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Fun Bus To Manehattan	By : RagingSemi Category: +M through R > My Little Pony Views: 7519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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  Fun Bus to Manehattan

“I’m sooo hooorny-y-y!” Pinkie Pie cried, twitching in her seat.
“Ugh,” Twilight said. “Listen, Pinkie. We’ve been over all this before. That’s why we’re here. We’re all horny.”
“Oh, it’s simply awful,” whined Rarity. “I can’t get a thing done in my shop.”
“I’m hotter than a johnnycake in July,” Applejack said.
“This. Sucks. So. Much,” Rainbow Dash cursed.
“I’m so embarrassed,” squeaked Fluttershy.
“Fluttershy,” said Twilight, “you don’t have to be embarrassed. It’s not your fault. It’s perfectly natural. All mares go through the same thing.”
“Natural schmatural,” Dash said. “What I want to know is what we’re going to do about it!”
“It’s this stupid, podunk, hill-billy redneck shitberg,” Applejack said. “Oh, don’t you give me that look. This place is ridiculous and I’m fed up. You know how few stallions there are in this town? It’s like something out of the dark ages.”
Twilight placed a hoof on her face and sighed. She jotted down a few notes on a scrap of paper. “OK,” she said. “What about Mr. Breezy?”
“Gelded,” Applejack said. “Last fall. Remember that earthquake? His fan shop looked like a bull had run through an Italian restaurant.”
“Really?” Twilight asked. “Well, what about Mr. Cake?”
“Mrs. Cake,” Pinkie Pie said. “She’s got the whole Sugarcube Corner boarded up like Fort Trots. I can’t even get in to feed Gummy. She keeps pointing the shotgun at me.”
“Hmm. Blues?”
Fluttershy coughed and then spoke up, “I saw the Flower Trio chasing him through a meadow. They cornered him in a woodshed.”
Twilight screamed in frustration. “OK, so what about... what about... what about Big Macintosh?”
“Now wait just a minute...,” Applejack said.
“He got hurt,” Rarity said. “Bruised ribs. He’s always the first casualty of rutting season.”
“Well, listen,” Twilight started to get angry. “I’m out of ideas. If any one of you has any ideas, I’m all ears.”
There was silence as all the other ponies looked each other in the eyes. “Well...,” Applejack finally said.
“Yes?”
“Seems ta me the problem is that there just aren’t enough stallions in Ponyville to be servicin’ all the ladies.”
“Uh huh.”
“So then, why don’t we just go somewhere that has a lot of fellas? Like Manehattan? They’ve got like four million stallions or something. I don’t even know if it’s rutting season up there yet. Maybe we could beat the rush.”
The commuter train pulled into Prance Central Station, having been dragged there by a heaving, sweaty team of stallions. It was really more of a terminal than a station, technically, as this was where the line ended. Rarity tried briefly to talk to the pullers as she exited the train, but all six of the friends were soon caught up in the hustle and bustle of the busy crowd.
They found a little space where they could congregate to talk one last time before they all went about their important business.
“Alright,” Twilight said. “Does everyone know the name of the hotel and where it is?” Everybody nodded. “OK, it’s nine in the morning now. We’ve got the rooms for one night, and then the train leaves tomorrow morning at eleven. That should be enough time, right?”
“Oh, certainly,” Rarity said.
“Not a problem,” AJ said.
“This. Sucks.” Rainbow Dash said.
“We shouldn’t have come,” Pinkie Pie said.
“Alright,” Twilight said. “If there isn’t anything else...”
Fluttershy squeaked. “Should we meet up at the hotel tonight?” she asked.
“Um, no,” Twlight said. “If we’re lucky we’re going to be bringing our... dates... back to our rooms.”
“Oh,” Fluttershy said. “OK. So, um, are we really splitting up?”
“That will probably improve our chances of... you know... dates,” Twilight said.
“OK,” Fluttershy said. “But um...”
“Yes?”
“Isn’t... um...”
“What?”
“Isn’t Manehattan a little bit... dangerous? I mean, there are so many ponies around here...and I heard they have crime here. I wouldn’t want to see any crime.”
“We shouldn’t have come,” Pinkie Pie said. “I told you all we shouldn’t have come.”
“Pinkie,” Twilight said. “Stop it. We heard it all on the train. Fluttershy, Manehattan is perfectly safe. Millions of ponies pass through here every year and...”
“Manehattan will chew you up and spit you out,” Pinkie said, an unusually sober look on her face. “I was here once. When I was a filly. I was attending a convention for Future Rock Farmers of Equestria. I stayed in the hotel, just like they said. But then all the other colts and fillies wanted to go out for a drink. ‘Just for fun’ they said. ‘It’s right across the street’ they said. Oh ho ho. They don’t tell you what happens in this town once the sun goes down. They don’t tell you about the pimps or the debutantes or what happens to the alligators that get flushed into the sewer...”
“Dang it, Pinkie, stop it,” Twilight said. “You’re scaring Fluttershy.”
“Yeah,” Applejack said. “Don’t you listen to her none, Fluttershy. I’ve been here before too, and it was perfectly fine. And I was just a little thing, not even with a cutie mark yet.”
“That’s right,” Rarity said. “This city is perfectly safe.”
“OK,” Fluttershy said.
“As long as you don’t go to the wrong neighborhoods,” Rarity added.
“What?” Fluttershy squeaked.
“This is stupid,” Rainbow Dash said. “Why do they even have crime? They should do something about it. This sucks.”
“Alright, alright, ALRIGHT!” Twilight screamed. A hundred different ponies turned to look at her but none of them lost their stride. They turned back around and went about their business; it was just another freak in freak city. Twilight was breathing heavily. Her face was flushed. She felt like she was about to burst into flames. “OK, OK. I can’t take this any more. I’m going to go and find myself a nice fat, long, hard date. Pinkie? You don’t like this city, you can wait here for the next train to Ponyville. Fluttershy? If you’re scared, you can take a cab straight to the hotel any time you want and lock yourself alone in your room if you really want. Rainbow Dash? You know what, I don’t even care any more. I’ll see you all here tomorrow. I’m sick of looking at you girls right now. I need some date.” They all watched her grumble as she walked off. They turned to look each other in the eye, then they all left separately to go about their business.
Twilight was the first to leave Prance Central Station, and the first to enter the subway system. She hadn’t told any of the other ponies, but the subway system was something she had wanted to see for a while. Not because of the trains themselves, or the tunnel system, but just the way the whole thing worked. Millions of ponies used the subway every day on their way to work, on their way to play, on their way back, and all of it ran smoothly and efficiently. It was really a modern marvel. She felt the same way about the skyscrapers. She’d probably hoof it on the way to the hotel, just so she could admire the architecture. She hoped for anything that was intellectually stimulating enough to distract her from her own body.
The doors slid open, the crowd jostled onto the train, and they were all packed in like sardines. Twilight couldn’t find a seat. At the next stop, more ponies got on and she ended up getting pushed backwards into a pole. The train set off for the next stop, bouncing and rattling down the rails. Twilight’s face turned a deep scarlet. She looked around, worried, but nobody seemed to notice. They all had their faces buried in their newspapers, or were looking up at the advertisements above the windows, or were just sort of staring vacantly at nothing. Nobody was looking. Nobody seemed to care that a stiff metal rod was sticking up between her cheeks. Maybe it wasn’t that big of a deal. Rutting season hadn’t come to Manehattan yet...maybe nobody knew Twilight’s problem.
The train stopped again. More ponies got off than got on. There was a little more space. Still, nobody paid any attention to her. That was a sort of crowd psychology common in big cities. She had read all about it in her books. There were so many ponies that nobody paid attention to any of them. Twilight stayed pressed up against the pole. The next leg of the route wasn’t as bouncy or bumpy as the first. When she was sure that nobody was watching, she occasionally bounced on her own hind hooves.
At the next stop, the train nearly cleared of all its passengers. There was an obese, elderly pony sitting on the bench with two grocery bags to either side of her, a stallion in a business suit leaning up against a seat back, his face buried in a magazine, and Twilight rubbing herself off on a pole. She tried to time it for when the lights would flicker, and the car would grow dim for a second or two. Both of the other ponies knew what she doing, actually, but they didn’t want to establish eye contact. She was just another weirdo, and they saw those every day in Manehattan.
Twilight got off the train at the next stop. She was flustered, but still determined to keep control over herself. She trotted up the steps and emerged from the underground on fifth avenue. It was only a couple of blocks down until 42nd street.
There it was. Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t told her friends about this either. Her friends had all wanted to come to Manehattan to find physical relief. She was okay with that. She didn’t hold it against them. She, on the other hand, had loftier goals. She had the willpower to put her lust aside for more intellectual pursuits.
It stretched out before her like some ancient temple. To her, it was almost like a temple, a religious experience; she felt full of grace. Twilight went rushing up the marble stairs, past those two glorious, giant statues of manticores that she remembered from all the pictures and films, and entered through the doors of the Manehattan Public Library.
Twilight was overjoyed as she strolled through the lobby. She kept looking up at the vaulted ceilings and mosaics and beautiful murals depicting famous moments in history or advancements in science. She spun around in place a few times, trying to take it all in. She carefully walked through the card catalogue section. It was an enormous room filled with enormous racks of drawers and ponies sifting through them one at a time. Some day, she knew, the whole card system would be antiquated in favor of something more efficient, but there would always be a place in her heart for it. She could fit her whole library between just two racks of these drawers. Libraries were supposed to be quiet, yet here her iron hooves clanged on the marble floor and no one seemed to mind. She wanted to take her camera out of her saddlebag for a quick picture, but she thought that would make her look like a tourist.
Soon after that, she was in amongst the books. “This is my natural habitat”, she told herself. It was a non-fiction section. She wasn’t sure which - she hadn’t been paying any attention to the signs and she didn’t care. The shelves towered way over her head. It reminded her of the library back at Canterlot. The books were bound in nondescript covers of blues and greens and browns. She didn’t really care what was in them; she was just happy to be surrounded by so much of the world’s condensed knowledge. She started getting ‘excited’ again, as she put it. If she were the last mare on earth, this is exactly where she’d come and spend eternity reading. Twilight turned down row after row, each looking exactly like the other. She had no idea where to start.
Twilight turned another corner and almost bumped into another pony. She jumped an inch or two into the air.
“Oh, I’m sorry, are you okay?” he asked in a voice that was loud enough to be heard but didn’t carry on past the both of them.
“Oh, excuse me,” Twilight blushed. “You startled me. I guess I got carried away.”
“Carried away?” he asked with a smile. Twilight looked him up and down. He was pretty cute. He was purple, just like she was. He had a horn, just like she did. He even had the same darker shade of mane.
“The books,” Twilight said. “All these books. I guess I got a little overwhelmed. I’m a real bibliophile, you see.”
“No kidding? Me too!” he told her. “Well, can I help you find anything?”
“Oh, no thank you. I’m just sort of browsing for the moment.”
“Are you sure? I’m a librarian. My name’s Dusk. I can help you find anything you need.”
Pinkie Pie was the last to leave the station. She watched all the others leave her. She wanted to shout out to them one last time and tell them it all wasn’t worth it. She knew that it was hopeless; it was impossible to argue with a mare in heat.
Pinkie was a mare in heat herself. She still didn’t know how they had managed to get her on the train in the first place. Manehattan was awful. She was half tempted to get back on the train and go straight back to Ponyville. Maybe with five less mares in town, that would improve her odds.
She sighed in frustration. That just wouldn’t cut it. It would be another uncomfortable hours-long trip back to Ponyville. That meant hours of squirming and sweating and fantasizing about a stallion’s big, hard cock. Pinkie didn’t think she could wait that long.
She resigned herself to trying to get laid in Manehattan. She looked around. The main lobby of the station was enormous. There were hundreds of other ponies milling about. It almost felt like some kind of church or temple. She could probably just ask a stallion in here, but somehow that didn’t strike her as being appropriate.
The exit from the building left her out on the street. “Yep,” Pinkie said to herself, “this is the same old Manehattan.” Traffic, noise, Manehattanites everywhere. Each one of them was probably some rapist or axe murderer or investment banker. Pinkie found a little spot on the sidewalk where she could get out of the way of the bustling crowd. She took off her saddlebags, laid them down by her hooves and took out her map.
The hotel wasn’t that far away. There were a number of nightclubs and bars and other places that eligible bachelors might frequent. Hopefully, Pinkie thought, she could get this taken care of fast, and maybe catch an early train back to Ponyville.
Pinkie folded up the map and bent down to stuff it back into her saddlebags. The only problem was that her saddlebags were gone. It was just her, and her map, standing there on the sidewalk. Just a few seconds in the city and nearly all of her possessions had been stolen. Okie dokie lokie. Pinkie tossed the map in a trashcan, and walked over to a policepony, who probably could have seen the whole thing if he had just been paying attention. Pinkie wondered if he was some kind of double agent for the mob or something.
“Excuse me,” she said to him.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“I’ve just been robbed.”
“Really, ma’am? Where?”
“Right over there,” she pointed. “I set my saddlebags down for a second, and when I looked up they were gone.”
“Oh,” said the police officer. “Well... do you have description of the suspect? Which way they headed?”
“No.”
“Well... did you see him at all, ma’am?”
“No,” Pinkie sighed forlornly.
“Ah. Well then, ma’am. I’m afraid that there’s not an awful lot I can do to help you.”
“I understand,” she said. Pinkie looked down as she shuffled her front hooves. “So... um...”
“Yes?”
“Do you...”
“Ma’am?”
“Do you want to come back to my hotel room with me and fuck me senseless?”
“Ma’am, I’m going to pretend you did not just ask me that question.”
“But...”
“Move along, ma’am,” he told her, avoiding eye contact.
“But...”
“Move along, ma’am,” he ordered her, reaching down to pull out his nightstick.
Pinkie Pie moved along. She grumbled on her way. That was some police officer. She paid their salaries with her taxes, the least they could do is help out a mare in distress. The police motto was to serve and protect, she muttered under her breath. Maybe they should do a little less protecting and a little more servicing.
“Hey,” Pinkie said to a passing pony wearing a business suit. He glanced at her. “Wanna fuck?” He looked straight ahead and cantered away quickly. “Gelding!” she screamed after him.
Pinkie saw a stallion with a hot dog cart. She started to salivate at the thought of all that ketchup sliding down her throat. She trotted over. “Hey, lady,” he said. “Wanna hot dog?”
“No, but I’ll suck on your wiener. Wanna fuck me?”
“Lady! I don’t run that kind of business!” he told her. “HOT DOGS!” he shouted towards the rest of the crowd, trying to ignore her. “Get your hot dogs! Take my hot dogs! Please!”
Pinkie Pie walked on, more upset than ever. Business, the jerk had said. He didn’t run that kind of business.
“Wait a minute!” Pinkie said out loud. The other ponies gave her a wide berth as they pushed their way down the sidewalk. “Business! That’s what I need! A prostitute!” Pinkie hurried down the street, looking for the nearest male hooker. She had seen plenty the last time she was there. The other students had... no, no. She didn’t want to think about that right now. She just wanted to fuck and go home.
It was odd how once you wanted to find a little vice it was nowhere to be seen. She turned down another street, and another, and another. She didn’t know where she was, but she didn’t really care. There! Finally, she spotted one. There was a little group of them working the corner. She went up to the nearest one. He was wearing a neon pink saddle and fishnet stockings.
“Hi!” she said cheerfully.
“Well, hello,” he said. “Can I help you, sugarcube?”
“Boy and how,” she said. “I am so horny you would not believe it.”
“Wow, you sure know what you’re looking for. And you can pay up?”
“I sure can!” she lied. “Whatever the price. Um... how much is it?”
“Ten bits and I’ll eat you out. Twenty bits and I’ll fuck you. Fifty and anything goes.”
“Oh, wow. I’ll take the fifty.”
“Can you say that again, sugarcube?”
“The fifty, the fifty!” she hopped up and down.
“I’m sorry, sugarcube. You see, I’m a little hard of hearing. Could you say specifically what it is you want, in exchange for money, right into that suspicious little lump under my saddle?”
“Oh, sure. I would like for you to service me sexually in any way that I want in exchange for fifty Equestrian bits.” She had a big toothy grin on her face.
“Ma’am,” he said. “You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. Anything you say can and will be used against you in...”
Pinkie screamed. She leapt into the air, then jumped into traffic. “Hey!” he, and the other undercover cops shouted. There was the terrible screeching of wheels and the screams of on-lookers. There was the crunch of metal on metal. Somehow, Pinkie avoided getting hurt. She turned to see the cops racing after her. She ducked into more traffic, causing more accidents. She was losing them. There, at the end of the street, she saw green. It was the park. Pinkie galloped for it, leapt over the fence, and then vanished into the shrubbery.
Applejack strolled happily down the street. She was taking in all the sights this time. She felt much more comfortable with being in the big city on this visit. As soon as they had separated back at the train station, she had headed straight for the little filly’s room to stow her hat away in her saddlebag, then do up her hair just like they had done it the last time.
As much as she had missed the farm when she stayed in Manehattan all those years ago, there was a little part of her that actually missed the city. Every now and then she would day dream that she was some fancy pants, big city socialite, just like all those fancy mares in the movies.
She wondered if she could pull it off. Applejack left the station and headed for midtown. Unlike the others, Applejack knew exactly where she was going today. That said, she decided she’d take a little tour up towards the theater district. Applejack sauntered up Broadway. She even walked the way they had taught her.   She could have balanced a book on the top of her head.
At first, no ponies even paid attention to her. She had expected that. The big city was a pretty impersonal place. Then she started to get a few looks. Stallions would tip their hats and grin as they walked past. Bellhops and doorponies started to go out of their way to say hello to her. She only got more confident as she walked on. At one point she passed a construction site, and all the construction workers started to hoot and holler. She gave them a little encouragement. First by slightly waving her front hoof, then turning herself around a couple of times. It only drove them crazier. It was hard to give up all the attention but she eventually walked on.
Stallions. There were stallions everywhere. That part of her plan had worked out perfectly. There were millions of them in this city. She could see them on every street corner: Police officers and cab drivers, millionaires and hobos, politicians and gangsters. There were stallion bicycle mail carriers, businessponies, students, cooks, doctors, actors, carpenters, architects, street performers, and loiterers. You name it, there were stallions for it. You couldn’t throw a stone without hitting a stallion. And each and every single one of them had a big pair of dangly balls and a little fuzzy sheath underneath them. You could even go ahead and look at them without embarrassing yourself. Why, she even spotted a zebra or two.
“No siree,” Applejack thought to herself, “it won’t be a problem getting laid around here.” None of her friends would have a problem either. Even Fluttershy could get her itch scratched in a town like this. A doorpony let her through the front entrance of a high-rise apartment building. Why, every single one of them might get stud-serviced three or four times before it’d be time to head back to Ponyville. Applejack rode the elevator all the way up. This might just become an annual tradition for the six of them. Might even become a holiday. She walked down the elegant, carpeted hallway. No sharing stallions in this city, not anymore. There would be a stallion for each of them, and they’d never have the awkward problems of running into them during the off season. Applejack knocked on the door. Shoot, this city was so big, there were probably tens of thousands of eligible bachelor stallions for her and each one of her five friends.
“Hello?” asked the stallion who swung open the door.
“Well howdy, Uncle Orange!” Applejack said cheerfully. “I came ta pay you a visit!”
Rainbow Dash left the station in a huff. She was angry for a lot of different reasons. She was angry at her body for having to go through this every so often. She was angry at the solution to the problem. She was angry that she had to go through so much effort. She was angry that she had to be dragged all the way to Manehattan.
She hit the streets and headed off in a random direction. The city stunk. She hated it the second she saw it. It wasn’t anything like Cloudsdale. Cloudsdale was heaven compared to this dump. There was fresh air in Cloudsdale. Hell, they manufactured fresh air in Cloudsdale.
This city was all cement and grime and smells from all the different ponies and food carts and garbage and who knew what else. There were more earth ponies and unicorns then pegasus ponies, it seemed to her, and the city was built around them. There was a network of streets going everywhere. There was traffic that you were supposed to wait for if you wanted to cross. Most of the buildings had only a single entrance, and it was on the ground floor. It was nuts.
The other ponies were nuts too. They never even said hello or looked you in the eye. Ponies would just walk right past Dash without even acknowledging her. Sometimes they would even bump into her if she didn’t leap out of their way. They were rude too. They would bark at her if she tried to start up a conversation.
Rainbow Dash just couldn’t figure out how the whole city worked. The more she saw of it the more disgusted she got. She was surprised the city hadn’t collapsed a hundred years ago. This was no way to live. She wanted space; she wanted freedom. Here every pony was crammed in next to each other. They were feeding off their own hatred and frustration. She saw two ponies getting into a heated argument over a single parking spot. It was just because one wanted to back in, and the other wanted to come in straight. It was ridiculous. She almost tripped over a homeless pony because she wasn’t looking where she was going.
The homeless mare was all stretched out on the sidewalk. She was covered in newspaper and filth. Drunk, apparently, or maybe hopped up on whatever kind of awful drugs went around in this dump. Horse tranquilizers maybe, or worse.
Dash kept walking, turning corners more or less randomly. The theory was that she was supposed to find some stallion and screw his brains out. She was pretty sure that wasn’t going to happen. The city kept getting worse and worse as she walked on. She must have been entering one of those ‘bad neighborhoods’ as they called it. She saw a wheel-less cart sitting on cinder blocks. There was a scummy old tenement building that was all boarded up. One of the plywood boards had been pulled off, and there were ponies climbing in and out of the place. They looked rough. They looked like criminals.
Crime. Rainbow Dash wanted to spit in disgust. They didn’t have crime back in Ponyville. Sure, every now and then there was damaged property, or somebody would take something without asking permission, but there wasn’t anything so bad that it couldn’t be cleared up after a few minutes and an apology. Nobody ever got hurt.
Things weren’t like that here, though. Here there was serious crime. Ponies got hurt, or worse. Rainbow Dash didn’t know who she despised more. There were the criminals, of course, but on the other hoof, the criminals wouldn’t even exist if the ponies of Manehattan didn’t put up with them. The city was an apple rotten from the inside out. The mayor was to blame, and everyone else on down the line too. The ponies who lived here weren’t ponies; they were mice. Cowards being led to slaughter.
Dash couldn’t understand why there wasn’t anyone who would just stand up to the criminals. It shouldn’t be that hard. Criminals were weak-willed and cowardly by their very nature.
There was a scream. Dash snapped out of her deep thoughts. There was a mare across the street. Some stallion was stealing her saddlebags right off her back. There was a tussle. The mare got shoved and fell to the ground. The bag-snatcher took off on hoof. Here was her big chance.
“Hey!” Rainbow Dash screamed. The crook ducked into an alley. Dash ran out into traffic and was nearly flattened by a horse-drawn bus. It screeched to a halt and there were screams and shouts. She ignored all of it and took a big, flying leap over the next three lanes of traffic. She rushed into the alley in pursuit.
Dash only caught a glimpse of him as he turned corners in the maze-like alleyways. She raced over puddles of muck and around over-filled dumpsters. The crook might be able to hide, but he couldn’t run. Not from Rainbow Dash. She was getting closer, and closer.
He turned one last corner, just feet ahead of her, and then Dash knew she had him.
“Hey!” Dash shouted again as she rounded the corner herself. “Stop right there and...” The criminal had already stopped. He had stopped and turned around. There was a smile on his face. It was probably because right behind him there were another dozen of his criminal associates. They were grinning too. They all had the same sort of vest and all the same color. It was a gang. Dash started to back up, suddenly afraid for her life.
“Stop right there and what, Rainbow?” the first one asked. He only called her that because of her mane. He didn’t really know her name, but it unnerved her. She looked up. The alley was way too narrow. The space above was cluttered with fire escapes and laundry lines. She was in serious danger. “Is there something you want to tell us?” he asked. “Is there something you want to do to us? Because I think there’s something we’d like to do to you.”
Dash gulped. She heard the sound of a switch blade being popped open. She heard the sound of someone running up behind her. She turned, but there was nobody there. She turned back to the gang and then all hell broke loose.
Something fell from up above. It landed in the middle of the gang. Dash only caught a glimpse of it as it fell, black and shapeless.   There were screams. There were thuds and thumps and more screams. The gang fell in towards the interloper, then fell back out again as they were kicked and beaten and tossed. One by one each of the gang members fell to the pavement unconscious.
Dash only got a good look at him as the last few of the criminals were beaten senseless. He moved so fast Dash could hardly even see him. He was a blur. And then, as soon as it had started, it was over. He stood before her, black as night. No, his coat was white. But his... costume. His costume was black. It covered nearly every square inch of his massive body; the cowl even covered most of his face.
“Are you OK, miss?” he asked in a deep, gruff voice. “Did they hurt you in any way?”
“Um... no,” was just about all she could manage to say.
“Here’s your saddle bag, miss,” he tossed it to her and she snatched it out of the air, dumbfounded. He reached for his strange belt and pulled out some kind of device. “You know, you really should try to stay out of the alleyways, especially in this part of town. It’s a shame, but there are criminals lurking in every dark corner.” It was a grappling hook. He placed it in some kind of hollow tube. There was a loud pop of compressed air and the hook went shooting up into the sky, trailing a long thin wire behind it. It caught on the top of a building, and he fixed it to his belt. He didn’t even have any wings, Dash noticed. He was just an earth pony with a cape. The most amazing earth pony she had ever seen.
“Wait!” Dash screamed, her mouth finally finding words. “Who are you?”
He turned to her one last time. “I’m the Fifth Horseman,” he said. There was a whizzing noise, and the pony went shooting into the air, and was lost of the edge of a six story building.
“Whoa,” Dash whispered.
Twilight left the group, and Fluttershy didn’t know what to do. The others started to walk away, and Fluttershy still didn’t know what to do. She approached an information kiosk; maybe they would know what to do. She asked the zebra lady in the kiosk for directions to the hotel. Fluttershy didn’t really want to bother any stallions with her own personal problem, so she thought that it would be best to just go straight to the hotel and wait for the train in the morning.
The lady at the kiosk wasn’t able to hear her properly and understand her question. Maybe it was the thick plexiglass. So Fluttershy spoke louder, but the lady still couldn’t hear. She practically shouted, but even then the zebra lady couldn’t hear. Fluttershy didn’t understand how she could do her job with such a thick, impenetrable sound barrier around her. There was a line forming behind her. Fluttershy felt bad about it, so she got out of line with her questions unanswered.
Fluttershy left the station. She had to stop for a moment and take in the view of the city. It was exciting and new and wonderful and terrifying all at the same time. Fluttershy shivered, overwhelmed. She had to get to the hotel before something bad happened.
She saw a taxi. It was waiting in front of the station. Twilight had said that if there was ever any problem, they could just take a taxi. Maybe the driver would know how to get there. She hustled down the steps and was about to get in when a pony wearing a business suit pushed past her and got in the cab himself. The cab drove away.
“Oh, um, I’m sorry,” Fluttershy apologized. She looked around. There were other ponies hailing cabs. Some were whistling, some were waving, some were just holding up their hooves. Fluttershy could have done that, but she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to bother anybody by making a spectacle of herself.
Fluttershy started walking down the street. “Maybe,” she thought to herself, “if I just keep walking I’ll get to the hotel eventually.” She walked for hours, but never found the hotel. She started wondering if she was still in Manehattan. It didn’t look like the same city as when she had started. The buildings were still big, but almost everything else looked different. All of the signs were in Chinese and there were all sorts of Chinese foodstuffs in the windows of the shops. Even many of the ponies were Chinese. Then she walked through another neighborhood where everything was Italian. Then another neighborhood, but she didn’t even know what ethnicity it was.
There sure were an awful lot of zebras. Not that Fluttershy had a problem with zebras. It was just that it wasn’t long ago that she didn’t even know what a zebra was. The only one she had ever met lived back home in the Everfree Forest. She saw dozens, hundreds of them. Mare zebras, stallion zebras, married zebras with little colt and filly zebras. There were plenty of other species too. She saw mules and donkeys and goats.   She saw ungulates that she didn’t even have a name for. There were things like goats, but hairier and with long, curvy horns. There were great big black things, kind of like cows, that had enormous horns that curved down. There was some enormous thing. It was very tall. It was yellowish with brown spots and two stubby little horns on top of its head which was at the end of a very, very, very long neck. Fluttershy would have liked to go up and talk to it, but she was too shy. If only it had been one of her little animal friends.
Before Fluttershy knew it, the sun had started to go down. The buildings casted long, deep shadows. It was growing dark, and she still hadn’t found the hotel. She started to grow nervous. Maybe, she realized, she shouldn’t have sat next to Pinkie Pie on the train. Pinkie had been telling her all sorts of awful, scary stories about Manehattan. About how all the weird ponies come out after dark, and what they might do to lonesome mares that they catch. Sometimes they mug them. Sometimes they do... worse. The thought of that happening continued to plague her mind as the sky grew darker. On one hoof, the reason why she had come here with the other girls was because she wanted it, but she wouldn’t want it if she didn’t want it. It was so confusing. She was feeling like she was being watched. She almost always felt that way, but it was intensified this time. She could have sworn that there was someone behind her, following her, but she was too afraid to look.
Fluttershy wasn’t paying attention, and she bumped into some other pony. “Oh, excuse me,” she said.
“Watch where you’re going!” the pony barked at her.
Fluttershy was startled by his anger, and she backed into someone else. “Outta the way!” the other pony bellowed.
Fluttershy panicked. She screeched and took off down a dark alley, where she would be safe. The strange thing was, once she got down into the alley she didn’t feel safe any more. She could hardly see a thing...and it stunk. There weren’t many directions to run in. Fluttershy turned back to the alley’s entrance.
Her heart jumped into her throat. There was some pony standing there, silhouetted against the light from the street. He was just standing there, staring at her, or at least in her direction. Fluttershy turned around and started to walk away, further down the alleyway. She heard the clopping of hooves on asphalt behind her. He really was following her. She quickened to a trot, but so did he. A canter, a gallop. Still her pursuer kept up the pace. Fluttershy sprinted as fast as she could, tears streaming from her eyes, and a hopeless wail escaped her lips. She turned a corner and screamed. The alley had led her into a dead end. There was a door; the back entrance to some kind of business, but when she tried the knob it was locked.
Her pursuer rounded the corner. He found Fluttershy huddled into a corner of the alleyway.
“Please!” she begged. “I’m sorry! I’ll do whatever you want! Just don’t hurt me!”
“Miss! Miss!” he said. She squealed. “You misunderstand. You are mistaken. I do not want to hurt you.” Fluttershy opened her eyes and looked up. She could see him well in the light from the little bulb above the back door. He was a zebra. A handsome male zebra. He spoke fluent English, but with a thick accent. She had no idea where he was from, but he had a beautiful musical accent. “You misunderstand, miss,” he said, and extended a hoof to her. “I saw that you were frightened. I only want to help you.”
Rarity followed Twilight out of Prance Central Station. Like Twilight, she had her own ulterior motives for making this trip that she hadn’t told anyone else about. Unlike Twilight, she fully intended to have her physical cravings satisfied. Twilight entered the subway. Rarity hailed a cab.
“Where to, darling?” the driver asked.
“Take me to the Garment District, please,” Rarity said. “Anywhere is fine.”
The Garment District. A hundred years ago it had been filled with sweatshops. Textile mills filled with choking dust and the mares and foals who ran the machines all night for little pay. There was even an infamous fire where many had died. The conditions were horrible, but the industry had helped drive the economy that turned Manehattan into the world class city that it was today.
Those days were long gone. The industry had changed. Now the Garment District was the fashion capital of Equestria. It was one of the leading sites for fashion in all the world. Rarity had already made some headway into Canterlot’s fashion circle, but Manehattan was a whole different ballgame. Photo Finish had a studio here. Hoity Toity had an office. There were others, even bigger names.
Rarity watched the buildings pass by outside the window of her cab. The driver was talking, but she wasn’t listening. Some day she would be here, in Manehattan. She would have her own modeling business. And a fashion line. She’d have some fancy multi-million dollar penthouse apartment on the top of one of these tall buildings, where she could look out at her view of the entire city while sipping wine with the most spectacular celebrities in the world.
The taxi dropped her off at a random corner. Rarity paid the driver and gave him a generous tip. It was probably a little more than she could really afford, but she was so grateful to be there. She looked around. She didn’t recognize any of the buildings, but the names on the building directories she knew very, very well.
Her friends had all come to Manehattan to have sex and fulfill their lusts. Rarity came here to make a splash; to make a career for herself in the fashion industry. There wasn’t any reason why she couldn’t do both.
Now, she thought to herself, to get to work.
Clip Klop, one of the three most important fashion designers in the entire world, trotted down the corridor to the lobby of his building. Expensive post-modern and neo-expressionist paintings hung on the wall. His entire entourage of interns and models and body guards and lesser designers struggled to keep up with him. His attention was focused on a sketch on a piece paper that floated in front of him.
“Is this any good?” he moaned. “Oh, I just can’t tell anymore.”
“It should be pink,” said one of the lesser designers.
“No, aquamarine,” said another. “And the accents be satin, if anything.”
“Really?” asked Clip Klop.
“Silk,” said a third. “Definitely silk.”
“Gray,” said a mysterious new voice. It wasn’t a part of the entourage. Clip Klop stopped in his tracks and his followers nearly tripped over him. He turned to look where the voice had come from. There was a beautiful white unicorn lounging on a black leather divan.
“Gray?” he asked.
“Gray,” she said, and turned to look at him. “And it doesn’t matter what fabric is used. It could be burlap, as long as the model has a brown coat.”
“Gray,” Clip Klop whispered, looking back at the sketch. “You know what? I... I... I... think you’re right.” By the time he looked up, she had gotten up and was standing before him. She had magicked a number of her own sketches out of her saddlebag and was passing them directly to Clip Klop.
“And YOU are?” one of the interns asked her.
Rarity ignored the question. “Gray is the new orange, actually,” she told Clip Klop. “And certain shades of brown.”
“Oh,” said Clip Klop, looking at each sketch. “Oh. These... these are good. At least I think these are good. Hoof, are these good?” Clip Klop turned to Bischoofburger, another noted fashion luminary, who nodded and grunted. “These are good,” Clip Klop said. “I like this one. How much do you want for this one? Five?”
“I was thinking ten,” Rarity said.
“Hoof? Do you have any money?” Clip Klop asked him. Hoof nodded again. “Well, pay her. Oh, and I like this one. And this one. What did you say your name was, dear?”“Rarity, darling.”
“Have we met before?”
“Oh, I’m not sure if I recall. I’ve worked with so many ponies. Hoity Toity. Photo Finish...”
“Hoity, you say? Oh, well that just won’t do.”
One of the interns sniffed. “How come I’ve never heard of you?” she whined.
“I really can’t say,” Rarity said. “Even though that is one of my dresses that you’re wearing.” The intern looked down at the green ensemble that Rarity had originally designed for Fluttershy. The intern had the entirely wrong color coat. “Of course, that’s one of last year’s designs. Maybe that explains a thing or two.”
“Oh, and this one,” Clip Klop ignored the entire exchange. Nobody else did.
“Can I keep one?” Hoof asked. “It’s my money. I want to keep one.”
“Uh, sure you can have one,” Clip Klop whined. “You always get to keep the nice things.” Hoof took one of Rarity’s drawings and began to admire it.
“There’s plenty more where that came from, darling,” Rarity said.
“I certainly hope so, dear,” Clip Klop said. “Oh, we simply have to talk about this. We have to talk about you, dear!”
“Dinner?” Rarity asked.
“Absolutely!” Clip Klop said. “Hoof’s treat.”
“Oh, Dusk? Wow, what a coincidence. My name’s Twilight.” They shook hooves.
“Hey, and even our coats match. That is odd. Twilight? So we’re both named for parts of the night sky after sunset. Twilight always was my favorite part of the evening.”
Twlight blushed. “Really? Mine’s dusk. That’s when the first stars come out, except for Venus, of course. Ha ha. When you see them, that’s when you know it’s going to be a great night for star gazing.”
“Oh,” said Dusk. “So you’re visiting from out of town?”
“How did you know?”“You like to star gaze. None of that around here. There’s too much light pollution.”
“Oh, that sounds awful!”
“Yeah, well, it isn’t all bad. There’s a good planetarium.” He smiled at her. She smiled back. There was a long, awkward pause when neither could think of anything to say. “So, um,” he finally spoke up, “where are you from?”
“Oh, it’s just a tiny little farming town. I’m sure you’ve never even heard of it or seen it on a map. It’s called Ponyville.”
“Ponyville? Sure, I’ve never been, but I know where it is.”
“Really? But it’s barely a tiny little dot on the map.”
“Well, OK. But the little dots are what make maps interesting. At least to me anyway. I minored in cartography back before I got into library science.”
“Ooo, library science was my second choice after magic.”
“No kidding? Hey, is that why you’re here? You wanted to see the world famous Manehattan Public Library?”
“Uh huh!”
“Great! Hey, want me to take you on a tour?”
“That would be lovely,” Twilight agreed. They walked side by side as Dusk led her through the aisles back towards the lobby.
“The usual tour is a little less than an hour. But the special tour is more like two hours. Do you have time for that?”
“Oh, I have all day, actually.”
“Really? How long are you in town?”
“Just for the day. I’m leaving tomorrow morning.”
“You came all the way just to see the library? I’m impressed.”
“Actually,” Twilight blushed. “That’s not why I’m in town. Technically. You see, my girlfriends and I, we all came to Manehattan to...”“Yes?”
“Boy, this is much more embarrassing to explain than I thought it would be.”
“Listen, you don’t have to...”
“No, no. A pony should always be open and honest. It’s just... there’s a big gender imbalance in Ponyville... and... it’s... estrus cycle.”
“Pardon?”
Twilight shut her eyes and forced the words out. “I’m going through the estrus cycle. We all are. There aren’t many males in Ponyville, so we thought we’d all come to Manehattan because there are more males and it might... improve... our odds.”
“Oh,” said Dusk. “OH! Oh. Well, hey, that’s nothing you should be embarrassed about. It’s just basic biology.”
“I was telling my friend Fluttershy the exact same thing. You know, all of my friends are out there now, getting... their business taken care of. And that’s fine, I’m not holding it against them. But I thought I’d try to put mind over temptation, and see the library instead.
“When in doubt, go to a library. That’s what I always say.”
“I don’t even know why I’m doing it. I guess I just don’t like my body being in charge, you know? It’s not easy.”
“You know what I like to do whenever I have a problem?”
“What’s that?”
“Read about it in books!”
Half an hour later, they had both gathered all their material. They found a little table down in the basement. The basement still had many shelves of books, just like all the other floors, but it got far fewer visitors, so they would be able to discuss their subject aloud. They were both giddy; it felt like an old-fashioned study session from their days at college. Each of them had collected as much written material on pony sexuality as they could grab.
They had encyclopedias. Medical texts. Sociological studies. Trashy novels. Famous banned books. Psychological studies. Compilations of essays. Classical epic poems. Romances from the middle ages. Anything they could find. They started to open them and read randomly.
“‘Estrus cycle’,” Twilight read allowed. “‘When mares become sexually receptive. Regulated by gonadotropic hormones...’ gonadotropic? That means originating in the gonads, right? Ovaries? ‘...estrogen secretions exert their most significant influence. Profound physiological and psychological changes occur within the mare.’”
Dusk opened a different book. It was an old English translation of an ancient Sanksrit erotic prose piece, the Kama Trotra. “‘In the beginning of coition the passion of the mare is middling, and she cannot bear the vigorous thrusts of her lover, but by degrees her passion increases until she ceases to think about her body, and then finally she wishes to stop from further coition.’ Huh, I’m not exactly sure what that’s supposed to mean.”
Twilight took over. “‘A signal of estrus may be lordosis, in which the mare spontaneously elevates her hind quarters.’ Oh, yeah. That’s real sexy,” Twilight sneered.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Dusk said, picking up on her sarcasm. “I’ve heard there are some guys who are really into butts. Not me though. This friend I know...” He skipped ahead a few chapters in his book. “‘When she lowers her head and raises her middle parts, it is called the 'widely opened position'. At such a time the man should apply some unguent, so as to make the entrance easy. When she raises her thighs and keeps her yuni wide apart and engages in congress, it is called the 'yawning position'.’ Huh.”
“‘A mare’,” Twilight continued, “‘may also signal her reception towards a stallion by the raising of her tail, revealing her vulva, and, occasionally, expressing urine.’ Ugh! This is disgusting!”
“Well,” said Dusk. “It’s biology. You should always remain clinically detached when it comes to biology. Um. ‘When, in the same way, she puts the half of his lingam into her mouth, and forcibly kisses and sucks it, this is called 'sucking a mango fruit'.’ Goodness.” Neither of them noticed, but he was starting to sweat.
“‘Winking’,” said Twilight. “The controlled or uncontrolled flexing of the muscles of a vulva in a mare in heat, accompanied by the dramatic protrusion of the engorged clitoris.’”
“What?” said Dusk, looking up. “Really? I... I... I... I... I... I didn’t know. Really?”
“Sometimes I do it in the shower,” Twilight said, staring into Dusk’s big purple eyes.“Oh,” said Dusk, looking back down at the text. “‘'Such passionate actions and amorous gesticulations or movements, which arise on the spur of the moment, and during sexual intercourse, cannot be defined, and are as irregular as dreams. A horse having once attained the fifth degree of motion goes on with blind speed, regardless of pits, ditches, and posts in his way; and in the same manner a loving pair become blind with passion in the heat of congress, and go on with great impetuosity, paying not the least regard to excess.’” He looked back up at her, unable to go on. Her nose was still buried in her book. Her little spiral horn was pointing up towards him, just barely parting her beautiful blue mane. He swallowed hard.
“‘When not erect’,” Twilight read out loud. “‘The penis is housed in the prepuse, or sheath. But when erect, can nearly double in length, to over three and a half feet. The glans, or head of the penis, swells to over three or four times its size.’” Twilight looked up. She was sweating too. Heavily. Their eyes met. They peered into each other’s souls. Twilight went on, now from memory. “The spongy tissue of the glans, during the male orgasm, will ‘flare’, dramatically increasing in volume. This will ensure the semen remains inside the mare during ejaculation. During ejaculation, a virile stallion may ejaculate up to...,” Twilight quickly glanced down at the text and then back up at Dusk, “... a full liter of semen into a mare’s receptive vagina.” Dusk leaned in close to Twilight. “A full liter of hot, gooey, rich semen.”
Dusk jumped over the little table. He pressed his lips into Twilight’s, and she went falling over backwards. Books went flying everywhere.
It was dark. Dark and wet. Pinkie could still see though. She could see everything. She saw the snail inches from her face. She watched it crawl up the rose branch. It crawled straight over the large, sharp thorn. It passed its entire soft, defenseless body over that hard, dagger like object and kept crawling up the branch. Unharmed. Unbroken. It was as if the snail hadn’t even noticed the thorn. The thorn was Manehattan. Pinkie...Pinkie had to be the snail.
Pinkie focused past the snail, past the rose bush she was lurking behind. Deep focus. She saw the park. Central Park. A few lampposts were illuminating the walkways. No one was out. No one was out except for the police. The police were everywhere. They had been looking for her for hours in numerous patrols. There were the police in uniform, angry and unhelpful; the police dressed up as prostitutes, trying to trick her; the police dressed up as families, pushing baby foals in strollers; the police dressed up as squirrels.
They were searching. Searching in patrols. They were going about it methodically. Pinkie Pie grinned. They would never catch her that way. There wasn’t any method to her madness. No method at all.
Pinkie wasn’t pink. She was brown. Only the whites of her eyes could possibly give away her position. She had smeared herself with mud. Her normally curly hair was straight, and hanging down, some plastered to her body. She used mud to hide herself from the police. They were using infrared sensors. Infrared sensors in the black helicopters. Black helicopters. In whisper-mode.
Pinkie watched the police go by. Usually they moved in groups. She waited. Waited until there was only one of them passing by. She could handle one. Pinkie Pie was on duty. She had a mission. That mission was to find a cock, and fuck the hell out of it. Once accomplished, she could return to friendly territory. So she would have to wait. Find one solitary cop, then drop the Bomb on him.
Pinkie waited. A group of three cops passed by. A group of four. A pair, pulling by a leash an undercover cop cleverly disguised as a lhasa apso. There. A singleton cop.
Pinkie Pie could tell he was a cop. He didn’t look like one at all. He was wearing a jogging suit. And jogging. He had a sweat band around his mane. Obviously an optical scanner of some kind. And there were head phones in his ears. Pinkie silently laughed to herself. She couldn’t believe they were trying to disguise a police radio as a pair of headphones.
The jogger jogged past Pinkie’s rose bush in a very policey manner. Pinkie crept out from her hiding spot. She started jogging behind him. The policepony would never see her there, as long as she stayed jogging in his blind spot.
The jogger cop jogged onto a concrete sidewalk. Pinkie followed him. The jogger turned his head and saw her, the sneaky bastard.
She was spotted. Pinkie started to gallop after him. The jogger turned to look again, saw her coming after him, panicked, and started to sprint. Pinkie laughed when she knew she had him. She started an odd, bouncing, lopping gait, terrifying to on-lookers. She could keep it up for hours. All she had to do was wear him out, run him down, force an erection, and then she would be satisfied.
“Help!” he screamed. “Rape! Fire!” The kind of words they taught in self-defense classes. The kind of words that are supposed to attract attention. Pinkie knew that they were really secret police codewords for backup.
Then Pinkie Pie saw the police officers. She hadn’t even considered the possibility of more police. They were running behind her. She saw more join the chase, coming in from her flanks. There, ahead. There were more police in front of her. Her victim ran past them, and got away.
Pinkie screeched to a halt. They had her surrounded. She was caught. The police stood around her in a great big circle; it was slowly closing inwards.
“Cocks!” Pinkie Pie screamed at the cops. They started inching in further. She was spinning around, trying to make sure they couldn’t sneak up on her. “Cocks! Gimme gimme gimme!” They were getting closer. Pinkie found the smallest cop, and feinted a lunge at him. He jumped back and the circle momentarily widened. “Gimme cocks! Gimme gimme cocks! I want cocks!” A particularly brave pony snuck up behind her, and hit her with his tazer. Pinkie spun around, her eyes wide and wild. “Your cock! Gimme!” Pinkie was hit with another half dozen tazers. Pinkie shot up into the air, her hair returning to its natural curly state, and then fell back to the ground.
The police rushed her. They dogpiled on top of her six deep. The whole pile moved and shook, trying to contain Pinkie’s monstrous strength. Finally, she subsided, and they clasped cuffs around her hooves. “Horrrnyyy...,” she whispered. “The horrrnyyy.”
“App... Applejack? It’s little Applejack?” he asked, stunned.
“It sure is, Uncle Orange!” she grabbed his hoof and shook it furiously. “Only I ain’t so little no more!”
“My goodness! I’ll say! Look at you! You’re a grown mare!” She did a little pirouette for him, still in the hallway. “What... what on earth are you doing here?’
“Well, as it happened, I was in the big city on... business. I was in the neighborhood, so I just thought, ‘I’ll go give Uncle Orange a visit.’”
“My gracious!”
“I hope that’s OK and all. I thought I’d surprise ya, but if you’re busy or something...”
“No, no, no!” he said. “Please, come in! It’s so good to see you again. But, I should warn you now, I haven’t picked up in a while. I don’t get a lot of guests.” Uncle Orange opened the door wide, and Applejack strolled in. He hadn’t just “not picked up”, the place was a mess. It wasn’t dirty though; there weren’t dirty dishes or dirty laundry lying around, or anything like that. There was just a lot of clutter. There were stacks of books on everything. Half packed cardboard boxes, or perhaps half unpacked. The television, unplugged, was on the coffee table. There was an iron on top of it. Various household items were in all sorts of odd spots. There were little paths in between all the clutter. The place looked like it had been a mess for some time. It was no wonder he didn’t have many visitors. Other than that, it was the same old apartment she had visited all those years ago. She remembered loving the view from the window.
“Please, please,” he said. “Do sit down on the davenport.” Applejack blinked a few times, then sat down on the couch. She guessed that was the right one, based on his reaction. “Can I get you something to drink? Tea? Coffee? I just made a pot.”
“Oh, that sounds lovely,” Applejack said, trying to remember her formal education. “Uh, black, please.”
Uncle Orange fussed around in the kitchen for a moment, then came back with two mugs. He took a seat next to her. Applejack took a sip. She didn’t know when he had made the pot, but it didn’t taste like it was recently. “Well,” Uncle Orange said. “I should just go ahead and tell you upfront. I hope you weren’t expecting to visit her... and... I don’t know if your grandmother has told you this or not... but... your Aunt Orange and I have split up.”
“Oh, Uncle Orange,” Applejack said, “I’m so sorry.” If she hadn’t already known, it was pretty obvious based on the mess in the apartment. “How long ago was that?”
“Well...,” he said, “the lawyers are still going over the paperwork. You know. Lots of paperwork in a divorce. But I guess you could say that we’ve been separated for... oh... let’s see. Two, going on three years.”
“You don’t say!”
“Oh, it’s true.”
“And you’re still doing the paperwork?”
“Hah, well. We just started finalizing it, actually. Your aunt has become insistent on that.”
“Where is she now?”
“The Caribbean, I think. Our lawyer... her lawyer is taking care of the business.”
“And you haven’t seen her in all this time?”
“I haven’t.”
“Now what on earth got into her.”
“Oh, she ran off with her dentist.”
“What?” Applejack was incensed. “And now she’s demanding paperwork from you? Why, if anything you should be the one demanding things from her.”
“Now, now, Applejack. She’s a very nice pony. You like her just fine.”
“Nice, my buns!” she said, trying not to swear too hard in the same apartment where she was taught refinement. “I liked her just fine before she ran off on you. The tramp.”
“Applejack! She’s your aunt!”
“Not no more! And she was only my aunt by marriage. But you’re my uncle. And that’s blood. Blood’s thicker than paper or ink or any marriage certificate or whatever. Nobody messes with my family.”
“Pff! Ha!” he laughed.
“Now whatchu lauging for?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t mean nothing... I don’t mean anything by it. It’s just... now, please, Applejack. Don’t take any offense by it...but there’s just something about... about country folk. They’re just so plain speaking. After all these months, years - after talking to all my friends and associates about it, I think you’re the only person to actually take sides on the issue. Certainly the only one who’s taken my side. And you ain’t-, and you haven’t even been here for five minutes.
“Of course I have,” Applejack said, not finding any humor in the situation. “You’re relations. Blood relations. We always stick up for each other. Family’s the most important thing there is. The only thing you can count on.”
“Ahh,” he said. “That’s migh... that’s very sweet of you, Applejack.” He set his mug down on a stack of books, and they both sat there, silent for a minute. They both thought about what family really meant to them.
“Country folk,” she finally said. She shoved Uncle Orange in the shoulder with the tip of her hoof.
“What?” he smiled.
“Country folk. You called me country folk. You’ve been living in the city a long time, Uncle Orange. But I think you must still remember that you yourself grew up in the country.”
“Ohoho,” Uncle Orange chuckled. “That was a long time ago.”
“I bet it was. But surely you can recollect.”
“I love the city, Applejack.”
“Hmmm, you can take the pony out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the pony. I bet you still dream about it, from time to time.”
“Well...”
“Fresh country air. Wide open spaces. Hard farm work rewarded after a long day by a delicious, home-cooked meal.”
“I remember the meals,” Uncle Orange laughed.
“Sure you do. And the long hot summers? And the great big snow drifts that you could play in during the winter? But you still had to go to school?”
“Ha! I remember walking to school. There was wildlife, Applejack. Eagles! Buzzards! Great Blue Herons!”
“Sure, I bet you don’t see them in the city. And kite-flying? Swimmin’ holes? Skinny dippin’?”
“Sure,” Uncle Orange said. He had a sort of blank look on his face, but his grin was growing wide.
“Catchin’ fire-flies in the evening. Family reunions...”
“Reunions!” Uncle Orange shouted, his eyes suddenly focused.
“You remember something now?” Applejack asked.
“Boy, do I,” he said. “This one in specific. Ah musta been, I don’t know. I was just a little colt. Didn’t even have my cutie mark. It was the biggest reunion I ever seen. I met relatives I didn’t even know I had. I guess I was a little shy around most of them; they were strangers in a sense. But there was one little filly...” he paused, lost in memory.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know if you ever met her. She’s my age, but the far end of the family. She was a cousin of mine, one of the Peaches.”
“And what about her?”
“Oh, well...we just played all day is all.”
“Uncle Orange?” she leaned over and placed her head on his shoulder. He almost melted. This was the first time he had been touched affectionately in years. “I bet it’s a sweet story. Why don’t you tell me the whole thing. I know there’s more.”
“Well, I’m not sure I should even be telling you this. But during the big picnic lunch, when everybody was gathered and busy eating, we finished fast and both ran off into the orchard.”
“Yeah?” Applejack said. She moved her head up to look at him, their noses just inches from each other. She placed a hoof on his knee.
“Well, this may be weird, but she was my first kiss.”
“T’aint weird,” she said “They don’t call them kissing cousins for nothing.” AJ slipped her butt off the couch and got down on her knees in front of it. “Then what happened.”
“Well... I don’t know if this is appropriate.”
“Now Uncle Orange, I’m a big girl now. You can tell me everything.”
“She... laid me down on my back under a tree, and...”
She shuffled up between his knees. “I can see why you remember this so well. Then what happened.”
“Ah... ah... ah promised not to tell.”
“That’s alright, Uncle Orange. If it’s a secret, I won’t ask you. But I bet I can guess. That’s the thing about families. Especially good old country folk families. No matter what. No matter how bad things get, we always keep in family, Uncle Orange.” Applejack lowered her head.
He gasped. “Call me Julius,” he whispered, as he watched his erection grow up and into her eager mouth.
Dash had a fantastic view. The city looked a lot better from up here, in flight. After The Fifth Horseman vanished, Dash had rushed the saddlebag he had mistakenly given her back to its rightful owner. Then she had taken to the air.
The city was laid out before her. The whole thing. It was like a great big carpet stacked with a foal’s wooden toy blocks. The streets all made sense from this vantage point. The buildings looked like a study in perspective and vanishing points from some old school art class. There was a maze of canyons and chasms that separated them. This wasn’t an earth pony town when she looked at it in this way. This was a city for pegasus ponies.
And heroes. Dash still couldn’t believe what she had seen. The memory was burned into her brain, even though it had only lasted a few seconds. Just the idea of it made her mind boggle. Heroes were regular ponies who did extraordinary things. Jump into a lake to save a drowning foal. Or crawl into a wrecked, burning car to pull out a dog. But this guy? He was something else. He did this as a lifestyle. He worked outside of society. He worked above the law. He was some kind of... some kind of... super... hero.
The sun was setting in the west. It was filling the sky with a myriad of colors. The brick buildings were turning a warm orange and the glass buildings reflected the bright light. The spaces between them however, were lost in deep shadow. Anything could be lurking down there - villainy... or redemption.
Dash was searching for him. She retraced her steps to that alley, and the building above, but he was long gone. She flew in ever widening circles, hoping to spot him. She was getting nowhere. She flew back to the original rooftop. He was an earth pony. He couldn’t fly. He couldn’t teleport. Assuming he was sticking to the rooftops, and that was a big assumption, he’d probably jump across to the nearest building. That was impossible for an earth pony, but perhaps not one with wires and hooks. Who knew what else he might have?
Dash flew across the nearest building that an earth pony, even one with unearthly skills, could have conceivably reached. Then the next, then the next. She started to work out in her mind how such a pony might travel across the city.
She found the idea exhilarating. She had never wanted to be an earth pony before. She thought the mere idea to be distasteful. But if she had been an earth pony, this is how she would go about being one. She flew on and on. The sun set lower. The shadows grew darker. She didn’t even know if she was on the right path. She was about to give up when she spotted something.
There, out of the corner of her eye, she saw something. Just a little black spot that was moving, and fast. She banked towards it. It had to be him, there was nothing else it could be. Dash flew high. She didn’t know if he had seen her, and she didn’t want to be spotted. Not yet.
Celestia, he was magnificent. Dash couldn’t believe how fast he moved. Or how fluidly. He wasn’t even slowing down when he reached the edge of a building, he’d just jump at full sprint. Sometimes he’d lash some whip-like device around an antenna or flag pole or something and go swinging across the multi-story drops. The swings would take him in an arc across the street, and he’d land on the next building without losing any momentum. Other times he’d just free jump, landing a story or two lower on the next building, roll, and be off again. What amazed Dash even more was how well he had it all planned out, assuming he wasn’t a genius at improvisation. He stuck to the shadows, ducking behind massive air-conditioning units or stairwells or other rooftop machinery. He was hard to see, even if you were flying right above him. It was almost as if he did it just in case anyone was following him. Anyone like Dash.
He leapt to the roof of a high-rise condominium. There was a large, healthy, green rooftop garden, and a large shed. He ducked into the shadow behind the shed. He didn’t come back out. Dash banked sharply and circled above the building. She didn’t want to fly ahead of him and be spotted. She waited, but he still didn’t emerge. She circled lower and lower. She tried to peer into the deep gloom. He wasn’t there; he was just gone. Dash dove and landed behind the shed. It was impossible. There wasn’t any kind of door, or hatch, or window where he could have escaped through. He had simply entered the shadow one second, and disappeared. Dash leaped up onto the roof of the shed, and looked all around. She had lost him. She hopped down, ran through the garden, and peered over the edge of the building. Nothing. Rainbow Dash turned and walked back through the garden, shaking her head in disbelief.
“Why are you following me?” a voice boomed behind her.
Dash spun around, and her hind legs buckled underneath herself. She let out a scream in surprise. He towered over her. As big as Applejack’s brother. A current of wind lifted his dark cape behind him, making him seem larger still. “I... I...,” Dash had never felt more intimidated.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“I wanted to find you,” she said.
“Everyone wants to find me. The cops. The FBI. Every two-bit mafia family. The Black Hoof Society...”
“I just thought you were cool!” Dash interjected.
“You thought I was... cool,” he grumbled. He turned and started to walk away.
“Wait, wait!” she hurried after him. “You’re the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. I had to talk to you. I want to know everything about you.”
He stopped at the edge of the building instead of leaping off of it. He stopped to talk to her. He sighed. “Look, I appreciate the compliments. But I work alone.”
“Huh?”
“I’m not taking any side-kicks.”
“Side-kicks?”
“Novices. Apprentices. Whatever you want to call it. Listen, I think you’re good. Really good. You’re the fastest thing on two wings that I’ve ever seen. And I’ve got the sneaking suspicion that you can go a whole lot faster. And furthermore,” he leaned over her and again she felt intimidated, “NO one has ever been able to track me down like you just did. You’ve got all the potential in the world. Probably more than I did when I started. I’m sure with the right training, you’ll make a great superhero some day. But that won’t be under my tutelage. Like I said. I work alone.”
Dash thought about what to say for a long moment. Then she just cut to the chase. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”
“What?”
“I don’t want to be your side-kick.”
“You don’t?”
“You’re supposed to help ponies. Right? Especially damsels in distress?”
“I try.”
“Well, I’m in distress. We all came here to Manehattan because we’re in distress. My friends and me. They’re all out there right now, getting their problems solved. But I hate it. I hate this. I never even really wanted to come. But I’ve got the problem too, and I don’t know what else to do.”
“What’s your problem?”
“I’m in heat,” Dash said. She looked at him. He didn’t respond. He didn’t even twitch. He could have doubled as a statue. “So yeah, I wanted you to help me out here. Solve my problem.   Sounds pretty stupid when I say it out loud. You must think I’m crazy.”
“Lady,” he said. “I’m a costumed crime fighter. I’ve seen crazier.”
“Yeah, well, anyway. I’d never be able to live with myself if I didn’t at least ask. Will you?”
“No,” he said.
Dash didn’t react at first, but then sighed heavily. “Fine,” she said, and started to walk away, back into the garden. “I shouldn’t have asked. I shouldn’t have even come to this awful city.”
“It’s my city,” he said. Dash stopped in her tracks and turned back to look at him. He was looking around, for the first time she had seen him, he looked uncomfortable. He stepped away from the edge of the building and joined Dash in the garden. “It’s my city. It’s a wonderful place. Horrible and beautiful all at once.”
“I don’t understand,” Dash said.
“I know you don’t. And that’s my fault. I apologize.” He sighed, then reached up with a hoof and started to remove his cowl. Dash never expected him to. She had never asked him to. He pulled it all the way off of his head. The mane that had been tucked underneath came cascading out, long and straight and curling up right at the very end. The muzzle was much less square than the cowl would have suggested, instead round and curved. When she spoke, her voice rose in pitch a little, still deep, but less forced. “I have to maintain a secret identity,” she told Rainbow Dash. “I have friends. Family. If my enemies found out who I really was, it could put them in jeopardy.”
Dash was speechless. “You know,” she went on. “When I was just a foal, still in school, the other classmates would always make fun of me. ‘Butch’ they would call me. I hated it. I was so confused. Now that I’ve started doing this? Well, it’s this big, stupid, ugly body of mine that works to my advantage. The only confusion is among other people. I wanted to mislead people, but... I hadn’t considered someone might be mislead like I’ve mislead you. I’m sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to help you out, it’s that I can’t. I’m sorry. I’m just a mare. I know exactly how you feel, by the way. I think it stinks too.”
“I don’t think you’re ugly,” Dash said.
“What?” she asked.
Dash leaped up and kissed her on the lips. They both fell over sideways into the garden.
“You... you don’t want to hurt me?” Fluttershy asked.
“No, of course not,” he said softly. “Why would I want to hurt you? I would never hurt anyone. Please. Come. Let us leave this alley. You are new to the city, yes?”
“Um, OK,” she got up and started to follow him. “How did you know?”
“Just a guess. You seemed to me as if you were very frightened. As if you had not been here before. By the way, I am named Mbilimwezi. But all of my Equestria friends just call me Billy.”
“Oh, yes, it’s just so big. So frightening. I’ve never been to a place like this before. I just got overwhelmed. I’m so sorry that you had to help me. I must look so foolish.” They reached the end of the alley where it rejoined the sidewalk. They both stopped.
“HA!” he laughed loudly.
Fluttershy jumped up, startled. She hadn’t expected that at all.
“You do not look foolish at all! One year ago, I was the exact same way.”
“You were?”
“Oh, yes. I am an immigrant you know. One year ago I come to this country. I arrived on a boat, with many others. They came in families. They came in couples. Many had family or friends waiting for them. Me? I have no one. I have no money. I just sit on the dock, thinking maybe someone come and pick me up. But, of course, no one ever came.”
“Goodness. What happened?”
“I had to live. I had to find a place to sleep. I had to find a job. Everything seemed so strange to me. I did not know the language. Everyone got angry with me when I tried to talk to them. I did not know if some one would steal what little money I could make. Even the police officers seem like they are not good for helping me. The buildings seemed so big. The streets seemed so cold.”
“That’s what it seems like to me.”
“Ah, but I was all wrong! Sure, it is difficult at first, but I learned. I got a job. I got a roof over my head. I talked to ponies. I know my way around. Now? Everything is different, Beautiful. I cannot get enough of this city. I want to know every street and corner. This is the greatest city in all the world, I swear to you. I love this city. Look! This city is beautiful!”
Billy stretched his hooves wide across the street in front of them. All of the windows had bright neon lights in them. Food vendors hawked their meals, and scents wafted on the currents and eddies of the air. Limousines and taxis and delivery carts of all sorts mingled in the street. A million different ponies passed by on the sidewalk, from all classes of society. Fluttershy had a sudden sense of what Billy was talking about; it seemed like anything was possible in this city, even wonderful things.
“Really?” said Fluttershy.
“Really. Believe me on this. I am telling you the truth. This city is beautiful.”
“Then I wish I had more time to see it.”
“You are not in Manehattan for long?”
“I’m going home tomorrow morning. I was on my way to the hotel for the night.”
“Ah. May I walk you to your hotel then?”
“That would be lovely.” They stepped out of the alley and were lost in the flow of the sidewalk traffic. Fluttershy still didn’t know where she was going, she was just going in the same direction she had been when she ducked into the alley. She didn’t tell Billy, first because she was scared to look foolish, second because she wasn’t sure she wanted to go to the hotel.   Billy was pointing at different buildings and discussing their history. None were real landmarks, but each had a story to tell. One had been the tallest building in the world for a few months a hundred years ago. Another had been in a famous film.
“I wish I could see it all,” Fluttershy said.
“Forgive me for asking, Beautiful, but are you sure you need to go back to the hotel? I could show you around the city. I will show you all of my favorite spots, guarantee!”
“Um, well, that sounds nice. But it’s already dark. I’m sure everything is going to close soon.”
“HA!” Billy laughed loudly again.
For a second time, Fluttershy jumped into the air, startled. But this time she smiled. When she noticed that Billy was also smiling, her grin grew wider.
“Darkness means nothing in this crazy city! It is wild! This city has many nicknames. Would you like to know what my favorite one is? The City That Never Sleeps!”
Billy was good on his word. He showed her as many of his favorite places as he could. They caught the second game of a double-header at Trotters Stadium. Fluttershy was shocked at how loud it could get with all those thousands of ponies applauding at once. She had never seen such a vivid green as that grass under the lights at night. They left a little early when the game was a blow out. Billy bought her dinner from some sidewalk vendor. It was some foreign food from a country that she didn’t recognize, but it was the most delicious thing she had ever tried. It had little sliced carrots and radishes and cucumbers in all kinds of spices and some kind of vinegar sauce. They had ice cream cones, and he led her on a walk past Times Square. There were enormous signs in the most amazing colors that towered over her. It reminded her of tulip fields, only turned vertically.
Later, Billy took her on a ferry out to see the Statue of Liberty. She had seen it from Manehattan, but it was different to be up close to it. The flood lights had the whole thing lit up. The straight blue-green patina on the copper statue seemed to glow against the night sky. Billy told her that it reminded him of her eyes, and that he was glad that he had the opportunity to see the both of them together, so that he could judge which was the more beautiful. She was too shy to ask him which won.
They ended their evening out on the balcony of the Empire State Building. They had both stopped at a bar just before coming there, and they had each had a glass of champagne. Fluttershy was just tipsy enough to go peering over the edge before quickly backing up again with a squeak and a giggle. As long as she wasn’t looking straight down, she enjoyed the view. If she squinted her eyes, it sort of looked like a big field full of precious jewels.
“The city’s beautiful,” she said.
“Yes,” he said, sounding more solemn than his usual jovial self. “It is beautiful, Beautiful.”
Fluttershy realized how late it was getting. She needed to go back to the hotel. She told Billy that she didn’t even know where it was. That was fine, he told her, and he taught her how to hail a cab. The driver knew where it was. Billy rode with her; he’d take the cab home after she got dropped off.
“Billy?” she asked him, as she got out of the cab.
“Yes, Beautiful?”
“I had a wonderful time in your wonderful city. Thank you so much.”
“Ah, this was my pleasure truly. I am glad you did not have the same experience when I first came to this city.”
“Billy?”
“Yes?”
“I never told you why I came here in the first place.”
“Ah, well. I was curious, yes. But I know you are shy, and I did not want to pry.”
“Billy?”
“Yes?”
“Would you like to come up to my hotel room with me?”
“And so... ha ha, and so, he says to me, Clip, sweetie, not only is the water cold, but it’s deep too! AHAHAHA!”
All of the ponies at the dinner table threw their heads back and laughed. Rarity laughed too. She laughed loud enough to make sure she was heard, but not so loud that it sounded forced. There were other ponies at the table. Bischoofburger. Clip Klop and him seemed inseparable. There were also two models. Normally, Rarity might feel competitive in the presence of two young, beautiful females, especially while she was in heat. These two girls, however, were only models, not designers. They weren’t competing with her, at least not professionally.
“So!” Clip Klop finally said after finishing a dessert. It was easily the finest restaurant Rarity had ever eaten in. “You’re new in town. That’s marvelous. I know you’re going to go far. But listen, I don’t know if you know how the business works in this city.” Rarity leaned forward and batted her eye lashes. “The thing is, when someone new comes to town, somepony with talent - somepony like you - that pony needs to be seen and heard. Now, the only way that can happen is to be associated with someone that’s already established. Someone famous. Someone like me. But it’s quid pro quo, dear. You see, tired old moguls like me, we need young ponies just as much as they need us. For ideas. The thing is, when you get to the point in my career, it’s not about coming up with new ideas anymore, it’s about recognizing good ideas in others. Good ideas like yours. You see what I’m saying, dear?”
“Absolutely. You’re crystal clear, Clip,” Rarity said. She still couldn’t believe she was on a first name basis already.
“Good. Good. So have your agent call my office in the morning. We’ll have everything worked out for you. Now, how long have you been in town?”
“Why, I just got here this morning.”
“Ohohoho! Are you serious? Oh, how droll. This must be like a dream come true for you, dear. Well, we’ll have to get you out of that hotel and into a condo as soon as possible. I hear the market is good right now. Listen, since you just got here, is there anything you need? Anything at all?”
She grinned slyly but didn’t answer directly.
“Oh ho, so there is something you need, you little minx. Well, do tell, do tell.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she sat back in her chair. “It is awfully... personal.”
“Ha! Oh, puhleeze. This is the fashion business. There aren’t any secrets in the fashion business. That story I told you earlier about Hoof and his problem with his you know what? Oh, I tell that one to everyone I meet. Hoof doesn’t mind, do you Hoof?”
“No, Clip.”
“‘No, Clip’ he says. See? And Creamy over here?” He gestured at one of the models. “I can tell you what pills she took this morning, and what time she threw them back up. Like I said, there are no secrets. So. Just tell old Clippy about your little problem, and I’ll get you taken care of. I promise.”
“Well,” said Rarity. “As you know, I’m not from Manehattan. Originally.”
“Uh huh. And where are you from, anyway?”
“Now that’s the thing, Clip. I’m from just a little spot on the map called ‘Ponyville.’”
“That sounds delightful!”
“Well, I’m not entirely sure why. Maybe it has something to do with the weather, or the drinking water. But as it happens...”
“Yes?”
“Well, Clip. Rutting season has come a little early to Ponyville.”
“OH!” Clip Klop exclaimed. He sat back in his own chair. “OH!” he said again, gesticulating with his out-stretched hooves. “It all becomes clear. I know exactly what you’re going through.”
“You do?” she asked. Of course he didn’t know.
“Oh, rutting season. It’s always a disaster. Most of the industry is mares of course And they’re absolutely useless for about two weeks. Can’t put on shows. Can’t do anything. So... that’s your problem.”
“Well, I don’t know if this is exactly dinner talk, but yes, that’s it in a nutshell.”
“Ah.” Clip Klop started to scratch behind his ear. He looked as if he was concentrating on some strange new thought. “So you... want to get this problem taken care of. What you’re asking for is... sexual release.
“Well...”
“In the form of sexual intercourse.
“Well...”
“But that’s what you want? Sexual intercourse? With me?”
“Well, I never said it had to be you, Clip.
“But still, sexual intercourse! Fucking! That’s what you want!”
“Be that as it may, I...”
“Oh my Celestia! It is! HAHA! Can you believe it? Hey, everyone! Rarity wants sexual intercourse! HAHAHAHA!” The others at the table laughed. It was the exactly same laugh that they had been laughing with all evening. Phony as a three bit coin.
“I... I.. I don’t understand,” Rarity’s voice started to break.
“Oh my Celestia,” Clip Klop had to choke back laughter. “You mean you don’t know? And to think I almost hired you. Rarity. Child. Sexual intercourse. It’s just so... so... passé.” He burst into guffaws, and so did the others at the table. They started talking to people at other tables, who in turn started to laugh.
“I don’t get it,” Rarity was close to tears.
“Oh, do you even know what passé means? It means nobody does it anymore. Sexual intercourse? It’s SO two years ago.”
“But... but...,” Rarity watched as one of the models got up to tell the large crowd of Manehattan’s elite waiting for a table. They burst into laughter. They were looking and pointing. At her. A single tear rolled down her cheek.
“Yes,” he said, calming down. “It’s all gone the way of the dodo. Why, if you need sexual release it’s all asphyxiation and wheatgrass enemas these days. It’s the only way to release. Of course, you wouldn’t know what, being some hick from Podunkville. Now go on. Puhleeze. Don’t make me call the waiter over.”
Rarity stood up from the table and snatched up her saddle bag. Her throat was making little gasping noises, but there was nothing she could possibly say. She went for the door but it was blocked by a large crowd. They were all pointing and smiling. She turned and ran out the only other way, through the kitchen.
Rarity was halfway through the kitchen when she started to sob. She stopped in her tracks, not knowing where to go. A second earlier, the kitchen had been a cacophony of noise. Shouting chefs, knives chopping furiously on wooden blocks, banging pots, clashing dishes. All noises stopped, so did all the motion. Everybody in the kitchen turned to look at Rarity. “Back door?” she sobbed. A mule in a chef’s outfit held up a sharp knife, and pointed towards the door. Rarity went running out, and into the dark alley. Alone.
Rarity paced back and forth. She cried so hard that her throat hurt. She didn’t know what happened. She didn’t know what to do. She sat down on her rump and tried to gain her composure. Everything she had come to Manehatten for was over. She was ruined. She had never felt more humiliated. Her crying subsided. The back door of the restaurant swung open. The mule chef, the one who had pointed the knife, came out. She turned to look at him, mascara dripping down her white cheeks.
“Oh, bueno,” he said. “You’re still here. Listen, I wanted to tell you I threw those bums out.”
“You... did what?”
“Yup, I don’t want bums like that around here.”
“But... but... he’s not a bum. He’s Clip Klop. The greatest fashion designer in the world!” Rarity couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“I don’t care if he’s Princesa Celestia herself. He’s a bum!” the mule chef insisted. “Anybody who makes a lady or a child cry is a bum. Hmm. So I threw him out of my restaurant.”
“Your restaurant? But you’re just a...”
He looked at her suspiciously.
“... a chef,” she finished.
“Ha! Lady, I think you were about to say ‘mule.’ But that’s OK. I’m used to the low expectations. And to be honest, no, it’s not really my restaurant. At least, I’m not the owner. I just run the place. I’m the head chef.”
“Really? Well... my compliments. It was the best meal I’ve ever had. And... thank you. You’re very sweet. Where did you train? I imagine it must have been in Paris at the Cordon Bleu.”
“Ha, nope. Got a job as a dishwasher and worked my way up,” he said. “OY!” he shouted suddenly at the back door. A few second later it opened and another mule stuck his head out.
“Si, Chef?”
“Servilleta.”
“Si, Chef!” He disappeared and reemerged a few seconds later. He tossed the head chef a napkin made of fine cloth. He snatched it from the air and handed it to Rarity.
“Oh, thank you,” she said, and started to wipe away her tears and mascara.
“Yeah,” he went on. “One day, though. One day, I’m going to have my own restaurant.” He held his hooves out wide, as if indicating a large canvas painting. “It will be even better than this place. Talk of the town, you know. Man, lady, I’d love to see the look on mi madre’s face when I write that letter to her.”
“What are you going to call it.”
“I dunno. Probably not Chez Gustavo,” he laughed. “Ah, I’ll think of something better. It will take me a couple more years, but I’ll get there some day.”
“That’s important,” Rarity said softly. “Having a dream.”
Gustavo turned to look at her when the door swung open again. It was another mule, with an unlit cigarette hanging in his mouth.
“Kitchen’s alright?” Gustavo asked.
“Mmhmm,” the other mule nodded and lit his cigarette. “Service died down after the thing in the dining room.”
“This here’s my sous-chef,” Gustavo told Rarity. “Carlos. Yeah, he’ll have his own restaurant too someday.”
Carlos grinned. “And who’s this pretty lady?”
“Why, this here’s... uh...”
“Rarity,” Rarity finally managed a smile.
“...Señorita Rarity. She’s a fashion designer.” Rarity hadn’t told him that, but he could read between the lines. “She’s the best in the world. And some day, the whole world is going to know it.” Rarity blushed.
“Well,” said Carlos. “I knew you were in fashion, uptown girl like you. But figured you were a model.”
Another mule stepped out of the kitchen. “Last plate just went out, chef,” he said.
Gustavo nodded. “This is my saucier, Jorge,” he said. Jorge and Rarity exchanged nods and smiles.
Jorge bummed a smoke from Carlos. “So what happened in there, anyway?”
“Oh, it’s so embarrassing,” Rarity said. It had been embarrassing, but for some reason she now felt like talking about it. These mules seemed so strangely sympathetic. “I just lost the job that I just got this morning.”
The mules all nodded and smiled, knowingly. “Ah, it’s just a job, lady,” Gustavo said. “Easy come. Easy go. You’re pretty. You’re talented. I’m sure you don’t need them. You’ll be a big star someday.”
“Well,” said Rarity. “It was more than just a job. It was THE job. It was a whole new class. Class mobility. For just a few hours today, I had moved up.”
“Nah,” said Gustavo. “Class? Listen. That ain’t class. Class isn’t about money. Class isn’t about fame. Class is an attitude. And lady? You’ve got class. I can tell. Those other bums? They don’t know nothing about class. Pinche gabachos.”
“Oh... well.. thank you. I... I guess I always knew that. I mean, about the importance of virtue over money and fame. I suppose I’ve just forgotten it recently. Oh, the last week or two have just been hell on me. My hormones are simply raging.”
The mules shuffled awkwardly for a moment. “Hormones?” Gustavo ventured.
“Yes, well, I’m in heat you see,” Rarity said. The mules were silenced by her frankness. “You see, I’m from a little town in the country called Ponyville. I suppose we’re a little backwards and do things a little bit differently out there. I can’t believe I embarrassed myself so badly. I should have known better. I committed the biggest faux pas imaginable. I had no idea that intercourse was passé. I’m such a rube.”
The mules looked into each other’s eyes, not sure what to say. They were half confused, and half amused. “Lady,” said Gustavo. “Please pardon my french, but what the fuck are you talking about?”
“I just didn’t know. I had no idea that having sex was out of fashion. And for two years? Why hadn’t I heard about that? I’ve never heard of a wheatgrass enema.”
Gustavo burst out laughing and the other chefs followed suit. “Lady, I don’t know what those pinche mariposas were telling you, but fucking ain’t out of fashion.”
“It’s not?” Rarity blinked in a sensation of confusion and relief.
“Oh, hell, no,” said Gustavo. “Man, we love to fuck, don’t we boys?” The others cheered in agreement. Rarity’s smile grew larger. She started to feel better than she had all day. “Lady? Listen, I don’t know how you really feel about mules. But hey. If you’ve got an itch that needs scratching? Me and the boys, well, we could scratch that for you. If you want.”
“Gentlemen.?” Rarity said, putting on as much airs as she could muster. “I’d be honored.”
Dusk landed on Twilight. He felt her hot breath leaving her lungs, but it didn’t stop him from plunging his tongue into her mouth. She wrapped her hind legs around his waist and it drove him wild. He started thrusting. His cock had become erect while Twilight had been reading from the book. Now it was pressed between his body and her belly. He was humping anyway. He was too excited to help himself. His hips worked instinctively, primitive desires overwhelming him.
If anything, Twilight was far more excited. All this time of trying to suppress her desires only made her want it more once she finally accepted it. It was like opening up flood gates. She could feel his long hard cock pressing into her belly, hot even through her coat. His loaded balls were pressed up against her wet, hungry pussy. She could feel each ball rubbing up against her clit. She was grabbing and pulling at his mane. She forced his tongue back into his own mouth and kept pushing it back. She was loving every second of this, but she wanted him more deeply. She wanted him inside of her.
She started to push on his chest, backing him up. She didn’t want to break the kiss, so she strained her neck up until their lips were forced apart. She got up out from underneath him. She was going to turn around. She wanted to “spontaneously raise her hindquarters” for him, as the book so eloquently put it, so he could mount her. She peered into his deep, dark, bottomless eyes. There was so much about love that books just couldn’t say. Even the shameless, unexpected, carnal kind of love she was experiencing right now.
“Fuck it,” she whispered. She reared up, and placed two hooves on his shoulders and pushed. He stepped backwards and into the table. She pushed him so hard he fell over backwards on top of it. More books fell to the floor with a crash. His four legs stuck up in the air. Twilight looked down at him. She took in the sight of his rigid manhood. Bare skin lying on his purple coat, pink mottled with black. His hefty black balls dangled beneath. She hefted it up, gazing at it, so that it was pointing at the ceiling, then she stuck it in her watering mouth.
Dusk’s face was twisted, contorted. If looking at it by itself, someone might think he was in intense pain and unimaginably afraid, when really he was experiencing the most amazing sensation he had ever felt. His front hooves automatically closed around Twilight’s horn as it bobbed, her face moving up and down his shaft. Twilight’s response to just the touch of his hooves was electric. She sucked him down faster and deeper. When he actually started to rub the length of it, she swallowed the whole thing.
Little white-hot sparks were occasionally shooting from the tip of Twilight’s horn. A few were leaping from the tip of his own. That had never happened to him before without direct stimulation. Now, just the sight of Twilight’s lips slipping down his cock, and her horn between his hooves was enough to set him off. The facts that he had just met her, and that they could be discovered at any minute did nothing to diminish his excitement. He tried to focus on the sensation of it, hoping he would be able to remember when they were through. Her mouth was warm and wet, he could feel her moving tongue on the underside of his shaft. Her lips were soft but stretched tight. When she opened her eyes and looked up into his face, he gasped and almost came in her mouth. He gritted his teeth and tried to hold it back. Dusk watched her slide all the way back up, her eyes never leaving his. He watched her lips pucker outwards as she slowly drew the head out of her mouth. It flopped down onto his stomach and she smiled at him. It was the single greatest smile he had ever seen.
Before she could speak, he sat up and kissed her on those lips. She started to back up, and he leaned forward with her. He fell off the table and onto his four hooves. They started to turn around each other, lips still locked. When they got a quarter of the way through the turn, their kiss broke, Twilight turned towards the table, and Dusk was getting behind her.
“Listen, I... I gotta tell you something,” he whispered to her. “I’ve never done this before. Do... do you think I’m ready?”
“Why don’t you take a look at this, lover boy,” Twilight said, “ask me again if you’re ready.” Twilight lifted her tail for him, exposing her vulva and ass. She flexed her muscles and her pink, thimble-sized clit parted her deep purple pussy lips and stuck out, taunting him.
Dusk lunged at Twilight. At only the last second did he realize he was supposed to get on top of her and not drive himself into her. He only managed to get his head up past her tail.    His shoulders bumped into her round, soft rump and pushed her into the table. His front hooves dangled, just an inch off the floor.
He leapt up again and this time successfully mounted her. He squeezed his legs around her waist tightly. He flexed his cock up towards her. For a second he felt with the tip of his dick the warm, fleshy heaven of her outer pussy, then he slipped inside of her.
“Oh, Celestia!” Twilight moaned. Dusk had it stuck all the way in for a moment as he shuffled his hind hooves on the library floor. Then he set his hips to pumping.
For Twilight, it was one of the shortest sessions of sex that she had ever had so far; her new lover had a hair trigger. It was also the most satisfying. “Heat” she always thought, was a poor term for what it actually felt like. There wasn’t an actual sensation of heat. Yet there was an overwhelming sense of relief now that she was being good and properly fucked. It reminded her, on a certain level, of the relief of slipping into a cool pool of water on an unbearably hot day. She was so wet she was dripping. There was a little puddle on the floor between her hind legs.
She soon started to cum. “Oh Celestia! Oh Celestia, I’m coming!”
“Shhh!” her librarian lover said. It was the only thing his heavily occupied mind could think to say. It was like a reflex.
“Oh Celestia,” she whispered. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Aaaaaahhhh.” She stifled every sound as a massive orgasm rocked her body. The only sound that could be heard was the slapping of Dusk’s hips against Twilight’s ass. Then there was the gasp as he himself came. He shot his load into Twilight. He pumped a few more times. He hopped off of her, and his diminishing cock came sliding out, adding some of his white cum to the puddle of her wetness on the floor.
She turned around to face him, still stunned by the suddenness of it, and the intensity of the passion. They pressed their necks against each other. They parted and each felt the hot breath of the other on their ears. They sat back down at the table, without having said a word. Their manes were disheveled; their sweat had worked to a lather. They picked up the fallen books, and placed them back on the table. Not knowing what else to do, they started reading again, silently. A couple of library patrons came and went, without noticing anything. Again they were alone. Dusk was searching the books for a million new questions he just had. Several minutes later, he looked down at his lap. He had another massive erection.
So they did it again.
Pinkie Pie was dragged off to the police station in a large, sealed, metal wagon. It was the same one they used for drunks and nutcases. There was a single small bench with a broken seatbelt. It wasn’t easy to stay seated, the way it moved through traffic. There was a little grate at the front where Pinkie could theoretically talk to the driver, but when she called out, he wouldn’t listen.
Pinkie began to calm down in the wagon. She was realizing the errors of her ways. She knew now that she had done wrong, and that there was no point in fighting anything or anybody. She would accept any punishment that they gave her.
What they gave her was humiliation. They took her hoof prints. They gave her a little board with a number on it, and had her hold it up for a camera to take a mugshot. They kept yelling at her because she kept smiling at the camera. Pinkie didn’t know how not to smile in front of a camera.
Then they stuck her in a little room with a little table and a mirror. Two cops came in and started asking her questions. One of them was very nice and one of them was pretty mean, but Pinkie tried to be friendly to both of them. They kept asking her the same questions over and over again, and Pinkie kept giving them the same answer. She started to wonder if maybe they weren’t a little touched in the head; they couldn’t seem to remember. Pinkie thought that maybe she should write it all down for them, but then they produced a piece of paper that had everything that she’d done already written on it, so she signed it for them, and that made them happy.
Then Pinkie got the hose. She didn’t like the hose. They put her in a cold cement room with a big drain on the floor, then some pony came in and hosed her off. It was cold, and the high pressure made it stink. Then they dusted her with powder. It was supposed to kill the lice, they said. Pinkie tried to tell them that she had gotten rid of her lice problem several weeks ago, but they wouldn’t listen.
Then came the cavity search. Pinkie almost giggled a little at the irony. A few hours ago and she probably would have liked the idea. Now it was just plain uncomfortable. There was this old gray mare cop that did it. She had these hard, cold hooves. She searched every fold, crevice, crack and hole on Pinkie’s body. She even found some contraband that Pinkie had forgotten about. It was very embarrassing.
They hauled her before a real stuffy judge. There was a lot of legal mumbo jumbo, and he set a court date. Then they took her to jail.
It was more like a big holding cell, they told her. She’d be transferred to the proper jail tomorrow. Pinkie watched the bars swinging closed. They made a horrible metallic clacking sound, and then it was shut. The guard started to walk away.
Pinkie tried to wedge her face between the bars. “I was just horny!” she shouted out, trying to explain to the guard one last time. The guard kept walking away. “All I wanted was a cock!” Still no response. “I’m in heat.”
The guard turned the corner and was out of sight. Pinkie sighed in frustration. She turned around.
“Oh!” she shouted, surprised. She hadn’t noticed all of the other prisoners in the gloom of the holding cell. There were a lot of them. They were all staring at her. They all had grins on their faces. There were ponies, horses, mules, zebras, a one-eyed giraffe, and monsters of various sorts.
“Well, well, well,” one of the ponies said, “fresh meat.” At first Pinkie thought they had made a mistake and put her in the male holding cell. It was the biggest, most muscular stallion she had ever seen. Then she realized it must have been a mare, and on some kind of hormonal steroid therapy.
“Yeah,” said one of the horses. “And she’s horny too.”
“She wants cock. She just said it, she wants cock.”
“Pity,” the giraffe said. “All these horny women, and not a single cock.”
“We’ve got hooves,” volunteered a bison.
“I say we give her what she wants,” a rhino said.
“Nah,” said another voice. Pinkie was losing track of who was saying what. “It’s not as much fun if she wants it. I say we rape her.”
“Yeah!” the crowd shouted.
“I wanna hoof her!” the bison cow insisted.
“Yeah!” the crowd shouted.
“I say we molest her,” said the oldest zebra Pinkie had ever seen.
“Yeah!” the crowd shouted.
“WAIT!” a new voice said, from behind the crowd. There was silence. Then Pinkie saw her. She was pushing her way through the mob. Ponies were tripping over themselves to get out of her way. Clearly she was the alpha female of the group. She was the biggest, meanest griffon that Pinkie had ever known.
“I say...,” the griffon screeched. “First we violate her!”
“YEAH!” the crowd screamed.
“‘N’ then we molest her!”
“YEAH!”
“‘N’ then we hoof her!”
“YEAH!”
“‘N’ then we rape her!”
“YEAH!”
“I say we let her go!” said a squeaky high-pitched voice, seeming to come from nowhere.
“NOOO!” the crowd all yelled at once. Then they lunged at her, and pried her away from the bars.
Applejack tried to stuff all of her uncle’s cock into her mouth. She really wanted him squeezed between her legs; to feel his long hard penis riding way up inside of her body. For now, though, she wanted to give every bit of pleasure to him that she could muster. Poor Uncle Orange had been down on his luck recently. He was family. Nobody messed with her family.
She sucked up until only the rim of the head was between her lips. She danced her tongue across the broad flat surface of it. She tickled that little fleshy tip of the hole. Uncle Orange squirmed in his seat. He liked that. All her relations did.
She let go of it with a mushy pop, then lowered her head down the surface of his erection, so that it dragged its way up her face. Her eyes were closed, but she knew he was watching her, and enjoying it. She knew it always drove the stallions wild to see their cocks in her mouth or on her face.
Her pursed lips reached his balls. She kissed them, licked them, sucked them into her mouth. They were his family jewels. Family was the most important thing in Applejack’s life, and here were the most erotic, physical representation of family. She always felt that balls didn’t get enough attention among the other mares. She loved them. She sucked on them gently but passionately, as if worshiping them.
Applejack couldn’t take it any more. Her carnal desires where overriding her more simple pleasure. She let his left ball fall from her mouth. She looked at his wet, pink sack and licked it one more time. Then she licked broadly up his shaft, kissed the tip of his dick, and then moved up his body.
She got up on the couch with him, first with her knees. His stiff rod was pressed between their bodies. She pressed her pussy up against it - at the base just above his balls. Her wet lips were forced apart by the pressure, and she rubbed her clit against it. She was torn between wanting to go all the way, and not wanting to stop humping his shaft.
She got up higher, on her hind hooves. She was above him, looking down, while Uncle Orange looked up. Their noses touched. They peered intensely into each other’s eyes. Then her jaw dropped open when she lowered her pussy onto the tip of his cock. A drop of her wetness rolled down the length of his shaft. She closed her eyes and she lowered herself down, impaling herself with the thick meat of her Uncle’s manhood.
She went down and down and then stopped at the base. Uncle Orange hugged her close. She remembered the hug. It was the same loving warmth her kind uncle had given her all those years ago. Now it was tempered with lust and eroticism.
She started to pump up and down. Her universe vanished except for the sensation of his cock and his teeth nibbling at her neck. Her sexual relief came very quickly. She started having orgasms almost immediately. Several of them. They were short, and came one right after the other.
They said nothing to each other at first, but Applejack was soon squealing like a stuck pig. One orgasm would roll through her body and then fade away. She would think herself done, but as soon as she did, another would start building and building, then ravish her body as powerful and unstoppable as an avalanche.
The fifth orgasm came and went, and AJ’s drive began to slowly diminish. She didn’t know how long she had been riding her uncle. Time seemed to have lost meaning. Now, though, their bodies were sopping wet with sweat. Her knees felt weak from all the exertion. She was starting to slow down.
Something was happening to Uncle Orange, she could feel it. He always seemed soft to her. All city folk did. He didn’t seem much different when he was beneath her; it was kind of like fucking a big teddy bear, only his dick was rock hard. Now, though, he was starting to tense up. His hooves had moved from the center of her back, down to her ass. He was squeezing her tight, almost - but not quite - painfully. His hips started shifting upwards, hoping to speed up the rhythm as AJ slowed down. The muscles in his legs were growing firm; so were the ones in his shoulders.
Applejack screamed in surprise and delight when he leaned forward and picked her up off the couch and carried them both on his hind hooves. She didn’t know where he got the strength. His balance was off, and he slammed her down on top of the coffee table. Clutter went flying everywhere. It was rough. It was violent. Applejack loved him for it. Now he was giving her a good, old-fashioned countryfolk-style fucking. He was a beast.
She looked up into his face, being able to properly see it now. His lips were pulled back, and his gritted teeth were bared. His eyes had a wild, insane look to them. He didn’t look like the same pony. Applejack felt yet another orgasm coming on.
Now she was anything but silent. She was screaming and writhing in ecstasy, but also shouting and hollering encouragement up at her uncle. She was hollering things like “yahoo!,” and “yeehaw!,”; anything to bring him back to his country roots. It was working. If anything, he tensed up harder. He was pounding his cock into her, harder and harder, faster and faster. He was fucking her right to the threshold of pain.
She came twice more while he was hammering into her from above. Then he started to grunt. He grunted with each thrust. He had been upright, but then started to lower himself closer and closer to her face. She peered into his eyes again, but only the abyss stared back. He was like an animal. She stopped screaming encouragement then. He obviously didn’t need any. She was almost frightened by how powerful and forceful he had become.
Then he grunted and leaned way back. He pulled his cock out of her pussy, then slapped it down on her belly. She squealed in joy, opened her mouth wide, then cupped her hooves around it just before he screamed and came.
Applejack had never seen a cock shoot so hard or so much. It ended up covering her from her hat all the way down to her little nipples. It got in her eyes, stinging them, but she didn’t mind so much. It got in one of her nostrils. Plenty of it landed in her mouth and she slurped it down. It got all over her belly. Big white gooey gobs of it. She rubbed it all over and into her coat with his boner. She squeezed it a few times, forcing the last drops out, and it drove him nuts.
Then he fell over and onto the floor. She got down on top of him. “Yeehaw!” he gasped, and it made her laugh. She started kissing him all over - down, down. She chuckled as he grabbed at her ears. She kissed his fading cock. She could taste his cum and her pussy on in. Then she got down to his balls again.
She worshipped them again in her own special way. She kept doing it until he was stiff again, and they went a second round.
Dash tried to tear off The Fifth Horseman’s costume. It was made out of experimental bulletproof polymers and it wouldn’t tear at all. That didn’t stop Dash from trying.
The Fifth Horseman was taken completely by surprise. She had spent years in training, and had years of experience in the field. She shouldn’t have been surprised by anything. Yet in all those years of honing her skills to perfection, she had abstained from all earthly pleasures, including the sensual ones. They would make her soft. They would make her weak. Even when she herself was in heat, she resisted. Not that it was particularly hard. She certainly wasn’t very attractive to stallions.
She was surprised by Dash’s affections, and even confused, but she wasn’t completely paralyzed. She tried to speak while Dash was peppering her mouth with kisses.
“Wha... what?” she struggled to ask.
Dash craned her neck back to tell her eye-to-eye. “I’m lesbian,” she said.
“Oh, Celes-,” was all The Fifth Horseman could say. She could have asked Dash for a longer explanation, but she didn’t really need one. The Fifth Horseman understood. Jenny understood. That was her real name. Her secret name. The name she would never tell anyone, not even Rainbow Dash. Her parents had named her that because when she was born, she looked more like a donkey than a pony. It hadn’t been an easy life. Especially a couple of weeks out of the year, when her body betrayed her and craved something that her soul didn’t really want. Jenny had turned her body into a machine, a weapon. She had controlled it, forced it to do her bidding. It had saved her life and the lives of countless civilians. Now she could surrender to it, willingly. Both her mind and her body were finally getting what they wanted after so long.
She pulled at zippers, undid some seals. Her costume came apart in several pieces. She tossed them away and rolled back over, naked, into Dash’s waiting legs. This time she rolled over on top of Dash, and pressed her lips into hers. Jenny hadn’t planned it this way, but her thigh was pressed down between Dash’s legs. Dash’s love felt warm and wet. She could feel the moisture of it seeping through her coat; touching her skin beneath. Then Dash began to gyrate her hips, humping Jenny’s leg.
Dash writhed underneath her and moaned. Jenny felt her usually well controlled pulse racing. She had trained her body to break bones and smash heads. She hadn’t known anything about pleasing another mare and felt a sudden rush of confidence in being able to do so.
She gasped in surprise when Dash’s own leg rose upwards between hers. Jenny started to squirm, rubbing her cunt against it. She could feel herself getting more and more wet. She had never felt such sudden passion before. Dash’s writhing and her own slowed down, almost to a stop, and then sped up again as they became more coordinated with the mutual stimulation.
Dash raised her lips to her lover’s neck and latched on. She sucked at it hard, leaving a deep red welt on the skin beneath her coat. Jenny lifted one of her hindlegs and moved it down next to her other one, so that she was properly between Rainbow Dash’s legs. Dash spread her legs up and far apart. Jenny, still supporting herself on her hind hooves, spread them as far apart as they would go. She was as flexible as a gymnast.
Then they finally touched. Pussy to pussy. Jenny and Dash couldn’t believe how good it felt; it was so much better than the coat of each other’s thighs. It was fleshy, and warm, and slippery, and wet. They started to grind against each other. Each took immense pleasure, and the pleasure was enhanced by the knowledge that they were giving the other the same pleasure. It was as if they had become connected at the hip through their very nerves.
“Your belt,” Dash murmured.
“Oh, yes,” Jenny moaned.
“Your belt,” Dash repeated.
“Wait, what?”
Dash laughed. “Your belt, your belt is poking me.”
“Oh, shoot,” she said. She had already unfastened the hard shell of her costume, but she hadn’t remembered to remove her utility belt. Various protruding tools and gadgets had been poking at Dash. She began to unfasten it.
“What’s that?” Dash asked, pointing.
“This?” Jenny pulled a wooden shaft out of a notch on her belt. She swung it around a few times between her hooves, partly out of habit, partly because she wanted to show off, but only because she wanted Dash to like her.
“It looks like a police baton,” Dash said.
“It is. Actually, it’s called a ‘tonfa.’ They say they used to use these as weapons in ancient Okinawa.” It had a wooden shaft perhaps two feet long, and a wooden handle perpendicular to the main shaft with a blunt wooden knob at the end.
“Do you ever... use it?”
“Sure. There were these bank robbers that I caught the other week...”
Dash laughed. “Not like that. I meant use it... on yourself.”
“Why would I... Oh!” She turned beet red. “Um. Once or twice. Um. Did you... want to use it?”
“Well... maybe later. But I was really hoping...”
“Yes?”
“Would it be OK if I watched while you used it on yourself?”
Jenny didn’t say anything. She smiled though. She rocked back, so that she was standing up on her knees. She looked at the baton - at the shorter shaft with the knob. She lowered it down between her legs, so that the longer end of the main shaft was pointing forward. Dash watched closely.
She lifted it back up again. The knob pressed against her dripping lips. She moved it higher. Her lips were pressed apart by the knob, then folded over it as she slid it further in. Jenny slowly raised it higher until the shorter shaft was all the way in, the main shaft pressed between her thick, outer lips. She looked down and smiled at Dash, who was watching everything intently.
Jenny closed her eyes and started to work it. Grinding back and forth rather than pulling it in and out. She squeezed her thighs tight to hold it in place, then with one hoof she reached behind herself, to grab at the shorter end of the main shaft as it stuck out behind her butt.
She worked herself up almost to the edge of an orgasm. The physical stimulation was intense, but not as much as the thought of Dash getting off from watching her. She opened her eyes again.
Dash wasn’t watching anymore, at least not watching the toy play. Jenny hadn’t noticed, but Dash had gotten up and turned over onto her belly. Her ass was just a little in the air and she was using her front hooves to pull her cheeks apart. Her tail was raised. She was inviting Jenny, pleading with her to satisfy her desires. That little pink pussy between those two blue cheeks wanted a cock, but Dash herself wanted Jenny.
Jenny leaned forward, watching the tip of the long end of the shaft sink between those lips, and then she pressed the rest of the way forward. She started to fuck Dash with her baton. In the same way, Dash was also fucking her. They ground themselves against each other and the hard wooden tonfa. Dash was the first to come. She screamed out into the night air. It was awkward fucking. Jenny had her front hooves on the ground, legs squeezed around Dash’s waist. She kept the baton in place by squeezing her thighs together. It wasn’t fast, it wasn’t powerful, but it did the job. Soon Jenny came, and added her own scream to Dash’s.
Dash came a second time, soon after.
Later, they collapsed, sweaty and out of breath, into each other’s legs. They discarded the baton, but continued to make love, slower now, and less charged. They massaged each other’s flesh. One of them turned around, and they dug their muzzles into each other’s love, tickling and exploring with their tongues. They came, and came again.
They slowed, and relaxed, and cuddled. They took turns dozing. Too soon, there was a hint of light on the horizon. It was time to depart. They both understood it. Dash asked for Jenny’s name, but she wouldn’t tell. Dash understood. Jenny started to put her costume back on.
Suddenly, she spun around. “Wait, but what was your n...”
There was nobody there. The Fifth Horseman was alone. The mysterious blue mare had already flown off.
Fluttershy fumbled with the key. After a lot of frustrated jiggling, she finally managed to get the hotel-room door open. They both went crashing into her room, their lips locked. Fluttershy kicked the door closed. Billy had her pressed all the way up against the wall. She had her hooves dug into his back. She turned him and pressed him up against the wall, and shoved her own tongue into his mouth. They tossed and turned, forcing each other up against the walls of the narrow hallway, until they reached the bedroom.
“Take me, Billy,” she told him.
“Are you sure?” he asked, still pecking at her lips. “Hours ago you were a frightened pony in a big city. I do not want to take advantage of you.”
“You’re not. You can’t take advantage of me if I want you to take advantage of me.” She smiled and then he smiled. “I didn’t know what I wanted when I came here. But it’s you, Billy. I want you.”
As if to show him, she laid down on the bed. She laid back, and spread her legs for him, offering herself to him. He lowered himself in front of the bed. The lips of her love were a soft strawberry pink lost in a field of honey. He moved his face forward to taste it. She squirmed and arched her back in pleasure. Her wings were stretched out wide on the hotel bed, fully erect. She wrapped her legs around his neck, crossing them at the ankles.
For two weeks now, Fluttershy had been fighting irresistible temptations in her loins. She hadn’t complained about it once. She hadn’t even discussed it with her friends, being too shy. They only knew because they were experiencing the same thing. Now it was like a dam breaking. Her whole body shuddered as Billy danced his long dexterous tongue across her clit, and flicked it deep into her hole. She had her first orgasm almost immediately. She got so wet, it was dripping off of his chin.
The whole mattress bounced up and down as she spasmed. She arched her back high, then shoved her hips up into the air, supporting herself on Billy’s neck. Only her shoulders and wings remained on the bed. Billy never lost focus; his muzzle was still dug into her, his tongue and lips still working with fervor on her sensitive clit.
She flopped her full weight back down on the bed and Billy’s face came with her. She looked down at his head, black and white against her yellow thighs. His wide nostrils were flaring. His breath was hot, but it was cooling the fluid that had been smeared across her thighs and belly. He could have kept it up all night if she had let him, but she didn’t want to. She reached down and grabbed his ears while spreading her legs further. She pulled him upwards.
He started to crawl up her body, nibbling and kissing as he went. He got to her shoulders and bit at her neck, while reaching down to grab his dick.
“No,” she whispered. “Not yet. Keep coming.”
He kept crawling up her body. Now it was her that was placing kisses on his neck, and chest, and belly. He climbed up until he had to put his front hooves up on the head board. His cock dangled over her face, exactly where she wanted it. She took a second to admire it. It wasn’t like any stallion’s that she had known. It was longer. Thicker. The skin was jet black, and it had an odd downward curve to it, even though she could tell by feeling it that he was fully erect. Then she sat up and sucked it into her mouth.
She fellated him slowly at first. She took it in gradually, gingerly. She let her lips just lightly caress the surface of his shaft, her tongue cupped around the bottom of it. She was cautious. Shy. Billy had his head pressed into the wall above the bed. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut in concentration. He had the urge to shove his hips forward, and ram it down her throat. He resisted.
With each passing second, Fluttershy was gaining confidence. She was fellating faster, sucking harder, and deeper. After several minutes, her head was a blur. She was sucking him off with a fury that one couldn’t have guessed from knowing her. Billy had known mares before, but none of them had been as enthusiastic as Fluttershy.
“Stop, stop, stop,” he moaned. He pulled himself from her face with a wet smack.
“I’m sorry,” she said. Her eyes grew wet. He had been so nice to her, he had even given her an orgasm. All she was wanted to do was please him now. “Did I do it wrong?”
“HA!” he said, loud enough to make her jump, then smile. “You do no wrong, Beautiful. If anything you are too good. I want to last, and please you again.”
She couldn’t say anything, except to squeak. She had a smile on her face though. Billy thought it was so beautiful that he climbed down and kissed her. She wrapped her legs around him. Their tongues were still dancing across each other when he slipped himself inside of her. She bit at his lower lip, gently, and stretched it out.
Their love-making was fluid, coordinated. They moved as if they were one living organism, flexing and gyrating. Sometimes they moved fast, and other times slow; sometimes they seemed to be barely moving at all. But at all times they were working together, feeding off of each other’s signals. After some length of time, they stopped. Fluttershy turned over and lifted her rear, so that Billy could take her from behind. They had both been in ecstasy before, but now they were exploding in sensation. The zebra’s downward curving cock was stimulating Fluttershy in just the right spot. Fluttershy’s wings were standing straight out. Billy started to caress them with his hooves. That was more than enough. Fluttershy started to pant, then squeal. Her voice rose into a high pitched wail as she came. Billy added his own voice as he came with her. He exploded into her, a perfectly simultaneous orgasm. They collapsed into bed together. Billy eventually slipped out. They pulled up the covers. They spooned there, Fluttershy’s back to Billy’s chest. They had hardly moved at all since coming together. They shared each other’s warmth. Neither minded the wet spot under their loins. They drifted off to sleep that way.
Too soon the hotel-room phone rang. It was the wake up call. Light was streaming in from underneath the thick curtains on the windows. They decided to get into the shower together. They splashed and giggled like children. They took turns scrubbing each other down. Fluttershy laughed as she lathered the skin of Billy’s erection. They got out of the shower and groomed each other. Billy was still rigidly erect.
So they jumped back into bed and made love again. They had to be fast so she wouldn’t miss the train.
Miguel, the new dishwasher, needed to ask his boss for some time off next Tuesday. He set down the sprayer, and tried to find him. If anything, he would probably find him out in the back alley, having the usual after service smoke. Miguel opened the back door. He found his boss, and a lot more that he hadn’t expected.
There was a white pony outside. She had a long beautiful purple mane, and a tail to match. She was one of the really gorgeous ponies that came in through the front door. She was kissing the sous-chef. Not just kissing the saucier, but french kissing him. With tongue. It looked like they were trying to swallow each other’s faces.
Even more extraordinary, the head chef was kissing her too. Only he was kissing her from the other end. His lips were planted firmly between her two round, white buttcheeks. Her purple tail was swishing back and fort across the gray tuft of hair on his head. Both the sous-chef and the head chef had big, pink, raging erections.
Miguel forgot all about the time off. He resolved right then and there that he would work hard and become a head chef himself some day. He turned and walked back inside.
He was stunned. Overwhelmed. He felt like he wasn’t quite sure if he had seen what he had seen. He certainly never saw anything like that before, but he knew he liked it. He told everybody else in the kitchen. They were stunned too. Then they dropped everything on the counter tops and headed out the door. They pushed him out of the way on their way out. He followed them out.
He couldn’t see the two chefs and the pony when he got back out. All the other mules were standing in the way, passing around a bottle of booze and cigarettes while they watched. He squeezed in between them and his jaw dropped.
They weren’t kissing anymore. The head chef had mounted the pony, and was positively fucking the shit out of her. He could hear them doing it even over all the laughter and cheering and chatting. The sound of their fucking echoed through the alley. There was the slapping of flesh against flesh, and the wet squealching every time he drove his cock into her sloppy pussy. The dishwasher took a swig from the bottle as they passed it around and almost choked on it, but managed to swallow. He passed it on.
The sous chef? He mounted her too, only from the other end. She was gobbling down his cock like it were a chorizo. She was good at it too. She didn’t have a lot of room to work with under both of the mules, but still her head somehow managed to bob back and forth. It was obvious she wanted it, and they were really giving it to her.
“Hey, you like that lady?” the head chef asked as he pounded her from behind. She called out something, completely muffled from the dick in her mouth. “Yeah, I like it too,” he replied. He slapped at her flank with his hoof and sped up his thrusting. “Oh, damn,” he moaned. “Oh, damn you’re good.” His voice rose in volume. “Oh, damn!” Suddenly he stopped thrusting, his cock deep inside. “Oh, shit!” He pumped one more, then dismounted. His cock came swinging out, dripping cum on the ground. He turned to the crowd. “Damn, that’s one nice piece of ass, fellas.” He turned back to Rarity. “Hey, you’re hot stuff, lady!”
“Thanks, Gustavo. You really know how to show a lady a good time.” The sous chef had taken his cock from her mouth. He was walking around to take his turn from behind. He hopped on and she squealed in delight. The saucier approached her from front, and she started to suck him off.
The dishwasher was surprised. He had no idea they were taking turns. He thought it was just for the head chef and sous chef. He started to wonder. Maybe he, the lowest mule on the totem pole, would eventually get a turn. The idea made him excited. He had never been with a mare before.
“Hey, look at Miguel!” the head chef laughed and pointed. The others turned and chuckled. “Hey, he’s just watching and he’s already got a boner.” It was true. The dishwasher was fully erect. “Ha, to be a kid again, huh? He’s just a young buck.”
The sous chef finished early. He was thrusting sloppily. His dick came out as he was cuming, and he spurted all over Rarity’s legs. He thanked her, and then it was the sous chef’s turn to fuck her.
“Hey, kid,” the head chef told him. The head chef hardly ever talked to him. “Go for it. Her mouth is all yours, man.”
The dishwasher started to walk over to Rarity. She looked gorgeous. Her curly purple mane was bouncing from the thrusting behind. His legs were wobbly; he was a bundle of nerves.
“Hi, there, cutie,” she said, in the sexiest voice he had ever heard, even though it was in English.
“H-hi,” he said. She reached out, grabbed him by his apron, and pulled him so that he was in front of her, but sideways. She grabbed his cock and pulled it out from underneath him, then latched onto it.
It was better than anything he had ever known. She only fellated him a few times before he blew his load into her mouth.
The other mules laughed and cheered. “See? What did I say?” the head chef asked. “Young buck!”
The young mule was still stunned. He looked into Rarity’s beautiful eyes. “Te amo,” he said. The other mules laughed. Rarity didn’t laugh at him. She smiled at him. Some of his semen spilled out from the corners of her mouth, but she gulped down the rest. She winked at him. He almost had a heart attack. He staggered back to the line of mules, receiving pats on the back.
“Hey, watch this trick,” the head chef said. He walked back up to Rarity. The head chef, in the kitchen, always had an endless supply of tricks and techniques. “Watch this trick,” he would always say before performing something mesmerizing. “This only works with unicorns,” he said this time. Then he kissed the tip of Rarity’s horn, then started to suck on it. His head bobbed up and down as if he were sucking cock. The other mules burst into laughter. He looked ridiculous. Then the laughter subsided. Rarity was moaning and screaming. The head chef’s cheeks were starting to glow, being lit from the inside. Rarity had a sudden and intense orgasm. The others could see her flanks flexing and contracting. She spurted fluid all over the saucier’s balls. The mules cheered as the head chef walked back to the line. “And that’s the nice thing about unicorns,” he smiled.
All of the mules had a turn with her. They reestablished their pecking order after the head chef had granted the dishwasher a free turn. She got them all off, but still she wanted more. She was insatiable. As it turned out, the dishwasher, being the youngest and most virile, was the first to get it up again.
She had him lay down on his back, so that his dick stuck up in the air. Then she mounted him. It was the first time he had ever been laid. He didn’t know what to do, but she did all the work for him. She was amazingly generous. The head chef was the next to get it up again. He approached her from behind.
“Not in the butt, please,” Rarity said, but still lifted her tail. He squatted down behind her, and squeezed his dick into her pussy, along with the dishwasher’s. They worked together, the head chef and the dishwasher. Their dicks sliding against each other like two wet pistons in her cunt, trying to please themselves and her. It worked. She came over and over. They each came once again, and then they were done for the night.
She wasn’t. She took each of the other mules, alone or in pairs. Eventually, she outlasted all of them. The gang broke apart. The older crew took the dishwasher out for drinks, sneaking him into a bar. Rarity went off with the head chef somewhere, the dishwasher never knew where. He would never forget her though, not for his entire life. She had been his first. She had been his best.
Applejack saw Twilight, Rainbow Dash and Rarity standing near the train. It would be leaving soon. She cantered quickly over to them. “Hiya, girls!” she said cheerfully.
“Hi, Applejack!” they all said, equally cheerful. It was like the dark cloud that had been hanging over them vanished. Each was happy and relaxed and content.
“So did y’all have fun in the big city?” she asked. All of them nodded and said they did. “Even you, Rainbow Dash? Did you meet a nice strapping stallion?”
“Oh, he was strapping alright,” she laughed. The others laughed too. “He was positively packing.” She would never tell any more than that.
“What was his name?”
“I can’t tell you. It’s a secret. So what about you?”
“Oh, well,” Applejack said. “I met a nice upper-class fella. You know, real upper crust? Came from good stock though. Boy, I’ll tell you that. What about you, Twi? Who’d you meet?”
“His name is Dusk,” she blushed.
“Oooo,” all the mares said, then giggled as if they were schoolchildren.
“And he’s a unicorn.”
“Ooo.”
“And he likes books.”
“Ooo.”
“And he’s really, REALLY handsome.”
“Ooo!” they giggled one more time.
“How about you, Rarity? Surely you wouldn’t have a problem finding a man.”
“Well, I can’t say they were exactly the upper crust of Manehattan society,” Rarity said non-chalantly.
“Wait... they?”
“But they were all perfect gentlecolts.”
“Haha,” Rainbow Dash said. “Rarity, you’re such a slut.”
“Wait,” Twilight stammered, “are you saying....”
“All aboard!” the conductor hollered. The last passengers boarded the train.
“Wait,” said Applejack. “Where’s Pinkie? Where’s Fluttershy?”
“We haven’t seen either of them,” Twilight explained. “We think Pinkie might have gone home yesterday after we got here.”
“That’s right,” Rarity explained. “I never saw her leave the station. And you know how she was behaving.”
“Ah guess,” said Applejack. “I’ll be glad if I don’t have to put up with her fussin’ on the way back too. But what about Fluttershy? I’m pretty sure I saw her leaving.”
“That’s right, I saw her too,” Rarity said.
“Oh my gosh,” Rainbow Dash said. “She’s gonna miss the train!” The four ponies had no choice but to board, talking about Fluttershy as they did so.
“What if she didn’t ask for a wake-up call?” Twilight asked. “You know how she doesn’t like to bother service workers.”
“Oh Celestia,” said Rarity. “What if she didn’t even make it to the hotel? Oh, she could be anywhere! We never should have left her alone in this city. Anything could have happened. We’re terrible friends for only thinking of ourselves.”
Applejack opened the window for fresh air. “Wait! Wait!” she heard someone softly yelling over the crowd.
“Oh wait, here she comes, girls!” AJ said excitedly. “She just made it. And she brought her new boyfriend too! He’s a... he’s a... what the hay?”
Fluttershy bounded up the steps just as the train started to move forward. She flung herself into the car, pushed past her friends, ignoring them, and stuck her head out the window.
“I love you, Billy!” she yelled.
“I love you too, Beautiful!” the zebra running along the moving train yelled back.
“I’m going to come back someday!”
“I will find a way to Ponyville too!” the train was picking up speed and leaving him behind.
“Goodbye, Billy!”
“Goodbye, Beautiful! I love you!” It was the last thing she heard him say as the train left the station. She sat down in the seat, a broad smile on her face. It took her a while to notice the other ponies staring at her.
“Oh, hi girls,” she said.
“A zebra?” Twilight asked.
“Uh huh.”
“So,” Rainbow Dash said. “Is what they say about it true? About boy zebras?”
Fluttershy blushed and was silent for a moment. “Yes,” she finally said, matter-of-factly. The others laughed. “Hey, where’s Pinkie?” she asked.
“We think she went back to Ponyville early,” Twilight explained.
They didn’t notice when the train passed underneath an overpass, but they all noticed the loud thump on the roof of the train as something fell on top of it. They heard the clopping of hooves moving from the center of the car to the back. There was silence for a moment, then Pinkie Pie came walking through the door.
She looked as disgruntled as she had ever been. She sat down next to Fluttershy and stared ahead.
“Pinkie?” Fluttershy asked. Pinkie didn’t respond.
“Pinkie?” Twilight asked. “What happened to you? We thought you went home!”
“Yeah,” Pinkie grunted. “No.”
“Pinkie, do you mind me asking you something?” Rarity said. “Why are you wearing that outfit?”
Pinkie looked down. She was wearing a prison uniform with broad black and white stripes. She was even still wearing the hat. “Ah hell,” she said. “I forgot to take it off. No wonder everypony kept staring at me after the escape.”
“Escape?” Rainbow Dash asked.
Pinkie sighed heavily, exasperated. “Yeah, Dash. During the prisoner transfer. That’s when they’re least expecting it. Duh.” She started taking her uniform off. The other ponies were shocked. She was still pink, but it wasn’t Pinkie Pie pink. It was flesh pink. Most of her hair had been shaved off. When she lifted off her hat it was simply bare - no mane came tumbling out. Her tail was short and thin and hairless. She stuffed the discarded uniform under the seat, then sat back, staring ahead again. They could see every little fold, mole, and nipple on her naked body.
“Um, Pinkie Pie?” Applejack asked.
“Yes?” Pinkie Pie sighed.
“Who’s Grizelda?”
Pinkie Pie looked down at her flank. There was a new tattoo. A very poorly done, amateur, prison tattoo. Still fresh. It read: “Grizelda’s Bitch.”
“Oh,” said Pinkie Pie. “She’s just a griffon I met last night.” She paused. “I’m her bitch,” she added.
Fluttershy spoke up. “Do you want to talk abo-...”
“No,” said Pinkie Pie.
It was a long train ride home to Ponyville. It was made longer by the other five ponies talking about how much fun they had, and how they couldn’t wait to go back to Manehattan next year. None of them noticed Pinkie’s twitching eyelid.
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