Desperate Measures

Guin was glad Short Stack had sent her home in a carriage. The celebration had taken place in the sun, but once it had cleared out a bit, it was scheduled to rain, and rain hard. By the time they were done, the streets were flooded, water gushing into storm drains as it ran off the roofs. A few rumblings of thunder warbled in the air, but Guin was safe inside of a covered carriage with padded seats.

She had met with Short Stack's son again, who tipped her off to bit of a secret while she was waiting for the carriage to come around: his dad knew about the affairs. In fact, he encouraged them. He had even paid some of the earlier stallions to come fuck his wife and stretch her out.

"Believe me or don't; it doesn't matter. Speaking of it will see your destruction, of course, but your silence will see you invited to return. Don't be an idiot."

His words echoed in her head as she rode back home. Why would he have entrusted her with this information if she wasn't supposed to deliver it? How could she possibly use that? Why would she ever need to know any of this?

The carriage came to a stop, and the door opened. Before she could hop out, her driver had an umbrella ready, and he escorted her wordlessly to the door, and did not bother to close the umbrella until she was safely inside, all but her claws dry.

Jack was already home, and after dinner, they all went to bed. No showers tonight, as, even though it was incredibly unlikely, there was still a chance that lightning could strike the house and travel through the old metal pipes. It wasn't long at all before they were all asleep, lulled to dreamland by the gentle thrum of rain on the roof.

For a few hours, anyway. As soon as lightning struck nearby, Guin was awake and alert. Three days after she'd learned to fly, she'd fallen out of the sky when struck by lightning, and it had been horrifying for her ever since. She knew there were some rumblings of thunder nearby, but the weather report had indicated that it'd pass right by them. It wasn't supposed to come this close.

A flash lit up the room, and a boom shook the windowpane so hard that it rattled. On nights like this, she would sleep next to her gran, who would comfort her and tell her that everything would be okay.

Jenny let out a loud snore. How she could sleep through this was nothing short of unfair. Still, Guin had gone beyond wishing harm on her friend just to have somepony on her side. She would have to go a bit further up.

As the room lit up again, Guin covered her ears, but she could feel the vibrations in her chest. There was no way she could handle this on her own. She jumped down to the floor and rushed into the hall. She could hear Kurt's snoring through his door, but Jack was surprisingly quiet. Perhaps he was still awake?

She pushed open the door, and found that, no, he wasn't. He was asleep, too. He was just snoring quietly.

There was something odd about him, however. Something Guin had never noticed before. Something she definitely would have noticed before. He had a cock, right in the same place all of the pony stallions did. It even looked pretty similar.

She came up to see it a bit closer. She'd seen a lot of the stallion Short Stack had been riding today, though she hadn't tasted him more than once, hadn't tried to ride him, and hadn't really been participating once the shackles came off for fear of being involved any further. They were moving too fast for her to be comfortable joining in and slowing them down.

Lightning flashed again, and she curled up. In doing so, she had put her face in his balls. He certainly smelled better than the stallion, with lavender and thyme being the scents of his body wash, very subtly wafted under the overtones of his natural musk.

Gingerly, she stuck out her tongue and licked him. He tasted a bit salty, but otherwise, much better than the other stallion. If he kept washing the same way, she could see herself enjoying this.

As light flashed across the room and the windows rattled again, she didn't feel as scared as she had before. Maybe it was because her mind was on other things, maybe it was his warmth, or maybe all the mares were right about sex just being so good that all worry fled from their minds.

She took a deep breath. If Jack was awake, he'd put an end to this. He'd try to find another way, and he'd probably find one. But she had to do this, for multiple reasons. Short Stack had showed her how good it felt for both stallion and foal, Seascape had been envious of how great a partner Jack would be, and it would spit right in the face of Red Tape if he showed up. All of her roads were leading to this point, and it was the solution to all of her problems. Even if Jack would hate her for it, even if it hurt, she had to try. She had to make it work.

She didn't have silk curtains like Short Stack, but she had wings. Hovering just above Jack's penis, she gently pushed the tip against her slit. They were both mostly dry, but she could feel herself slickening as she rubbed. She was very gentle, not wanting to wake him. That would be the end, if he were to wake and find her doing this.

Once she had a bit of lubrication, she tried to work the tip in. It was starting to flare outward, and if it went any wider, it'd never fit. Thankfully, she managed to let it in once she relaxed her legs a bit more.

The feeling was incomparable. She'd never felt anything like this. It was a pain, but it was a good pain. She'd never felt a good pain before. It was always bad. So why was this good? Was sex so great that even pain itself could be completely removed from her body?

The answer came to her a moment later. She felt a pair of hooves grip her hips and push down. In an instant, all good was gone from her, and she was in excruciating agony, feeling like her insides had been torn apart.