The Cycle of Kirin

The mare trotted along the white streets with wide eyes that sparkled, taking in every single detail of the capital. Not since the coronation had she visited. Banners donned the buildings on either side, ponies of all types traversing the streets. The rare other creature would show their head, but it was mostly ponies. Not surprising, really. It was the pony capital.

Few spared glances at her even though her smile passed over them. One of the friendliest cities in Equestria, a treasure trove of experiences unknown to her. What other wonderful sights were there to visit while she was in the city? How many other ponies would be willing to tell her everything she could ever dream of asking? Compared to her village, this city was legendary. Canterlot. The city on a mountain.

Her hooves took her straight to the gates of the castle, one of the royal guards stepping in her way. “What business do you have at the castle?”

“I’m here for a meeting with Princess Twilight! She’s expecting me!” Her grin turned up, the guard eyeing her from top to bottom before stepping aside, letting her continue down the castle courtyard. A patrol of royal guards passed along the balcony to her upper-left, their officer barking out orders to them, colorful trees adorning the sides of the road and all sorts of birds chirping in the trees. She arrived at the castle in short order, a guard using a small pin to open the door for her to enter. The scale of the room took her breath away, her hooves turning her in a circle as she made her way across.

The beauty never seemed to end. From the tinted glass to the carpets, oh, and the white marble columns! The guards pointed her in the right direction, leading her down a hall lined in stained glass windows depicting various events, including that enormous battle from a few years ago. The guards pushed open the doors at the other end. A group of six ponies engaged in some sort of argument among themselves before quieting down and smiling over at her.

“Autumn Blaze!” Fluttershy took flight to close the distance, Applejack standing to make a more casual walk over. The pegasus brought her into a hug, pulling back to grin at her with sparkling eyes. “Oh! I’m so glad you came! How have things been in the village?”

“A lot of chatting and arguing.” She let out a giggle, stepping up to Applejack to bring her in for a hug, pulling back to tilt her head to the side to peer around her. “Is everypony here?”

“Everypony who’s available.” Princess Twilight motioned her forward, the princess’ horn igniting to pop up a seventh chair for her to sit on. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”

“Don’t mind if I do!” Autumn jumped atop the chair, turning in a circle before plopping her rear down, grinning around to them. “So, what did you want to talk about? ‘Cause the village has had this crazy big argument going on for the past, gosh, the past four years? Nopony seems to agree on what to do and there’s been a half dozen nirik blazes that kinda burnt down a fifth of the village, and, well–”

“I think we get it.” Rainbow Dash cringed, eyes flicking to the two with experience with them.

“Autumn Blaze. We were hoping you could help us understand your kind a little more.” Twilight shifted in her seat before taking a breath. “We had another kirin come in to talk about what life was like in the village, but they weren’t able to answer several questions. I don’t know if you would know, but Applejack and Fluttershy trust you are one of the better informed members of the village.”

“Shoot! Whatcha need from me?” She laid back with a foreleg on the top of her seat, eyes moving between them even as Fluttershy’s face flushed and the others shifted uncomfortably.

“We noticed all kirin are female. What we were wondering was how your kind reproduces so we can make Equestria an even better home for the few that choose to come live here.”

Autumn blinked a few times, eyes again moving over them as her smile slowly fell. “Oh! You’re serious! Well, we reproduce a lot like other ponies! I mean, the totem goes into our cave and we jiggle it a bit until it bursts! I know about it, although I’ve never actually tried it out before except with those wooden stumps we sell for whenever heat comes around.” She tapped her chin, giving a great smile back over them. “How does it feel? Does the stuff that comes out of it feel weird inside you? I heard it has to soak in to make new babies. Huh, I wonder what that would feel like...”

While the mare tapped her chin, winces and cringes happened around the rest of them, even Twilight monitoring her breaths. “Autumn. Where are the kirin stallions?”

“Oh! We don’t have any.” She shrugged a hoof.

“Then how do you repopulate yourselves? Are you all immortal?”

“No, no! Nothing like that. I mean, Rain Shine is pretty much immortal, like she’s so old that it’s a wonder she’s even able to remember things.” Autumn gave a giggle to herself as the others adjusted. “Nah! We’re not like that.”

“So, how has your kind survived this long? Were there once males?”

“Hmm...” She thought for a moment. “I mean, some are male-like. Like, a good number are pretty strong and have deeper voices, but we’ve always been mares. Hey! How does it feel to have a stallion in you? I heard it’s heavenly to engage in the Rite of Sprouting Life!”

“The... rite?” Twilight flicked her eyes to her other friends. She thought something was off about the entire story of the last one. Them talking about how they never met a stallion before coming to Equestria, how they don’t really talk much about ‘the survival rites and rituals.’ “So... How does your kind keep going if you don’t have any stallions?”

“Oh, pfft!” Autumn waved her hoof through the air, sitting back. “We foalnap them!”

The village had all assembled, a sea of green, blue, pink, red, orange, some brown, and even a spot of gray among them. Stood high atop a stage, the kirina of their kind stood staring down between them. Some had an idea what this was about. It was rare for their kind to be gathered, the last of which being over four hundred lunar cycles ago. Those that were younger wouldn’t remember much of the last time, only the oldest of the group remembering the last stallion.

Rain Shine’s tail flicked as she considered it, wondering if there was another way. If they could just have one colt born, they could usher in a new chapter for them. Her mother would have killed thousands for a single sliver of hope for a kirin colt. But, as with many things in life, you can’t always get what you want.

“Everypony, settle!” She raised her hoof, the assembled kirin quieting down and turning their attention to her. “I know you’re all wondering about why I have you here today. Last night, Heavy Breeze sprouted flames and could not stop them.”

Several exchanged whispers between themselves, their leader preparing. “She is the first of us to suffer the Decay. Upon soaking her in the Stream of Silence, her flames remained unquenched and emotions running wild. As is tradition, we brought her to the Nirik Stones to prevent a forest fire and to live out the rest of her days.”

“Can we visit?” One member of the crowd shot up their hoof.

“Of course, but they must stay at the Nirik Stones. She is the first to suffer this condition in almost four hundred years. The Decay is fatal, and I fear her time is limited.”

The assembled village gasped, many shouting out questions before her hoof raised to silence them again. “With the first to suffer the Decay comes the Ritual of Survival. Many of you remember your father, the stallion who brought life to your generation. I am here to say the time has come again. We must secure a stallion to usher in the next generation for our continued survival!”

“B-But what does that mean?” Another shouted out.

“It means I require some volunteers. Winter Grass, would you like to talk a bit about the outer mountains?”

A pale blue and green mare trotted from the crowd to stand atop the stage, taking a deep breath in. “About a hundred lunar cycles ago, the Equestrians built a line of metal and wood that runs across the Plains of Sorrow. I have witnessed metal beasts move along this line filled with ponies. If I am correct, we will not need to venture across the Strait of Tears to claim our next father. These metal beasts should have one available to be acquired.”

“Thank you.” Rain Shine nodded down to her, the mare returning to the crowd as her eyes ran over them. “We require a team of five, four which must be adept at nirik control and another with knowledge of tending harm.”

Three kirin put up their hooves, Rain Shine motioning all three forth, her eyes glazing over the remaining crowd of four hundred until two more put their hesitant hooves up. With all five making their way to the stage, she could put on a small smile.

A new cycle of kirin begins.

“Check, check.” Honeydew flashed the shiny rock back at their companions down the tracks, receiving a sequence of flashes in return. She took in a breath to calm her nerves while Chilly Vine poked at the dirt with a hoof to draw faces into. If one of the metal beasts were to appear, they will be ready.

Down the track were the three responsible for identifying the segment of the beast to breach, but it was her job to do the snatch and grab. Well, her and Vine. Although, it seemed a little unnecessary to have so many of them. What could the Equestrians seriously have to hurt them?

A sequence of flashes came from down the tracks. “Here they come!” She jumped to her hooves and stretched out, her partner standing to issue a psalm of hatred, their nostrils flaring as they prepared. A cloud rose from down the tracks, the face of the beast coming into view as it moved along as fast as any nirik. “Hit me!”

Vine grabbed Honeydew’s mane and slammed their heads together, the pain sparking their magic. Both took off running down the tracks, every step of their aching heads adding to the sensation, speed increasing as flames sprouted from their mane and tail, spreading to their tufts. Wind flowed by, fueling the fire that made a trail along the tracks. Their fur sparked alight, consuming them in the fury of the ancients.

The head of the beast crept up behind them, Honeydew taking a glance back to see the other pair had selected one closer to the end of the twelve or so compartments, running at full speed to keep up with the metal monster. She slowed her pace, partially shifting herself closer to the passing edge of metal.

Ponies stared out at them from the windows, awestruck and afraid. As the connector reached her from behind, she wove into the area and jumped, clinging to the railing of metal attached to it, pulling herself over before reaching out her hooves on the other side. Vine came through to weave in and jump, catching her hooves to be pulled up over the glowing railings.

Her hooves forced open the doors, ponies screaming and scrambling as she rushed in. They spared each only a glance as the floor scorched and passengers cried, but she found one. She shot out to grab a young stallion from the side of a mare holding a foal; them calling out. “NO! DON’T TAKE HIM!”

The stallion screamed as she pulled him straight for the door without delay, Vine propping up on the railing and opening a leg. Honeydew picked him up to his horrific scream to throw into her partner, both tumbling from the connection while Honeydew jumped up and off, falling to the ground and rolling to a gradual stop.

The rest of the beast passed them, her anger fading to tiredness, flames putting themselves out. Hilly Creek and Rapid Flames both were at the side of the stallion and Vine, already put out and working on suppressing the flames on their catch. She got up and walked over, cringing at the soreness in one of her legs. Must have hit it wrong on the landing. As she got close, she saw how bad it was. Blood leaked from a gash on their leg, surrounded by burns much like the rest of him. His mane and tail were blackened from the fire, his cries pricking at her ears.

Hilly picked him up to sling over her back, getting all the boiling hide juices against her coat as she started their trek to the meetup. The pony had two odd appendages on their back, much like a bird’s wings. Oh, were they a bird-pony? Well, they didn’t have a beak, so maybe not. Could they fly? That could make things difficult.

“Nice pick.” Vine nudged her in the side with an elbow, their trek taking them into the nearby wooded area.

“They looked young, and, well, they seem healthy.”

“W-WHAT THE B-BUCK ARE YOU?!” they screamed back at them, tearful eyes looking between them before their appendages extended, taking them from Hilly’s back and into the air. Not fast enough before Honeydew pounced forward to tackle them back to the ground. “EEEYAAAHHH!”

She flipped them over to see the wildly flapping appendages. Her hooves went to the joint. *SNAP* “FFFBBUCCC!” And to the other. *SNAP* “EEEEYYAaaahhhEE!”

She stepped back for Hilly to pick them back up, the bent wings now hung limp at their sides as they whimpered and cried, none paying them mind for the rest of the way. When they arrived, the green and blue Damp Droplet sat with the bucket of balm at the ready, Hilly rolling the unfortunate pony onto the ground, them sending up another choked whimper.

“You couldn’t have been any rougher?” She huffed out through her nose, dipping her hoof into the bucket to take a glob of cream, coating the burns on the side of the shaking stallion.

“We didn’t expect them to be this flammable!” Flames crossed her forelegs, their sage rolling the stallion over to continue to coating. An unhealthy amount was rubbed into the searing burns, cooling their flesh and sterilizing it against infections.

“I’ll need twice as much when we get back! Look at them! They’re a mess!” Her work continued all over their body, applying the cream over the bleeding leg to seal it before using the rest to provide a light coating over the rest of them. “There! Let’s go!”

Flames took her turn to pick up the whimpering wreck of a pony, the team setting off once more into the forests. They made sure to stay away from the overgrown ‘hiking trails’ used by ‘tourists.’ Grass really should have told them more about what to expect of the outsiders. They were going in practically blind to secure a delicate catch. Honeydew snorted out as she led the group from the front, hearing Vine and Hilly giggling away at the rear of the group. In all four-hundred years of life, she never thought twice about her father. Wouldn’t claiming more stallions speed up the process? And be less risky?

“W-What d-do you want?” The stallion forced out from where he lay atop Flames. “P-Please, I-I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Simple.” Droplet spoke, her voice firm and disinterested. “We need you, so you’re coming with us.”

“Please! I-I have a daughter, s-she’s just a filly, and a wife! I-I can’t leave them behind!” His tearful eyes turned back to the two trailing behind the group. “I-Is it money? A-Am I a hostage?”

“Sorry. Can’t let you go,” Droplet answered for the group, his eyes turning back to her. “You’ve seen us for what we are. I wouldn’t worry about it. You’ll be given a new home and a new family.”

“B-But I already have a family!” He choked out a sob, body trembling as a breeze passed overhead, causing waves of pain from his burns. The group arrived at a small ravine, Honeydew and Droplet jumping over to turn back and hold out their hooves. Vine came up beside Flames to grab a hold of the stallion and fling them across, him screaming out as he was caught on the seared hide part and dragged up top. The remaining three proceeded over, Vine taking him onto her back before they set off once more.

The trek into the mountains passed with little chatter except for those at the back of the group. As they passed from the rocky mountains into the first valley, Vine raised her voice. “What do you think the next heat will be like? Ooh! I can’t wait to try him out!”

“I bet he’s even better than a carved stump! Hey, did you ever try out the lumpy ones?”

“Never! Bloomer said they hurt!”

“They hurt in a good way!”

“Is there ever a good way to be hurt?”

“Lime Seed seems to think so.”

“She’s a freak! Of course she’s into getting hurt!”

Honeydew let out a sigh, encountering a short stream, moving through it to the other side. If they can at least get most of the way around the valley, they should have an easier time in the morning dragging him up the rocks. The short track would have been easier to reach, being far closer to the village side of the mountains, but it didn’t have the throughput that the long track did. They needed variety, and preferably a young one, to last them until their natural death.

She took a deep breath in to calm her racing thoughts. She’s played her part. The next generation will come about by the work of the five of them. Her entire body craved something more, something better. She knew it was her heat acting up, but he wouldn’t be healed for her to try him out this season. Another would have to claim him as their own first.

The day faded to night as they got to the base of the rock wall, Hilly and Flames moving off to collect leaves for their sleeping arrangements. The crying stallion was set down with Droplet for her to check him over. Would he be a gentle father, or a rough one? She heard the tales of old of a father who forced themselves on nearly every kirin in their time, and also of those who only did the rites as required. But what of this father?

With nothing better to do, Honeydew wandered into the woods nearby, finding a convenient bush and squat into. As she relieved herself, her thoughts returned to her. He was... special. At least to her and this generation. One of only two stallions they would ever meet. She never knew her dad, the poor stallion dying a year before her introduction to the village, so this was her opportunity to–

“GET BACK HERE!” Flames called out, the forest sparking alight as her anger took over, the scream of the poor male accompanying the light dying out.

“You’ll set the entire forest on fire! Watch the flames, Flames!” Droplet and Vine rushed over as the stallion was dragged back by the mare, Honeydew sighing as she finished her business and returned to the sleeping spots. Great, now Droplet was going to be extra miffed. Hilly returned with Droplet from putting out the small fires, their sage sitting with the whimpering captive to check the new burns.

“Ooo! I can’t wait!” Vine danced on her cloven hooves, letting out a light squeal as Hilly and Flames took their leaf beds.

“Hey, Honey. You’re in heat, aren’t you?” The latter of the two smirked her direction, her cheeks flushing.

“W-Well, yes, but–”

“Wanna give him a shot? You know you wanna!”

She mulled on it as she stared at his body, Droplet shooting her a brief glare as she picked out dirt from his new burns. “I... guess I could.”

Honeydew gulped as she approached, the other three shuffling close to watch. With the sage’s sigh, she flipped him over so he was on his back, drawing another choked whimper from him. “So how do I...?”

“That?” Droplet pointed at a leathery pouch on his lower half, right where the teats normally are. She knelt down, lowering her face to it to rub against, wondering if there’s something missing. Her nose stuck into the sheath, taking a sniff of the sweat and something the drove her heart wild before she pulled back and shrugged a hoof to their healer.

“Reach in and take it out!” Flames propped her head up on her hooves, watching with sparkling eyes. “I remember dad’s coming from something like that.”

Honeydew dipped her hoof into the area, feeling something soft and squishy. She pulled out an elastic piece of flesh that wanted to return, eyeing it up as the male’s sniffling took a pause. “W-What a-are you doing?”

“I don’t get it.” She let it go to slink back inside. An idea struck her, crawling up over him as his eyes widened. Her rear plopped down on the sheath, getting a squeal out of him before her waist moved back and forth. Her heat transferred to him, hooves on either side of his head as she ground at his lower reaches.

“What are you doing?” Vine asked, lowering her face to look between her belly and his body.

“I was told this was how to relieve myself in bed. I think I just need to keep doing this and something will happen.”

“Like what?” Hilly tilted her head. “Doesn’t his totem have to go into your cave?”

“I’m not sure what–”

“Look!” Vine pointed between them, their eyes going to the squishy part sticking free. “His totem is rising!”

“Sounds like that was some good advice.” Flames snickered to the side, the ride continuing. Honeydew lit up her horn to grab onto the totem, feeling it all around to give a gentle massage to it. Her eyes kept between their bodies, watching it grow with a twinkle.

“P-Please d-don’t do this.” He begged, his forelegs pinned down by Droplet. “I-I’ve done n-nothing! I have a wife a-and family! Please! L-Let me go a-and I won’t tell anypony!”

“Can’t,” Droplet said as plain as possible. “We need a donor.”

“F-For what?”

“To usher in the new generation.”

“WHAT?! I-I can’t- NO!”

Honeydew pouted at the shaft, humming to herself. It was pretty hardened at this point, covered in her stray nectar, but something- Oh, right, putting it in. Her rear raised up, magic straightening out the totem, before sliding down to force it inside. A breathy sigh escaped her lips as she felt it push back against her, shoving in to the middle lump that only pushed harder.

“PULL ME OUT!” He cried out, attempting to overpower the mare on him, kicking his one good back-leg to impact the body of Vine to knock her over.

“Ow! Hey, watch it!” She grabbed the leg to hold down, his whimpering getting worse as the mare atop him motioned her hips back and forth. Her insides were as hot as a burning flame, adding to the pain he was already in as she pleasured herself at his expense. The stallion shook and pushed back against the mares on him, squirming only drawing out more whimpers as his burns rubbed into the ground beneath him.

He felt her burning insides caressing his member with no trouble, every hump forward another that emptied her depths and every push back filling it back up. She hilted him inside her every pass, pushing him as deep into her as possible, and bringing his other head to kiss her inner barrier with his pre-cum.

“W-What the BUCK are you?!” He screamed back at them, feeling the worst feeling he could. It was pleasure, his own filthy, awful pleasure. He couldn’t enjoy this, he had to fight. The mare didn’t stop for him, only continuing at her moderate pace to push him closer to what she wanted. Her juices dripped down onto him, her sweet scent reaching his nose and turning up his stomach. He hated he was getting aroused by the monster. He hated her and her entire kind. Buck them! BUCK THEM!

B-Buck... He whimpered out as he felt his head flare, breaking a choked cry as his cum shot up into her, drawing out a sigh of relief from the mare. Every shot of his gluey spunk into her fertile womb forced out a sob from his mouth, every twitch another betrayal of his own body. “Oooh~! That’s what it’s like.”

“He flooded you?” Droplet asked, Honeydew nodding to her, continuing to ride him for every pulse.

“It’s like it takes your heat away from you.” She stopped with a deep breath, letting out her contentment. “Next season, you really need to try this out. I know I’m not stopping until I’m out of mine.”

The four others giggled at her, the mare pulling off and stepping aside for Droplet to flip their weeping prisoner back over to take all the dirt from his back burns.

“Think you’ll get pregnant?” Droplet asked with a coy smirk, Honeydew shrugging a hoof.

“Maybe. Guess we’ll see.”

“I’ll take night,” Hilly said from behind, Honeydew walking to a tree to lie down against, checking her cave entrance. A white fluid leaked slowly from it, her thoughts getting fuzzy as she considered if this was going to be the season of her first foal. Only time will tell how many she ended up having with this father. Not like there was any rush.

She had him for the rest of his life.