Chapter fourteen

In Ponyville, it’s a wonderful cool, crisp night out. Most other ponies have gone to bed by this point and the streets are relatively quiet as one may expect in such a town at this hour. Then again at the same time, there are late night patrons of the local bar establishment. It isn’t usual to have a few ponies stumble out half intoxicated off their hooves as they try to make their way home for the night. That’s just to be expected though.

A fairly young earth pony mare comes half way out of the bar door tripping over her own self. The light brown filly has a nice long black mane placed on her, with the same color tail. Trimmed curves about her waist that extend all the way down to her well-formed rump, all of it held up with toned legs, and to top it off a sweet face graced with light blue eyes. Certainly a sight for many a colt that would want to jump at the opportunity to take a pony of her sort after a night of heavy drinking. Though she may come here after working at the florist stand a few days out of the week, she isn’t what one would call a heavy weight. Sticking usually to the more virgin drinks, then again it was a busy day and very stressful. A good amount of hard cider couldn’t hurt.

“Good night, Taps,” she calls to the bartender, waving to a few other patrons that she met while there, “I’ll see y’all another night.”

“Good night, Ms. Sunflower,” Taps waves back to her as one of his favorite customers departs for the evening.

The door shuts and with that Sunflower is on her way home. Leaning off to one side here and there it’s clear that the mare is going to have her work cut out for her when it comes to such an easy task like getting home, but this is something she has gone and done on more than one occasion. Although she is starting regret not taking home that rather charming colt that sat across from her at the bar and almost pumped her full of drinks. It’s rather cold to the inebriated pony as she starts to shiver after a small gust of wind clips against the end of her muzzle. Which for the intoxicated, is enough to even make her start to fall over on her side, that is until some pony else stumbles upon her.

“Are you alright miss?” the other pony says to the mare as he helps her to her feet.

Feeling the warmth of another pony close to her in the night brings Sunflower back in to some reality for a few moments while she takes a good look at him. And she sure as hay likes what she sees… the Pegasus colt seems to be around her age, sporting a well groomed blue mane with black highlights, light violet eyes, and a grey coat that feels feather soft to her hooves even while she can feel the strong muscles underneath and a pair of wings that are well preened and taken care of. The mare still has one hoof on him on him as support as she falls over her words.

“Ah I’m… actually okay, well sorta…” shaking a head to get a hold of herself, “…you can probably tell what’s wrong with me right now,” she grins off to the side.

The colt smiles warmly at her, “I can see that… come on... let’s get you home,” he says hoisting a hoof over his shoulder as he walks side by side down the street.

“Thank you,” she mumbles while guiding him down to her home, “I did need some help back there.”

“Well it wouldn’t have been the proper thing to do to leave a pretty young mare like yourself out here alone,” he winks at her. Receiving a reddened face in return.

‘Whelp… I’m either this drunk,’ she summarizes, ‘or it’s going faster than I could have hoped for…’ she grins at him.

“Such the gentle colt aren’t you?” Sunflower starts to chuckle at him while they walk.

“As you’re the lady mare,” he responds, getting the filly to snap out of her trance for moment and look at him.

‘I’m going to go with the latter,’ she concludes when they finally reach her house.

Taking a key out and sliding it in to the door as best she can with her wobbly hooves, Sunflower opens it wide. Turning around to see the colt still standing there, thankfully. ‘Well at least I didn’t have to drag him in here,’ she snickers at herself while taking a back step inside, “this is probably the alcohol talking but… do you have a mare to go home to tonight?” she asks him, taking another step in.

The look on the colts face widens as the edges of his lips stretch near ear to ear, “…not any of the sort,” he follows her inside and uses a wing to close the door behind him.

The mare turns around away from him and slowly walks up the stairs stopping half way and looks at him with a single wink before continuing. Soon being followed by the colt as he grins to himself, following the chance encounter up the stairs and in to the bed room.

Something about the alcohol induced sex drive allows the mare to clear her mind in the sense of coordination as she manages to pull the colt in to the room, and just as fast has her lips meet his in the middle while the mares own tongue sticks down his throat and runs itself all along the walls of his mouth. It’s been a little while sense she had another here with her in this room, and that’s something the mare does learn to miss after so long. Welcoming his own tongue in her mouth, each of the muscles intertwine with one another in almost a wrestling match while their hooves start to run up and down their necks and in to the mane they both sport. Whoever this colt is, he certainly knows which nerves to hit as he slightly pulls her hair back getting a minor yelp out of Sunflower before the feeling hits her mind in the right places.

This is a little new to her, seldom ever having a colt pull her mane. While the mares head is arched back from the action, the colt plants one final kiss on the edge of her lips and starts to run the same action down her neck, nibbling all the way as each and every pinch of his teeth sends another arch of slight pain that Sunflower is starting to love more and more while he gently licks the tender area soon after.

Each of them hunched up on their back legs intertwined with one another. She guides him over to the bed after getting her head back in the game from him actions. Laying him down across his own back, the mysterious colt uses his wings to stabilize himself while she starts to play the same roll as he did. Kissing and biting all the way down his chest, drawing out the actions to tease and tantalize him as much as she can while feeling the sway and twitch of his colthood down below before Sunflower finally reaches it. At that, she is rather impressed, but then again this is considering it’s her half-awake brain talking. At this point, anything is good as the mare starts to thirst more and more for him to paint her canvas like an artist working with only one color.

“You seem rather excited,” she snickers up to him while she sees the light grin pass over his face.

Although that changes quickly when she draws her tongue out and gently works the tip, wetting it for his pleasure as it’s the most sensitive part, before lapping her own lips to keep them from chapping. The colt starts to bite down on his lip as each and every inch is slowly and tauntingly eased in to her mouth. Waves of spasms run down his shaft and up the colt’s spine as it tickles his senses left and right from the mare going to work on him. Running her head back and forth, covering her own teeth with her lips and applying just the right amount of pressure, Sunflower cocks her head with a twist here and there to get the rhythm and motion down.

One could say that she has experience with this, and they would be right… although it happens more often when she is in this state, not liking the salty taste that follows. It’s when he brings a single hoof over her head and starts to rock it back and forth with her own motions that Sunflower starts to feel him not cuming, but getting even harder. ‘Well this is going to be a fun night,’ she ponders while removing it from her mouth and licking the shaft slowly again the same way she did when she started. Though to her surprise, the colt flips her around to the point that her back side is facing his own face.

‘Hmm…69…a colt who will pleasure the mare as well,’ the thought crosses her mind.

“I’m not the only one who seems to be excited,” he whispers at her while seeing the moisture from her own sex glisten in what light there is before him.

The wonderful aroma of a mare who takes care of herself over the years fills his nostrils as his tongue unravels from his mouth and readies itself. Not giving Sunflower even a chance to respond though he plunges his own mouth muscle in side of her and watches from his position the craning in her neck that she gives in response. Clenching down on her own tongue as the colts own runs around along the outer edge of her clit, ensuring to entice every inch of her, and laps up what fluids start to run out even more as he goes at her. Running along even the back most parts of her inner walls to as far as his tongue will reach, Sunflower almost bucks her back legs just to get him to stop so she can continue her own meddling down stairs.

Though decides against it so as not to harm her guest for the likely evening, after all, a kick to the face is sure to put any one out of the mood. Not to be out done though, she thrusts his sex in her mouth and starts to match him soon enough for every motion he makes with her own. Both of them can sense the buildup in themselves, from the heavier breathing through their nostrils, to even the sound of their hearts beating in what seems is their ears, and it’s not likely to die down any time soon. The colt places a hoof on either side of her hind and presses lightly together, almost pinching his own tongue between her hind lips as he draws out of her. This is another new one for the mare and she puts a little extra pressure on his shaft to give the same feeling as she draws out, while using her tongue to tickle the tip from the inside, getting some pre-cum in her mouth.

Cleaning up after him, she laps it off the edge of her lips and swallows. Though to her surprise it’s not as salty as she is used to, actually, it’s very sweet. ‘This colt must have been up on his diet lately,’ the young mare thinks, flipping over on all fours facing the bedrail. As her colt for the night rises up to take his place behind her. The mare reaches out towards the nightstand, and pulls out a small foil packet, tossing at him playfully.

“I may be more than drunk tonight,” she explains the obvious contents of the package, “but that in no way, shape, or form means I want to be a parent any time soon.”

“That much, I can agree to,” the colt rips it open and unravels the condom across his shaft, and brings himself up closer and closer behind her as the warmth radiates off her flank. Teasing her, the colt runs the tip along the outside of her lower lips, as every pass entices a little more moisture to take hold in the mare.

Sunflower clenches down on her teeth from every taunting gesture, “Will you. Just put. it in. already?” she says between pants of breath while supporting herself on wobbly fore legs.

Granting her wish, and with a single thrust, he rams in the mare. Almost making her smack her skull on the head board to the bed as the shaft fills every cavity with in her. Pants and moans escape the mare’s lips as the colt she just met rocks back and forth with in her. The lube on the condom doing its job as the latex coatings extra ribbed form rubs along the inner walls of Sunflowers being, lighting up every nerve ending she has to offer while they go up like fireworks at a show.

The colt watches her facial expressions change with every motion to the point that she even has her eyes rolling in the back of her head, while her eye lashes flutter at the feeling. Cocking back a hoof though to bring her back in to the moment, the colt strikes her flank with a single but much desired slap as the sting that follows only enhances the feeling of having him ram in to her over and over at her tender hind. The roughness with him is a major turn on so far as she pushes back with every thrust further in to his colthood, in tune with each other almost.

“You like it rough don’t you?” he asks while listening to the moans, and grunts escape the mare’s throat. Before bringing his hoof back again and hitting the same tender spot on her flank.

Biting down on her tongue the mare has to release slightly to respond, “Mhmm” is all Sunflower manages as she nods to the dominant in the room with a deep grunt.

“Good to know,” he whispers while leaning down in to her.

Nibbling down on the hearing appendage, she cocks forward her head out of his reach to tease him. The colt now just as before, pulls back on her mane with his jaw, this time though with his own teeth clenched around the hairs as she starts to squeal. The deep rumbles of his own grunts being muffled with what’s in his mouth currently as the extra foreplay forces his colthood full of a bit more blood while it starts to almost even flex inside of her, expanding the mare’s walls. Combined with the alcohol in her system, Sunflower is surprised she herself hasn’t cum by this point, she only though had to wait a bit longer as his tip hits the back of her cervix and it is game over for the mare.

The sudden feeling of wetness about runs down her own legs, as he feels the same thing on his shaft. While the pyrotechnics display going on in her pleasure center is hitting new heights as the grand finally starts off, all sense of control to her outer extremities is lost as Sunflower loses the balance in her fore hooves and with her brain now wired off and resetting for a moment she collapses in to the pillows in a heap of used flesh from the sore and well rutted marehood on her.

“Ah-h-h-g-g-g-g,” her muffled cry gets out, but is dampened while she feels his seed shoot inside her even through the lining that protects her from entering parenthood. The colts own grunts coming to a close as he finishes and with a slow, teasing, and drawn out thrust for one last gasp from her, he releases her hair from his mandible trap.

Both of them roll over to their side as the colt eases himself out of her and puts a gentle hoof over her chest pulling the pretty mare ever closer in to his own. Sunflower lets out a little sigh as she nestles herself in to him and leans her head back so she can look at this colt face to face, well as much that can be allowed at this point.

“Well that was surely a, wild ride,” she playfully says to him. Getting a light peck on the ear in return.

“It was for me as well,” he grins while draping a wing overtop of her, “trust me.”

Finally it occurs to the mare. After meeting him just earlier this night after stumbling out of a bar, the colt helping her home and even being quite the polite pony at that given the circumstances. Sunflower has taken him in for the night in a more or less drunken haze and gladly let this colt ride her in her own bed… not the first time she has met a stranger after the bar and this has happened, though it is still few and very, very far between as far as she is concerned. Though the next thing that follows does make it rather awkward given their current position.

“Well ahh… I was going to yell out your name after… you know,” Sunflower starts to chuckle nervously at first while she starts to flush under the dim light of the room, “but then it hit me, I don’t even know your name.”

“Oh…” he stumbles. A slight tremble is in heard in his voice at that moment, enough to make the mare twist her head around again to see what’s the matter, as he pauses for a second to let his thoughts catch up with his mouth, “… It’s Hazel actually,” the colt manages, “Hazel Gem.”

“Hmm… nice name,” she turns back around and gets comfortable again, “How did you get it?”

“Meh…” he stalls, answering as if nothing is off, “same color of my eyes.”

At first the mare doesn’t question this, but that isn’t until she remembers when she first saw him. Turning over again she looks right at his face to see if she fooled herself at first, but after looking at him for a second time she brings herself to one simple conclusion. “Wait a second… your eyes were violet when I first met you!” she snaps while scooting away to get a better look. Putting some distance between then she can see that there is a change in his color, the once violet orbs are now in fact a green and brown mixture that she does not recognize, “Who are you?!” Sunflower starts to shout.

Whatever the colt was hiding, he knows the gig is up and lunges across the bed tackling her to the ground. Her cries for help are muffled under his hoof while he uses his wings to help pin the struggling pony underneath his mass.

“Now, now… we don’t want the neighbors to hear us do we?” he chuckles darkly at her, “After all I need some pony to assume while I’m here, and you’re just the lucky one aren’t you?” he says.

During which Sunflower tries to put up the best fight she can muster, squirming about under him. Managing to break a hoof free for a moment, Sunflower socks him in the mouth and with the natural strength of an earth pony, knocks out a tooth. Causing only more harm on her end as the colt head butts her and regains his footing over top her. There really isn’t much she can do though at this point now, his muscles have tensed up and under his strength the light mare is powerless. The stifled pleads for her life and for help under his hoof try to grow in volume, while at the same time a few tears build up in her eyes at what might happen to her at the hooves of this mysterious colt.

‘I just met him tonight… he seemed so sweet, what did I do to deserve this?!’ Sunflower lets herself down at trying to judge another pony’s character. Though alcohol can affect that judgment, and now she is at the receiving end of such a failure ‘what does he want with me?! What did he mean by assume???’ the questions just keep popping up in her mind while she wonders how this will all play out and in doing so more water works start to build up in her ducts, but the dam never bursts.

“Ah, ah,” he taunts her. While using his own tongue to feel and taste the blood coming from his mouth now from the empty gap of where his tooth once was, “don’t cry, it will all be over… soon.”

The colt draws a short blade, tucked in the feathers of his wing. Giving just enough time for Sunflower to see the knife stick in to her side, digging deep under the ribs as he twists the blade. The bright red life liquid starts to spurt out from the wound as she sees it pool off to the side by her body while it starts to surround her, turning her attention to the colt above her still. The look in his eyes says it all, this isn’t the first time he has pulled this trick. In a few blinks at the coldness in his heart, she sees the end near.

The life slowly drains from her pretty young eyes, all the hopes of living through the years shattered in an instant, the idea of eventually getting married and having a foal of her own gone down the drain. The only thing left of them is a single tear that finally manages to fall from her ducts. Feeling it roll down her face, the last thing Sunflower sees is the bright green blur of light flash around the colt as he changes in to a mirror image of her.

Almost like Sunflower is watching herself die.

Her hooves stop putting up a fight, or even a fidget, and every movement halts. The lifeless body is let go when the, now mare, is sure the job is done. After dragging the victim to the closet, Sunflower’s remains are tossed in and the door is locked in their wake.

No proper burial.

No family to say goodbye to her.

No love shown to the corpse.

Just tossed aside like a piece of trash and left to rot. All alone, and forgotten. The new Sunflower walks over to the make-up table and picks up a bottle of perfume, throwing the glass bottle and breaking it against the closet with its original owner inside to cover the stench that will soon build as rot takes over.

With that little inconvenience taken care of though. She walks over to the bed that still has a few warm wet spots, and stains that her victim left after their little activity. Snuggling in to the pillows and warming up under the blankets. “All in a day’s work, my dear,” the imposter says to herself while a slight chuckle breaks free of her throat and fills the still room slightly, although it’s almost like she is talking to the body in the closet. It doesn’t take long for the new occupant of the house to fall asleep, without a single care in the world.