"So ladies, how was that?" Trial asks as the rooster crows.
All three wonderbolts were panting as Trail looks over their naked bodies, only partly covered by some of their underwear around their hooves. "So…good," Glide tries to say.
"Spitfire? Fleetfoot?" Trial asks.
They both moan as she they try to reach for him.
"Come on my fiery mare, answer," Trial instructs.
Spitfire moans and grabs onto his leg. "More…" She pants.
"The sun is coming up dear," Trial informs.
Fleetfoot crawls over her and grabs onto his other leg and tries to drag herself to him. "Please…"
"Down you two," Glide instructs.
Trial smirks as they groan and lays their heads down. "You want to do what they did to you. Maledom I believe you said?"
"No, I like being a mare and they make good ones too," Glide says before slapping Fleetfoot's flank.
Fleetfoot moans as she wiggles her flank. "True. But how some femdom on them? I'm sure Leandra can help you make that come true," Trial offers chuckling as he wraps his arms around her.
"Maybe later. Now then let see if we can't make them talk." Glide says.
Trial kisses her neck. "You want to take the lead my sexy flyer?"
"Give them a moment," Glide says.
Trial hums. "So what do you want to do in the meantime?"
"Tell me more about yourself," Glide says tracing on his chest.
Trial smirks. "What do you want to know sexy?"
"Just about you," Glide says.
Trial smiles. "Well, I'm a just simple pony."
"Come on. Let me know." Glide says before kissing his cheek.
Trial smiles and keeps his arms wrapped around her. "I'm an old pony. Lost in time."
"Oh?" Glide asks as he runs his fingers through her mane.
Trial nods. "Yes. It seems that I am a millennium old. Still…not bad of a romp in bed for such an old pony, right?"
"Who are you kidding? You aren't that old. You are just displaced from time," Glide says.
Trial kisses her cheek. "Sexy. But at least that much is true. I have all of you."
Glide giggles and leans her head against him. "Anything else?"
"I'm a killer. A real good one," Trial says petting her.
"Your looks are killer," Glide teases.
Trial laughs and let's her sit on his lap. "So…how do you like your new family? A little kooky, but I think we can make it work, would you say?"
"I like it," Glide says as Spitfire groans.
"What happened?" Spitfire groans getting her head up.
"Well, wedding night preview," Glide jokes.
Fleetfoot groans as she sits up. "My aching…everything."
"Oh girls. You are now fully awake," Trial says.
"This really hurts…" Spitfire says as she groans while slightly moving her legs.
Trial smiles and runs a hand through both of their manes.
They both sigh in relief as they purr. "So good," they say together.
Glide smirks. "Look at them. So wasted. It's almost like the after parties we do."
"Come on you. Free time for coffee," Trial says.
They both purr happily as Glide gets up and gets dressed.
"Morning you four," Leandra says walking in.
"Hey lion ass," Glide says walking past and gives a light slap to her flank.
"Oh, you have adjusted quickly," Leandra says.
"I'm getting a flank pounding from this guy. How could I not?" Glide says jokingly shrugging as she walks out.
Leandra shakes her head and looks to Trial still petting Spitfire and Fleetfoot. "Come on. Give it a break and let's eat breakfast. Sentire is cooking."
"Does she know how?" Trial asks curiously as they look to each other before Leandra rushes back out.
"Hum. Add a pinch of salt," Sentire reads from a cookbook Dusk has given her and reaches over and pinches the white crystals before throwing them into the pan. "And flip after a minute or two and let it cook the same amount of time. Seems easy," she says looking to the burnt eggs on the pan. "It did say a minute or was it ten?" Sentire asks herself as she goes back to the book.
"Really?! You can't cook?" Leandra yells barging in and pushes her away. "And it's ruined. Shouldn't have let you cooked," she says taking over. "Guess you are going to need your own stallions to cook for you," Leandra says shaking her head.
"Oh. She's terrible," the dog says walking past. "Burns everything. Even water. Hah! It's almost laughable amongst us."
"Oh?" Sentire asks before getting the spray bottle.
"Yipe!" the dog yells before running off and passes by Trial leading Spitfire and Fleetfoot through the hallway.
"How are you two feeling now?" Trial asks.
"So good," they both say smiling as they see Glide and Hurricane at the table.
"Where is Daring?" Trial asks.
"Checking the school," Leandra says. "So now you two going to eat in your underwear?" Leandra asks.
"No. Give us a moment," Spitfire tries to say.
Trial shakes his head and pushes them along. "Go on. Get dressed. We'll wait," he says moving to take a seat next to Hurricane as she reads the newspaper.
"So you have fun with Leandra and Daring?" Trial asks.
Hurricane hums. "It was good."
"You are cute with that comment," Trial teases.
Hurricane hums as she kept reading the newspaper.
"So what do you think we should do with our gold?" Trial asks.
Hurricane looks to the pile of gold items in the corner that the dog earlier barfed up. "Sell them."
"I mean what should we buy with them?" Trial asks.
Hurricane closes the newspaper and like to him. "To have more farms and farmers, raise the food and gold to raise my army that will take over this land," she says seriously.
"We aren't taking over, but we will do the farm idea," Trial says nuzzling her.
"Good. Get to it," Hurricane says pushing him off.
"My sexy tough mare," Trial says teasingly as he reaches around her waist and pinches her flank.
Daring reaches down and smacks his hand hard.
"Ow. Why?" Trial asks recoiling his hand and rubbing it.
Hurricane says nothing, going back to the newspaper.
Trial sighs. "Well…at least I'm not alone, being placed out of time. I've got two mares with me that is in the same situation."
"And one needs to work on her flank," Leandra calls.
"Oh, shut it you griffon ass," Hurricane calls back.
"Ok, I don't get that," Trial says.
"They have a lion's ass," Hurricane explains.
"Oh, I get it now. Clever girl," Trial teases.
"But apparently not a clever stallion. Who did I sack up with?" Hurricane asks herself.
"Hey. It is early and I didn't have much sleep. As you heard, Fleetfoot is a screamer," Trial says.
"Couldn't miss it," Hurricane says.
"Now may I eat with you?" Trial asks leaning onto her shoulder.
"Yes. Whatever is needed," Hurricane says putting the newspaper away.
"Oh,will you strip for me?" Trial asks.
"Not till bedtime," Hurricane informs.
"Good try though," Trail says to her as he relaxes.
"Good boy," Hurricane says patting his head as Spitfire and Fleetfoot reemerged wearing their suits.
"So what's for breakfast?" Spitfire asks rubbing her head.
"Good morning fiery mare," Trial teases.
"Yeah. Yeah. Wait till breakfast," Spitfire groans before yawning.
"What do you think Hurricane?" Trial asks.
"I think she needs to be taught a lesson still. She is not a good leader such as I," Hurricane says proudly.
"Oh, fuck you," Spitfire calls.
"Too late," Hurricane calls back smirking.
"So…what are we going to do now? Especially with all of them?" Leandra asks pointing to the wonderbolts and Hurricane.
"That's the boss's decision," Trial says looking to Sentire holding a stack of plates and looking to slightly confused.
"Wait. You all serve her?" Hurricane asks miffed that they are following an earth pony.
"No, we are currently employed by her," Trial says patting her mane.
Hurricane knocks his hand away. "Still the same."
"Hey, we got to make money to eat," Trial says.
Hurricane throws her hand to the pile of gold just sitting there.
"Yeah. We got that from doing jobs and one lead us to you," Trial says smirking.
"Then you better gain an income right now." Hurricane says frowning.
"Any thoughts on that?" Trial asks.
"Get some farms and farmers," Hurricane says frowning.
"We will do that if you behave," Trial teases as they start smelling something good.
"Finally," Hurricane says putting the newspaper down.
"Hope everyone is ready," Leandra calls as the dog joins them at the table.
"For what? What do we have?" Fleetfoot asks and retreats it as Lendra places the plate onto the table.
"We got pancakes, we have eggs, hay, and sausage." Leandra informs.
The wonderbolts immediately turn green and almost barfed as Leandra places the meat onto the table.
"What is wrong with you three?" Trial asks.
"Meat! We don't eat meat!" Spitfire yells offended.
"You're vegetarians huh?" Hurricane asks.
"We're ponies. We don't eat meat," Fleetfoot tries to defend.
"Who says?" Trial asks.
"Why did you not serve meat in the castle brother!?" Artemis yells.
"Because it cost around three times as much for meat production than with produce back then. And that was back when you were banished…also we needed griffon support. I gave them our stockpile of meat," Solaris explains.
"And why do you not have it here anymore?! I am sick of eating the vegetarian crap!" Artemis yells.
Solaris raises an eyebrow. "Because some nobles saw me not eating meat for such a long time, they decided to capitalize on it. No more meat in the restaurants where they eat, regular ponies saw it, wanted to do the same. Soon, they all got use to it. But if you want, I can have the kitchen cook up the griffon meal on standby," Solaris says shrugging.
"Do it!" Artemis yells.
"I am killing the first high nobles I see when I have a chance." Trial says as he ties his wires slowly around his fingers.
"The ones who made the change, are dead. The ones who profit most from the produce market, they are the descendants," Daring explains.
"And the ones eating it are us." Leandra says eating from the sausage plate.
Sentire licks her lips as she grabs a piece and bites into it and stops before sighing in relief as she kept the sausage in her mouth.
The dog simply hits the plate and flips the sausage into the air before snapping it out of the air.
"So in closing, if we couldn't eat meat, how are we and not having any bad things happening to us?" Trial asks the wonderbolts.
All three couldn't say anything as they knew they have been eating meat for a while and looks like they are been fine the whole time.
"Now where were we?" Tial asks Hurricane.
Hurricane raises an eyebrow to him as she bites into a piece of meat. "The farm."
"No, with you three." Trial says moving over to them.
The wonderbolts looked shocked at him. "That much?" Spitfire asks thinking he was crazy.
"I mean where were we in talking. Oh, right. Will you tell me who sent you to take Hurricane?" Trial asks leaning in close to them.
"Prince Solaris," Spitfire says as she kept an eye on Hurricane chomping away.
"I see," Trial says starting to pet her.
Hurricane purrs and leans her head toward him. "More."
"And you met with him for these orders?" Trial inquires.
"No…the guards were sent to us with the orders," Spitfire explains.
"I see…well you were fooled," Trial informs.
"Fooled? Why else would Solaris send us the order?" Spitfire demands.
"It wasn't Solaris. It was the nobles hoping to gain a bit more power and recognition by having one of the founders," Trial says shaking his head.
Spitfire slumps back into her seat. "So…it's a lie."
"Looks like we need to damage some lines," Trial starts before feeling his arm behind grip tight and then squeezed. "but let's get the farms up and going." Trials says chuckling nervously as Hurricane let's up her grip.
Dusk sighs as he rubs his head. "So many days of trouble. More so than usual. I'm surprised…why are my pants coming down?" he asks before sliding his chair back and sees the one god he didn't need to see. "Eris, I don't need this." he says, seeing the draconequus fiddling with his pants and now boxers.
Eris giggles as she brushes back her white short hair. "Aw come on Dusky. You loved it that one time," she sings grinning.
Dusk glares at her. "One drunken night of sugar. Besides, you forced yourself into my room."
Eris floats up into his lap smiling. "But you didn't resist me when I started to kiss and hug you."
Dusk groans as he slowly wraps his arms around her sides a bit. "I told you. I was drunk on sugar. You can thank Berry for that. And what are you doing here? I thought you would be having a tea party with Butterscotch."
Eris licks her lips at him. "I felt all the trouble from town increase and without me to do it. I just had to see what is going on here. No one takes my job," she declares.
"Well no one is trying to. It's just we have ponies displaced from time," Dusk informs.
Eris hums as she brings a claw to her chin. "Maybe I should help them get back. What do you think?" she asks snapping her claws and pops into existence a pair of lacy pink bra and panties as she puts on a pose, looking up to him. "Sexy enough or should I go lawyer style and have them sign an agreement?"
Dusk blushes as he stares down her body and notices the curves that she has. "Um…none…none. They would more likely kill you for it."
Eris smiles and grins. "Aw Dusky. I didn't know you cared for my life. Let's get married," she says and the next thing Dusk knew, he was in a tuxedo with Eris in a wedding dress as the wedding march plays in the background. "Now then. Take me Dusky," she says cheerfully wrapping her arms around his neck.
Dusk just raises an eyebrow. "Eris."
"My Dusk senses are tingling," Sentire says.
"The fuck…?" Leandra could only ask as they all look towards her before she slowly got up and the front door was busted open and Sentire was gone.
"Looks Eris, you can't really talk to them. They are from the old days. Back before Prince Solaris banished Prince Artemis," Dusk explains. "And I don't think they know the concept of lawyers at all."
Eris hums as she snaps her claws again and both their dress and suit disappeared, but this time, she kept her underwear, only this time it is more revealing and actually shows some parts of her. "Then I guess I should go the old famished way. Open a portal through time and shove them back in."
Dusk gulps as he tries to look away and blush heavily. "Yeah…I don't think that will work too. My more pressing thought is how they got here to begin with?"
Eris got up a bit and straddles his lap. "Well…I think the entrance is what matters. What matters is what they are doing now," she says grabbing his hand and puts it into her flank. "Come on. You know you want to."
"Eris, what could pull ponies from different times without them even realizing it?" Dusk asks seriously.
"Oh. Just a portal hidden something. Clouds would do," Eris says smiling and grabs his other hand to place on her flank. "Come on. Give a squeeze."
"Get off him tramp!" Sentire yells bridging open the door and actually breaks it off the frame.
Eris looks under herself at Sentire. "Oh. Hot mare," she says turning around and sits on Dusk's lap. "Hi. My name is Eris and…" she doesn't say more as a large scythe blade was placed at her neck. "Eh?"
Sentire growls as she presses the blade to her throat. "Leave spirit or I will cut out your life and make a new one."
Dusk presses a finger on the blade and pushes it away. "Down Sentire. She's not that hostile. Just…flirty as Tartarus."
Sentire frowns heavily. "She was trying to…"
"I already kissed her," Dusk says as he leans his head on his hand, looking down a bit. "Crazy party, but it was a one time thing." He says poking Eris's head with his other hand.
"But he didn't deny it." Eris says and Sentire swings and cuts a few strands of hair, making it fall in her view. "Okay. I'll stop. But that doesn't mean you stop my antics good mare…I think I'll keep this on when I visit sweet Dusky. Or is it Handsome Dusky? Sexy Dusky?" Eris asks herself as she keeps rambling off names while flapping away.
Sentire slowly puts her scythe down as Dusk sighs. "Sorry. She always wants to have fun and always the first or second stop. She loves messing with me…did you call her a tramp?"
"She was forcing herself on you," Sentire says.
Dusk rolls his eyes and doesn't say anything.
"You don't deny it?" Sentire asks frowning slightly, still miffed at how Eris can be so good looking.
"Nope. She didn't start out that way, but after getting use to me…she got interested. I think it's because of the fact I can be more fun than the other ponies around here. After all, spirit of chaos and I'm a walking magnet for them," Dusk laminates. Sentire puts her scythe down as she looks him over and then looks away. "You don't think you can match up to her," Dusk suddenly says, making Sentire look back at him.
"Um…yes. I really don't have anything going for me on that," Sentire tries to say.
"Well…you do have personality," Dusk starts and Sentire becomes a little relieved. "Then there's…your body," Dusk says, clearing his throat.
"What about it?" Sentire asks looking to herself.
Dusk rubs the back of his head. "Well…they say that…back in the old days…big mares, with big hips and…large…assets…are more healthier and able to birth better foals as they would be safer during childbirth," he says, his blush growing by every word.
"Well that's what they told me. I needed a bigger body if I wanted to attract more males to be my mates," Sentire says, surprising Dusk she said it without shame.
"Who again?" Dusk asks curious.
"The gods," Sentire says, making a slight silence between the two.
"Well now this makes a whole lot of sense," Dusk says relaxing in his seat now.
"Meh, she isn't that special," Eris says a bit away.
"She is closely connected to the gods," Dusk says smirking.
"I'm a god," Eris defends. "If it's a god you're looking for, I can become a god of love and lust, not just chaos."
"Back off tramp!" Sentire yells brandishing her scythe.
"In your dreams big girl," Eris says smirking.
"What have I gotten myself into?" Dusk asks.
"I can think of one thing we can do to prove this and end it," Eris offers.
And with that, Dusk teleports away.
Sentire slouches that he is now gone. "What is it?"
Eris smirks and floats over before whispering in her ear, making Sentire brighten up a bit and smile soon after.