards, kissing the virgin folds as it went along.

“St-stop, stop! Only I can touch down there, I don’t want you going there!”

Unlike more mature mares, her pussy was delightfully soft to the touch. Clipper’s lips invaded hers and his tongue parted her little slit apart, caressing the delicate velvet hidden in between them.

To his surprise one of her hoofs kicked him in the chin; it stung, but it didn’t seem to have left a bruise. Clipper slapped her ass as hard as he could and pinned her hind legs aside rather easily.

“S-Stop! S-Stop! Leave m-me alo-lone!”

It only took two more smacks before her legs gave up. Not long after, the delicious taste of the filly’s liquid reached Clipper’s taste buds, though it took further coercion for her little nub to poke out. Clipper trailed south to her fun button with his tongue, then immediately started licking her like candy - her body went rigid and shook.

“Stop! It isn’t funny! It isn’t-”

Her clit was shy at first, but Clipper worked his charm and it started to blink boldly and as fast as a pegasus on a sugar rush. Her gushing intensified while he licked her silly, honey spilled around the top of Clippers’s muzzle and trickled inside of his mouth.

“It isn’t… it i-isn’t.. I-it isn’t- I’m- I’m-”

She came suddenly, spraying Clipper’s face and nose. It smelled better than any perfume and tasted sweeter than any sugar, and Clipper wanted more. He harassed her clit, flickered his tongue like a whip, to the point where all he could hear from the other side was a mixture of begrudged moans and heavy breathing.

Her filly juices flowed non-stop, numbing Clipper’s senses like a drug. Her hind legs had long stopped acting out and simply twitched in pleasure. As much as he’d enjoy eating out this troubled filly all day, it would be for the best if he finished things quickly so he can skedaddle, so he gently bit her clit.

“Ah- Aaaaaaaaaaah-”

Clipper tried to gulp down her nectar as fast as it filled his mouth. One, two, three mouthfuls of her juices filled his belly. Clipper took a step back to appreciate his handiwork and eyed a very satisfied looking pussy that seemed to ache for his cock. While he would admit that what he did was a work of art, he didn’t admire it for long; Clipper quickly stood up and aligned himself with her entrance.

The task was a little bit difficult at first, Clipper’s cock kept slipping under and over the filly. Her vulva was about the same size as his erection’s head, but after a short struggle it managed to pierce past her lips. It was the tightest snatch he’s ever been in, the insides didn't seem to envelope around him, but instead it felt as if he stretched them and shaped her after his member.

Every slow pump he made squelched so loudly that it contended with the huffing and puffing that echoed from the other side; she was either hyperventilating or having the time of her life. Either way, Clipper wished he could check which end of hers was salivating the most.

Clipper’s hips thrusted as fast and as deep as he could, digging further into her until he reached her last barrier which denied him further entry. It was at that moment that Clipper felt her clamp harder on him, accompanied by a garbled mess of a cry; she probably wasn't able to handle herself any further.

And at that point Clipper doubted if he could, either. She hugged all around his slowly expanding flare, sending his mind into a flurry that only registered the thought of breeding this filly and filling her with as much cum as he could. Clipper doubled his speed and pounded her virgin pussy like an animal, and bursted.

Clipper dug in deep and shot his seed inside her womb, fueling and overflowing her with enough jizz to paint her insides white for a long time. So much so that he felt it dripping under him; if she was any older, he definitely would’ve knocked her up.

It took him a few moments, but Clipper managed to remove his cock with a satisfyingly loud pop from her vulva. The glaze on his cock marked which parts managed to reach her depths. Her lips were gasping agape, leaking thick strands of his cum while her clit winked furiously; this filly was thoroughly bred.

Satisfied with his playtime, Clipper grabbed her limp flank and pulled, but just enough where she could pull herself out once she recovered; maybe he felt pity for her, or maybe he didn't want to come back there only find her still stuck there and possibly incriminate him.

Clipper was sure her legs were done so for a few hours at the very least, but he’d rather not take any chances. He trotted away from the crime scene, humming a little tune.

He'll jerk off to this for the entire month, maybe for the rest of his life. Life is sweet sometimes.

Chapter 2

A group of foals played on a small playground, inside a square dotted with trees covered in red and orange foliage, located on an otherwise colorless corner of town. Their morning classes had ended earlier than usual - another student from their class had caused an accident with three bottles of juice, a pop tart, two ice cream cones, and a pretzel. It left such a foul smell that their teacher suspended her classes so that the poor underpaid janitor could immediately fix the horrid mess.

They took their opportunity to have an entire morning away from the suffocating supervision of adults to its fullest; the rowdy little group embraced their inner anarchists and ran several blocks away from the school and to the square.

While small in size, its placement made it the foal’s favorite spot to hang out. Everypony in the surrounding neighborhood worked under the same business centers downtown; they collectively dragged themselves to the train station at around the the crack of dawn to start their schedule, toiling for their corporate overlords, leaving the area a complete ghost town.

Their shifts would last up to the night’s dawn, which was perfect for the foals since it meant they had the entire neighborhood for themselves. They’d jump at the top of the slides, throw balls all over the place, yell as loudly as they could - there was nopony left to complain nor to reprimand them.

Even so, their parents had banned them from ever stepping hoof in there without any responsible adult supervision. The foals rebelled against their wishes anyway - nopony could tell them what to do on their day off of school. “What else could happen?” They chided amongst themselves, “Nopony’s here to rule us, this place was made for us to play our day away!”

The laughter of the foals echoed across the empty streets of the morbidly gray neighborhood, unaware of the piles of autumn leaves increasing in size while their time decreased. Their rumbling stomachs caught them one by one by surprise, until nopony could stand to play any longer.

“Man, I’m so hungry… Didn’t you guys bring anything?”

“You ate half of my snacks!”

“You owed me from last time, so shut up.”

“I could go for some cookies right about now…”

“I wanna eat a whole cake!”

“Let’s go back home, gang. We can all meet up at the lake after lunch and go for a swim!”

“Hey, what about me? Can somepony get me outta here?”

An insistent plea echoed across the park - everpony groaned and rolled their eyes. Not long after the group had arrived there, the troublemaker of the group, Hasty Wind, had caught interest in the narrow tunnel passage that seemed fit for ponies half their age. Hasty toyed with the idea of reenacting a scene from a movie where a tomb raider crawled across the narrow passages of a pyramid.

Hasty was infamous for her poorly thought out plans that usually backfired spectacularly in her face, so nopony gave her any ears. Earlier that week she had superglued her feathers together; the week prior to that she had locked herself inside the janitor’s room without the key; last month she got stuck in a hole that she had dug, just to name a few.

The more Hasty talked about the hole, the more her interest grew. Her friends repeatedly stated how the tunnel was too narrow for them, that she would end up getting stuck somewhere along the way. After some experimentation, it turns out that they were right. Hasty’s friend's laughter was deafening.

“This isn’t funny anymore… A little help? Please?” Hasty said.

“Serves you right for being so stupid. I told you that you wouldn’t fit!”

“Tough luck, Hasty. We couldn’t budge you an inch from there.”

“Not even our magic was of any help.”

“You got a fat butt!”

“No, I don’t!” said Hasty.

Hasty wiggled and backpedaled, kicking up dirt all around her, smudging her dull gray coat and silver tail which would otherwise blend into the concrete tunnel. Try as hard as she could, all that she accomplished was to chafe her thighs. Chatter filled the park, each foal tossed around ideas of how to remove the klutzy filly from the hole since they were too hungry and tired to use brute force again.

“Any of you got any butter?”

“Why would we have butter with us?”

“I don’t know. Soda? Anything to make her slippery?”

“Already drank everything, sorry.”

“Poo. Well, what now?”

“We can get a stick and poke through the other side!”

“That’ll probably peck her eye out.”

“She’s always such a bother, why do we even let her hang out with us?”

“Her dad’s loaded.”

“Don’t be like that guys, Hasty isn’t that bad… Most of the time”

“Pfft. Ok then, Romeo.”

“Juliet! Where art thou, Juliet!”

“No, ew.”

“We can get our parents to come and get her.”

“True, true.”

“No no no no no no!” one of the colts shushed everypony else, “That’s a horrible idea! If they know that we came here without them, they’ll tan our hides!”

“Worse! They’ll ground us!”

Every drop of color began to drip down their faces once they realized the situation that they found themselves in. Their eyes darted all over the place and their heads shook on the rare occasion where their gazes met. A filly even swallowed a cough just so that she wouldn’t get anypony’s attention.

“So… Who’s gonna do it?”

“I got an arcade competition this weekend guys, I can’t get grounded…”

“And I wanna watch the buckball competition. I spent my entire allowance on the tickets and I’m not skipping it.”

“Ugh! Why do we always have to foalsit her? What is she, a baby?”

“Yeah! We always have to cover up for her whenever she gets into trouble!”

“She completely messed up my wonderboy games that time she messed with the soda volcano.”

“Well, somepony gotta do it… We can’t leave her here for the rest of the day.”

“Can’t we? That’s her problem, honestly.”

The other foals couldn’t believe what they’ve heard; it must’ve been the wind whispering things into their ears, right?
“Think about it. If somepony tells her father that she’s been out here, he’ll freak out, snitch on our parents, and then we’ll all be grounded.”

“W-We can’t just leave her out here!”

“I don’t wanna get paddled! I’m still sore from last time!”

“I really don’t wanna miss that buckball game.”

“M-m-my competition…!”

“Wa-wait a minute!” a colt stomped as hard as he could to get everypony’s attention. “You guys remember my brother, yeah? From college? I can go get him to take her outta here. He’ll cover for us, promise!”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Yes! Probably…”

“Probably?!”

“Definitely!”

“Well, you better not mess this up,” an angry filly poked him on the chest, making him wince in pain. ”Because if you do, everypony here’ll get paddled - including me.”

“Guys…? Are you still there?”

Several pairs of eyes stared daggers at Hasty’s rotund rump. The reddest-faced filly from the group quickly made her way up to Hasty and prodded her butt.

“Hey, fatass. We’re going home now.”

“I’m not- What about me?” Hasty said.

“We’re gonna get somepony to get you outta there,” said the angry filly as she forcefully yanked Hasty’s tail around, “Your gigantic ass won’t come out, so we need a grown-up to help you.”

“Ow! Ok! Ok!”

“We might get into big trouble because of your stupid plan. Again!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”

“When we get you out of there, you better keep your mouth shut about us coming here - Don’t go telling your daddy about today. Or else.”

“...Or else what?” Hasty said.

Hasty waited for a response, but none reached her ears for minutes on end. Were they discussing their plan between themselves? She thought; it was hard to hear them from the inside of her tunnel.

“... Guys?”

One of her friend’s showed her face on the other side of the hole. Hasty wanted to believe that the darkness was messing with her sight, because she’d never seen that tinge of red on her friend’s face before.

“Or else. See you later, fatass.”

Hasty perked her ears to listen to her friend’s receding hoofsteps, right until none could be heard anymore. All alone, again. Hasty chastised herself: she should have listened to her friends, she should have known better than to stick herself in there, she should stop doing stupid things that just ends up in making them angry. Her hoofs repeatedly slapped her cheeks once her frustrations were too much to contain.

A rumble coming from Hasty’s stomach stopped her self-abuse. The thought of missing out on her maid’s delicious lunch increased her pile of regrets. Perhaps she’ll get to eat it fresh if her friends hurried to get help; Hasty would be more than glad to share a few slices of pie with them.

Hasty caught herself mid-thought and slapped herself again; she shouldn’t be doubting her friends after they’ve done her so much good. It was embarrassing how many times they’ve helped Hasty out of her problems, especially now that she’s all grown up. They’ve been a blessing to her - Hasty should know better than to doubt their loyalty, or to offer them a measly slice of dessert as compensation. Maybe a party was in order; Hasty’s sure her dad wouldn’t mind if she asked him nicely.

Ideas of what recipes to serve filled Hasty’s mind - oh how delicious it’ll be. She’ll finally be able to show off the cooking skills that she loved to brag about. It took her a while to convince her household cooks to let her help them out; now they don’t give her a second glance whenever she barges into the kitchen. Hasty’s dreams of her mom’s desserts were cut short however, her growling stomach brought her mind back to the concrete hole that kept her hostage; she decided that it was best for her to leave those decisions for after she’s had a hot meal.

A couple of scattered pebbles plus a lone nut were everything within Hasty’s reach. While they didn’t look very fancy much, Hasty’s imagination helped her look past their appearance. Playing pretend helped to distract herself from her made-up feast plans, but the hunger pains were harder to ignore; it wasn’t very fun to play while so hungry.

Hasty idled by for long. She studied the shadows bobbing and waving from outside, trying to grasp the flow of time from their movement. Unfortunately, the thick foliage made it hard for her to tell what hour it was - it’d been much easier to tell things apart with the sun clock she made at school.

There wasn’t much to look at or do inside the tunnel, so she studied it. The concrete was coarse, it hurt to shift her hips for long; the ceiling was far too low for her to lift her head; the dirt underneath her was softer in comparison, but not comfortable either. The air inside was starting to get stuffy, sweat was starting to pour over Hasty’s body.

Hours could have passed since Hasty last heard her friends, she couldn’t tell. Hasty tried to count the seconds that passed by, but her patience ran out whenever she reached the five minutes mark. If there ever was something that she’d hate, it would have to be waiting around. Hasty kept looping between playing with her pebbles, to looking outside, to counting the time, hoping that her friends popped up soon. Maybe all the adults they knew of were busy, she thought. It was still early into the day, after all!

The sound of shuffling leaves amidst the teetering outside perked Hasty’s ears. Did her help finally arrive? She wondered. She readied herself to call them out, but before she could scream, the leaves on the opposite side of her hole fluttered around, revealing a fuzzy little squirrel.

“Oh. Hey little buddy, I wasn’t expecting you,” Hasty said. “Did you happen to see anypony around here? My friends should be arriving anytime soon.”

Wild animals generally scared Hasty a little, still she insisted on interacting with them - they were just too cute. The furry creature stood still, peering dead at her as if sizing her up. Hasty was really feeling the sweat trail down her brown, she racked her brain trying to remember if squirrels were violent or not. She then noticed that he’d been looking at the nut she held instead of herself, and exhaled loudly.

“You want this? Sure, you can take it,” Hasty stretched her hoof midway, then hesitantly brought it back, “Hey, can you do me a favor after I give you this? Can you keep watch for me? I’m expecting somepony, could you tell me when- Aaaah! Aaah! Aaah!”

Faster than she could react, the squirrel was upon her. It dug its nails and teeth on her hoof, trying to get ahold of the delicious nut. Hasty immediately let go of her bargaining chip, yet the creature must have found offense on her tone because it climbed around her head and scratched her scalp and face before scampering out of the tunnel, leaving a stunned Hasty by herself.

It stung. Hasty’s face was damp, be it from blood or from sweat, she didn’t know - she didn’t want to check which. Hasty held back various hiccups and wiped her nose, she wouldn’t want anypony to listen to her cry if they were to arrive soon.

“They’ll come soon. They wouldn’t leave me here.”

Shocked and tired, Hasty couldn’t figure out anything else to do other than waiting. Even though the rocky ground under her made for the worst bedding she’s ever had, Hasty still found herself blinking awake from several short naps she fell into as she kept track of the time. Her ears still kept track of any suspicious sounds, of course, and she kept her pebbles close to her in case the squirrel decided to come back.

Eventually, echoes of clopping reached inside Hasty’s hole, blinking her half-awake. She attempted to wipe off the drool stuck to her hooves and perked her ears as best as she could, trying to catch the sound better. A spark of hope lit up in her heart once she recognized them. Hasty called out in joy, almost hitting her head against the ceiling again.

“Helloooo?! Anypony there?!”

The distant crunching of leaves dulled a thud, jolting Hasty’s ears upwards. Dread slowly ate her stomach as time went on and nopony replied to her; perhaps she shouldn’t have yelled in such a hurry, whoever it was Hasty hoped that they were fine.

“Hello?” Hasty strained her ears, listening intently. “I’m stuck in here, I could use some help!”

But just as before, there was no response. Maybe the frequently interrupted naps clouded her head, making her hear things that weren’t there. For all that she knew it could have been a stray cat passing by, or worse yet, a dog. Hasty wouldn’t be able to defend herself from one if they didn’t take a liking to her with those pebbles alone.

Hasty fretted over where her friends could be. Did something happen to them? Was there an accident? Were their parents out of town? Perhaps they got lost, Hasty couldn’t tell which street was which in this eerie colorless neighborhood.

“Hello…? Is that you again, mister squirrel…?”

They couldn’t have abandoned her. Hasty might have messed things up, but they’d never be that cruel to her, not after all the good that they’ve done to her. Hasty laid her head down once more, ready to let her mind wander until she fell asleep when suddenly she felt what seemed to be a pair of hooves squishing her flanks, slamming her heart onto her ribcage.

“Aah! He-hello?! Y-You scared me! How long have you been there?” Hasty’s voice hitched in her dry throat. “C-Can you help me out? I think I’ve been here for hours!”

She was right, calvary had arrived! Whoever found her seemed reserved, however. Hasty wondered who it could be, none of her friends had any mute family members as far as she could remember, though she wasn’t about to complain about finally getting help.

One thing was wrong, however. The stranger’s hooves were pushing her flank against the hole instead of pulling her back; maybe they thought that she could crawl through the rest of the tunnel if she were to get inside. Hasty didn’t like to admit it but her butt definitely would not fit any further inch inside.

“Uh-? Miss? S-Sir? I don’t think I can fit any more inside here… Try pulling me instead!”

But their hooves didn’t stop - Hasty even felt a rude pinch or two on her rump. She opened her mouth to voice dissatisfaction when her tail was yanked to the side, hurting her dock and sending a nasty shock up her back.

“Ow! Ow! Don’t pull my tail!” Hasty cried out louder, “You gotta grab me by the flank!”

Hasty didn’t want to feel ungrateful towards her long-sought helper, but the way they were touching her tush hurt and made her uncomfortable. Besides her mother cleaning her when she was little, nopony had laid hooves on her like this. The uneasiness settled in when she felt the stranger’s muzzle pressing against her filly parts.

“H-Hey! What- What are you doing back there?”

Maybe her helper didn’t have her best intentions in mind. Wafts of air much warmer than the breeze outside waved repeatedly on her butthole, leaving her gasping at the sudden change. Hasty squirmed her backside to try and shake off the bad pony, but it didn’t seem to dissuade them even a little bit. Panic set in when a tongue rolled up her pussy.

“St-stop, stop! Only I can touch down there, I don’t want you going there!”

Those spots are a no-go zone. Ever since Hasty’s filly friends started calling her names like “slut” and “naughty” after she had admitted that she played with herself at times, Hasty tried to abstain from touching herself, yet she couldn’t help but yearn for the feeling that came from it. If they find out that she still did it secretly, she’d cry in front of everyone again. If they find out that some random adult was using her like this, she’d die.

Hasty tried to scare away her assailant by trashed her hooves, scoring a nice thud onto what felt to be their face. What momentary triumph she had was instantly put down when the stranger held onto her hoof against the tunnel.

“S-Stop! S-Stop! Leave m-me alo-lone!”

Just like many times before, her lower parts were getting wet against her will. Thankfully it’d been easy before to masquerade her naughtiness with her bushy tail, since her mind frequently soared into exciting ideas, even when she didn’t want to. But this was much worse; she didn’t want to get wet now, not when a stranger was molesting her.

The touch of a tongue on her folds was much more tender than her hooves; it didn’t pinch her lips by accident and it didn’t feel like it would leave a bruise. It was incredibly nice and horribly wrong.

Hasty has never felt this sticky before. Her parts were salivating much more than she had ever before, and this pony’s tongue was drinking everything up with an insatiable thirst, spreading his saliva all over her butt. To make things worse, she started to feel it rubbing against their chin. Her weak button. Simply touching it made her very happy, and just like her fluids, it seemed to pop out whenever it felt like it. And now he was licking it too. Not there! Hasty implored, not there! She tried to fight, but he was much stronger than her, and the position she was at wouldn’t work in her favor, either.

“Stop! It isn’t funny! It isn’t-”

Her protests went ignored; If anything, they ate her out faster than before. It didn’t hurt, it didn’t ache, it was soft, wet and hot. Their steamy breath tickled and tingled. Her head was overwhelmed with new sensations and unknown pleasure, while her betraying button blinked faster and faster.

“It isn’t… it i-isn’t.. I-it isn’t- I’m- I’m-”

Her rear tensed and suddenly released her shame, her climax came so quickly that she hadn’t even realized it. Her pussy was warm like a furnace, her ponut twitched and her rear hooves went limp. Hasty’s teeth so tightly that she feared they would break at any moment, her cheeks hurt from sporting such a tight grimace.

“I…I…I-I…”

Even still the stranger kept licking her, refusing to give her a rest from the aching or the ecstasy. The fire in her seemed to grow continuously, as if she were about to erupt. For a relieving second the stranger had stopped, and Hasty thought that she could take a sigh of relief. Then they bit her clit.

“Ah- Aaaaaaaaaaah-”

Hasty came once, then twice, then thrice. She stopped counting after the third one. It was hard to breathe through her nose, Hasty had to take quick and deep breaths to fill her lungs, barely masking out her echoing moans. Why did it have to be so good when she clearly didn’t want it. Was she a bad pony because of this? She was supposed to hate this more than anything ever.

Hasty wanted it to be over, it had been so much for her to handle already. But he didn’t seem to be satisfied yet. Yes, he; Hasty felt his thing prodding at her back. She hoped - begged that it wouldn’t have come to this, but she wasn’t so lucky. As much as Hasty despised how good it felt, what she loathed the most were how she instinctively accepted him; all she could do was moan and cry.

It prodded and spread her lips apart before entering. It was big, much bigger than her toothbrush. It felt like he was stretching her into a gaping hole just so that she could fit him. What scared her the most is that they looked so big in the magazines that the colts smuggled into school; Was his thing bigger? Would it hurt even more?

It didn’t take long for Hasty to get her answers. He reached a part so deep that she didn’t even know she had, filling and retreating repeatedly while her lips kissed him and begged his thing to stay. The pleasure was mixed with the pain, she couldn’t tell which one ended and the other started.

Her ragged breathing desperately tried to keep her conscious, however as much as she inhaled, it felt like there was a hole in her lungs. Hasty shook violently, desperately scratching the walls of her prison for a way out, as much as she scraped off her hooves against the concrete, the tighter her space became. She dug and screamed and moaned, ignoring a dulling and wet sensation growing atop her head.

Her insides were too full, the more he stretched her, the smaller she felt. His thing thrusted in and out of her faster still, and although she didn’t know why the tip kept getting bigger and bigger, it couldn’t be a good thing.

In an instant something else started to fill her too. He found another place to violate, shooting something warm inside until there was no more space left. Whatever it was, it made her squirt once more.

Hasty had no more will to move. The stallion on her back struggled to remove himself, but once he did she felt the liquid trail out from inside of her and over her body. She wanted to scream, but all she could afford was to cry. Her heart ran ice cold when he pulled her, painfully removing her hip from the coarse mouth of her prison. Was this how she was going to die? Foalnapped by some stranger and taken somewhere far away? Hasty waited for a long time, shocked stiff and with a clamped throat, awaiting for the stallion to drag her to his dungeon.

Time passed. It could have been half an hour, it could have been an hour or two; Hasty couldn’t count. It was only when the wind grew cold and the muck on her back started to dry when she gathered enough courage to inch her way out into the open air. A sticky puddle was right under her, a mix of her shame and whatever he left for her. Hasty wanted a bath, she wanted two, three, four, however many it took to clean her.

She wanted to go home. She wanted her dad and mom. But she would be completely lost if she ventured out on herself. Her friends would come. Late, but she couldn’t blame them for what happened. Surely something must have happened. She trusts them. They are better ponies than her.

Once she could stand on her four hooves, she picked a pile of sand from the playground and threw over the pile of goo right next to the tunnel, adding further until the mud was completely dispersed. The bidet water was cold, but it removed whatever stuck to her rear. She squirted everywhere. She enjoyed that. She didn’t want to, but she did. She shouldn’t have. She’s horrible.

They mustn't know.

The orange hues of the falling leaves matched those of the sky when Page Flipper arrived at the park. He had brought back his older brother, a busy college student majoring in old arcane texts, though Page didn’t need too much persuasion to drag his brother all the way over there. Page waved his hoofs frantically at and called out for Hasty several times once he saw her sitting in the middle of the playground.

“Hey! Hey, Hasty! You managed to get out! How did you…”

She looked like a hobo. There was a disgustingly red chafe line circling her hips, dirt and sweat matted her shivering frame, her rump was completely damp and her eyes were red and puffy.

“What the fuck- Are you Ok?” his brother said, rushing to her side.

He tried to touch her forehead with Hasty awkwardly trying to dodge his hoof. Her body trembled harder when he touched her, their game of cat and mouse only stopped when she pushed him away.

“I-I’m OK, I-I-I’m Ok,” Hasty said between sniffs and wiping a trail of snot, “I wa-wanna go-go home. Pl-please-se.

“Wha-what were you doing here!? What happened to you!?” her brother said.

“I ju-just wanna go home.”

“How long have you been here? You’ll freeze like this! Where are your parents?”

“They-they don-don’t know.”

“You came here all by yourself? Why didn’t you go back home?”

“I-I-I don’t know ho-how!”

Page couldn’t speak. He wasn’t expecting things to go so badly for Hasty, or for her to get out by herself. Didn’t they tell her the way back?

“How did you come here alone, then?”

“I-I-I don’t know! I was- I was wait-ting for somepo-pony to-to come and rescue me-me!”

Page’s brother looked mighty confused, right up until he settled his eyes on Page. He knew those eyes, he was much more astute than Page was comfortable with.

“Page, why did you ask me to come here?”

“I just wanted to hang out, heh.”

“Just to hang out, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Right before your favorite tv show, the same one you skipped dinner and all those other times I offered to spend time with you, just so you wouldn’t lose a single episode.”

“Y-yes.”

“On the same day that Hasty here somehow found herself here, in the place you like to go so much, alone, without so much as a clue as to how to get back.”

“Yes?”

“...Page, please tell me what happened.”

“No-no-nothing hap-ppened!” Hasty said, “I-I wandered by m-myself and-”

“Hasty, you don’t need to make excuses for him. I know you don’t do these kinds of things,” his brother said. “Page. Please, tell me.”

It stung to have to explain to his brother how big of a mess up all of this was. Page argued how he and his friends had tried to take her out of the hole, but they didn’t have the strength to do so by themselves; how they didn’t think that Hasty would end up like this; how their parents would kill them for sneaking into the neighborhood without supervision.

“Page…” his brother said, rubbing his hoof on his face as if trying to fight a migraine. “Page, I don’t- I’m so disappointed in you.”

“But-”

“Page! Do you even understand how much you fucked up? Look at Hasty! The poor filly looks terrified, for goodness sake! It’s a miracle that nothing worse happened to her!”

“I didn’t knew-”

“Page, look at the time! It’s almost fucking night!” His brother stomped loudly back and forth, “You had the entire day to ask pops to come and bring her back from this god forsaken place, but you waited right until he was gone, betting on me not tattling on you?”

It was true. Page’s belly felt like it was full of lead, his ears weighted against his skull. He didn’t have the courage to explain himself further, especially with Hasty looking at him dead in the eye, which he tried to avoid gazing back at.

“Page… Fucking tartarus, what am I gonna do with you? You left Hasty, all by herself, in this creepy ass neighborhood no less, just because you were afraid of getting grounded?”

“I'm really sorry…”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it! Look at Hasty, Page! She’s freezing, she’s hurt and she could have caught a cold or a disease for all we know! Come Hasty, I’ll carry you to the hospital. We have a lot to apologize to you. Hasty?”

When Page looked up at Hasty, he almost mistook her for another pony. The usual meekness that hung in her eyes seemed gone, alongside any and all expressions on her face.

Hasty sniffed, stared coldly at him and threw what looked like a rock at his head.

Page clutched his scalp as he fell to the ground. Once he saw red contrasting his beige hooves and the brown dirt under his face, his throat tensed, then released a roaring wail. He heard his brother yelling at Hasty, he couldn’t tell what about, since the filly had got atop of him and delivered kicks and punches all over his body whilst screaming bloody murder on his ears. Page curled into a ball, trying to protect his fragile bits from the onslaught, until Hasty was finally restrained by his brother’s magic.

Two foals were admitted to the hospital that night. All of them were grounded.

Chapter 3

The ticking of a clock bounced off the kitchen walls, faintly giving life to the silent mansion. Gentle Breeze preferred to be surrounded by company during the Winter, yet here she was, yawning as she watched the fire of the oven cooking her pastries in her desolate house. As serene as it was to have the entire kitchen for herself, it wasn’t the same without Sweet Potato clattering the cookware, or Golden Delicacy nagging the former for overcooking a dish; though it was at Gentle’s suggestion that they took their Sunday off. Other ponies have their own families, too.

A sudden blaring alarm jolted Gentle up from her comfortable nap, just when she was cozying up to the oven’s warmth. Maybe she should take the sleep medication tonight, it was starting to get embarrassing showing up to her picnics with dark circles under her eyes. Makeup would draw more attention from her friends than just leaving them be, with how much they pester her to try a new brand product every week.

Gentle softly glided around the kitchen top, barely avoiding touching the floor, turned off the clock and opened the oven. The heat that escaped from inside was sweat inducing, but not wholly unwelcome, considering the temperature outside. Her lips slowly formed a mellow smile as she took out two pies from inside. Her friends better not argue over who’s having the last slice this time, else she’ll eat it to end their bickering.

Her basket was almost ready. Gentle carefully put one of the pies in it, next to the sweet bread and the cottage cheese - the evening was going to be splendid. The second pie was sat atop Hasty’s side of the table in the dining room, then covered with a piece of cloth.

As much as she wanted to stay and attempt to make conversation with her daughter, the pastry in her basket would grow cold long before she arrived at her friends. Hopefully Hasty will attend dinner without having her father knocking at her room. Maybe she’ll eat her food properly this time. She’ll probably grab half a plate and drag it back to her room.

Gentle quietly added a bottle of wine to her basket. Her friends won’t mind.

Lifting off of the ground, Gentle picked a chilly gust of wind to carry her through her mansion. It went to and fro, from the movie gallery, to the study, into and out of the billiard bar, and then across the main hallway. Gentle cleaned whatever specks of dust she came across in her trek, so that the mansion looked a bit more hospitable while the maids were away. Her husband might think otherwise, but everypony should rest on Sundays.

From across the hall, Gentle spied the door to Hasty’s bedroom closed off. The tempting smell of Gentle’s pies never failed to pry Hasty away from her room, until her hermit phase kicked in and threw everything to the wind.

Gentle circumventing out of the breeze’s flow to her daughter’s room, cringing once she heard the loud speakers coming from inside. Once there, she firmly knocked and waited, expecting to have to knock a few more times until Hasty had heard her.

“You can come in, mom.”

Gentle made her way inside. All of the furniture - the poorly organized wardrobe, the standing mirror, a widescreen CRT television she was gifted during last year’s birthday, her study desk, among others - was tucked alongside the walls, while a bright pink carpet monopolized the living-room sized center, peppered with pillows and blankets. Gentle would’ve died for a room this big when she was Hasty’s age, but after many terrified complaints, Gentle’s husband eventually relocated her somewhere even bigger. Anything to make her stop crying at night over how the walls were closing in on her.

Hasty lay amidst her multitude of plushies in her bed, which had been used exclusively as a display for her stuffed toys ever since she moved there. Gentle persisted against it, but Hasty simply wouldn’t sleep anywhere but in the middle of the room.

To Gentle’s delight and surprise, one of Hasty’s friends was in there with her. Jittery as always, Page Flipper covered himself with a blanket, sitting as far away as possible from the booming television.

That he had been the one admitted to the hospital alongside Hasty that one night is… troublesome. Beggars can’t be choosers, however; anything pushed her daughter out of her shell was a small blessing in Gentle’s eyes.

“Oh, hello there,” Gentle blinked, taken aback.

“Hi mom,” Hasty said, lowering the volume of her television.

“Good evening, Mrs. Breeze.” Page uncovered a hoof from under his blanket and waved at her.

“Good afternoon, Page,” Gentle said, returning his gesture. “For how long have you been here? I swear I didn’t hear the bell ring.”

“He didn’t ring it. I saw him walking down the street around an hour ago, so I flew him over.” Hasty said absentmindedly as she watched a movie, pointing to the window above her.

Hasty’s room had the privilege of having a view that encompassed the entire front of the family’s sprawling estate, including Gentle’s sprawling snow-covered garden, which was, humbleness aside, food for the eyes during better seasons, and the yet-to-be shoveled sidewalks in the distance. Gentle spied a foggy pair of binoculars and a damp scarf hung in the coat hanger by the television that thankfully weren’t dripping onto the carpet.

While it was great to see her daughter socializing more often as of late, Hasty's rebellious streak was concerning. Where could she have picked that up from.

“Hasty, dear, I’d be glad if you remembered that I asked you to stop carrying ponies over our gates.” Gentle said, clasping her feathers together on her back.

“I don’t see a problem with that, mom. I’m a pegasus,” Hasty said, flexing her wings whilst keeping her eyes glued to the tv. “It’s faster to go over things than trotting all around.”

“And to use the front doors, too.” Gentle added.

“Moooom… It’s whatever, I’m not gonna drop him from a two story height.”

“It isn’t about that, Hasty, but you raised a good point against yourself right there. It’s impolite and unsafe to carry somepony over the gate and through your window; guests should be welcomed at the front entrance. Plus, I am a pegasus too, yet I use our doors just like everypony else.”

“So what? I’ve known Page for years, I don’t need to be so formal with him every time.”

“Hasty-”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Breeze,” Page interrupted, rearing up a shaky hoof. “I should’ve rung the bell to begin with. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“I’d rather if you did that next time, Page,” Gentle said, nodding at the colt. “As I was about to say that, as one of the owners of this household, I’d like to know who comes and goes, Hasty.” Gentle swapped her attention away from the colt and to Hasty. She’d have to admit that Page’s scapegoating ruses could have been cute, if they weren’t, however, defending her daughter’s bad behavior. “I don’t mind you bringing your friends over, dear, so there’s no need for you to snuck them in behind my back.”

“I wasn’t trying to hide him from you, mom,” Hasty said with a flick of her tail and a roll of her eyes. “I smelled you working in the kitchen, I didn’t want to distract you.”

Gentle’s concerned frown slowly dissipated after breathing a sigh. If Hasty ever gets into the habit of sneaking colts into her house, Gentle will have to hammer into her sister that her bad habits can influence impressionable fillies. That Page was the only friend which Hasty kept in contact with was coincidence, fortunately, and not a sign of her inheriting her aunt's debauchery.

Gentle flew to the plushie-riddled bed, extended her wings and gently rubbed Hasty’s back with them, in the same way Hasty loved ever since she was but a newborn.

“I know you didn’t, dear. However, just because you didn’t mean to doesn’t mean that you didn’t. Next time, tell me that you’re calling any of your friends-”

“Friend-” Hasty uttered before a feather touched her lips, shushing her before she could derail the conversation.

“Any of your friends that you might have, so I can prepare some desserts for them. Please be honest with me from now on, otherwise I’ll worry that you’ll end up like Auntie Stormy.”

“Never!”

A small weight was lifted from Gentle’s heart; not enough for her to soar, but every bit helped. As she nuzzled Hasty, Gentle spied the nervous colt’s forehead in the corner of her eye and swallowed a lump. While his bruises have come and gone with time, that ugly scar on his forehead seemed to grow only to torment her. Maybe someday she’ll get over the evil her daughter has done. Nopony was perfect. Nopony.

“Have you asked your parents permission to come here, Page?” Gentle said.

“Yes!” He said, “I told them that I’d pass by after dropping off a book at the library.”

Shifting hind hoof, quick and eager response. Gentle so desperately wanted to call him out on his lie, but things were for better for her this way. Those endless string of calls that came after both foals recovered from their, thankfully brief, hospital stay two years ago still made her hoofs tremble. She'd be lost without her husband at times like those.

“If you told them so, then I guess it’s fine,” Gentle said, gliding away from her daughter’s embrace and towards the exit, bypassing the mess of pillows over the carpet. “I’m going to a picnic with my friends. Hasty, I left a pie for you at the counter. But be careful, it’s piping hot," Gentle raised a single feather and opened the door. "If any problem comes up, call the residence of Mrs Worth, alright? I’ll be there.”

Gentle looked intently at the duo, made her way out of the room and then sighed. If she could take care of her own house when she was twelve, Hasty could, too. Maybe she’ll find it in her heart to forgive her other friends, and invite them over next time.

A mountain of anxiousness slid off of Page’s back once the concerned-looking mare left the room. For now he could drop the suffocating façade and breathe in. Mrs. Gentle’s soft demeanor increased the size of his guilt whenever he had to lie to her face, but the important part is that he won’t be getting a beating from his father for disobeying him.

Page barely had a second to gather himself when something hit him in the back of the head, almost flipping him over. Scratching the offended area, Page looked to the side to find Hasty by his side, her feathers bundled together into a lightweight club.

“Don’t cut off mum,” Hasty said, sharing again his cozy supersized blanket and increasing the volume of her television back to uncomfortable heights. “It’s rude.”

“Sorry,” he said.

Hoping to not instigate her ire, Page went back to the movie and attempted no further comment.

Not that he expected her to beat him again, or not anymore, at least. She oh so promised to him that she wouldn’t repeat that incident ever again when they met again, after a month of her complete social absence, in the school’s playground. Also, by meeting once more, he meant ambushing him while he was all alone and distracted with a book. It may have taken him a few days before he calmed down and actually listened to her repeated attempts, though it could have been because he could tell she was nearing her limit.

At the very least she played her part, aside from the offhanded slap or bump. Or tumble. No more rocks. She could be rougher than the buckball jocks his brother hung out with, which could be strange coming from a filly, if it weren’t terrifying because of who’s he’s thinking about.

Why did he forgive her, again? Oh right, the fear. Well, that’s mostly past.

Harsh flashing images of adult-only nature filled Hasty’s sleek wide-screen CRT - not that he was jealous, not one bit. A leather-jacket wearing unicorn dispatched a gang of diamond-dogs with his crossbow in the labyrinthic back alleys of a grimmy metropolis. It was days like today where Page cursed fate for letting Hasty discover where her father stashed the keys to his mini-cinema - the stallion absolutely loved the big screen but loathed sharing a room with a crowd louder than him.

The impossible stunts the actors did and the carriage scenes were awesome, yes, but the sight of the gratuitous violence churned his stomach and ached his old bruises. He would've been completely fine without knowing that a cow’s intestines were exactly six and a half meters long.

“Isn’t that a bit… much?” he said.

“What? You said that you could handle it.”

Another fully loaded cow entered the scene, and while she escaped the torture of having her entrails swung around like a vine, she still ended up getting her coat died in red. “I wasn’t expecting this much gore… Not even dad’s medical books have this much visceras in it,” Page said.

Hasty’s hoof rubbed Page’s own, jolting him away from the over-the-top scene that taught him many different shades of red. “Pussy,” she said.

“You know that I can’t handle blood very well.”

“Pussy,” Hasty said.

“Couldn’t have you picked something different? This will make me sick.”

“I want to see this one.”

“Your mom’s pie better not be cherry.”

Page moved his face away from the screen, if only to spare him from the carnage. Hasty’s oddly relaxing hoof distracted him from thinking about the loud gruesome sounds, but not by much.
He needed to talk about something - anything, else the color on his face will resemble the hospital floor’s in that shot.

“Hey, Hasty,” Page raised his voice, startling the filly. “Why won’t you talk to the guys anymore?”

“Are they still bullying you to ask that?” Hasty raised her eyebrows, practically a carbon copy of her mother from just a few minutes ago.

“No, no.”

“But are they, really?” Hasty adopted a fierce expression that summed up how she felt about them.

“No, Hasty, no. I was just wondering-”

“Then I don’t want to hear about them.”

“Well, when are you going to tell me what happened that day? At least I’ll know why you’re so angry with them. Besides the obvious, that is.”

The twist of Hasty’s frown soured, her head moved to the side and her ears pinned backwards. The more-or-so gentle hoof that rubbed him stopped and chastised him with a light kick.

“Give me some more time,” she said.

“More time?” he said.

“More time.” she said.

With newfound curiosity, he probed further:

“Then why don’t you hate me, too?”

“You were an asshole,” Another kick, harder this time. “But you bothered to come back.”

“Sorry,” he said.

“Hm.” Hasty brought her attention back to the movie, and gave the colt a silence that dragged. “Thanks for hanging out with me, still,” she said, massaging his hind leg again. “Even though I scared the crap out of you.”

He had nothing to say to that.

Fortunately the scene with the bad guys was over. Instead of committing arson and homicide, the stallion is meeting his love interest: a slim unicorn actress wearing some loose fabric which the movie tries to pass up as a dress, even though it only covered the bare minimum.

The camera angles creeped onto the mare’s sweaty dock like in the pornos he and his friends hastily swapped around behind the bleachers as if it were some kind of contraband. Which it kind of was on school grounds. Still, the acting in this movie seemed to be a bit more competent, in comparison.

A softer tinge of red spread across Page’s face. It’s one thing to watch tapes on his conveniently positioned modest tv behind the door, with the volume brought down to mute, in the privacy of his room, it’s another to watch softcore porn with a friend - a filly friend - in her girly, perfumed room, under the same blanket as her, on the biggest screen he’d seen sans the cinema’s, and at a deafening volume.

Stone faced as always, the main actor knocked out a group of ninjas that jumped in through the windows. Among the broken glasses and corpses, the actress cried out his name and loudly smacked lips with him while the camera ogled their tongues and muzzles embracing.

“I wonder how much they ask to get paid for a kiss like that. Have you kissed somepony yet, Page?”

“Yeah, I have,” he said, locking on to the steamy scene and away from Hasty’s diggin gaze.

Hasty’s touch was gentle. Warm. It spread from his legs through his body. “With your tongue,” she said.

“I- No.”

“Hmmm. Me neither,” she said.

It wasn’t anything unusual, or at least it shouldn't have been. No, it definitely wasn’t.

He’d shared tents with Hasty and many other fillies, back when his father forced him to go to the scouts. They also used to tussle and tumble, back when he still had wits to fight back.

Back before he started to enjoy those kisses on the cheeks, which he used to take for granted. Back before he started to notice how their backsides swayed as they trotted.

“They let her teats slip on that shot,” Hasty said.

“That… that they did,” Page said.

“Why did they bother putting that gown on her, it’s hugging her pussy like a wetsuit.”

“Pu- What’s a wetsuit?”

“We saw a movie with them two days ago, idiot.”
On screen, the lovers bumped their way to a wide bed - covered in pink covers and pillows. The warmth must have gotten to Page’s head, the ones in the room were similar to the ones that the couple had kicked to the ground. Just a coincidence.

It’s just a coincidence, no need for his tip to rub against the carpet.

“Can’t you skip this scene?” Page asked, choking on his spit.

“No. Why? Haven’t you ever seen porn before?”

“I have, but- It’s loud, ponies outside might hear this.”

“We’re yards away from the streets. Mum’s out. Daddy’s at work.”

Summer must have arrived before Spring. No way it's this hot out during Winter.

Should he push forward? Is it ok to?

Hasty lowered the sounds of bed squeaking. Her whisper sounded louder in his ears.

“Which ones do you like?” she said.

“Whi-which what?”

“Do you like to watch mares rubbing themselves? Or to see them licking a stallion?”

Page’s throat locked up. His friends had to resort to coercion for him to fess up which tapes were his favorites, and that was done in friendly banter. Flirting wasn’t his field of expertise.

“I like when stallions cum on their flanks,” she said, “But I don’t mind if he shoots inside, either.”

Hasty stopped caressing Page’s hoof, the hairs of her tail gently brushed his thighs. She feigned being relaxed, but Page felt being stared down like a cat does to a rat.

He should, he definitely should.

“I… I kind of like when the mare sucks,” he said to Hasty’s rapt attention. “Or when she rubs him on her tuft.”

“Weirdo.”

Her soft chuckle rubbed his ears like sandpaper. While Page gripped strands of the carpet out of embarrassment, Hasty rewinded the sex scene back to the start.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to make fun of you,” Hasty caressed his back with a wing, trying to make up for her chuckle. “I’ve never seen that before. Is it good?”

“I don’t know,” he said.

“Are you hard?”

Page swallowed a ball of spit. Hasty dug her feathers onto him and scooted closer still, until she rubbed against his shaking body. It was even smoother than her hoof.

“I’d like it if you were,” she said.

Her flank was silky and hot. So was her shallow, tickling breath. Page looked at her hungry eyes and nodded.

A bouquet of feathers enveloped him, reaching around and pushing them together, tickling his belly in search of his bits.

Hasty’s nose poked his muzzle, their breaths merged. Her mouth remained open, idling in front of his, taunting him, while her wings felt him up. Page’s eagerness drove him to smack his lips onto hers; although he hadn’t a clue of what to do next, the sweet feeling made Page lose himself in her.

Her gaze ate him up, even when she let him go to catch air. Her iron lungs won a bronze medal in a swimming contest in her new school, and Page, well, wasn’t fond of getting wet, so he was the first to give in.

His brief rest was cut short, Hasty forced her mouth onto his again. Her tongue forced its way inside, tussling and rapping around with his own. She tasted like spit. It wasn’t that bad. Maybe he found it delicious. Perhaps he wanted more.

Page had to distract Hasty’s impatient lips to catch his breath, lifting his barrel so that she could explore his body more easily. Light appendages tickled his member, clumsily and hastily identifying his shape and size.

Her touch felt alien; new. Page wanted to discover more. He bit her ear, listened to her curte moan, pushed her onto her back, got atop of her and realized how beautiful she was. Page’s lips were an inch away from her pouty face when something clasped his hips from behind and spun the world around in front of him.

A plump weight grinded on his crotch, two soft paddings zigzagged two stiff nubs around his belly. Page desperately wanted to see them, but Hasty’s mouth would not allow him.

Both ponies breathed each other’s hot air. Page pushed against her chest, begging for a moment to recover his tired lungs, but her starving eyes told him she wasn’t done. Hasty pinned his head to the ground, nostrils flaring, moaning inside of him, rubbing his cock and pressing against his hips.

Page’s chest screamed in agony. His mind was spiraling into a panic, she has got to be trying to kill him again. Just when he thought he was going to pass out, Hasty let go of his face and collapsed on him, huffing like somepony who just surfaced from a deep dive - not that he fared any better.

Heaving desperately, Page swimmed in the sweet scent of her mane. His cock burned and throbbed, sandwiched in between their bodies, screaming for something more.

“Have you ever seen a filly rub herself?” Hasty said between gasps.

“No,” Page coughed. “But I want to.”

Slowly inching away from him, Hasty’s wings draped the cover around her like a curtain and straddled his crotch, kissing his cock, too.

“Watch me,” she said.

Shadows faintly obscured her silhouette while the light coming from the vast windows traced her body.

Her velvet folds were slicker than what he thought they’d be from the few times he caught them in a glimpse. Her teats were diminutive, if compared to the mares he’d fantasized of before regrettably waking up, but they were just as sexy.

Page devoted his eyes to her body, and, much like Hasty, was infatuated by her rocking hips squishing his erection. Her chest swaying tuft was a close second favorite of his.

Balancing herself with her wings, Hasty bounced on his lap, plastering Page with sticky kisses. The more she mashed her pussy on him, the more his hips humped against her, begging to slip inside of her

“Hasty,” he said between gasps, “I want to go inside, please!”

“Ok,” Hasty stopped jumping, almost out of air. “Hang on.”

Hasty brought down her - magnifically fluffy - chest on his, pinning Page in place. As he ogled her fur, Hasty awkwardly grasped his cock, dragging it under her tail and aiming it at her damp entrance.

Infuriatingly, Page’s engorged head slipped past her pussy repeatedly, rubbing against her dock and the back of her flank. Despite the heat, it made him shiver - She was so close.

“Come on, come on…” Hasty snorted with every error. “Go in, you fuck. I want you to…”

After many seconds humping around his cock, Hasty found her mark.

She gripped, scalded and embraced him, bucking his hip was the only thing Page could do. Much as Page desperately wanted to continue, Hasty’s heavy posterior pressed him against the ground. Her frazzling body hugged him with all her might, taking in long, deep breaths and anchoring her eyes on his, as if he could disappear at any moment.
“Give me a minute. Please,” she said.

Much like her body, Hasty’s voice was frail and shaky. Page would kiss her, but maybe this wasn’t the best thing to do. Should he? Hasty’s breath hitched when he touched her cheek, then calmed.

Uncharacteristically of her, Hasty gently lowered her muzzle upon his and planted a kiss. “I’m ok. I’m ok,” she said. “Let’s keep going.”

Hasty softly, softly raised her rump, nearly removing Page from herself, then just as slowly sat back down. She was snug; tight but slippery. Page’s and Hasty’s groans filled the entire room, the covers bounced in the air alongside the rhythm of Hasty’s hips.

“Do you like this?” Hasty caressed his mizzle.

“Yes!” Page said, “Yes, this is incredible.”

“Ah-m I a slut?”

“No! You’re- I like you. You’re- aaah! - You’re good!”

Her ass rose up to his medial ring before slamming down on his hips. The muffled clap of her fat flanks was as maddening to hear as her moans; while Hasty’s weight was making his lap sore, he could endure a little bit of pain.

Page’s eyes were attracted to Hasty’s body, be it her honeyed lips, the soft patch of fuzz on her chest, or her curvy body jumping up and down on his cock. He never gazed for too long, however, Hasty repeatedly stole his attention away with kisses.

Hasty hastened herself, smacking harder against the wincing Page’s cock. He felt a wall of flesh right at his tip, he grew, he was getting wider - it’s gonna flare.

“Hasty!- Hasty, I’m-I’m gonna cum!” Page said between moans.

If Hasty had heard him, then she had paid him no attention. Even while his flare expanded deep inside of her, she didn’t stop. Even while he shot his load in her womb, she didn’t stop. Page opened his eyes and found Hasty still looking at them, bouncing her ass on him faster and faster. He came so much, more than he had ever before - and she continued to milk him.

Eventually Page’s shrunken cock slipped out from between her lips, halting the filly to a stop.

“You done?” she said.

“Ye-Yeah,” he said, short of breath.

“Can’t you go again?”

“Gi- give me a minute. Or two! Or two.”

“Hang on a second.”

Hasty lifted the cover off of them and laid down next to him. She spread her hind legs wide open, presenting her soaked nethers, which leaked with his cum.

“Come and lick me,” she said, with the sweetest voice he’d heard.

“Huh?”

“I’m close, come and lick me.”

After some effort lifting himself off of the ground, Page reached Hasty and peered at her glazed pussy.

“Lick?” he said.

“Hurry, I’m close!” Hasty quickly rubbed her clit as if it were on fire. “Lick here. Just here’s fine.”

He didn’t want to. He was going to, but he wasn’t particularly looking forward to getting his face near his own seed. Anything to please her.

Inching his way close to her gorgeous lips, Page stuck out his tongue. He ignored his disgust and licked the button she had appointed him her button, whilst internally discussing whether or not he should be enjoying her taste since there was quite a bit of himself left in her.

Page immediately came to stop once he started his job, since Hasty’s hindlegs jolted in place, startling him. To his relief, she missed him entirely and kept kicking the empty space behind him. Goodness knows that he only needed the one gash on his forehead.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m ok, sorry. Keep going,” she said.

Concerned but not completely discouraged, Page resumed his service. The strong mix of his spunk with her pleasant aroma wasn’t so bad to the nose. But the taste - the bittersweet taste, it almost made him retch. If not for Hasty’s sweetness, he could have had.

Page wasn’t sure if he was doing it correctly - he’d never seen or read about this before, but Hasty’s moans encouraged him. Her rigid clitoris was bathed and prodded, Page decided to make up with his ignorance with experimentation.

While Page worked his lips down on hers, Hasty’s hindlegs wrapped around him, squeezing his head. Page panicked and glanced up at Hasty - her eyes were fiercely shut, her mouth uttered the same “Yes, yes, yes, yes!” again and again. Page ignored his disgust and flicked her button with his tongue, wishing that the gulping down his spunk was worth the effort.

Hasty’s legs trembled rigidly not long after, soon enough a stream of sticky liquid coated his neck and chest with a thick coat of Hasty’s scent. Page didn’t mind it.

Page continously licked her until she loosened enough of her grip that he could move his neck around. As he looked down, he was surprised by the amount of cum that Hasty shot at him; the mares in those videotapes never gushed out that much. It tasted sweet.

“Page, hah,” Hasty said between ragged breaths. “Page… Page, help me up.”

Brushing off the sticky fluid with the cover, Page carefully lifted the flushed filly. Hasty held onto his back with her wings and glued their lips together, fishing for any lingering taste. After having her fill, she parted their mouths and nuzzled his muzzle.

“Are you hard again?” she said.

“Yeah.”

“Bed,” Hasty’s tail caressed his face as she passed by him. “Do me in bed. More comfortable.”

Like a dog, Page obediently followed Hasty, his gaze fixated on the sway of her damp rump. She struggled to get her backside up in the bed, probably too tired after the heavy lifting she did on his crotch. Page probably should help her, but the jiggle of her gifted backside had hypnotized him.

He wanted in, he wanted in her now.

As quickly as he could, Page mounted Hasty and shuffled to close the gap between their nethers - and the instant he did, a swift kick to shin sent him tumbling.

“No! No, no, no!” Hasty’s face was snow white, her chest heaved up and down like a racecar. “Not- Not from behind! Not- No!”

While he had quite a scare, Page brushed it off in a hurry once he heard Hasty’s cry. His hoof stung quite a bit, but he has had worse before. Hasty’s chest couldn’t keep steady, her eyes darted everywhere until they landed on him, and as soon as she did, she lunged at him and held him tightly, wings and all.

“Hasty? Hasty, what’s wrong?” Page nuzzled her neck, trying to grasp her worry. She flinched, then shuddered. “Are you ok? Was it something that I did? Sorry-”

“Hmhm, no, just- Not- Not from behind, I-” Hasty hiccuped. “Don’t come from- from behind. I don’t- I don’t like it from behind.”

Hasty’s anxiety put a coal on Page’s stomach. He’d never seen Hasty this mortified before, not even on that day in the park. Page slowly and steadily embraced her back, trying to figure out what could be wrong with her.
Doubting whether or not he was doing her any good racked his brain. Hasty’s body kept shaking still, if he tried letting go she’d grab him back. There weren’t enough tears for him to grab his handkerchief, either; not that Hasty would let him.

He held her, clueless as to what to do. Eventually, Hasty calmed down her panic and softed her grasp on him.

“Help me up the bed,” Hasty said, letting go of Page’s hooves and getting on to her own. “You’re- you’re gonna stick it up in me. Just - no behind. Please.”

“We don’t need to if you’re not doing ok,” Page said, pushing her upwards with his back.

“Do you want to or not?”

Page’s own chest hurt. He didn’t utter a word.

“I’m ok. I- I promise you,” she said.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Hasty,” he said.

“I want to have more sex with you. I want to. Please?”

In spite of his reluctance, Page gave in to Hasty’s desires. He’ll make time to prod her about that later.

Hasty’s body, laid with her back on the bed and flanks spread wide, slowly worked Page’s erection back to its peak. He admired her body more now than ever, but the scare still lingered in his mind.

“I’m ready, Page. Put it in,” se said, “Please.”

Page rooted his hind hooves on the carpet and the others on the bedding on Hasty’s sides. He slipped away from her entrance, just like Hasty had before, but his patience helped him overcome the problem. It felt liberating to move his hips freely, the aching on his hip was no longer a nuisance now that he was in control.

Her groans were honey to his ears, and her lips were just as sweet. The movie, forgotten long ago, was looping scenes from earlier. Page had tuned it all out - the only thing that he cared for was the speed of his thrusts and the beauty under him.

This new position helped his cock reach further in - his sheathe now pressed against her clit whenever he reached her deepest wall. With a strong will and a whole lot of want, Page managed to outspeed Hasty back when she was the one on top; the filly was more than delighted to receive his love.

Page tried going even faster, but a burn on his shin stopped him before he fell down again. Now that he paid attention to it, Page realized how much it really hurt. Hasty had done a number on him once again.

“Page? Why did you stop?” she said.

“My hoof hurts. Sorry, I gotta lay down,” he said, pulling out of her and sitting down on the carpet.

“Oh. Sorry,” she said, “Sorry.”

“It’s ok. I know you didn’t mean to.”

It’ll probably bruise. Feels like it will.

“Will you be alright?” she said.

“Yeah, let me just rest for a bit.”

“Hm. Here, just- grab my hoof.”

Ignoring his limp’s pain, Page held onto Hasty’s limb and hoisted himself to the bed. Once there, she rolled him over to his back, kissed him and grasped his glossed member.

“Just lie down, ok? I’ll make it up to you.”

Consumed by her craving, Hasty hurriedly slipped Page’s length into her and bounced her flanks. No inhibition held her back, Page’s pelvis was hammered without remorse - her ass clapped louder than ever and her cunt devoured and twisted his cock.

Bit by bit, Hasty increased the strength at which she slammed her clit against his crotch. Her boiling walls choked, contorted, rasped his member, causing bursts of moans to escape from both of their throats.

Avid for further pleasure, Page’s hips humped upwards, closing the gap Hasty made between them, smashing their bits together harder and faster, and flinging his ball sack against her ponut. Hasty’s cries heighted whenever their bodies met while his owns mixed with groans that blurred the meaning behind his words.

“Ah- Ah- Ah- Pa- Pa- Page- Page- I’m- I’m…”

Hasty pressed Page as farther into the bed as she could and grinded herself onto his lap. Her convulsions strangled Page beyond his limit - she was going to squeeze him dry if he didn’t give her more of what she wanted. The head of his cock enlarged once more, rubbing its flat shape against the narrow entrance of her womb and spurted time again and again.

The mix of their liquids trickled down to the bedding, overflowing from her lips and trailing down around his hips.

Flushed and exhausted, Page let his lungs regain their composure while Hasty rubbed the last traces of her afterglow on him. Once satisfied, she laid down atop of him to relax. Unlike him though, she had enough air in her tanks to wrestle tongues with him.

“You’re staying here tonight,” Hasty said, parting her mouth for what felt like an eternity.

“What-”

“You’ll sleep here with me,” Hasty nuzzled Page’s cheek, buried her nose in his neck and sniffled him. Was his sweat that good?

“I don’t know if I can. I told my parents that I was going to the library, they’ll freak out if I’m not back by dinner.”

“Call them, tell them that you’re staying with your marefriend. They’ll eat it up.”

“Marefri- *cough*” Spit went through the wrong hole. “They’ll get on my case if I say that! They’ll find out that I lied!”

“You aren’t, though.”

“I’m-I’m not?”

“No,” Hasty peered into his eyes. They had a pretty blue tinge to them. “You’re not.”

He nodded. She had an even prettier smile.

“Let’s take a bath,” she said, “We’re a mess. I got some more papers to look over before mom comes back.”

Page helped Hasty sluggishly rise from their sloppy nest and down the bed. His hips ached and his hindleg was a stump, but Hasty’s trot looked wrecked in comparison. His half mast jolted a little bit after looking at that, just a little bit.

“Again?” Page sighed. “One of these days your father will find out that you’ve been sneaking into his office,” he reluctantly continued.

“Whatever.”

“It’s annoying to have to read so much legal mumbo-jumbo, Hasty. Do you even know what you’re looking at?”

“I do.”

Page sighed again; days like these were where he cursed his quick reading. Soft strands of hair pulled his chin upwards, Hasty’s needy gaze and spread flanks greeted him, then coiled around his neck like a leash.

“You wanna see a filly up close? I’ll let you see everything in the shower if you do me that favor.”

He could do a little bit of reading. For her.

Epilogue

Sweat dripped from Hasty’s eyebrow, mosquitoes dug under her fur and several empty water littered her room. Page had gone to grab the tenth or so refill thus far. Hasty’s mind begged her to turn on the fans, but they’d scatter the seemingly infinite stacks of paper that Page had stacked by date, department and other things which went in Hasty’s ear and out the other.

Hasty swore that those pages multiplied at will, mocking her behind her back while she combed through them, pile after pile. There were so many office jargons, and procedures, and shift exchange notices, and inventory requests that Hasty felt as if she were stuck on a tiny boat rocking amidst a sea of poorly strung out words; the waves of ink made her head pound and her stomach to swirl. She wanted to find the goddamn whale and be done with it all.

“Hey, Hasty,” Page said, returning from the kitchen and offering her a dripping bottle of water. “Remember to drink, I don’t want you fainting again.”

“Thanks.”

Hasty gripped the bottle tightly, flipped and drained it within seconds, then crinkled it and flung it into a corner as hard as she could. Hasty starkly believes that she can accomplish anything that she sets her mind to, and while she’s more than used to her set of failures - those came hand in hand with trying out new things, she has to admit that taking up a long term goal like this is a nightmare.

“Relax, Hasty. We’ll get there,” Page said, “We’re done with over half of them.”

“Hm. Yeah.”

It took a lot of effort for Hasty not to drop all of this infernal mumbo jumbo and get on top of Page. The struggle which she fought to keep her focus on the papers was so big that her body had to remind her that, yes, she needs to eat and drink if she wants to keep breathing. No, you can’t do that later, you’ve said the same thing hours ago. If not for Page helping her out she’d probably also forget to use the toilet.
He’d been the port that she needed to get through this storm, and she’ll be sure to shower the colt with all the affection that seeps from her heart. But maybe later. She worked very hard on keeping her eyes on these papers.

“Hasty,” Page said, Hasty’s ears twitched and her tail waggled. “My dad’s starting to think that I’m with a colt, and my brother probably already knows what’s going on. Are you ok with me telling them yet?”

“Next week.”

“It was next week in the previous one, though.”

“I’ll make their favorite pie. That’ll help calm them down from the scare.”

“I don’t think it will.”

“You underestimate the power of my family’ recipe.”

Hasty picked up a snort from her side, but kept her nose buried on the papers. Her tail brushed against another and steadily coiled around it. This had to be enough for now. She smacked her parched lips.

“Ugh, I can’t find anything here either,” Page said, slumping onto the carpet. “Are you sure your dad keeps all the records from his fax? Nothing’s popping up.”

“A hundred percent. He’ll even go so far as to write everything down when the machine breaks.”

“His calligraphy is indecipherable.”

“You read too much printed paper. We can try some older books before bed.”

“I’ll pass.”

“Mom has some good romances.”

Words started to blur together. Maybe she shouldn’t be scratching their hoofs together - his body was electric.

“I’m always willing to discover new literature,” he said.

“So am I-”

The walls were closing. The air froze, her sweat made her shudder. The dates matched. A stallion. She knew her father’s writing - she couldn’t have read it wrong.

“Page. Page, Page- Page, I-I-”

Something sticky and hot covered her back- No, not this time. This one didn’t mean any harm. Page tried to share his heat, but it was cold. And damp. And cramped. So tight.

“Hasty, breathe. Do it like I’ve told you. Here, listen to my chest.”

Page always insisted on focusing on his breathing, but his heartbeat was more calming. Her own ached, but Page was there with her. There were no tunnels, there were no squirrels.

“You found it?”

Hasty nodded. Only his beat mattered right now. It was almost deafening.

“We’ll go to the cops. Maybe if we gather more proof-”

“No.”

“Hasty, you have to tell somepony else about this, it isn’t good for you!”

“Dad isn’t as forgiving as I am.”

The beat stopped as if caught in a hole.

“One day I’ll forgive you. You better be fucking there when I do.”

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Shut up. I have a plan. Help me with it.”

“So, did the photos come out right? We don’t have all day, Page.”

Hasty fiddled with her old uniform; wearing it felt suffocating, though it hadn’t been that long since she last wore it. Aside from new nameplates denoting which classrooms were which, the halls in the school were almost the same. They’d be hard pressed to renovate now that she wasn’t a student there anymore.

“Yeah.”

“Did you take out the colors?”

“Yes. I had to change some things in the machine, but I think I got it this time.”

“Good, I’m sick of having to take new ones,” she said, dragging the colt by the hoof. “Let’s go, if somepony recognizes me, we’re toast.”

“I still don’t like this. It feels wrong, Hasty.”

“You said you’d help me.”

“St. Maiden Hoof Street, number seventy nine hundred and eleven… Are you sure that this is it, Hasty? Everything here looks the same.”

“Yes. Plus, the address matches the newer records, too.”

“I… I don't entirely agree with this.”

“You said-”

“I know. I’m not going back on my word.”

“Good. Thank you.”

“- To you!”

Several sparkles showered from the cake - her favorite. Her mom insisted on baking it for her, but Hasty wanted to occupy her mind. A room full of hooves stomped on the dining floor of her house; several were less than enthusiastic, but Hasty didn’t mind. They’d forgive her eventually. Even if they didn’t, she still got the colt.

“Happy birthday, Hasty! Blow the candles and make a wish!”

Hasty savored the fragile flame lightning up her face. She firmly grasped the colt’s hoof under the table and took out the flame. Everypony cheered. Her father gave her the tightest hug she’d had - it had been a few years. Her mother rubbed Hasty back in the same way she loved ever since she was but a newborn, and cut the cake.

The first two slices were given to Hasty and Page, but she gave the honors to the heads of the second family present there.

Hasty made no wish, she asked for no presents. She was more than content spending her birthday with her family and coltfriend.

Incidentally, there had been a break-in on a nondescript apartment in a far away neighborhood a few days ago. Barely anything had been stolen, but the place was completely trashed.

Additionally, a small collum in the corner of today’s newspaper reported how an anonymous tip led the police to find illegal pornography inside the apartment of a worker from Hasty’s father’s conglomerate.

His case worsened when some mares from the same company as his shed some light onto his history of workplace sexual harrassment. His future looked grim, though nopony was lamenting for him.

Hasty squeezed Page’s hoof. Life is sweet sometimes.

Author's Note

That's all for now! Thanks for reading this thing.