Getting Prepared and Dinner/Breakfast surprise

Daring Do had exited the building of Fancypants’ office. It was like every other building in Canterlot in that it was it had elements of old, industrial, and a dash of modern; in fact most of Canterlot had a modern, industrial, rustic look to it. As she headed back to the apartment Daring read over the notes of the file again. Apparently the mask was worn by a guy named Jack of Blades, a key player in several battles that were won near the end of Nightmare Moon’s rule.

After she was banished, he suddenly disappeared; some say he retreated to an island fortress and was planning on breaking the seals to Nightmare moon’s imprisonment. A strike force would’ve stormed the island had the natural Phenomenon known as the Bermane Triangle not engulfed the island, never to be seen again. It wasn’t until recently that local fishermen have claimed to’ve seen the island ‘fade in and out of existence’. As Daring read the last of her notes, she wondered how an island can fade in and out of existence. Of course the Bermane Triangle was out of the question; it was a huge natural phenomenon that couldn’t be controlled by any weather teams.

Daring quickly stepped into the apartment complex, heading straight for the elevator. Once inside she pressed the top floor button, watching the doors close in front of her as she leans back against the elevator. It was a lot better than taking the stairs, considering her penthouse was on the top floor, which she shared with her assistant. Her assistant had been with her for only three weeks now; her former occupation hadn't been doing too well and she may have caused some controversy using a certain dark magic item called the Alicorn Amulet. All was forgiven eventually and she got off scot-free due to the Amulet’s nature to corrupt. Nowadays she has been trying to turn her life back around and found a job as Daring Do's assistant. Using a key to open the door to her penthouse, Daring entered the living room where a sleeping helpless Trixie Lulamoon was napping on the couch in her pajamas.

Daring didn't really want to wake her up seeing how she was sleeping so peacefully, but they had a job to do and it wasn't going to get itself done. Daring quickly grabbed Trixie's shoulder and shook it hard enough to wake her up. Trixie wearily opened her eyes and yawned, squirming up into a sitting position. Daring smiled, having accomplished her goal of waking Trixie, and went to get her assistant’s gear ready. Trixie groggily slumped into the bathroom, looking herself in the mirror as she grabbed her hairbrush.

"So, what’s on the agenda today? More studying of artifacts that will most likely never be found?" She called out to Daring, combing and brushing her long mane. After her hair was done she decided to brush her teeth.

"Not today,” Daring replied. ”We’re going to be collecting another artifact." Trixie spit out some toothpaste into the sink and inquired.

"Does he seek to run us ragged? Trixie has not even had a week to herself yet."
Daring finished packing her assistant's supplies and went to the closet to get her safari outfit.

"Well you know what they say ain’t no rest for the wicked."

"And money doesn't grow on trees. Trixie knows that saying quite well." She completed, and then put her hands together to form a cup under the sink to rejuvenate her dry mouth. Daring found her assistant’s outfit to be a little torn from wearing it around everywhere; the edges were all ragged, sleeves were torn, and the pouches were nonexistent. Daring rolled her eyes and threw the outfit in a third clothes hamper that simply said "Repair". She then continued looking through her closet and found another outfit that was in much better shape than the last one.

"So when do we leave?" Trixie asked as she walked into the room.

"Immediately,” Daring answered back. “So get your outfit on and let’s go! I'll be waiting in the living room."

Once the explorer and assistant were all dressed and packed, they headed out the door to their penthouse and headed for the airship docks, Daring filling in her assistant of the artifact and the place they were going. Trixie was worried about the Bermane Triangle until her fears were put to rest about the teleportation scroll.

As they reached the air-docks, there was a number of war zeppelins that served the Royal Equestrian sky navy, and a number of “Pleasure Ships” that were owned by private businesses. One ship in particular that the two were looking for was a Transport Pleasure attack vessel named The Somnium (which was latin for Fancy). Once they found the ship, they gazed upon its sleek, beautiful, simplistic design

Boarding the ship, their first stop was the lounging area where they spend most of their time. The ship quickly came to life, engines roared as crewmen manned their stations and generally kept things running smoothly. Soon enough they were up and away, headed towards the Island Fortress dubbed Wyspa Forteca.

Fable followed Captain Alendia and her first mate/daughter Raylyn into the Captain's quarters. It was like a living room with two other rooms branching out to either side. The room to the left looked like a bedroom with a luscious heart-shaped king size bed, a few Hardwood-designed desks, and a shelf with various trinkets. The room on the right, however, was barren aside from the bottles of lotion, soaps, shampoo, and strange alchemy sets all along the walls. It also had what appeared to be stairs that lead to a circular bathtub. The living room had a soft velveteen set of furniture, along with a long, gold-plated table that acted as a des, a soft rug floor, and square windows in the back that allowed you to see what's behind the ship.

The group then walked up to the gold-plated table and sat in the available chairs. On the table were silverware, bowls filled with fruit, elegant red candles, and dishes of meat with vegetables, along with platters of potatoes, radishes, and what appeared to be gravy. The sight of all that food on the table could make any man’s mouth water. And Fable's mouth indeed watered like a dog hearing a bell. He wanted to ravage the table and dig in right away, but then he remembered his manners, manners that he picked up from his first wife.

Her name was Elvira Gray and she was, what some would say, a complete and utter bitch. She was one of the most seductive, voluptuous, and villainous women he had ever met. She only began to notice Fable after he conquered the Witchwood arena and let his friend Whisper live. Later on, she would then put Fable on a few errand-boy missions to gain her affection, and soon after Fable proposed to her. She said yes, but before they could wed he had to fight Thunder, who was also infatuated with her.

He almost died fighting that bastard, for he was a hero with power, cunning, and desperation to gain back Elvira's affection. Sadly his victory would never come to pass, for once Fable defeated him and gained his helmet as a trophy, one of the many trophies that he has kept with him and treasured since, Fable wedded Elvira Gray only to make his like pretty goddamn miserable. He had to spend time with her almost every single waking hour, day, minute, and second, and she even threatened that if he ever cheated on her, he would feel her wrath, though that didn't stop her from cheating on him.
As Fable expected, she was cheating on him on a regular basis. At the time Fable forgave her wanting to have a stable and happy marriage. That would all change when a prisoner that might have been, in hindsight, nut-slappingly out of his noggin told Fable that his wife Elvira had killed her own sister to become mayor. Of course Fable didn't believe him at the time, but the notion nagged at him constantly. In order to ease his nerves, he went back to the prisoner, who explained to the hero that he should go to
“the old grey house” and look for the answer there.

Once he spotted and entered the dilapidated home, he was ambushed by the undead. The fight between the undead and our hero was excruciating at best, but it ended quickly once he casted a spell which calls forth vortices of energy from the nether realms. A then portal opened up beneath each victim, draining their life into the underworld. After their defeat, the cellar, which had previously been locked, had swung open, presenting all the evidence that proved the prisoner’s story once Fable stepped inside. Fable was torn inside; he couldn’t believe that his wife would murder her own sister.

He gathered the evidence and presented it to the guards of Bowerstone. They immediately arrested her, sending her to the Headman's block where she was publicly executed for all to see. But you see, Fable killed two lives that day; after the execution a doctor came to him and told him that he had some very bad news for him: His unborn child. He cried and lamented for weeks on end knowing he would never meet that child he killed…how that child will never see the light of day, how it will never smell the open air, how it will never have a family of its own.

But that was all back then and today Fable was in the now. Remembering his manners, he waited for his hosts to get their food. Once they had a good portion for themselves, Fable grabbed some grub for himself. The dinner was silent for the most part and no one really spoke. This was okay for Fable and Alendia, but Raylyn wanted answers. So she took a glance at Fable and asked, "So, any reason why you want to leave Albion?"

Fable put down his fork mid lift; he stared at the food on his plate and poked at it with the fork. Captain Alendia was now facing Fable eager to get the answer as well, but kept her intentions hidden. They all remained as silent as can be, the waves of the ocean making the only sound that can be heard.

"The reason I’m leaving is because there is nothing left for me here," He said finally breaking the silence. Looking agitated, Raylyn opened her mouth, wanting to investigate further, but her mother smirked and interrupted her quickly.

"Raylyn, dear, would you keep an eye on the crew? You know, make sure they aren’t lazying about."

She looked to her mother with a face of 'Are you serious?', Alendia keeping her smirk as she continued. "I would like to talk to our guest alone…about certain things. I’ll call you back in when we’re done."

Raylyn stared back at her mother, then to Fable, and back again before finally nodding. She excused herself from the table and went to go check on the crew, as instructed, rolling her eyes as she turned her back. After she exited out the quarters, Alendia looked to Fable and smiled with a shrug. "Kids! What can ya do with out them?"

Fable smiled and continued eating. After a moments silence Alendia clasped her hands together and asked, "So what’s the real reason you’re leaving Albion?" Fable looked up and sighed; he knew he wasn't going to get away from her with the same tactic.

"I’m leaving Albion because the people no longer want heroes like me around," He said, telling the truth. Alendia nodded and got up from her seat, straight for a cupboard. Inside were various bottles of wine and other liquors. She carefully brought out a bright pink, heart-shaped bottle with a cork in it and waltzed on over to Fable's side of the table. With a seductive smirk she poured him a glass, and then poured herself one, raising it for a toast. Fable blinked, but then grabbed his glass and they both toasted their glasses, making a tink sound. Alendia took a sip of her's while Fable gulped down his entire drink. Almost immediately Fable regretted doing so; while the drink was good, it was overwhelming for the hero.

"Eager now, are we?" Alendia started giggling.

Before he could ask, Alendia closed the distance between them, kissing him deeply on the lips. Blushing madly, Fable backed away from his seat causing it to fall down backwards with a thump. He would have escaped the quarters had his vision not began to blur, and before he knew it he was out like a light.

Once he woke up, he was in Alendia's bed, half-naked with his undershirt on. One quick look around and saw that he was bound to the bed with what appeared to be furry cuffs. He struggled with the cuffs but they wouldn't budge. After a short battle with the restraints, he quickly gave up; he had a feeling that this woman was going to like Hedwig of the former Darkwood Bordello, the “Mistress of Bondage” as they call her. The gruff hero mistakenly hired her for her services thinking she was going to be bound when it was quite the opposite, in fact. After he found the deed to the Bordello and had a free orgy with all of his newest Prostitutes, which he thoroughly enjoyed, he gave the deed over to Madame Minzche who made it into a refuge for women. He would occasionally visit from time to time to see how the girls were doing and made sure they were alright, until they no longer wanted him to visit due to the hero-hunting that came to Albion. He never visited them since.

After his quick flashback, Alendia stepped in wearing a red and black silk lace nightgown matched with a strapless bra. Along with the outfit were Brazilian panties (picture if you want to know type of underwear.), a garter belt attached to thigh-high stockings, and a ribbon-tied choker. She slinked herself over to the bed slowly, her hips swaying from side to side. Unable to do much else, Fable got a good look of her body: it was almost an hourglass-shape with a few well-toned muscles. She had a slight tan and a small heart-shaped tattoo near her belly button.

She stopped by the bed, leaning down onto the sheets and crawling on top of Fable. Their eyes met for a moment, and then she pressed her body against his. There then came a battle between tongues, each exploring the others mouth as they locked lips. It went on for several minutes until Alendia broke the kiss with only a string of saliva attaching to both of their mouths, panting out hotly as her cheeks grew a shade of red. As Fable lied there he wondered how such a beautiful girl was captain of this ship. He figured it didn't matter, watching her lower herself down to where his soon-to-be erect penis lay.

She was face to face with Fable's member, a smirk forming on her face as she gently traced a finger along length. Her touch was delicate with a touch of malice as she twisted the skin of it. He winced as she begun to stroke his manhood’s twisted skin; the hero felt conflicting stings of pleasure and pain. Alendia continued her technique, going a bit faster with each new stroke. Fable felt like he could burst, but whenever he got close Alendia would stop, teasing him, then go back to her slow start. After minutes of toying with the snake, she wrapped her lips around the head, slurping the cock into her mouth. Her tongue licked at the tip in circular motions; occasionally she would slowly drag her tongue up the shaft up to the tip, and then start again. Fable felt less pulses of pain and more pleasure, but not enough to get him to reach his limit. She soon began to bob her head up and down, slow at first, but minute after minute she speeds up her pace with seemingly have no gag reflex.

Fable could begin to feel his orgasm welling up in his loins. Every second his dick spent in her mouth was another second building up to his climax. Alendia continued to bob her head up and down, almost like she was milking him for his seed. In the heat of the moment, without warning, Fable burst into her mouth, his throbbing rod hilted down her throat. Spurt after spurt, she claimed it all in her mouth. Eventually, Fable ran out of ammo, Alendia lifting her head up from the cock, a string of pre-cum and spunk attached to her mouth from his member. Fable might’ve been spent, but he knew that this was just the appetizer and soon he will be served the main course.

As she sucked up that last string of cum, she moved to slide herself on top of his used manhood. She placed his erect member between her butt cheeks and started sliding up and down. Fable’s cock couldn’t help but stay erect as she continued rubbing against his member. After that she stood up slowly, thumbs hook around the hem of her panties a she stripped them off. Once they were off, she repositioned herself, prodding his member between her folds. Fable could feel himself enter slightly, just the tip, at the entrance of her womanhood. Once the tip would go in she would leave his member hanging by lifting her body up back up again. She would continue to toy with him and he could bear it no longer.

With a burst of strength, and a little will spell known as Berserk, he broke free from his cuffs [I can break these cuffs! Aaaaaaaaargh!], his firm hands grabbing her hips and shoving his raging cock inside of her, making Alendia wince. They switched roles as Fable mounted the pirate captain. Now that he was in control, he thrust his cock in and out of her body, moans of ecstasy escaping from Alendia’s lips. Fable could feel the tightness of her womanhood as it squeezed around his hard, throbbing member. Her gasps and pants combined with those hot moans as he went faster. He even heard a few "Oh Avo's!" from Alendia as she was getting closer to her limit. Just a couple more thrusts and…

She gritted her teeth as she was about to cum, but Fable would have none of that. He ceased his thrusts, regardless of what his second brain told him to do, grinning as the woman under him tried to thrust her hips onto his member. It didn't work, though, as she was held down by Fable's lower half. Soon he would repeat the process all over again, getting her close to her limit, then stop abruptly, rinse and repeat.

He could hear her beg the hero to let her cum, but only after six more times did he decide to finish up. It drove her mad how he was teasing her and giving her a taste of her own medicine. She would have her way this time, though! Gripping the bed sheets hard, she braced herself to cum this time if it was the last thing she'd do. Thrust by thrust, Fable and Alendia felt their peak coming ever so closer, then sporadically the duo released themselves onto each other. When Fable came he bucked hard, hilting into her and feeling her juices swallow his member, his juices intermingled with her opaque release.
They both lay down on the bed panting. Alendia would've spoke but the door to the room opened suddenly and Raylyn came in, with a panic driven state.

"Mom, we have a ....."
She stared in silence at the two in the bed. Alendia and Fable scrambled to cover themselves up with whatever came to their grip; thankfully it was the bedsheets. Shaking her head, Raylyn turned back to her mother. "Mom, I need you to get dressed,” She sighed. “A storm is coming and the man at the helm intentionally steered us into it."

"Was it crazy Pete again?" Alendia groaned, Raylyn responding with a nod. Alendia got up from the bed, making her way over to a dresser while wiping herself of cum with a cleaning rag. Fable then stood up from the bed and caught another rag that was thrown to him, doing the same. Raylyn then handed over Fable's clothing and knapsack, the hero quickly putting it all back on.

"Guess you’re my new dad…" Raylyn said, eying Fable as he put his armor back on then left to go outside. Fable turned his head to Alendia, but she had her back towards him, busy adjusting her hat.

Fable followed the captain outside. Once outside they were greeted with the sound of thunder. The ship looked like a complete mess with crewmen scrambling everywhere doing their jobs. To add to the chaos, Alendia started barking out orders to her crew and proceeded to the helm of the ship with Fable following her close-by. He could hear the rain hitting his armor, making small tinkling noises.

Soon they were at the Helm where Raylyn was steering the ship. Waves of ocean water cracked at the ship like a bullwhip, each one making the ship tilt just abit. Fable could tell the storm was going to get worse by the minute. He could vaguely hear Alendia and Raylyn talk about something, but another wave that was stronger than the others smashed against the ship sending him overboard. It all happened so fast that the Captain and her First mate didn't see him go overboard. He tried swimming back but his armor provided the perfect Anchor for him to slowly descend into darkness.

Author's Note

Behold chapter 3 what will happen next. Also do you like the tidbits of his past showing up in the story? if so leave a comment about it.

Edit: Edited by DanMcintosh