Steam Punk - Inspired fanfic from Roleplay

Chapter 2 – How officers have fun

     We went to some street, about which I have never heard ever before. Smoke from pipes, immigrants from places far away and the smell of alcohol, lights from the street lights and a noise of fun. It looks that captain Strong Hoof, certainly have been here more than once. He greeted with many ponies, bartenders, wenches, citizens and I think I saw some young officers from the Academy.

„I think, you are not here the first time, are you?“ I asked him.

     He gave me a smile.

„We can say that I know some ways how to spend free time.“

     I was looking around, like a filly in sweet-shop, and I was thinking, if I want to be here or not.

I didn´t realize anything, I just let everything to be free. It would be extremely in polite, if I will refuse an offered apologize, even tough it was something like this. By the way, I think that a pony shall try everything.

„Maybe, I am not educated in everything, but let me know you that I learn extremely fast,“ I said.

„Don´t worry, my-lord. When we end at tomorrow morning, you will have an experience, which you will never forget.“

    Well, I cannot say that this was polite. But I didn´t care. I don´t want to interrupt this atmosphere around. I started to like it.

„Where are we going now?

     Strong Hoof stopped me. We are at our target. He showed me some poster and theatrically said:

„This is, my-lord, Jindy James´s Inn. He´s the best seller of apple cider, of course from our family, and he´s the toughest stallion I ever know. Three times he won Steel Hoof Equestrian Championship. That´s our target, sir. This inn.“

     He opened the door and we stepped in. My nostrils were hit by high number of smells, cider, apple sauce, tee and some fruit liquor. Jindy James waved at captain with his hoof. Strong Hoof knocked my shoulder and showed me to go with him. Perhaps he wants to introduce us.

„Strong Hoof, what do you have with yourself? Can your aristocratic friend drink something stronger, than their awfull tea?“

     He brohoofed his friend. He offered me one too, but I brohoofed him only with my gloves. As an every aristocrat, I have to keep my ways. One of my most important habits is my dressing style and my clothes. My clothes are part of my soul. I do really like them and apart from some special clothes, I have all like those, which I am wearing now.

„This aristocrat is my now commander, so I thought we can know each other.“

      Jindy James was looking at me with identifying face.

„This weakling can hardly drink his tea, let alone something more tasty. You shouldn´t have taking him here.“

      I became a bit upset.

„What do you mean, something more tasty?“

      Jindy James was now much personal.

„If you are a really bad boy, you can drink a bottle of this apple whiskey. It stronger than a stallion in the middle of the applebuck season. But for a weakling such as you, it´s too strong.“

      I clapped with my hoof to the floor.

„Here I am.“

      String Hoof stopped laughing.

„Give him a half, he cannot drink it all.“

     I clapped again.

„I said, I want the whole bottle.“

     Jindy James gave met he whole bottle of apple whiskey and said without emotion:

„Her majesty will pay first.“

     That insulted me, but I did it. I paid before drinking. I took the bottle and watched first a bit. Interesting. It has a bit odd colour, but it is shining with energy and power of many strong apple trees. Well, let´s go Frolda. You have been prepairing for this during your university studies. I drank, it had very burning taste and first I didn´t want to swallow it. After several seconds I managed to do it. I drank a few drops of this liquid, but Strong Hoof battered the bottle and I couldn´t drink more.

„Enough,“ he said. „You will be drunk.“

„You, … yhou gchave tchere a magickh?“ I tried to speak.

     Jindy James was watching me. When I was changing my colour to blue, then to green. But finally he smiled. I felt down on the floor and I breath hardly. Still my stomach was under my control. Jindy James gave me alcohol-free cider and said:

„I have to change my mind. You are not a weakling, you are a really tough stallion. This is on me.“

     I waved with my head as a sign of thanks and drank this cold liquid. It was very useful for my burned mouth. Strong Hoof took me on his back and while I was still drinking he took me over te whole room to the corner and put me onto some couch. After several seconds I realized that we aren´t here alone. Near us were two a little clothed mares. They hadn´t tons of make-up on their faces and they looked healthly. They were the only wenches in this Inn. My officer friend knew them very well.

„Mylord, this is Scarlet Joan and here is Scarlet Jessi. They are sisters and my two very good friends.“

     Scarlet Joan sat near me, she had a long red mane and different glass and golden accesories. Her dress were blue and made as a copy of aristocratic dress for the middle class. Her eyes were beautiful blue and filled with magic and depths. Scarlet Jessi had blond mane and her eyes were green and shallow. Her dress were green and they looked similar like those on her sister.

„Are you really Lord?“ asked me Jessi.

     I smiled at her.

„Yes.“

     I watched my surroundings and I tried to orient and behave like others. I saw, how Strong Hoof hugged with one hoof Scarlet Jessi and he fondled her mane with his chin. He must be experienced in this. I looked at Joan, who took me more like a younger brother than as an equivalent partner. She rested on my hip and I huged her. That was all I can imagine. It was a bit different from my normal life and behaviour. I didn´t know what I can and what I cannot do.

„You have a very nice coat, my-lord,“ she said to me.

„Velvet,“ I said.

    She started to unbutton me, I mean, she tried it. I changed my position and I took of my hoof from the sleeve. I covered her with it. She pleasantly purred under me and I fondled her. I looked at Strong Hoof, who signalized me that I am good. Well, it was quite natural. He caught Jessi´s hoof, signalized something to Jindy James and they ran above. Jindy James came to me and he gave me a little key with number 13. I caught Joan´s hoof and we went to that room. It was a little room with mirror, tub, big bed and a stove. While I was locking the doors, she lied on the bed.

„Go here next to me,“ she said with seductively

      I lied next to her. She fondled me on my face. Coat was near the bed and it was colder and colder. She fondled me on my neck and she unbuttoned first button than second and then I stopped her. She looked at me.

„You don´t like it?“ she asked sadly.

      I sighed.

„I am romantic gentleman. I can never be like Strong Hoof. I apologize.“

      She stopped fondling me. She was disappointed. But I continued.

„If you will just talk with me, fondle me and maybe we can a bit kiss each other, I will give you a double of your price.“

     Her interest was back again. Maybe she liked me more than just as a customer, but maybe like a real pony. She fondled me again. We talked about our lives and about Strong Hoof. Sometimes we kissed each other, sometimes we kissed more than a couple of minutes. In the room next to us started somepony to make some love noises. I recognized the pony, who it was. Strong Hoof and Scarlet Jessi. It was funny and when I told it to Joan, she started to laugh. Last thing I remember is that I said:

„Well, in the room twelve, they aren´t bored. That captain is a really strong stallion.“

It sounded a bit odd, but I was drunk, with a mare and in beautiful apathy.