Equestria Dark: Tales of a New Appleloosan Stallion Water Salespony

Written by Minalkra

Glenda drifted through the open skies, reveling in the feeling of wind whipping through her fur and feathers.  She had just finished her latest hunt and was bringing something fresh home with her to her mates.  She giggled as she hugged the wet mass close to her chest.  She hoped they liked it.

Trixie's leaving had really hurt her mates but the blue unicorn had promised to keep in touch.  Something about a debt owed and nogryph could deny the urge to set right a debt owed.  It was a matter of honor - as well as independence.  Gilda's leaving hurt more to her.  The choleric gryphon had simply stated she had 'something to straighten out' and left.  While the issue wasn't ever explained, it was clear that she had another love in her heart.  That was not the proper way.

Glenda shook her head, her pony-like ears flapping at the movement.  She was almost home and having such bad thoughts for such a great gift was bad luck.  Below her, the fields and farms of New Yoke slowly faded - replaced with the streets and homes of Greater Manehatten.  Eventually, the sky became a crowded mess of flying pegasi, chariots, and the occasional gryphon.  Crowds materialized below her and Glenda had to weave and duck around other air-travelers as she clutched her prize to her chest.  While the instincts were somewhat faded, she still felt a tinge of jealously and greed each time she passed another.  The gryphons eyed her treasure enviously while the pegasi looked in in a confused and grimly distasteful way.  She didn't care.  Her flock - herd to use the pony term - was waiting her and she knew they would love it.

With a graceful swoop, Glenda settled on the open-air balcony that promised access to the apartments that she shared with her loves.  In smaller towns across Equestria, mobile and expandable houses were the norm but in space-starved cities like Manehatten, apartments with mobile dividers were much more affordable and easier to maintain.  She shuddered to think of the older and less desirable buildings nearer the piers.  Those that were built before the pony architects had begun trying to simulate the expandability of the homes that dotted the countryside.  Manehatten was supposed to be a 'working mares' city fashioned after Baltimare and Fillydelphia.  At first, single room apartments had been the norm for many decades but the influx of stallions seeking both work and mates had become impossible to ignore.

Shaking her head from all the strangely expository thoughts, Glenda wound her way down the single set of stairs that separated her landing pad from her apartments.  Her gift was leaking onto the floor and she needed to get it into a container soon enough or else it's end up staining everything red.  A light blush graced her cheeks.  She hadn't planned on finding a catch like this and the surprise of it - as well as the thought of how much it'd be loved by all her flockmates - forced her talon into grabbing it while it was still warm.

Thoughts of mess and stains were wiped away as she spied her door ahead.  Humming happily to herself, Glenda walked up to the door and ... stood there for a second, unsure of how to proceed.  Her talons were busy holding her gift and while she might have been able to juggle the unwieldy mass in one talon, she didn't want to drop it on the ground.  Her beak was - unlike a pony's mouth - completely unsuitable for the handle and she was balanced on her hind legs precariously enough as it was.

"Buck me in the ass," she growled.

"If that's the way you want it, sugar."  The low and sultry voice from behind her caused another growl to slip through her beak.  She turned and regarded her neighbor with a scowl, eying his bright yellow coat, cool blue mane and half-lidded green eyes crowned by an extremely well manicured horn.  Most stallions were alright with seeking and finding a flock - herd - of their own.  Some, however, seemed to only want mares or hens that were already attached without any intention of staying around.  Sunflower Beam was one such stallion and - Empress damn it - if he wasn't a hot flank!  He could have settled down with any number of herds by this point in his life but instead he went and disturbed the peace of other herds for his own sick amusement.  Pony's called it 'herd poaching.'  Gryphons has a simpler term for it: 'being a bastard.'

"What do you want, Beam?"  Glenda was no fool.  She knew what he wanted the moment he saw her enter her home with Blue Belle - her flock's new stallion.  That the other male was a gryphon has held his lust in check.  He had assumed that the three gryphons were racial mates and had even snubbed them on the times there had been a meeting in the hallway.  Now that the 'gryphon family' had branched out, Beam undoubtedly saw them as easy prey.

"Oh, you know what I want.  What I really, really want."  The yellow unicorn sashayed a bit, letting his member peak out from underneath him.  Glenda rolled her eyes.  Such an unmannerly display of maleness would have put most mares off their lunch but Beam was a skilled seductor.  Gryphons loved to catch glimpses and hints of that particular piece of anatomy, it kicked off a 'hunt' instinct that was intoxicating.  Even now, Glenda found her tail twitching involuntarily at the sight - just enough to see it but not enough to see it fully.  "But what I want right now is to know if you - eurgh!"

Glenda's eyebrows rose slightly as the yellow unicorn finally regarded what was sitting in her talons, dripping nasty liquids on the carpet.

"Took you long enough, flank."  She purposefully left out either 'hot' or 'hole,' letting the stallion fill the thought in with his own preference.  She did need some help right then and insulting her potential ... savior would not do the carpeting any favors.  "Be a dear and get the door, wouldn't want this nasty mess all over the hallway, would we?"

Beam looked between the sopping amorphous blob in her talons and her face a few times - growing more ill each glance - before sparking off his horn and wrenching the door open.  Without another word, he turned on his tail and headed towards his own apartments, four sealed doors down.  Glenda smirked at his retreating backside. both enjoying her minor victory over the infuriatingly hot and annoying stallion as well as his finely shaped flank as it swayed to hi-

"Ahem."  Glenda's pupils shrank to pinpricks as a stallion actually spoke that word rather than clearing his throat.  Whipping her head around, she gave Blue Belle her widest and - admittedly - fake-est grins, blushing through her feathers.  Blue, in turn, regarded her through slitted eyes.  "Did you like what you saw, Glenda dear?"

"Who, Beam?  Nah, he's too boney for me, love!  You know that!"  Not that he really was - Beam was one of the hottest stallions she'd ever laid eyes on but that meant nothing if his personality was absolute garbage.  "Uhm, I got you something..."  Blue looked down to regard her burden, his brow wrinkling before both eyes shot open and the widest smile she'd ever seen grace his face burst out.

"Is that Cudson River clay?!"  The earth pony reached out and prodded the still dripping mass of gooey earth, doing whatever magic it was to clay that he could work so marvelously.  "It is!  OH GLENDA!"

Without missing a beat, the earth pony sculptor reared up and wrapped his fore legs around her neck, squeezing until the hen could barely breath.  As he hugged her, Glenda noticed his tail swishing about behind him - a sure sign of his pleasure.  Letting up, the blue stallion propped himself against her shoulders and regarded her with an extremely happy smile.

"Uh, Blue?  I think there's more on us now then is useable."  Both flock mates - herd mates, lovers, what-have-you - looked over the clinging clay that now covered the pair of them.  Blue blushed, avoiding Glenda's eyes as he lowered himself to the ground.

"There's enough, Glen.  There's always enough."