Chapter 7- A Plot is Ahoof

Early morning, the sun beamed down on the buildings of Ponyville. The market place had began to bustle, and the birds had already returned to their nests with food. On the outskirts of Ponyville, in a calm grassy field, stood a single cottage. Past the big blue door, inside the white walls, a pair had gathered in the upstairs bedroom, illuminated by skylight. A certain medical mare was checking up on her favorite patient, a forgetful blue stallion that she had been fantasizing about when she was alone.

“Follow the light please.” Nurse Redheart said, moving it from side to side in front of her patients eyes. “Good. Have you had any trouble reading or seeing?” She asked.

“My eyes start to hurt after I read, but I see fine normally.” Graymane said, blinking out the splotches from his vision. “Is that bad?”

“Not necessarily. I'll come back with a couple pairs of reading glasses on Friday, and we'll see if that makes it better.” The white nurse mare said, picking a pencil up in her mouth and scratching notes onto his chart. “So, Graymane, has anything happened since my last visit?” She asked.

“Oh yeah, tons. I got a job at the library yesterday.” Graymane said, getting up from his blue sheeted bed. “I'm starting tomorrow.” He said, grinning at the medical pony, happy about his own news. A pause met his grin as Nurse Redheart thought about the changed situation, changing her fantasized plans for the future.

I should be happy about this, I'm the one that told her to get Graymane a job... I've heard Twilight Sparkle is smart, like him, and has the princess's ear. I don't want him leaving me for that bookworm bitch and her power. Restoring her facade, Nurse Redheart smiled back, trying to figure out how she was going keep him within her hooves. “Great. I'll tell you what, I'll talk to my boss, and take you with me to work on Sunday. Do you want to see what it's like at my job?” Unaware of Nurse Redheart's intentions, Graymane saw it as a moment to ask his crush on a date.

“Sure! That sounds fun.” Graymane said as his stomach growling, angered by it's lack of food. “Can we get breakfast now? Lyra said she made some for you too.”

“Yeah, let's go. I'm kinda getting hungry too.” Nurse Redheart said, setting her patient chart back into the saddle bag resting on her flanks. Following Graymane out the bedroom's door and down the hallway, the white coated medical mare tailed him down the creaky stairs, unaware of the kinky secret beneath her hooves. Quickly moving through the sparsely decorated front room, towards the delicious aromas wafting through the cottage, the duo entered the kitchen to be greeted by Lyra Heartstrings, magically scraping fried daffodils onto the already set plates.

“Everything good? You were pretty quiet up there.” Lyra asked, setting the hot pan in her metal sink. Taking a seat, Lyra watched Nurse Redheart pull a chair next to Graymane's, pulling both out for the duo.

“He's perfect. Not a thing wrong with him.” The white coated medical mare replied, words holding innuendo as she took her seat next to Graymane. Settling in the formal wood chair, Nurse Redheart continued to ponder ways to secure her position in his life, and keep Twilight Sparkle as far away as possible. The only option she could concoct was to make herself more important, anyway she could.

Quietly stabbing the fried flowers with a finely fashioned fork, Nurse Redheart stuck her hind leg out to touch Graymane's, innocent to him, but an attempt at physical contact for her. Slowly rubbing her hind leg against his, the trio continued there meal in silence, small talk and meal chat filling the air as they finished breakfast.

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“We'll see you next week, I'm gonna go get Gray ready for his job.” Lyra said, shutting her big blue door behind Nurse Redheart. “Gray, lets talk about what you do when you get randy on the job.” Lyra called back to the kitchen, a long talk in store for her roommate and soon to be tenant.

April 30, Tuesday

I told Nurse Redheart about my job, she looked excited I think. I'm really excited because she said she would take me to work on Sunday. I'm gonna try to ask her out when we're alone.

Lyra gave me a really weird talk today. She said that if I get aroused, she called it randy and horny, to excuse myself until it goes away. I don't know what she meant, I'm just organizing books, so what could the problem be? I only get aroused when I think about sex, and hooves, and that time I got a haircut from Bubblegum Pop. I guess I don't remember that too much though, it's all just a blur now.

*** *** ***

“Just like that love, keep going, he deserves it.” A deep blue mare cooed into Graymane's ear, sitting behind him as he roughly pumped into a male night guard. “This traitor was about to tell my sister what we were up to. You're doing him a favor.” Slowing his penetration, Graymane looked back at his provoker questionably. “This way he can go back to his wife and kids, he has a second chance. If you weren't so kind, I would have had to poured silver down his treasonous throat.” Taking her words as truth, Graymane bent over the bound guards beaten body, renewing his speed.

Leaning his head down, Graymane bit the guards ear, nibbling on it as though he were a consenting party. Blue marbled balls beating against his captive's, Graymane continued pounding into his previously untouched hole, the soldier below him weeping into the stone floor. Pulling back from the purple ear, Graymane moved further down to his neck, biting hard and earning a cry of pain from his victim.

“Good boy, be rough with him and you can have me next.” The manipulating mare said, running a rose thorn clad hoof up his back, the scratching sending sparks of pleasure through Graymane as he slammed harder into the night guard's rear.

“Should I finish inside him my queen?” Graymane asked, holding himself back as the emasculated stallion below him hoped for an end.

“No. No, I think you've earned the right to plant your seed inside your queen of the night.” The weaver of dreams said, laying back behind the cerulean stallion, spreading her hind legs as she did. “You've shown how loyal you are to me, now allow me to reward that loyalty.” She said, Graymane removing his pulsating prick from the guards loose entrance. Turning to face his love, Graymane looked over her presenting form.

Hooves in shoes made from braided roses, the front of them adorned with a single, wilted deep red flower. Around her neck laid a chain of the same rose stem, red petals wilted to the shape of a crescent moon, her brand and logo. Graymane stood over her splayed form, his queen and lover there to reward him for his work. Leaning down to give his passion constitution, the princess's wings wrapping around the two as she met his lips with her own, dark blue feathers caressing his form.

Sitting up panting, Graymane looked around at his surroundings. The same white room, lit by the morning sun beaming down through the glass ceiling. Looking down, he saw the same blue sheets he fell asleep underneath, tented by his morning arousal. Not a single pony in sight, just silence to greet his mourning rouse.

“Graymane! Get up, you need to get ready for work, you only have two hours!” Lyra yelled from the staircase, catching the attention of the cerulean stallion. Looking back down to his problem, Graymane remembered what he was taught the previous day. “Get in the shower Gray, breakfast is on the table already!” Lyra called again, the aquamarine mare marching up the squeaky stairs to stir her friend.

“I'm awake, I'll be right out!” Graymane called back, throwing the sheets from him as he landed on the wood floor, black and blue marbled member wobbling below his stomach. Needing a room with a lock, Graymane pressed his ear to the door and waited until he heard the staircase squeak again, opening it and rushing down to the bathroom, stallion-hood bouncing against him with every step. Hearing the sound of her roommate moving, Lyra shrugged it off as a mighty need to pee, resuming the end of her breakfast while packing a lunch for Graymane with her levitation.

Getting up from the table, she left her plate there and set the brown paper bag of food next to it, leaving the dining kitchen to check on her friend. Trotting up the wooden stairs, Lyra saw the bathroom door closed, but no water running. Walking to the door, she pressed her ear against it to check for the sounds of life. Hearing only minor sounds, Lyra lowered her head to the ground and looked underneath the gateway, worried about Graymane.

Worried for nothing, Lyra saw him sitting one the floor, back to the counter as he faced the door. Presenting everything to the door, Graymane ran his hooves up his erect shaft, sighing as a wave of pleasure followed his touch. Pressing his hooves tighter together, Graymane began pumping them along his marbled member, enjoying the pleasure as he picked up speed. Unaware of his audience, Graymane closed his eyes and leaned his head back, gritting his teeth as he tried to go faster. Watching in awe, Lyra's tail swished behind her, the mare enwrapped in the show her roommate was giving. Always one to enjoy an erotic show, Lyra started to rub her hind legs together, sparks of stimulation following. She watched with voyeuristic fascination as Graymane's marbled marble sack tightened, jiggling with his rapid touch.

As fast as he could manage, Graymane pumped his front hooves along his shaft, humping into his own hooves as he neared his prize. Lyra's horn lit it's golden glow, magic surrounding her roommate's black and blue stallion sack, unnoticed by it's occupied owner, as she illuminated her mare lips. Vibrating the foal makers, Lyra bit her lip in concentration, teasing herself as she helped her roommate. Succumbing to pleasure, Graymane leaned his head forward, reaching the release he so craved.

Pumping his hooves along his twitching shaft, flared head shooting string after string of thick cum into the air. Covering his blue furred chest, Graymane slowed to a stop as he basked in pleasure. Lyra's magic left his foal makers, a blush spreading across her cheeks at the show she just watched. Watching his blue shaft soften, Graymane let his hooves fall to the side as his flaccid flared member drooled it's last bit of cum onto itself, sliding down it's blue and black mottled skin to the like colored orbs below it.

“G-Gray, you should st-start showering now!” Lyra called, quickly careening away from the door and stumbling down the hallway towards her room, more than aroused by what she just watched and participated in. Slamming the door to her bedroom, Lyra looked at the large, orb shaped topper on her bedpost with lust, the finish rubbed down from years of abuse. Horn lighting ablaze, she levitated a drawer out from her dresser, the box filled with an assortment of false phalluses and fun toys.

An hour later, Graymane emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam. Hair slicked back, locks curling slightly over his forehead, Graymane walked down the hallway to Lyra's door. Knocking on the door, he heard springs creaking, panting, and echoing moans. “Lyra? I'm done in the shower. You said breakfast was on the table, right?”

“Wh-what? Oh, yeah! Yeah, breakfast is on the table and your lunch is in the bag!” Lyra called back, her voice a slightly higher, labored pitch. “You can go without me! I'm feeling a bit sick, so I'm staying in bed today!” She shouted back, the sound of creaking bed springs resuming. Graymane could swear he heard Lyra mutter something about loving her bed, but shook it off as hearing things.

Doing as told, Graymane walked back down the hall, the creaking stairs greeting him with their standard noises of age. The front room felt almost peaceful as Graymane looked around, not a single iota of movement besides him, and not a noise but the sound of his hoofsteps. It felt nice, like he could think clearly, without fault. Entering the kitchen, he saw a brown paper bag labeled “lunch” on the table, next to a plate of boiled apples chunks.

Inhaling the aroma, Graymane stood at the table and ate fork after fork of the delicious dish, eating the food as fast as he could. Chewing the last bite, he stacked his plate onto Lyra's, putting them in the sink for her. Looking at the time, Graymane saw he needed to be at work in forty minutes. Nearly choking as he swallowed the food in his mouth, he snatched the paper bag off the table as he ran past, dashing out the door and slamming it behind him, unnoticed to Lyra as she remained in the throws of passion.

*** *** ***

“So after you put all the books here, write them on the stock list. If it's on there, just mark up how many. Check that twice.” Spike the baby dragon explained, teaching Graymane the ins and outs of working at the library with Twilight Sparkle. “After that, put the books in their proper genre, which are alphabetized, in alphabetic order. While you're doing this, check each section and make sure they are organized properly. Do this at least twice a day, or Twilight will have a melt down.” He said, walking the cerulean stallion through the giant tree library. “Any questions?”

“Where is Twilight Sparkle exactly? You said she runs the library but she isn't here?” Graymane asked, recalling that she should have returned by now according to his boss.

“Well, Twilight was coming back from Canterlot when she sent me a letter. Princess Luna asked her a favor. She'll be back on Monday she said.” Spike said, walking back to the lobby table, adorned with the wooden knight piece. “Something about helping Luna find a friend.” Spike said with a yawn, laying his head down on the table.

Looking at his boss with concern, Graymane circled around the dragon. “You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, try your hoof at those jobs while I take a break. Remember, repeat what you do.” Spike said, still face deep on a table top.

“Right, yeah...” Graymane carried off, staring at the piles of books taller than he was, fearing the mighty literature beast. Pen in mouth and list in hoof, Graymane took to the creature, title after title falling from it's top as he built an army of smaller stacks. Looking upon his army with pride, the enemy had been defeated after what felt like days.

“Wow, it only took you three hours to sort through that stack.” Spike commented, reviewing Graymane's work. “Now double check the list, and put them on the shelf.”

Watching the purple dragon walk up the stairs to the living area, Graymane considered sicking his army upon him, the booklings a mighty force not to be trifled with. I think I'm fired if I raise an army to attack my boss... I'll have to ask Lyra. Turning to his force, Graymane struck them down, once more building a mighty army of book creatures as he compared the titles to the stock list, having missed a few in his previous attempt to brighten a dull job.

Looking down at his coworker, Spike struck up small talk to pass the time, and to stop the construction of a book dragon. “Were you a writer before this? You're a tad eccentric, but your getting the job done quickly.”

Stopping the his building of the dragons head, Graymane looked up at the real dragon. “This is my first job actually. What's eccentric mean?” He asked, going back to the list in his hoof and marking off the final few book.

“It means different, in a small way. That's not really bad, you could call Twilight Sparkle eccentric and she's one of the nicest ponies in Ponyville.” Saying that, Spike thought of all the times Twilight Sparkle's eccentricities caused a ruckus. “Well, most of the time she is.”

“Alright, now I put them in the shelves.” Graymane said, dismembering the fierce literature beast before him. “Where does the book “Facts About Mythical Creatures” go?”

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“Thank you Twilight Sparkle. He is a dear friend to me.” Princess Luna said, guiding her sister's pupil through the stone hallway. Taking her into a room, the pair was greeted with walls lined by books, the only furniture a few wooden stools, drips of white candle wax running down their form as silver candelabras burned on them. “You have my full support, anything you need for this spell you will have.”

Looking in awe at the dimly lit room, Twilight Sparkle looked back to the towering princess. “Luna, what is this place?” She asked, amazed at the seven massive walls of books.

With a gentle smile, Princess Luna looked down to her purple coated friend. “This is our personal study. We have every book you need to find this stallion for us.” Horn illuminating, Luna pulled a book from the opposite end of the room, blue sparkles sweeping dust from the cover. “We would like you to have this. A gift for what you have done for us.”

Giving the book to Twilight Sparkle, her violet eyes lit with surprise at the tome in question. “Hierophant of Equestrian Arcana? Princess, I can't possibly accept such an old book.” The book in question a study guide of magic theory, written by Starswirl the Bearded for royalty to learn by.

“Please, we are asking too much from you to not repay your kindness.” Princess Luna said, slipping the book into Twilight Sparkle's saddle bag. “Follow, we have prepared thee a room.” She commanded, walking out of the room and further down the stone hallway. Turning on hoof and rushing back, Twilight looked up and down the hallway as not a pony was in sight.

“Hello? Princess?” Twilight Sparkle called, turning to look back in the study, her gaze meeting the yellow cat-like eyes of a female night guard. “Gaah!” Jumping back in surprise, Twilight Sparkle tripped over the stone set floor below her, falling back onto her plump purple behind.

“Allow me to escort you to your room.” The night guard said, offering her hoof to help the unicorn from the floor. Taking the hoof, Twilight Sparkle was pulled up with ease, retaking her footing as the mare of the night picked up her bag and started walking down the hallway. Not loosing this pony like the last, Twilight Sparkle rushed to make up the distance between them. Following close behind, Twilight Sparkle watched the guard mare's unchanging expression, slightly unsettled at her stoic look as they walked past identical doors.

Looking back without a changing emotion, the royal guard spoke with alarming happiness, contrasting her somber expression. “My name's Midnight Sorrow. If you need anything I'll be there for you.” Turning to the left, the mare opened a dark wood door, guiding her follower into it. “Please, I hope you enjoy your stay.”

Walking into the room, Twilight Sparkle looked around in excitement at the abode she was given. A wall lined with wooden bookcases greeted her first sight, filled with tomes of magic and exotic zebra scrolls. Stepping further into the room, Twilight Sparkle looked down at the differing feeling, the floor lined with a deep blue carpet as opposed to the hard stone. Gazing around the magnificent room Twilight Sparkle saw a simple, pink sheeted bed pushed into the corner behind the door, a well lit desk against the opposing wall. Looking up, Twilight Sparkle saw a fiery twilight sky, the vaulted ceiling giving the painting a depth unlike any canvas could.

“Princess Luna specially requested this room be made up for you, the ceiling a Marechaelponio original commissioned months ago.” Midnight Sorrow explained, Setting Twilight Sparkle's saddle bag down on the pink bed. Watching the purple unicorn run her gaze up and down the aisles of knowledge, Midnight Sorrow cleared her throat to catch her attention. “If you have any need for me, you simply have to call.” She said, leaving the room and shutting the dark door behind her.

Letting out a soft sigh of relief, Midnight Sorrow proceeded back down the hallway, hearing bustling as she got closer to the Princess's private study. Seeing the crowd of day and night guards, solely female, all gathered in the large room chatting with each other, she let out a sigh. Mixing in with the crowd, the ponies fell silent as Princess Luna walked out of the shadow filled corner, wisps of night following her hoof steps as she approached.

“My loyal subjects, we have summoned thee here for one reason. Our lover, Working Gear, will soon return. We have doubt's though, as to his state of mind.” Luna said, shedding a false tear for affect. “Before he left, Working Gear gave me a request. That should he ever return less than himself, that we mother his child like planned.” Concerns and questions began to mutter through the crowd, Luna expecting the denial days before this moment. “I ask thee, when Working Gear returns, if he be less than he was, to bear his love and bring us his seed at any cost.”

Chatter of approval sounded through the crowd as Princess Luna dismissed them, Midnight Sorrow remaining behind as she usually did. Approaching the blue princess as the crowd dwindled to just a few, she spoke up her concern. “Princess, why do you want his child exactly? At request, you could have any other pony in Equestria, so why him?”

Smiling back, Princess Luna waited for the rest of the guards to leave the room, shutting the heavy doors behind them with her blue magic. “Midnight Sorrow, you have been our closest follower since our return, you know as well as any pony why we chose him.” She said, levitating a book from the top of one of the towering bookcases, the leather bound tome embossed with a simple silver moon. “Shortly before his execution, a zebra alchemist made this. It grants one's progeny the talent of the parent that mixes seed with it.”

“Why was he executed then? That's amazing.” Midnight Sorrow asked, watching her leader pull a bottle filled with green slime.

“He was a danger. We would rather one chance to succeed than our sister have as many chances as needed to copy us.” Princess Luna explained, not a hint of regret in her voice. “Working Gear has a unique talent, the gift of cognizance. If he were raised with royal ties, we have no doubt he would rule Equestria rather than our sister.”

“So that's what you want? You want a kid with his talent?” Midnight Sorrow questioned, expecting something more grandiose from her princess.

“Yes, a son to be precise. Working Gear's son and the gift of my lineage and pedagogue will make the perfect general to rule beside me.” She said, returning the bottle to it's hiding book.

“What about my part? You've executed every other pony that knew you wanted his kid before now, so why not me?” Midnight Sorrow asked, expecting her death order any day now.

“You are our most loyal subject, and our most trusted, youngest female guard. We cannot attend to his needs while away, and a concubine will never be gifted the chance to touch him. We want you to teach him of carnal affections while we cannot.” The princess explained, floating the treasure back to it's position on top of the bookshelf. Turning back to the shadowed corner she entered from, Luna began to slip back into nothingness as wisps of shade licked along her form. “Inform Sunshine Mist of our progress.”

May 1, Wednesday

I just had my first day at work! It was kinda boring, but I made a book army before putting them on the shelves. Spike, my boss, is a dragon. He's so cool, he taught me how to organize books and how showed me how he sends his letters. I can't wait for work tomorrow.

Lyra got sick today though, so she was asleep when I came back. She was sleeping in my bed for some reason, but I let her sleep there and slept on the couch instead. I didn't mean too, I just sat down and fell asleep. I didn't even remember dinner. I'm writing this a day late I guess.

May 2, Thursday

Lyra was feeling better today, and she was really sorry about making me sleep on the couch. I'm kind of happy about it though, she made me breakfast and woke me up by kissing me on the cheek. She said she felt a lot better today, and said she was going to wash my bed sheets while I'm at work today. I don't know why, but she said they really needed it and she didn't want me catching what she had.

I just got back from work and it was fun. Spike said he could try to fix my journal when Twilight Sparkle gets back. That's good, because I ran out of stuff to read in it. He got a letter from her today that said hello to me and asked us to clean the floors in the library and make room in the reference section for a new book. Spike let me do that while he got more parchment and ink. He said Twilight would need it if she was coming back with a new book.

Bon Bon was here when I got back. They were talking about something called heat, and Lyra kept cheering that it was over. I guess that was what made her sick. The two of them made dinner tonight, it was good. A big pan of roses and potatoes. I can see why Bon Bon runs a sweet shop, she's a good cook.

May 3, Friday

I hurt my neck trying to lick myself this morning. I looked it up in a book at the library and it said to relax and not repeat what caused the injury for at least two weeks. Nurse Redheart showed up today with some reading glasses. She gave me a few pairs to try out today and tell which ones worked the best on Tuesday. Lyra had to work today, so she left before me.

Work was really weird today, we had a lot of mares in today. A few of them rented some books, but they all kept talking to me. They kept saying I looked really professional with my reading glasses on. A few even asked to try them on. Spike told them I would be there all next week, and they left eventually, but he kept laughing after I asked him why they were so interested in me.

Lyra said she was going to take me out tomorrow, with Big Macintosh and Bon Bon to bon Bon's store. She said it was called “Adult Candy Night” and she was going to show me drinking. Big Macintosh said ponies make bad decisions when they drink too much cider, but I'm going to trust Lyra, she seems like she can't make bad decisions. We had a quiet night tonight. She even asked me to put her collar on her before dinner. She looks really nice with her collar on, I wish she would wear it all the time.

Author's Note

The original idea for Luna's outfit came from a project I worked on with Daqulith before he disappeared. I liked it so much that I saved the description just incase I ever wanted to paint it or use it in another project.

I've been trying to cut out the scene breaks recently, it feels really off to see one in my opinion. Anyone else think the same thing?