Previously: while Twilight helped Rainbow Dash get her spine corrected, she was visited by Scootaloo who wanted to know what had happened to her idol. She then asks Twilight why she has Rainbow Dash and Applejack as her lovers, a question Twilight hardly could answer to. In the meantime, Berry Punch finally gets to see a doctor in psychology to deal with her trauma, but she was worried to find out that she was being directed to Winter Breeze, who she recently had seen in her worst state. Winter Breeze, at the same time, gets a highly unpleasant visit from two ponies she had hoped never to see again...
Lust and violence
The day continued with a sad parade of ponies walking down the street of Ponyville. Strong soldiers from Celestia's army each separated into groups of four so they could share the heavy burden of carrying their dead comrades back to Canterlot. This saddening parade had attracted a lot of attention from ponies all around the little village. Some walked next to the guards with bouquets, some dropped down thin blankets from the windows to the coffins, and there were even civilians who offered to help carrying. Mares dressed in widows cloths and stallions wearing black tuxedos, they had all come today so they could say a final farewell to their loved ones and friends. The crowd slowly made their way towards the station where the train waited for them. The coffins were to be transported the rest of the way to Canterlot, to make sure they all had a proper burial with Celestia herself reading the final words before they'd be put six hooves under. Family and relatives were welcome aboard to company them on the last journey...
And a pony who was more than eager to follow them right now was a certain pegasus mare located far from the train station, a beige shrink named Winter Breeze who had found some of the worst companies she knew of. She had seen many ponies through her years in psychology. Everything from victims of trauma to causers of said traumas. And most of these had been at her office or in another pony's home, never outside a cafe or some other public place. Yet here she was, feeling the boulders of stones tossing around in her stomach when seeing these two menaces from before.
The turquoise unicorn stallion with his pitch-black eye colors, and the dark golden pegasus mare with that disgusting grin on her lips. Hundreds of question marks flooded Winter Breeze's head. What in Equestria had brought these two monsters back from Stud's shadow? Were the two lieutenants of that walking nightmare here to finally take care of her once and for all?
"Hi!" the mare known as Moist exclaimed in an excited tone, behaving like she was overly happy to see Winter Breeze again. No response came aside from the wide-open eyes. She turned them to the stallion staring at her with a raised eyebrow, seemingly curious to know what was going on in the mature mare's mind.
"Not very polite, are you?" he asked, letting go of a mean smirk before leaning over the table. "Can't be very bright either, minding you actually tried to stand in Stud's way".
"Tee hee! Don't be like that, Black-Eye" Moist said with a nudge into her friend's side. "She just lost the love of her life, mind you".
He stared angrily at her. "So what? Are you vouching for her now?".
"What horrible accusation! Sounds like somepony woke up with his cock stuck in a wrench this morning!".
"That's because YOU placed it there when I was asleep, you sick whorse!".
"What you gonna do about it? Hurt me?".
"I might as well just tell Stud you didn't make it back. I saw a lovely patch of land where I can bury your dismembered corpse in!".
"Ooohh, you turn me on so much" she moaned and leaned over to nuzzle the stallion perversely. "I want your cock in my mouth...".
While the frowning stallion violently pushed down his companion from her chair, Winter Breeze had been sitting all silently without moving a muscle. From the beginning she was frightened and fearing for her life, but now she actually didn't know what to say. From approaching her like silent killers, they had degenerated into bizarre comedians who apparently had forgotten about their target. She could have just slipped away any moment now, minding that the duo suddenly had started struggling each other, with the mare trying to get her head between the stallion's hindlegs.
This... was very new to her. She didn't know what drew her to remain on her seat and open her mouth.
"Uhm... excuse me?".
The struggling ponies froze with their eyes glued to the beige mare, staring at her like a statue trying to molest the other one. Winter Breeze hesitated once she realized that was perhaps her last chance of getting away. Now every inch of their attention was back on her.
"But what... I mean, what... are you two doing here?" she asked and gesticulated her hooves into the body language of not understanding. The duo looked back at each other, silently discussing if it was time to act seriously. They agreed, thus backed away from each other and replaced themselves from their chairs. Breeze cringed when they suddenly sat next to her, surrounding her left and right by picking the empty seats. She carefully grabbed her cup of coffee and held it with both hooves, preparing to defend herself any way possible.
They didn't mind her doing that at all. Black-Eye already knew what she planned on doing, and he let it pass this time. He didn't doubt his ability to dodge or retaliate if needed to. Moist, on the other hoof, followed the cup for a few seconds just to make sure it wasn't going towards her. Black-Eye cleared his throat, making himself comfortable by once again leaning over the table with an arched foreleg supporting his head.
"I suppose you want to know who we are and... yeah, what we are doing here" he began softly, showing a personality perfectly able to communicate peacefully and civilized.
A side he didn't managed to show during their previous encounter...
Winter Breeze couldn't help but scanning the personalities of the ponies next to her. A work-related damage she had acquired through her years of restlessly analyzing others. These ponies clearly had some scars from the past. Nothing hard to notice since they so openly had shown their different colors, so to speak. The male had shown sides of extreme aggression and bloodlust, followed by temperamental issues.
The other one obviously suffered from many sexually related traumas hidden beneath that thick self-confidence, likely something caused to her from an early stage in her life. Most mares behaving like they want any kind of sex or physical stimulation are sooner or later broken down by the thought of sex itself. There is no such thing as a mentally healthy mare who is so dangerously addicted to sex like this one. However, it is possible that if you constantly expose a pony to something on an everyday basis, you can end up crushing that pony's personality into pieces, forcing it to adapt to whatever you expose it to as its new mentality and interest. That's a nightmare of a process since you actually have to break down into a state of total submission and cooperation, something only the cruelest of minds would do to a pony's mentality.
Winter Breeze shuddered when she tried to imagine what Moist must have gone through her entire life to become the sexual deviant she was now. She clearly was the one with most issues, but they were all hidden under such a deep layer of damages that you probably never would be able to even scratch the core of what she once was. Did Stud do this to her?
"You see..." Black-Eye began while giving his companion a glance. "... we are here for various reasons. However, we have been ordered to only tell what we feel like giving away. Stud warned us about you, Winter Breeze. She told us about your bad habit to constantly analyze anypony within your presence.
At that moment, Winter Breeze stopped looking up and down at Black-Eye's body, feeling awkwardly interrupted in the middle of her job. Moist giggled and decided to continue where her friend left of.
"Stud entrusted us to... keep an eye on you until further notice".
"Me? Why?" Breeze asked. She knew many reasons for why the had been given the task, but all of them seemed farfetched since they could just kill or kidnap her. She knew of the eventual outcome from this, but seeing as she was surrounded by two dangerous ponies who came from Stud's gang of criminal psychopaths, there was really nothing else she could do than stay awhile and listen. Her cool was still on, but who knew how long it would remain...
"Isn't it obvious?" Moist said with a groping look at Breeze. "Stud originally wanted you dead. But your brave little friend managed to stop her".
"And intentionally hurt her while doing so" Black-Eye added with a frown.
"So we are here to make sure nothing happens to you until she gets another chance".
As unnerving as the conversation was, Breeze kept breathing regularly and took a sip from the cup in her hooves before putting it down. "What keeps her from sending you two to do her dirty work?".
They chuckled in unison, hardly believing the mere thought of it.
"Stud wanted to kill you personally in public. If anypony else did so in her place, they would know the wrath of our beloved leader. And Stud wouldn't let us be her lieutenants if she couldn't trust us. There's nopony more loyal than Moist and me".
"Even though you are a tempting treat..." the mentioned mare said and leaned over Winter Breeze's shoulder, nuzzling her cheek intimately. Breeze felt a chill running up her spine as the warm muzzle caressed her together with the foreleg stroking her back. A whole flood of bad memories rushed her brain in an instant, threatening to take her cool away. Luckily, Moist had a grip on herself all the time and thus let her go after the quick snuggle.
As much as doubt ruled her emotions, Breeze still managed to note a strange thing about the ponies.
Why didn't they have cutie-marks?
She gathered her spirit and thoughts together for the next question, something she actually had been looking forward to learn.
"What is Stud going to do with Soul Hook?".
"Hah! Nice try, miss shrink" Moist replied with a stain of cockiness. Breeze knew it probably wouldn't be easy to get the answer from these two. Since hope is the last thing that abandons you, she had to at least try.
"So what happens now? Who are you two, actually?" she asked instead, hoping her luck would play out better this time.
Black-Eye and Moist looked at each other. Another silent conversation through looks, this time ending in Breeze's favor. The stallion looked around to make sure nopony was around aside from those far from the cafe. Not even any worker was nearby, therefore he could relax and lean a little closer to Breeze. A vile smirk seared its display into her memory right before he finally spoke.
"We can tell you that, because we know you won't tell anypony about us. So here goes..." he said and allowed Moist to continue. Breeze followed their shifts by simply moving her eyes over to the other side. The mare next to her didn't look promising at all with that hungry look in her eyes.
"Once upon a time, we were nothing but your run of the mill criminals who did their best to stay alive on breadcrumbs and dirty water, figuratively speaking".
"We all have our story, Winter Breeze. You should be no stranger to what drives ponies to become what they are...".
"My parents raped me".
"And mine beat me half to death".
Winter Breeze had already foreseen that. Criminal minds are always born from either broken families, bad environment or even both. Didn't take her experienced brain much to figure that out. She let them continue since they actually had started talking sense. This information could also be vital, no matter how cryptic or enigmatic it might be.
"We were noponies living in the parts of Equestria that Princess Celestia had forgotten. Forsaken outcasts from what other ponies lived and thrived on. There was no room for us, nopony who could embrace us for who we are. We could only live to ease the pain of our parents by letting them abuse us day in and day out. One after another died either from starvation or from criminals who didn't want any loose ends".
"But that was until Stud came into our lives...".
"Yes. Stud III, or commonly referred by us as 'our savior'. He found us as foals and mercilessly killed our parents before our eyes, tortured and burned them by stuffing them full of alcohol and throwing matches down their throats".
Winter Breeze cringed.
"He promised us new names, ones that would reflect the abilities he saw in us. We had proven ourselves worthy of his further attention, so he decided to keep his promise by putting us on trials before we could become part of his group".
"He put me through a path of violence, sent me to countless situations where I had to kill in order to survive. Took some time, but in the end I could kill anything without even twitching an eye, instead focusing on making art out of the killings. That's how I got my cutie-mark" Black-Eye explained with an empty stare at Winter Breeze.
"And I was thrown to the beasts, forced to endure months in a cage filled with horny stallions. I wouldn't come out until I was the one who raped them... and when I finally did, I had my cutie-mark" Moist said casually, not giving a single care about the oddness in her words.
Winter Breeze already understood most of what was going on. The ponies around her were nothing but broken minds, once forced through horrible events in order to become the wicked weapons of an immeasurably sick mind. But were these actually victims? If so, why were they still loyal? Was it out of fear? The fear of facing Stud's wrath? Or was it a form of loyalty that you'd hope darkness never would gain? And then what happened to their cutie-marks?
"Are Black-Eye and Moist... your actual names?" she asked, hoping she could get some more information before trying to get out of here. She glanced at the open directions. There was nopony even close to the cafe, and the pony who served her earlier seemed to have disappeared. Black-Eye and Moist looked at her for a short moment, giving her the implement that they knew what she was thinking. But in fact, they were actually considering what to say next. As much as they behaved like everything was under control, most of the things they reacted to were more or less improvisations. However, Breeze's question was not too much for them to answer.
Moist brushed back her mane while Black-Eye leaned a little more over the table. Their looks turned into rays of ice, chilling the mare who ironically carried the name of something you often feel the moments winter is on its way.
"Morning Glory. I was named Moist by Stud himself" the female said.
"Bruise Patch, named Black-Eye by Stud" the male followed.
In that moment of revelation, Winter Breeze felt a strong nail of fear strike through her courage. Those names had been mentioned before. Way back when she still was visiting the prison of Fillydelphia, several years before she met Soul Hook. She had been looking through a couple of registers for reference material. There were two files she found that was marked S in wanted ratio, and none of them had pictures, only names.
The first was a female pegasus. She was wanted for multiple offenses of kidnapping, sexual molestation, rape, severe abuse, pedophilia, bestiality, blackmailing... the list went on. She was basically wanted for every sexual crime you could commit. It also said she usually tortured her victims through physical means, children and elders alike just to get her will through, forcing them to do horrible things just for her sexual pleasure.
The second one was a male unicorn. He had been found guilty for abuse, attempted murder, murder, pony slaughter, genocide, arson, practically every offense of violence there was. Most victims had traces of severe torture followed by dismemberment, disembowelment, decapitation and various other ways of brutally killing ponies in the most painful of ways. One out of ten victims was unlucky enough to survive with permanent handicap and mental trauma.
Their names were among the most infamous in entire Equestria, wanted for crime against nature and pony-kind and wanted preferably dead. There were rumors that they had disappeared since both suddenly stopped appearing. The descriptions didn't fit anymore on any reported crimes usually related to them. And this was during the time when Stud was still thought to be dead...
Yet here she was, sitting in plain sight outside a cafe, surrounded by two of the most dangerous criminals in Equestria. Moist and Black-Eye leaned towards her at the same time, leaving but an inch of distance between all three snouts. A heavy shade of darkness fell over Breeze's terrified expression. The ice-cold eyes staring deep into hers became a mental torture that she couldn't escape. The mere thought of standing so close to death that she could feel the cold hoof caressing her shoulder. This bitter fact that there was absolutely nothing she could do. They decided if she was to live or die. A grip around her throat so strong that she already felt the fetlocks strangling her. Both of them smiled at her.
"Pleased to meet you... Miss Winter Breeze" they said in unison...
There had been some ruckus in the library of Ponyville today, and it wasn't over yet. The door opened to let out a resisting pegasus.
"But, Twilight! How can you have both Rainbow Dash and..." she tried to argue until Twilight forced her to walk out from the library. She had a thoughtful look in her eyes unable to give the young pony an answer. Her words hadn't been enough either, and there was way too much going on in her head to produce something witty to say. Her only option now was to get rid off the little thing before things got out of hoof.
"I'm sorry, Scootaloo... but I don't think you can understand the situation. I don't want to choose between..." she said until her brain gave her a slap across her mental cheek. "I mean...".
"Mean what?!" Scoot suddenly exclaimed, causing Twilight to jump in surprise. There were tears in the little foal's eyes. "You can't just take two ponies for yourself! You can only have one special somepony! One! Not two!" she cried angrily.
"Scootaloo, that's not a rul-".
"Yes it is! What are you going to do when Rainbow Dash wants to spend time with you alone?!".
"Shh... calm down, Scoot" Twilight said, mortified if somepony more judgmental than most others were to listen.
"I AM calm! And you're a selfish pony who thinks you can have whatever you want!".
Twilight fell into a deaf silence.
"If you hurt Rainbow Dash's feelings, I'll hate you forever, Twilight! Hate you! And I will hate you even more if you hurt Applejack too! Because she is my best friend's sister! So you will hurt her too!".
There was really nothing Twilight could come up with at that moment.
"But you know what?! I think I hate you already, you selfish egghead!".
Before Twilight even had the shadow of a chance to say something, Scootaloo was already on her way, running like the wind without a thought about looking over her shoulder. She had been working on saying that for a while, and now it was finally out of the bag. However, she didn't want to lose control, therefore took her best shot at running away while crying like the little filly she was.
The words melt into Twilight's mind. Echoes from the past where she had told herself the same words. She had blamed herself for selfish acting, believing she had made the worst possible decision. Having two lovers was something she never had dared dream of, both because it felt wrong and because it was like a most wondrous dream coming true. Applejack's and Rainbow Dash's confessions had been some of the best times of her life, second only to the moment when she finally realized what wonderful friends she had back at her first day in Ponyville.
Friends...
And now she could call two of them her lovers. But was that something she deserved? She was now reminded about the awful fact that she actually was in a taboo relationship. Or was it? Why couldn't she have two lovers? Why couldn't she be happy with both Applejack and Rainbow Dash? Was it really that wrong of her?
She was supposed to have walked back inside the library. Yet she remained like a statue in the doorway. The sun radiated down on her muzzle. Her cold, expressionless muzzle... and the tear falling to the ground...
The sun reached out to all homes in Ponyville, bringing out at least something everypony could relish in. The event over at the square had however put many worrying thoughts inside the villagers. They didn't know where to go in this time of sorrow and fear. Consolations had been brought to most minds, but there were still too many left in order to say that the situation was under control. Worrying thoughts grew into opinions, leading to actions such as using the freedom of speech. And who was the only one ponies went to?
It was the only mare they knew could handle such an issue as several dead guards found around the town hall. Inside one of the higher levels of the tall building, located in an office meant for the pony leading this peaceful village, there she was. The room was large and decorated with canvases and flower pots, but most of the space was empty, giving room for the desk and the mat it stood on. This was the room of Mayor Mare, and for the moment, she did her best to maintain the smile on her lips.
"You'll have to understand that we need to find out exactly what happened before anything can be concluded" she explained to the annoyed stallion and mare. They were the last ones from a long line of other ponies who had found their way here to either ask or complain about yesterday's event. None of them looked satisfied with the answer.
"Is that all you have to say? Dozens of guards have been found dead, and to top it all off, practically everypony in town agrees that something... horrible went through the air yesterday!" the stallion exclaimed.
"Our sweet little foal couldn't sleep and our elder daughter fainted! Even my aunt, who is older than most ponies, could have sworn she felt... something surge through our house!" the mare expressed with the same kind of tone.
Mayor Mare, sitting behind her busy desk that was covered in papers, already knew what to say. It had been around the fifty-seventh time now she had given it to whoever asked her the same darned question over and over again. She had gotten sick from hearing it herself over and over like a broken record, but it was the only one she could give out. Her fore hooves rested easily on the desk as she put them together and inhaled deeply through her snout.
"It has been less than twenty-four hours since the event, so we haven't had much time to conclude a solution to what happened. Our theory lays on an accident caused by a unicorn mage who accidentally must have miss-cast a spell meant for self-defense" she said calmly in a controlled manner.
The couple shook their heads in response. Both of them wanted to argue further and claim that there was something more than just the result of a failed mage that had sent a wave of pure terror through entire Ponyville. But as they opened their mouths again, they were already countered by Mayor Mare's quick response.
"I'll give you the same promise I've given everypony else: I will within a few days have a public announcement that will give you all the information I've gathered. Until then, there is nopony guilty for what happened".
Sadly, the couple was still not satisfied. The worries in their thoughts had driven them past any ability to quit and simply wait for the authorities to give their answer. In the end, the stallion found one last thing to say. Surprisingly enough a rather interesting question once he saw it clearly. He gave the mayor an honest look after a sigh.
"All this political correctness... do you care more about your reputation as a mayor than the villagers...?" he asked, followed by an insistent nod from the mare next to him.
It had been a long day for Mayor Mare. She knew of her responsibility, but apparently nopony knew of her need for rest. This drop was considered the last one for her. Thus, an eruption of emotions lit the mayor's mind on fire. Her pupils shrank into small dots as her eyebrows arched. A forceful hoof fell from a height and struck the table like a lightning bolt of frustration and rage. The couple jumped in fright once they saw the furious stare from Mayor Mare.
"How dare you question my loyalty to the citizens?! I've been reelected eight times ever since I was chosen as mayor of this town by Celestia herself! Nearly one hundred percent of my attention goes to the needs of this town and its inhabitants, and I love my job since I always manage to help everypony no matter what they want from me! Royal guards have been found dead in my beloved town, and I can only imagine what will happen next! But none of my citizens will have to risk their lives as long as I breathe! I haven't slept since yesterday just so I can be available for updates about the situation and to answer your questions! It is for the safety of Ponyville, and I am a part of it!".
The ponies could only stare in fright at Mayor Mare's eyes. The fire in her soul scorched their wills to complain, argue, even come with the slightest opinion about anything at all. The frustrated snorts from the angry mare didn't make it easier for them, nor the murderous eyes.
"I've dedicated my life to Ponyville... and I will personally make sure this never happens again...".
She leaned back on her chair and breathed, killer look turned off and reasonable thinking back in control. That outbreak of anger was exactly what she needed at the end of all of this, something to relieve her from all the complaining ponies and their demands. She blinked a few times to come back to her senses, taking time to put back the chains on her inner anger. Once she was back to her old, controlled self, the ponies she was dealing with just stared at her from each others protective embrace. She curved her eyebrows into an expression of concern and adjusted her glasses, showing that she was still the friendly mare everypony wanted to have as their mayor.
"Ahem... was there anything else?" she asked with a friendly smile.
The two ponies looked at each other, then silently agreed to a common answer they both thought was the wisest one. They turned their heads towards her reluctantly as they slowly let go of each other.
"N-no... thank you... miss Mayor. Thank you" the stallion said as he and his wife turned to the door. They smiled in unison and kept doing so until they closed the mentioned door behind them and walked towards the exit of the town hall. In the end, they remembered exactly why they voted for that mare. She was indeed one of the best things that had happened to Ponyville... even if that was way back when they both were foals.
Meanwhile back at the office, Mayor Mare exhaled deeply and sunk back into her chair. This was the first time she ever regretted having an open door policy, even though it helped her self-esteem and kept her modesty in a leash. But now she just wanted to close every door in her presence and relax, hoping that this day would end soon so she could go to bed. And just as she expected, somepony opened the door to her office again. Her narrow eyes could hardly make anything out even though to her glasses. She adjusted them and was struck by the only last thing she could look forward to.
The white pegasus stallion dressed in golden armor walked inside her office and closed the door, right before discretely turning the lock. He then turned to face Mayor Mare, showing off his handsome muzzle to her so she could scan him from top to hooves. He was well-shaped like any other of his comrades, but in difference from the scrawny ones and the testosterone addicts, he was beautifully chiseled and kept a modest grace in each step he took. His eyes weren't as cold as the other guards, even though he carried a lot of discipline.
Mayor Mare had met this stallion before, and she sure as hay was glad to finally see him after all these hours of constant obnoxiousness and explanations. As much as his presence pleased her, she was still tired after everything that she had passed through today. The guard took off his helmet as he reached the desk. His stance was the one made from pride, a source he knew very well about.
"Mayor Mare, mam" he said, forcing her to say something back. Why couldn't he just say what he had to say without the stupid regards. It wasn't really she who thought that, it was her tired side who thought it was a good idea using those words in her head. But she was way too disciplined to take the words directly in her mouth.
"Yes, lieutenant Bayonet?" she responded, using the last drips of patience she had before an utter breakdown. The soldier kept his tolerant eyes on her, refusing to look away.
"The royal army and I would like to thank you for your cooperation" he said like it was read from a document, acting like a by the book soldier. The mayor stared deeply into his eyes, taking her time to interpret what Bayonet just said. She then leaned on her forelegs with an annoyed facial expression.
"Pfeh! For what? Lying to my citizens about the fact that we had a sinister mass-murderer in town? Or the truth that she put down several royal guards without even touching them? Or that she had a whole gang of murderous psychopaths who had managed to infiltrate our town without getting noticed?".
"It is for the safety of not only Ponyville, but Equestria too. We have confirmed reports that Stud and her minions have left the town, so there is no need for the villagers to know about her hideous act. It would only cause unnecessary panic, but I swear on my code of honor that we will have this sorted out in no time" Bayonet answered, hoping to please Mayor Mare with the promises from princess Celestia herself.
She turned her eyes away so she could look at the picture of Ponyville hanging on her wall. It was a very old picture stuck inside a rather new canvas, representing the quiet little town just a decade or so after its founding. She didn't turn back to the soldier.
"I've done everything I can to keep my little village together. And when I can't do anything else than lying to make them feel safe... I don't know if I should remain on my seat as mayor. Maybe go back to being 'Marguerite Mare' instead...".
The soldier glanced at the picture, connecting at once what she was thinking about. A distinct aura of respect came from him as he carefully put his helmet on the desk and ran a hoof through his brown mane.
"You shouldn't judge yourself so hard, mam. You've done an excellent job so far, and I doubt a mare with your dedication and love for this town ever will fail it".
"Haven't I already?" she asked with a gesticulation. Bayonet raised an eyebrow in response while Mayor Mare got up from her chair and slowly walked around the table. "There have been cases where I haven't been able to help ponies nor the town. The return of Nightmare Moon and Discord were events I could look past easily, minding my mortality and their god-like powers. But when such trivial characters such as the touring magician Trixie took over the town... I was helpless".
"That event involved the powers from the alicorn amulet. Not many would've stood a chance against it" the soldier said in an attempt to plant some seeds of self-esteem in Mayor Mare's head. Sadly, she didn't seem much more tolerant about her memories.
"Still... it feels like I couldn't do anything" she said and halted for a moment to look at her foreleg and then her flank. "Is it because I'm too old? I know It's been a while since my prime, but...".
"Mayor Mare, please!" the guard cut her off, accidentally snorting in the exclamation. She looked at him expectantly, surprised to get such a sudden interruption from the guard. To her, it was nothing but fact that she pointed out. For the guard, it wasn't even close to any truth. That was at least his conviction. He saw by the look in her eyes that she wanted a more developed argument than just a few words expressing rejection.
He fumbled his tongue for a second with the eyes far away in a corner. It took him another second to open his mouth again.
"You're... delusional when you say that. I've met many ponies around your age and you're surprisingly well-preserved in comparison. I'm even more surprised that you're not married".
Mayor Mare snorted a chuckle. "I suppose you could say I'm married to my job, he he he. I hardly remember the touch of a stallion anymore" she said with a joshing tone.
"Pity..." Bayonet said a little louder than a whisper, not that he noticed himself, but the mayor most certainly did. And it killed all sense of humor in the flash of a decapitation.
"What was that?" she said and continued walking around the desk, soon reaching the flinched guard. His white fur wasn't very good at hiding even the slightest of blushes, like the one stuck on his cheeks.
"I... just think it's a pity that..." he began...
The strangely beautiful scale of gray on the mane and tail had indeed some cosmetic effect, but nonetheless matched the stripe of another shade. Well-trimmed legs, not bony nor fat. A voluptuous curve developing from a soft back to a round rump only worthy the ones called true preservers. All the signs needed to tell that beauty can be a killer on some ponies, but never had lieutenant Bayonet ever imagined finding a mare who apparently only had grown more and more astonishing through her years. Age was nothing he would frown upon, especially not when you know somepony is old but still looks like she is several years younger than other in their age.
He caught himself with his eyes stuck on her lips, unable to resist looking at them.
"... that you... have gone so long that... well, you don't even remember it anymore".
In his head, she was pressed down to the table with him on top of her. His lustful cock stroking her labia temptingly, teasing her pearl and merely spreading her thick lips to go inside her. They kiss each other passionately and relish in the warm need for mating.
"I mean... uhm, the touch and...".
She gasps lustfully into his ear as she begs for him to fuck her like nopony ever has done before, remind her of the passionate and strong force of a stallion, making her feel like a mare again by taking her here and now and then fill her up with himself. She crosses her hindlegs around his waist and forces him to go inside her. He complies and allows his meaty length to feed Mayor Mare's marehood.
"Not that you haven't, it can't have been so long tha-".
She screams his name and clenches him as hard as she can, wraps her forelegs around his shoulders and yelps like a panicked filly for each thrust. She cums after just a few seconds, drowns his cock in a healthy wave of sweet nectar as he continues to ram her mercilessly. She begs for more, tongue lolling outside her lips covered in saliva. Her spine crocks every time he charges inside her and the desk stumbles an inch further away from its original position. The inner flesh behind her juicy petals bulges and squeezes his stallionhood, milks him like crazy until his own lust for the mature flesh reaches its leap of faith.
"Tha-... and... a-and...".
She throws her head back as the white load instantly fills her womb, rippling inside it and pouring out in larger and larger quantities. She doesn't even have the time to fear it's already over, because he knows from experience that he can go on. He release himself from her grip and turns her around to lay on her stomach. He mounts her and presses his fore hooves over her fetlocks before violently shoving himself deep inside her again, only thrusting even harder. She screams with pleasure and her eyes rolls back, just so her cheek could hit the desk after nearly fainting in ecstasy. Orgasm after orgasm surges through her body and squirts out from her stuffed hole, ending only once she demands to get a refill of that hot seed from his dick. He obeys without question and thus surprises her by slamming her rear rapidly, going faster and plunging himself balls deep in each pound. She screams for more, begs for more, demands more, finally squeezing her inner muscles so hard that her mate can't hold back his next load. She instantly turns around and gets down on her knees, opening her mouth for the delicious stream of male cum to drench her throat. She waits for the first few streams to hit her snout and forehead before closing her lips around the tip of his cock, sucking and gulping several times to get it all in her digestion. He moans in the meantime and closes his eyes.
Suddenly he opened them again without a clue about how much time must have passed. Mayor Mare stared at him curiously with a raised eyebrow, wondering what happened to him after that serious amount of stutters. Bayonet blinked a few times before feeling the nearly invisible string of drool escaping his mouth. His eyes and roof of the mouth were dry as sand.
"Uhm... ye-yes! I need to get back and report to... to my superior. Thank you once again for your cooperation, mam" he said and turned towards the door, hurrying like pony-hell itself was burning his behind. He was just about to open the door and make his leave...
"Ahem. Lieutenant?" she said which caused him to instinctively look over his shoulder. Mayor Mare pointed at his helmet still laying on her desk. He cursed loudly inside his head and instantly turned to go back and get his hooves on it. Just a small miss, nothing to get worried about, just as long as nothing happened once he touched the helmet's blue brush.
In that instant, his heart almost died when the mature mare's hoof touched his in order to stop it.
He raised his widened eyes up to Mayor Mare's, believing time itself had stopped to tie one of its shoes. He was met by a warm look, a heartily smile and an aura so hot it seared his eyes.
"Nice meeting you... Lieutenant Bayonet..." she cooed with a set of bedroom eyes.
"You too, Maurge- Mayor Mare, mam!" he said and snatched his helmet. In the next moment, he galloped to the door and hit it with his forehead. He had forgotten about the lock and had to flip it for a few seconds before getting it right. He then finally ran down the stairs and passed by the large assembly hall, ending up outside the tall building. He grunted as his wings flew erect after a long time of restraining, once again able to breathe and sit back on his haunches. Without knowing it, Mayor Mare stood behind her office window, polishing her glasses with a thin napkin and gentle smirk on her lips.
And a blush...
Winter Breeze could have sworn she had two spears just an inch away from her ears, ready to stab and splatter her brain in an instant if she as much as reached for her cup of coffee again. To her left was an infamous rapist, to her right, a merciless murderer. She felt the groping hoof over her back again. The ponies kept staring at her with hungry eyes. Nopony was around. She was alone, abandoned and tossed to the timber wolfs just because of her feelings towards a colt she never could have from the start. Or at least that was what she told herself in this moment of tension.
"Stop fondling her, Moist" Black-Eye said sternly to his friend as his killing aura vanished like a blanket falling to the ground.
"Sorryyyy!" Moist whimpered and snatched back her hoof, caressing it softly like a pet.
Black-Eye shook his head. "Anyways, Winter Breeze. We've already said that you have nothing to fear from us. Our loyalty to Stud is more solid than a rock, and if we for some reason would disobey her... well, let's just say that's the last thing we do, if you catch my drift" he finished with a blink.
While they both chuckled next to the awkwardly smiling mare, Moist cut off by flipping up an ear. Black-Eye noticed and turned his head, observing that they were no longer alone. Even Breeze turned, only difference was that she somehow felt relieved.
"Miss Winter Breeze? Is that you?" Berry Punch asked as she approached the table. The stallion shifted his eyes between the two mares, understanding it was time to leave. Thus, he got up from his seat and jerked his head from side to side, causing a cracking noise or two.
"Am I interrupting any-" Berry was about to ask until she suddenly flashed her eyes wide-open and flinched. The pitch-black pupils and circles in the stallion's eyes instantly reminded her about yesterday. That murderous look that once was aimed towards Twilight Sparkle. She wouldn't forget the unicorn that managed to wrestle down a stallion like Big Macintosh, nor less tried to hurt her an the others. Suddenly, she was stuck between running for her life and helping Winter Breeze. A decision she couldn't make up.
"Aha ha ha ha! No, no, no, we were just leaving. Right, Moist?" he said and turned to the mentioned one who was about to get up from her seat.
"I'm just gonna say hi to the owner" she stated with sparkles in her eyes. She only took one step until Black-Eye grabbed her around the throat and started dragging her the other way.
"No, you're not going to 'say hi to him'. Everypony knows what that means" he argued and finally got away with the struggling mare, ignoring the hitting and kicking from her as they disappeared around the corner of another building.
Berry Punch slowly turned her eyes to Winter Breeze who looked like she had been holding her breath for a while. She looked back at where the two others went, raising her hoof while turning back and forth from Breeze. It was when the same mare held up her own hoof towards her that she stopped trying to say something.
"No point. There's nothing stopping those two. Sending the guards after them would just result in more casualties like yesterday. Just forget you saw them now" she explained, panting lightly since she actually felt suffocated in Black-Eye's and Moist's presence. Berry wasn't really convinced. Letting those two maniacs go loose felt like a bad idea. And she knew a thing about maniacs...
But if Breeze was so insistent, there was nothing she could do. As much as she wanted to doubt her, it was obvious these ponies were not your casual case of crazies. Thus, she decided to sit down on the other end of the table. She wanted to ask what just had happened and exactly why they were back in town, but it obviously was nothing Breeze wanted to talk about. In fact, she looked so tuckered out that she'd faint. Yet she stared at her like waiting for a question.
"Okay. Then I might as well tell you that I... have scheduled a time with you. I'm... yeah, becoming your patient tomorrow" she said reluctantly.
Winter Breeze didn't catch the words at first. Then when she finally understood what just went inside her ears, she couldn't help but reminding herself about that long moment of weakness in front of everypony. She gave after, and hit her forehead to the table...
To be continued...
Author's Note:
ALMOST one week delayed, but only almost, motherbuckers! Ha ha! CAN touch this!
Okay, seriously: there won't be any update on "Whorse!" next week. Why? Because I just got another commission, and this one is interesting. Might not be much for everypony, but I believe in its potential (taking words from me... hah!). So that's about it. No "Whorse!" until next week again, if I get it up on time, that is.
And don't forget my new pony tumblr, foalks! It's an ask blog starring Soul Hook and Winter Breeze. Not 100% canon to the story here, but it's near it ^^
Asksoulhookandwinterbreeze . tumblr . com
Brohoof on ya all!