Desperate Measures

Wednesday saw an unusual event, though one they all saw coming. It was Crystalmas, the anniversary of the day the Crystal Empire returned. That meant a half day at school and a small party for all of the students, unless some parents wanted to excuse their children early to celebrate in private.

Guin was among those parents that excused her children, having been registered this morning to be able to excuse herself. However, this wasn't to celebrate in private, as much as it was that they didn't really want to celebrate right now. It had been discussed at dinner a few nights ago, and while Guin was in favour of attending for the snacks, songs, games and such, her reason being that they deserved a break, neither Kurt nor Jenny was in the mood. She wasn't going to make them attend if they didn't want to.

Once they were out, however, Guin noticed Short Stack riding on the back of a dragon, waving her over. She bade goodbye to Jenny and Kurt, knowing they could make it home by themselves, and made her way over to the filly.

She had weighed the costs and benefits in her head as to whether or not she should associate with Short Stack after their last conversation. She was kind of rude and arrogant, but she had a lot of boons. For one, her husband owned the mill where Jack worked. Keeping her happy meant keeping the boss happy, which meant keeping Jack happy, meant he had more time to come up with a plan. Additionally, Short Stack had the attention of the mothers at the meetings, and having her by Guin's side was a good thing, like having Seascape standing up for her. She was also more sexually active, by a very wide margin, so having somepony to teach her about sex was appreciated. And to top it all off, she was rich. Her husband owned twenty percent of the town's businesses, and drew huge profits from them. That made her a powerful ally, or a powerful foe.

"Are you ditching the party, too?"

Guin nodded. "The kids don't really want to be here. I'm not going to force them to stay if they don't want to."

"You let them walk all over you like that?" snorted Blanket Stitch, who seemed to pop up out of nowhere. In truth, she had simply been behind a sign. "Go tell them they need to stay."

"Why would that be necessary?" asked Guin. "This is a party. It's not a plate of beets."

"It's about respect."

"Indeed. And I respect their wishes, as well as their right to make the decision for themselves. In turn, they will come to respect my wishes in the future."

"It's still folly to just bow out like this."

"I was going to ditch the party, too," interjected Short Stack. "I was about to walk out when I thought I should take Guin, here, with me. If she feels up to it, of course..."

Guin looked back to Jenny and Kurt, already a block and a half away and opening. "Will it take too terribly long?"

Short Stack shrugged. "Who knows how long it will take. It's done when it's done."

Guin swallowed and nodded.

"Great." she patted the dragon's shoulder. "Hop on."

As the dragon made room for her, Guin settled herself lightly onto his shoulder, and he took off.

They landed at what Guin had always guessed was a fancy hotel. It was actually a house, as she now learned. The entrance hall alone could fit her whole house.

The dragon set them both down, then went off upstairs. "Charming boy, isn't he?"

"I guess so. Is he your husband?"

She shook her head. "Youngest son. Turned eighteen four months ago and already has a place further inland."

"Then why does he live here?"

Short Stack shrugged. "Finishing out the school year. Now, I promised you a good dicking, didn't I?"

Guin blushed. "I didn't know it was a promise..."

"Well, there's one waiting for you upstairs. Come along."

Guin followed Short Stack upstairs and into a room four times the size of her own. On a king-sized bed, a very large earth pony stallion was tied up. He had the tube between his legs, very stiff and rigid, leaking some sort of fluid from the top. beneath it, the "balls" hung, twitching and scrunched up over his tail. He was blindfolded, gagged, and his ears were stuffed with fluff.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

Short Stack chuckled. "You are my guest. You can have first crack at him. I'd like to see your technique."

Guin shrank down, trembling more than the stallion's balls were. "I-I don't know..."

"Oh, come, now," laughed Short Stack. "He's clean. Or did you need me to wrap him for you?"

"I don't even know what that means..."

"A fan of letting him dive in raw, are we? I can respect that."

"No, it's..." Guin took a deep breath. "I've never seen one of these in real life before."

Short Stack stopped, turned, and for what felt like hours, stared blankly at Guin. Neither of them moved, neither of them blinked, they just stared at each other until Guin's gaze finally faltered, and she curled up to look at the floor.

"But you've looked at porn, right?"

Guin looked up and shook her head. "I don't know what that is."

"Have you even masturbated?"

Guin looked up proudly. "I did. Last night, in fact."

"For the first time?"

Her pride vanished just as quickly as it had arrived. "Y-yeah..."

"You poor thing. Here, let me help you."

Short Stack pushed over a large chair, facing it toward the bed. On the arm, she left a copy of the first magazine that Seascape had sent, the "PLA___LLY."

"That magazine is yours to keep. I know it's difficult to grab those as a foal, so I imagine you'd have the same difficulty."

"I actually have one," answered Guin, sitting down in the chair. "I haven't opened it yet, though."

"Well, you should. Lots of neat things in there." She climbed up on the bed and stood in front of the stallion. "Now, here's what we're going to do instead of what I had planned today. Instead of you having sex with him, I'm going to. You will watch, you will learn, you will masturbate while you do."

"But I don't have a fake hoof with me?" questioned Guin.

"Just use your claw," answered Short Stack. "Now, watch this..."