Homecoming

Trey passionately kissed Fluttershy.

“It won’t I’m just going to pick him up, then be right back. Promise.” he said, giving her a look of confidence. Fluttershy didn’t want to see him leave, but he had to pick up his brother, Backdraft, from the hospital. Trey wasn’t quite sure of all the details, but apparently he’d been shot in the leg in some sort of ambush.

Trey trotted up to the hospital, checking in with Nurse Redheart.

“Backdraft?” she asked, checking her records. “He’s in room 113! Ready to be signed out. Just fill out the paperwork and you’ll be all set.” she said, shoving some papers into his hoof. Trey quickly signed them all and trotted off towards room 113, where he found his brother propped up in a wheelchair, his left hind leg wrapped up, a small dark red spot just under his flank.

“You never did know how to stay out of trouble.” said Trey, smiling.

“Bite me, Trey.” Backdraft retorted with a small smirk on his face.

“Don’t make me play the world’s smallest violin for you. I’m a trumpet primary, you know.”

“Don’t make me go get my HK and make you dance.”

“I can dance in more time signatures than you can shoot the floor with.” he said. He and Trey always had a very strong competition on between them. Brothers were bound to argue a lot, and they were no exception, even if it they were just joking around most of the time.

“Anyways...I’d better take you home. Show you my humble abode. I removed the ‘welcome’ mat just for you.” said Trey, trotting off to his wheelchair, rolling him out.

“Can I get out of this thing now? I can walk. For Celestia’s sake, I am not a cripple!”

“Now, now, Backdraft, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Besides, I want to make sure you get to my house safely before you hurt yourself.” said Trey, smirking. He enjoyed this “Big brother” type of feeling, for some strange reason. He’d never felt the need with Fluttershy. “Besides, I’ll give you a free wheel tour of Ponyville. All from the comfort of your own seat!”

“I would feel much more comfortable driving...” Backdraft muttered.

“Driving? Oh yeah, you guys got that new ‘automobile’ technology going on. We’re still stuck in the carriage/horse-drawn buggy era.” he added, smiling. Trey enjoyed simplicity.

“Come on, it’s epic! You just need to experience it!”

“I’ll take your word for it and drive you around town in this brand new model T wheelchair.” said Trey, wheeling Backdraft out the door, doing wheelies and other stunts that were generally not conducive to wheel-bound patients.

Trey started to wheel Backdraft to his house, not too far from the hospital, when suddenly, Pinkie Pie popped out of nowhere and got right in Backdraft’s face.

“HEY THERE!”

“Oh, hey Pinkie.” said Trey, not fazed at all. Backdraft was slightly confused, with a startled look of curiosity and fascination.

“Who’s the new colt? Who is he? Who is he?” asked Pinkie, impatiently bouncing around.

“The name’s Backdraft. Staff Sergeant Backdraft for the fancolts.” Backdraft said, with a smile on his face.

“Fancolts? Are you a celebrity? OH! OH! CAN I HAVE AN AUTOGRAPH?” Pinkie started, bouncing up and down horrendously fast. Trey didn’t even know you could bounce up and down that fast. Pinkie always seemed to defy physics.

“Not really, I was just joking.” Backdraft shrugged. “My friend Rainbow Dash was the famous one...or she certainly seemed to make it seem that way.”

“You know what this calls for?”

“...what?” asked Backdraft, almost scared.

“A PARTY!!!” shouted Pinkie, hurriedly dashing off elsewhere at near-breakneck speeds.

“Well, there’s your welcoming committee.” said Trey. “That’s Pinkie Pie. I’ll introduce you to some of the others later.” said Trey, wheeling back to his place.

“Oh! I love parties!” Backdraft said, a manic grin on his face. “I can out drink anypony, anywhere.”

“Looks like I’m going to be the designated trotter again. You know I won’t get close to that stuff. Besides, Pinkie doesn’t throw those kinds of parties. At least, I don’t think so...” said Trey, to Backdraft’s disappointment.

“Oh well... I like any type of party. Always cheers me up.”

“Well I got something else that may cheer you up.” said Trey, knocking on the door to his house. Fluttershy opened the door with a kind face, showing them in. Backdraft looked back at Trey with a small smirk.

“That’s a great welcoming committee.”

“That’s my fillyfriend.”

“Oh. Wait... I thought you were married.”

“No. You haven’t even met her yet.” said Trey, seeing Fluttershy blush and smile a bit, looking away. “Anyways, this is Fluttershy.” he said, to which Fluttershy smiled at him.

“Hello there.” she said timidly.

“Afternoon, ma’am.” Backdraft said in a stern voice, before smiling. “How do you do?”

“You can just call me Fluttershy.” she said, smiling at him. He was very well mannered, much like Trey. She could see that they were related. “And I’m doing well, now that Trey’s back.” she added, to which Trey smiled.

“You don’t have to worry about ole’ Trey here when he’s out with me. He may be five years older than me, but I sure am a lot tougher than him. Aren’t I Trey?” Backdraft said with a smirk.

“Maybe, but I’m not the one getting shot. I’m out here safely in Ponyville, educating the young minds of tomorrow.”

“Oh...you got shot?” asked Fluttershy, cringing.

“Yup, right through my right hind leg. Thank Celestia for healing magic.”

“Oh...that’s...nice.” she said.

“Anyways, let me show you around the house.” said Trey, realizing any further continuation of the topic would make Fluttershy severely uncomfortable.

“Oh, alright. But first, get me out of this thing.”

“Oh, don’t worry, the guest room’s on the first floor. You don’t need to get out.” said Trey, casting his brother an innocent smile.

“For the last time, Trey... I. Am. Not. A. Cripple!”

“But I don’t want to take that risk.” said Trey, wheeling his brother to the guest room. Backdraft sighed and facehoofed.

“This is nothing! I was walking just fine yesterday, it’s just a limp. “Backdraft frowned. “Hell, I’m a Pegasus. I could just fly around.”

“Alright, fine.” said Trey, tilting the wheelchair forward ever so slightly until Backdraft fell out, face planting. “Freedom at last. Great feeling, huh?”

Backdraft moaned. “Bite me.” he said, gathering himself, standing up. He’d get Trey back for it later.

“Anyways, Pinkie’s bound to have a party going for you later. Sorry if she scared you. She does that occaisionally.”

“After all I have been through, she just startled me.”

“Yeah, trust me, I got startled too. I could totally tell she had a thing for you though.” said Trey, joking.

“R-really?” Backdraft managed to say.

“Yes.” said Trey, thinking it would be funny to keep it up. “You should totally get after that.”

Backdraft was about to reply, but noticed Fluttershy was still with them. So he mouthed it. ‘You’re a douche.’

Trey held back a snicker and trotted off to Fluttershy, kissing her lightly before taking a seat on the couch. Fluttershy blushed and sat next to him, nuzzling him. Backdraft had always wanted affection like that as well, but it was difficult for him, being in the military, traveling a lot. Of all ponies, Trey had to beat him there. It wasn’t fair. He did like Pinkie Pie though... she definitely made a great first impression. Nopony had ever asked for his autograph... maybe there was more truth in Trey’s words than he thought.

“So...” Backdraft muttered, clearing his throat. It was kind of getting awkward for him.

“So...I think I’m going to check on when Pinkie Pie plans on having her party.” he said, getting up to the door. Upon opening it, he was literally no longer than a nose length from Pinkie Pie’s face, beaming at him, bouncing excitedly.

“AH! SUICIDE BOMBER! EVERYPONY, GET DOWN!” Backdraft ducked for cover.

“Oh, silly, it’s just me!” said Pinkie Pie, laughing. “Your party’s ready! Follow me!!!” she said, bouncing off.

“Shouldn’t I get dressed first?” Backdraft asked.

“We don’t normally wear clothes out here. No need to wear anything. We’re a bit different from military dress codes.” he started.

“Okay. Guess so.”

“Don’t worry. You don’t need to dress to impress.” trey said, nudging Backdraft with his hoof. “You’ll do just fine.” he said, getting off the couch.

“Meh, I just generally look bad ass in uniform.” Backdraft shrugged.

“Welcome to marching band.” said Trey. “Now come on. You don’t want to keep Pinkie waiting...do you?”

“No?”

“That’s what I thought.” Trey said, as he and Fluttershy trotted out the door. “Don’t fall behind.”

Backdraft spread his wings and took off into the sky, then glided at a slow pace above the two.

“You know...we both have wings, but we never fly that much.” said Trey, smiling at Fluttershy. “I’d rather be right here on the ground with you, though.” Fluttershy smiled and the three of them drew in on Sugarcube corner, where a huge party lay in wait for Backdraft.

Introductory introductions

“Well howdy there, partner! I see you rolled inta town with Trey! A friend o’ his is a friend o’ mine. Pleasure making yer acquaintance.” started Applejack.

“Well now we have two handsome colts in the town! It must run in the family, darling?” said Rarity. Backdraft slightly smiled, a light blush on his cheeks.

“Don’t worry, she does that a lot.” said Trey after she left. “Don’t think anything of it.” Backdraft’s blush immediately disappeared.

“She’s not my type anyway.”

“She’s still fairly beautiful.” said Trey, nudging him.

“Never said I cared about looks, Trey.” Backdraft said sternly.

“Neither do I. I was just lucky to get a lovely lady with all the good qualities.” Trey said, rubbing his cheek against Fluttershy’s.

“Lucky you.” Backdraft rolled his eyes.

“Um...and I think you met me earlier.” said Fluttershy, a slight look of worry as she tried to remember if she did or not. She was quickly cut off by Pinkie Pie, who came out of nowhere, bouncing in front of Backdraft.

“Hey there! Are you enjoying the party? Huh? HUH? I threw it just for you! You were new so I was like ‘HUUUUUUUUUUUUH!!!’” she started, as Trey simply laughed at Backdraft’s dumbfoundedness. He’d never seen any pony act like this before and he was trying to make sense of it.

“Yes... I am enjoying the party. I am honored.”

“Oh, goo!”

“Goo?” asked Trey.

“Well I meant to say good but I forgot the d so it was goo!” she said, giggling. “That’s never happened before. I guess handsome colts fluster me!”, she started, as Backdraft’s wings started slightly rising.

“WING BONER ALERT!” Rainbow Dash called out. Trey instinctively checked himself, since Fluttershy was on his mind, but noticed Backdraft with a slight protrusion in his wingspan. Trey smiled to himself, not saying anything.

“Bow chicka wow wow!” called out a cyan pony sitting with Dash. Backdraft looked over in that direction, noticing his old friend. He trotted over to her to catch up.

“Dash! My good ole’ comrade!” he said to Rainbow Dash, quickly embracing her.

“Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! Backdraft! How’s the leg?”

“It’s still a bit stiff.”

“Yeah, so are your wings.” she said, touching one with her hoof. “Is Pinkie Pie on your mind?” she said, laughing. Backdraft nodded, blushing heavily.

“Oh!” she said, trying to stifle her laughter. “Trey came to town and fell in love with Fluttershy, and now you’re falling for Pinkie! There’s something with you guys...”

“Careful Corporal, I still outrank you.” Backdraft said smirking.”Besides, I had to find somepony to replace you, you know.”

Rainbow suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, blushing, looking away from him. “Yeah...I almost forgot about that...” she said. Back in Coltistan, Rainbow Dash and Backdraft served in the same unit. Rainbow and Backdraft had a fling. Shortly after their deployment, Rainbow Dash discovered that she was, indeed, a lesbian. Backdraft was slightly heartbroken. He had started to like her more than the simple friend with benefits...but he left her with a parting gift. He was the first-and only-colt she’d ever made love with.

“Bow chicka wow wow...” a cyan pegasus standing next to Rainbow Dash.

“What is your name?” said Backdraft, almost annoyed.

“It’s Lavernius, but he has a thing for bedmaking, so we call him Tucker. Short for BedTucker.”

“That’s not why they call me Tucker!” Tucker protested.

“It sounded better than the fact that you used to tuck yourself in the fetal position and wet yourself whenever you didn’t have a nightlight before bed.” Rainbow Dash stated, nudging him.

“Oh...” said Tucker, realizing he’d shot himself in the hoof. “I’m just going to go over there...you two have fun.” he said, shimmying away towards Rarity, a smug grin on his face.

“Anyways, what brings you to Ponyville?” asked Rainbow Dash.

“I live here now, that’s why.” he stated plainly.

“That’s it?”

“Both you and my brother live here, where else am I going to go? Canterlot?! It is a rather silly place, I would rather not go there.”

“It’s only a model.” said Rainbow Dash, rolling her eyes.

“Shh.” said Twilight, trotting up to the two of them. She looked at Backdraft and smiled. “Hello! I’m Twilight Sparkle. I guess you’re Trey’s brother?”

“You guessed correctly, miss.” he said, nodding slightly.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you! What’s your specialty? Trey’s a Bandmaster. What do you do?”

“I’m a marksman.” Backdraft showed off his cutie mark, which was of a red crosshairs.

“Oh, cool! Well if you ever need any books on proper shooting technique, I’m bound to have some.” she said, smiling. Backdraft gave her a weird glance. She’d obviously never considered that somepony with that as their specialty probably wouldn’t need any sort of educational material on the subject.

“I appreciate the offer... but it’s not necessary. Best in the division.”

“Well I have several other books on world records if you want to look at those. Just let me know.” she said, smiling. Backdraft simply nodded, refusing to say anything that may offend her.

“Silly! He doesn’t need books! He needs practice! If you want to shoot in sugarcube corner, that would be A-OK!” she said, smiling.

“Pinkie?”

“Yes?”

“Do you know what I shoot?”

“Cupcake guns and pie slingers, right?”

“Not exactly. I think it’s best if I don’t shoot in sugarcube corner. Besides, I’m on break, I don’t want to have to shoot.

“Oh...ok then!”

“I’ll come by anyways, though.” Backdraft said, smiling.

“Oh, of course. I’m sure I have some sweets that you might like.” said Pinkie, winking, before bouncing away happily. Backdraft’s wings expanded into their complete wingspan.

“WING BONER!” somepony called out. He heard Rainbow Dash laugh once again as he blushed slightly, flapping his wings to play it off as stretching.

“That’s a big wingspan.” said Twilight, who suddenly reappeared next to him. She looked at it with a scientific look, studying it.

“Uh...can I help you?” he broke out into a mad blush.

“Oh, no, I’m just studying your physique. Do all military ponies have this big of a wingspan? I’m studying the effects of culture on musculature structure, and I think this may help my studies.”

“Nope! Just the black ones!” Tucker called out.

Backdraft’s eyes opened wide in slight embarassment.

“Runs in the family, I guess.” said Trey, nudging Backdraft. “We’re all black where it counts. Just ask Fluttershy.”

“Oh...my...” said Fluttershy, blushing.

“Bow chicka wow wow.” Tucker muttered.

“Kinky.” Backdraft said to Trey. “Why won’t these things go down!? Did this stuff happen to you when you were my age?”

“Dude, you’re only three years younger than me. But...yes. It just means you have a crush on somepony. We all know who.” said Trey as Rainbow, Tucker, Fluttershy, and Pinkie Pie, who reappeared out of nowhere, laughed. Backdraft’s blush increased exponentially.

“Don’t worry, Backdraft, your secret’s safe with me! Cross my heart, hope to fly...”

“Pinkie, I think it’s not a secret at this point. We’re all here.” said Rainbow Dash, rolling her eyes.

“...stick a cupcake in my eye!” she said, stabbing her eye with her hoof.

“Sounds like that would sting.” Backdraft stated.

“Oh, no, silly! Those cupcakes are sugar free!” she beamed. Everypony else shared a look of confusion as Pinkie Pie continued.

“That still sounds like it would sting.”

“Not if they’re baked with love and care!”

“Uh...alright then.” said Rainbow Dash.

“I don’t even know what to say to that, honestly.” said Tucker.

“I agree with Tucker on that one.” said Backdraft, a hint of confusion on his face.

“Well anyways, it’s getting kind of late. We’d better head back home.” said Trey. “I’ll make sure Backdraft visits you tomorrow, Pinkie.”

“Yeah...” said Backdraft, almost looking for an excuse to get out of this awkwardness. He didn’t know why, but he found Pinkie Pie amusing...almost attractive...his wings certainly agreed with her, that was for sure. “But... we go home my way. The modern way to travel.”

“You seem to have forgot none of us have a car, Backdraft.”

“I have a hot air balloon! And a helicopter! Let’s take one of those!” said Pinkie, bouncing.

“Shotgun!” Backdraft practically shouted.

“But I thought you used machine guns?” said Trey, confused.

“It means...I’ll tell you later.” said Backdraft, frustrated at his brother’s lack of understanding. “Besides, I technically used an assault rifle.”

“You two have at it. I’m going to walk Flutterheart home.”

“Flutterheart?”

“Fluttershy.” said Trey. He didn’t mean to refer to her pet name outside of their private time, but it happened on accident. “So...you two have fun. Make it magical.” said Trey, winking.

“Bow chicka wow wow.” Tucker said.

“Seriously, dude, you gotta stop that.”

“I’m here to lay some pipe... bow chicka wow wow.”

“Tucker, shut up!” Backdraft shouted.

“I made your mom shut up! In bed! Naked!”

“I’ve never met my mom.” said Backdraft. “Neither has Trey.”

“Oh...I never knew that...” said Fluttershy.

“I banged her anyway...” murmered Tucker as Trey and Backdraft ignored him.

“I’ll tell you later, Fluttershy. Let’s get you home.”

“Oh...ok...” she said as she and Trey trotted out towards her cottage. Backdraft and Pinkie headed out towards her hot air balloon. Everypony knew she had it, but nopony knew where she kept it...

“I should probably show you my car sometime...” Backdraft said, smiling. “It would only be fair.”

“Only if I get to show you the Pinkacopter!” she said. It seemed like Pinkie was almost trying to one-up him. Regardless, he followed her to her mysterious storage place, and they took off to the air, waving at Trey and Fluttershy before they disappeared.

“Hey, wait...this isn’t the way to Trey’s house...” Backdraft said.

“I know.” said Pinkie, smiling.

Revelations

“What was that about your mother?” asked Fluttershy. Trey cleared his throat and began.

“Well...Backdraft and I were raised in an orphanage back around Canterlot. We never really met our mother.”

“I didn’t know you were raised in an orphanage...” she started.

“Well, let me start from the beginning...” he started.

***

“Then... exactly where are we going?” Backdraft asked, his wings rising ever so slightly. ‘She’s going to kill me, isn’t she.’ Backdraft thought to himself. ‘I should have known she was crazy.’

“So, did you like the party?” asked Pinkie, rather inquisitively.

“Yes. It was fun! I wish there was a bit more drinking though.”

“Was the punch not good enough?”

“Oh, no, it was fine. I just meant alcohol.”

“Oh! I always keep a spare in here.” said Pinkie, opening up a secret hatch, producing a large bottle of vodka.

“Ah. Vodka. Good for soul.” Backdraft said in an accent.

Pinkie didn’t say anything and tossed him a glass, much larger than a shot. “Drink up, Drafty. Drink up.”

Backdraft tossed his head back and drank the whole glass down in one go.

***

“So...basically, Backdraft and I grew up in a small orphanage located in Canterlot. I have always been very pacifistic, and because of my unique nature, I was constantly teased. One day, Backdraft arrived in the orphanage. There wasn’t much said about him, but he and I quickly became good friends. He would protect me from bullies and I would educate him on how to read and such. It was a good trade-off. A few years down the road, we found out we were blood-brothers after the proprietor went through our records. We begged to find out who our mother was, but we never found out. By then, we were getting close to the point where we were about to be kicked out of the orphanage. Age limits and all...”

***

Pinkie and Backdraft were trying to stifle their drunken giggles.

“So you and Rainbow actually...” Pinkie started.

“Well...yes. I fucked her BRAINS out...” he said, hiccuping. Pinkie laughed as hard as she could and pointed at him again.

“I don’t believe that...” she stammered.

“Well, she never had much brains to begin with.” Backdraft said, laughing.

“Well...HIC...I don’t think you look like a good lover. You don’t even look like you know what you’d be doing.”

“That’s HIC a lie. I know exactly what I’m doing!!!”

“Prove it.” said Pinkie, hiccuping.

***

“We both reached the age where we couldn’t be supported by the orphanage. We were nearing adulthood and...well...yeah. I was the oldest, so I had to go first. One day, Celestia actually visited the orphanage. Apparently she does that and picks one every year to take in and care for. She chose me. Apparently she’d heard a lot from the orphanage owner about my musical interest. She decided to pick me for it, I guess. So I got sent to college in Canterlot, supported by Celestia, while Backdraft stayed there for another 2 years or so. Eventually, he decided to go with the military. The Royal Equestrian Army. And yeah...that’s basically it. He and I stayed in contact throughout the years. He went to Coltistan to fight some conflict. He was there for two years before he got shot, and that’s when he had to come here, to our big, happy family.”

“Well he seems like a nice colt.”

“He is. The military gave him a bit of a shell though. So if he acts tough, don’t believe it. Besides, you’re the only one that matters.” he said, nudging her. She smiled at him.

“Let’s go inside.” she said, smiling. “I want some time with you before he gets home.”

***

“Pinkie... you’re drunk.” Backdraft stated. “And I just met you, it’s a bit soon for that, don’t you think?”

“No, silly! You’re drunk too! Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol!!!”

“I may be drunk, but I’m not going to make love with somepony I just met.”

“It’s not making love if you just met them. Let’s have sex!” said Pinkie, attempting to wink at him.

“You’re a real tease, you know that?” Backdraft said smirking.

“Who’s teasing?” said Pinkie, shortly before throwing herself upon him, kissing him violently.

“Pinkie, seriously, I’m not going fuck you! Not yet, anyways.” he said with a smirk.

“It’s later!!!” she said, kissing his neck. She hoped he’d eventually give up...she found him attractive the minute she saw him. Judging by his wingboners, she guessed he felt the same.

“It’s just too soon, Pinkie. However... it’s not too soon for kissing...”

“I’ve always wanted to do it in the air...let’s join the mile high club!!!” she said, voraciously thrusting herself upon him again.

“Another time... don’t make me fly away.” Backdraft warned.

“You can’t fly with wingboners! Trust me, Rainbow Dash has to trot all the time!!!”

“Pinkie, you’re a sweet mare, really, and I’m flattered. But it’s just too soon for me... okay? Just give me a while, and I will rock your world.”

Pinkie sighed, defeated, before pulling a lever, producing a hole underneath her to which she fell from. Backdraft’s eyes opened wide as he looked down the hole in terror, seeing a small, pink parachute below him.

“That’s...random.”

“Missile lock.” A voice said from inside the balloon.

“Oh that is such bullshit...” Backdraft said as he jumped out of the balloon, before a missile collided with the balloon, destroying it in a massive inferno. Backdraft soon realized Pinkie was right... you can’t fly with these things. As Backdraft drew closer to the ground, away from the Hindenburg, he started thinking of nasty images to try and rid himself of stiff wings.

“GOATSE! TUB FILLY! MARY FATURE ON A COLD DAY! GRANNY SMITH IN HEAT!!!” But it wasn’t working. “Fuck my life...” Backdraft whispered as he drew even closer to the ground. When suddenly, soft pillows that smelled like...cotton candy. Backdraft opened his eyes to see Pinkie hovering above him as he suddenly realized he landed in a giant vat of...well...cotton candy.

“You owe me.” said Pinkie.

“...fine.” said Backdraft, as Pinkie took off her parachute and landed right on top of him.

“Shouldn’t we go somewhere a little more...private?”

“We’re in a random field! Nopony’s around for miles!”

“Alrighty then. Let’s get this show on the road.”

Pinkie smiled and started kissing him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Backdraft tried to seem uninterested as the familiar muscle tension in his wing area increased. He couldn’t deny that he was enjoying it any longer. He put his front hooves around Pinkie’s neck and gently put her on the ground, getting on top of her. He slid his tongue in her mouth, swishing it around. She tasted vaguely like sugar...and cupcakes...Backdraft shook that thought off as he continued.

Pinkie admired his sense of authority and allowed herself to be captivated by his lead. She spread her legs a little and put one hoof between them as she started to rub herself. Backdraft felt his dick get hard as his wings could no longer tense up. He took a free hoof and brought it down to Pinkie’s legs, where he felt her hoof there. He gently pushed it out of the way, rubbing her soaked pussy. He heard her moan a bit, the vocal vibrations ringing against his tongue. Suddenly, a warm sensation hit one side of his dick as he realized it was poking her leg. He felt her laugh a bit as she brought her other hoof to touch it.

Backdraft hadn’t felt this sensation in years. He hadn’t fucked anypony since Rainbow Dash, and...well...he missed it. Her warm hoof brought a very small, intense feeling of pleasure to him, as he could suddenly feel it throb. She clutched it and started rubbing it up and down, causing him to nearly convulse in pleasure. In response, he started rubbing her faster, with more intensity, feeling her drip down her legs to the ground below. He didn’t care about decency anymore...he was going to fuck her.

She felt herself convulse in ecstasy. She hadn’t felt this sensation in years. Ever since she fucked Rainbow Dash, she hadn’t done much. But she missed it...and she was glad it was him. He was so...damn...attractive. Had Trey and Fluttershy done this? None of them ever acted like they did...she put those thought away and rolled him off from on top of her, bringing her mouth down to his legs, shoving his dick in her mouth. Backdraft shot up in pleasure, nearly gasping. Pinkie could barely fit it in. She swirled around the tip gently, feeling it pulse. She then slowly slid it all in her mouth, going down half an inch at a time. She could tell both his wings and his dick were as hard as they could be, and she smiled to herself. She then gently licked one side of it, working her way back up before putting it in her mouth again and sliding back down. Backdraft didn’t remember RD doing this before...he loved it. He absolutely loved it. After a few more minutes he stopped her, rolling her over onto her back, before looking deep in her eyes, keeping eye contact shortly before penetrating her. He thrust it deep into her, feeling her warmth and wetness guide him in without effort. She arched her back and moaned, feeling herself expand in contrast to him. She brought a hoof down to start rubbing herself, trying to get her there faster. He rearranged himself to where she couldn’t, making sure that he-and only he-would give her an orgasm.

He continued thrusting against her, feeling himself weaken. She hadn’t gotten any dryer...if anything, she had increased wetness...a good sign, he thought. She started thrusting herself against him as well, meeting him more than halfway. Backdraft suddenly felt his dick weaken, a sign he was about to cum. Pinkie also felt herself tighten up, as she began one of her orgasms. The tightness mixed with the warm, wet, womblike sensation of her pussy pushed him over the edge. They both screamed out in pleasure together as he came inside her, panting. She put a hood down there, getting some and licking it. She smiled at him, panting as well.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” she said.

“On a pleasure scale from 1 to 10, how did I do?” asked Backdraft. He needed to improve for next time, of course.

“It’s...over 9000.” she said, smiling. Backdraft laughed.

“Let’s get us home now. I’ll fly you there.”

***

The doorbell rang, waking Trey and Fluttershy up. Trey caught the time on his way back, seeing it well after 2 AM. He opened the door to see Backdraft, panting, stumbling in, drunk. Pinkie Pie busted in as well, her legs quivering. She was obviously tipsy. Trey raised an eyebrow and drew some conclusions.

“So...how was it? What’d she taste like?” he asked slyly.

“Great...cotton ca...er...nothing. What’d who taste like?” he said, stumbling towards his bedroom, passing out. Pinkie Pie followed suit, not bothering to check with Trey for permission. Trey laughed to himself and went back to his room, cuddling up next to Fluttershy again.

“Can I go with you tomorrow?” she asked, still half out of it.

“I still have to tell Backdraft, but I’m perfectly fine with it.

“Oh...um...what happened with him and Pinkie?”

“Don’t worry about it. You wouldn’t like it anyway.” he said, stroking her face. Tomorrow, he and Backdraft were going to go to Canterlot. It was killing him who their mother was and they were going to visit the orphanage. Maybe even Celestia. He gently pushed her head against his chest, feeling her nuzzle before both of them feel asleep, sweetly and soundly.

Chapter 4 abridged

“Wake up!” screamed Pinkie.

“Huh?” asked Trey in a tired daze. Pinkie suddenly burst out into song.

“This is your wake up call!

Don’t make me crush your balls!

Get out of bed you lazy fuck

Or I will kill a duck!

Today we go onto the road,

licking lots of toads!

And gators...named gummy...

and I like honey...” she finished, staggering, falling to the floor, her inebriation catching back up with her.

“I don’t want to lick toads!” Backdraft called from the living room.

Trey looked at his clock. It wasn’t more than 30 minutes after Fluttershy and Trey had fallen asleep, still way too early to be getting up. Suddenly, Trey heard the cocking of a shotgun.

“Get up.” Backdraft ordered.

“Wake up, Trey!!!” said a gentle yelling, like that of an Angel. “It’s time to get up, silly!”

Trey screamed awake, facing the bright shining sun. Fluttershy yelped a bit, looking at him curiously.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Just a...bad dream...” he said. “It didn’t have you in it.” he said, smiling at her, regaining his composure. He wasn’t exactly sure what just happened, but it was...interesting...to say the least.

“You’re such a kiss-ass.” Backdraft said, standing in the doorway.

“Why are you even looking in my door? Don’t you ever knock?”

“Heard somepony screaming. I could have kicked down the door, if that’s better.” he pointed out, a smirk on his face.

“...let’s just go.”

“Go where?”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you. We’re going to Canterlot to find our mother. Taking Fluttershy along with me as well.”

“Can I come?” asked Pinkie, bouncing out from nowhere, once again. “I love adventure games!”

“I suppose we could use some back up...” Backdraft muttered.

“Backup? This is a simple ‘get into town, find our orphanage, find mom’ quest. Not a Coltistani combat mission. What could go wrong that we could possibly need backup?”

“You can never be too careful.” Backdraft said, loading a clip into his USP.

“WHY DO YOU EVEN HAVE THAT OUT?” yelled Trey in shock. Fluttershy yelped and hid under the covers, behind Trey.

“I heard screaming, naturally I thought somepony was in danger.”

“SHE WAS SCREAMING BECAUSE OF YOU!!! STANDING IN THE DOORWAY LIKE A CREEPER. OUT! OUT!”

“Meh, fine.” Backdraft said, trotting out, closing the door behind him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay here?” Trey asked Fluttershy, removing the covers. “It might be a better idea. He’s a little...bold sometimes.”

“Bite me!” Backdraft called out from the living room.

“His hearing is certainly better than I remember it...the virus is mutating.”

“Virus?”

“Years ago, they tried to create a breed of supersoldier...Backdraft was the puniest one of the bunch...he was chosen. The effects after the injection weren’t immediately apparent...but in the most recent years, several of his senses have developed. His eyesight suddenly went 0/20. His sense of smell increased. Now, his hearing.”

“Is there a downside to this biogenetic mutation?”

“There always is. He just doesn’t know it yet. I saw the case file.” he said, whispering to Fluttershy. “When one sense heightens, he loses another sense. Ever since gaining his sense of smell, he lost his sense of direction. His eyesight made him lose his common sense. And worst of all...now that his hearing has increased...he’ll be losing his sense of sexuality.” he said, leaning back out. “They created a brand new breed of metrosexual soldier. Backdraft is only the beginning.”

“...really?” she asked timidly.

“Nope. Let’s go.” he said, exiting the room.

“Remind me to kick your ass when I get the chance, Trey.” Backdraft said as they walked into the living room.

“What ever did I do?”

“New breed of metrosexual soldiers? Really?”

“I know that plush scarf isn’t reconnaissance uniform.” he said, gently touching his frilly scarf with his hoof. Backdraft rolled his eyes.

“It’s Pinkies.” he said, annoyed as he threw it around Pinkies neck. “Let’s just go.”

***

“And here we are...brings back good memories.” said Trey, as the orphanage rolled into view.

“Last chance orphanage for poor, hopeless kids?” read Fluttershy. “Hopeless? That’s...not nice.”

“The owner is kind of a prick.” Backdraft muttered, walking inside.

“The owner could have changed in recent years though.”

“Hello there, and welcome to...oh...it’s you two.” said the receptionist, a dark blue pony with a white mane. “I thought we got rid of you.”

“Oh Agatha, you always were good at boosting self-esteem. Glad to see you kept your double chin.” said Trey, glaring at her. She felt her chin for a bit, looking away.

“Cut the shit, Agatha. We’re here to find our mother. The headmistress in?” Backdraft asked a little forcefully.

“She’s not in right now. Try again never.” she said, putting a newspaper up, shielding herself from the world. Backdraft grabbed the paper from her, staring her down, his hoof raised above his head in a threatening manner. Suddenly, a voice rang out on the loudspeaker.

“Agatha, send our guests to my office. Escort them yourself. Maybe you’ll exert 10 calories.” Agatha sighed, tossing the paper aside.

“Why is he always so violent?” Fluttershy asked Trey.

“The military does strange things to you. Music just makes you want to fuck.”

“Nah, I just always wanted to do that. She had it coming, you know it, Trey.” Backdraft pointed out.

“My diplomatic and pacifistic nature prevent me from saying anything. I won’t provide a contrary, however.”

“AGATHA RUNS, THE ORPHANAGE,

AND HAS A DOUBLE CHIN!

IF SHE DOESN’T LET US SEE THEIR MOM

I’LL PUT HER IN THE TRASH BIN!” yelled Pinkie.

“...really?” asked Trey. “Why did we bring her along?” he whispered to Backdraft.

“Back up.” Backdraft said. “She’s the only other one here who knows how to fight.”

“I know how to fight. I just choose not to. Let’s just get this over with.”

Agatha showed them into an office, where the headmaster sat back in a recliner.

“Leave your guests outside.” she said. Pinkie and Fluttershy exchanged worried glances and waited outside the door.

“Now, leave Agatha. Trot there, maybe you’ll lose a pound.” Agatha closed the door, cursing at the headmaster. “Now.What brings you back?”

“We’re trying to find our mother.” said Backdraft.

“You realize this is an orphanage, right?”

“We know you have records on our families.”

“Wasn’t Trey over there selected by Celestia? Why not start with her? We have nothing on him, and hardly anything on you, Backdraft.”

“Oh yeah... good thinking.” Backdraft turned to Trey. “Looks like we have an audience with the Princess, bro.”

“I do. You have some records to catch up on. I’ll see what I can find out.”

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere.” said the headmaster, producing a bajillion pistol.

“Bajillion? Those are outlawed in Equestria!” said Backdraft, pulling his USP out, aiming at her head.

“Didn’t stop me.” she said, pointing her gun. Don’t try anything.” she said. “This is modified. If you shoot me, the gun will go off. Dead colt’s switch. If I release, this fires. If I die, I release. You’re screwed either way. Now let’s have a gentle talk.” she said, squeezing the trigger, activating the dead colt’s switch.

“PINKIE! BACK UP!” Backdraft shouted as Pinkie jumped through the window, an HK416 in her hooves, kicking the headmaster in the face, a sickening crack filling the air as she broke her jaw. The gun went off as she dropped the pistol, the round narrowly missing Trey’s hoof. Pinkie kicked away the pistol, firing a round into the headmasters head.

“Compulsory action scene over!!!” said Pinkie, bouncing out the door just as quickly as she came in. Trey and Backdraft exchanged glances, exiting a short bit later.

“Is everything alright in there? I heard gunshots...” said Fluttershy.

“I told you we would need the back up.” Backdraft said, a smirk on his face.

“Where did she even get her own gun?”

“I’m a Green Beret, 1st Special Forces Brigade.” she said, smiling. Pinkie was kinda scary now.

“Well...Fluttershy, you’re here to offer dramatic contrast. Don’t go insane.” said Trey.

“Don’t worry.” she said, tying a black headband around her head. “I won’t.”

***

“Princess motherfucking Celestia!!!” said Trey, greeting Celestia.

“Trey! What up in this house?” she retorted. She gave Trey a hug and the two started to talk.

“This..what?” said Backdraft. “That’s Princess Celestia, Trey.”

“I know.”

“Shouldn’t you...like...address her respectfully?”

“You’d be surprised at how laid back the princess can be. She doesn’t like having to be royal all the time. I released her inhibitions.”

“Sounds kinky.” said Tucker.

“Tucker, where have you been? I’ve completely forgotten about your existence.”

“I was with Luna. Bow chicka wow wow.”

Celestia raised an eyebrow at him. “What?” she asked.

“You heard him!” Luna called from another room.

“That’s...what are you here for Trey?” she asked, turning her attention to him.

“We want to find our mother.” said Backdraft.

“Yes, we indeed are looking for our maternal figure. You picked me up from the orphanage and I never knew who my mom was. I just figured you’d have records. Maybe run some blood tests, you know?”

“Well...I see. Trey, what I’m about to tell you will be a bit...shocking. Fluttershy, Pinkie, Tucker, I’d ask that you leave the room. This is for Trey and Backdraft only.”

Pinkie, Fluttershy, and Tucker left the room, leaving Trey and Backdraft alone in her large study.

“Now, this is strange. But it gets stranger. But...I...am your mother.”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” screamed Trey.

It's all Backdraft's fault

“Why are you screaming?” asked Backdraft.

“It felt right.” he said. Backdraft raised an eyebrow.

“Anyways,” continued Celestia, “Long ago, I had tripolar disorder. There were three parts of me...Celestia, what I am now, Molestia, a horridly sexual deviant, and Trollestia, who wanted nothing but to frustrate ponies to death. After I created the Elements of Harmony to banish Nightmare Moon, I found I could remove the less desirable parts of myself. I did so. Now, Molestia and Trollestia roam Equestria. I’m honestly not sure which of them in your mother. I gave birth to you while I was Celestia. I have no idea who I was when you were conceived. Technically, I’m your mother. Technically, I’m not. I’m afraid I really can’t help you much more than that. Here, take a slightly helpful map that will aid you in your quest, since everypony stands still when you want to look for them.

“I would much rather use my GPS.” Backdraft said.

“You can much rather use it. I have tracking satellites on them. Let me upload the information to your system.” she said, magically inputting coordinates into Backdraft’s GPS. “This should get you started."

“Sweet! Wasn’t expecting that!” Backdraft said.

“Be careful...those two aren’t bound to treat you nicely just because you’re their son. Be careful, Trey.”

“What about me?!” Backdraft asked.

“Fuck off.” she said, winking.

“I really hope Molestia is our mom. We can set her loose on you.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I need somepony to keep me company.” she said.

“Celestia...do you ever have residual effects from your personalities? Have you fully gotten rid of them?

“I’m afraid not. Hopefully you’ll never have to meet one of them.” she said, wrapping an arm around Trey, winking.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine.” said Trey, shoving the arm off quickly. “We’d better get started.”

“Be safe, my little ponies!”

“I hate it when she says that...” Trey muttered under his breath as the two of them walked out the door.

“So, who are we going to track down first?” asked Backdraft.

“Obviously the main choice here is Molestia. We have two males and two females. We can overtake her if she gets any ideas. Besides, if she’s our mom, we know, and can run.”

“Why does everypony keep forgetting about me?” asked Tucker.

“What about Trollestia?” asked Backdraft. “Why not her?”

“Well, I think we should settle for the lesser of two evils here.”

“Riiiiiiight...” Backdraft said, before turning to Tucker. “Are you going with us? We need someone to fuck Molestia.”

“Is she hot?”

“Here’s where you earn your salt, Tucker. Can you live up to all those things you say about yourself?”

“...yes.”

“Have you even ever done it, Tucker?”

“...”

“Exactly.”

“But the two of us have relationships,” Backdraft pointed out, “So someone is going to have to fuck her for us. That’s where you come in.”

“What’s fuck...oh...” said Fluttershy, remembering what Pinkie and Backdraft did earlier.

“Yeah...you won’t have to worry about it for a long time, Flutterheart.” said Trey reassuringly.

“You did it again...” Backdraft muttered.

“I meant to.”

“Whatever.” Backdraft said, shrugging. “But first, we need to go back home to get some supplies. And we need a smartass to help plan out stuff. I’m guessing that means Twilight is coming with us, right?”

“...uh...why not just take everypony with us?” said Trey, sarcastically.

Backdraft rolled his eyes. “Six ponies isn’t that much, Trey. It’s not even a squad. Besides, every team needs somepony who’s a smartass, and I think she fits the description

“I think she’s just smart...not a smartass...” said Fluttershy. “But, you know...whatever you think is fine...”

“No, no, I agree with you Fluttershy.” Backdraft said. “I was making a joke.”

“She hot?” Tucker asked.

“In a nerdy kind of way.” Backdraft replied, shrugging.

“I’ve got dibs.” Tucker said. Backdraft and Trey exchanged glances.

“After you take care of Molestia.”

“Man, mares are like Voltron. The more you hook up with, the better it gets.”

“Actually, I’ve found that fillies are like parking spaces. All the good ones are taken and the rest are either too far away or handicapped. How’s your parking space, Backdraft? Yeah, that’s what I thought.” said Trey.

“Wow Trey, that was kind of a dick move.” Backdraft said. “Are you going to start wearing a wifebeater and styling your hair like Dj Pony D?”

“Reality shows can sucka my balls.”

“So can Fluttershy. Bow chicka wow wow!” Tucker said. Backdraft brohoofed him.

“Hm?” asked Fluttershy, who had clearly not been paying attention.

“Nothing.” said Trey. “You wouldn’t like it anyway.”

“You don’t know that.” Backdraft pointed out. “Have you guys even made love yet?”

“Oh...” said Fluttershy. “That’s what they’re talking about...”

“Seriously, just leave us alone about it.” he said forcefully. This wasn’t something that Fluttershy particularly cared for and Trey made sure she stayed away from it. “It’s not worth it anyways.”

“I think we’re getting a bit off track, anyways.” Backdraft said. “This time, we’re taking the modern way to travel. Any bitching, and I’ll cut off your tongues, do I make myself clear?” Everypony remained silent. “Good.” he pulled out a phone from a pouch in his belt and dialed in a number. “Caramel? Yeah, it’s Backdraft, I’m calling in a favor from when I saved your ass in Coltistan, still flying the Black Hawk? Good, mind picking me and some ponies up in front of the Canterlot Castle? Great, see you in a few.”

“This had better live up to the hype.” said Trey. “I know sex didn’t.”

“Trey, I’m just going to remind this one time. I am carrying a loaded weapon.” Backdraft motioned to his USP. “Don’t test me.”

“I’m not trying to test your technology. I’m just trying to point out the complete uselessness of having aerial vehicles when nearly everypony here is a pegasus.”

“Pinkie isn’t, and Fluttershy can barely fly. Besides, the Black Hawk flies faster than either of us.”

“I can fly fine...” said Fluttershy.

“Yes, you do. Don’t listen to him. Like I said, he’s a little bold sometimes.” said Trey, hugging her.

“Actually, I’m just going by what Rainbow Dash told me.” Backdraft pointed out.

“Yeah, that explains it. Whatever. Let’s hope your black hawk can spice things up.”

“Bow chicka wow wow!” Tucker said.

“Black HAWK. Not black COCK. Besides, you don’t even know what the latter is. Or maybe you know a little too much about them.” Backdraft rolled his eyes.

“I think he was talking about when you said spice things up.”

“Like foal spice, baby.”

“And, seriously Trey, stop bashing on the co-” Backdraft began, but was interrupted by the sound of helicopter blades as the Black Hawk passed over, landing nearby them. A tan colored earth pony stepped out of the cockpit and trotted up to Backdraft.

“It’s good to see you again Colonel!” Backdraft said, having to shout over the helicopter.

“Likewise! Get on board!” Caramel shouted back as he ran back to the cockpit, climbing back in. Pinkie and Backdraft climbed inside of it automatically, but the other three hesitated.

“What the fuck are you guys waiting for?!” Backdraft shouted.

“It’s so big...and loud...” said Fluttershy. Trey rolled his eyes and helped her inside.

“Don’t worry, I have friends in high places, too, Fluttershy. I’ll show off my power of musicianship eventually.”

“In the meantime, how about I contact my old friend, Brigadier General Golden Delicious? He can bring in a M1A1 Abrams.” Backdraft said, smirking.

“Say, Pinkie, you like to sing, don’t you?” began Trey.

“Oh, yes! Would you like to hear a song?”

“No, but tell you what...I have some connections that would make it to where you could potentially perform for all of Equestria...”

“REALLY?” she said, bouncing up and down, causing the helicopter to sway.

“Wow, for the first time all day, you’re not being a prick, Trey.”

Trey ignored him. “Yes, I can. Sure beats being able to call up a helicopter at any time, doesn’t it?”

“YES YES YES YES YES!!!”

“Keep working on your voice and let me know when you’re ready. I’ll put in a good word for you at the Canterlot Symphony Hall.” he said, smiling slyly at Backdraft.

“Looks like I can make your filly happier than you can.” Backdraft rolled his eyes and Trey laughed as the helicopter flew back to Ponyville.

“Next stop, Ponyville, over.” said Caramel, breaking up the fight. The Black Hawk flew over their home, landing in a nearby field. Pinkie and Backdraft immediately jumped out, galloping for the house.

“Go get the smartass!” Backdraft called to the others, before walking inside of the house, Pinkie in tow.

“Then let’s all regroup at substation alpha bravo.” said Trey, sarcastically. “Whatever. C’mon, Fluttershy.” he said, as she and Trey trotted to Twilight’s library.

“Um, what should I do!” Tucker called out to them.

“Find a sheep.” said Trey.

“I think I have one!” said Fluttershy.

“Uh...let him find his own.” said Trey.

“I think I’ll just follow you guys...” Tucker said, chasing after them.

“Oh...ok.” said Fluttershy.

Eventually, they tracked down Twilight’s library, knocking on the wood frame of her door.

“Oh, hey Trey! Hey Fluttershy! And Hellllloooooooo, Tucker.” she said, winking at him. Tucker blushed, unsure of how to respond.

“Well that shut you up. Knew it would. Anyways, what can I do for you?”

“Backdraft says he wants a smartass for our mystical quest. He believes you’re an excellent smartass and that you should accompany us in case we need a smartass.”

“Damn straight.” Twilight said.

“See, told you guys!” Backdraft said as he and Pinkie walked up behind them, both wearing ACU’s, body armor, and Army Combat Helmets. Backdraft threw a large bag out into the middle of the group, before unslinging his HK416, aiming it down at the ground.

“You ever think you might be overkilling it with the military stuff?” asked Trey.

“Shock-and-awe, my friend, shock-and-awe.” Backdraft said.

“Right.” he said, annoyed. “Let’s just go.”