Chapters Mam Marella and the Plenn Te Affair
Episode I - The Princely Assignment
The blaring alarm jolted the pony out of a peaceful slumber…well, about as peaceful as one could get, given her circumstances, laying on a small cot in the rear of her cargo ship.
“I’M UP!!” she yelled, her loud voice registering with the ship’s computer, which shut off the annoying sound.
The curvaceous pony yawned and stretched, before going limp and closing her big green eyes.
A few moments later, the alarm blared again, louder than before!
Rising from her dinky little cot, the young pony drew herself up to her full height, her massive breasts bounced against her upper thighs, before soon rebounding off of them with each step, as she clattered her hooves across the small ship, and right into the main cockpit.
“OKAY I’M UP FOR REAL!!!” she yelled, pressing the off switch on the alarm panel just to be sure.
And thus began the daily routine, for Space Guild Security Force Ranger BE-113, also known as: Mam Marella.
Looking at the control panel squished against her chest in front of her, she saw a blinking light that signaled that she was to report in with the guild immediately.
“Not until this filly looks more presentable,” she said, looking down at her soft white body, on which she was clothed in a regulation silver bottoms, and two large silver covers that protected her large, delicate nipples.
Moments later, she had set the coffee machine to brew, while she removed her clothing, and squeezed into the regulation-size shower (of which she was definitely a bit larger than regulation-size!).
A cleaning agent circulated through the limited cold water that trickled from the overhead faucet, as she attempted to clean as much as she could, in what little space there was.
After squeezing out of the shower, she popped a dryer pill into her mouth, and took a large swig of joe. A few seconds later, the pill had dried her off, and her pink and purple locks frizzed out in thick, voluptuous curves.
Once she had dressed back in her silver undergarments, she opened a small closet, and removed one of her many white, Space Guild-approved bodysuits. Once properly clad in the form-fitting attire, it was time to get down to business.
Pushing a button, she settled into the pilot’s seat as a hologram of a gold and orange pony, her Commander, appeared before her.
“Greetings, Ranger BE-113,” said the Commander.
“Greetings, Commander Merkin,” she replied.
“I trust you are doing well?”
“About as well as can be, given what the guild is paying.”
“BE-113, you know we are attempting negotiations with The Council of the Esteemed Throne, but change does not happen overnight.”
“Funny, isn’t it?” replied Mam. “The rulers we protect just keep getting richer, and they still expect to pay the same for our services, as their fathers did 50 years ago. You know what we need? We need a ‘make your King go to work’ day. I’d happily trade places with some snooty King. Sit on that cushy throne, stuffing my muzzle with pastries, and laughing, knowing his cushy plot was stuck behind the controls of one of these tubs.”
“I think we’d all like to have a crack at that,” smiled the Commander. “I’ll make sure to add that to the suggestion box next time I pass by. Speaking of royalty, there’s an assignment that came up, very close to your vicinity.”
“Can’t I pass it off on some lowly cadet?” asked Mam.
“Not for what’s being asked. The ruler of the Turgid System, King Opeensh, has requested we facilitate the transfer of his son to Prime Imperium.”
“The mightiest of kingdoms?” asked the Ranger.
“Correct. The Emperor’s daughter Zircon has just come of age, and the Emperor has requested that the King’s son, Prince Plenn Te, bless the royal family with his seed.”
“So, I’m being assigned to take some blue-blooded brat across the galaxy to get laid?”
“Apparently so,” replied the Commander. “And you better get moving. His highness made the request 3 hours ago. And please, do try not to insult our clients.”
“Oh come now, commander,” said Mam Marella, extending her arms to the sides and starting up the ship’s virtual controls, “I’m always nice to paying royalty!”
Mam Marella’s ship was already inside the Turgid system, so it took very little time before her craft shot through the atmosphere of the planet Bolge, where the royal family resided.
A haze hung over the atmosphere of the planet, terrain rose up in patchy colors of peach. Wind also rippled across miles and miles of dark, tangled grass. Across the landscape, she could see small groups of dwellings, but no major signs of cities, or advanced technology.
And then through the haze, she saw the Turgid Stronghold.
Carved into the side of a large mountain, a tall ring of stone and rock work separated the royal keep from any outsiders. Along the walls rose towers over 40 ft tall, atop of which well-abutted battlements sat. As Mam Marella approached, she could see the soldiers at the top aiming their large weaponry at her craft.
“Attention, attention,” came a voice over her radio. “This is Turgid Stronghold. Identify yourself.”
“Settle down, fellas,” she responded. “This is Ranger BE-113, of the Space Guild Protection Force. Just dropping by to do the King a solid, and help his son find some ac-tion!”
There was a brief silence, before the radio crackled again.
“Roger, Ranger BE-113. You are cleared to land on platform C.”
And with that, she flew over the walls, and carefully landed in the designated area.
As the craft’s doors hissed open, she found a little stallion in dark-grey robes standing before her. Dark shades hid his eyes, but the girl was fairly certain his eyes were checking her out.
“Welcome to Turgid Stronghold, Ranger,” said the stallion. “I’m Arh Welbuh, the advisor to his highness, King Opeensh. You are indeed Ranger BE-113, that the guild sent for the assignment?”
“I am, sir.”
“I will need to see your ID before we can proceed?”
“Very well.”
The young pony reached down, and parted her chest, as the stallion kneeled before the area where her navel would be.
There was a beeping sound, and his glasses suddenly flashed red, before a chirping sound was heard.
“Thank you,” said Arh. “Follow me, please.”
As Mam Marella followed along, she could feel the humid heat of the region beating down on her. The suit she was wearing was already starting to hear up, and she could feel sweat forming on her forehead, and in other places.
Arh led her through a number of rooms and large doors, before they came to the main throne room. Seated on a throne 15 feet above them, was the king. His dark blue skin and white hair, stood out in contrast to the peach and gold colorations of the large room. Even his robes seemed to match his surroundings.
“A little late, I see,” said the King. “I told the guild to send me their finest…and a strong soldier…but they said you were the closest, so here you are.”
“Your highness,” said Mam Marella, bowing before the mighty stallion, her large chest touching the carpeted floor.
“You appear to be quite bounteous than many other vixens of your stature. Please, join me and rest your hooves. You as well, Arh. Servants, fetch us refreshments!”
And soon, the young ranger found herself sitting with the King and Arh, though in a less elaborate seat, with a stone glass filled with a bubbly, purple substance that seemed somewhat salty to the taste.
“Know full well, vixen,” said the King, “my son will be entrusted to your care. You are to see that he is escorted to the Emperor’s daughter, with no diversions. It is imperative to the agreement between our realms.”
“And what agreement is that?” asked Mam.
“That does not concern you,” snapped Arh. “You are simply to provide your services per the guild’s guidelines. You will deliver the Prince to his destination. Once he has completed his royal duties, you will then return him to us. Once he is back in our presence, your payment will be released into your guild account. Please be aware that you will not be able to access said funds until at least two weeks after the mission is completed.”
Swell, thought Mam. They’re low-balling me, and holding my pay hostage.
“Understandable,” she nodded, still acting as proper as possible.
It was then that Arh clapped his hands. The sound echoed in the huge hall, as some servants placed a table, some papers, and a pen in front of her.
“Your contract for the assignment,” said Arh. “Any business transactions with the Turgid Kingdom have to be properly recorded for posterity.”
There were at least 20 pages of documents in front of her. Mam knew the dangers of signing something before you read it, but this was one of those days that she just wanted to get over with as soon as possible.
She signed her name with the pen, whose purple ink gave off a rather putrid smell.
“Tis’ the blood of the Dirsed beasts that roam this planet,” said the King. “Our family has used it in the signing of documents for centuries.”
“Well, now that the details have been taken care of,” said Arh, reviewing the papers, “It is time for your assignment to begin. Guards, bring forth the Prince!”
Two of the adorned guards bowed, and exited through an archway, covered in symbols that Mam could not decipher. Moments later, they returned, flanking a handsome-looking stallion.
Like his father, the prince’s skin was dark blue, but his hair was a mixture of white and black coloration. As he drew closer, she could see that his eyes were as shiny as gold.
He was also clothed only in a long, flowing robe that ended past his knees. An elaborate pattern graced the flowing, silken item.
“Father,” said the young stallion, bowing before his elder.
“Plenn Te, my son,” smiled the King, getting up from his throne, and placing his hands on the young stallion’s shoulders. “You look resplendent. Zircon is indeed fortunate to receive your purist seed. It will grow her and our Kingdom mightily.”
“Yes, father.”
“Ranger, you may approach,” commanded the King. “My son, this is the Ranger who will be escorting you.”
“I am Ranger BE-113,” said Mam, kneeling before the young stallion. “It tis’ an honor to be serving you.”
“You may rise, Ranger,” replied the Prince. “Please, lead us to your transport.”
Mam Marella was surprised to find a number of guards flanking the path to her ship.
As she, Arh, and the King and Prince walked past, each soldier snapped to attention.
When they finally reached the ship, the King saluted his son, and Mam led him up onto the ship.
“You will be seated here,” she said, pointing to a chair some ways behind her own. “Please belt up for your safety.”
The Prince did as he was told, and Mam took her seat, activating the ship.
“Attention, Turgid Stronghold,” she said, pressing a communications button, “this is Ranger BE-113, Prince is aboard. Departure permission request.”
“Copy, Ranger BE-113,” came a reply. “You are clear for takeoff. Once you are airborne, an escort will guide you to the edge of Turgid space.”
And with that the engines on the ship thundered to life, and moments later, the small craft had cleared the walls of the kingdom, and streaked up into the sky, as two additional craft followed closely behind.
As the King and his assistant adjourned to the throne room, they did not notice a figure, lurking in the shadows of the landing platform.
“Come in, come in,” said the figure into a wrist communicator, “this is Sleetz, reporting in. Do you copy?”
“Yes, Sleetz,” came a voice on the other end, “is the package in motion?”
“Affirmative, and the tracking device is operative. You’ll be able to pick it up on the forty-meter band. Remember, wait until they have passed well outside of Turgid space, where the escort ships will return to the base. Once the ranger’s ship enters into open space territory, that should give you all the time you need to immobilize the ship, and capture the Prince.”
“Very good, Sleetz,” replied the voice. “When she has the young stud in her hands, it will only be a matter of time before the Turgid system falls...and then, the Empire.”
It wasn’t long before Mam received notice from the escorts, that they had reached the border of the kingdom’s space territory.
The two craft headed back, as Mam and the Prince continued on their way.
The flight had been mostly quiet up to this point, when the Prince’s voice rang out.
“What is your name?” he asked.
“I am Ranger BE-113, your highness,” she replied, not turning her head.
“That is your designation by the guild, Miss. I wish to know the name of my pilot and escort.”
“Does it matter, your highness?”
“To me it does. And you can stop referring to me as ‘your highness.’”
Mam was silent for a moment. Of the countless royals she had escorted over the years, this was the first one to ever make such a request, let alone wanted her to drop the regal address.
“Well if you must know, my name is Mam Marella.”
“Sounds like a name out of a fairy tale,” noted the Prince. “Sort of like, Cinderella.”
“Do you know of a space ball where I could go to marry a Prince?” she smirked.
“I do not,” he replied. “How did your parents come to choose such a name?”
“I…never knew my parents,” she replied.
“I am sorry to hear that. What happened to them?”
“I don’t know. I was found abandoned by a guild member, and she adopted me. However, she was really into some spiritual bimbo-himbo nonsense, and took me to some mystic to give me a name.”
“So, the mystic named you-“
“Yep.”
“Does it have any specific meaning?”
“She didn’t tell my guardian, just that I would be destined for big things.”
“Ooohhh, is-“
“I know what you’re thinking. Don’t even say it.”
“Alright, alright,” said the Prince. “I will admit, it does seem like, a mouthful for a name. Mind if I just call you, Mam?”
“Fine by me,” she sighed. “I get paid the same, no matter what you call me.”
“Okay, ‘Mam,’” he said, chuckling and saluting at her.
“Har-har-har,” she said. “Since we’re under the microscope with names, let’s hear yours.”
“My full title is Prince Plenn Te,” he replied.
“Who ‘bestowed’ that name on you?” she asked.
“My mother,” he replied. “A former assistant to my father, informed me she was very adamant with the name. I was the first-born son, and both of them had particular ideas on what I should be called. In the end, my mother won out over my father.”
“What did he want to name you?”
“Prince Oneesh Thrum the Second.”
“Ah, so your Daddy is one of ‘those’ royals?”
“Usually in Turgid, the word of the King carries weight, but for some reason, my mother refused to back down, and demanded I be named as she requested. I don’t know how she did it, but she got her wish.”
“She sounds like she has some spunk. Did she help set you up with Zircon?”
“No. After I was born, she suffered some medical complications. She passed a few weeks later.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Mam, sincerely meaning it. “Did the King remarry?”
“No. The rules for the royal household is royalty is only supposed to marry once in their lifetime. Only one wife, no others. If she dies, he must also take an oath of celibacy.”
At this, Mam Marella let out a laugh.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“A rule telling a King he can only marry once and no hanky-panky!? No way some stallion like that is gonna just sit back and play with himself for the rest of his life!”
“Mam, watch your tone when speaking about my father,” said Plenn, the tone of his vbice sounding like a warning.
“I apologize,” she said. “But seriously, someone of his power obeying the rules? When it comes to royalty, rules can always be broken.”
“Not in our kingdom. The royal scholars wield a great deal more power than most. Even the the business decision for me to seed the Emperor's daughter was carefully scrutinized. Father may have had the idea, but tradition dictated they approve of it.”
“So, back to your father. If he didn’t obey the rules and say, had a mistress, what would be his punishment?”
“…castration.”
“Whoa,” shuddered Mam, “those royal scholars really mean business.”
Suddenly, a button began blinking on the console in front of her.
“Incoming transmission,” exclaimed the computer.
“Identify yourself,” said Mam, pressing some buttons.
“Attention Ranger,” came a muffled voice over the speakers. “I am authorized to relieve you of your cargo. Prepare to be boarded.”
“Who is this?” she asked. “Who gave the authorization? Are you with the Empire?”
“My employer is not associated with any acknowledged royal factions. You have 20 seconds to comply. If you do not, additional measures will be taken to immobilize your ship, and retrieve the cargo.”
At these words, she muted her speakers, and turned to look back at the Prince, seated behind her.
“Strap yourself in, your highness,” she said. “It’s going to get bumpy."
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author's Note
And so, we are left on a cliffhanger with Mam Marella and Plenn Te.
The concept for the story was to create a sci-fi/fantasy/sex story in the MLP universe. In my mind, this could be something that a college-age Sweetie Belle from another of my stories, could be writing in secret.
The goal for this story was to do something much different than normal, which is take an anthro-hyper-pony and put her into a sci-fi situation, such as with the character of Barbarella .
I did take a few story cues from that film, as well as author Terry Southern in regards to certain elements. There also is a little nod to a Rumiko Takahashi short story manga, titled Maris the Chojo .
Mam Marella and the Plenn Te Affair
Episode II - A Change of Plans
“Ranger,” came the muffled voice over the ships speakers. “You now have ten seconds to comply.”
Mam Marrella heard two clicks from the seat behind her…the sounds signaling that her passenger was secured in his seat.
“Alright,” she replied to the voice over the speakers. “You may proceed.”
“What!?” Exclaimed Prince Plenn Te.
Quickly, she muted the speakers.
“Just trust me,” she said, turning to look back at him. “I know what I’m doing. Now be quiet.”
“Sorry,” she said, turning the speakers back on. “These royals have no clue what it’s like out here for beings like you and me. Say, just so I have some peace of mind, I’d like to see whom I’m dealing with.”
“My identity is not for you to know,” came the voice.
“Then at least reveal your ship. I’ve heard tales about haunted patches of deep space. At least show me that I’m not gonna spend eternity stuck in this speck of the universe.”
There was a long silence, before a distance outside of the craft’s window, a faded red craft appeared.
Cloaking technology, Mam thought to herself.
As her eyes quickly glanced over the ship, she could tell it was several generations old. She couldn’t make out any modifications or affiliation markings, and the main cockpit windows were heavily tinted.
“Any chance you could show me inside?” she asked.
“This is as much as you will see,” claimed the voice. “Anymore stalling, and force shall be administered.”
“Okay-okay,” she sighed. “I assume you have a linkage porter on that thing? Mine’s on the bottom of this tug. Just dive on underneath me and get ready to port."
As she watched out the window, the craft dived down, and proximity sensors indicated the ship was closing in on the porter area. At this moment, she switched off the communication speakers.
“Hold your position,” came the voice from the opposite ship.
“15 feet to docking,” came the ship’s voice.
Upon hearing this, Mam flipped the cover off a switch.
“10 feet to docking.”
“Get ready,” she said, glancing back at the prince.
“5 feet to docking.”
2.3 seconds later, her finger had flipped the switch, and stars streaked past the front port window. The craft vibrated heavily, causing the pony’s massive chest to wobble like gelatin.
“Little something I added in,” she noted. “I’m sure whatever that tin can of his is packing, he’s just getting his bearings by-“
Suddenly, the ship jerked violently as an explosion was heard behind them.
“Warning, critical hit,” noted the computer.
Turning to a monitor, Mam Marella could see a dot closing in on them fast.
“Oh, so you wanna play rough?” she smirked.
The prince was not prepared for what happened next.
As he watched, the streaking stars became normal, but then they whizzed upwards, and he found his robes billowing up into his face, as his pilot made a loop!
As the craft leveled out, a red streak zoomed past and a moment later, the stars streaked again and they were gaining on the ship.
“Eat this, Snurchuff!” cried Mam, as her thumbs pressed into the controls.
Blasts of energy began pulverizing the enemy craft’s rear engines. One of them blew out, before the craft suddenly disappeared!
This caused Mam to flick the switch, and the craft glided to an abrupt halt, causing her and her passenger to be jolted around uncomfortably.
“Can we please stop with the starting-and-stopping?” gulped the prince.
“Hush up,” said Mam, checking her systems.
“Warning,” came the computer’s voice. “Ships power at 30 percent.”
“Oh, great," muttered Mam, "that attack ruptured several fuel cell channels. We’re just lucky it wasn’t a direct hit.”
“Can’t you do that fast-thingy and get us out of here?”
“Not with my power where it is. We don’t know how long this fella is gonna be chasing us. Just gonna have to think smarter.”
“Attention, Ranger,” came the attacker’s voice through the speaker system again. “I grow tired of your antics.”
“Oh, really?” Mam responded, switching communications back on. “Most think I’m the life of the party!”
“I have succeeded in hampering your fuel reserves. I am prepared to extract your cargo, even if it means your death. There will be no second chances.”
Upon hearing this, Mam began checking her guidance information on another screen.
There’s nowhere to hide out here, she thought. Where’s the nearest planet?
And there it was: Planet 321-REI. The computer indicated it was barren, but perhaps there might be something on the surface that could help them.
“I grow weary of your silence,” came the voice over the speaker.
“And I’m done listening,” she said, as she throttled the engines, and the craft took off.
“Are you crazy?” asked the prince. “We don’t know where he is!”
It was just then that another explosion jostled the ship.
“He’s behind us,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, and he’s gonna destroy your ship!”
“He’s just trying to slow us down,” Mam replied, as the ship shifted to the right. “He’s after you. No way he’d take the risk and blow us to pieces. We just gotta outthink him and hope he’ll make a mistake.”
It was then that 321-REI appeared out the right side of the main window. The coloration didn’t seem natural, but that was the least of their worries as Mam increased speed and the planet grew in size as they approached.
“What if he doesn’t make a mistake?” asked the prince.
“Then I’ll just have to improvise,” she replied, throttling the ship through some clouds.
As they cleared away, Mam saw the terrain below them, littered with criss-crossing canyons.
“Hold on!” she cried out, as the craft dove down, and striated patterns blurred past the windows.
An explosion behind them was all she needed to know that her pursuer had taken the bait.
“Do you know where you’re going?” called out Plenn.
“No idea,” she replied, looping around a corner. “I’ve never been here before.”
“Then how do you know what you’re doing?”
“I’m making this up as I go,” she replied, as an explosion up ahead dislodged a boulder that she just barely missed.
“Pull up, pull up!” cried out the prince.
“That’s what he wants!” she cried out. “I fly up, he’ll have a clear shot at us. It’s safer to take our chances down here!”
“Safer!?” Cried out Plenn, as the craft dipped under one formation and looped down another corridor of rock.
As she took another turn, an idea formed in Mam’s head. Just as it did, a light began blinking on the console in front of her.
Almost out of fuel, she thought. If I’m gonna pull this off, it has to be now.
Going through another canyon, she saw a tunnel leading off a ways, and dove in.
Soon, the sides of the tunnel lit up with blaster fire, a sign that her pursuer had followed her in.
Let there be an exit, let there be an exit, she thought to herself.
As if in answer, a spec of light began to grow up ahead. Mam then pushed the speed on the ship, knowing it might mean the end of their fuel supply.
In seconds, the ship shot through, and Mam spun it into a 180, blasting away at the rocky opening. Moments later, she watched as the nose of the pursuing ship began to emerge, before the rocky outcropping fully crumbled, crushing the ship.
“Yeah!” she cried out, causing her chest to wobble. “Gotcha, sucka!”
The victory was short-lived as one last blaster bolt shot out of an exposed cannon, and pierced through the cockpit window, missing Mam and her passenger, but striking a rear panel. Moments later, alarms sounded and smoke filled the ship.
“Oh great,” she said, as the craft began to plummet and she strapped herself in, the straps pushing deep into her chest. “This is gonna be a hard landing, your highness. Brace for impact!”
The two passengers were jerked violently as the craft slammed into the ground! The impact caused the underside to come apart in places, and a section of the craft’s wall tore away in a shower of wiring and sparks! Back behind the prince, the smoke had increased as he struggled out of his seat.
“Ungh,” murmured Mam, struggling to get out of her seat.
“Let me help you,” cried out Plenn, as he struggled to get to her.
“I can, handle this,” she said, as the smoke got thicker. “Get to the extinguisher and put that out.”
Plenn did as instructed. Moments later, the smoke became less thick, and Mam Marella finally succeeded in unstrapping herself from her seat.
“Did you get him?” asked Plenn.
“Pretty sure I did,” she replied, struggling out of her seat, and stumbling over to manually open the ship’s door to let the smoke out.
“Then what was with that last blaster bolt?”
“Who knows? Maybe him, a rock hitting the controls. We’ll never know.”
“So, where do we go now?” asked Plenn, looking out the door at the towering canyon walls above, and the pathways leading off to who-knew-where.
“Do you always ask so many questions?”
“Hey, I’ve never been in a ship where I was being fired on. This is all new to me.”
“Lucky for you, rookie,” she said, returning to her seat, and pressing some buttons. “Looks like in regards to where we’re going, as I suspected, it’s nowhere in particular at the moment. That last shot did a number on the controls, and whatever fuel we had left has leaked out.”
“So we’re stuck here?”
“For now,” she said, hitting a button that began to blink. “Guild Force craft are tied into a central mainframe. They’ll receive this distress signal and come for us.”
“How long will that take?”
“Hard to say. If it’s a light business day, maybe a few hours. If they’re experiencing a heavy load or a number of staff have called off, could be longer.”
“How long?”
“As long as it takes-look, it’s not like we’re all sitting around waiting for rich brats like you that need to be escorted to a nigriv ceremony!”
“I was just asking a question. You don’t need to raise your voice at me.”
“Whatever,” she said, brushing past him and going to the back, checking the shower unit water supply. “Blast. Should have filled this up while on your planet. Looks like we’ll be rationing what little is left of the water until we’re rescued.”
Even in the shadow of the canyons, the heat on 321-REI was incredibly hot inside the ship.
Plenn had recommended they scout around for civilization or signs of life, but Mam wasn’t willing to risk them getting lost or possibly devoured by who knew what lurked in the canyons.
And so it was that they found themselves in the oven-like remains of the ship, the Prince sitting near Mam, as she brandished a large blaster, sitting on the door stoop, keeping an eye out for anything that might be a threat.
Hours passed, and what little was left of the water was soon gone.
“So, now what?” asked Plenn, seeing Mam frustrated.
“I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this,” she sighed. “But we’re going to have to use some of my…reserves.”
“You have more water? But you said-“
“It’s not water, just…I really don’t want to do this, but I’m going to need your help.”
“Of course,” he said, coming closer to her. “Anything to help!”
“Are you a prince, or a puppy dog?” she smirked. “Now bear in mind, this is strictly business, got it?”
“Sure, whatever you say.”
“Good. Now remember, I can report you.”
Plenn was trying to figure out what she meant, when the ranger pressed some buttons on her wrist communicator. Moments later, the clothing pattern covering her left breast seemed to melt away, exposing the milky-white surface, and a grey-colored nipple!
“Now, here’s what you’re going to do,” she said, watching his eyes just oogling her exposed area. “I’m going to need you to squeeze my nipple, and fill up that water supply unit.”
“Wh-y-wh-we’re gonna drink your…m-milk?” he asked.
“At this point, it’s the only thing we can drink on this hunk of junk,” she replied. “Now, I’m gonna need you to act like a big boy, and help me.”
Plenn ignored the dig at his maturity, and leaned down. He didn’t admit it to the ranger, but he could feel his ‘royal pillar,’ getting thicker beneath the ceremonial robes.
“Kind of…large,” he noted.
“Look, it’s not rocket science,” she said. “Just get a grip on it, squeeze, and pull. And be sure to aim.”
And with that, Plenn Te did as he was told. Moments later, a stream of white liquid shot from the end of the nipple, washing over the container. After some more tugs, he was able to properly direct the stream into the opening. Soon, the container was full, and he screwed the cap on.
“There we go,” he said, as he heard the ranger give off a rather breathless murmur. “Are you feeling well?”
“I’m just, very sensitive in that region,” she gasped, trying to calm her breathing. “Do you know how many fellas would pay big credits to do what you just did?”
“Are you going to charge me for-“
“No!” she sighed.
“Well, alright then,” he said, taking his robe, and wiping the tip of her slippery nipple.
“W-what are you doing?” she asked.
“You’re still a little wet. Just drying you off.”
“But that’s your ceremonial robe!”
“So? It’s not that big a deal.”
“But your father-“
“If my father is worried about breast milk on my robe it’s my fault, okay!?”
The directness of the line caused Mam’s eyes to open wide. This prince assuming responsibility for such a thing was something she definitely did not expect.
“Okay,” she said. “Can you, pass me the container?”
As her hands grasped the container, Mam took a sip and winced.
“Is it sour?” Plenn asked.
“No, I just don’t care for the taste of my own milk.”
“Even after all this time?”
“I don’t normally drink it. But in this case, it’s all we got.”
Plenn held out for as long as he could, but eventually, he reached for the container, and took a drink.
He’d only had milk on a few occasions, and also never at a lukewarm temperature like this.
He ended up taking a few more drinks, as the light in the sky began to fade.
Mam wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep, but the blinking, beeping light on the control panel woke her up.
Illuminating her horn, the green glow showed the Prince asleep next to her, his arms holding the container of milk tightly.
Suddenly, there were several bursts of white light from high above them, that bathed the ship and canyon area in a bright illumination.
Mam held her blaster tightly, but her grip softened as she saw three rangers in uniform wearing jetpacks, touching down in front of her and the prince.
“Ranger BE-113?” asked one.
“Yes,” she replied, standing at attention, holding the blaster in one hand, and saluting with the other.
“Is your assignment secure?”
“Prince Plenn Te is confirmed secure, and safe.”
“At ease, soldier. We can take it from here. You will relinquish responsibility of your cargo, and we will have another ranger complete the assignment.”
Though she dropped the salute, Mam still stood her ground.
“With all due respect ranger, I wish to see this mission through to the end.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author's Note
One of the first times I’ve written an action scene in fanfiction. I had to really keep myself from over-explaining a lot. The goal was to give enough information for the reader to understand what was going on, and use their imagination.
I’m sure those of you reading the story can probably figure out where some of the inspiration for this episode came from. There’s even a little nod to the film Bowfinger in here too.
If this episode seemed a little brief, don’t worry…the next one is going to be quite a bit longer.
Mam Marella and the Plenn Te Affair
Episode III - Among the Elite
After a shuttle had collected the remnants of her damaged spacecraft, Mam Mamarella, along with Prince Plenn and the rangers assigned to pick them up, headed to the nearest planet, which happened to be H4-RMO.
In the last few decades, much of the planet had been turned into a decadent tourist destination for the wealthy and super-elite of the galaxy. While tall towers glistened in lights that choked off the glow of stars overhead, Mam was in the office of a low-level ranger station in the dingy shadows below.
“I told you,” Mam said to an officer, recording her statement, “I didn’t get a chance to see what he looked like. Whomever he is, you can dig him out of the rubble I dropped on him.”
“A retrieval team is currently examining the ship as we speak,” claimed the officer, “but they found no trace of anyone inside the ship.”
“Well something was flying that thing. I’m not dumb enough to wreck my ship and waste time not getting my client to their destination.”
“No one is saying you did, Ranger Marella. Your record shows you to be heavily-reliable.”
“So, when can I be given a temporary ship to get the prince to his destination?” she asked.
“Unfortunately, all reserve ships are in action,” said the ranger, “and by the current information we have, it will take at least three days to get yours repaired to the point of being usable again.”
“So that means…”
“At this point in time, your client’s father is already upset enough that the intended rendezvous time-frame has not been met. We are currently doing damage control, but he has demanded that his son be reassigned to another ranger.”
“What!?” cried out Mam, getting to her hooves so quickly, that her chest nearly smacked her in the face.
“It’s the most logical thing to do, Ranger Marella. In the meantime, your ship will be repaired, and once you have paid off the bill, you can move onto anoter-where are you going? Ranger? Ranger!”
Mam was already out the door and stomping down a dimly-lit hallway. Each hoofbeat echoed off the walls as she peered through one-way glass windows on either side, looking for the Prince. Eight windows down, she saw him seated in a chair with several rangers flanking him, speaking to a large image of his father on a holo-screen.
“Open up!” She cried out, banging on the door. “Open this door now!”
A moment later, one of the rangers inside opened the door, and was quickly shoved against a wall as Mam’s huge chest squeezed through the doorframe.
“Mam?” asked Plenn, as she walked past him, staring up at the King on-screen.
“What is the meaning of this intrusion?” asked the king. “This is a private-“
“Your highness, I am Ranger BE-113,” declared Mam. “I was assigned to deliver your son to the Emperor and his daughter Zircon, and I demand that I be allowed to complete my mission.”
“You…demand?” asked the king, before suddenly bursting out laughing. “By what authority do you have to demand anything from me?”
“Wait,” interrupted Plenn. “Father, is this true?”
“Of course it is! We’ve already lost valuable time, and are wasting even more at the moment. Fortunately, the Rangers have informed me that a new ranger assignment will not cost us any more time or money, and they have even given us a fifteen percent discount on the transit fee.”
There was a pause as the prince looked at the ranger he had been in company with. Her green eyes were fixed intently on the image of his father, but it seemed there was more determination in her eyes, than anger at this turn of events.
“Father,” said Plenn, “I wish to voice my thoughts on the situation. What happened during my transit was in no way this ranger’s fault. It is fairly obvious that somepony knew about where I was going, and something else is ahoof here. Might I recommend you interrogate those in employ to our kingdom?”
“Well, yes, of course,” replied the king, “we should investigate, but we also need to get you-“
“I wish to stay in Ranger Mam Marella’s protection.”
There was silence for a split-second, as the ranger turned her head to look at the seated stallion, her curled hair bouncing wildly.
“Really?” came the unanimous, shocked response from both the ranger, and Plenn’s father.
“Yes,” replied Plenn, standing up. “I have only been with her for a short time, but I must say that I am very impressed with her skills.”
“You…you are?” asked Mam, not realizing the blush that was spreading across her porcelain white cheeks.
“Impressive or not, you have an appointment to keep,” insisted the king. “Her ship needs to be repaired-“
“Then I shall wait until it is repaired, and we shall be on our way,” said the Prince.
“This-th-this is not how these things are done!” bellowed the king, his voice making everypony in the room back away, except for Mam and Plenn. “You have a schedule to keep! The Emperor is already having second thoughts, and if this deal fails to happen-“
“The Emperor will have to be patient,” said Plenn, his voice incredibly controlled, compared to the tension in the room.
“I can have the ranger corp shackle and deliver you to the Emperor by force-“
“Your threat won’t work on me, father. You wouldn’t dare do so, because it would make you look unstable, having your son led into the Emperor’s palace in chains, let alone you would not dare pay the ranger corp more than you already have in mind. I know you will not risk losing anymore credits on this task, and I am pretty sure the ranger corp is not going to give you anymore of a discount than what you’ve been able to squeeze out of them so far.”
The room was silent. Even Mam knew that in a situation such as this, interruption by one of the corp in the room would not make any difference. This family squabble would decide what would come next.
“If you do this,” growled the king, “any charges you incur while waiting to leave that planet, will be on your finances. And if the Emperor demands to know what is going on, you will take it up with him.”
“If that is what the cost of making my own decisions in this matter may be father, then so be it,” replied Plenn.
“You…should also see to it that you have some new identification made for now. If there is someone out to get you, your name could be in jeopardy.”
“Of course. I’ll make sure we get that taken care of next.”
“What do you mean, ‘we?’”
“Myself and Ranger Marella here.”
“What!?” came another unanimous declaration from the King and the curvaceous ranger.
“If she dresses as my security detail, it will be immediately suspicious. I would like her to go…undercover, in this situation.”
“Ranger,” said the king, turning his eyes on Mam. “If this is some ploy to-“
“This was my decision father, not hers! And before you say anything more, anything necessary for her involvement in this mission, shall be paid for by me.”
At these words, he turned to look at her.
“Ranger BE-113, I am requesting your continued services, outside the original parameters of your assignment. Will you accept?” he asked.
Mam could feel all eyes in the room (and on the screen) fixed on her. She knew this was a highly unusual request, and yet she knew it was currently the only way she could proceed, in order to complete her mission and receive some form of payment.
“If this is as you wish, your highness, then I shall accept your choices,” she said, addressing him directly, and bowing her head.
“See father?” smiled Plenn. “That should settle it. Though for good measure, how about I cover your repairs, Ranger?”
Mam tried to keep her eyes from shooting wide open at this.
“I-I, suppose if you wish to, your highness,” she said, struggling to keep her voice from leaking too much joy.
“I will take that as a yes,” nodded Plenn, and turned to his father. “Now, I’d say it’s time my escort and I were off to attain proper attire for our ruse. We’ll then have the corp fashion us new ID’s. I promise I will let you know where we are, and do let the Emperor know, I will contact him and his daughter personally this evening, to let him know I fully intend to fulfill my mission. His daughter will just have to be patient.”
Several hours later, Mam found herself sitting in a plush high-end speeder, whizzing through the elevated traffic as lights from numerous structures whizzed past the windows.
Like she had several times before, she pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming…or possibly passed out on that barren planet, still waiting for a rescue.
Next to her sat Plenn, his ceremonial robes had been packed in a sleek travelcase, one of several in the trunk of the speeder, with one that included Mam’s ranger suit and gear.
In place of them, he sported a shiny, silver suit, a black suit-shirt, and black hoof-shoes.
It had taken a little longer to complete his ensemble, as the tailor they had found had to perform an emergency reinforcement of the crotch area. Mam tried not to look, but she couldn’t help but notice the sizable bulge, resting on the seat between his legs.
As for Mam, her dress was little more than fabric draped over her voluptuous body. As expected, there was nothing that would have properly fit her, so the tailor had to improvise.
“Don’t worry,” Plenn had assured her. “They have your measurements, and by tomorrow, they will deliver something more appropriate for your figure.”
They had then had pictures taken, and the corp had fashioned their new identities.
The Prince was now Larocé Fae, and Mam was now Elle Betweesi.
“How are you feeling?” asked Plenn, as the speeder continued on its way.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked.
“Yes, I’m sure. Why are you so nervous?”
“I’m not nervous, it’s just-“
“-your kind don’t normally do this,” he said, finishing her thought.
“Y-yeah.”
“Tell me something, Elle, when did you develop this, mental block towards, ‘my kind?’”
“Well, Larocé, it all started a long, long time ago. But you don’t want to hear it.”
“No, no I do,” he insisted. “The last thing you had mentioned was your guardian was a ranger, and took you in.”
“You remembered that?” she asked, with a surprise tone in her voice.
“Hey, I’m not some in-bred blue blood who can’t dress himself,” he chuckled. “I wanted to know about you, and I still do. So come on, spill it.”
“Oh, alright,” she continued. “The corp was already stretched pretty thin even back then. My guardian couldn’t afford services for minding me, so she did the only thing she could to keep me out of trouble: she brought me along on her assignments.”
“Really? H-how many have you been on?”
“Too many to count. Some of her associates are amazed I wasn’t killed ages ago…though after a few close calls, my guardian decided to train me.”
“When did she start doing that?”
“When I was six.”
“Sweet Celestia!”
“Yep, while the Emperor’s daughter was probably going to elaborate parties and having Daddy send her on countless vacations, I was soon helping out my guardian. Naturally, the ranger corp at first frowned on what was being done, but when I passed basic training for cadets 3 times my own age, they soon shut up.”
“And, when was that?” asked Plenn, a growing look of interest passing over his face.
“Eight. A year later, I was fully piloting my guardian’s ship. The corp frowned on what I was doing, wouldn’t even grant me a license to pilot it myself, so I could only do it when the coast was clear.”
“You definitely fly like a prodigy,” said Plenn. “I’ve trained on the aerial craft our kingdom has, but I wasn’t allowed near them until I was at least 10.”
“Oh yeah, 10,” sighed Mam. “That’s when things changed in a big way for me.”
“How so?”
Suddenly there was digital chime that sounded in the cabin.
“Sir, madame,” came the chauffeurs voice. “We have arrived at your destination.”
“Thank you,” said Plenn. As his door was opened by a green creature in a fancy suit.
“Welcome,” the creature said with a vibration deep in its throat, “To the Aluhbbrisian.”
Plenn stood to the side, and extended a hand out to Mam. As she took it, she squeezed through the doorframe and found her eyes darting about.
She had been so into the conversation that she hadn’t fully comprehended where they were: in the most decadent part of the vacation quarters of the planet.
It was as if they were insulated by light in all sorts of forms, shades, and sizes. The pathways glowed in multiple hues, and the trees along the path thrummed in different colors.
The structures to either side of the speeder pathway towered into the air, some of them having elaborate open balconies. The view was so bright that it almost blotted out the sky overhead.
“Darling?”
It took her a moment to realize Plenn was addressing her.
“Elle? We should check-in.”
“Oh, yes,” she murmured, taking his hand.
The building’s lobby was just as grand. Fancy marble floors gave way to glass walls and elaborate carvings that snaked up into a 12 story atrium. Around them, the elite strolled by, deep in conversation, though Elle could see a few stallions casting side glances at her wrapped figure.
“Welcome to the Aluhbbrisian,” greeted a desk clerk. “We hope your stay will be most pleasant. May I see your Identz, please?”
A few moments later, he was running them through the system, and a chirping sound was heard.
“Ah, Mister Fae and Miss Betweesi. I see you have recently booked our finest suite.”
“Yes,” noted Plenn. “Our cruiser had some problems, so we decided to take a few days to enjoy ourselves.”
“Well we at the Aluhbbrisian are honored to be in your good graces! Now don’t worry about your baggage, it is already in the process of being delivered to your room. And miss, we do hope you enjoy our promenade.”
“Um, excuse me?” asked Mam, who had been staring about the enormous room.
“The promenade, darling,” said Plenn. “It has some of the most amazing shopping facilits on the planet.”
“Oh yeah!” said Mam, a giggle going through her voice, “Sorry honey, guess I got a little distracted.”
“Well, before you go to your rooms, please scan your thumbprints here,” said the concierge, gesturing to a blue device.
There were a few moments of apprehension as Mam watched the machine scan her thumb, before it beeped and a green light turned on.
“Now you are properly registered to your suite,” smiled the concierge. “You can access it via your thumbprint, and purchases and services throughout the Aluhbbrisian can be charged to your room with a thumbprint. We do hope you have a lovely time with us!”
The glass elevator went so high up, that Mam had to turn her gaze as she felt a queasy sense of vertigo.
She tried to control herself, but the double-doored entry into the suite made her gaze about like a child.
The suite was massive. Mam estimated she could fit her ship inside it at least 8 times, and the ceiling extended up at least four stories, with elaborate gold and crystal chandeliers hanging over the room. At the far end, were 3 massive windows stretched from floor-to-ceiling, letting the light from outside bathe the room in multi-colored hues.
After tipping the bellboy and locking the door, Plenn watched as Mam began checking the baggage, making sure her suit and items were secure.
“So, what do you think?” asked Plenn.
“Of what?” she responded.
“The room. You were really taking it all in.”
“I…I was just taking stock of entry and exit points. For your protection.”
“Come on, Mam,” he smiled as he walked over. “You’re rather impressed, aren’t you?”
“Impressed? Impressed by what? How Galactic Barons have managed to divert wealth and resources away from those who need it to make these…pleasure-palaces? Besides, shouldn’t you be contacting the Emperor?”
“All in good time. I figured we might have dinner, and you can finish telling me your story.”
“Your highness, the Emperor-“
“The Emperor can wait!” retorted Plenn, with a tone in his voice that made her stop. “Right now, I think a meal and a pleasant conversation are in order.”
It was definitely the most expensive meal Mam had ever ordered.
The speed in the preparations was also incredibly quick, that within five minutes there was a knock on the door, just as Plenn finished sending off a holo-cam message to his father.
She felt a twinge of guilt ordering something that would have cost her several pay cycles, but the aroma from what she ordered was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
Most unexpectedly, Plenn had splurged on a meal-a-matic for her. This was a small golden device that carefully cut up Mam’s meal, and hovered up and over the curve of her massive chest to feed her.
“I figured it would allow you to sit properly at the table,” he smiled, as he raised a glass of green liquid. “How about a toast?”
“To what?” she asked.
“To you, one of the most impressive rangers the corp has ever had.”
“…alright,” she said, raising her glass and clinking it against his.
“So, you were saying?”
“I was saying what?”
“Your story. You stopped around the time when you were 10.”
“Oh yes,” she said, as she received another bite from the meal-a-matic. “Mmph, you sure you want to know?”
“Come on Mam, you can’t just leave me hanging like that.”
“Okay. Well, I turned 10, and a few months later I started to grow.”
“Grow in what way?”
“Grow, in ‘this way?’” she replied, gesturing to her chest.
“Ohh,” he said, trying not to stare.
“Anyways,” she continued. “It wasn’t bad at first. My guardian simply assumed I was maturing early, but then it didn’t stop. By the time I was almost growing out of the largest suit the corp had, she used one of her few leisure days to have me see a specialist. We were informed that somehow, I had been genetically altered during infancy.”
“Was…’this,’ their intention?” asked Plenn, trying to not think of his growing erection under the table.
“I don’t know, but really, anypony who would alter a baby for ‘this’ has to be pretty sick, if you ask me. Anyways, it was determined that given my age, there might still be a way to hamper what was happening to me. However, it would have required a very costly procedure.”
There was a beat, while she chewed a few more bites.
“So, what happened next?” asked Plenn.
“I stayed with the ranger corp, ended up on a mission with you, and here we are,” she replied.
“Come now, there has to be more to-“
“Why do you do this!?” she said, her hands slamming down on the table. “Why do you keep wanting to pry into my life like this!? I’m just a ranger, and that’s all I’ll ever be! That’s what this stupid universe decided I was going to be!!”
Plenn was shocked as she stumbled out of her chair, squeezed through the nearby bathroom door, and slammed it shut.
A few moments later, the Prince was knocking on that very door.
“Just leave me alone!” came her voice from the other side.
“Mam, I’m sorry if I upset you,” he said. “It was never my intent to make you feel uncomfortable, I just really, wanted to know more about you.”
“Why? So you can tell the Emperor and his prissy little daughter how pathetic your big-chested escort is?”
Plenn could feel himself getting upset at the pony behind the door. In his head, he could imagine just kicking down the door, but the impulse to do so quickly passed, as he took a few deep beaths.
“Mam Marella,” he said, “I like to think I’m a tolerant stallion, but I won’t lie when I say at times, your attitude really infuriates me. I have tried to play by the rules and be nice, but you keep thinking I’m your enemy. I am not an enemy, I am a stallion who wants to treat you with respect and dignity. I could have done as my father requested, and left you on this planet with your ship. But I…I liked you. You impressed me with what you demonstrated in our brief time earlier today, and I felt my actions would have you see I intend no ill-will towards you, or your past…but I guess I’m just a stupid elite, I can’t do anything nice because I might want something from you…well you know what? I do want something from you. What I want, is your trust. That’s all I want from you. I…forget it, this was obviously a stupid idea!”
And with a huff, the Prince went back to the table, and continued to eat. After he finished, he crossed over to the window, looking down at the blinding lights on the pathways below.
The click of the bathroom door was faint, but in the reflection of the glass, Plenn saw Mam squeeze through the doorway, and cross over to the bed, where she sat down facing the doors to the room.
Turning around, Plenn tiptoed over to the table, refilled her glass, and quietly walked over to her.
As she looked up at his face, he gave her a little smile.
“I heard you clomping all the way across the room,” she said.
“No way,” he said. “I was extra careful.”
“I’ve been on my guard for years,” she said, taking the glass of wine. “My ears are more attuned to sound than you realize.”
As she drank from her glass, Plenn sat down next to her, though Mam scooted over a little, keeping some distance as she twirled her glass in her hand.
“There’s…more to the story,” she said. “But it’s not, very happy.”
“Tell me,” he requested. “Please. I swear on my father’s kingdom, anything you tell me will stay between us. I won’t tell a soul, not even the Emperor, or his prissy daughter.”
The last bit actually made a small smile form on Mam’s face, as she looked into his golden eyes.
“My guardian weighed the options, and she decided to save up for the procedure, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to make enough before the window to do so closed.”
“And when was that?” asked Plenn.
“The doctor said age fifteen. So, my guardian did the only thing she could: she took on more assignments. She would try to double, even triple her workload. If it was elite security, she was one of the first to go for it, and brought me along. Though by that time, I was having some difficulties handling the controls, so I became moreso her help. I don’t know how many security detail missions we did, but half of them, she got the assignment done in record time. And do you know how many of the elite were willing to give her an added tip for her speed?”
“How many?”
“None. She was never allowed to request tips, and she was never given a compliment by any of them. And then…”
“And then what?”
“Can…can I just not? It’s already late and, you should call the Emperor.”
“…alright,” he said. “I won’t push you, but still, thank you for telling me what you have.”
“…you’re welcome,” she replied.
“Can I get you some more wine?”
“No, thank you.”
Moments later, Plenn was set up over on the far side of the room with the holo-cam he had used to contact his father.
After typing in the proper information, he was put through to one of the Emperor’ assistants.
“His highness is currently in preparations for rest,” said the assistant.
“I still wish to speak to him,” insisted the Prince.
Moments later, Plenn found himself speaking to the powerful ruler of the galaxy, clad in a dark robe, and with a colored facial mask on.
“Do you have any idea, what time it is?” growled the Emperor.
“I do your majesty, and I greatly apologize,” said Plenn, bowing profusely. “I wanted to inform you and your daughter that I am well, and I shall be on my way to fulfill my duties in a few days.”
“I spoke with your father about this earlier today. I had expected the ruler of the Turgid Kingdom to understand the rules we set in place.”
“Yes, there are rules set in place your majesty, but I do not wish to abandon the ranger whom was assigned to me.”
“My boy, your ways are almost…odd. The ranger corp are here to serve us. It almost sounds like the one you have is trying to blackmail you, in my opinion.”
“I give you my word I shall be in yours and your daughter’s presence in a few days,” said Plenn, trying to change the subject. “Speaking of Zircon, might she be around? I feel I should speak to her as well.”
“Very well,” sighed the Emperor, gesturing to somepony off-camera. “Fetch my daughter.”
Moments later, the camera switched to Zircon. The pink pony was clad in a flowery robe, her silver hair glinting from the nearby lights, as her bright blue eyes focused on Plenn. Her quite ample chest dominated the lower part of the screen.
“Greetings, Zircon,” he said, bowing graciously.
“You’re supposed to be here?” she replied, snidely.
“I know, but I was attacked-“
“Attacked? By who?”
“No idea, but if not for the ranger I was with, I might not be alive and talking to you.”
“Who is that?”
“Who is what?”
“That pony behind you. Plenn, are you delaying our rendezvous on purpose?”
The Prince turned to look, and realized that Mam had gotten up from the bed, and was pouring herself some more wine.
“Oh no,” he laughed. “That’s Mam Marella, the ranger who is protecting me.”
“Oh, really?” said Zircon. “I didn’t know they made rangers ‘that big.’ Guess you needed a little excitement, because I wasn’t…big enough for you?”
“Zircon, you’re jumping to conclusions, y-just, Mam, can you come over here please? Can you introduce yourself to Zircon?”
A few moments later, Mam was standing next to Plenn.
“So, you’re a ranger?” asked Zircon.
“I am, your highness,” said Mam, bowing gracefully.
“Hmm, well-trained, I see. Tell me, Mam, in what high-priced brothel did Plenn find you tonight?”
“Zircon, please,” begged Plenn.
“Now-now Plenn, I want ‘Mam’ to answer. Tell me honey, where are you from?”
Mam’s head was still bowed, but she was struggling to keep her composure, before looking up.
“I do not come from a brothel,” she said, looking into Zircon’s eyes. “My name is Mam Marella. Space Guild Security Force Ranger BE-113. I was tasked with guarding Prince Plenn Te of the Turgid System, for delivery to you and your Father, the Emperor.”
At these words, Zircon began to clap her hands.
“Bra-vo!” she exclaimed. “That was quite an act! But come now Plenn, what elite invites a ranger to stay in his room?”
Before Plenn could open his mouth, Mam jumped to her hooves, and stormed across the room, throwing open her travelcase and rummaging inside. A few moments later, she returned, and shoved her Ranger Corp ID in the camera.
“Here’s my ID,” she said. “Look at it. It’s all there, clear as crystal!”
There were a few seconds, before Zircon ran a light across the screen, and the sound of a chime was heard.
“Well, I’ll be,” said Zircon. “Your story checks out, according to the scanner. Just remember your place, sweetie. You don’t get the goods, you deliver em.”
“Fine by me,” said Mam. “Now, if you two don’t mind, I’m going to clean up.”
As the sound of heavy hoofsteps and a slamming door were heard, Plenn turned back to the screen.
“You didn’t need to treat her like that,” he said. “She didn’t do anything to you.”
“Oh please, she’ll get over it,” said Zircon. “Now I need my beauty sleep, but before I go, I want to see a peek at your Princely Prize.”
“No, forget it,” said Plenn.
“Pretty please?” she begged. “I want just a little peek.”
“On one condition. When Ranger Mam Marella delivers me to you, you apologize for what you said.”
“You can’t be serious-“
“I am,” said Plenn. “Holo-Cam, pull up virtual contract mode.”
A few moments later, a virtual contract flashed across the screen. Plenn dictated what was to go on it, then scanned his thumb for conformation and payment, and a copy was sent to Zircon.
“Either you approve this, or no peeks,” he insisted.”
“Uuughhh, fine,” groaned Zircon. A moment later, her print was approved. “Now come on, show me.”
Plenn looked around, and then, pulled down his pants, revealing his cock contained in a specially-constructed pair of undergarments. He then began to pull down the waistband, and that was when his cock popped free, and dangled past his knees.
“Oh, my, gosh!” giggled Zircon. “Hold that pose, I wanna get a screenshot-“
“Nope,” said Plenn, grabbing his pants, and covering his dangling dick. “That’s all you’re gonna see for now.”
“I swear if I didn’t agree to this deal with father, I’d cancel it right now.”
“See you in a few days,” said Plenn, blowing her a kiss, as she scrunched up her face, and terminated the call.
Now that he was without pants, Plenn went to a closet and retrieved a shiny robe. He stuffed his penis back into his underpants, and put on the robe.
As he placed his suit on a hangar, there was the sound of a door opening, and he saw Mam peeking out the door.
“Enjoy yourself?” he asked.
“I don’t think I’ve had a shower this good,” she sighed. “This may be the cleanest I’ve ever f-wait a minute, why am I telling you all this?”
“Because you’re happy, obviously,” he replied. “By the way, I made a pact with Zircon. She’ll apologize when we meet in a few days.”
“And that’s good because?”
“Look, I tried to help-“
“And when she apologizes, she’ll do it because you told her to. She won’t really mean it. Now, turn around, I need to get into bed.”
Plenn faced the wall, and heard her clop across the room. A few moments later, Plenn saw her in the bed, the covers on her side rising up considerably due to her chest.
“Just so you know,” she said, “I am counting on you to stay on your side of the bed. And that includes certain body parts I do not wish to speak of.”
“Oh don’t worry,” he said. “I’m not going to sleep in the bed.”
“Excuse me?”
“Look, you obviously have trust issues, and the fact that I’m an elite is not helping. So, I’m going to sleep on the couch during our stay here.”
“Plenn, don’t be ridiculous,” she sighed. “You can sleep in the bed.”
“Nope, mind’s made up. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna clean up and sleep on my couch.”
And with that, Mam watched as he took some extra blankets and made a bed, before going into the bathroom.
What a weirdo, she thought, as she turned to a nearby switch, and dimmed the room lights. In a matter of minutes, the elegant comfort of the bed had her snoring away.
Mam wasn’t sure what the time was, but the unfamiliarity of her surroundings made her sit up quickly!
It took a few seconds before she realized where she was. Looking around, she realized that Plenn had dimmed the lights further, and had closed the huge window curtains.
Looking to the couch in the corner, she could hear him snoring loudly.
He really did it, she sighed.
Carefully, she got out of bed, and tiptoed over to the sleeping prince.
As she peered down at him, she turned to look back at the bed. As her horn glowed green, the other side of the bedsheets pulled back.
She then looked down at the Prince, and with her horn glowing, transported him across the room, and onto his side of the bed, before she wrapped the covers over him.
Returning to her side, she got back in bed, but gave him a little glance and a smile, before she closed her eyes, and drifted back to sleep.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author's Note
And thus we get to one of those chapters that I really double-down on: character development. And as one can see, it really swelled in size compared to the others. There were some points where I did consider splitting the story in two, but could not find a proper way to do that.
While writing parts of this episode, I was also watching bits of the Pam and Tommy miniseries, so I sometimes feel a few parts for the argument between Mam and Plenn was a inspired a bit by what I saw (which might explain why a more aggressive approach was first penned for Plenn, before Chrome Shield talked me into rolling those actions back).
When it comes to H4-RMO, I set out to describe things vaguely enough so that the reader could use their imagination, to conjure up a place that could blind you with its bright lights, but wow one with its high-roller look that only a select number of ponies can afford to live and play in.
Btw, the meal-a-matic is a name I heard ages ago from a certain episode of a cartoon series, and seemed perfect to throw in so Mam could sit properly at a table.
Mam Marella and the Plenn Te Affair
Episode IV - A Ranger’s Day Out
Mam almost panicked when she opened her eyes, and saw the high ceiling overhead. Upon slowly looking around, she soon remembered where she was.
As she turned to her left, she saw the shades on one of the windows was open, but in the area next to her, she found the covers empty.
“Plenn?” she called out, keeping the covers over her chest. “Plenn, where are you?”
After a few moments with no reply, she got up, her silver panties and nipple cups glinting in the sunlight as she checked the bathroom, which was empty.
“Okay Plenn, this isn’t funny,” she called out, looking all over before she came back out to the main room.
As she sat down on the bed, she saw a note on the nightstand:
The bed was really comfortable. Went down to the gym. Come on down and we can work out before having breakfast - Plenn
“That idiot,” she said, pulling the sheet off the bed, and working to fashion herself a makeshift top.
A number of patrons on the ground floor were rather shocked when a sheet-clad pair of breasts emerged from one of the expansive lifts, followed by a white pony with pink and purple hair, wearing silver underwear.
Mam found it difficult navigating the floor, as a number of well-dressed elites were on their way out. Bouncing down a set of steps, she came to an ornate room full of exercise equipment.
She could feel a number of stallions’ eyes on her as she scanned the room, before finding Plenn on a stair-walker, wearing a pair of tight shorts.
“Pl-Larocé,” she called out as she reached him.
“Elle,” he replied with a wave of his hand. “Sleep well, honey?”
“What do you think you’re doing?” she whispered loudly.
“Working out,” he whispered back.
“Need I remind you that I’m supposed to be watching you? You should have woken me up.”
“But you looked so peaceful lying in bed. But really, did you know you thrash around? I swear you almost nailed me in the crotch.”
“Look, from now on, you do not leave my side.”
“I don’t see why you’re getting so worked up. If anything happened to me there are witnesses.”
“This is not open for debate. Now get down from there, and come back to the room with me right now.”
As Plenn climbed down, two stallions nearby just smiled as Mam took his hand and led him out, her chest bouncing along in front of them.
“Whoa, talk about the ol’ ball-and-chain,” chuckled one stallion.
“She’s got him trained,” chuckled another.
Once they were back in the room, Plenn convinced Mam to order breakfast, while he cleaned up.
It hadn’t been more than two minutes when there was a knock on the door. Mam went to check the door recognition screen, and saw a stallion standing outside with a number of boxes on a cart.
“Who is it?” she asked through the intercom.
“I have a delivery from Tukiffle Tailors,” came the reply.
“I think you have the wrong suite. We didn’t order anything from a tailor.”
“I asked at the front desk, and was informed that Larocé Fae and Elle Betweesi were in this room. Do either of those names ring a bell, Miss?”
This struck Mam as suspicious, given the name-dropping.
“Just leave the cart outside the door.”
“I’m sorry, but given the amount for this order, I need somepony to sign for it.”
“Um, just a second,” said Mam, carefully unlocking both doors, and watching as the delivery stallion’s eyes went right to her sheet-wrapped cleavage.
“Uh-buh-buh-buh-buh,” drooled the stallion as he handed over the sig-pad.
“Mmhmm, I know,” said Mam, drawing an “X” with her finger on the pad, and being relieved when it accepted. She hadn’t figured out what Elle Betweesi’s signature was just yet.
“There you go,” she smiled, handing the pad back. “I can take it from here.”
Moments later, Mam lugged the hovercart into the room. There were at least two dozen boxes with the tailors logo on them, but before she could investigate further, room service arrived with breakfast.
Once everything had been set up, Mam locked the door, and was just about to check out the boxes when the bathroom door opened.
“Just in time,” she said. “They just delivered breakfast. And we got a delivery from, a tailor?”
“Oh, great!” said Plenn, going over to the stack of boxes. “I hope everything is here!”
“When did you order stuff with our, ‘names?’” she asked, suspiciously.
“You don’t remember?” He asked. “Yesterday after we got our Identz, we stopped at that one tailor who made us our outfits. I had him take our measurements so he could fashion us some more clothing to wear.”
“Oooohhh,” said Mam, suddenly remembering. “I guess I wasn’t paying attention. Wait a minute, what did you tell him to make?”
“I just informed him to make us some things for a few days on the planet.”
“Really easy when money is no object,” murmured Mam.
“I can’t wait to see what he made us,” sighed Plenn. “But first, breakfast.”
Just like the dinner before, Mam found a Meal-a-matic feeding her, while Plenn tucked into his entree.
“So, how are you enjoying the life of an elite?” he smiled.
“It’s…okay,” she said, taking a mouthful of food. “It’s not gonna last forever…for me, that is.”
“Well, why don’t you take full advantage of our time here? After we dress, you can go down and get your hair done or your hooves shellacked.”
“If this is some ploy to keep me occupied,” she warned him.
“There you go again,” he sighed. “I promise I was going to come right back up to the room after I worked out. And I respect your rule to stay by your side during the rest of our time here, but come on, live a little!”
“As long as those places you mentioned are inside this hotel, I might consider that. But we’re not gonna set foot outside of this hotel, until my ship is fixed.”
“Seriously? After I went to all the trouble of ordering us those clothes? There’s so much to explore out there.”
“Plenn, we still don’t know who tried to take you the other day. For all we know, they may have trailed us to this planet, and are wandering around trying to find you. They might be inside this place right now.”
“If you keep stressing like that, you’re gonna go grey early,” he chuckled.
“I’m being serious!” she exclaimed, slamming her fists down on the table. “Why must you take every other thing I say as a joke!?”
Plenn was silent for a moment, before a thought crossed his mind.
“What if I speed up repairs on your ship?” he asked.
“That’s ridiculous,” she scoffed. “They said it would take at least 3 days to repair. Hey, where are you going?”
As Mam watched, Plenn walked across the room to the holo-projector. In a few minutes, he had reached the head of the planet’s Ranger Corp.
“This is Prince Plenn Te of the Turgid Kingdom,” he declared. “I am checking on the progress of Ranger BE-113’s ship repairs.”
“Let me see,” said figure, checking his files. “Yes, my information shows at least 2 more days for repair work.”
“How much would it cost to finish it in a day?” asked Plenn.
“Your highness, such a request would take quite a, if you’ll pardon the expression, a princely sum. And to waste credits on a ship like-“
“Whatever the price is, I’ll pay it,” said the Prince. “Hire as many specialists as you can. In fact, complete this request, and I’ll throw in an extra 10% ‘royal fee’ to you for facilitating it.”
“Well, I-I-I, if you insist,” said the head ranger. “I’ll need to prepare an estimate-“
“Fine. I’ll pay upon confirmation of the full repairs. I’m sure Space Ranger BE-113 will be pleased.”
Shutting off the screen, Plenn crossed back over to the table and sat down, where Mam Marella’s eyes were open incredibly wide.
“You’re welcome,” said Plenn calmly, taking a big bite of his breakfast.
“…why did you do that?” she asked. “My ship is a piece of junk. Your Father is gonna-“
“Father can chew me out as much as he wants, but it was my decision,” stated Plenn. “Now that I’ve done you a favor, I request you do one for me.”
“What’s that?”
“Give yourself today to just…let yourself go. I’ll stick to you like glue, but I want you to forget your Ranger BE-113 for today. Just be Mam Marella, an enormously well-endowed pony.”
Mam was silent for a few moments, before she found her voice.
“If I do this, I’m still taking something along to protect you with,” she said.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” smiled Plenn.
Once they had finished with breakfast, Plenn distributed the tailors boxes as if it were Hearth’s Warming Eve.
There were quite a number of different outfits, some Mam would never have found herself wearing. There were even some unexpected surprises.
“What are these?” she asked, holding up a large brassiere.
“Everypony needs adequate support garments,” smiled Plenn.
When she pulled out a flimsy length of silvery, shiny cloth, she wasn’t sure what to make of it.
“Looks like formal wear,” noted Plenn.
“Or a very small blanket,” she said, wondering how she was supposed to wear it.
An hour later, they were ready to go.
Plenn found himself in dark tan pants (with his considerable package bulged out down to mid-thigh), and a large collared white shirt, with golden, diamond-shaped buttons. A neckerchief had been tied around his neck to complete the ensemble.
Outside of her first time wearing a bra (which she had reluctantly allowed the Prince to help her put on), Mam’a outfit consisted of a top with huge white sleeves, and a large swath of material covering her breasts. From her waist down to her thighs, she was encased in a tight leather slip-on skirt in shocking pink, that really made her stand out.
Per their discussion earlier, she had secured two BI-T33 mini-pistols to holsters under the long sleeves covering her upper arms.
“Ready to turn a few heads?” smiled Plenn, feeling his equipment swelling a bit.
Once on the main atrium of the hotel, Plenn led Mam around until they found the Promenade.
This area of the hotel curved in the shape of a horseshoe, and stretched up at least 10 stories, with a sparkling skylight illuminating the shops and boutiques on the various floors, where all manner of guests were moving about.
As they trotted about, Mam cut quite a wide swath through the crowd with her chest. She could see some ponies turn up their noses at her, while there were quite a number of side-glances from many stallions.
“Think hers are real?” whispered Plenn, quietly nodding to a pony with a chest slightly smaller than Mam’s.
“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “My guess is all of these show-ponies have had em’ done.”
Suddenly, there was a big commotion from behind them, and Mam pivoted on one hoof to face it, nearly taking out the crowd on either side.
Instead, she saw the familiar red cross on some medic stallions, wheeling a large stretcher down the floor.
“Please, clear a path,” called out one.
“Want to see what all the commotion is about?” asked Plenn, as he saw some ponies curiously follow the medics.
“Alright,” said Mam.
It didn’t take them long before they came to a small crowd situated around the front of place called Equine Enhancements . Through the window, Mam could see a holo-screen advertising ways that the place could “enhance” ponies and stallions alike. One of the medics was talking to a few employees.
Suddenly, there was the sound of noise behind them, and a group of stallions with Promenade Protection stenciled on their uniforms fought their way through the crowd, carrying a number of power tools.
“Third time this month,” Mam heard one of them mutter to another.
Moments later, they were removing the entire front facade of the store, shuffling large glass panels to the sides and pushing the crowds back.
As the crowd watched, there were a number of mutterings as the medics emerged, with a young pony on the stretcher, and soon everyone realized why the front of the store had been removed.
The young pony’s chest had been swollen to such a degree, that she was too wide to fit through the original opening!
“Ooohh, Troika,” moaned the engorged pony, as the stretcher (with extended side-panels) was wheeled down the pathway, and towards the exit.
The stretcher was followed out by several other ponies, who appeared to be with her.
“I was just joking,” said one of them. “I didn’t know she would do it.”
Casually, Mam glanced down, and could swear she was seeing the bulge in Plenn’s designer pants straining against the fabric.
“Poor girl,” said Plenn.
Your pants seem to tell a different story, thought Mam, as the crowd began to disperse, and they walked further into the Promenade.
“What do you think makes a pony do something like that?” Plenn asked after awhile.
“Credits and attention,” Mam replied almost immediately. “Nothing gets an elite hot and heavy like an enhanced show-pony.”
“And do you have any proof to back up that claim?”
“I don’t need proof. It’s fairly obvious size is a head-turner. Hey, my eyes are up here,” she said to a stallion passing by, causing him to turn away. “What is it about these things you stallions like in them being so big? They’re just glands to hold nourishment. If any baby tried to drink all of the milk in one of my breasts, it’d explode.”
Plenn couldn’t help but chuckle at that.
“Why don’t we get our minds off of baby-bursting glands, and just window-shop. Ever window-shop?”
“On my salary?” She smirked.
“Guess it’s time for you to learn,” he said, taking her hand.
It was definitely not the kind of day Mam Marella could have imagined when she first took the assignment.
Naturally, there were some shops she held her tongue in, seeing some show-ponies charging tens of thousands of credits for things that they would probably forget about mere days (if not hours) later.
At Plenn’s insistence, they had wandered into a jewelry emporium. Seeing a ring or two reminded her of a few small pieces she had inherited from her guardian, but had never worn.
It was in a display case, that she saw a number of diamonds and silver laid out in a strange pattern.
“That is a choker, madam,” replied the attendant, seeing to her and Plenn. “Would you care to try it on?”
“We sure would,” interjected Plenn.
Mam sighed, as she turned around, and let the attendant fasten the item around her neck.
Plenn then led Mam over to a large mirror. It did sparkle in the light, without causing too much attention.
“How do you like it?” He asked.
“It’s nice,” she said, turning her head back-and-forth. “Doesn’t constrict, feels like it isn’t even there.”
“So you like it then?”
“I do, but-“
“Well, that settles it,” smiled Plenn, heading back to the attendant.
“Plenn,” she said, turning around. “What are you-“
“We’ll take it,” he told the attendant.
“Splendid choice,” smiled the attendant, presenting an Identz Print-scanner for payment.
“I can’t believe you’re making me wear this,” said Mam, as they left the store, her choker’s box in a shimmering store bag.
“Come now, Elle,” smiled Plenn. “You should get used to wearing it before my parents see it.”
“And what do you think Daddy will say, Larocé?” she asked.
"Larocé,” said Plenn, scrunching his face to look like his father, “you're already spending so much on this lovely wedding spread for your Elle. I know it's not my business, but don't you think you should leave some money aside for later this year?"
“Well duh, I want that third speeder. Shukeena and Reymouna have five already!”
“Hmm, maybe we should find a speeder boutique in here then.”
“Do they have one?” chuckled Mam.
“I’m sure they do,” he replied. “Maybe up on-oh wow, look at that.”
As they rounded the corner, they saw the outer wall of the promenade curved into a massive passageway of glass and light, leading to a sandy beach.
“I didn’t know we were near a body of water,” said Mam.
“We’re not,” smiled Plenn, taking her hand and leading her towards it. “It’s an artificial beach. See?”
As Mam looked through the massive curved opening, she saw waves washing up on the sandy shores, as numerous beach umbrellas poked up from the sand, leading back into an area of palm trees.
“What say we catch a little sun?” asked Plenn. “The tailors did make us swimsuits, after all.”
“Oh no,” she said, “I’m already attracting enough attention as it is. I am not gonna wear…whatever that thing is that they made.”
“Oh come on Elle,” he chided. “Pretty please?”
I said no, Larocë, and I mean it.”
“Pretty pretty please with a sunhat and a new purse to match?”
“You can’t make me.”
“I can’t believe you made me,” grumbled Mam.
They were making their way to the beach after changing. Plenn was wearing some rather tight swim trunks, and clad in a shiny light jacket.
Mam meanwhile, was clad in a shiny pink monokini, hooking over her shoulders, across each of her breasts, and then meeting near her waistline. She could feel even more eyes on her than in the morning, even though she was wearing a flimsy wrap, and a massive sunhat (another gift from Plenn), and held a small purse in her left hand (another gift from Plenn, containing one of her BI-T33 pistols).
Plenn was just all-smiles, holding her hand in his.
“Well, don’t you look like the cat who swallowed the cream,” she said.
“Can’t you even smile just a little?” he asked. “I got you that purse to contain your weapon in, and I won’t stray from your sight.”
“Gee, thanks,” said Mam, smiling as wide and sarcastically as she could, as they entered under the huge entryway.
Once inside, she realized the entire beach area was bigger than she realized.
Aside from the entry archway, the entire area had a massive, simulated sky surrounding them. She could see several stallions surfing on the huge waves, and some ponies at some small stores dotting the beach area, let alone a number of small bars.
“Would you care for some items?” asked a young stallion, wearing a beach patrol shirt, next to a cart full of beach accessories. “If you are guests of the hotel, they are complimentary.”
“Don’t mind if we do,” said Plenn, picking up an umbrella, two beach towels, and some sunscreen.
It didn’t take the two long to find a spot not far from the crashing waves, where Plenn planted the umbrella, and laid down the towels.
“Care to put some sunblock on my back?” he asked Mam, as she carefully lowered herself onto her towel.
“That is so useless here,” she replied. “The sun isn’t real, so what’s the point?”
“Just helps sell the illusion. Come on, if you do me, I’ll do you.”
“You could have phrased that better,” replied Mam. “Besides, you’ll have to sit between my breasts for me to do your back.”
“I’ll keep my hands to myself,” promised Plenn. “Come on, Mammy.”
“Don’t call me that again,” she snapped at him. “I’ll do this, but under protest.”
Plenn just smiled, and carefully scooched between her milky-white breasts, placing his hands in his lap.
“And you better not be playing with yourself,” said Mam, as she squeezed some lotion onto his back.
“I’m just sitting here, being well-behaved,” he replied, though unseen by her, his hands were quietly rubbing his bulging crotch.
“Whatever,” she said, as she rubbed the lotion into his back. Her soft hands continued to work over him, but as she moved lower and down to his sides, the Prince suddenly jolted. “What happened?” she asked.
“Sorry, I’m just a little…sensitive in that area.”
“…really?” she said, before reaching back down and tickling him!
“Ohheyoofhahaoffohhohstopthat!!” cried out Plenn, as he struggled between her chest, reaching behind him and trying to yank her arms away.
“But I’m enjoying myself,” she replied. “I thought you wanted me to enjoy myself!”
“Ohmnhoynotohhehehlikethesohono!!”
Mam struggled a little more as his hands encircled around her wrists and his grip tightened a bit. She suddenly got a mischievous idea. Shifting her weight, she tilted her body to the left, and her left breast fell into the sand, followed by Plenn, and her right breast came over on top of him!
A few ponies around them began to watch as Plenn floundered under the weight of her breast.
“Now,” smirked Mam. “Who is in charge?”
“Mphg hpgh! Mgphg mgph!!” came Plenn’s muffled response.
“I can’t hear you.”
It was then that his flailing hands let go of her wrists, and pointed at her.
“Good answer,” she said, shifting her body, causing her right breast to slide off him.
“Okay, up-up-up,” she said. “Your back is all lotioned up.”
“And that means it’s your turn,” smiled Plenn, brushing off sand.
“And you better do a good job,” she replied, tossing him the lotion bottle.
“Now, on your belly,” he ordered.
“Practicing for your time with Zircon?” she replied.
Once Mam was on her chest (causing her breasts to press deeply into the soft sand), Plenn went to work. Carefully lotioning her back, and making sure he wasn’t touching any part of her chest. It took him a few more dabs, before he smilingly rubbed along her sides, and then began to tickle her.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“You don’t fancy a little…giggle?” he replied.
“I’m not ticklish.”
“…not even a little?”
“Nope. Now hurry up and stop dallying.”
“Ughhh,” he groaned, getting back to work.
Unseen by him, a big smile spread on Mam’s face.
“Pony-pedi, cheap.”
Over the roar of the waves and ponies discussing ridiculous things, Mam heard those words off to her right.
Glancing down the way, she saw a sandy-orange pony with deep purple hair, and a little pony with the same colorations, hauling a small cooler through the sand.
“Pony-pedi, cheap,” the pony said to a sunbathing pony a ways down from Mam.
“Eww, get away from me,” the sunbathing pony declared.
As Mam felt Plenn lotioning the small of her back, the two ponies came up right in front of her.
“Hello Miss,” said the pony, looking down on Mam. “Pony-pedi, cheap?”
“Are you with the hotel?” asked Mam.
“No-no. I’m a ponycurist, but I cannot find a job on this planet, so I am trying to make what I can for me and my daughter.”
“Oh, I see,” said Mam. “Excuse me one moment. Larocé, I need to stretch.”
The pony and her daughter backed up as Mam rose to her feet, her massive chest “shedding” sand, as she arched her back, and cracked her neck.
“Mama, she’s huge,” said the little pony.
“Galena, watch your mouth,” snapped her mother.
“It’s okay,” replied Mam. “I’ve gotten that a lot in my life, So your name is Galena?”
“Yes, Miss,” replied the little pony, suddenly getting shy.
“Well my name is Elle.”
“You’re very pretty,” continued the little pony.
“Who do we have here?” said Plenn, joining the conversation.
“Oh, this is Galena, and her mother,” replied Mam. “What is your name, Ma’am?”
“It is Galopinea, Miss Elle,” replied the elder pony.
“Galopinea, Galena, this is Larocé.”
“Nice to meet you,” said Galopinea. “Your wife is very big, and very beautiful.”
“Oh no-no-no,” blushed Mam. “We’re not married.”
“Really?” asked Galopinea. “A big beautiful pony like you, not yet married?”
“We’re engaged,” interjected Plenn. “Going to tell the family in a few days.”
“Oooh-ho-ho-ho!” smiled Galopinea. “I see! A little ‘fun’ before family!”
“Well, I wouldn’t have put it like that,” giggled Mam, “but in a way, yes.”
“So, pony-pedis?” asked Plenn.
“Yes,” replied Galopinea. “Would your girlfriend be interested in one?”
“That’s up to her. Honey, would you like one?”
Mam’s eyes couldn’t help but look over both mother and daughter. She had seen this kind of situation many times before: a parent trying desperately to provide for their child, in a galaxy that seemed not to care. And if there was one thing her guardian would have wanted, it would be to help.
“I would,” smiled Mam. “I would like that very much.”
“Oh thank you, thank you,” replied Galopinea. “You are first pony this week to want one.”
“To tell you the truth,” said Mam, “I’ve never actually had a pony-pedi before.”
“Oh, do not worry. I will make sure you have the best first pony-pedi, Ms Elle.”
Suddenly, a loud gurgle came from Galena’s belly.
“Mama, I’m hungry,” she said.
“Let Mama finish with Miss Elle first, and then we can eat,” replied Galopinea.
“But I’m hungry!” moaned Galena.
“Hey, how about I get us lunch?” said Plenn. “Oh wait, M-Elle said I can’t leave her side.”
“Oh nonsense, Larocé,” said Mam. “I think that’s a great idea!”
“But the food here is so expensive,” interjected Galopenia. “I cannot afford-“
“It’s on us,” interjected Plenn. “Anything I can get you?“
“Um, whatever you want to get me?”
“I may need some help figuring that out. Galena, want to come help me pick something out for you and your Mama?”
“Yeah!” smiled the little pony.
“Then it’s settled then,” said Plenn, taking her hand. “We’ll be back soon. Anything you want, honey?”
“Mmm, surprise me,” said Mam, already feeling surprised at Plenn’s actions.
And with that, the two watched as Plenn and Galena headed off towards a food stand, hand-in-hand.
“If you wish, you can do my pony-pedi during lunch,” said Mam.
“Oh, yes,” said Galopinea, opening up her container, and taking out her things. “You are a very lucky pony. He is a very generous stallion.”
“Yeah,” replied Mam. “A little thick, though.”
“All stallions are. My mother said so, and her mother said so too.”
“Even Galena’s father?”
“I do not know who her father is,” muttered Galopinea. “But it’s the same of every stallion I have met.”
“I am sorry to hear that,” said Mam, as Galopinea got to work, “and I’m sorry you haven’t been able to find work around here.”
“Well it is hard at times,” said Galopinea, “but sometimes it feels like Celestia makes things happen for a reason. Like you. Celestia brought you here, and I met you.”
“Oh, I don’t think Celestia-“
“No-no-no, I feel it in my heart. I’m sure Celestia looked down and said: ‘there is a pony who really needs a pedi. Galopinea, I summon you to help her.’”
“Well, if you insist,” said Mam, trying hard not to burst into giggles.
“Yes, I am sure of it,” said Galopinea, “your nails, they are so ragged. But by Celestia, they will be beautiful.”
“I am in your hands,” smiled Mam.
As she looked back towards the stand, she saw Plenn and Galena walking back, the little pony carrying a cloth bag over her shoulder.
“Mama Mama, look!” Cried out Galena. “We got a lot!”
The little girl eagerly threw down the bag, and started handing out sandwiches.
“This is for you,” she said to Mam.
“I hope I didn’t interrupt anything,” said Plenn.
“No-no,” replied Mam, “we were having a nice little chat.”
“Look what I got to eat, Mommy,” said Galena, unwrapping her sandwich. “Peanut butter, banana, and jelly!”
“Mmm, that looks so yummy,” replied her Mom.
“And here’s yours. It doesn’t have peanut butter, but it gots greens.”
Soon, all four of them were eating away, as Plenn passed out some drinks.
“You are too kind, Mister Larocé,” said Galopinea. “I will give your girlfriend a very nice discount.”
“Oh no, don’t even think about it,” said Plenn. “This is my treat. Whatever we will owe you, we will owe you.”
“I like you,” said Galena to Plenn.
“Well I like you too, kiddo,” he replied, giving her a little tickle, and hearing her laugh. “Now you’re fun. Elle isn’t ticklish at all.”
“You’re not?” asked Galena, through a mouthful of sandwich.
“Nope,” smiled Mam.
“Not even here?” The little girl said, poking Mam’s right breast.
“Galena, that is not nice,” said her mother.
“No, I’m not ticklish anywhere,” said Mam. “And like your Mama said, you shouldn’t do that.”
“Sorry,” the little pony replied.
Soon, they had finished their sandwiches, and Galopinea began to pick up where she had left off.
Looks like you two need to finish that pony-pedi,” said Plenn, scooping up the sandwich wrappers. “Say Galena, wanna go down to the water with me after I throw this trash away?”
“Uh-huh,” she smiled, nodding her head.
“I think that’s settled then,” he said, getting to his hooves and taking Galena’s hand. “We’ll be right down this way so you can keep an eye on us.”
“Okay,” said Mam, as they headed off.
“Very, very good stallion,” said Galopinea, returning to her work. “I hope you two have many beautiful babies.”
“Galopinea, stop!” laughed Mam.
“I mean it. That stallion of yours, I got a good feeling about him. Thick, sure, but he seems like a good catch.”
As Galopinea worked on her nails, Mam kept an eye on Plenn and Galena. She watched as he held her above the water by her arms. As the water came in, he’d hoist her up and she’d giggle loudly. At one point, they stuck their hands in the sand, and watched as the waters made the imprints disappear.
“There, your hands are finished,” said Galopinea, “now, for your hooves.”
Mam looked at her fingernails, the edges nice and smooth, the area around them pristine, and the shine on each one.
She returned to watching the show by the waters, and saw that Plenn and Galena were building what appeared to be a sand castle. Before long, they had constructed a large tower ringed by a large wall.
“And there you are,” said Galopinea. “Let me show you your hooves.”
She took out a mirror, and Mam saw the reflection of her hooves, each one pristine and shiny.
“Oh my star apples,” said Mam. “Galopinea, you did an amazing job!”
“I told you I would,” winked the pony, putting her things away. “Galena, Galena come back here!”
The little pony quickly scampered over the sand as Plenn followed behind her.
“All finished?” asked Plenn.
“Mm-hm,” said Mam, flashing her fingers. “See?”
“I sure do,” said Plenn, glancing down at Mam’s hooves as well. “So, what do we owe you, Galopinea?”
“Normally is 30 credits, but for you happy couple, 20,” she replied.
“No way,” remarked Plenn. “No discounts, I’ll pay in full. Do you take thumb-pay?”
“No, credits-only,” replied Galopenia.
“Looks like I’ll need to make a withdrawal. Care to go on another little adventure with me, Galena?”
“Sure,” smiled the little pony.
As they walked off, Mam turned to Galopenia.
“Thank you for your company,” she remarked. “I think this may be the best part of my day.”
“But you are so fancy, and so rich,” said Galopenia. “I just gave you a pony-pedi.”
“Sometimes, it’s the little things ponies do, that really means more than credits, or fancy stuff.”
“You speak as if you have experience.”
“…maybe I do.”
“What is that?” asked Galopenia, looking up.
Turning in the direction of her gaze, Mam saw Galena walking in front of Plenn, holding what looked to be an ice cream sundae, as big as her head, with a spoon in it!
“And what is that?” asked Mam, as they got close.
“A sundae!” said Galena, cheerfully putting it on her mother’s cooler. “He said I could have one!”
“P-Larocé, what were you thinking!?” said Mam, looking at Plenn. “She can’t eat all that, she’ll pop!”
“I thought you’d say that,” said Plenn, reaching into his pocket, and pulling out three spoons. “That’s why I brought these.”
At that, Galena burst out laughing.
“Aww, you two planned that,” said Mam.
“Your face was sooo funny!” giggled Galena.
“Is this alright with you, Galopenia?” asked Mam.
“As long as my daughter doesn’t eat it all, it’s alright with me,” smiled the ponycurist.
Moments later, the spoons were distributed, and everypony dug in.
“Whoa, slow down there,” said Plenn, as Galena’s spoon pulled back a huge scoop.
“I’m fine,” she said, trying to fit the huge spoonful in her mouth…only to have it tip off the side and plop onto Mam’s right breast.
“Oops,” said Galena.
“I got this,” said Mam, scooping the ice cream up in her fingers, and licking it off. “Mmm, tastes good!”
“I could have done that,” said Plenn.
“Those privileges come after we’re married,” remarked Mam.
With all four eating away, the dish was soon empty.
“How you feeling, Galena?” asked Plenn. “Feeling full?”
“Mm-hm,” she said, nodding.
“Galena,” said her mother,” what do you say?”
“Thank you,” smiled the little pony.
“You’re welcome,” said Mam and Plenn at the same time, and a split-second later, realizing their dual response.
“Like I said, I have a good feeling about you too,” winked Galopenia.
“Anyways, here’s your pay,” said Plenn, passing her the credits.
“Much appreciated,” smiled Galopenia, before stopping. “Um, you have made a mistake. It was only 30 credits. You gave me 300.”
“Oops,” said Plenn. “Well, my mistake.”
“No-no-no, I cannot accept all of this,” said Mam, passing back some of the credits.
“Please,” said Mam. “Consider it a gift. I insist.”
There were a few moments of silence, before Galopenia, looked at both Mam and Plenn, tears in her eyes.
“Thank you,” she said. “Thank you both. Galena, we should be going.”
“Yes, Mama,” said Galena.
“Wait,” said Mam, getting to her hooves. “Before you go…”
Soon, hugs were shared all around, with Mam hugging Galena last, almost burying the little pony in her cleavage.
“Sorry, honey,” blushed Mam.
“It’s okay,” she giggled. “You’re warm and soft.”
“Well, thank you,” giggled Mam in return.
“Take care,” said Plenn, as they watched the two head on down the beach.
Both Mam and Plenn sat back down, and a few moments later, Mam turned to Plenn with a big smile on her face.
“That was wonderful,” she said.
“It sure was,” he replied. “And look at that, you’re smiling.”
“I feel like smiling,” she said, looking at her nails again. “I hope we helped to turn their luck around.”
“We can only hope,” said Plenn. “So, what do you wanna do next?”
“I was thinking we should go back to the room.”
“Already?” asked Plenn.
“I just wanna wash off this lotion and all this sand,” she replied. “Then maybe, take a little nap after having all that ice cream…and then going out to dinner.”
Plenn almost couldn’t believe his royal ears.
“You want to go out, to dinner?” he asked.
“Why not? You want to let those fancy dress duds go to waste?”
“N-no.”
“Well, that settles it. But before we go out, I’ll need to get my hair done.”
“Okay, fine. I’ll make the reservations for the restaurant and your hair when we get to the room.”
“So where are we going?”
“I…don’t know yet. Maybe I can ask the concierge.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author's Note
This chapter was originally going to be a full day with Mam and Plenn, but then them at the indoor beach became more fun than them just going from store-to-store. The best part is that it shows how playful and caring Plenn can be beyond just Mam.
Galopenia and Galena were kind of like Daisy May in Sophomoric Sweetie Belle , characters that gave the story a nice shot of adrenaline that made it more entertaining. I did have to pull back a bit in how much I was planning to write regarding them. At one point, I considered the mother/daughter either being forcibly ejected and Plenn stepped in, or he got into an altercation with a stallion who tried to rough up Galopinea. Much like some elements in the last chapter, it was better to simplify.
There was even going to be an added bit where when Mam retrieves Plenn from the gym, some stallions would claim she was “all boobs,” leading her to demonstrate that she actually has some weight-lifting skills.
I did add a few elements from a former relationship, such as the non-ticklishness Mam has.
Mam Marella and the Plenn Te Affair
Episode V - The Night Before Zircon
Plenn sat in the little room for awhile, just staring at the nearby wall. Finally, he rang for assistance, and requested a holo-cam device be brought into the room.
It took him a little while to get up the courage to make a call to the Emperor and his daughter, Zircon. This time, the Emperor was a little less hostile when Plenn explained that he had approved to have Ranger Mam Marella’s ship repaired by the next day.
“I still wish you had come to us sooner with another ranger,” sighed the Emperor, “but I am willing to wait a little longer. I am also curious, as to your attire.”
“Oh this?” Said Plenn, looking down at his suit. “It’s from a local tailor. I’m taking Ranger Mam Marella out for dinner tonight.”
“What!?” cried out Zircon, nearly knocking her father out of the holo-cam image. “Why would you do a thing like that?”
“She has to eat. She is a pony, after all.”
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
“Sounds like she’s ready. Your excellency, Zircon, I shall see you both tomorrow.”
“Wait just a-“ said Zircon, as Plenn ended the call.
Going across the room, Plenn opened the door, and stepped out into the salon in the promenade Mam had decided upon.
Standing before him, was the white pony, clad in a shimmering gown the tailor had made for her. From the center of her body, long strips of material flowed down the front and back towards the floor, while her posterior was properly encased. Material also flowed upwards and covered her chest, attached to thin straps that tied in a bow behind her neck.
The stylists had taken her hair, and curled them into masses of bouncy curls, which she swished about a few times.
Plenn gulped hard, as he watched her sensually move towards him.
“You like?” she smiled, batting her long lashes.
“Mm-hm,” he smiled, nodding.
“That’s all the compliments I get? Do you realize how much this cost?”
“Hey, I’m paying for it, remember?”
The salon they were in was located in the Promenade, but was a ways off from the restaurant.
Mam and Plenn found themselves heading to a steel and glass lift, out of which poured a gaggle of ponies chattering away, with one in white directing the way down the walkway, barely glancing at the couple.
“What’s that all about?” asked Plenn.
“Isn’t it obvious?” asked Mam. “A show-pony bachelorette party.”
“Never seen one before in my life.”
“Really? Next thing you’ll say is you’ve never seen a vulva.”
“…a what?”
Mam covered her mouth as an older couple sped on by, shooting her a dirty look.
“Maybe we’ll talk about it before you get to the Emperor’s Palace.”
And with that, they entered he lift, and were deposited onto the tenth floor.
This floor of the Aluhbbrisian Hotel’s Promenade was exclusively comprised of numerous, upscale restaurants, each one gaudier and pricier than the last.
Mam felt her chest would make her stand out, but as they followed the curved walkway, she saw at least 4 other ponies with large chests.
“Are they real?” Plenn asked her, as they passed a yellow pony in a tight-fitting purple dress.
“Pretty sure they’re fake, like all the others,” she replied.
“And to think, I got the only natural show-pony in the hotel.”
The restaurant Plenn had made reservations with was The Breshpaquatii , whose structure was shaped like a massive walk-through aquarium. The entire facility appeared to be made out of glass, even down to the host’s booth, that resembled a crashing wave.
“I have a reservation for Larocé Fae, for two,” noted Plenn.
“Ah yes,” said the host, scrolling through a list. “I see you are one of our more recent reservations, Mister Fae. You are in luck that we had a cancellation shortly before you arrived. Please, follow me.”
Entering inside, columns of glass resembled spiraling waves of water, that held aloft the ceiling that looked like a blanket of ocean life was going to smother them. Below them, their hooves made slight imprints, and then disappeared into the simu-sand flooring.
Mam had to once again watch her step, at one point almost knocking a pony out of her chair.
“You really should give more space to ponies like me,” she noted to the host.
Fortunately, they managed to reach their table, shaped like a sunken ruin.
“Thank you for joining us,” said the host, seating Mam. “You may access the menu via the holo-button on the table. Your server will be with you shortly. We do hope you enjoy your meal with us.”
As he walked away, Mam watched a school of anchportanze flit overhead.
“I hope I’m not going to the washroom every five minutes,” she said, smiling.
“The concierge said this place was just like the beach,” noted Plenn. “I didn’t expect it would be like this.”
“Wonder if anypony has broken the glass in here?”
“A vehry astute qveschun, Madam,” said a server, sidling up to them. “I em Proschibon, ah will be attending to you thees evening. Ez I vas sayink, thee gless you see all around, is made of ahn uhnbrackabull matreeul, so vou ahren safhans.”
“Um, okay,” said Mam, still trying to figure out everything Proschibon had just said.
“Excellemont! New, may I stahrt vou both off with a dreenk?”
“Let me see,” said Plenn, searching through the holo-menu. “Why not start us off with, two bottles of this?”
“Oh-ho-ho, vehry axpansieve, butt vehry deelitefull! I shall fetch ze bottuls toot suite!”
Once he was gone, the two were stiffling laughter.
“What kind of accent is that?” asked Mam.
“I have nu ahdeuh,” replied Plenn.
“You didn’t have to get two bottles. One is more than enough.”
“Hey, come on,” smiled Plenn, “the mission is almost over, and I’ll be impregnating Zircon tomorrow. Why not indulge before the night is over?”
“Kin ah halp yoo wit opening?” asked Proschibon, as he returned with the bottles, and pulled out a device.
“New-um, no thank you,” replied Plenn. “If you leave that with me, I can do it myself.”
“Varre will.”
“Opening your own wine,” smirked Mam, as Plenn got to work. “Aren’t you resourceful. Next you’ll tell me you sew your royal capes.”
“I have dabbled in some sewing, but capes are not part of our kingdom’s wardrobe,” replied Plenn, as the cork popped, and he poured some blue-green liquid into each of their glasses. “So, a toast?”
“Okay,” she replied. “To Princess Zircon. May she swell with the bounty of many masculine children. Now, your turn.”
“Okay. To Galopinea and Galena, may they find happiness.”
“I did not expect that,” blushed Mam, clinking her glass with his. “Most definitely to them.”
“Ah, yu hav stahrtid,” came Proschiban’s voice, sidling back to their table. “Ave yu decidead on an appiteezahr?”
“Now that, was funnn,” slurred Mam, as Plenn held her shoulders, guiding her through the narrow path to the entry of the restaurant, a bottle in one of her hands. “I know where I’m going, Plenn!”
“I’m just trying to keep you on the straight and narrow,” he said, as a pony pulled aside as Mam’s enormous left breast nearly took her out.
“You need to remember,” she said poking him in the nose with a finger, “I watch, YOU! And don’t you, forget.”
“I should have stopped at the third bottle.”
“Nononono, you’re paying, and I, ap-PRE-ciate that, in a stallion-agh!”
She had been so intent on talking to him, that she had not seen she was walking right into the host’s kiosk, and rolled onto her chest, which helped cushion her fall. Miraculously, the wine in the bottle did not spill.
“Allow me,” said the host, helping her up.
“Now THAT, is shervish,” she smiled. “I’m gonna recommend you, to my boss. I don’t know if he’ll be able to affohrd the ri-DIC-ulous prices, but-“
“Thank you very much,” nodded Plenn to the host, as he took Mam by the hand.
Getting into a nearby lift was also a chore, as Plenn entered first, before Mam nearly tripped over her hooves, and ended up smooshing him against the glass with her chest, causing him to struggle to not think of his swelling erection.
“Can you, get the buttons?” he groaned.
“Oh yeah,” she nodded, fumbling to hit the first floor, resulting in the lift stopping at floors 9, 7,6, and 3, before reaching the prince’s desired destination..
“Beep-beep-beep-beep,” said Mam, backing out of the lift, and past a group of bemused elites, as Plenn followed her out and then guided her across the huge main floor.
Rounding the curve of the shops, the sound of voices was heard, and they saw coming towards them, a pony dressed in white carrying a bottle, and a small group of ponies chattering incessantly with her.
“Looks like that bachelorette party we saw earlier,” murmured Plenn.
The pony in white had just taken a swig of her bottle, when she saw Mam’s dress.
“Hey, love the dress!” she shouted loudly. “Nice boobs too!”
That was all it took for Plenn to drop his guard for a split-second, and Mam escaped his grasp and was talking to the pony.
“Oh thanks,” she slurred. “He got me the dress, but the boobs are all real.”
“Yeah, right,” snickered the pony in white.
“I’ll prove it,” said Mam.
Moments later there was a collective gasp from those in a 20 foot radius as Mam untied the strands of her dress, exposing her milky-white chest, and dark-grey nipples!
“Go ahead, give em a squeeze,” she chuckled.
And the pony in white did just that.
“Ho-lee cow!” she laughed. “Sister, you hit the puberty lottery! I had Daddy help pay for mine, see?”
And Plenn felt himself getting uncomfortably full in the crotch as the pony in white pulled down her top, exposing her sizable-but-manageable chest!
“Ooh, so that’s what those feel like,” said Mam, reaching out a hand and squeezing the pony’s left breast, and raising her bottle. “To boobies!”
“To boobies!” laughed the pony in white, clinking her bottle with Mam’s, and taking a swig.
“Okaaayy, this has been fun, let’s get you back to the room, Elle,” said Plenn, quickly securing Mam’s top back in place and pulling her away.
“See how well-trained he is?” Mam asked, as she patted Plenn on the head.
“Have fun you two!” called out the pony in white behind them, bouncing her hips around.
“I didn’t know fakies felt like that,” burped Mam.
Eventually, the two made it back to the room. As Plenn locked the door, Mam slammed the bottle down on the bedside table, and flounced onto the bed.
“I expected you to hold your liquor better than that,” he muttered, taking off his suit’s dress tie.
“Ohhh? Am I getting a private show from Prince Plenn Te?” asked Mam, bouncing up and sitting with her chest in her lap.
“Just taking off my-“
“Take-it-off! Take-it-off! Take-it-off!”
Plenn fought the urge to give in. Deep down inside, he was laughing at her chanting, but he didn’t want to encourage her drunkenness. It was then that his eyes alighted on one of Mam’s luggage pieces, and a crazy idea came to mind.
“Hey, what are you doing?” asked Mam, the chanting stopping as Plenn carried the luggage into the bathroom.
There was no answer as the heavy, gilded door closed, and the sound of locks was heard.
“That’s my stuff!” she declared aloud, hooves on the floor and knocking on the door. “Plenn Te, that is my stuff. Bring it out here right now!”
As she put an ear to the door, she could hear grunting and straining.
“You better not be doing…things with my stuff, you head me? It’s not right, and I will report you!”
But there came no response.
“Alright, you asked for it,” she said, a green aura glowing around her unicorn horn. “You have until the count of three to come out, or I am breaking down the door. One…two-“
Suddenly, there was a click, and what was revealed through the doorway made Mam’s eyes go wide.
The prince was standing before her, but in her Ranger Corp suit. However, the suit had adjusted to fit his body dimensions, with the fit-mesh and body contour panels seeming to enhance his athletic contours. Most noticeable was the massive bulge, that swelled out from his crotch, contained in fit-mesh.
As Plenn watched, Mam’s face went from confused, to shocked, smiling, and finally to her bursting out in a huge laugh!
“What’s so funny?“ he asked, as she flounced into a nearby chair.
“Oh Celestia,” she gasped, still laughing, “this is one of the funniest things I’ve seen alll day!”
“That’s no way to speak to a ranger,” said Plenn, stepping into the room. “I am ranger P-13NN of the Ranger Corp, here to keep watch over you.”
At these words, Mam stopped…and then laughed so hard a moment later, that she tipped back in her chair, and hit the floor, her breasts flopping down hard.
“Are you alright?” asked Plenn, helping her up, and over to the bed.
“The prince, a ranger!” she laughed again. “You’re lucky the suit contours to any body type. Imagine…imagine if you had tried to fit into mine!”
This led to her third fit of laughter, and she laid down on the bed.
“I believe you are inebriated, Miss Marella,” he said, trying to sound firm. “I am here to make sure you behave yourself.”
“Widdle ol’ me?” she asked, pouting her lips and blinking her big green eyes. “But I’m always a good little pony!”
“In that case, I think it’s time to go to bed.”
“…no,” she replied. “And you know what, you’re no fun. Maybe I can see if I can find another stallion who is much more, understanding!”
As Plenn watched, Mam undid the fastening latches to her top. It fluttered onto the bed, and she bounced off the side, striding towards one of the windows, her huge chest leading the way.
“Mam, what are you doing?” he asked.
“Gonna see if there’s a cute stallion out there who likes really big ponies!” she exclaimed, trying to open the window.
“No, no-no-no you’re not!” he said, sprinting up behind her and grasping her around the waist, pulling her back and away from the lights outside.
“Unghn, let me go!”
“Not unless you behave!”
“You can’t tell me what to do!”
“You behave, or I’ll report you, Ranger BE-113!”
Suddenly, her body went limp in his arms. As she turned her head to look at him, Plenn could see tears forming in her eyes.
“Y-you wouldn’t,” she said.
“I would,” he said. “This behavior is very unbecoming of a Ranger. Running around, exposing yourself. Your guardian would be ashamed.”
As soon as he said this, Mam’s shoulders began to shake, she stumbled over to the table where the holo-cam was, and began to sob.
“H-hey,” said Plenn, coming over and putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Leave me alone!” she said, swatting his hand away.
“Mam, I just want you to please, calm down. It would be best for both of us.”
“Y-you think I’m, exposing myself?”
“Y-yes, I mean your…breasts are out in the open like this.”
As she sniffled a little more, she crossed back over to the bed, and picked up her top.
“G-give me a minute,” she said. “Please, turn around.”
“Alright,” said Plenn, turning towards the bathroom doorway. “I’m glad you’re coming to your senses like the Mam I knew you would.”
Suddenly, something sailed over his head, and landed on the floor. It took Plenn a split second, to realize it was the top, before it was followed by the silvery bottom, and a pair of black lace panties!
He turned to say…something to Mam, but in a split-second, realized she was naked, fully exposed before him, and she had stopped sniffling.
“Gotcha!” she laughed. “You want me to behave, you’re going to have to catch me, ranger!”
And with that, she darted around the room, with Plenn in pursuit. Her chest bounced furiously against her body with each step, with the heavy pair knocking over a few things on the tables, as Plenn rushed after her. As she neared the bed, she went into a jump, landed on the bed, then bounced off while doing a somersault, and continued on her way.
Plenn meanwhile, was finding the suit to be a bit, constricting. He had figured it might be easy to move about, but he was aching in certain places as he tried to run in it.
“What’s the matter, ranger?” she called back. “Not used to your suit? If only you were free like I am!”
“I’ll, I’ll get you,” said Plenn, as she grabbed the wine bottle on the nightstand, jumped up on the bed again, and just continued to bounce in place, her breasts and hair flouncing up and down.
“Looky-looky!” she cried out, taking a swig of wine. “I’m right here!”
Plenn headed towards the bed, jumped on it, and began bouncing up and down as well. He could hear the bed creak from the added weight of him in the suit, as he tried to line up his jumps with Mam.
“Careful,” she snickered, as he almost was knocked off the bed by her bouncing breasts. “You don’t want me to give you a concussion.”
On her next bounce down, Plenn timed his jump, and grasped around her body as they pitched 15 feet above the bed.
“Ha, now I gotcha!” he cried out in triumph, as they made another heavy bounce on the bed.
“No, I got you!” she said, her left hand reaching up near the rear collar of the suit. She soon found the very small button she was feeling for, and pressed it.
A moment later, the Ranger Suit began to disassemble, parts of it fell away from Plenn’s body, giving him such a shock that he let go, and bounced onto the corner of the bed with his butt, before sliding onto the floor in a noisy panic.
“You can’t outsmart a ranger,” smiled Mam coming to a stop, taking another drink, and strutting along the bed towards him. “Even a rookie knows about the panic button on-“
What she saw nearly made her gasp. Plenn was on the floor, the remainder of the suit in pieces around him. What the ranger did not expect to see, was a two-foot penis pointing right at her between his thighs, with a pair of grapefruit-sized testicles resting on the floor!
“Y-you wore my suit without any underwear!?” she exclaimed.
“I was gonna clean it afterwards,” he said quickly. “I swear!”
It was then that her eyes dropped back to his erect appendage, and the the look of incredulousness, melted into laughter.
“What now?” asked Plenn.
“Ranger P-13NN?” she said. “More like Ranger P-3N15!”
“…I don’t get it.”
Mam didn’t respond, but jumped off the bed, and went searching for something on the floor. Eventually she found the piece of her suit’s collar that she was looking for, with the panic button on it. Pressing it again, a light began to blink, and Plenn watched as the detached pieces re-assembled, putting the suit back in order, though in Plenn’s body shape.
“Emergency panic button,” noted Mam. “All rangers know it exists for emergencies.”
Gripping the suit in one hand, she headed into the bathroom. A few moments later, she carried her luggage out in the other hand, and laid it down on a chair next to her side of the bed. After opening it up, she held the suit over it, and pressed the panic button, letting the rest of the pieces fall into it, before stuffing the collar piece with the button under her pillow, along with an extra pistol.
“Now keep your hands off my stuff,” said Mam. “Looks like I’ll have to have this thing cleaned out before we take off tomorrow.”
“I’ll do it, really,” said the prince, rising to his feet.
“No, I’ll-“ said Mam, before turning around and for the first time, taking in all of the prince’s body.
He was definitely well-built. Not soft, but not full-muscle. Most likely, he had been kept in shape for much of his life, and it showed. And no matter where she looked, her eyes kept returning to his penis and testicles.
“So,” she said, walking over and kneeling down before it. “This is the Turgid Kingdom’s tool for making deals.”
“Y-yeah,” said Plenn, as her face moved closer to his cockhead. “But just so you know-“
“I’m not gonna put my mouth on it, no matter how much you want me to.”
“I never said-“
“No, but you were thinking it. I may have big breasts, but I don’t go down on any cute stallion.”
It was then that she realized what she said.
“So I’m…cute?” he grinned.
“That doesn’t make you special. I’ve been with a lot of cute stallions. Handsome ones too.”
“I see,” said Plenn, sitting down on the bed. “Care to tell me more?”
“No, I’m saving that information for when I write my memoirs,” she replied, sitting next to him.
“So, does that mean you’ve-“
“No, I have not,” she said with a huff. “Why are stallions always so eager to know about a pony’s sex life? Are you all waiting to hear that girls that look like us are still virgins?”
“Are you?”
At this, Mam grew quiet.
“You can tell me, Mam. I swear I won’t tell anyone.”
She looked into his eyes, and smirked.
“You just look so innocent. How do you do that, with a cock that big?”
“Maybe it’s because my Mother and I shared the same eye shape and color,” he said.
That seemed to soften her up.
“The answer is yes,” she replied. “And you better not tell that to Zircon.”
“Hey, she’s not gonna know anything about that,” he replied. “And I’m not going to mention any of this to her.”
There was a little twinge inside Mam at that line, but it opened up a question in her mind.
“So, how are you going to, ‘court her?’” she asked Plenn.
“‘Court her?’” asked Plenn.
“Yeah. This isn’t just about impregnating her, she expects you to put on a whole show. I don’t know exactly what will happen, but the Emperor’s daughter isn’t just going to lay down and expect you to, just do it.”
“My, father and his advisors didn’t say anything about, putting on a show,” he said, staring at his erection.
“I should have expected this, coming from a kingdom ruled by somepony like your father,” said Mam, rolling her eyes. “So, let’s improvise. Tell me what you’re going to do.”
“I’ll, walk up to her, and introduce myself.”
“…and then?”
“I guess we…do it?”
At this, Mam just slapped a hand to her head, and started chuckling.
“You haven’t been listening to anything I’ve been saying,” she sighed.
“Yes I have!” he said, getting upset. “This is all, so…”
“Okay, okay, calm down,” she said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “What say we just, do a little roleplaying? We’ll act out how the meeting might go. I’ll play Zircon, and you play yourself.”
“You, think that will help?” he asked.
“It’s worth a try. Now, what kind of personality does Zircon have? Wilting flower? Bright and bubbly? Or, smoldering temptress?”
“I’m not sure,” he said, thinking hard. “I suppose, um, smoldering temptress?”
“Alright then. Put on a robe, and go into the bathroom. We’ll make it like you’re entering her royal bedchamber. Now remember, you are to address me as Zircon, got it?”
“Got it…Zircon,” he chuckled, grabbing a robe and rushing into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Mam quickly got into bed, centering herself, and pulling the covers up over her body.
“Okay! Ready!!” she called out.
Moments later, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
“Who is it?” she asked, in a sultry voice.
“It is I,” came Plenn’s voice. “Prince Plenn Te, of the Turgid Kingdom.”
“Ohhhh, my prince. You’ve finally come for me.”
It was then that Plenn opened the door.
“Hold it-stop!” she called out, dropping the act. “You don’t let yourself in, you wait to be invited in!”
“Sorry-sorry,” he said, quickly closing the door.
“Royals,” she groaned, before returning to her sultry tone. “Father wanted to avert the deal with your kingdom, but I had my heart set on being your first, conquest. Please, enter.”
This time, Plenn slowly opened the door, and his eyes focused on Mam, surrounded by sheets.
“Zircon,” he said, giving her a bow.
“My prince,” she said, sitting up in bed. “You may approach.”
Plenn started to trot.
“Walk, walk!” noted Mam.
And with that, he slowed his gait.
“Remember, you’re a prince, not a horny teenager.”
As Plenn approached the edge of the bed, he began to climb onto it.
“Stay!” commanded Mam. “You don’t get on or into the bed, without her say-so.”
“But I’m a prince!” replied Plenn, a tone of exasperation in his voice.
“And she’s the Emperor’s daughter. You may be a stallion, but her Daddy is the ruler of the galaxy.”
And with that, Plenn stood at the foot of the bed, slightly glowering at Mam.
“Now,” said Mam in her ‘Zircon’ voice, and rising up with the covers still over her. “I believe you have a gift for me.”
“I do,” nodded Plenn. “All for you.”
“Mmmm, how lovely,” purred Mam, as she dropped the blankets, fully exposing herself. She then walked across the bed, each step making her jiggle, and wearing a seductive smile that was surely making Plenn forget that he was upset with her directions.
Soon she stood towering over him, and then lowered herself down to her knees, her breasts obscuring her body.
“Zircon,” he said, reaching for Mam’s left breast, before she swatted his hand. “OW!!”
“No touching until you are invited up,” she hissed, and reverted back to her other voice. “Now, to unwrap my Birthday present.”
“But Zircon’s birthday isn’t until-“
“Shush,” said Mam, extending a finger over Plenn’s lips, before slowly removing his robe.
“Hap-py Birth-day, to, me,” she sang in a husky tone, “Hap-py Birth-day, to, me. Hap-py Birth-day, dear, Zir-con. Hap-py Birth-day. To…me.”
On the last word, she pushed the robe off of Plenn’s shoulders, and he stood naked before her.
“Oh,” she gasped, leaning down, grasping his cock and making him gasp, “it’s even more amazing in person!”
Plenn tried to control himself, as Mam flopped down on her belly, her chest smooshing out from under her, as she began to explore his equipment with both hands.
“So, firm,” she said, giving his shaft a good grasp, as her other hand traced down the underside, and her fingers fondled his balls. “Are my little swimmers excited? You must all be anxious to get out of there.”
As she gave his balls a squeeze, Plenn felt a familiar feeling stirring in his penis.
“Do not be shy,” she said, beginning to stroke his shaft with both hands, breathing heavily with each up-and-down motion, “Yes, your prince has completed his quest, and brought you here, to me, to Zircon! Once he is coaxed to full-size, then it will be time! Oh I can feel his royal pillar, it’s dome pushing against my pussy, resisting at first, but then, it starts to widen, and widen, and widen as he clears a path towards my ‘royal chambers!’ Sliding deeper, and deeper into me, stretching me, until he realizes he can go no further, and that is when he begins. Back-and-forth, back-and-forth! Each thrust from his hips-oh!-makes me cry louder, and louder, my voice making him more excited, and he moves faster, our bodies vibrating from lust and pleasure, and then-“
She didn’t get to finish as Plenn pulled his penis out of her grip. In doing so, he fell back and over a chair, tumbling onto the floor. Moments later, he was scampering for the bathroom door, and slammed it shut!
“Hey!” Mam called out. “Where are you going!?”
She then slid off the bed, and jiggled her way across the room.
“Plenn?” she asked, knocking on the door. “Turning tail and running is not part of the foreplay…Plenn?”
She put her ear to the door. She could faintly hear some movement, and heavy breathing. It also felt like he was putting his whole weight against the door.
“What are you doing in there? Open this door!”
“Not yet!” he cried out in a strained voice.
“Plenn Te, open this door!!”
“Not, not…not…yeeeeeeeetttttt!!!!!” came his response.
“That does it,” she said, putting her shoulder against the door.
Mam shoved, and shoved, and then she heard Plenn gasp and the door swung open.
The next few seconds were a blur for the ranger.
As the door shifted open, Mam extended a hoof, but found a liquid covering the floor! The suddenly slippage caused her to pitch forward, her other leg swung in to stop her fall, but instead, she found herself sliding towards the nearest wall! She caught a brief glimpse of what appeared to be Plenn trying to grab at her, before she held out her arms to stop from hitting the wall. This proved useless, as her breasts made contact with the wall first, bouncing her back and causing her legs to give out, and her to land on her bottom on the floor, her hands coming down behind her to stop her from hitting her head.
“What was that!?” she cried out, feeling a throbbing in her chest, and rear-end.
“I’m-whoa-sorry,” replied Plenn, carefully walking over to her. “I was, getting a little excited, and, well, I didn’t want to cover you in…my stuff.”
As the pain subsided, Mam saw that a large portion of the wall was covered in semen, let alone the entire floor of the bathroom!
“I was trying to aim for the toilet but…well…,” he said, a blush on his already rosy cheeks.
As she scooped up a handful of semen and looked at Plenn, she started giggling. She then laid down on the bathroom floor, and started to move her arms and legs.
“Now what are you doing?” he asked.
“Making cum-angels,” she said.
“You’re making a mess,” he said, leaning down and helping her up.
“You should have learned to hold it in.”
“With that act you were pulling? How could anypony not want to cum after all that?”
“Well you better try to figure out how to keep from cumming too soon tomorrow,” muttered Mam, as she balanced on her nooves. “If that scenario we did plays out and you fire off like that, you’re going to take Zircon’s head off!”
“No I won’t,” he replied. “I have a lot, but I’m not powerful enough to do that.”
“Well, seems you got enough seed to fill a bathroom,” said Mam, seeing that the entire floor was covered in a filmy-white haze, with some even getting the carpet outside the bathroom wet. “All of this, came out of you?”
“Yeah,” said Plenn, looking at his limp penis.
It was at this point that Mam realized just how caked on the cum she had lain in and stumbled through was.
“Nice one, Mam,” she said to herself aloud. “Now you’re coated in royal cum.”
“You’re not the only one,” said Plenn. “When you forced open the door, I fell and slid in it too. Say, why don’t I run a bath and we can clean up?”
“Why not?” Said Mam, trying to wipe some off of her arms. “I think I’ve had enough of roleplaying Zircon for one evening, and I’m starting to feel a little tired.”
“Okay, then that settles it,” said Plenn, turning on the golden taps of the huge sunken bathtub on the right side of the room. “We’ll clean up, and then get some sleep.”
“We?”
“Yeah, we. There’s enough room in the tub for a dozen ponies. It’s not like you’re going to be sitting on my lap.”
Soon enough, the huge tub was filled with thick soap and water, as both Plenn and Mam sat on the submerged seating ledges, and soaked.
“Want me to wash your back?” asked Plenn. “No funny stuff.”
“Alright,” replied Mam, as her breasts emerged from the suds like two huge dirigibles, rising above the clouds.
Plenn picked up a bar of soap, and after working up a lather, began to scrub away any place on her backside. As he brushed along her bottom, Mam’s hand grabbed at his arm.
“You don’t need to go down that far,” she said.
“Okay, you made your point,” he said, handing her the bar, and letting her continue to soap herself as he settled back down. “I have to admit, you really turned me on in there.”
“It wasn’t that difficult,” she said, lathering up her left arm. “There’s no stallion alive who can resist a smoldering temptress.”
“Wonder what Zircon will be like?” Plenn asked.
“Let me just say this,” said Mam, “I know what you’re going to do is merely a…business formality, and I’m not on that show pony’s side, but please don’t make what happens all about you, okay?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“You stallions are real quick to feel satisfied, but you often forget that us ponies want to feel pleasure as well.”
“But doesn’t my cumming inside Zircon mean she’s feeling pleasure?”
“No!” exclaimed Mam. “It doesn’t! Didn’t you learn about ponies when you were being schooled?”
“Of course! I was given an education.”
“Okay your highness, then answer me this: what is the average time it takes for a pony to orgasm?”
“…30 seconds?”
“That’s if you’re lucky. They say the average time for a pony to reach orgasm, is 14 minutes.”
“14 minutes?”
“Hey, some things take time. And I’m telling you, if you really want to make Zircon forget about how long she’s waited for you to show up, getting her to orgasm will do the trick.”
“And, just how do I do that, if cumming in her doesn’t do it?”
At this point, Mam splashed the tub water in frustration, sending water and sudds flying!
“I swear to Celestia,” she muttered, “if I ever get in a position to reform education in the galaxy, the Turgid kingdom is going to be first on the list.”
It was then that Mam rose out of the water once again, and sat on the edge of the tub.
“Come over here,” she commanded to Plenn.
The prince obeyed, and as he stood before Mam, she lowered her arms between her breasts, and spread them to the sides.
“Now look where my hands are,” she said.
Plenn did, and found her fingers spreading apart her vaginal lips. He kept trying to focus, but his eyes kept wanting to look elsewhere.
“Hey! Don’t look away! If you guys want us to admire your cock, the least you can do is admire my pussy!”
There was a slight pause as she realized her faux pas.
“Now, get your head down there, and I’ll educate you on a few things your father and male instructors were probably too embarrassed to talk about.”
Plenn bit his tongue as he settled down on his knees, his eyes taking in the parted expanse of Mam’s mammaries, before hearing her clear her throat, and she began to speak again.
“Now when you make love,” she said, “your penis is rubbing against several areas of a pony’s sex. The one area that is most important to a pony’s pleasure, is around here.”
It was then that she tapped what looked like a “button” near the top of her vagina.
“This is the clitoris,” she continued. “It’s basically like our penis. When we get excited, it swells, but not in the way your penis does. Most of that takes place inside a pony’s vagina, but there will be some swelling.”
“So, how will I know when Zircon has reached orgasm?” asked Plenn.
“The easiest way is for her to say something like, ‘I’m close,’” replied Mam, “but with show ponies like her, who can tell. The best you can do is listen and gauge, and hold off as long as possible from cumming. I swear, if you can cum just as she orgasms, she is surely going to have her Father tell other kingdoms daughters just how good you are.”
“I hadn’t thought of that,” said Plenn. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”
“Wouldn’t hurt to give me a commission from all the other royal brats,” smirked Mam, “and if this ends up getting you hitched to Zircon in the future, I hope you’ll remember to invite me.”
“How could I forget?” smiled Plenn. “I would like to make a request.”
“Now what?”
“Can I, touch it?” he asked, pointing to her vagina. “I’ve, never touched one before.”
“Well, alright,” she sighed, putting her hands off to the sides. “But you’re not going spelunking.”
As Mam saw Plenn kneel closer, she tried not to look down, but focused on the sensations he was causing. Sure enough, she could feel him feeling the folds in her vagina, and soon, rubbing her clitoris with his fingers. It was soon apparent that his attention was here, as she began to feel herself begin to breathe harder, and keep herself from getting excited.
“Okay, I think, that’s enough for tonight,” she said, as Plenn pulled back, and she let her breasts come together. “Ugh, I swear these got bigger after my last purging.”
“Say,” said Plenn getting to his feet. “I just had a great idea!”
“If it’s from you, it can’t be that great,” chuckled Mam.
“I’ll ignore that, but get this. I bet I could drink you down to a more normal chest size.”
“Yeaahhhh, that’s not gonna happen.”
“Oh really? How do you know?”
“Plenn, look at how big these things are, and look at your stomach. Forget Galena and the sundae today, you do this and you’re the one who’s going to pop. And, I am not going to prison for a royal mistake.”
“Hey, I know I can do it. In fact, I’ll make a wager with you. I drink you down to say, DD-cups, and I’ll personally give you a bonus once this is all over.”
“Yeah, what? A little 5% bonus?”
“No…20%…tax-free.”
This made Mam blanche for a second, realizing that Plenn was dead-serious.
“Alright,” she said. “And if you don’t succeed, I want you to buy me a whole new ship.”
“Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa,” replied Plenn, “I’m royalty but my resources aren’t bottomless. How about, upgrades for your ship?”
“Oh…alright,” said Mam, sticking out her hand.
“We got a deal,” smiled Plenn, shaking it. “And I’ll tell you what. Forget DD’s, I’ll have you down to a D-cup!”
And that was how Mam found herself sitting on the bench seating in the tub, and Plenn sitting down on the bottom of the tub, his chest and head above the water, and Mam’s breasts angled down at him.
Mam had been kind enough to not give Plenn a time limit, but he did get a countdown.
Once she had called out “go,” Plenn got to work, first tugging and suckling on one nipple, then the other, and repeating the process.
“Ensures they’ll be even,” he pointed out.
“Whatever,” yawned Mam, though she couldn’t deny that what he was doing, was starting to arouse her.
And so it went on for quite some time, though soon enough, Mam sensed that the tugging and suckling was slowing down.
“Gonna give up?” she called.
“N-never,” she heard him gasp.
But Mam knew better. It wasn’t long before she heard splashing, and saw Plenn climb up onto the bench seating opposite her, gasping for breath.
“I win!” she cried out, wiggling her arms and legs and splashing soapy water around, before getting up, and strutting over to Plenn, whose stomach was a little distended.
“So, mouth bigger than your stomach, your highness?” she smirked. “Better hope Zircon doesn’t see that belly tomorrow. Those show ponies like their princes well-toned.”
“Hey,” gasped Plenn. “At least, you’re not, so full.”
“Yeah, yeah you got a point. On the other hand, I expect to be able to squeeze about 5 more years out of my ship with those upgrades!”
Once Plenn had recovered, the two drained the tub, and turned on the overhead shower system above it, to properly rinse the soap from their bodies.
From there, they each popped a drying pill, which dried off their bodies, and hair. Looking in a mirror, Mam could see that her styled hair had returned to its regular form.
From there, it was time to break out the sleepwear the tailor had made for them. Plenn’s was a simple two-piece top and bottom, while Mam’s was a shimmering pink nightie.
“It looks nice on you,” remarked Plenn, “I promise once this mission is over, you’ll be able to keep all of the clothing from this mission, and the choker.”
“Choker?” asked Mam.
“The choker, the jewelry I got you, and that you’re still wearing around your neck.”
Mam reached and sure enough, there it was.
“It’s funny,” she laughed, “it doesn’t even feel like it’s there!”
“Guess that means it suits you,” said Plenn, getting into his side of the bed. “So, how did you like your day as an elite pony?”
“It was, fun,” said Mam, getting in on her side. “Unexpected at times, but fun. How about you?”
“Unexpected would be the best word to describe it,” chuckled Plenn. “I didn’t expect to be educated on the night before my ejaculation with Zircon. It’s going to sound weird, but thank you for telling me those things. I’m still buzzed from the wine, but I’m going to make sure me and Zircon climax together.”
“Yeah, probably should have stopped a few words earlier,” said Mam, melting into the covers, “last thing I want is to be dreaming about you two ‘doing it.’ Now let’s get to bed.”
A few moments later, the lights went out, and the room was almost completely dark.
“Mam?” came Plenn’s voice from behind her.
“Mmph, what?” she asked.
“Can I, give you something?”
“Save ‘it’ for Zircon.”
“Not that, something else. No tricks.”
“Mmph, okay. What is it?”
A moment later, Mam felt Plenn lean over her body, and plant a kiss on her cheek.
“Thanks for being who you are, Mam Marella,” she heard him smile, “you’re one in a googolplex.”
As he returned back to his side of the bed, Mam’s hand reached up, and rubbed her cheek.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author's Note
Whew, this was the chapter that just kept on giving. I did consider cutting it in two, but could not find a decent dividing line that felt satisfactory.
And like a number of long chapters, it is the conversations that stretch the story out. The evolution of what happened once they were back in the room, was a lot of back-and-forth, with some areas being truncated from what might have been.
As usual, there are a few movie-based easter eggs in the writing, with one that I am wondering if anyone picked up on, from a 20+ year old film.
Mam Marella and the Plenn Te Affair
Episode VI - Early Morning Turmoil
Mam wasn’t sure what time it was. All she knew was that it would be a long, long time before she drank that much again.
Her head was throbbing, and she could barely bring herself to fully open her eyes.
Listening intently, she could hear Plenn snoring loudly next to her. As she turned slightly to look at him, she saw the shade from one window billowing into the room, as the sound from the district outside, filtered in.
“Plenn,” she whispered to him. “Plenn.”
“Mmmph, what?” he murmured softly.
“Are you awake?”
“…no.”
“Why did you open the window?”
“…I didn’t open the window.”
That snapped Mam’s eyes open despite the throb of her forehead.
The room was still too dark to see anything, and she relied on her ears once again. She waited, and waited, and waited. She didn’t know how long it was, but then she heard it: the faint sound of what had to be padded feet, slowly approaching Plenn’s side of the bed!
It was then that she put her plan into action.
“Mmph,” she murmured, rolling next to Plenn, her breasts bulging against his body, while her left arm moved to reach for the pistol under her pillow.
She perked up her ears for further sounds. It was a few moments later that she heard the soft treading again, but it was replaced shortly by silence. Mam strained her ears, but after 5 minutes, the sound did not return
Whomever is in here has got to still be here, she thought.
It was then that she decided to alter her plan. It might leave Plenn open, but she knew that whomever was here, was surely not out to kill him (but would most undoubtedly kill her).
Rolling off Plenn and onto her back, she kept her arm situated under her pillow, and slapped her right hand against her throbbing forehead.
“Ugh, I do not need this headache,” she said softly, mostly telling the truth.
She then slung her arm over to the night table, pretending to blindly try to find the room lights.
After a few a few thumps against the tabletop, there was the flick of the correct switch, and as the chandeliers came on, she saw their guest, clad in black, a stun weapon in his hand, standing on the wall above the bed!
Mam’s left arm pulled out her pistol and fired, a laserbolt barely grazing the figure before it pushed off and flipped over the bed!
“Huh-whuh?” Exclaimed Plenn, as he started to rise before Mam switched her pistol to her right hand and pushed him down with her left.
“Stay down!!” she commanded, as the figure took aim at her, before she rolled off her side of the bed, but not before her free hand had reached under the pillow, and grabbed the piece of her suit-collar that had been hidden under there.
As she hit the floor, she tore apart her nightgown, and slipping the suit-collar in place, pressed the panic button.
Immediately, the pieces of the suit in her luggage burst out, and swirled around the slightly hung-over ranger, conforming to her body as she rose up and took aim at the dark figure.
“Back away from him,” she said. “I won’t tell you again-“
It was then that the figure grabbed the corner of the covers, and flung them off in Mam’s direction, causing her to pitch forward in a roll, her chest squashing against the floor.
“Fine!” she called out, firing at the figure as it leaped up and once again stood on the wall.
He must be wearing anti-grav pads, she thought.
By this time the racket had gotten Plenn somewhat awake, and he scrambled over to Mam’s side of the bed and rolled onto the floor.
“Come get behind me!” she called out, but noticed him rushing to her luggage! “I said-“
“Catch!” he called out, as he threw a second pistol to her free hand, and equipped another for his own use.
It was then the dark figure pulled out two pistols of their own, and a fierce firefight ensued.
Mam moved around the room, seeking out any cover she could find, while Plenn followed like a second skin, firing off at any chance he could get.
The figure weaved and ran across the walls, taking full advantage of the large space of the room.
“Mam,” called out Plenn.
“Not now!” she cried out, firing as the figure completed a full circuit around the walls.
“I have a plan.”
“A what?”
As Mam fired off two more shots, Plenn whispered into her ear.
“Okay,” she said, giving him all the confirmation that was needed.
And with that, Mam began firing away, causing the figure to run around the walls until it was right over the bed.
“Stand aside,” said Plenn, shoving Mam. “I got him.”
“Plenn, no!” she cried out, as her chest smooshed against the floor.
“You want me?” said Plenn. “Come and get me!”
The figure “crouched,” and leaped off the wall towards Plenn.
It was at that moment Mam fired up at the chandelier in the ceiling. Several blaster bursts succeeded in breaking its wiring, and it began to fall towards Plenn!
It was then the prince dove to the other side of the floor, totally catching the dark figure off guard as it sailed towards where his highness had just been.
It was then that Mam and Plenn’s horns each glowed, and moments later, their aura gathered around the falling chandelier, and forced it down at incredible speed, slamming into the figure, and sending it crashing to the room floor in a shower of diamonds and gold!
Plenn quickly got to his feet, and rushed over to help Mam up.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Fine,” she replied. “Now, let’s get a look at our-“
Suddenly, a blaster-burst nearly shot off her horn, as Mam looked to the window, and saw two more figures crawl in and along the walls!
“Now what?” asked Plenn.
“Let’s go,” she replied, taking his hand and rushing for the door.
“Head towards the lift!” Mam called out, as Plenn ran down the hall with her not far behind.
“Support!” she yelled into her wrist communicator.
“Support engaged,” replied the communicator, and suddenly, the mesh around Mam’s chest solidified, giving her enough space to properly run without her assets getting in the way.
Seconds later, blaster-bursts rang out around the ranger and the prince, as the two figures pursued them.
“I say,” said an older stallion in the hall, “what is going-“
Mam then saw one of the bursts strike him, but instead of the figure crying out in pain, a charged field enveloped him, and he collapsed to the hall floor.
Stun weapons, she thought. At worst, they’ll stun both of us, and then take Plenn along with them.
Mam fired several shots back at their pursuers. One bolt grazed one of them, while the other hit a light, sending a shower of sparks raining down.
An unexpected surprise came when a Mam passed a door and out spilled a drunken brigade of several elites…who soon found themselves in a heap as the pursuers collided with them!
This allowed Mam and Plenn time to reach the lift, only to find it clear down at the bottom of the shaft.
“It’s going take forever for it to get up here,” noted Plenn.
It was then that Mam saw a number of silken curtains running down to the lobby floor, 10 stories below.
“You trust me, right Plenn?” she asked.
“Of course,” he replied.
“Then climb on my back.”
Plenn was about to ask “why,” when the firing of their pursuers stun weapons behind them meant the chase was back on. He grasped onto Mam’s suit from behind.
She hadn’t counted on him being so heavy, but she didn’t dare say anything. Grasping onto one of the silken curtains, she jumped over the edge and slid down the lengthy material, just as their pursuers reached them in time to look over the edge.
Several more stun-bolts missed as they reached the bottom.
“Now where?” asked Plenn, jumping off of her.
“Outside,” she replied. “We need to get away from here!”
“And go where?”
“Back to the ranger station, and my ship.”
The two rushed past the concierge desk, and were soon outside. Even this early in the morning, fancy vehicles were still freely moving about. One of them had just pulled up in front of the hotel, and a valet had just let several passengers out of a 5-seat speeder.
Mam quickly holstered her pistols, grabbed Plenn’s free hand, and rushed over.
“Ranger Corp,” she said to the valet and the vehicle’s passengers, flashing her Ident. “I’m commandeering this vehicle for a royal emergency.”
“Say wha-?” asked one of the passengers.
But that was all Mam said as she literally threw Plenn into the front seat and dove into the rear seat, the doors closing behind them.
“Alright,” she said, draping her torso over the front seat, her chest filling the driver’s area, as she pressed the door lock switch. “Here’s what-“
“I can drive this thing,” said Plenn.
“Well I’ve got more flight experience than you-“
“You’re also my protector, you need to protect me.”
“That’s what I’m doing you-“
Suddenly, blaster-bursts sparked along the outside of the vehicle and a number of elites peeled away in shrill screams as the pursuers rushed towards the vehicle!
Plenn took the chance to grab hold of the controls, and the speeder shot down the lit parkway, with the prince dodging several other speeders before they managed to fly out and over a number of high-density buildings. By this time, Mam had pulled her chest into the backseat, and was scanning their surroundings through the large rear window of the vehicle.
“Destination input,” Plenn called out.
“State destination,” replied the speeders vocal system.
“Local Space Corp station.”
“Your request turned up fourteen different locations.”
“Set course for Space Corp station 246B-LD,” Mam yelled from behind Plenn. “Patch through to the corp station, code 24.”
“Coordinates for Space-Corp-station 246B-LD locked in,” the system replied, as a holo-map spread out before Plenn’s eyes, giving him directions. “Current attempt to patch through holo-call is currently on hold, as the other party is currently experiencing a high influx of holo-calls. Your current place in line is: six.”
“Initiate emergency skip 93076-HSN!” Mam cried out. “Ranger with Precious Cargo-“
Just then blaster streaks shot past the windows.
“Ranger with Precious Cargo in immediate danger!!” she cried out.
“Attempting emergency skip 93076-HSN,” responded the system. “I am sorry, it appears there is somepony else also requesting this service. Your current place in line is: 2.”
“UUGGHHHH!!!!” Mam groaned aloud as a blast-bolt struck the window, spidering a crack in the synthetic material.
“So what now?” asked Plenn.
“Follow the holo-map,” she replied. “We need to get through to someone inside the station. Even if you are a Royal, there’s no way they’ll let us in without confirmed clearance.”
“So where does that leave us?” replied Plenn.
Suddenly, the vehicle was rocked off-kilter as a second vehicle slammed into theirs on the right side! Its occupants wearing the same clothing as their pursuers, and brandishing similar weapons.
“More of them,” sighed Mam.
“Mam,” said Plenn, as his hands gripped the steering controls, “do you trust me?”
“Plenn, what are you-“
“DO YOU TRUST ME!?” he cried out, seeing one of the other vehicles occupants aiming a weapon at the window that separated them.
“Yes?”
“Then hold on!”
Mam found herself nearly screaming as Plenn tumbled the speeder into a controlled dive, and she struggled to cling to the seat.
“What are you doing!?” she cried out.
“Leading them on a little ride,” he replied, as the vehicle shot down past seven levels of traffic, and joined in on one level, weaving through the early morning route of heavily-fortified service vehicles.
“You wanna get us killed?” she cried out.
“I got this,” he cried out, “trust me and keep a look out!”
Looking behind them, she saw the one vehicle closing in. She then began to fire on the rear glass of the speeder, blasting apart a large enough hole as the synthetic material flew away.
She then began to fire at the pursuing vehicle's windshield, when the holo-call system rang through.
“This is Supervisory Ranger HR-340T,” came a voice. “how can I-?”
“Ranger BE-113!” Mam called out, as she continued firing on their pursuers. “Put in a trace, we are in a speeder and being pursued by two hostile vehicles. Requesting immediate clearance and escorts to station 246B-LD!”
“Your vehicular signature is locked, ranger,” replied the supervisor, “at this time unfortunately, no escorts are available. Your best bet is to get rid of your pursuers before arriving. If you arrive being pursued, you will not be allowed entry.”
“Are you kidding?” cried out Plenn.
“Who is that?”
“This is Prince Plenn Te of the Turgid Kingdom. I demand you provide myself and ranger Mam Marella with escorts!”
“My apologies your highness, but as I said, there are none. You will need to take care of this matter yourself.”
“My father is going to hear about this,” said Plenn, trying to be persuasive.
“Once again, I am sorry, but you are on your own.”
“Ugghhh!” cried out Mam, as she reached over the seat and disconnected the call. “Okay, we need to get rid of them. How confident are you that you can-“
“Mam, don’t distract me!” he cried out, as he shot around three service trucks.
Mam took the cue, and resumed firing on the pursuing vehicle. It appeared her efforts were working as chunks of the speeders windshield were flying away, soon exposing the occupants.
As she tried to take aim, she switched her blasters to stun, and proceeded to fire into the vehicle. Her efforts were rewarded as the speeder’s interior lit up, and the vehicle angled off into the opposing lane of traffic, making contact with a truck, sending the assailant’s vehicle spinning off and down into the abyss below!
“One down,” cried out Mam, as the second speeder came into view.
“Why are they taking their sweet time taking us down?” called out Plenn, noting that they were closing in on the ranger station.
“It’s like the hotel,” replied Mam. “Pretty sure they’re not being paid to bring your corpse in.”
“What say we take another detour?” asked Plenn.
And with that, the speeder shot out of the traffic, and across the landscape populated by dozens of lit structures.
“What are you doing?” Mam cried out as Plenn took dead aim at the darkened windows of an immense skyscraper.
Moments later the vehicle lurched into a vertical climb, and Mam clutched the rear seating as tight as possible, bracing herself by wrapping the rear safety belts around her arms and legs. As she did so, she heard Plenn click his own safety belt into place.
Behind them, their pursuer followed along behind. Mam fired off additional blasts before the windshield of their vehicle cracked open!
“Yes!” she cried out. “Clear shot!”
“Are you strapped in?” cried out Plenn.
“Yeah, wh-“
Mam found her question turned into a scream as Plenn flipped the vehicle up and back, the view pitching end-over-end as Mam saw their pursuers look up through the windshield, and then she took aim!
The stun-burst lit up the vehicle, and as Plenn and Mam streaked down vertically, their pursuers vehicle fell past them, and exploded on a structure below!
“Whoo!” cried out Plenn, as he righted the vehicle and hovered it into a crevice between two buildings.
Mam was just real quiet, breathing hard, looking at Plenn, before she just started laughing.
“Still wanna drive?” laughed Plenn.
“Oh shut up,” she replied. “Just turn off the lights. See if anypony else shows up.”
The two waited some time, but the only others who showed up were the flashing lights of a fire brigade, to extinguish the fiery wreck below them.
“System, re-connect to previous call,” Mam declared.
The flight to the station was marred by no further issues, and the speeder Mam and Plenn were in, was allowed safe entry into the fortified walls.
Though a number of rangers requested they be screened for injuries, Mam just requested to speak to the supervisory ranger, and soon she and Plenn were seated in his office, giving their account of what happened.
“Obviously, I feel this area has been compromised,” she said. “At this time, it would be best to have his highness transferred to the Emperors palace as soon as possible.”
“But it is still early where the Emperor resides,” said the supervisory ranger.
“It doesn’t matter. I feel if we just hang around here much longer, who knows what could happen. I have to get him out of here. How are the repairs to my ship coming?”
“His highness’ request for more repair personnel did go through, and additional shifts have pushed it to near completion. The downside is something is wrong with your custom boosters. Word is they need an extra day to fix it.”
“I’ll take my chances with what we have,” said Mam, rising from her seat. “As long as it runs and has proper firepower, that’s all I need.”
Thirty minutes later, Plenn had dressed back into his ceremonial garb that had been stored in a locker at the station, and was seated in his passenger seat, as Mam fired up the controls.
Klaxons sounded as the overhead roof of the facility opened up, and the ship rose into the air, leaving the lights of the cityscape behind.
“How long will it take to reach the Emperor?” asked Plenn.
“At this rate, about 2 hours,” replied Mam. “Even if the ship is pretty well patched up, I’m not gonna push her to the limits, even without working boosters.”
It was then that she heard the sound of Plenn’s safety restraints coming off, and heard his hooves move across the ship to her.
“Plenn, you really should sit back down,” she replied, as he stood next to her.
“You expect me to sit in that seat for two hours?” he asked. “When we get closer to the Emperor’s, I’ll behave.”
“…what do you mean by that?”
“Come on,” he said. “You’re really gonna stay in that piloting configuration all this time? Put on the autopilot, and let’s…talk.”
Fortunately for the two of them, the water reserves on the ship had been refilled, and Mam and Plenn shared some coffee, as Mam popped a capsule that finally erased the last of her hangover.
“Think they’ll be expecting you to ‘perform’ once we get there?” Mam asked.
“Who can tell?” replied Plenn. "Maybe the Emperor will be merciful, and let me get in some prep-time, a meal and a nap.”
“Unless Zircon just has to have this,” she said, reaching out and rubbing his cock through the material, before catching herself. “Sorry.”
“No, go ahead. You can even kiss it if you like.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“It already likes you, see?” chuckled Plenn. As the two could see his cock causing his robes to rise.
“No, I'm your space ranger again,” she said seriously. “Larocé and Elle...we left them back on H4-RMO, along with all those clothes, and that damage.”
“Once I get to a holo-call machine, I’ll make sure to get all those outfits sent to you. It’s a waste to not give them to their rightful owner.”
Mam was about to say something, when the red light on her control council began blinking.
“Incoming transmission,” said the computer.
“Patch it through,” she replied.
“Finally,” came a voice over the system. “It took me awhile to reach you.”
“Who is this?” asked Mam. “Identify yourself.”
“No, there’s no need to do that. I wish to speak to the prince, if you please.”
“What do you want?” asked Plenn, without a second thought.
“Ah, at last. I must say your highness, it has been quite a chore catching up to you like this.”
What do you mean?” asked Plenn, as he saw Mam rush to her controls, and start punching buttons.
“My employer had expected to obtain you several days ago,” continued the voice. “But I guess, all good things come to those who wait. All it took was one little slip. I guess you needed some extra credits for a good time the other day?"
Plenn gulped, remembering his credit withdrawal at the hotel's beach.
“You can change your name, but your prints don't lie," continued the voice. "And by now, your escort is trying to track my signal. I’m so sorry my dear, but you can thank your royal cargo for rendering those controls moot.”
“…what do you mean?” asked Mam.
“Tell me this, your highness,” said the voice, “do you prefer to have things done right, or do you prefer to have them done fast?”
“I, don’t follow,” replied Plenn.
“I suspected as much from somepony like you,” smirked the voice. “You think you can just throw credits at your problems, and they will all be taken care of. But you royals, you don’t know how this galaxy really works.”
“What are you getting at?” asked Mam.
“Just this, ranger. Your corp has a specific number of mechanics to repair its ships, and take a certain amount of time to do so. Now, if somepony would want to say, speed up said repairs, the corp has to look elsewhere. And let me tell you, when there’s a time-crunch, they aren’t particularly interested in background checks.”
As the final words swirled around in Mam’s head, what the voice was saying finally clicked. Before she could warn Plenn, an electrical charge shot through the ship, causing Mam and Plenn to spasm violently, before everything went black.
“Ranger? Ranger?”
Mam slowly opened her eyes, only to find herself in an examination room, a doctor and a nurse looming down on her.
“W-where am I?” asked Mam. “W-where’s Prince Plenn Te?”
“You’re in a medical facility on T-15HA. Your ship was found drifting into a shipping lane, and was reported.”
“But what about Prince Plenn Te?”
“You were the only one found aboard your ship.”
At this realization Mam tried to get up, but a sharp pain shot through her body!
“You must rest, ranger,” said the nurse. “Your body is still recovering from an electrical shock.”
“No, I have to get up,” pleaded Mam, “my passenger is missing and I have to find him-“
“There will be no searching, Ranger BE-113,” came a voice from a nearby intercom, that Mam recognized as one of her superiors.
“Y-you found him?” Mam weakly asked the voice.
“No. We are still looking for his highness, but your association with this assignment, has been terminated.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author's Note
Well, things sure took an unexpected turn, didn't they?
Action stuff in stories like this can make me tense up, because they can create a tendency to over-explain stuff. To alleviate that issue, I sought solace in just listening to fast-paced chase/fight music from a number of films. None really had the proper on-repeat sound I was hoping for, so it was through about a dozen different songs that I was able to find the drive to continue on.
There also was the feel that maybe I needed more dialogue, but I soon realized that the last thing one does in a high-tension situation is do a whole lot of bantering.
And yes, I couldn't help throwing in a little reference to the Disney version of Aladdin . I tend to do that with all these chapters: throw in little pop-culture refs to things that interest me.
Mam Marella and the Plenn Te Affair
Though she was still recovering from the electrical shock she received, Mam was given an even bigger shock once she became more cognizant.
A lie detector test was given to her (not at the request of the ranger corp, but by Plenn’s father and the Emperor). The conditions were hardly appropriate, as the pony was subjected to four hours of interrogating questions, and was denied nourishment during this time.
The recording machines (she had been hooked up to three of them), all confirmed the truth of what she recalled. However, once the information was passed along to Plenn’s father and the Emperor, Mam’s supervisor spoke to her via holo-cam, and delivered further devastating news.
As this was seen as further “inconvenience” to the deal in place, the figures in power were both demanding that Mam be terminated from the Ranger Corp.
Needless to say, Mam was upset upon hearing this and demanded to speak with the two immediately, but was informed that anything she said would fall on deaf ears.
A number of lawyers the corp had on hand were called together immediately, as the Emperor himself had threatened to declare full takeover of the Ranger Corp given what was happening.
This had all been taking place while Mam was recovering and being questioned, and finally, a compromise was made.
A large swath of rangers had been forced to cancel or abandon current assignments, and begin a search for the missing prince. The corp’s lawyers had requested a period of seven days to find him, but the Emperor and Plenn’s father wanted him found in two. In the end, the two sides compromised to four days.
If in the event that his highness could not be found at this time, the Emperor would be given a 60% stake control over the corp, and decide what would be the next steps to take.
Also as part of the deal, both of the royal parties had conceded to the supervisor’s request that Mam Marella not be terminated, and thus, it was agreed (without Mam’s consent) that she be suspended without pay for three weeks, and her ship impounded. A consolation was that she would be allowed to keep the current uniform she was wearing, as the corp had no civilian clothing that could properly fit her unique figure.
“I’m sorry it had to come to this,” her supervisor said, as she sat in front of the holo-cam, breathing heavily.
“…you need me,” said Mam. “You know you do, this is complete-“
“I know, I know. But I can’t override the word of the Emperor. Please, just try to take care of yourself Mam, and we’ll see you back here in a few weeks.”
Shortly afterwards, Mam found herself with a miniature hardpack on her back (having taken some things out of her ship), and crowded onto a transit-cruiser that was to take her back to her home planet.
The ship was already crowded with all sorts of creatures. The sound of several crying infants could be heard, let alone the occasional cough or sniffle that made Mam wonder if her inoculations would hold up.
Due to her over-voluptuousness, she had been squeezed into a corner of the cruiser, her back against the curved glass of one side. There had already been a few “sleemos” that had pretended to stumble and rub against her chest. While she imagined just pitching forward and smothering a few of them to their deaths, she struggled to behave herself, given the current hand she’d been dealt.
As she looked at the stars outside the window, she found her thoughts turning back to Plenn, and what he might be going through. Was he being tortured somewhere? Maybe held for ransom, and his father had perhaps been given an ultimatum?
As her eyes focused on her reflection, some light caused an area of her neck to glimmer. She wondered why this was for a split-second, and suddenly remembered that she was still wearing the choker Plenn had bought her a few days before. As her hand rubbed the item around her neck, she began to picture his golden eyes looking back at her, smiling as he informed her that it was hers.
“We are approaching spaceport SA-2001-HM,” came a voice over the intercom. “All departing passengers, please be sure to collect baggage, and proceed in an orderly fashion out the nearest exit once doors have opened.”
As the cruiser entered into the atmosphere, a thought sparked deep within Mam Marella’s brain. By the time the ship had landed, she was making her way through the mass of creatures, to a holo-cam booth.
Inserting her ranger corp Ident into a slot, a voice glitched to life.
“Greetings Mam Areola,” it said, translating her name incorrectly. “Welcome to-“
“I need to place a direct message to Ynez Glimundjaj.”
A few hours and a hovercab trip later, Mam found herself in a dingy hallway, knocking out a musical pattern on the metal door of pod 237.
“I recognize that familiar tune,” came a voice drawing near the door. “I have not heard it in many a moon!”
Moments later, the metal door opened wide, and Mam found herself looking at an older zebra, wearing a yellow pair of shorts and a matching tank top. Her hair was frizzed out in colors of silver and brown, and a huge smile was on her face.
“Ynez,” smiled Mam, as she felt her lip begin to tremble.
“Well bless my Grammy, it’s my sweet little Mammy!” said Ynez, opening her arms for a hug.
What she got in return was Mam almost smothering her, as the ranger (who towered over her by about 6 inches) embraced the older zebra and then began to sob aloud.
“You must have had an emotional ride,” said Ynez, struggling to breath. “Now now dear, come on inside.”
The one room dwelling was already fairly cramped, and Mam’s added size seemed to make it seem even smaller. Ynez did not seem to mind, placing the ranger in a chair, and giving her a mug of some strange concoction.
“Something does trouble you, my dear,” said the zebra, “tell me what, I’m ready to hear.”
And so, Mam recounted what had happened. From picking up the prince, to the chase and crash, even some of the undercover work on H4-RMO (without divulging certain “private bits”). When she finally got to showing up on Ynez’s doorstep, the zebra put down her cup, and nodded.
“You’ve had yourself quite a trek,” she said to the ranger, “no wonder you seem such a nervous wreck.”
“And that’s why I’m here,” said Mam. “You and my Guardian were such good friends, and I know after you were forced into retirement, you got involved with some…’associates’ in the underworld.”
“Oh yes, my poor shattered knee,” said Ynez, rubbing her left leg that was crafted from scrap parts, “But what is it you want from me?”
“I need you to help me find Prince Plenn Te.”
“But you said yourself the corp was looking-“
“There’s no way they’ll find him in under four days,” interrupted Mam. “And who knows what could be happening to him right now.”
“The way you speak, I swear you glow,” noted Ynez. “Perhaps you harbor-“
“NO!!” yelled Mam, before suddenly blushing and composing herself. “No, it’s…he’s different, and, he’s not like other Elites I’ve met.”
Ynez took a sip from her cup, hiding the smile that spread across her lips.
“I don’t want somepony like that hurt,” continued Mam. “They don’t come along everyday.”
It was then that Ynez set down her cup, leaned back in her chair, and folded her hands together.
“And so you wish my help to complete your task, seems what you are here to beg and ask,” nodded Ynez.
“I don’t have much,” said Mam, removing her choker, “but I’m willing to give you this to help pay for help.”
“Oh my stars, oh good and plenty,” said Ynez, her eyes going wide, “that must have cost a pretty penny.”
“I know, and I’m sure it can-“
“You can put it away, no more words to mince,” said Ynez. “You’ll want to wear it when you find your prince.”
“Y-you mean-“
“My little Mammy, I have not seen you in oh-so-long. Your will is shaken, but still so strong. Within your voice I hear a tinge, ruffling like a winded fringe. My friend loved you dearly, through and through, and now, I will help, here’s what we’ll do.”
*****
Kjwaac-tiu sidled his way through the hazy atmosphere of the establishment. Around him, all manner of ponies were clothed and unclothed, some lounging about, others were trying to ignore the wandering eye of the maroon-colored stallion, who was far from handsome. His mane was turning silver and falling out, and his pudgy physique showed he was at least a hundred pounds beyond a six-pack.
As his gut bounced about, the Madame of the facility strutted over to him.
“Tiu,” she nodded, “haven’t seen you around for quite some time. I take it that ‘big score’ of yours worked out well?”
“Come closer,” he smiled, beckoning the elder pony to his wrist-display.
Moments later, he was showing her a ‘substantial number.’
“All that, from the assignment?” gulped the Madame. “A stallion such as yourself might look into paying off some outstanding debts with that.”
“I’d prefer to use it for some of your more, exclusive toys,” smiled Kjwaac, licking his scarred lips. “You know what I like.”
“Oh yes, I most surely do,” sighed the Madame. “Speaking of exclusives, I just recently hired a sweet young thing a week ago. Word is she blew through her family’s inheritance on some personal attributes, and was disowned. Though given what I valued her attributes at, none of my regulars have been willing to splurge.”
“And what does this new toy look like?” asked Kjwaac.
The Madame pulled out a holo-screen, and moments later, the stallion was salivating like a Saleenoid.
“I can see where the credits all went to,” he chuckled grossly, “I’ll take me summa that.”
Once payment had been finalized, the slovenly stallion was escorted into a room adorned with gold and incense, wearing nothing but a sarong that was barely hiding his excited (if mid-sized) erection.
Before him was a small stage with glittery curtains that shuddered ever-so-slightly.
“Come on out…Wrymune,” commanded Kjwaac.
And slowly, a pair of golden nipple covers burst through the curtains, followed by two massive white breasts, that were revealed to be attached to a statuesque unicorn, with shimmering, curly violet hair. When she saw who her audience was, she gulped,and blushed slightly.
“H-hello,” she said, averting her green eyes like a scared little puppy. “I-I-I guess I’m yours, for the evening?”
“In a manner of speaking,” smiled Kjwaac. “Turn around, I want to see you from the back.”
As she turned around, he scoffed.
“Wearing bottom coverings?”
“Y-yes. Madame says I need to protect my…modesty.”
“From who? Me?” he chuckled. “And what’s with this whole s-s-scared routine? You got a cold or something? I imagine those nipples of yours are pretty hard under there.”
“I’m just…this is my first time,” she said. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Aww, a big baby birdie like you?” he asked, getting up from his seat and coming up to the stage. “Come on down from there, and let me give you a nice warm hug.”
“I, I can’t,” she said. “Madame says I’m not allowed to leave the stage.”
“Okay,” said Kjwaac, hoisting his rump on the edge. “Then how about you sit here next to me? We can…talk.”
The timid pony carefully lowered herself on her knees before she accidentally slipped and her bottom hit the stage, her huge breasts shuddering.
“I’m still getting used to these,” she blushed. “My friends said the stallion I liked…liked em’ big.”
“Oh there’s a lot of stallions who like em big,” smiled Kjwaac. “Say, how about a drink?”
“Madame says we aren’t allowed to drink on the job.”
“Oh Celestia, you need to stop letting Madame dictate what you do in here,” he said. “Let me order some-durnit, my holo-comm can’t reach the front bar.”
“The reception in this room is, spotty.”
“Well in that case, I’ll be right back. You just sit there like a good little pony.”
20 minutes and several mixed drinks later, Kjwaac was laughing and stroking Wrymune’s arm.
“I’m tellin’ ya,” he said, the stench of alcohol wafting out of his mouth, “this latest assignment, was a windfall, but you were worth, every credit!”
“I-I was?” she gulped.
“Sure were. It’s not everday that somepony kidnaps a prince.”
“A…a prince?”
“Yeah, some spoiled rich brat with a golden cock. Maybe his Daddy paid for it at the same place you got these tig ol’ bitties,” he chuckled, slapping her breast and making it wobble.
“So, um, h-how did you kidnap a-“
“WHO TOLDJA I KIDNAPPED A PRINCE!?” he roared, drunkenly, raising a bottle over his head.
“I’M-SORRY-I’M-SORRY!!” she cried out, trying to curl into a ball, shuddering.
Seeing her like this, Kjwaac’s anger softened.
“Aw gee I’m sorry, baby,” he said.
And with that, Wrymune slowly sat upright, a hint of tears in her big green eyes.
“I…I was just curious was all,” she said. “I thought…m-maybe, you might wanna, talk to me, about it.”
The maroon stallion just stared at her for a few seconds before bursting out laughing, gulping down his latest drink and laying back on the stage floor.
“What do I got to lose?” he smiled. “It’s not like you’re gonna tell anyone…are ya?”
“Uh-uh,” she said timidly, shaking her curly purple mane. “I can’t afford to lose this job.”
“Thought so,” he said, taking another drink. “So thing is, me and a few friends of mine, we like to keep our ears to the lev-track, to hear about possible ways to make us some credits. Well one day, my pal Ulvqan tells me and Eonaih, he hears of a real big offer. Word is, there’s somepony who has heard about this prince going off to impregnate the Emperor’s daughter? Well, whomever it is, this individual wants the kid intercepted and brought to some special location. Now Ulvqan and Eonaih, they think it’s gonna be a real hassle, but I sez, ’come on, it’d be so easy!’”
“How would it be, ‘so easy?’” asked Wrymune.
“Because of the tech I have. Y’see tits, I’ve been working and trafficking in tech since I was a kid. I once programmed a system to get me through a few grades of holo-classes. The system talked like me, sent images that looked like me, and passed all my tests with flying colors! All I had to do was program that kinda stuff into some techno-bots and a couple of ships, and we were homefree. Only problem was, that stupid ranger golden boy had.”
“A ranger?”
“Yeah, a little smaller than you, but was she a pain to take care of. Fortunately, the corp wanted a rush job on repairing that hunk of junk she had. Well, I got hired on and left a little surprise. BZZZZTTTT, and those two were out like a light!”
“Wow, so clever,” smiled Wrymune. “And clever stallions like you deserve a little…sugar.”
“S-say what?” asked Kjwaac.
By this time, Wrymune had siddled up and over him, her massive breasts nearly filling his field of vision.
“Oh Momma,” he breathed, “I could die a happy stallion buried under these tata’s.”
“Well you just might get your wish,” giggled the big beauty, “but I have one more question for you.”
“And what’s that?”
“Where did you take the prince?”
“Oh I didn’t take him, Ulvqan took care of that.”
“And where might I find Ulvqan?” she asked, lowering her bosom closer to his upper-body.
“I thought you had just one more question.”
“It seems there’s more to your story…and I want to know.”
At this remark, the stallion just laughed.
“You don’t need to know that,” he smiled. “What would a big-titted doll like you want with Ulvqan-“
That was when the huge pony lunged forward, burying the stallion under her breasts, before pulling back.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” he laughed.
“Where is Ulvqan?“ she asked, her voice growing louder.
“Is this some kind of game, because-“
His sentence was interrupted by her burying him under her cleavage again, pressing down harder to the point that he began to struggle!
“Wh-what do you think you’re doing!?” he cried out, as she pulled back. “You trying to kill me you crazy-“
As he said this, Wrymune twisted a bracelet on her left wrist, and suddenly, a small pistol flew out from under a pillow, pulled by the magnet in the bracelet. Her free hand grabbed the pistol as it flew close, and aimed it at the shocked stallion!
“You actually thought I was smaller?” she smirked.
“W-who are you? What do you want?” he asked, as he tried to fiddle with his holo-comm.
“I told you connection was spotty,” she said, as he drunkenly backed into a corner. “Now, this is going to be the last time I play nice, so tell me: ‘where is Ulvqan?’”
*****
It was another “one of those days” for Ulvqan.
Being the planetary manager for IGP on SE-1972 has seemed like a good career choice six years ago, but he had grown to regret it after just two years.
The company had turned the planet into a secondary transit hub around that time, and his workload had tripled, while his pay grade had remained relatively stable.
Since then, the teal stallion had developed a bit of a pudge, and his yellow/black hair had thinned considerably from the stress. A pair of glasses allowed him to scan the dozen or so screens in his office as he tried to keep up with a number of items passing through the facility. In truth, he needed at least three assistants, but his requests to the head office had been denied, with his boss claiming there were “no free rides.”
Suddenly, the light atop his central holo-screen began to blink.
“What is it?” he asked, taking the call.
“Boss?” said a young stallion timidly into the screen. “We need your help up here at the customer desk.”
“Yeardley,” sighed Ulvqan, “I’m very busy right now. Customers are your-“
“I WANT TO SPEAK TO THE HEAD OF THIS PLACE IMMEDIATELY!!!” came a loud screeching voice from off-holo-cam, before some items flew across the screen.
“Who is that?” asked Ulvqan.
“The problem, sir. She’s here with her servant, and claims she isn’t going to leave until-“
“Hey pay-jockey, you talking to your boss?” came the voice again. “You better be because I’m wasting valuable spa-time because of you all! What morons!!”
“…I’ll be there in a few minutes,” sighed Ulvqan.
After navigating the series of hallways and lifts, Ulvqan straightened his tie, and opened the door to the customer area.
Though there were 24 windows, only one was open, with a long line forming right behind a whirling dervish of what seemed to be a very big pony.
A nearby security camera feed showed that she was wearing a very flimsy orange bikini over her expansive physique, and a sunhat that was so large, it seemed to cover up most of her body when angled into the camera. Next to the flailing figure stood an older zebra in a suit, who seemed to be looking around nervously.
“WHERE IS HE!?” cried out the large pony. “You said he’d be here in a few minutes, and it’s way past a few minutes!”
“I promise you he’ll be here soon,” groveled Yeardley.
“‘I-promise, I-promise,’” said the pony, mimicking his voice, “well you can take your promises and shove em right up your fat-“
“Excuse me,” called out Ulvqan, walking towards the counter, “I understand you wanted to speak to me?”
From behind the pony there were murmurs of “finally” and “thank Celestia” as Ulvqan stepped through a mess of thrown items that littered the floor behind the counter. Stopping next to Yeardley (who backed away a good seven feet), he tried hard not to stare at the pony’s chest, that looked like her orange top was struggling to keep its contents aloft.
“Yeah,” she replied, her green eyes narrowed at him as she shook her silvery mane, “I do want to talk to you, but not in front of these nitwits. I assume someone who dresses like you do has an office?”
“Yes, I do,” he said.
“Ms Coquette is quite upset,” said her servant. “Your office will be best, I bet.”
“I’m sorry, Ms-“
“Stand aside, Zemiizah,” called out the pony, nearly knocking the poor zebra to the ground as she pressed her chest against the counter. “Now look. My birthday was three days ago. My fiance works very hard, and decided to use your ‘service’ to get me what I desired the most. So I’m having my birthday with my gals, and guess what? I get my gifts from everypony, but not my Tete! Then I’m told it will be delayed by a day. So I wait. Then another days go by. And at that point, I’m suspecting that you all have lost it, the most important gift a girl like me could ever get! I want to know where it is, and I want to know, NOW!!!”
There was a moment of silence, where the only thing one could hear in the cavernous room, was the swooping of the overhead fans.
Finally, Ulvqan cleared his throat.
“Let me, show you to my office,” he murmured. “If you’ll follow me, Miss..”
Ariatté Coquette,” replied the white pony.
It wasn’t long before Ulvqan was seated behind his desk, with Araittè seated on a cold metal chair, one leg crossed and waggling about anxiously, with Zemiizah standing next to her.
“So,” said the stallion, tapping his fingers on the desk. “What exactly did your fiance send you?”
“Zemiizah?” huffed Ariatté.
The zebra walked over and handed Ulvqan a tiny code-drive.
“All the info is on here,” she said. “Once it loads, all will be clear.”
Ulvqan watched as the servant resumed her place next to her master, before scanning the drive into the system.
There was the sound of whirring, before there were three clicks, and suddenly, everything in the room went black!
“Now what is this!?” cried out Ariatté.
“Something must have tripped a breaker,” said Ulvqan as the sound of hooves was heard. “I better g-“
There was the sound of a scuffle and grunting, and the wheels of a chair moving around, before the sound of binding was heard.
A minute later, the lights had come back on, and Ariatté was walking around the desk, where Zemiizah had bound the nervous-looking stallion to a chair. His mouth had also been covered.
The big pony smiled and nodded to her servant who ripped off the mouth covering.
“UGH-HELP-HELP-SOMEBODY!!!” he cried out.
“Nopony can hear you,” smirked Ariatté. “You’re a manager. You don’t want any distractions, which is why your office is waaaayyyy down here. I bet you haven’t even been up at that customer station since you were given a tour of this place.”
“The system,” he stammered. “The cameras! They’ve seen what happened. They’re recording you. Right now-“
“They are!?” cried out the white pony. “They can see lil’ ol’ me!?”
And with a flourish, she whipped off the massive sunhat, and looked at the four cameras looming down on them, from high up above.
“Hi everypony!” she called out, waving to the cameras, and doing a twirl that almost threw her off balance as her breasts kept going as her body came to a stop.
“Yeah-yeah-yeah,” smiled the stallion. “Give em’ a nice clear look at your face. I don’t care how rich your Daddy is, IGP is going to fine you both for this. Maybe you’ll do jail time. Bet there’s plenty of ponies that would love to take a stuck-up bitch like you down a-“
Suddenly, Arriatté let out a long, loud laugh. A moment later, Zemiizah joined her.
“Wh-what’s so funny?”
“The program on that core-drive took out the cameras,” smiled the huge pony. “ but, it was set to loop the last few seconds before the outage. Right now, security is just watching Ms Arriatté and her servant, watching you type some stuff into your system. Of course, you could also be checking a bunch of other stuff too. Maybe something came up, maybe you got a few urgent messages to respond to. We could be waiting quite awhile for you to finish up whatever you’re doing on that security footage.”
“Look,” murmured Ulvqan, “I’m sorry your package was delayed, I’ll find it for you, I promise. What’s in it?”
“…a stallion,” said Arriatté.
“Is that like the name of an item your-“
“No, the stallion is Prince Plenn Te, next in line for the throne of The Turgid Kingdom. He’s six feet tall, maybe around 180 pounds, ten of that from what’s dangling between his legs.”
Hearing this, the stallion’s eyes went wide.
“Jebus palomino,” he stammered. “You’re with-“
“Not at this time,” she said. “This is a…private matter.”
“Well sorry to disappoint sweetie, but I don’t have him! Heard word he was kidnapped, real shame-“
“Cut the whole innocent act,” said Zeniizah, jerking the chair, “We know YOU moved him…it’s a fact!”
“Oh yeah?” he smiled. “Says who?”
It was then that Ariatté reached into her sunhat, and pulled out a small recorder. She shuffled the system a ways in, and pressed a button.
“Ulvqan, he’s the one who did it,” came Kjwaac’s voice out of the tiny device. “I just had to get the prince captured and detained. Ulvqan has the resources to make sure he could be moved to the location undetected.”
“How?” came Ariatté’s voice over the recording.
“I don’t know, ask him!!”
And with that, the oversized pony stopped the recording, tossed the recorder on the desk, and stared down at the wide-eyed stallion.
“…how?” she asked.
“I-if I tell you, you promise to let me go?” he asked.
“Couldn’t hurt your chances.”
“I-we didn’t hurt him, I swear to Celestia,” he noted. “When the prince was brought to me, we checked his vitals. Kjwaac fortunately just knocked him out enough so he wouldn’t wake up.”
“What happened next?”
“We reached out to our contact.”
“What was the name?”
“I don’t know, he didn’t give me one! Just gave us a frequency, and said he was always listening. Anyway, after we reached out and they had confirmed the prince’s identity, we gave him something that would make sure he was knocked out for at least 12 hours, then placed an oxygen supply mask over his face, and put him in a padded container. He, was then loaded onto an IGP truck with the destination along a designated route.”
“What route?”
“Intergalactic 60.”
“I take it you didn’t make the delivery, given your position here?”
“No, of course not. I…I claimed I had eaten something bad as soon as Kjwaac confirmed he had the prince. Managed to take off and actually get it done in 6 hours, before coming back and claiming I actually had a panic attack.”
“And you’re sure you didn’t see-“
“I didn’t!” cried out Ulvqan. “His voice was disguised, and we never saw his face.”
“Did the one who drove the vehicle see?”
“I don’t know.”
“What’s his name?”
“Eoniah.”
“…where can we find him?”
*****
The small room was filthy. Eoniah had been living in it for 4 years now, but rarely got up the energy to clean the place except once every six months.
Food containers and beverage tins littered the floor, along with the occasional discarded clothing or reading materials.
Normally, the small yellow-orange stallion with a light blue mane would have been at a temp job by now, but one of his more recent tasks had netted him enough pay to lounge about in his underwear for a few days.
The yellow-orange light of early morning streamed through the window slats as he lay down on the couch and attempted to sleep in.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Eoniah just closed his eyes.
As long as I stay quiet, they’ll go away, he thought to himself.
A few minutes later, the knocking had upgraded to a heavy pounding, and yet he still refused to make a sound.
Suddenly, there was the sound of something charging up, and then, the door to the unit slammed inward on its hinges!
The stallion screamed and dove to the garbage-strewn floor, desperately reaching under the couch for his concealed weapon.
“Relax,” came a commanding, feminine voice.
It was then that Eoniah looked up, and saw the uniform of a ranger, albeit one with a massive chest encased in blue mesh.
“I just wanna talk,” she continued.
“…then why’d you bust down my door?” he asked.
“Because you wouldn’t answer it!” she sighed. “I had at least three persons on this floor say they saw you come in last night. If you had opened the door, your damage deposit might have still been safe…as long as the owners didn’t see this mess.”
As Eoniah peered towards the doorway, he saw a zebra enter and wrinkle her nose at the smell.
“Please hurry up Mam,” she said, “and make it quick. If we stay too long, I might get sick.”
“Oh, here,” said Eoniah, reaching into a pile of trash.
Mam quickly pulled out her pistol and set it to stun, but she herself was stunned when Eoniah pulled out a metal bowl, and handed it over to Ynez.
“Just in case,” he said. “You can barf in that.”
A few minutes later, Ynez had secured the front door closed as best as she could, and she and Mam Marella were seated in some chairs, as Eoniah sat on the couch, after having procured a robe.
“Do you know why we’re here?” asked Mam.
“I’m guessing this has to do with the prince?” he asked.
“Good guess,” she smiled. “We spoke to your buddies, and it seems you were the last pony to have contact with him, and your employer on the assignment.”
“Why should I tell you anything?” he asked.
“Because you will.”
“I will?”
“Mm-hm. Judging by the company you keep, and where you sleep, it’s pretty apparent to me that you’re going to cooperate. Now tell me, once you picked up Plenn, where did you take him?”
“It was an asteroid in the Nothcirc sector. Andro-48.”
“And what happened when you arrived?”
“There was a facility there. The asteroid itself was pretty large, but there was a structure that I brought him into.”
“And what did you see?”
“Nothing much. It was just a receiving area for what I assume were deliveries.”
“So, who took delivery of the prince?”
“It was a stallion in a lab coat.”
“Can you describe him?”
“Yeah. Tall, lanky, messy green hair, skin tone was yellow, and he had orange eyes.”
“And did he explain anything to you, or say anything?”
“Not really. Just ran a vital scan over the container, confirmed that I had delivered what was promised. Then, he informed me that we would be paid via wire in less than an hour. Then he loaded the prince’s container on a hoverlift, and went through some doors. So, I left and contacted the others. And that was it.”
Once he had finished, Mam looked to Ynez, and the two nodded.
“Thank you for your cooperation, Eoniah. The lack of force made this one of the better info-gathers on my mission.”
“Sure,” he said, looking at the damaged door. “So, I guess you’ll be on your way?”
“Yes, I think we will,” said Mam, rising from her seat. “Come along.”
“B-but wait. I told you everything I know. Honest!”
“Yes, and I told you to come along.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I have a full stun charge in my pistol, and I’m not really in the mood for any games right now.”
Sometime later, Mam and Ynez were seated in a little area of the ship the retired ranger had been able to obtain. It was a small freighter, that had been chosen specifically for the cryo-chambers that could hold a small crew on a long mission.
At this time, only three chambers were in use, containing Kjwaac, Ulvqan, and the recently added Eoniah.
“He cooperated, no doubt on that,” said Ynez, as she sipped a drink. “But he froze up like a frightened cat.”
“Yep,” said Mam, looking at the look of horror on his face, through a small opening in his chamber. “By my calculations, we’re coming up on the halfway point in the corps’ search for Plenn. Bet they haven’t found anything, but with what we’ve collected on these three, we should have more than enough to turn them over to the corps’ custody for kidnapping and several other charges.”
“To take Plenn seemed like quite a coup. What does the receiver plan to do?”
“Your guess is as good as mine. Whomever wanted him, they’re keeping a tight lid on specifics. Somepony’s good at keeping secrets. Most would be crowing about something like this.”
“And now to take the next huge step, how do you wish that we should prep?”
“We’ll need to cloak the ship and get close to the asteroid,” noted Mam. “Though I’ll be using a pod to go in alone.”
“Mammy no, absolutely not. What if you end up being caught?”
“If I need help, I’ll let you know,” she said, rubbing Ynez’s hand. “But I’m going to get Plenn out of there, one way or another.”
At this, the older ranger chuckled.
“Just like dear Flemshah, through and through. Your guardian…she would be so proud of you.”
And with that, the zebra got up, and walked behind the young pony, tousled her pink and lavender hair, and gave her a hug.
“You act so tough, but can be sweet…give your prince a kiss from me when again you meet!”
“Ynez!” laughed Mam, reaching back and rubbing the old zebra’s bare shoulders.
And with that, the suited young ranger rose from her seat, and followed her friend to the cockpit. The space was cramped, so all Mam could do was stand near the doorway, and watch as Ynez powered up the craft, and entered the coordinates for asteroid Andro-48. As the system beeped ready, Mam stroked the choker around her neck.
“We’re in a hurry, no words to mince,” said Ynez, pushing the throttle. “Hold tight Mammy…let’s go rescue your prince.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author's Note
This was one of those chapters where a few weeks ago, I had no idea just what it would become. It was a sapling that I had no clue what its potential could be.
And then, I just started typing, and the path started to become clear. I had feared this could have become a 8000-word chapter with the undercover stuff, but I managed to find ways to keep things tight and not so repetitive.
Taking my time allowed my imagination to properly regroup and figure out each encounter. The inclusion of Ynez as a friend of Mam’s guardian was a late addition (let alone her being able to call her “Mammy” without getting yelled at). I almost broke my idea of having Ynez speak in rhyme, but I feel the effort was semi-acceptable in the end.
I did go back and forth on how much information the kidnappers would get, and it made more sense that they not know what is in store for Plenn, thus ensuring what I hope to be a very surprising reveal next episode.
P.S. Mam’s second disguise was partially inspired by Kate Hudson’s wardrobe in Glass Onion .
Mam Marella and the Plenn Te Affair
Episode VIII - Into the Lair
It wasn’t long before Ynez slowed the ship down. Out the front window of the freighter, she and Mam could see that they were a ways away from the edge of an asteroid field.
The system scanned across the area in front of them, and soon beeped an affirmative that Andro-48 had been identified some ways into the field.
"He didn’t mention anything about an asteroid field,” noted Mam. “Maybe he just expected us to pull in close to the landing area, and get knocked apart by another one of these things?”
“I highly doubt that was his plan,” said Ynez. “He seemed unable to think as the others can.”
“I suppose,” said Mam, as she headed back into the freighter, with Ynez following behind her. A ways down from the cryochambers were several escape pods. Pressing the button on one, the chamber door hissed open.
The pod was the size of a coffin, and Mam’s added size made it incredibly cramped, but she wasn’t going to let a minor case of claustrophobia stop her.
Ynez closed the top over her, and there was a sealing hiss as the pod was readied.
“I got your ship linked to my communicator,” Mam said through the glass front. “I’ll keep in contact. If I go silent for at least four hours, you know what to do.”
Ynez flashed her a thumbs up, and headed over to the release controls.
There was a sudden lurch as the ship expelled the pod out into space. Mam pressed a button, and saw a light that confirmed the cloaking shield had been activated, rendering the pod invisible.
Near each of her hands, she grasped a control shaft, and carefully began maneuvering her way towards Andro-48. Soon, Mam was forced to slow down her journey, as she was almost hit by floating debris, and other asteroids in the field.
Be patient, she thought to herself. Won’t do Plenn much good if you kill yourself this way.
It was at least 30 minutes, before Mam began hovering along the upper areas of Andro-48, and finally saw what she was looking for. The structure on the asteroid looked almost like a metal box from her vantage point, and she found herself hovering closer, slowly moving to handle the mild rotation of the asteroid.
Rather than land by the metal structure, Mam located an area at least a few miles away, and set her sights on it. The area seemed isolated enough, and Mam couldn’t see anything from scans that indicated vehicles or signs of life were active in the area.
The pod touched down with a slight whump, as Mam placed an oxygen mask over her muzzle, detached the opening door, and stepped out.
“I’ve landed,” she radioed to Ynez, before surveying the landscape.
The surface was incredibly drab and grey, making the stars overhead seem brighter than usual.
Carefully, she began to take short leaps across the landscape. When she saw the glint of metal, she stopped leaping, and began to slowly tread towards the structure.
Never know if there might be boobytraps, she thought.
Seeking cover from one large rock structure to another, she got closer and closer, until she was within thirty feet of her target.
The structure truly seemed to be nothing more than a metal box, which could have housed about a dozen of her ranger craft. Several antenna jutted out from one corner, while blinking lights could be seen in various areas. There even appeared to be a large entry door, that Mam guessed was where Eoniah had entered with Plenn several days before.
She couldn’t see any scanning devices, but Mam was pretty sure that there had to be security measures in place. An isolated building like this, whomever had constructed it, would surely be taking precautions.
Stealthily, she completed a circular scan of the structure, and it confirmed her suspicions: the only way in was through the large door.
Some sort of diversion would need to be created, but one that would get the door open long enough for her to get in without being seen.
It was then that she contact Ynez.
“Hey,” she said, “Home in on my location. I need a distraction nearby. Is there anything on the freighter that might cause a big enough commotion to make them open up down here?”
“This ship wasn’t really made to fight,” replied Ynez, “I don’t think it has the proper bite.”
Mam was quiet for a bit, as she tried to take stock of what the ship had. It was several minutes before she had a thought.
“Ynez, the escape pods, is there a way that you can control them from your cockpit?"
Twenty minutes later, Mam looked to the stars, and saw a flash of light, and heard a growing roar.
Hunkering down behind her hiding place, she felt the ground shake as an escape pod struck a few miles beyond the structure!
Peering out from behind her rock, she kept her eyes on the door. She waited, and waited, and waited, and waited. Just when it looked like her plan had been for nought, a light above the door started to flash orange, and the entryway opened up!
Out of it trundled a hover truck, that headed straight for the point of impact.
Mam then began her careful following of the vehicle, doing her best to stay hidden by numerous rocks and craters on the surface.
Going by foot was slower than expected, and by the time she had found the impact crater of the capsule, the truck was already parked near its edge, and a figure in a white space suit and air mask, was already in the crater, studying the wreckage.
As she observed the truck, she noted its windows were heavily-tinted. She knew she had to get into the bunker, but almost every option she could think of would lead to her presence being exposed eventually. Out of all the choices, she decided to go with one that would at least get her through the door undetected.
Drawing her pistol, she carefully made her way down into the crater, where the driver was observing what was left. It appeared he was communicating with somepony, but she couldn’t hear what that side of the conversation was about.
“No, it doesn’t look like anypony was in it,” said the figure, the nasally voice identifying him as a young stallion, “Could somepony have been vaporized on impact? Well, how would I know? I’ve never seen something like this before!”
As Mam snuck closer to him, she could see the blinking of the radio transmitter on his suit’s belt, and a transmitter piece in his left ear, which was allowing him to speak and listen to whomever he was conversing with. She was now so close to the figure, that she could very well kill him…but she knew she needed him. Carefully, she reached out towards the activation switch for the transmitter.
“I understand it’s almost time,” said the stallion, “but I fail to see how an impact like this c-hello? Sir?”
As he reached down, his eyes found a pistol aimed up at him, and he backed away, falling over the remains of the pod! From his appearance, Mam could see he was a brown stallion with a shock of orange-brown hair that flopped over his forehead.
“Stay where you are,” said Mam, walking over to him. “It’s your lucky day. I need somepony like you.”
“W-where did you come from?” he asked. “Were you in this-“
“I don’t have time for stupid questions,” she said, “I’m going to ask you one very important question, and it’s answer is going to depend on what happens to you next: can you get me to Prince Plenn Te?”
Those words made the stallion’s brown eyes go wide.
“H-how do you know-“
“Answer, the question!” demanded Mam.
Y-y-yeah, I can get you to him, just please don’t hurt me!”
“Get up,” said Mam. "We’re going to use your truck to get in. You alert anypony as to my presence, you’re not going to see your family ever again.”
“E-even my Mom-“
“Especially your Mom! Now come on, get back into the truck, mister…?"
“Nutobh,” he whimpered. "Nutobh Sam. And you-“
“Stop asking stupid questions and get in the truck, Nutobh!”
“Right,” he said, scrambling up the side of the crater, with Mam close behind.
When he opened the truck door, she saw something on the passenger seat, a device with a glowing screen.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“Just my Gamepony,” he said. “Gets boring here-HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”
By this time, Mam had picked it up and was examining it.
“This better not be recording us-“
“IT’S JUST A GAMEPONY!” he whined, “GIVE IT BACK, I’M ALMOST FINISHED WITH THAT GAME!!”
“Stop whining like a baby,” huffed Mam, “I’ll give this back once you get me to the prince.”
Nutobh just scrunched up his face as he slid over to the drivers side, and Mam squeezed in. Like most vehicles, this one wasn’t built for her figure, but still she kept her pistol trained on the stallion.
“Now, take me to Plenn,” she ordered.
The stallion obeyed. The vehicle shuddered to life, and headed back.
“You can turn the transmitter back on,” she said. “Tell them you had technical difficulties. And remember, any funny stuff, and you know what’s in store for you.”
“J-just don’t mess with my Gamepony,” he warned in a shaky voice.
“Sweet Celestia, are you a whiner,” she huffed. “I bet you don’t even have a somepony.”
“Hey, at least my Mom likes me,” he huffed back.
“She has to like you…she’s your Mom.”
Nutobh just shot Mam a stink-eyed look, and turned the transmitter back on.
“-me in,” came a voice. “Nutobh, do you copy?”
“Still, here,” said the timid stallion, trying to watch the terrain, while eyeing Mam’s weapon.
“What happened? Why’d you go silent?”
“I…I thought I heard something. I tried to run up the crater, but fell and damaged the transmitter. G-got it working again, and I’m coming back in.”
“I’m sure the doctor would have wanted something from the wreckage site.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry, m-maybe I can get a weapon and come back-“
“No way I’m trusting you with a weapon, kid,” the voice snapped. “I swear, I give you one, you’ll shoot yourself in the hoof in three seconds.”
“I would not!”
“Look, just shut up and get back here. The doctor wants you to administer another dosage. Make you work for that internship.”
“Fine. Over and out.”
As he turned his transmitter to silent, he saw Mam chuckling.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“…you’re an intern?” she smiled.
“Yeah, what of it?
“Oh look, we’re almost there.”
As the truck hovered up to the door, it opened up, and Nutobh drove inside.
Mam scanned the interior for security cameras, but couldn’t make out any through tinted glass.
She was preparing herself for when Nutobh would park the vehicle, but instead, he maneuvered it towards some doors, that Mam recalled Eoniah mentioning.
They parted down the middle and Mam was surprised to realize that the doors were for a lift! The vehicle hovered into the small space, the doors closed, and the room shuddered as it began to descend!
“How far down does this go?” asked Mam.
“Quite a ways,” replied Nutobh.
“Will we be expecting any company at the bottom? A large army of some sort?”
At this, Nutobh burst out laughing.
“What’s so funny?” asked Mam.
“Yeah, right. No way the doctor can afford an army. Besides, if he could, do you think I’d be just an intern?”
“Probably,” Mam said under her breath, before she continued speaking. “So, this doctor, does he have like, yellow hair and green skin?”
“No,” said the kid, eyeing her directness, “that sounds like his assistant, Namuras. How do you know what he-“
“I ask the questions, not you,” she said, waving his Gamepony in the air.
“You know, you could just give it to me now,” he said, “I just want to make sure my progress is saved-“
“You’ll get it back when I’m ready to give it to you,” she said firmly.
Suddenly, there was a shudder, and a set of doors parted, revealing a long corridor of metal panels and doors, cut into the asteroids inner rock work.
“What is this place?” asked Mam, as flickering lights illuminated the long corridor the truck began to hover down.
“The doctor’s big project,” noted the stallion.
“How many other prisoners does he have down here besides the prince?”
“He’s the only one down here as far as I know.”
“What does he need Plenn for?”
Suddenly, the transmitter crackled to life.
“Nutobh, come in,” came the voice.
Numaras“?” asked Mam.
“Mm-hm,” nodded Nutobh.
“Ok, here’s what you’re gonna do. Take me straight to Plenn, and don’t say a word about me. You do that, and I give you your Gamepony back, understand?”
Nutobh nodded, as he pressed the transmitter switch.
“I’m here, Numaras,” said Nutobh, into the transmitter. “I’m going to head over to the chamber to give the prince his medication. I can’t recall, do I use Code 38 to obtain the stuff from the lab?”
There was a short pause, and suddenly the transmitter cut out.
“Hello?” asked Nutobh.
“Affirmative,” came Numaras’ voice as the transmitter crackled back to life. “And remember, just one dose this time. He’s already pretty full, but we don’t want to push him over the edge until it’s time. Also, best to use Entrypoint H3. You should be close.”
“Copy,” replied Nutubh, “over and out for now.”
“What did he mean by that?” asked Mam. “What are you doing to Plenn?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” smiled the stallion uneasily.
“I asked you a question,” said Mam. “Now answer-“
“And here we are,” said Nutobh, as the vehicle came to a halt in front of a set of metal doors with “H3” painted on them. “Now, my Gamepony?”
“Fine,” said Mam, lowering her weapon and passing the unit to Nutobh. As his hand grabbed it from her, she reached out and grabbed the energy fob from the vehicles ignition.
“Hey! Give that back!” he cried out.
“Once I get Plenn out,” she said. “We’ll need this thing to get top-side. Now just sit here like a good little colt, and play your stupid little Gamepony.”
"It's not stupid,” he replied, and quickly became engrossed in his device.
What a loser, thought Mam, as she opened her door, and approached the numbered key panel on the side of the door. She punched in “38,” but the door didn’t budge. A few more attempts produced the same result.
“Hey, that code didn’t work,” she called back to Nutobh.
“Of course not,” he said, not looking up from his device. “The code to that one is 12345.”
Mam rolled her eyes, entered the numbers, and to her surprise, the doors parted with a metallic hiss.
Guess they’re pretty confident in keeping things safe in this place, she thought.
As she passed through the doors, she stood on the inside and waited for them to close. Once they had clanged shut, she found herself in creepy darkness.
Removing a lite-brite tube from the side of her suit, its bright white beam played over the environment. She was in a massive cavern, that when she looked up, seemed to stretch so tall that she was sure it was higher than the hotel she and Plenn had stayed in!
The rock work to her right stretched down into darkness, while to her left a massive dark wall seemed to be…undulating slightly?
Mam had never seen anything quite like it before. It looked like it was alive, but maybe some sort of massive sub-terranean worm, whose head she couldn’t see off in the far darkness?
Best not to wake it, she thought, as she felt her heart seem to beat a bit quicker.
It was then that her light caught the shine of some ladders resting against it.
Not going to worry about that, she thought. I need to find Plenn.
She turned the light over to the rock wall, and came across another door, built into the side. Like before, she tried the number 38, but got a buzzing sound. She was about to go back and ask Nutobh, when a ridiculous thought came to her, and she entered, 12345.
“Oh for crying out loud,” she murmured, as the door slid open with a hiss.
A light turned on in the room behind the door, and Mam pocketed her lite-brite. It appeared to be a medical facility. In the center was an examination table, and lining the walls were cabinets and trays that each had a keypad.
Mam tried to find information on what was going on, but there were no stray papers anywhere. In one corner there was a computer that required a passcode. She tried 38, but it was incorrect. She tried 12345, but it was incorrect as well, with the computer giving a warning that a third incorrect entry would sound an alarm.
She walked away, and rapped on a few large doors in the walls.
“Plenn?” she called out. “It’s Mam. Can you hear me?”
Each request produced no response. Pretty soon, she had gone over the entire area, and found nothing.
“He has to be here somewhere,” she thought to herself. “Unless, there’s other places like this further down the dark-“
Clickity-clickity-click
The sound caused Mam to grab her pistol and aim in the direction of the doorway, but the brightness of the room made her unable to see anything but darkness outside.
Pulling out her lite-brite, she attached it to the top of the pistol, turned it on, and slowly made her way back out into the darkness.
As she took a few steps out of the room, she nearly screamed as the door slammed shut, leaving the only illumination coming from her weapon.
What was that sound, she wondered, trying to keep her imagination under control.
Suddenly, there was the sound of falling rocks as some seemed to bounce off the large blue worm and fell to the ground.
“Mmmppphhh,” came a sound from above it.
“W-who’s there?” called out Mam, her light pointing in the direction of the sound.
Suddenly, the large blue thing trembled, and the area around her began to tremble as well! Mam’s chest wobbled for a few seconds, and then stopped, as the tremors subsided.
What the heck is this thing? she thought, walking over towards one of the ladders.
Her Guardian had told her what curiosity had done to the cat, but for some strange reason, she was compelled to go up.
As she ascended the ladder, Mam soon realized just how high it went. She glanced back down, and had to close her eyes for a few seconds, realizing that from where she stood, a fall from this height would surely kill her!
Eventually, she found the top surface of the blue “worm,” and gingerly set hoof on it. First one, and then the other. She waited a few moments, but nothing happened. Stranger still, it felt like her heart's beating was...quickening.
Looking down at her hooves, she saw they left a slight indent in the surface, but it was still pretty firm.
She had taken a few more steps, when she heard two sounds.
The first was the clickety-clickety-click similar to before, and towards her left in the darkness, was that moaning sound.
Carefully, she held out the pistol, and began to carefully walk towards the moaning.
The beam of her light played along the blue surface, and when she raised the light a ways, Mam almost gasped.
She was looking into the face of Prince Plenn Te! He had been blindfolded, and a mouth piece with a tube had been placed over his nose and mouth, the tube attached to a small belt around his waist, and inserted into a plastic box with a percentage meter on it.
“Plenn?” called out Mam as she scrambled over to him. “Plenn, it’s Mam.”
She undid the blindfold, and saw that his eyes were closed.
“Plenn?” she called, slapping him lightly on the face, as she swore she felt that her heart was going to beat right out of her chest! “Plenn? Wake up. We need to go-“
Clickety-clickety-click
Mam froze as she heard that sound again…a sound that seemed to be coming from right next to her…along with what seemed to be soft breathing.
As she began to slowly turn, she heard the sound of air, and felt a stabbing pain in her neck!
“Ow!” she cried out, and reached for her neck, only to pull out a small tranq dart.
“Wh-what the-“ was all she could mutter, as her vision began to waver, and she fell over the side of the blue mass, before a slight feeling of weightlessness overtook her, and then darkness moments later.
“I still say we should kill her,” came a faint voice nearby.
“And I still say no, my assistant,” came another voice. “Apphenia’s offspring will need nourishment.”
Mam’s eyes felt like they were being weighed down, as she slowly opened them against the glare of the bright lights. She soon realized she was back in the little room she had explored. There was also a feeling of coldness she was feeling on her body, and as her eyes looked down, she realized she had been strapped to the examination table (her upper body elevated to an angle), and was completed naked!
“LET ME OUT OF THIS!!” she cried out, rattling the table and shaking her chest, but the metal restraints at her wrists and ankles, kept her firmly in place.
“I’m afraid that’s not in the cards,” said a tan stallion on the other side of the room wearing a lab coat, whom Mam realized had no mane. As he turned to look at her, she saw his piercing blue eyes staring at her, making her feel even more violated to be naked.
“Shall I gag her?” asked a yellow stallion with green hair (and wearing a lab coat as well), enter her field of vision.
“No need,” smiled the tan stallion, “nopony is coming to rescue her.”
“You obviously don’t know the ranger corp,” said Mam. “If I don’t report in to them soon, they’re going to know something is up. They’ll bust down those doors up there, come on down here, and then you’ll all be in trouble.”
She waited for the bald stallion to fret, but instead, he just burst out laughing in a very unsettling manner.
“You must be the pony his highness was blathering about after his injections,” he chuckled. “Kept talking about a big, cute ranger who would come for him.”
At the word “cute,” Mam was hoping her cheeks were not flushing red.
“Never mind the sweet talk,” she said. “You are holding up a very valuable business transaction between the Turgid Kingdom and the Galactic Emperor.”
“The only business I’m interested in, vixen, is my own,” smiled the tan stallion.
“And just what is your business, mister, what’s-yer-name?”
“Don’t tell her, doc,” said the yellow assistant. “She’ll-“
“I am Dr Dourif,” replied the bald stallion, “and this is my assistant, Namuras.”
“And now she knows our names,” sighed Namuras.
“I know you were the one who took receipt of Plenn,” noted Mam to the yellow stallion.
“H-how do you know that?” he asked.
“Never mind how I know that. You seem to like keeping secrets, so why should I tell you?”
Suddenly, Namuras jumped over to the restrained ranger, grabbed her left nipple, and began to twist!
“Argh-agh-AGGHHHH!!!” cried out Mam. “STOP!!!”
“TELL ME HOW YOU KNOW!!” Yelled Namuras. “TELL ME-“
Suddenly, he cried out in pain as Dourif shocked him with an electrical prod, and the assistant collapsed to the floor, twitching.
“Restrain yourself,” said the doctor calmly, his hooves quietly clopping across the metal floor. “This young pony is our guest. We can at least show her some manners.”
“Speaking of which,” said Mam, trying to ignore the pain in her nipple, “how about giving me something to wear?”
“I am afraid I cannot do that, Ms…?”
“Mam Marella, Ranger BE-113.”
“Yes, Ms Marella, I unfortunately have nothing on hand to clothe a filly of your…fullness, and your suit is too dangerous for me to return to you.”
It was then that Mam saw a metal box on a countertop nearby, where the suit was sitting, disassembled inside. As the wheels in her head turned, she decided to put a plan into action.
“Well, at least you have manners,” she smiled at Dourif. “But really, if you let me out of these things, I promise to behave. Heck, I’ll even be nice and give you a great, big hug. And maybe…something more.”
She could see the doctor’s face waver, and slowly, he approached her, and was out of sight behind her. Mam heard the rattle of keys, but did not feel the release of the restraints. And then, there was a soft breath next to her left ear.
“Nice try, Ms Marella,” said the doctor, “but you’re too late. My heart belongs to another, far more lovely, and whom I have been infatuated with, for quite some time.”
A moment later, he had walked back into her sight, smiling with a nonchalant expression.
“Oh, and who is she?” she asked. “I guarantee you that whomever she is, there’s no way she can measure up to me.”
“Compared to her, you’re little more than some bratty little kid-sister,” grunted Namuras on the floor.
It was then that Dourif walked over, and kicked the assistant in the back, causing him to cry out.
“BEHAVE!!” cried the doctor.
Mam’s eyes continued to play around the room, when her gaze stopped at the dark entryway.
Staring back at her, were a pair of bright yellow eyes, the irises vertical “slits.”
“Ah, there you are,” called out Dourif in a tone that signified familiarity. “I see you’re getting a better look at our guest. I daresay, she’ll never compare to your beauty. Why don’t you come inside, and show yourself, here in the light?”
Suddenly, the eyes disappeared, followed by the clickety-clickety-click sound Mam had heard in the darkness.
“She’s a little shy around strangers,” smiled the doctor. “Especially those who want to take away her new partner.”
“Partner?” asked Mam. “Who-what is that thing?”
At this, Dourif walked over to Mam, his expression one of indifference, before he slapped her across the face.
“You will not insult Apphenia in my presence, EVER!!” his voice rang out.
“Okay, okay,” whimpered Mam, her cheek stinging. “Wha-who…is she?”
“The next evolution,” sighed Dourif, clopping across the room to a computer panel. “An evolutionary leap that soon, will make the entire galaxy tremble at her hooves.”
Suddenly, a display lit up in the floor, and Mam found herself looking over a three-dimensional hologram of a creature that looked like a pony, but not quite.
It’s height was easily twice that of Mam. The head looked like that of a pony, but older, as if age had “withered” the rounded cheeks and muzzle of youth. From its head protruded what appeared to be a malformed “nub” that could have been a young unicorn’s horn.
Protruding from her upper-torso, Mam was all-the-more surprised to see a massive chest, larger than her own!
As the hologram rotated, she could see the figure, though tall, had definition in its limbs, notable of which was a rather voluptuous thickening in the thigh and buttocks region.
“Ah yes,” smiled Dourif, looking up to the rotating figure, “my baby…my angel of the night.”
“Y-your daughter?” asked Mam, trying to comprehend what he was getting at.
“In a matter of speaking,” he replied. “In truth, Apphenia had many fathers, and a few mothers. There were so many back then, that believed in the potential of genetic power. Do you have any idea how slow the evolutionary process is? Too slow for us to ever grasp enough potential in any of our lifetimes!”
As he said this, there was a groan as Namuras struggled to his hooves.
“Clean yourself up, and run further diagnostics on the prince,” said Dourif. "Make sure that last injection is doing its job."
Mam watched as the assistant hobbled over to a monitor.
“Now, where were we?” asked Dourif to Mam.
“Something about lifetimes?” noted Mam, thinking if she kept him talking, she might figure out a way to get herself free, or a way to get her and Plenn out.
“Ah yes,” he continued. “Time, something that we are all adrift in. We fight against its waves and tides, and yet eventually, we all must drown in it’s grip, as the cycle continues anew. It’s so unfair, stallions like myself can see such potential, but must be held at its mercy. My study in genetics revealed so many wonders. I wanted to see and know so much when I was beginning my career, but it was impossible. And then one day, a colleague told me, about a project…a project that as soon as I realized its potential, I knew how I could achieve immortality, even though I too would still succumb to the cruel mistress of death herself.”
“And…how would you do that?” asked Mam, trying to keep herself from showing that she thought this fellow was truly mad.
“With a project, my voluptuous vixen. Project Apphenia. From my studies, I realized the closest ones to reach immortality, were the alicorns of old. They would rule for many years beyond the common pony, even controlling various elements…power beyond mere ponies! But alas, even they eventually succumbed to death. But what if they could be resurrected, through a most unexpected method? Multiplication. As far as many scholars know, so few of the most powerful alicorns bore no offspring, and were often divine births by which none of our research has been able to determine an origin. And thus, I saw the potential: a divine birth by way of genetic technology. Only a handful of my colleagues could grasp what I was proposing. I met with the most ridiculous of oppositions. Some called me unethical, others balked at my demands to exhume the ancient tombs for material. They couldn’t see-THEY REFUSED TO SEE!! And so, I knew…I knew that I needed to make this evolutionary leap my focus. It would take time. I would age most certainly, but I was determined that I would live to see Project Apphenia, bear fruit.”
How much longer is he going to go on, wondered Mam.
“Fortunately, there were a few that aligned with my vision, and together, we began to work towards shifting our colleagues' focus towards Apphenia. We knew where some of the problems were, and so, a few of my negative colleagues had some…unfortunate accidents. The money-ponies didn’t have much of a care whom replaced them, as long as they were cheap. That was where I and several others came in. We filled a number of holes on the review boards, and soon enough, there were enough to get my dream going.”
“And how did you convince the money-ponies that this was worth their funding?” asked Mam. “Even with the super-elites, I know they won’t fund something unless there’s something in it for them.”
“Very astute,” smiled Dourif, strutting over, and stroking her braised cheek. “Does that hurt?”
“Not so much now,” she replied, feeling a mild stinging.
“Good. Yes, even charitably-wealthy donors need to know there’s something in it for them, and even I knew I had to sweet talk a number of them to open wide the purse-strings. It was all a matter of offering them something that they were missing from their own lives. They would not see the evolutionary potential that Apphenia would bring, but there was a word that I knew would pique their interest, just as it had I when I was very young: immortality.”
“Immortality?” asked Mam.
“Of course, vixen,” smiled Dourif, stroking her mane in an unsettling manner. “Remember when you were young? Did you ever think, that you would not live forever?”
“Well-“
“Of course not!” He cried out, walking away quickly, before continuing. “The folly of youth, is that you never think of death. Life stretches out before you. Beauty, strength, young bodies exuberantly bursting forth into fountains of development from centuries of copulation! Fulfilling the needs of reproduction, offspring to carry on those who have discovered the keys to virility and abundance! Their seed nestled deep in the bowels until it is deemed time! But then, on feathery black wings, one can hear her draw closer. Not right away, but she approaches. As the eyes become a bit hazy, the mane thins, and the cherubic complexion becomes gaunt and withdrawn. Tis’ death…death, come to relieve one of their gasp of life, before flesh and bone crumble to dust. Yes, as a youth, these thoughts never pass through your mind, but the older you get, there it is. You beg for more time, wish for it, and if you are an elite, you never want the party to end. I knew this all too well. I had seen promising scientists and geneticists seethe with rage that their best intentions were rejected, because they did not fit into the specifics that were part of the elite mindset. So I came prepared. I spoke to them like a pony who wanted to help. I stroked their egos, claimed they were titans who could move mountains, and then…reminded them that lady death was bearing down on them. It worked like a charm, and slowly, I began to have their foundation’s capital funneled into my project.”
“But this was never about them,” smirked Mam. “It was all about you-“
“It was about Apphenia,” interjected Dourif. “She would be perfect. Through her, immortality would flow. She would be a statuesque beauty to rival the likes of Celestia and Luna. But as you know, alicorns have been extinct for so long. But I knew, locked within their remains-“
“You didn’t,” exclaimed Mam.
“I DID!!” retorted Dourif. “And the best part? The donors made it happen, and nopony was the wiser. Can you imagine the uproar, if the tombs of the sisters were opened, without good reason? Well, what better ruse than making the public think that there might be a long, lost descendant! But one would need evidence to back up such a claim, and with enough morons to believe the story, public support soon had everypony begging to exhume their royal highnesses, to get the necessary evidence for the testing. In the end, the pony we hired claimed she made it all up and disappeared from sight, but at last, we had the material to begin our project. The genetic elements proved to be more complex than we had originally thought, but this did not deter us, and after several years…she was born.”
“I take it the donors were pleased?” asked Mam. “Figured you’d fashion an Apphenia for each of them? Or, fashion each of them into an Apphenia?”
“Now see, that’s the fun thing about donors,” smiled Dourif. “If you make stuff too complicated for them, they start to tune out. All they want to know, is if what they are paying for, is ‘paying off.’ All I had to do was send out letters with a bunch of mumbo-jumbo, along with charts and graphs that they couldn’t even begin to comprehend, and everything was fine. And when I requested more funds, they began siphoning it from other projects in the facility. A number of them were even shut down. But they were of no concern to me, for we knew ours was a noble effort.”
“And so you moved into this bunker and that brings us to today,” noted Mam. “Seems pretty straight-forward to me.”
“Oh you would think that, wouldn’t you?” smiled Dourif, before his smile melted into a seething look of rage. “It would have been perfect…except for her.”
“Who’s ‘her?’”
“I…I can’t recall her name, but she was truly a traitor to my cause. I was so wrapped up in the development of Apphenia, that I didn’t realize what she was doing. Apparently, she had siphoned help from several traitors in my midst. They were attempting something…similar, but not to the results that I sought. And then…I learned that she had gotten to them…the elites saw ‘potential’ in what she proposed: a ‘Plan B’ to my Apphenia! Before I knew it, my funding was being siphoned, I had requests to work with her, to share my knowledge. It was insulting! I asked politely for her to give up her hopeless project, but she refused. Then I threatened, and of all things, I was reported for raising my v-FOR RAISING MY VOICE!! And so, there was only one thing to do…if she held her own ridiculous project in such high esteem…surely, she would be willing to perish with it.”
Mam’s heart was beating faster. “You-you-“
“I gave her every chance,” sighed Dourif. “She was jeopardizing my Apphenia...what happened next, she brought on herself. Unfortunately, my colleagues had miscalculated what was necessary, and the facility was leveled, as were many others, their names I do not recall anymore, but I carry a memory of their sacrifice of that day. As far as I knew, my rival and her failed experiment perished, but I and Apphenia survived. At that point, she was still developing in her chamber, but I managed to get her away before emergency personnel arrived. My hope was that those sifting through the wreckage would believe us to have been disintegrated…and when my reviews of news footage turned up no traces of a search for me or my precious, I knew I had succeeded. But I had come to learn a valuable lesson: only I was to be entrusted with the development of Apphenia. I saw the future. It would be a lonely journey, but I would see to it that we would get there...together.”
Jeez, is he long-winded, thought Mam…as he took a breath and continued!
“Fortunately, I had been siphoning off funds from the donors as a nest egg, and found this asteroid. There were plenty of engineers and construction crew desperate for work, and pretty soon, I had concocted this ‘nest’ for our future. When I felt she was ready, I let her out. She roamed here within the darkness of the caverns. Naturally, any chance for her to escape was sealed off. I cared for her, fed her, and taught her myself. But alas, it seemed that genetically, she would be unable to properly develop as I had dreamed. Her horn failed to fully materialize, let alone possess magic, and I tried so hard to assist in the development of her wings. Alas, my attempts to help her resulted in her tearing off one of my legs. After that, I respected her wishes. But in light of that, I came to still love my daughter, as deformed as she was. Her visual acuity in the dark grew, and she soon developed an ability to clamber about the surfaces down here. I tweaked her musculature ever so slightly, and soon she could scuttle with frightening speed. And soon, she ‘came of age.’ Naturally, I who had been her father, was more than willing to be her mate.”
Mam shuddered at the thought of such a gross thing.
“But alas,” continued the mad doctor, “she spurned my advances. I begged, pleaded, reminded her of the sacrifices I had made to secure her birth, but alas, it was not to be. And so, I kept watch over her, and soon she began to lay her eggs. Deep in the caverns, I would hear her cry out in heartache, longing for a proper mate who would please her, and be virile enough to bring forth the new race I dreamed to see. And then, word spread about the coming of age of Prince Plenn Te of the Turgid Kingdom. While he was definitely more virile than my own self, I saw potential. The youthful stamina, enhanced beyond measure, would make him an ideal mate for my Apphenia. Tell me, didn’t it nearly make you weak in the knees yourself, vixen?”
“…what are you talking about?” asked Mam.
“Oh come now, surely you saw for yourself when you were close to him.”
“Saw what?”
At this, Dourif smacked his forehead in frustration.
“Namuras, show us the video feeds.”
Mam watched as a bank of monitors next to her lit up. Nightvision showed various areas of the caverns, including what she took as the large blue wall.
“What is that thing?” she asked. “Some kind of cavern-worm?”
At this, Dourif let out a loud laugh.
“Look closer,” he smirked.
Mam eyed the various monitors, and as her brain put the pieces together, a look of shock and horror fell across her face.
“Th-that’s Plenn’s Penis!” she cried out.
“Indeed it is,” smiled Dourif. “I must say, I am surprised the excretion of pheremones his body has been giving off once we started his injections, didn’t clue you in sooner.”
“Wh-how-why-“ gasped out Mam, “What have you done to him!?”
“Calm yourself, vixen,” said Dourif. “I am willing to continue my story, but lower your voice, or I’ll have Namuras sedate you.”
Mam slowed her breathing and quieted down, glancing from the monitors, to Dourif.
“Now, to answer your question. My research had shown the Turgid Kingdom was known for its virile males, and word was that the Emperor’s daughter wished to partake in the prince's precious bodily fluids. But truly, why waste such delicacies on a spoiled brat, when they could be used for a much more, nobler purpose? And thus, I put a plan in place, to get him here. I daresay your meddling resulted in a delay of my Apphenia meeting her prince.”
“You’re welcome,” smirked Mam.
“That was not a compliment,” growled Dourif, before continuing. "All it took was a few slip-ups by the young stud, and soon, my associates had captured and brought him here. Fortunately, we’ve kept him well-sedated for much of his journey, but upon bringing him down here, it was time for him to grow beyond the norms of ponydom. That was when Namuras and I unleashed-“
“What about the stupid twerp and his Gamepony?” interjected Mam.
“He’s just some kid Namuras’ girlfriend had,” sighed Dourif. “He’s not important to this thing.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Anyways, as I was saying, that was when Namuras and I unleashed an incredibly potent cocktail of virile enhancement. Gallons of it were utilized, and soon, the prince’s ‘jewels’ were expanding and swelling to immense size! There were even special injections to increase the release of pheromones, and I saw my Apphenia hover around him, in a way I knew as a sign that she approved of the mate I had provided for her. We even fashioned a special cover for his tip to keep him from leaking. As it stands now, I daresay we’re about ready for blast-off, right Namuras?”
“Seems like it,” said the assistant, “his heart rate is at an optimum level, and he’s so full he’s fit to burst at any time.”
“B-but how will he fit?” asked Mam.
At this, Namuras changed the cameras, to show numerous chambers inside the asteroid, and the screen showed numerous eggs in an assortment of clusters.
“Her physiology may seem similar on the outside,” said Dourif, “but she will not carry offspring like you. What you see on the monitors, is the culmination of over 9 years of laying. Hundreds of eggs lie merely tens of hundreds of yards from where the head of his highness’ penis resides. When he ejaculates, a torrent of semen will flood these chambers, covering and nurturing these eggs. And thanks to my genetic work, their development will start immediately, until within the first hour, a new race will be born, one that I shall let loose upon this galaxy. And what’s more, each of them carries the genetic ability to reproduce asexually. They’ll keep multiplying, until they eventually take over the galaxy, a hoard so powerful and potently unstoppable, that not even the Emperor himself will be able to stop them! The power of the alicorns, brought about in a new era, as the old ways fall aside, and my genius, will live forever!!”
The room went silent as Dourif breathed heavily, before smiling down at the strapped-in Mam.
“And you will have a front row seat,” he smiled. “Don’t you feel privileged?”
“…no,” Mam replied, her eyes narrowed.
“…no?” asked Dourif, looking incredulously at her.
“No, because this isn’t a miracle, this is all the lunacy of a stallion gone mad. You’ve engineered the extinction of ponydom, created an abomination, and have turned my Plenn into little more than a toy for your pet. I demand that in the name of-“
“No!” cried out Dourif, as he suddenly rushed towards Mam, and began hitting her violently. “No-no-no-no-no-no-SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP-“
Mam was unable to shield herself, and tried to endure the pain of the mad-stallion’s pummeling, until Namuras pulled him off!
Dourif began to attack his assistant, before he turned and rushed to the doorway of the lab. He his hands gripped the sides of the doorframe tightly, as he tried to control his breathing. Eventually, his breathing returned to normal. He turned to look at the ranger who was whimpering quietly, before he eyed his assistant.
“Get her off of that table, and bring her outside. It’s time my Apphenia met her children’s first meal.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
Author's Note
Wow...if you think this was long, you should have seen the 1000+ words that were cut and pushed into Episode IX! Chrome_Shield helped convince me to carry some information over to the next chapter and find a stopping point with what we have here, and it probably was for the best.
Dr Dourif (does anyone know where that is in reference to?) I had the most fun with, writing the rantings of a scientifically-unbalanced madman (I was somewhat inspired by a long monologue from the villain in the last 3/4 of the film, The Robot vs the Aztec Mummy ), who seems to be commonplace in most B-movie science fiction stories or films.
I also had a ball with the character of Nutobh. He's based on a fan-fave character whose fanfic and fanart shenanigans just irritate the **** out of me, so I was glad to get some of my issues with him out of my system in this one.
The craziest thing I worried about, was how to get Mam inside the bunker. I swear it took a few days of just twisting the problem around in my head, and then it worked itself out!
I did wonder how this chapter was going to go. They all are intimidating, and I did wonder if the doctor's rantings would make sense, without getting too deep into detail. In my mind, I had a general idea of what he was doing, but when one starts typing, it's a question if this fictional mumbo-jumbo will actually make sense to others.
For the next chapter, I'm not sure how long it may get. I do know it will be at least 5000 words, but it could end up as long as this one. As to what is in store...let's just say I'm mentally regrouping, so I can tell a proper episode that I can feel just as blown away by as this one.
Mam Marella and the Plenn Te Affair
Episode IX - Encounters in the Dark
The restraint cuffs from the examination table were still around Mam’s ankles and wrists, with electrical arcs keeping them close together, to keep her from escaping. Namuras held her right arm firmly in his grasp, as Dourif walked out in the lead, flashing a light at the massive blue wall of penis that belonged to Plenn. The huge organ towered over them, gurgling and throbbing like a massive organism.
“Soon,” Dourif said under his breath.
“PLENN!!” called out Mam, before Namuras covered her mouth.
“I’d refrain from speaking to him,” said Dourif, pensively.
Mam quietly glowered at the doctor as he walked over to her, casting the light under his face, creating eerie shadows.
“As you heard me say, he sometimes calls out your name. I daresay, there might be something there that if you were to speak to him...well, you might trigger a reaction, and then…I’m sure not even the cover on his tip could hold back what he’s got in store.”
Namuras removed his hand from Mam’s mouth, and she just looked at Dourif with daggers in her eyes.
“When I get out of this,” she growled, “you’re going to wish you never-“
“Blah-blah-blah-blah,” he smirked, before flicking her nose. “When somepony eventually finds this place, there’s going to be very little left for anypony to identify who you once were. Oh, but where are my manners? I think it’s time you and my child were formally introduced.”
As Mam watched, Dourif made a clicking sound in his throat. A few moments later, there was a clicking response, and soon, the light from the open doorway of the lab, glinted faintly off the dark, tall, yet voluptuous figure of Appehnia, keeping a distance from the bright lights of the room.
“That’s right, darling,” smiled Dourif. “Come to Daddy. I want you to meet somepony.”
As Mam watched, Apphenia stepped forward and became further illuminated, with the creature holding her left claw up to shield her eyes from the nearby light of the lab. However, shadowed by her arm, Mam saw the piercing yellow eyes that made her a little weak in the knees. With each step Apphenia made, her enormous breasts jiggled, the light shining off the nubs of her nipples that Mam could swear were a deep purple. The figure also appeared to have a mane of the same color, but it seemed to be patchy in places, as if her hair was falling out.
Soon enough, the towering figure stood before Mam. Moments later, she was kneeling down, making direct eye contact with the space ranger, as even the curves of her dark chest pressed against Mam's own mammaries.
“Ssssoo,” hissed a voice that seemed husky, yet feminine, “You, are the one who gave my father trouble…and delayed the delivery of my prince.”
“H-he’s not your prince,” grimaced Mam. “He doesn’t love-“
Suddenly, Apphenia’s mouth opened wider, and from its depths came a sound that made Mam freeze. It was like a wailing from a lost soul, that seemed to echo off the cavern walls, before subsiding as if it had escaped into the deep recesses of the darkness.
“I think she knows who the alpha is down here,” smiled Dourif. "Now why don't you give her a nice going-over? I'm sure your children, will find her a delicious first meal.”
At these words, Apphenia drew herself up to her full height, and began to circle around Mam, causing Dourif and Namuras to back off. The huge creature was acutely eyeing its prey, the black hands extending out claw-like nails, that poked and prodded at the trembling white pony. A few times, her muzzle came in close, and sniffed at various areas of Mam’s physique (causing the naked pony to blush heavily).
Once she had finished, Apphenia looked to her father.
“Remove her shackles,” she smiled, licking her lips.
“Of course,” smiled Dourif, and nudged his assistant.
Namuras stepped forward, and using a wrist device, the shackles' electrical arcs ceased, and they popped open, freeing the ranger.
Mam stood in place, unsure what to do. Judging by the size of Apphenia, let alone the sharpness of her claws, she knew that the creature could very well take a quick slash at her exposed vital areas, and she’d be dead in a matter of seconds.
“Mmm,” Apphenia smiled, as she strutted over towards Dourif. “Thank you...Daddy. Yes, I shall deal with her soon.”
“As well you will,” smiled Dourif like a proud father. “As well you-“
Suddenly, Apphenia’s mouth opened wide and a thick strand of green webbing began to shoot out of it! The force of the expulsion was so strong, it knocked Dourif back 25 feet, where he slammed into a wall! Namuras screamed and ducked as Apphenia kept walking towards the pinned figure, webbing still coming from her maw, until soon, the scientist was fully encased in the stuff!
It was then that she turned to look at Namuras.
The assistant looked around wide-eyed. He scrambled towards the lab, before Apphenia slid into view and blocked his way. Terrified, he yelled and began to run off into the darkness of the nearest tunnel, where Plenn’s enormous penis disappeared into.
“No!” Mam cried out. “Come back!”
But it was too late. He could no longer be seen, and moments later, Mam watched as Apphenia sprinted for a nearby wall, and skittered across its surface, and off into the dark after the frightened assistant!
Mam was at a loss for what to do. She glanced to the engorged phallus of the prince, the lit doorway of the lab, and the scientist webbed to the wall.
Blast it, she thought to herself, as she sprinted over to Dourif, and then started trying to pull the webbing off. She heard him trying to say something, but the webbing had him too muffled to be understood. Mam soon realized that she could do nothing. The webbing had started to harden, and she found herself almost tearing the skin from her hands off, as the stickiness almost held her in place.
Suddenly, she heard a blood-curdling cry from off in the darkness!
“No!” came Namuras’ voice. “No, no-please, don-“
It was then that his voice ceased, and moments later, Mam heard the familiar skittering of Apphenia, coming at a terrifying speed!
Seeing the light from the lab, Mam hurried towards it, her breasts bouncing against her thighs. Suddenly, a dark figure dropped down in front of the doorway, blocking her path.
Mam screamed and held up her arms, a futile gesture, but it was all she could do to protect herself.
“P-p-please,” she begged, “I-I don’t want to-“
“Go,” came the hissed words from Apphenia.
Mam pulled her arms down, and looked up into Apphenia’s face, dark liquid causing certain areas around her mouth to glisten.
“W-what?” asked Mam.
“Go,” repeated Apphenia, as she stretched out an arm, pointing towards the doorway leading out into the metal hallway where the lazy assistant Nutobh and his truck were. “Leave now…and never come back.”
“B-but my uniform. It’s in-“
Suddenly, Apphenia lowered her upper torso, her chest smooshing against the ground, and her face mere inches from Mams as she hissed loudly, before bellowing: “LEEEEAAAAVVVEEEE NNNOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!”
Mam suddenly found herself sprinting towards the doorway like a frightened deer! She was nearly there, when she slowed down. She heard Apphenia skittering towards Plenn behind her. Looking up to her right, she could see some of the massive phallus catching the light from the lab doorway. Slowly, Mam took a deep breath.
“I can’t leave him!” she called back.
At this declaration, the skittering stopped.
“What?” asked Apphenia.
“The prince,” said Mam, turning around to face the darkness. “I’m not leaving without him.”
Suddenly, a bone-chilling laugh emenated from the darkness above.
“And just how will you get him out of here?” came the sinister voice. “The only way he can leave, is to expel his seed, and give life to my brood.”
“I’ll…find a way,” said Mam.
“I sensed something…special about you,” continued Apphenia. “I am giving you this chance to leave. Forget the prince, and go. This is your last warning."
There was a beat, and then Mam responded.
“Never,” she said. “I know...I can never have him, but I swear, as long as I am breathing, you will never claim him, or what is inside of him.”
“…is that so?” asked Apphenia.
“It is so,” nodded Mam into the darkness.
“Very well, Mam Marella,” said Apphenia, dropping from the ceiling, and landing on the ground before the naked ranger, in a cloud of dust. “Then you have chosen...death!”
Mam knew there was only one place to go. As the fearsome creation lunged towards her, she took off towards the lit doorway of the lab! Apphenia quickly realized what was going on, and hit the ground in a tuck-and-roll, her huge breasts brushing against the ground as she righted herself and gave chase!
Her legs were longer than Mam’s, but the space ranger attempted a serpentine pattern, that seemed to confuse the tall creature.
With a flying leap, Mam passed into the chamber and pushed the emergency close button next to her as she rushed across the room to the metal box containing her gear!
As she pulled out a pistol, she turned just in time to see the half-closed door, and Apphenia slam between it and the frame!
As Apphenia struggled to push against the closing door, Mam fired off several shots, one that made contact with Apphenia's right breast, causing the creature to yelp and pull back as the door fully closed.
This wasn’t the end of it, as Mam could hear her foe’s long nails scratching against the metal, and the pounding of the 10-foot creature against the door, its surface shuddering with each hit!
Mam pulled her uniform's collar piece out of the box, shoved it against her neck, and pushed the Panic Button on it. Soon, her suit pieces levitated out of the box, and formed around her body, before the fit-mesh materialized around certain curvaceous areas. Once done, she shifted around to make sure everything fit properly.
Checking her pistols, she decided to play it safe. She set one to full-blast (a feature that would exhaust the full energy amount in one shot), set the safety, and holstered it on her left side.
Next, she set her other pistol to a milder setting, and began to blast away at every locked door in the room!
As the pounding on the main door kept increasing, Mam looked for anything that might help her in the areas she had blasted open. She found numerous medical items, but not a single large blaster, or tranquilizer pistol.
In one area, she found a box containing something of use: a nightvision visor that she quickly put on.
Next, she headed over to the entryway, and crouched down by the main door mechanism. Taking aim overhead, she began to blast out the overhead lighting, soon plunging the room into darkness.
Pressing the side of the visor, the room lit-up in green hues. Mam took a few deep breaths, and then keyed in the access code to the main door.
As the pounding on the door ceased, she kept aim at the opening. However, seconds later the doorway was clear, but there was no sound from outside.
Slowly, Mam got to her feet, and peered around the edge.
Plenn’s huge penis glowed green in the darkness, as she glanced around as best as she could. Carefully, she made her way out, chest-first, then her body.
She wasn’t more than five steps out of the door when Apphenia dropped from above, slamming Mam to the ground, her chest taking the force of the impact, and causing her to cough!
“Cheater!” hissed Apphenia, as she began to claw at Mam's back. “No fair wearing your suit!”
“I…didn’t know…there were rules!” cried out Mam, shooting upwards behind her.
The move was enough for Apphenia to leap away, and Mam worked to quickly get to her feet, her hair bouncing about as she scanned around and stood before her foe.
As she took aim, Mam watched as Apphenia took a leap, and was soon standing along the nearby wall.
“My advantage,” she sneered, as Mam fired off a series of shots.
They all missed as the creature ran along the walls.
“Two can play at that game,” called out Mam, and engaged the anti-gravity pads on her suit, before leaping onto the wall and giving chase.
Apphenia led her around the room, up-and-down the walls, and in some cases, taking large leaps that Mam was unable to make. At several points, Apphenia turned back and shot webbing from her mouth. On each occasion, Mam was able to avoid the attack.
As they neared Plenn’s massive penis, Mam watched as Apphenia leaped down and landed on the top of the large phallus.
“Go ahead,” hissed the statuesque creature, crouching down, and rubbing the area below her with the underside of her breasts, “shoot…or are you afraid you’ll…hurt him?”
Mam didn’t respond, as she felt a slight tremor go through the room. She watched as Apphenia returned to her full height, and strutted along the appendage towards where Plenn sat. Mam could see he was still blindfolded, but had been fitted with what looked like earphones to block out sound.
“Don’t you touch him!” warned Mam.
“The prince is my mate,” smiled Apphenia. “I can do whatever I want.”
And with that, she whipped off the earphones, and began quietly whispering something into his ear.
Moments later, the room began to shake, the terrifying signal that whatever Apphenia was telling Plenn, was in danger of setting him off!
I have to stop her, thought Mam, but I don’t want to risk hurting him.
As her eyes trailed off towards the huge penis disappearing into the darkness, Mam had an idea!
She took off running along the walls following the over-swollen cock in her visor. She was almost in awe of how huge Plenn really was, when she reached his covered tip, and around the rumbling chamber she now found herself in, beheld the eerie sight.
The head of Plenn’s penis ended in what had to be the central chamber of the asteroid! Around her, illuminated in green, were tens of thousands of eggs. As the ground seemed to rumble more, Mam rushed towards a cluster near the capped tip.
Realizing her current pistol’s limited power, Mam took a deep breath, began to smash into the eggs with her encased hooves!
Moments later, the unearthly shriek of Apphenia could be heard, and the rumbling of Plenn’s imminent ejaculation subsided.
Mam just continued to smash and destroy any egg in sight, before a deep, blood-curdling cry of “STOP ” came from behind her!
She turned to see Apphenia drop to the ground and stalk towards her.
“Get, away, from MY CHILDREN!!! ” seethed the creature.
“Once you promise to stay away from Plenn, FOREVER!!! ” cried out Mam, her voice echoing off the walls.
“I will never-“ screeched Apphenia, before she cried out again as Mam continued to smash more eggs!
Moments later, Mam was shocked as Apphenia launched herself at the space ranger, the impact sending them 40 feet across the room!
Mam struggled to get up from being pinned by the enormous chest of her foe, as she tried to keep the long muscular arms and hands from clawing at her face!
“YOU WILL DIE FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!! ” cried out Apphenia. “I will devour your heart myse-“
Suddenly, the black figure’s body tensed up, and she grew silent! As Mam watched, the large creature rolled off and onto the ground next to her, before shaking, and breathing heavily!
What is going on, thought Mam, as she saw Apphenia’s smooshed chest and hunched over body through her visor.
Suddenly, there came a sound that Mam could not describe, that seemed to be coming from an area on Apphenia’s back.
Through the visor, Mam almost gagged when something suddenly tore its way through the flesh of the creature’s back, causing Apphenia to cry out! Moments later, the bony-looking protrusion seemed to extend, until Mam realized she was looking at the growth and forming of a wing!
Minutes later, the process repeated as the second one tore out on the other side of Apphenia's back!
Mam quickly scrambled away, but the noise quickly caught the attention of the still-pained, but alert Apphenia.
She lunged at Mam, but her wings were like those of a newborn creature, and she nearly face-planted onto the ground!
Then, as Mam watched, Apphenia glared at her, the yellow eyes in her visor seeming to glow to a bright green, before they rolled up into her head, and she collapsed!
Mam wasn’t sure what had just happened. Carefully, she leaned in closer to the figure, and gave Apphenia a poke with her pistol.
A moment later, Mam jumped as one of the wings stiffened, and then fell limp.
She then holstered her left pistol, and then took off in a chest-bouncing rush, following Plenn’s penis back to the entry point into the tunnels.
Taking a leap up the wall, she landed atop his enormous cock, and gingerly made her way towards him. She quickly removed the blindfold from his eyes, and gave his shoulders a shake.
“Plenn,” she whispered, “It’s Mam.”
There was a hesitation from him, before his eyes slowly opened. They didn’t seem to be properly focused on her, but she saw a smile spread across his lips.
“Maaaaammmmm,” he drooled, and his cock began to tremble!
“No-no-no-no-no!” she cried out. “Control yourself!”
And suddenly, the trembling ceased.
That was...too easy, she thought to herself.
“Good,” she whispered. “Now, I need you to…be a good little prince, and control yourself. Do not…’let yourself go,’ until I say so, al-“
Suddenly, there was a faint sound from behind her, that grew in volume!
Before Mam could fully turn around, the sound was upon her, and two clawed hands sank into her upper arms, and she cried out in pain!
With a loud shriek, Apphenia pulled Mam away from Plenn, and the ranger felt herself dangling high above the cavern floor below!
Suddenly, a wall loomed in front of her! Mam screamed and held up her arms, as Apphenia began to drag her across the rough surface! The contact made parts of her suit spark against the rocky surface, as she was dragged across it. However, she began to feel uncomfortable pain in parts of her chest, and realized the fit-mesh paneling’s integrity was being stripped away, the material not as solid as the rest of the suit!
Mam screamed as Apphenia’s painful grip let go, and the ranger found herself falling towards the ground! As her chest’s weight began to pull her breasts down, she suddenly felt those painful claws sink into her encased hooves. Apphenia had caught her mid-fall, and was now dragging her through the air, and moments later her chest was dragging along the ground!
Mam tried to grasp at anything along the ground, but she was too high off of it. The pain was increasing in parts of her chest as more of the fit-mesh was ripped apart.
Just when Mam wondered when the pain would end, she suddenly felt the strong arms of the creature send her flying towards a nearby wall!
However, the angle of the toss proved deadly, as Mam’s body flipped and the back of her body and head hit hard, before she crumpled to the ground, 10 ft below!
Her vision through the green-tinted visor was doubled, and it felt like the back of her head was on fire.
As tried to get up, there was a sudden impact as before her, Apphenia landed hard, her eyes looking more terrifying and demonic than before!
She then let out a loud shriek, and Mam took note that her clawed fingers appeared to have grown even longer and sharper!
A split-second later, Apphenia began to claw into the ranger! Mam screamed out as she could feel the piercing claws slicing into parts of the fit-mesh top. The claws hacked away at her suit as well, actually carving into the material that was considered top-notch protection by the corp!
“STOP!!!” Mam cried out in pain. “FOR THE LOVE OF CELESTIA, STAAHHHPPP!!!”
But the cry was met by the same blood-curdling scream from Apphenia, who suddenly, grabbed Mam’s neck with her right hand, the claws sinking in as the 10-foot monstrosity lifted the ranger up, and slammed her into the wall!
The world went black as the force of the impact caused the visor to break.
Apphenia then proceeded to repeat this torturous pummeling several times, the visor eventually falling from Mam’s eyes, leaving the only light being the swirling movement of the angered Apphenia's eyes, as she continued attacking Mam in the darkness!
I’m going to die, thought Mam. I’m going to die here, in the darkness. Only the light of those eyes-
Suddenly, a spark of an idea forced it’s way into her mind, and as she was slammed into the wall again, she reached for the pistol in her left holster. She held it to the side of her head, and shot up into the ceiling.
In those flashes of laser fire, she saw Apphenia’s body, her massive chest smooshed against hers. Mam fired off several more shots, forcing herself to focus on part of the massive black chest, when the creature knocked the blaster from her hand!
“Time to dieeeeee,” hissed Apphenia, before she suddenly took a deep breath, and spewed forth webbing from her maw!
Mam held her breath, and reached for her right pistol. Holding the image of Apphenia’s chest in her mind, she blindly drew the weapon, pressed it into a soft surface, and pulled the trigger.
The cavern lit up as the full-charge of the right pistol went off, right in the vicinity of Apphenia’s heart! The force of the discharge slammed Mam into the wall, and she once again crumpled to the cavern floor!
Mam strained her ears (which were ringing from the sounds of the blast). She didn’t hear Apphenia any longer, but a long moan from Plenn was all she needed to know that he was at least still alive, and that whatever had discharged, hopefully hadn't hurt him.
Painfully, she tore at the webbing at her face. It hadn’t hardened yet, and she was able to get most of it off, though her fingers stung from the sticky material. Gingerly, she reached for her wrist communicator switch.
“Ynez…Ynez, do you copy?” she moaned.
“Oh thank Celestia,” came a garbled reply, “I was so worried. I called the corp, but they wouldn’t be hurried.”
“Well…they should now,” gasped Mam. “I’m turning on my homing beacon. Tell them, to follow it…and they’ll find Prince Plenn Te, and me. Tell them also, they may need some doctors, and scientists…he’s…grown. Also…have them bring my ship.”
Ynez asked for more information, but by then, Mam's eyes had closed, and she had fallen to the ground.
Once Ynez had alerted the corp to Mam and Plenn’s location, numerous rangers and a number of their higher-ups headed to asteroid Andro-48.
Dozens of ranger ships were set up around the asteroid field, determined to prevent any other possible kidnappings, or political incidents.
Andro-48 was probably the most populated it had ever been (or would ever be) in its lifetime. Dozens of ships had landed on its surface, and hundreds of rangers filed onto the elevator in Dr Dourif's bunker, and made their way to Mam’s location.
Of course, they had to deal with Nutobh, who was found sitting in his truck, playing his Gamepony as if nothing exciting was happening. Naturally, the view of hundreds of space rangers tromping down the corridor made him take notice!
The head ranger first assumed Nutobh was a sentry, but he just demanded to be left alone with his Gamepony. The rangers left the whiny loser alone, and forced open the cavern doors.
Upon inspection (and the sight of what had become of the prince), the doctors and scientists that had been requested were quickly brought down into the cavern, along with a cadre of medical equipment, and portable lights to illuminate the darkness.
Before long, a group of doctors and scientists were examining the enlarged prince, while another group of doctors had taken Mam into the exam room to be examined.
“Ranger BE-113,” came a voice out of the darkness. “Can you hear me?”
“Y-yes,” she said, her eyes opening to see herself surrounded by several doctors, nurses, and the familiar face of her supervisor, causing her to salute, and wince from the pain in her arm!
“At ease, ranger,” he replied. “I thought I told you to take care of yourself.”
Mam couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.
“I…couldn’t let this one go,” she said. “No offense sir, but I knew the corp wouldn’t be able to find his highness quickly.”
The supervisor said nothing, but gave the smallest of nods.
“Between you and me, Ranger,” he said leaning in closer, “I’m very grateful for your services. I’ll have you know that several of our legal council have requested I dismiss you from the corp entirely…but given what you’ve accomplished, I’m gonna tell them where they can stick their dismissal.”
“And what of the Emperor and Plenn’s father?” she asked.
“Once we had confirmation that he was medically sound, we contacted them immediately. And in case you’re wondering, I told them both that you had tracked him down.”
This admission gave Mam a little charge. She had expected the corp to be given sole credit.
“What about Apphenia?” she asked.
“Who?” responded her supervisor.
“There was some…thing that the doctor who enlarged Plenn had created. She killed his assistant and webbed him to the wall.”
“We did find some unconfirmed remains radiating out from where you were found,” he replied. “We also found a dead body down the way, and I’m afraid the doctor suffocated to death from the webbing.”
“And the eggs?”
“Our first inclination was to destroy them, but some of my higher-ups are-“
“You have to destroy all of them!” demanded Mam. “It’s important that you-“
“settle down, ma’am,” said a nurse, coming up and laying a hand on Mam’s arm.
“We’ll worry about that later,” replied the supervisor. “Right now, we are prepping for Plenn’s delivery to the Emperor’s daughter. Now that he's been confirmed found, as expected, they want to get him out of here as soon as possible."
"You need to make sure all the eggs are removed first," said Mam, a note of tension still in her voice. "There can't be a single one left in these caverns when he's finally allowed to cum."
“I’m afraid there’s no time for him to be drained. There would already be a tremendous strain on his...genitals, once he ejaculated. And there are no guarantees if he'd be fully able to perform for Zircon to the best of his abilities, let alone the condition of his genitalia might be called into question if it looks damaged in any way."
“But…look how big he is,” said Mam, pointing towards the open doorway. “How are you going to get him out of here, and to the Emperor's daughter at that size?"
"We've figured out a solution to that."
"...what is it? What's going to happen to m-to his highness?"
Several minutes later, Mam and her supervisor returned to the cavern where Plenn sat astride his massive, 40-foot penis. Mam watched as several Rangers brought forth a box, with a Matter Compactor Ring inside.
“I still say this is a bad idea,” she said to the supervisor.
“Ranger BE-113,” he sighed, “this has to be done in order to expedite the conclusion of this transport, and finish this mission. Need I remind you that your opinion has no bearing on what happens next?”
“…no.”
“Fine. Ranger TK-421, you may-“
“Wait,” interrupted Mam. “Can I, talk to him first?”
“…you have five minutes."
Mam then ascended a ladder leaning against the Prince’s appendage, and was soon seated across from Plenn. She could see that he now seemed more alert.
"So...How are you feeling?” she asked.
“Pretty full," he replied, moving around a bit. "They’re not going to let me explode, are they?”
“Oh no, you are way too valuable for the corp to allow that to happen. You would not believe what was going on with the corp and the Emperor when you were taken.”
"What?"
"We don't have much time now. I'll tell you...another time."
“So, once they clear the cavern of those eggs, I can let all of this out, return to normal size, and you can take me to see Zircon.”
“Y-y-yes, and…no,” replied Mam.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, after you were abducted, your father, the Emperor, and the Corp CEO suspended me.”
“What, really? But you rescued me.”
“I did that on my own. I came to find you…because…oh, it’s not important now.”
“Of course it’s important,” he said, taking her hands, “you came even though they told you not to. That means you must-“
“Plenn, please!” she said, pulling her hands away. “Too much time has been wasted. The…ejaculation of your seed will take too much time to, clean you out. I don't even think they've cleared out all the eggs."
“So, what will happen?”
“At the agreement of the Corp CEO, the Emperor, and your father, you are to be ‘reduced,’ until your equipment is of proper size for Zircon."
“What!?” cried out Plenn, looking down, and seeing a ranger with the Matter Compactor Ring, standing by one of the ladders. “No, no-no-no I don’t want to be reduced. Mam, Mam please-“
“Plenn,” she said, taking his hands. “There’s nothing I can do. They have promised that after you fill Zircon, you will be returned to normal size.”
“But, I-I-I’ve heard stories about those things malfunctioning,” he stammered. “Like one time, a Zenghpolatt was shrunk, and it just kept shrinking until it disappeared.”
“Plenn,” she said, seeing the fear in his eyes. “It’s only temporary. It’s going to be okay.”
“Ranger Mammarella,” came the supervisor’s voice, “your time is up.”
“Give me, one more minute!” she shouted out, her voice echoing through the cavern.
With the remaining time, she leaned forward, her chest enveloping Plenn, burying him in a hug. Suddenly, the ground began to shake.
“He is approaching ejaculation!” came the voice of a medic monitoring Plenn’s penis.
“STOP WHATEVER YOU’RE DOING UP THERE AT ONCE!!!” bellowed the supervisor.
“OKAY-OKAY!!” she yelled, backing up and looking at Plenn. “You’re going to be okay. I'm not making anything on this, but, my supervisor has allowed me to fly you to the Emperor, and then back to your kingdom, and when I get you back to your kingdom, I’ll tell you what became of my guardian, okay?”
“…okay,” he replied. "And, I'll...I'll find a way to pay you back for what you've done."
Mam just gave him a polite smile, and then carefully descended back to the ground on one ladder, as the ranger with the Matter Compactor Ring went up another.
As Mam and the others watched, the ranger carefully fit the ring around Plenn’s waist, and then came back down. Once he was on the ground, rangers removed the ladders leaning against his penis.
“Ring is secure,” said the ranger, saluting the supervisor.
“As you were,” he replied, before turning to a Medic. “Proceed.”
The Medic was holding a control, and pushed a button on it.
As everyone watched, A blue glow emitted from the ring, creeping over Plenn’s body, until he was fully glowing.
The medic then turned the dial, and as everypony watched, the Prince began to shrink in size. Smaller, and smaller, and smaller, until where once sat a full size stallion on a 40-foot penis, there now was a 4-inch stallion, astride a 2-foot penis.
As she looked down at the little prince, there was a look of unease and a little sadness on Mam’s face.
Once the medic had locked in the size control parameters, one ranger carefully picked up the prince, secured a smaller covering over the head of his penis, and placed him in a padded, metal box with small windows on the side, before sealing the lid.
“He’s not a pet,” said Mam, turning to the supervisor.
“This is for his protection,” replied the supervisor. “And a necessary safeguard, given we are still under a deadline. Now come along. We’ve wasted enough time already.”
And soon, Mam was back at her ships controls, while around her, dozens of ranger corp craft escorted her ship through hyperspace.
Behind her in the passenger seat, sat her supervisor. On his lap, sat the box that held Plenn, while several dozen armed rangers surrounded them.
As a buzzer sounded on the control panel, Mam brought her ship out of hyperspace, and the Emperor’s home planet came into view.
“We have you and your ships on our screens,” came a voice over the intercom, “identify.”
“This is Ranger BE-113 of the Space Ranger Corp,” responded Mam. "We are transporting valuable cargo for Princess Zircon, and are requesting immediate landing authori-“
“Granted,” came a prompt response. “You were expected. Dock your craft on the central pad. The rest of your escort craft may remain in orbit."
And with that, Mam’s ship descended towards the Emperor’s palace.
As the clouds parted, Mam saw majestic mountains, stretching up and disappearing into the clouds. At the base of one, was the Emperors palace, its walls revealing a tall castle structure of stone and curved roof tiles, nestled in lush greenery and multi-colored blossoms.
As the ship touched down on the platform, the main doorway opened, and a contingency of Imperial guards appeared.
“Can I bring him to…to Zircon?” Mam asked, turning to her supervisor.
“I will carry out the task,” replied the supervisor, holding the box. “Once the prince has completed his…duties, he will be returned to normal size. You will then return him directly to his father. No detours, no stops. Is that clear, Ranger BE-113?”
“…crystal,” she said.
"You may also alert the escort that their services are no longer required. They may return to active service."
Mam saluted, and watched as the stallion carried the box out of the ship, followed by the armed rangers.
Once they were out of sight, Mam watched through the front windows of her ship, as the guards followed her supervisor, with an escort of Imperial guards on either side.
A long red carpet led up an expansive series of steps, and through massive wooden doors, leading into the main stronghold of the castle.
Mam did as she was instructed, and moments later, she could see small glimmers of craft high in the sky, streaking away from over the planet, and back to whatever ungrateful elites would require their services.
She tried to relax, but as time carried on, Mam soon stepped outside of the ship, and breathed in the air. There was a mixture of sweetness and spice on the wind, a fragrance she had never smelled before.
She paced around outside the ship for awhile, before deciding to change out of her uniform.
As she turned towards the ship, she suddenly heard a rumbling sound. It took her a split-second to realize it was coming from the Emperor’s castle.
There was another sound, that was growing louder. Mam wasn’t sure, but it sounded like a pony…screaming.
Suddenly, she saw a number of Imperial Guards scramble across the battlements, some rushing inside the nearest entry points, others glancing about, unsure what to do.
Moments later, there was a loud, piercing cry, and then, the castle’s structure cracked!
Mam stood transfixed at the sight, as a large crack began to split one of the inner castle walls in two! Moments later, she could see a thick, white liquid pouring through the crack. A thick torrent of the liquid dripped down and into the main courtyard, where the high walls hid what was going on.
Mam was unsure just what to do. So, she stood under the shadow of her ship, watching the strange series of events.
Moments later, there was movement at the Palace Gates, as the giant doors parted, and gallons of the white liquid spilled down the steps and out onto the yards.
In the doorway, Mam could make out what seemed to be a naked blue figure, who began to stumble down the steps.
It’s Plenn, she immediately thought, as she took off running.
Even with her breasts bouncing off her knees, she made it to the Prince’s side, and hooked her arm under him.
He appeared to be back to his normal size along with his genitals, which she was quick to note appeared to be quite purple!
“Plenn,” she said. “Plenn, speak to me.”
“All…done…,” he sighed, smiling. “I should…go home.”
“Um, sure,” she said.
At first, Mam tried to help Plenn walk, but realizing he was in danger of collapsing from exhaustion, she hoisted him up on her back, and carried him back to the ship, feeling his limp penis bouncing against her fit-mesh-encased bottom.
The prince had leaked a trail of cum all the way into the ship, but Mam simply sat him down in the passenger chair, and secured the restraining harness over him.
Plenn moaned again, as she moved to the main controls.
“Imperial Tower,” she called to the last frequency, “this is Ranger BE-113. Prince Plenn Te is secure aboard my ship. Request clearance to leave.”
At first, there was no response. Mam repeated the request, until suddenly, the voice of her supervisor was heard.
“Ranger BE-113,” he said with a gruff tone, “leave immediately. Get the prince back to his kingdom!”
“Sir,” she inquired, “should I wait for you and-“
“His mission has been accomplished. Just go!!"
Mam knew better than to argue with that tone, and the ship rumbled to life, and lifted off.
Pretty soon, the chaotic castle scene was behind them, and Mam charted a direct course for the Turgid Kingdom.
Once the course had been set, she placed the craft on auto-pilot, and rushed back to Plenn, who had fallen asleep in the chair.
Mam didn’t want to disturb him, but found herself kneeling next to the chair, watching him sleep. This was the first time she had really seen him since the day he had been taken.
He was snoring loudly, and she could see bits of his hair matted with cum, along with residue from his exertions, all over his body.
Naturally, she had to glance at his crotch. His penis and scrotum were still a rather alarming shade of purple, but Mam assumed it was due to his package having been swollen so prodigiously, and now emptied and back to normal.
I wonder if he’ll ever get that big again, she wondered, giving it a poke.
Surprisingly, the cock bounced, and dribbled some more cum from its slit.
Suddenly, Mam realized the snoring had ceased.
Looking back at the prince’s face, she saw Plenn’s eyes half-open, gazing at her, his mouth half-smiling.
“Hi, Mam,” he whispered.
“H-hi, Plenn,” she replied, blushing a little. “So…how…was it?”
Author's Note
This was another intimidating episode. The original idea for the fight in the caves, was to have it take place in the last episode. Once the word count got so big, it worked out to shove the fight into this episode. I had originally thought the fight would be really long, but realized typing long fight scenes is boring, so tried to make it exciting, but not overdo things.
I've often had a fascination with characters being moved or held against their will, and shrinking Plenn down was something that allowed me to key into this "fetish." I did hold back on getting too graphic regarding it, let alone his POV (the key for the story has almost always been to follow Mam).
In a final revision of this episode, I was surprised to find myself adding over 700 words to soften areas and fix things that I had missed on the first write-through.
On a final note, the ending for this chapter definitely was different from how I had first envisioned it.
Mam Marella and the Plenn Te Affair
Episode X - Special Delivery
4 hours earlier
“WHAT IN THE NAME OF CELESTIA IS THIS!!!?” Shrieked Zircon.
The Emperor’s daughter was clad in a shimmering pink kimono (brighter than her own flesh tone), that showed an overly-generous amount of cleavage. Her silvery, shimmering mane curled down past her shoulders to the small of her back. She had expected to find herself eye-level with the Turgid Kingdom’s Prince Plenn Te. Instead, she found herself peering down into a large ornate box containing a two-foot long penis, a pair of balls the size of apples, and Plenn himself astride them…at a height of only four inches tall!
Being so small (while attached to a sizable package that would make many a stallion jealous!), the prince had covered his ears at her high-pitched exclamation, hoping there was not going to be any lasting damage to his ears.
“It is Prince Plenn Te of the Turgid Kingdom,” exclaimed the supervisory officer of the Ranger Corp. “We have brought him as requested, and we greatly apologize for-“
“Why is he so small!?” interrupted the livid pony princess.
“But just observe your highness, his notable equipment is still sized-“
“What good does that do me when I have to do all the work!?”
“ENOUGH!!” came a voice that echoed off the walls of the royal receiving chamber.
At the sound, Plenn felt his body and the box suddenly drop as the supervisory officer kneeled. Moments later there was the sound of echoing hoofbeats, before a shadow fell over the prince. Looking up, Plenn saw the towering figure of the Emperor looming over him!
As the Emperor held out his hands, the box Plenn was in was placed into them, and the little prince found himself staring up into the stern face of the ruler of the universe. His deeply-tanned skin was lined with age, his blue eyes looking somewhat glassy, and streaks of silver ran through his jet-black mane.
The view shifted again as Plenn felt himself moving, and soon found himself with a view of the underside of the faces of both father and daughter.
“Zircon,” exclaimed the Emperor, his deep voice almost making Plenn’s heart vibrate, “the corp has brought you the prince. As part of my agreement with the Turgid Kingdom, I expect you to take his seed.”
“Is that so?” snapped Zircon. “And just how am I going to do that? He’s the size of a bug!”
“Hey!” called out Plenn, who was a little shocked to hear how tiny his voice sounded. “I’m not that small! And besides, I’m about to burst down here! You have no idea how badly I need to let all this out!”
Zircon stifled a laugh at the sound of his voice, before getting serious again. “What if I say ‘no’ to this whole deal, Father?”
“Then you will answer to Plenn’s father,” the Emperor replied calmly. “And what’s more, there are monetary penalties for breaking such a deal. But I will not be paying them…you will.”
At this ‘threat,’ the silver-haired filly looked like she’d been slapped across the muzzle.
“You wouldn’t dare touch my-“
“I am the Emperor and I Will DO AS I WISH!!!” boomed the ruler’s voice that echoed through the room. “Now…take his highness to your room, and get it over with. This whole affair needs to be finished before the sun sets.”
“But how will he-“
“Oh for-use your hands! His appendage is no different from the toys the servants have found!!”
The princess’ cheeks turned bright red as she glared at her father. and stared down at the little price in his padded box.
“…fine,” she pouted, wrenching the box from her father’s hands, causing Plenn to be jostled about as she clopped off towards her room.
The sound of the bedroom doors slamming shut made Plenn’s ears ring, but he had little time to react when suddenly he was flying through the air!
“Hey!” he cried out, as Zircon dumped him out of the box. Moments later, his body and penis was laying on a soft silken blanket covering Zircon’s enormous royal bed (even if Plenn had been normal-sized, the bed would still be considered enormous!). The princess tossed his box aside and disrobed, quickly revealing that she was not wearing any undergarments. In moments, the little prince bounced in the air as she climbed atop the bed, and was soon towering over him. She sat on her bed for several minutes, knees splayed, staring down at the heir to the Turgid Kingdom, her eyes roving over his body and prominent protuberance, before she let out a huffy sigh.
“This is just ridiculous,” she exclaimed, picking him up by his cock, and holding it in her hands. “The largest cock in the known universe, and I have to use my hands.”
“Hey, I didn’t ask to be this small,” piped up Plenn, dangling off the end. “And you know, you could treat me a little nicer. You don’t know what I’ve been through-“
“Wait, what is that?” asked Zircon, cupping his balls with one hand and turning him around where she noticed some shining metal around his waist. “Is that…a matter compacter ring?”
“Yeah. The corp put it on me to-“
“Why didn’t they tell me!?” she groaned. “I’m gonna take it off-“
“STOP!!!” cried out Plenn.
The urgency in his voice came off as comical at his size, and once again, Zircon laughed at it.
“Listen to me!” he said as loudly as he dared, hoping she wouldn’t laugh. “I need to wear this ring. If you take it off, you could damage it, and if you do that I could get even smaller…and I don’t want to get any smaller so don’t touch it, okay!?”
“Okay, fine,” she huffed…before her eyes perked up seconds later. “I won’t take it off…but you can!”
“What?”
“You’re small enough to shut it off,” she said, a look of smug satisfaction on her muzzle. “So go on, do it and get back to normal size. If you turn it off you won’t damage it, right?”
“No, I don’t think so-“
“Then hurry up and do it!”
“Zircon,” said Plenn, “the corp has me wearing this ring for a reason. What happened was-“
“I don’t have time to listen to stupid stories!” She screeched. “I order you to remove that ring so we can fuck and get this over with! Gah, I never thought I’d want to just get it…over with like this!”
Plenn’s patience was wearing thin as well. He knew the dangers if he removed the ring, but it seemed that Zircon was determined to have her way.
I may as well do as she wishes, he thought, before another thought passed through his mind.
“Alright,” he said. “I’ll do it, but I want to hear two things from you.”
“Fine, what?” she moaned.
“First, I take no responsibility for what happens after this ring comes off-“
“Yeah-yeah-yeah whatever.”
“And second, I want to hear you apologize for what you called Mam Marella.”
“Mama-who?”
“Mam Marella. She’s the ranger who has been trying to get me to you-“
“Well she did a pretty bad job-“
“WILL YOU SHUT UP AND LET ME FINISH!!?”
The outburst received a glare and a chuckle from the princess.
“Several days ago, we spoke and you insulted my protector. I had you sign a contract that you would apologize-“
“Fine-fine-fine, I apologize for what I said to whats-her-name, now can we get on with it?”
Plenn wanted to press further for the apology, but even he was getting tired of this back-and-forth.
“I guess that’s the best I’m gonna get,” he murmured. “Alright. I’m going to need you to put me in. Just let me know when you’re ready, and I’ll turn the ring off.”
“Finally,” said Zircon, her mood brightening as she reached out and grasped the thick cock with both hands, before scooching back to a mass of pillows where she lay down. She then cleaved her massive chest to the sides, and soon, her legs followed suit.
Moments later, Plenn felt the nerve-endings of his overly-engorged penis tingle as its form was shoved slowly into Zircon’s pussy. He wasn’t sure it would fit, but he was surprised as it widened, and he was slowly pushed in, each shifting move accompanied by a drawn-out moan from her highness.
I guess all those toys she had helped, he thought to himself, as inch-by-inch, he felt his phallus further engulfed by her inner-warmth.
He was a little over a foot in when his body jostled to a stop. Suddenly, he was vibrated as Zircon shoved and moaned some more.
“Oh pooh,” she moaned, “I can’t fit anymore inside. Guess I’ll have to make due with what I have for now. Come on, turn that ring off and let’s get down to business.”
“I really need to say this one more time,” chirped Plenn, “Zircon, I take no-“
“JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!!!”
Okay, thought Plenn, wondering just what would happen next, and hoping he wasn’t going to be responsible for the death of the Emperor’s daughter.
Reaching down to the side of the ring, he flipped open a small compartment, that contained three lit buttons. He gulped as he pressed them in order from red, to yellow, and then green.
Moments later, there was the sound of powering down, and then, the locking mechanism on the ring popped open. Plenn quickly shoved it off, and it fell quietly onto the bed, looking like a tiny earring.
Seconds later, Plenn felt a strange sensation pulse through his body, and his view of the princess’ body seemed to be shifting.
“I…I think it’s working!” he called out, partially out of relief that he wasn’t going to shrink into nothingness.
“Good,” replied Zircon, who was moving his penis around. “Soon I can stop doing this manual labor and-whuh?”
As Plenn watched, he could see clearly that his cock was swelling in a way that was causing Zircon’s grip to grow smaller.
“Wh-what’s happening?” she asked, as she felt a growing pressure around her vaginal lips. “Why is your cock growing?”
“I told you. The Corp had to shrink me down because of how they found me.”
“What the Hell does th-“ but Zircon suddenly moaned and almost screamed aloud as she felt her pussy being stretched wider. As she looked down at the ever-expanding prince, her eyes went wide as a bulge began to form in her abdomen , pushing her belly vertically!
At this point, Plenn was unable to say anything more as he watched the next minutes of his astounding growth, and experienced sensations that nopony had probably ever experienced before!
His heartbeat had already been elevated since he had been given the growth injections by Dr Dourif, but as he felt himself getting larger, the beating of his heart began to sound abnormally loud in his ears!
Plenn tried to push past the sound, but as he intended to focus on Zircon, he began to feel light-headed, and her vocal cries seemed to sound as if she were in a long tunnel.
He could feel much of his cock still deep inside of the princess, and watched as the bulge of her stomach grew taller, and wider! Onward and upward rose the fleshy-pink tower, until it suddenly hit the high ceiling, the sensation causing the princess and the still-growing prince to both moan loudly!
Plenn felt a growing pressure as his growing hard-on tried to grow even further. He was afraid his appendage might break when suddenly, there was the sound of splintering wood as the bed frame broke, and he and the princess bounced down closer to the floor.
Moments later, there was a cracking sound overhead, and suddenly, his Zircon-encased phallus burst through the ceiling, raining down plaster and other debris around them!
Larger and larger he grew, until soon, his body was back to normal size, albeit with his massive balls nearly engulfing the princess, and his cock and its “belly-comdom” disappearing up into the floors above.
As Plenn tried to catch his breath, there was the sound of churning liquid, followed by a sudden heat that enveloped his cock from the base, and head up his mighty shaft!
Suddenly, there erupted a scream from Zircon, and some faint sounds from high above, as the pink tower began to thicken! The ceiling hole widened further, and Plenn could make out spidering cracks, and some more sounds that signified breakage of the structure that even he couldn’t see.
Zircon was moaning and gasping as her distended stomach reached even more ridiculous proportions, before the sounds slowed.
Plenn tried to catch his breath. Flashes of light were appearing in front of his eyes, and he feared he would pass out.
The heat that had engulfed his cock had subsided, but as he peered towards the nether-regions of the princess, he was shocked at what he saw!
He had definitely reached the ridiculous size the doctor had enlarged him to in the caverns, but incredibly, Zircon’s pussy had stretched wide enough (though looked dangerously red!) to take all of him!
It was then that Plenn noticed that his cock and balls…appeared to be shrinking!
As space began to appear between the rim of the princess’ pussy, thick streams of cum began to pour out of her, soon overflowing the wrecked bed, and trickleing down onto the marble floor underneath them.
Slowly, Plenn watched as the pillar of pink belly began to retract from the ceiling, until soon, his equipment was normal sized, while Zircon lay on the wrecked bed, with a massively distended belly laying between her chest like a pink water balloon, covering her pussy that was still leaking cum all over.
“Z-Zircon,” he murmured, still feeling lightheaded. A-are you alright?”
Her huge belly wobbled along with her chest, and he heard a long moan.
From behind his head, he heard pounding on the chamber doors, Moments later, dozens of guards rushed into the room, and surrounded the bloated princess.
None of them paid any mind as Plenn slid off the bed, and stumbled light-headed, through the open doorway.
He had no idea how he found his way to the entrance of the palace, but from there, the next thing he recalled was Mam filling his field of vision.
The Present
“And…I guess that brings us up to now,” said Plenn, sitting naked in the passenger seat, as Mam passed him another energy bar. “Sorry I’m scarfing these down.”
“Don’t worry,” she said. “Given how much…energy you put out, I’m surprised you were still able to walk after all that.”
“Stumble is more like it.”
“Honest as ever,” she smiled. “Anything else I can get you…your highness?”
“Hey, we can drop the formalities around here, ok Mam?”
“Whatever you say, Plenn,” she smiled, her eyes dropping down to his cock, which was still looking alarmigly red. “How does…it feel?”
“A little sore still,” said Plenn. “You sure you don’t have any ice on board?”
“Nope, sorry. Maybe I can make a stop-“
“No, let’s not,” he interjected. “Best to get me back home after this whole adventure. Seems every time we make a detour, something happens.”
“Yeah we should…get you back,” said Mam with a sigh.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“A pony doesn’t just sigh like that over nothing,” said Plenn, rising to his hooves, and slowly walking over to where she was. “You can tell me what’s wrong.”
“…it’s just, after I, deliver you back to your kingdom,” she said, “I’m pretty sure I’m never going to see you again.”
“And why is that?”
“Because your father-“
“Forget about my father,” said Plenn. “If he forbids me from seeing you again, that isn’t going to stop me.”
“Oh, really?” asked Mam, perking up a bit. “And how will you-“
“We’ll set up a secret weekly rendezvous somewhere,” smiled Plenn, his eyes lighting up. “There’s a secret entrance that I know even he doesn’t know about. I can meet you there, and we can have some fun for a few hours, just you and me.”
A smile creased Mam’s muzzle. She could picture it in her head: a secret meeting under a moonlit sky. The two of them in the cool night air, like something out of a storybook. But then, her smile disappeared.
“No,” she said. “It sounds wonderful Plenn, but-“
“But what?” he asked. “Come on and live a little, Mam!”
“After Zircon, you’re surely going to become a precious commodity for your kingdom,” she said. “You have a duty to your people. I…I’m just a ranger, and, I have duties too and…and-“
Suddenly, the computer gave three loud beeps.
“Estimated time to arrival on planet Bolge, thirty minutes, ” came the computerized voice.
“I…I guess I better clean myself up,” said Plenn, looking down at his cum-caked body. “Too bad I don’t have anything to wear.”
“I might be able to help you with that,” said Mam.
Some time later, Mam Marella’s ship touched down on a familiar landing pad inside the Turgid Stronghold.
The king’s advisor Arh Welbuh and a dozen soldiers stood watching, as the entry port to the ship lowered, and out of the hissing smoke, came two figures clad in ranger suits, albeit one with an exceptionally large bulge between his thighs.
It took Arh a few seconds to realize who it was.
“Your highness,” he said, bowing.
“At ease,” replied Plenn. “I think you remember my escort?”
“Yes, Ms Marella,” nodded the advisor. “We greatly appreciate your complimentary services in returning his highness to us. You are dismissed.”
“Wait a moment,” said Plenn. “She is my guest, and I wish her to accompany me inside.”
“If you wish it, it shall be,” said Arh. “Follow me.”
And with that, Plenn, Mam, and Arh headed off to the Palace flanked by the guards.
“Why am I going inside?” whispered Mam to Plenn.
“Because you have some very valuable information,” Plenn whispered back.
“I do? What?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
“What?”
“Is there something I can help you two with?” asked Arh, glancing back at them.
“We’re fine,” the two said almost in unison, causing them both to blush as the procession reached the entryway, and the massive, ornately-carved doors opened for them.
Numerous servants bowed as the procession continued through room after room, before they finally arrived in the throne room, where Plenn’s father was once again seated on the high throne towering over them.
“Wait here,” said Plenn to Mam, before ascending the steps.
Mam watched as father and son shared an awkward embrace, and then fell into a discussion that could be seen, but not heard. After some time, both father and son descended the steps and stood before Mam and the others in their procession.
“Arh, you and the soldiers are dismissed,” commanded the king.
“Yes, your highness,” the advisor bowed, before leading the soldiers away, leaving Mam in the presence of the two royals.
“My son tells me that you have been through much,” said the king. “He has informed me that he wishes you to consult with the Hturts.”
“The what?” asked Mam.
“The Hturts,” said Plenn. “They have the power to reveal truth, and given what happened since my kidnapping, I felt it was important that they hear your side of what happened.”
“My…side?” gulped Mam, as she wondered how much ‘truth’ might be gleaned from her.
“I do not feel it necessary for such actions,” said the king, looking at his son, “But Plenn was insistent on it.”
“I…can’t refuse?” asked Mam.
“I won’t let you,” said Plenn.
Suddenly, some side doors swung open, and in walked several figures dressed in multiple shades of orange robes, along with orange-colored markings on their hands and muzzles.
“It appears they heard my summoning,” said the king.
“I didn’t hear you say anything,” noted Mam.
“It is a special connection,” noted Plenn. “Only the king may summon them.”
Moments later, the figures surrounded Mam. She was unsure what to do, when she was seized by a thought: come with us.
It made her a little afraid as she felt her hooves move, and she accompanied the robed figures through the doors, and into what appeared to be a large library.
The sound-less figures guided the large pony to a table, where her breasts soon rested atop the intricately-patterned furniture.
The figures next took their place opposite the suspicious space ranger.
Your suspicions are not necessary , came a voice that reverberated through Mam’s mind.
Your conduct regarding the prince is what we are here to confirm , came another voice.
Your emotions for his highness are irrelevant to the proceedings , came a third voice.
Three hours later, Mam returned to the throne room. In that time, Plenn has changed out of the spare ranger suit, and had dressed in more regal splendor. He now wore a familiar set of robes, albeit they were now colored white, and almost seemed to glow as he stood next to his father on his throne.
Needless to say, Plenn’s father was a little surprised when his son sprinted down the steps to the ranger.
“How do you feel?” he asked her.
“I just want to relax,” she said, softly. “They said they would only tell your father certain things, but-“
“They know what they are talking about,” Plenn assured her. “Emotion is not a strong-suit of those who handle Hturt for my father.”
“Ranger! Approach me!”
Mam almost yelped as she heard the king’s voice boom out. Moments later, she ascended to the throne, and stood before the king, with Plenn by her side.
“You may be seated, my son,” said the king, gesturing to an empty throne nearby (slightly smaller than his own).
“I prefer to stand with Mam Marella, father,” replied Plenn.
“Very well. Now, Ranger Marella, the Hturt have provided me with their report. I can see you are confused, but through my link to them, their thoughts can become my own in a matter of seconds. I am pleased to know that you fully cooperated with them, and I now know the lengths you went to retrieve my son, and complete his business dealings with the Emperor and Princess Zircon. The fact that the Emperor has not contacted me yet, is surely proof that everything went acceptably.”
Acceptably? thought Mam, remembering the chaos she had witnessed from her ship.
“You have the gratitude of myself, my son, and our kingdom,” continued the king. “You may depart, and return to the ranger corp-“
“W-that’s it!?” exclaimed Plenn.
“Why are you distressed, my son?” asked the king.
“Father, you know now what Mam Marella went through to find me, and to save me. She risked her life and her career to complete this mission. I think she deserves something more than just…our thanks.”
“Plenn-I mean, your highness,” noted Mam, “I really don’t think-“
“But I do,” he interrupted. “I think Mam Marella here is owed a proper commendation.”
“And…just what would a proper commendation be?” asked the king.
“I feel she is owed what her original fee was decided upon…and a hefty bonus,” smiled Plenn.
The boisterous laugh from the king caught both Mam and Plenn by surprise.
“Now son, that wasn’t the deal that was worked out with the ranger corp,” replied the king. “We simply have to accept that Mam Marella did what she did out of sheer good will, and for that I am-“
“That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard!!” exclaimed Plenn, his voice echoing around the room.
“Excuse me?”
“Ranger Marella didn’t do what she did out of sheer good will, she did what she did because she is dedicated to her assignments. In the time I have spent with her, I have been greatly impressed by what she can do.”
Mam tried to hide it, but she could swear she could feel her face turning red.
“I can’t believe you could be so cheap about this-“
“How dare you call me that!” replied the king, his voice growing louder.
“Well you are! I just completed a major transaction with the Emperor and his daughter, that is going to affect the kingdom, and you’re telling me you cannot afford compensation for my safe delivery and return!?”
“My son, the deal with the corp-“
“I’m not talking about the corp, I’m talking about Mam Marella!”
“But she’s a part of the corp-“
“Well what if she was no longer a part of the corp!?”
“What!?” exclaimed Mam and the king in unison.
“You seem unable to separate Mam from the corp,” huffed Plenn, trying to calm himself down. “Therefore, I propose hiring Mam Marella as my personal bodyguard, where I intend to make sure she is compensated for her skills.”
There was a moment of pause, before the king spoke.
“My son,” he said. “This is a…most unusual decision.”
“To you maybe,” replied his son, “but it makes perfect sense to me.”
“Well I can see you two are having a moment,” said Mam, backing away. “I think I’ll go into the next room while-“
“No,” said Plenn firmly. “Mam Marella, I order you to stay here.”
Mam almost protested this command, but there was something in the prince’s tone that made her hold her tongue.
“If you cannot bring yourself to fairly compensate Ms Marella for what she has done for our kingdom,” continued Plenn, “then I will make sure she is compensated by becoming part of it. I daresay she may be able to contribute to our kingdom in innumerable ways.
This declaration brought about another flush of color to the ranger’s cheeks.
“I…still do not get what you are saying,” said the king, “but, you seem unable to understand my reasons about-“
“Or maybe father, you’re unable to think beyond your limited reasoning.”
This brought another round of silence, and Mam could see what looked like the king, tensing up a bit.
“You were taught better than to say such things about your own father,” he said in somewhat of a low growl.
“I’m coming into my own, father,” smiled Plenn. “This is something I want, and there’s nothing you can say that will deter me. Mam has the potential to bring great things to the Turgid Kingdom. I know it…I can feel it.”
“R-really?” asked Mam, the word escaping her lips before she realized it.
“Really,” said Plenn, nodding to her, before turning his gaze back to the king.
“…alright,” sighed the king, “I will allow your request. But just so you know, any form of payment will be made through your royal allowance-“
“I’m fine with that,” smirked Plenn. “There’s plenty to pay Ms Marella for her services.”
“So, am I now employed by your kingdom?” asked Mam.
“Not yet,” smiled Plenn. “There will be some paperwork our royal clerics will need to prepare, but…I could use your help.”
“With what?”
“All this talk with my father has made me realize, I need a proper bath after my ordeal. Ranger, will you accompany me to my chambers?”
“My son,” interjected the king, “you have your servants. Perhaps Ms Marella would prefer to-“
“If the prince wishes me to accompany him, I shall do so,” said Mam, surprised at what came out of her mouth.
“Then it’s settled,” smiled Plenn. “Follow me, Ms Marella. Today begins the first day of your new life in the Turgid Kingdom.”
As Plenn descended the steps, Mam made a quick bow towards his royal highness, before bouncing after the prince.
I…do not know what has gotten into him, thought the king.
Mam followed Plenn down lengthy corridors, lined with ancient paintings and elaborate chandeliers. Their path eventually led them to a set of doors, and a pair of servants guarding them.
“We are pleased to see you have returned, your highness,” said one.
“Thank you, Bmidz,” replied Plenn. “I would like to introduce you to Ms Mam Marella. She was my bodyguard on my recent trip, and also my savior.”
Mam was surprised when both servants got down on one knee and bowed before her!
“W-what are you doing?” she blushed.
“We were very concerned for his highness’ safety, once we heard he had been abducted,” said Bmidz. “We are truly grateful to you for returning him back to us. Maybe one day, we shall know of how you came to bring him back to us.”
“Maybe.”
“We are both tired from our travels,” said Plenn. “Ms Marella will assist me in my chambers. I wish you both to make sure we are not disturbed.”
“Yes, your highness,” said Bmidz, giving Plenn a slight wink that Mam couldn’t see.
Soon enough, the ranger and the prince were through the double doors, and into a large room, with several chambers branching off from it.
“So…where do we go?” Mam asked as she looking around, before suddenly hearing heavy breathing.
She soon found it was coming from Plenn, and rushed to his side.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“I…I need to sit down,” he said, and stumbled into the chamber on the right, wherein was a massive bed, in colors of orange, gold, and peach.
“Is there a doctor I can call?” asked Mam, as she helped him on the bed as best she could.
“I’ll be fine,” he said, his breathing slowing, “I just need to, catch my breath.”
“Do you need water?”
“Yes, but there isn’t any-“
Before he could finish, Mam bounced out of the chamber.
Ten minutes later, she returned to him with a gold tray, and a pitcher and glass, being held above her ponderous chest. To make sure she didn’t spill it, she kneeled down, and Plenn took the items from her.
“Thank you,” he smiled, as she sat down next to him.
“Do you, have some kind of medical condition I should know about?” she asked. “As your bodyguard, it’s imperative that you tell me.”
“Um…Kind of,” he grinned sheepishly, taking a drink of water. “Let’s just say, it’s never easy to stand up to one’s father.”
“Really? When was the last time this happened?”
“That was my first time.”
Mam was a little shocked at this declaration, to the point where she began to feel a nervous sensation in her stomach. It had occurred several times during her time with Plenn, but it felt stronger this time.
“Plenn,” she said. “Are you…sure you want me-“
“Yes,” he said, turning and taking her left hand in both of his. “Mam, why…why are you having such a hard time believing that?”
“Because…because…because nothing good ever really happens for me,” she admitted. “I lost my guardian, I’ve got these…huge things, and life isn’t always fair-“
Suddenly, she squeaked as he leaned in, and kissed her on the lips. As he pulled back, she saw him smile.
“Yes Mam, life isn’t always fair,” he replied. “I know that sounds stupid coming from somepony like me. But it’s not always so bleak. Why, just look at what you did. You could have walked away after I was taken, and you didn’t! You have a drive in you, and when it takes ahold of you, why…look how far you went! I find that an amazing thing about you, and I wouldn’t have made you my personal bodyguard if I didn’t believe that part of you could blossom into other things that I…I don’t know what they could become.”
It was then that Plenn noticed some wetness in the girl’s big green eyes.
“Well, I…given that we’re confessing stuff,” she murmured, “wanna hear something stupid?”
“I’m all ears,” he smiled.
“I…kinda grew to like you.”
“Really?” asked Plenn, looking at her suit-encased chest. “You don’t look that much bigger to me.”
“I’d smack you for that if I wasn’t in danger of being fired.”
“Well guess what?” he smiled, leaning in. “Maybe I like the rough stuff.”
Moments later, she had given him a slap and he collapsed on the bed in laughter, before taking her shoulder, and pulling her down too, his infectious laughter making her jiggle and giggle.
“As I was saying,” she continued, “you were so nice, and…generous. I wasn’t sure if it was an act but…you seemed sincere. Like, seeing you play with Galena.”
“Yeah, she was a cutie,” sighed Plenn. “I hope they’re both okay.”
“Me too.”
“You know, for being hunted down and in hiding, I think I’m always going to remember that day.”
“And I have this to remember it by,” said Mam, reaching into her suit, and showing him the choker around her neck.
“You’re still wearing that?” he asked.
“It helped me come after you.”
Plenn chuckled at that, before a mischievous grin spread across his face.
“I think it’s time we had that bath.”
“Alright,” said Mam. “I can help you get it started, and assist you-“
“No, I said, ‘we.’”
“Um…are you sure I’m not going to get in trouble?”
“Hey, these are my private chambers,” said Plenn. “No pony comes in here unless I summon them.”
“Well, if you insist,” said Mam, sitting up.
“I do,” said Plenn, rising up next to her, and then reaching over and pushing the panic button on the back of her suit.
Moments later, the encasing object fell off all around Mam, leaving her exposed in her shiny, silver underwear.
“Care to help me undress?” asked Plenn, getting to his hooves, and turning to face his bodyguard.
Mam could already see his two-footer beginning to tent his royal robes.
“You might want to get that looked at,” she smiled.
The sunken bathing tub for the prince was ringed with intricate patterns in marble and gold, including an ancient language Plenn claimed he couldn’t decipher.
“Maybe you can translate it for me someday,” he smiled, standing nude next to the tub, as the cleansing foam thickened from the chemicals being dispensed into the swirling liquids in the container.
“How much will you pay me for that?” smiled Mam, still in her silver underthings.
“It’s…negotiable,” he smiled.
Suddenly, the liquid stopped flowing, and Plenn moved behind Mam’s back. Seconds later, her silver top flopped to the floor.
Plenn then kneeled down, and began to pull down her panties, the lights of the room catching the curve of her derriere.
“One more thing,” said Plenn, as he reached for her choker.
“No,” reacted Mam, as she felt his hands on her neck. “I want to leave it on. In fact, I…I don’t think I’m ever going take it off.”
“As you wish,” Plenn whispered into her left ear. “Oh, and ladies first.”
And so, Mam took her first steps into the tub. As she did, a tingling sensation began to climb up her body.
“What’s in this stuff?” she asked.
“A special concoction from our royal herbalists,” said Plenn, as his semi-erect hard-on led him down to the depths. “The water is charged with ingredients to soothe sore muscles, and relieve tension.”
Mam’s body sank lower and lower until she sat on the ledge ringing the tub under the water’s surface, the foamy water lapping up to her collarbone.
“You should fully submerge,” said Plenn. “It’s going to feel weird at first, but trust me.”
Mam wasn’t sure if this was some weird trick or not, but she nodded, and slid off the ledge and deeper into the tub.
The water soon filled her ears, and she closed her eyes. As she did, she felt the soothing sensations enveloping her head, and even into her hair! It felt so good, that she loosened up, and soon floated up to the top of the tub, her breasts soon bobbing on the surface.
“Ahhhhhh,” she sighed, opening her eyes, and seeing the elaborate chandelier overhead, before Plenn peered into her view.
“Toldja,” he said.
“I feel lighter,” said Mam.
“The herbs do have a way of making the tension go away,” said Plenn.
“Is that why I’m feeling something bumping against my back under the water?”
“I think my friend likes you more than Zircon.”
At the mention of her name, Mam’s eyes suddenly fluttered to the side.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Do you think she’s alright?” asked Mam. “I mean, she is the Emperor’s daughter, but she’s also probably the only pony in the galaxy to be stretched out by a forty-foot penis.”
“I’m sure she’s alright,” he replied, looking a little nervous.
“Now what is it?” she asked. “You’re not trying to forget about her, are you?”
“No-no, I…just don’t, I…don’t know how she is after all of…that.”
At these words, Mam righted herself, and stood up, soap sliding off her chest.
“I think we should contact her,” she smiled.
“…now?” asked Plenn.
“No not now! After we’ve…cleaned up. Sure you fulfilled your mission, but you would be showing some real princely compassion seeing if she’s alright.”
“What if she doesn’t want to talk to me?” blushed Plenn.
“Then she doesn’t want to talk to you! Sweet Celestia, how old are you again?”
“What if she’s injured?”
“Then offer her compassion and help her to recover.”
“But I don’t really like her.”
“You don’t have to like her to help her!” squeaked Mam. “Unless…do you think I’m jealous of Zircon?”
“Are you?”
“I asked you first. And as a royal personage, you must answer me.”
“Well…I’d find it kinda hot if you were.”
“So, if I pouted all through your apology call, you’d be all hard and pent-up?” asked Mam, sitting along the lip of the tub.
“Maaybe?” smiled Plenn, walking through the foamy water towards her.
“All jealous, because I secretly craved that gigantic phallus, even when I first saw it in that cavern?”
“I didn’t think you could get jealous,” he smiled with an air of playfulness as he lifted his cock out of the water, and splapped it against the deep cleavage of her chest. “You…the most serious ranger I’ve ever met.”
“It’s…new to me too,” she replied, feeling the weight of his member against her bosom.
Seeing her enjoying the sensation, Plenn began to thrust and rub his cock against the cleave of her chest. Soon, he had worked his way down several inches, until it was engulfed by her fleshy walls, and her moaning had increased.
“No need to be jealous,” he cooed. “I’ll give you all the attention you…desire.”
Taking a few steps through the water towards her, his body soon abutted against her bosom, and he reached out his hands, rubbing sensuous circles along her white orbs.
The feel of his hands was definitely stimulating, and Mam found herself speechless as the sensations made her sigh deeply.
A few minutes later, he traced his hands around the curve of her chest, until he was rubbing their undersides. He then hefted her chest, until her dark-grey nipples were level with his face, leading to him nuzzling his muzzle against the left one’s rubbery surface, the pony’s natural scent filling his nostrils as he heard her moan a little louder.
It was then that he got a cheeky idea, and gave the tip of her thickening nipple a little lick.
“Ah!” Mam gasped.
Plenn was spurred on by this exclamation, and began to shower the protrusion with kisses and longer licks. Before too long, his lips had closed over the slippery nipple, and he began to suckle. After several deep suckles, Plenn felt a creamy liquid fill his mouth!
Mam at first felt uneasy, but the sensations were causing her such pleasurable sensations, she let the prince continue.
Plenn couldn’t tell how long he had been suckling, but soon he decided to end his meal by sucking deeply, and the rubbery nipple popped out of his mouth.
“Ahhhhh,” he sighed. “Liquid courage.”
Mam simply sighed, and lay back on the elaborate flooring around the tub, her arms rubbing against the floor, and her breasts rolling off to the sides.
Once again, there was the sound of water in motion, and she looked to see Plenn emerge, the foamy water glistening off his well-toned figure, and his still-erect penis crested the water mere inches from her pussy.
“You alright?” he asked. “I, kinda needed that drink. Get myself prepared to call Zircon.”
The sensations from his suckling were causing goose pimples to break out across her body, as Mam sat back up, and gazed at his black beauty.
“Your friend looks a bit worked up,” she smiled. “What say we help him lose a little weight?”
And that was how Plenn found himself sitting on the edge of the tub, as Mam rubbed her pussy lips along his two-foot royal scepter, as she smooshed her chest against his body.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and his around hers, as the sensations of both of their bodies allowed them to enjoy each other without getting into (too much) trouble.
Plenn bucked his hips as Mam did hers, the two caught up in an ecstatic, erotic grinding before Plenn finally let himself go, and a steady stream of royal cum shot across the room!
“Darnit,” he sighed. “I missed.”
“Where were you, aiming?” smiled Mam.
It was then Plenn smiled and reached a hand down between her chest, where he fingered her pussy lips.
“No way,” gasped Mam, shaking her head. “Good princes don’t go sticking their royal scepters in their bodyguards.”
“Who said I’m a good prince?” He smirked.
“You behave yourself, or else.”
“Or else what?”
Mam smiled, and a few moments later Plenn felt a stinging sensation in his drained cock as she slapped it!
“I could…have you locked up,” he grimaced, feeling his stallionhood throbbing in an uncomfortable way.
“But you won’t,” she smiled. “Now, be a good little prince, clean up your mess,, and let’s see how Zircon is doing.”
Several hours later, starlight shone through an elaborate glass ceiling in the prince’s royal bedchambers, as the lights were dimmed.
Mam sat in a nearby chair in her silver underthings, as Plenn emerged from his bathroom, in a shiny, silken blue robe.
“Too bad Zircon wasn’t available,” she said.
“Really?” smiled Plenn.
“That moan that cut off her royal herald seemed to signal she was just fine. Maybe we can try again in a few days. At least there wasn’t a panic when you showed your face. Who do you think is going to pay for all that damage anyways?”
“Father will probably get the bill soon enough,” sighed Plenn, running his hand through his hair.
“So, how does it feel?” asked Mam.
“How does what feel?”
“Knowing your first time was with the Emperor’s daughter?”
“It feels…fine.”
“…fine?” she asked. “Your first conquest as a stallion, and it’s ‘fine?’”
“Remember, I did it out of royal obligation. And as tradition dictates, I’ll be doing it out of further obligation with a number of other royal ponies, but once I find the one…then it’ll feel more than fine.”
“I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time for figuring that out,” said Mam. “But in the meantime, I think it’s time for this little prince to get some rest.”
“Do I have to?”
Mam merely pointed to the massive bed, and with her green aura, pulled back the heavy covers.
Plenn was going to make a smart remark, but decided to hold his tongue. His hooves clicked across the ornate floor before he got into the bed, where Mam’s aura pulled the covers over him. The bed was so ornate and large, he looked like a little colt in it.
Once he was tucked in, Mam levitated a chair next to him, and then sat down on its plushy seat, her silver-covered chest resting on her milky-white thighs.
“Are you gonna watch me all night?” smiled Plenn.
“Just until you’re asleep,” she said.
“You know, there’s a-“
“Yes, while you were cleaning up, I saw the guest bedroom. I guess that’s where I’ll be staying while I’m here.”
“Don’t forget, you should resign from the ranger corp tomorrow,” noted Plenn. “Let em’ know about me.”
“Like that’s going to make them care that they’re losing me,” said Mam. “We’ve caused them enough headaches in the last week. I’m sure they’ll be glad your father won’t be calling on them for anymore escorts. Now, time for bed.”
“Tell me a story first,” said Plenn, sitting up.
“Plenn, you’re not a colt, you’re a…a big stallion.”
“Hey, you owe me one.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. You told me you’d tell me the rest of the story about your Guardian and you.”
“…oh yeah,” she said. “I did, but…maybe we can save that for another day? It’s not a very good bedtime story.”
“Mam Marella, the prince of the Turgid Kingdom commands you to tell him what happened,” said Plenn.
“Alright,” she sighed. “But it doesn’t have a happy ending.”
“Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure.”
And so, Mam told her story.
“My Guardian took mission after mission. In some instances, we had to get by on mere hours of sleep. Soon enough, we had reached the halfway point for my reduction operation, but it was shortly after that that she was injured in a skirmish. The corp wouldn’t cover the procedure to fix her up, and so, we had to dip into the funds. It was then that in the examination, they found she had several…growths on her vital organs. We hoped that she would be able to be saved, but even with what we had saved up, it wasn’t enough. And so…I had to watch as my Guardian got weaker by the day. I tried to carry on and take assignments, but the corp would not pay me full salary because of my age. I even had to sign disclosure forms that I would not sue them for underage employment, or being injured, just to get what I could.
“Soon, the credits had run out, and so did her time. I…I had to bury her myself. I was the only one who mourned her. And after that I…I just kept going, trying to…make her proud.”
Mam looked up, tears in her eyes, and saw that Plenn’s golden eyes were focused on hers.
Then, a golden aura engulfed his horn, and he pulled aside the covers, before getting out of his bed, and stepping aside.
“Wh-what are y-“
“Come on,” he smiled. “Get in.”
“Plenn, I’m not in the mood for any-“
“None of that,” he said, a calming smile on his face. “It’s a big bed and…I think you could use a little company after that story.”
Mam was about to protest again, but there was something about the prince’s face that softened her stance.
“So,” she said, examining the expanse of sleeping area. “Where can I sleep?”
“Whereever you want,” replied Plenn.
“I, tend to sleep on my left side.”
“That settles it,” said Plenn, as he crawled onto the bed, leaving enough room for her by the nightstand.
Mam then clambered aboard and sank into the plush mattress, before laying on her good side, her orbs filling the remaining space.
As she adjusted herself she felt Plenn’s body against hers, including his thick member pushing against her bottom.
“After that story, I thought maybe you could use a little hug,” he said, encircling his arms around her back, and under her chest. “You’re, more than welcome to sleep here if you need someone, Mam.”
“Just…keep your royal shorts on,” she smiled, turning back to look at him.
As she did, he gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“A goodnight kiss,” he replied. “You went across the galaxy to save me, Mam. And now look at where you are.”
As he held her tighter, Mam smiled, and with her magic, pulled the covers over them.
Yeah, she thought to herself. Look at where we are.
Author's Note
And here we are.
This chapter was going to be finished sooner, but I felt it needed some time to “mature.” It took some time to even figure out how to start it.
Like several chapters, this one has some major amounts of dialogue, and also gives us possibly the last chance we’ll see these tel together.
At one point, I threw on the Love Scene music from The Terminator score to find inspiration.
Mam Marella and the Plenn Te Affair
Epilogue - Seven Years Later
The massive white sphere in the Turgid Kingdom’s courtyard was hard to miss. It towered over the surrounding landing pads and guards on duty, its 30-ft diameter made it hard to miss, let alone the way the sun shone off its unnatural form, making it look alien to the general surroundings.
A covered walkway had been constructed from one area of its underside, and led across the courtyard and up the main steps, where it attached to a side-entrance, next to the massive main doors of the palace.
Inside the palace, the king was in console with several robed doctors.
“She is doing well,” claimed one. “As we mentioned previously, the number of babies had us very concerned for her health, but it looks as though all of them will be fine.”
“I never doubted your expertise,” nodded the king, a swish of black-and-white hair flicking across his forehead. “The health of my wife and our children is very important to me.”
“Understandable,” noted another doctor. “I will admit, I am still in awe she was able to carry all of them to full-term. I daresay, she defies a number of norms.”
“I can agree with you there,” chuckled Plenn. “But come, it is almost time.”
And with that, the group headed towards the covered walkway, before the sound of frantic hoofbeats echoed off the floor nearby.
“Your highness!” a teenage pony called out. Her long purple hair swished about as she clattered to a stop in front of the group, and bowed.
“Galena,” smiled the king. “I told you, you can just call me Plenn.”
“Sorry your hi-I mean, Plenn,” she blushed. “But you are king and all. Is it almost time?”
“Almost.”
“Can I please help? Please-please-pleeease?”
“When it’s over,” he smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Mam will need some time to rest and care for the babies at first, but I promise, you will be one of the first to meet them all when they are ready.”
The young pony smiled, and gave him a big hug, which he returned in earnest.
“Mama and I are so happy for you both,” she smiled.
Plenn returned her smile, kissed her forehead, and then headed down the covered walkway, the medical staff accompanying him.
Soon, they had reached the covered area, attached to the underside of the massive sphere.
“Just give me twelve minutes with her,” said Plenn. “I won’t lie to you all, this…this is giving me chills.”
“Your lives are definitely going to change,” said one doctor. “But do not worry your highness, we are here for both you and the queen.”
Plenn nodded, and suddenly, a doorway materialized in the side of the sphere, and he walked on through.
Once inside, his hooves left the ground and he floated up, as the doorway disappeared behind him.
The inner dome of the sphere was awash in soothing sounds and glowing, soft colors. They almost lulled the nervous king into submission, but the hardening member under his royal dress reminded him of his reason for being there, as his eyes focused on his destination.
Suspended in the center of the environment, was Queen Mam Marella. Her body floated in the air, her long purple and pastel pink locks swishing about her head and shoulders. However, the most eye-catching sight, was the breasts and belly of the former space ranger.
Over 20 feet in diameter, her belly looked like the pony was attached to a weather balloon, while her equally impressive breasts also floated about. Each was at least a third the size of her belly, and sported a prominent nipple colored in a dark, silvery grey tone.
As Plenn drew closer, he could see her eyes were closed. He smiled as he saw the choker he had gotten her years ago, affixed around her neck, the colors in the room making it sparkle.
Carefully, he floated towards her face, and planted a kiss on her lips. Moments later, her big green eyes opened, and looked upon Plenn’s face.
“Hi Queenie,” he smiled.
“Hi Daddy,” she giggled. “Nervous?”
“Of course not. I-“
“I can see it on your face,” she smirked. “You really need to do a better job of hiding your emotions, your highness. Are we close?”
“Yeah. The doctors will be here soon. I just wanted a little time with you first. Galena sends her love.”
“That’s so sweet. I can’t wait to see her and Galopinea again,” smiled Mam.
“Galopinea is doing a wonderful job as the royal herald,” smiled Plenn. “she’s also been collecting all of the well-wishes and gifts for you and the babies, so you can read them later.”
“I’m so glad they’re a part of our lives now.”
“Me too. I did promise Galena she could meet you and the little ones when you’re all ready.”
“Mmm, what say we make her an honorary big sister?”
“I’ll have my aides draw up the paperwork this afternoon,” he smiled.
As her hand caressed his face, her expression wavered.
“I still can’t believe I’m going to be a mother. I still can’t even believe I’m a…a queen.”
“One day, it will all sink in.”
“Please tell me you aren’t going to spoil our children like your father spoiled you.”
“Come now, I’m pretty well-adjusted for being a king, and an elite.”
“Modesty, Plenn. You need to work on that. It’s one quality that I really want to see more of.”
“What about my friend?” He smiled, lifting up his robe, and flashing his cock at her.
“Daddy, you’re going to have to do a better job of keeping him out of sight,” said Mam, wagging a finger. “Has the royal seamstress made your new underwear as I requested?”
“Yeah, but it’s such a shame he can’t roam about, wild and free.”
“I don’t want him bouncing about now that you’re a father. Big boys need to keep their toys put away, for when the time is right.”
Suddenly, the sound of the doorway opening was heard. The king and queen grew quiet (and Plenn adjusted his robe) as six doctors in medical garb floated up to them.
“Your highness,” said one of them. “It is almost time.”
“Calculations show your body is set to deliver in three minutes,” another doctor noted to Mam.
Mam nodded, and took Plenn’s hands in her own.
“And the rest of the team?” Plenn asked the doctors.
“Outside the door,” said another one. “Pods have been prepared to take the infants to the cleaning station and nursery inside the palace.”
Plenn couldn’t help himself, and leaned in for another kiss, his golden eyes taking in his queen’s features, before her eyelids fluttered, and her body shuddered.
“Here we go,” she quietly said to her husband, seeing several of the staff float up, and disappear from view behind her enormous belly.
Plenn nodded, watching his wife close her eyes, and begin to breathe deeply.
Moments later, there was a cry from the far side of her belly…the first of many.
Queen Mam Marella’s first birth yielded 12 princesses, and 11 princes. In an unprecedented move, both the king and queen allowed the kingdom’s citizenry to view the infants a few weeks after they had been born.
Word of the births even brought forth a request for visitation by the Emperor’s daughter, Zircon. Eventually, she and the Queen formed a friendship that would carry on through the years.
Though busy as a mother and a queen, Mam soon sought to understand more about the Turgid Kingdoms ponies. She then championed a number of causes for mares, ponies, and fillies, winning her acclaim from all over.
At the request of her husband, she made appearances before the Imperial Senate, speaking out on a number of galactic causes, including one that was dear to her heart: improving the lives and livelihood of security and escort service personnel.
As the years passed, an additional 33 princesses and 28 princes were birthed, with some calling the royal family’s marriage “the most fruitful ever.”
Unknown to many, was that the queen had been chronicling her time in the Turgid Kingdom, in a series of hidden journals.
But what was contained in those pages, is a story for another time.
Author's Note
And thus, the story comes to an end.
The idea of Sweetie Belle in a Barbarella type Science Fiction story was a strange deviation, but I wanted to see if I could pull it off.
One idea near the end of the story, was borrowed from another story idea that I had thought about, but never went down the path to write. It would have involved Queen Chrysalis kidnapping Coral Leaf, and using his huge balls to fertilize an army to take over Canterlot. However, Apple Bloom and her friends rush to Coral’s rescue. Of course for this story, Applebloom and Chrysalis were replaced by Mam and Apphenia (though AB would not have disintegrated Chrysalis).
One idea, is that Sweetie Belle might actually be the author of these stories, possibly drafting ideas for it while in college, and the writing them once she graduated, leading to a side job as an author in later years. One could imagine her and Chrome Shield dressing up as these fictional characters in their 3rd or 4th year, though the outfits wouldn’t be as elaborate as in the story.
And that should do it. Going to take a short break, then review Sophomoric Sweetie Belle , and then get back to writing it, with the goal to finish it this year.
There is also potential for another series to begin…but I won’t fully know if I’ll commit to that until I finish Sophomoric , and do some more thinking.
