I came to with the repeated whirring of my wings attempting to repair themselves from the impact. Slowly, I opened my eyes. I was leaned up against a tree with a field of blue in front of me. My head was pounding, my vision was blurry, and I was incredibly confused as to where I was, who I was, and how I got there. After all; that was about a mile I flew and smacked my face into a tree upon landing. I clicked my neck and looked around to get my bearings. I was in a clearing of the Everfree Forest, with the sounds of nature all around and ringing in my ears. Suddenly, I heard a voice.
"Thunder." It was female, and sounded actually quite pretty. I looked to the source, seeing a grey blob looking down at me with purple eyes. "You there?" I wasn't thinking straight, so I said the first thing that came to mind.
"...you're pretty..." I groaned. "Have I met you before? Because you're really pretty..." I saw a smile appear on the grey blob.
"Umm...no...we haven't met before." she replied. "M-My name's Octavia. And you're Thunder Mustang."
"I thought your name was Beautiful, because that's what you are..." I slurred. I was slowly regaining my senses. Again, slowly. And evidently I wasn't thinking clearer either. Now the sides of the smile turned a light red.
"Erm...t-thank you." Octavia replied. Had I been thinking straight, I would have spoken to her like I normally do. Instead, I was literally speaking like a drunk. I hadn't been drunk in ages, and for good reason; I do things I regret. Like Spitfire. "We both landed in those Poison Joke flowers, but the effects haven't started showing yet. So...I was thinking...we should go to the local Medicine Mare, Zecora. She deals with this kind of thing, so we should go see her about this." I was paying attention, and I knew what was happening now. Poison Joke. But I'd been confused, and suddenly snapping to attention would ruin the fun I was having. I slowly ran a hoof down what I already knew was the inside of her thighs, and she tensed up.
"Th-Thunder...?" she was trying to sound assertive, and failing pretty badly; I could see how much her cheeks were flushing, and she visibly bit her lip and closed her eyes. "D-Don't touch me there...n-no more..." I smirked at her.
"I'm back." I laughed. I could see she was enjoying this, and did EXACTLY what any man would do to Octavia*. I ravaged her in the middle of a forest.
Aww, I wish I could join you two.
I do too. Princess, did I ever commend you on your skills in selecting a lover?
No, but thank you. I met Thunder and knew he'd be perfect. We have our rough patches but he's still the best thing that's ever happened to me.
Umm...I have...well, a question. Only mares could answer it.
Sure, shoot.
What...makes me...different?
What do you mean?
Well, it's just that I arrived with like-minded stallions, alike in nature, and most of them are much better looking than me. So why not them? What makes me so appealing to mares? Most mares I meet seem to like me more than most stallions I meet; why?
Th-Thunder...ahhhhh...I'm...I-I'm...nnnghh...!
That's it. Just let all the stress out.
Mmm, delicious. Anyway, I think it's just...you. You arrived with no money, no home, no brothers, only your friends, a gun, and the jacket on your back. That was interesting enough, then you turned out to be the crazy type, and you became literal tabloid material. It must just be the way you deal with things that gets interest; a normal pony would talk it out, you'd just shout your opinions in their face then stare at them in an unnerving way. Maybe that.
Wow...hnnf...oh, I-I just found you incredibly charming, I suppose. The moment Vinyl called you over, I saw just the sheer calmness as you approached, different than the other 'hey ladies look at these guns' stallions that seem to want us so much. It was also the fact that we both share a moderately similar mind; Vinyl in pictures.
Dirty Pictures. I remember that.
That's why we work well with each other.
I guess so. But Luna; why don't you really care that I'm pretty flirtatious? You just don't give a damn that I might end up sleeping with a mare?
Well, I've been going by the idea that our relationship is simply sleep together a lot, and since we're both immortal, have each other as friends for life. What did you think?
So we're in a relationship...?
Well, yes, we are, but...not at the same time. Damn, it's hard to explain. It's an ancient idea.
Huh. Well, I thought it was a normal relationship. I'm glad it's not.
Why? Don't...you love me?
Lulu, I'll always love you. I just don't like doing things the normal way, I guess. Others want to get married, start a family, and do other normal stuff, and I'd prefer to know that somewhere in the world, I have somepony.
Well, we share the same idea then. It's why I don't mind talking to you as you rut Octavia. It's also why I don't mind JOINING you as you rut Octavia, Spitfire, Nightmare, Colgate, and other mares. I'm just incredibly open.
I'm also not looking forward to mares going into heat.
Why? Somepony as loved as you-yeah, you're doomed.
And Tavi?
Yes?
When you go into heat, I give you permission to chloroform me, drag me to your place, lock the doors and windows, and tie me up, then use me as a sex slave for as long as you want.
Oh...good.
You might not make it to The Heat if you can't bring the elements up here to defeat Blueblood.
Ah. About that. Miiiiinor setback.
Trixie's back. And she has some amulet that makes her a Demi-God. She threw us out of town, and we landed in poison joke. We'll have to get the cure.
Ugh, dammit.
Speaking of which, Tavi, I've noticed you've become a lot more...aromatic.
Hmm. What smells?
Mind control, sex, seduction, and dominatrixes. Wow, like normal.
Any side-effects?
Not yet. Your eyes are bigger and more adorable, but that's it, I guess.
I'm not getting this cured.
Anything different about me?
Ehhh, you've turned grey. Like, exactly the same as me.
Amazing. Fucking amazing. Tavi Mustang. Do I even have your firm flanks?
I don't know how delightful my own bum is, but I'm sure it isn't as delightful as yours.
Meanwhile, I'm thinking of Octavia's flanks...

Author's Note

* I would absolutely ravage that fantastic British ass. Or 'arse', as we say. They're so goddamn well-rounded, and I'd bury my face between them any day. ~~I'm not a clopper.~~