The Man Inside the Colt

Chapter 6: Getting a Little Wet Part 1

It was an odd thing to tell your mom, about how a box full of books appeared on the living room coffee table. It was even harder to explain why there was a scroll, with the royal seal on the top of the box addressed to you.

Though having to haul your mom to her room, after she read the note, was even harder. I really should have just left her on the floor… there was so much this body could do, especially with those melons breaking my hold on her.

What I’m about to do right now however, maybe the hardest thing I ever had to do.

I pushed open the door to the library, looking around the empty room. There were no books cluttering the table in the middle, but I would give it another hour until that purple dream killing unicorn comes back.

It might just be my prejudice for the mare, but she belittled me at every step. She didn’t do it out right, but it was those tiny hints, that I knew, she thought my attempts to be a joke.

“Hello!” I called out, hoping that I wouldn’t have to meet her or ever. Those books came in at a proper time, especially when I just returned those library books a couple of days ago. Mumbling, “Can’t believe she’s her student.”

“Hello!” I called out again, and this time I heard the sound of scratching wood. Turning to the kitchen the purple dragon came through the door. Why he doesn’t wear clothes is still a mystery to me.

“Hello and welcome to… oh it’s you,” the dragon said, when he laid his green eyes on me, “came here to borrow more books?”

“No Spike.” I said shaking my head but looked down at the purple dragon. He was older than me yet he only reached my chest, “I’m actually here for you… that sounded wrong didn’t it?”

“Yes… yes it did.” he responded, keeping a straight face. We both stared at one another, until I broke it, with my laughter.

“Okay. Okay.” I tried holding back my laughter, but him snorting out a gout of fire kept it going. Really happy I made a friend out of this guy, “So anyways.” I coughed into my hand trying to end any further laughter, “Here… just read it.”

I handed him the crumpled up scroll. He grabbed it in his claws, looking it over, “This looks like…”
He quickly opened the letter, his eyes growing wide as it moved further down the page.

“Yeah,” I said, when he looked at me slack jawed, “So ah… if you could keep this from Twilight.”

“B-but i-it’s Pri…” He began, but I ended it with my out stretched hand.

“Look,” I lowered my hand to stare into his serpent like eyes, “Let’s just keep this between you and me… the last thing we need is for you know who… to go all crazy.” He looked at the paper then back at me.

“Spike,” I sighed, walking up to the dragon and placing a hand on his shoulder, “think about this.” I stared into his eyes and he looked away. “If she finds out… that means you’ll have more work to do.”

I watched as his pupils shrank, he looked at the paper in his hands. With little to no effort he shredded the piece of paper.

“There!” He wiped his brow and sighed, “Now she won’t know.”

“Glad you are on board Spike!” I patted his shoulder, “I’ll come when Twilight’s not around… you still up for tomorrow?”

He nodded and smiled, “Yup… just be sure to bring lunch.”

“Good… then I’ll be seeing you,” I turned and headed for the door, not before taking the pile of shredded paper. I don’t know how well magic can piece these together, but it was better to be safe than sorry when it came to purple. Still don’t like her.

“Let’s see,” I mumbled, looking over the books I received from the Princesses. True to their word they sent the books, albeit it was three days after our little meeting. “That’s strange…”

Flipping through the common jargon about safety, I landed on a page with schematic for a wand… or staff. The dimensions were not specific at all.

“Hmm… yup,” I placed the book on the table and reached for my cup of water. Downing the glass, I let out a relieved sigh, “A wand… a magic fucking wand… I’m beginning to hate this place more and more.”

I placed the glass down, returning my attention to the book in front of me. Putting pencil to paper, I listed down the materials for the wand… fuck this I’m going with scepter. It’s like a mace, but really fancy.

I paused when I reached an odd sounding item, “Timberwolf heart… no wonder why this magic was lost. The process is way too gritty for these ponies.”

Adding another column to the list, “Note to self. Buy a hammer, an axe, rope/tape, surgical tubing and a box of razors.”

I nodded going over my shopping trip for a future to the woods.

Flipping the page, “Mother fucker.” My eye twitched as I saw the detailed drawings of the material.

Crossing off razors, I added soda bottles and lamp oil to the list. The wooden wolf on the page, was nothing compared to the living breathing animal I thought of.

“At least now I don’t have to do some epic quest… spoke to soon!” I flipped the page, and there in front of me was the one thing that I would truly dread to do, “No wonder why these guys stopped practicing magic… I really hope Spike would understand.”

Light slowly faded from room, and that was when I realized the time. It was five in the afternoon, getting up from the table filled with books. I left my room and headed for the kitchen.

“Hey mom,” I greeted, when I entered the kitchen to see the mare over the stove, “I thought I was cooking tonight?”

“It’s alright Button,” She turned and smiled, “you’ve been so busy today… so I thought I’d make dinner tonight.”

“Alright…” I took a seat at the table, staring at the back of the mare. Watching her do her motherly thing and me just being a kid... her kid.

“So Button?” Mom looked up from her bowl of soup, “Anything happened to you today?”

’Great… she’s still in that starstruck mode,’ I inwardly sighed, staring into her blue eyes, “Just researching mom… you know I’m not an official student. Just a tempt.”

Apparently my words didn’t reach her ears, “I just still can’t believe the princess choosed my son… Oh! I’m so proud of you.”
I ignored her gushing statement and continued to eat as she kept going about what it means to be the chosen by the Princesses. Personally I didn’t care, I’m glad they gave me the books, but other than that it was starting to become a hassle.

“Not to mention all the potential mares…”

“Mom!” I cut her off before she continued.

She blinked and stared at me with that wide smiling face of her’s. “Yes Button?”

“I’m gay.” I watched as her face fell from the smiling proud mother to a horrified ‘I just ran over my puppy’ face.

Right then and there I broke down laughing. It was just too much for me take that I fell over laughing on the ground.

Five minutes passed, before I could actually stand up. Her scowl greeted my eyes and again I bent over and continued to laugh.

“That wasn’t funny!” Mom yelled over my laughter.

“I k-know. I know.” I sat back down what remained of my meal, a potato wedge. “But you should have seen your face!”

She continued to scowl and just gave me the silent treatment. I shrugged and popped the potato wedge into my mouth. Getting up I headed for the sink with plates in hand.

The only sound that echoed in the kitchen was the sound of clanking dishes and water slamming into them.

Finishing, I walked to the mare and gave her kiss on the cheek, “Good night mom.”

She returned a kiss of her own and hugged me. “You're such an odd colt… but I love anyways.”

I smiled from the compliment, and hugged the mare, “Love you too mom.”

After closing the book, on something about fundamentals for Earth Pony mages, which was basically the same magic for foals the unicorns came up with, but meant for earth pony adolescents. Again, no wonder why these guys stopped doing magic.

It took them years just to channel magic into a medium, and the spells they casted was on even basic to a unicorn foal. No wonder why they chose to fight off the other tribes with swords and arrows.

Looking at the code they used, proved to be their actual downfall. From the looks of it, their order of operations contradicted with one another.

They had two conflicting programs, right off the start and then the process was wrong. It was like telling a robotic arm to move up, then to the left and grab. From their code, it was move up, to left then right and grab.

I may not be able to cast magic, but it was too easy to point out the problem. Then the materials for making these wan… scepters was a harder to procure than it looks.

Especially the Timber Wolf Heart, a manifestation of magic within the center of a hulking wooden wolf. Really wished I had a gun right now, this would make this so much easier. At least the dragon part is not going to be such a headache.

Turning off the lamp, I laid my head on the pillow. Staring out into the starry night sky, “I wonder if that Zebra lady can help me out… she does live in the forest and all.”

Closing my eyes, I waited for the sweet embrace of sleep.

“This is kinda weird,” I said aloud, looking around the room. I was in one of those eastern hotel rooms, the lover hotel kind, with all those kinky paraphernalia. It had pink jail bars, surrounding a white pristine bed, “This is wrong on so many levels… but why am I so horny?”

I looked down to see myself at attention. Though it wasn’t me, it seemed bigger.

“Hey there big boy,” I quickly turned, and at that moment I knew why I was so horny. Silverspoon was all by accounts right in front of me, but naked with her mane let loose.

She wasn’t one of those dream girls that every man would dream of having. She was a bit pudgy, with plump luscious hips and grapefruit sized breast.

She walked up to me, wrapping my arm around her. Rubbing her head against my chest, her hand moves down to gently stroke me.

I would have called bullshit then and there, since this was the first time I felt feeling from a dream, but it felt too good.

“Don’t hog him all to yourself!” I turned and my jaw felt like it was ripped out of my mouth. It was that red maned mare, Twist I think her name was. She was like Silver, but naked and giving me full view of that black slit.

She was still skinny in this dream, but what she lacked in the bust and hips, she clearly made it up with the fact she was downright sexy.

My free hand went up, gently stroking her straightened mane. She joined Silverspoon, by nuzzling my chest and stroking me.

I held them in my arms, and at that point I finally realized why it was so weird.

They were older and so was I. They were naked and they rubbed themselves against me. They still had their glasses on, and I was getting harder from the thought.

I really hope this dream doesn’t end, and I wake up with a stained bed.

Breaking from their embrace, I turned and ripped off the door to the caged bed. Grabbing Silverspoon, I pushed her on the bed and I followed after.

My head was between those soft fuzzy bosoms, while my hand ventured south, I was gently suckling.

I felt the bed shift, looking up, Twist was poised over the grey mare’s muzzle. Silverspoon held Twist’s hips, locking the mare in place. I continued with my work, until my other head grew impatient.

Straightening myself out, I rubbed against Silver, her tail barring my entrance. My hand swatted the barrier away and I entered.

Twist leaned forward and our lips met, our tongues wrestled for dominance. I lost in the end, but the other had more to do with Twist’s victory.

I felt the pressure building and I was about to let loose, until...

“Hello there Button!”A loud voice echoed around me, as the mares and the room melted around me. I held myself from exploding as Luna appeared in my new surroundings.

I looked at the mare, and she tilted her head. “Is something wrong?”

My eyes twitched seeing the night before me. Looking down I was still what I believed to be my adult body. I was fully clothed now, and I was angry.

“I was so fucking close!” I yelled in my dream state, turning to the mare, “You're going to pay for this!”

“What!?” She moved back as I moved forward.

I imagined one of my most sick and twisted fantasies. Doing it on a field of heathers, overlooking the ocean.

The mare paused, staring at the wondrous sight, with the mare’s slight hesitation I used that opportunity to tackle her to the ground

“You ruined a good dream,” I said in between my kisses on her neck, “I was so close… but now you’ll have to fill in.”

My rational mind was screaming to stop doing this to the panting mare. I didn’t listen, for I thought it was only a dream… she was a dream.

Tearing her clothes off, I was greeted with the most adorable thing ever. She was wearing a flower patterned bra, but her panties are what drew me in.

They had the smiling faces of kittens on a white background. It was actually weird that it actually made me harder.

“Wow… that’s hot.” I said, while my hands slowly moved down her sides.

“R-really?” Luna panted, staring at me.

I nodded, “Yup they sure are… but too bad they have to go.”

I gently removed the white barrier, as my tongue replaced it. Luna was starting to moan and I continued to do my part at making the mare scream.

My hands went down to unbutton my pants, as liquid splattered across my face. Wiping off the warm liquid, I stood up and removed my clothing.

“Oh my.” Luna gasped, I stared down at the wide eyed mare. I looked over my body, I was still in some adult form t, but I seemed leaner for some reason.

“Like what you see?” I smirked at the dream mare, she nodded, “Just wait a few, more years…” I went back down, to continue on my work. Letting my action speak, than words could ever explain.

Another gush of liquid, I made my way up. My hands clasped on each mound as I rubbed against her.

For some reason I kept her bra on, while I slowly made my way in. In fact I only removed her panties, her clothing was ripped in the middle with her white bra contrasting her dark blue coat.

I began kissing the sides of her neck. Strange how this form was the same size as her. She clearly was taller than most mare, hell even most stallions.

I felt the warmth splatter on my crotch, and with that I released…

I awoke staring into the darkened room. Reaching for the light, I was in the same room, same pile of books on my table, and the toys that once cluttered the shelves, now into storage.

I put my face into the pillow, and screamed my contempt to the world.

With nothing better to do than lay there and curse my existence, I got out of bed and started my workout.

“I hope the hike doesn’t get ruined,” I said, as I stretched. It was a good way to get to know that dragon kid, and maybe get one of the materials for my wand… scepter. Those things never did look like proper wands, more like a stick with a ball stabbed on top of it.

I really hate wands.