“*Thud thud thud* AH! NNGH! HAH! *Thud thud thud* OH YEAH! AH! YEAH! YES!”

I lean back in my seat and sigh deeply as I try my best to ignore the noises coming from the other room. It’s Wednesday, and I’m supposed to get breakfast with my best friend; Cinnamon Swirl. It’s a weekly tradition that the two of us started doing early in our friendship. Sadly, most of the time…

“*Thud thud thud* KEEP GOING! OH SISTERS ABOVE! *Thud thud thud* ALMOST THERE! AL-ALMO-HHHHNNNGAAAAAAH!” She was usually busy.

Cinnamon and I are both First Class mares. Cinnamon was born into her place and earned her keep by having two high ranking sons in the guard. Even though she works as the lead assistant in the local diner, she lives a fairly comfortable life. Her room, the one I’m currently waiting in right now, is one of the larger rooms First Class citizens enjoy. It’s nicely furnished with the best Stable-Tec has to offer.

“...”

“Bout time.” I grumble as silence thankfully fills the room. I glance at the Pipbuck fastened to my right forearm and move a delicate finger over the screen. Only fifteen minutes this time.

I stand up and start walking around the room as I wait for one of them to leave. I’ve always really liked Cinnamons room, even a bit jealous at times. Like most Stable-Tec products, most of the furniture within are a nice blend of blue and yellow with metallic frames. The carpet. The chairs. Even most of the clothing are all a nice blue… and yellow. After a while this color palate became dull to me, except here. Somehow, Cinnamon made it work; and she has no clue how.

“Hm.” I pause at one of the many mirrors in the room and look myself over briefly. My shamrock green coat is neatly brushed out, running smoothly down my athletic body. I check the makeup around my magenta eyes and find it still sitting perfectly. My ivory white mane is neatly tied back with a single black stripe curving around the right side of my face. My suit fits snugly against my well toned earth pony body.

Unlike the other Stables, Eighty-eight has different types of stable suites. As an example, mine is a two piece. Tailored by the residents of Stable Eighty Eight, the top follows the curvature of my lower chest and comes up just below the valley of my bust. My pants mirror this design, sitting snugly above my flanks and curving in the front away from my belly button. All together this showcases my flat stomach and curvy waistline. Each piece was made to tease the fantasies of those who looked, bringing them close to my treasures without actually showing them.

I have often been told by Second or Third Class ponies that I was gorgeous! A sight to see! I apparently hold such a natural beauty that it practically radiated off of me. I did work hard to keep my figure well in shape, and life was nice enough to have given me a very mature body. Without even trying I was a nine out of ten, or so I’ve been told. Sadly, for those in First Class, I’m sadly a nine out of ten.

“WHOO!” I jump slightly when I hear my friend stumbling out in nothing but her creamy tan coat and disheveled dark brown mane. The first few times this happened, I would blush deeply and avoided looking at the mare when she was in the buff. Now, there was little the unicorn could do to embarrass me. “Lucky… y-you have got to ride that cock!”

Well… the little that could make me blush never failed.

“U-um, I don’t think I have the time...” I mutter as she wobbles towards me. I step back to try and avoid her, but she was somehow too quick for me and grabbed my wrist.

“You can be late for once in your life Lucky Lou! Right now, Steel Baton is waiting!” I nearly fall over when she drops that name. Heck, I probably should have!

Steel Baton is the second in command of the security force. He is one of the most sought after stallions in the Stable because of that. I have... admired him from afar and often dreamt of the stallion whisking me away to some happily ever after that I may have dreamt up when I was a little filly. In reality, I don’t think I’ve said more than ten words to the stallion. He’s never noticed me before, and I’ve always been too shy to say anything to him.

And now I have a chance to possibly say another ten words to him! My heart started trying to eject itself out of my chest as my palms began to sweat. I tried to gulp my fears away, but they just went down to my knees instead; making them shake. What should I say? Would he even consider me? What if he actually wanted to do… that? Could I do it? Would I do it? Would it be good? Would-

“Hey Steel, this that friend of mine I was talking about earlier! Lucky, this is Steel Baton. Steel, this is Lucky.” I made a small eep when Cinnamon suddenly pushed me forward into the nude stallion.

I had to tilt my head back to even look him in the eyes. He was well over a head taller than me. His steel coat was slightly slick with sweat from his previous activities, making his short black mane glisten as well. His face is rugged with strong prominent features while his body appeared to be made of nothing but muscle. His arms are nearly as big as my head and his pectorals look as if they’re going to rip right out of his coat.

Needless to say, I was immediately intimidated, taking a few steps back and folding my ears back. The few words I had ever said to him were over the intercom, so I had never actually met him before. This was the closest I had been to this stallion. And here he was, dressed in his birthday suit waiting for me to do or say something. I tried to take a glance down, but immediately brought my eyes back up when I saw the top of his grey pillar.

Of course this would be how I meet the stallion of my dreams. Just my luck helping me out again.

“So, what do ya’ think? She’s cute, huh?” Cinnamon teases, giving me another nudge forward. Steel cracked a smile and started to walk around my dazed form, eyeing me closely.

“I’ll be honest, I thought you were talking about your friend from the diner. You know… the First Class mare?” His voice is deep and came out slow and deliberate.

“I-I am First Class! S-see!” I quickly inform him, pointing to the large one embroidered in the side of my shoulder. Steel moved closer to look down at the number, but only frowned slightly in reseponse.

“Besides, Toffee is a cancerous whore from whore island! I’ve bet you’ve never been with a mare like Lucky before, have you big guy?” Cinnamon asks as she pushes him closer to me. At the word ‘big’ I chance another look down and nearly yelp at the sight of his rod swaying between his legs. The heat coming from my cheeks is boiling to the point where I’m about to start sweating!

“I dunno.” Steel mused as he reaches forward and cups one of my breast, giving it a light squeeze. At this point I’m pretty sure my entire coat was red! “She’s pretty flat.”

FLAT! I glance at my nude friend and eyeing her bust for a moment. Sorry for not having back breaking gozongas! I’ll just take my D’s and go back home then!

“And I tend to like a mare with more booty too.” I had to roll my eyes at that as well.

I guess not having any kids is a bad thing. Why do I even bother going to the fitness center four times a week? It’s starting to really seem like a waste of time now.

“Besides, I don’t think I’m getting back up anytime soon. Maybe another time. I’m going to use your shower before heading out Cin.” With that the stallion grabbed his clothes and went to the restroom, closing the door behind himself. Once he was gone I let out a frustrated sigh and flopped back onto the bed, utterly crushed by the few words the stallion had said.

“Sorry Lucky, I tried.” Cinnamon told me as she took a seat beside me, rubbing my leg comfortingly.

“Just once I’d like to meet a First Class stallion who didn’t grab my tits and just walk away! Just once!”

“What if I grabbed them? Would that be okay?” Cinnamon teases, making me glare at her for a moment. “Don’t be so moody-”

“I’m not moody-”

“Are too! And you know what?” She pauses for a moment, so I look back to her. Cinnamon simply smiles and positions herself to be sitting between my legs, making me blush again due to her nude and slightly sweaty form. “If I had a dick, I would totally grab your tits and not just walk away.”

“Thanks Cin, that means a lot.” I drone, rolling my eyes with a huff.

“I would totally grab a tit and some ass!” She gives me a slight slap on the flank and gives me a firm squeeze, making me jump and yelp.

“Cin!” I struggle to get her to stop, but quickly find myself trapped beneath the larger mare. “Let go of me!”

“I’m not letting go until you stop being so moody!” she demands as she snakes her other hand up my side to just below my rib cage.

“Cin! CIN! STOP, STOP!” I yelp as I begin to laugh hysterically. One of my fatal weaknesses is that I’m extremely ticklish, something Cinnamon found out quickly in our friendship and uses frequently against me.

“I want to see that smile! Smile dammit!” Cinnamon demands, moving to tickle me with both hands. The effect is immediate.

“Cin- CINNAMON SWIRL!” I hiss out between labored breaths as she assaults my sensitive areas, making me laugh uncontrollably. I try to escape by twisting from side to side and wiggling away from her fingers, but only managed to pull her on top of myself. With evil eyes and a large smile I lock my legs around the unicorn and roll over, putting myself on top of the mare. “GOT YA!”

“How do you always forget about this?” Cinnamon asks with a smirk of her horn lights up.

“That… is a good-EEP!” A wave of magic washes over me and forces me back onto the bed. Only this time, Cinnamon went about getting ready for the day as her magic tortured my non-magical body. Every sensitive spot is simultaneously affected, making me curl into a ball of tears and laughter. In the few minutes it took Cinnamon to take a quick shower, flirt with Steel Baton, dry off, and get dressed; I had gone nearly comatose from laughter. Apparently satisfied with the look on my face, she finally drops the spell and takes a seat beside me again.

“We still have a few minutes, coffee?” she asks me in a slightly condescending tone, getting a tired nod and several huffs from me. “Do I need to carry you?”

“No, *huff huff* no. I can… *huff* two seconds.” I was at least able to sit up while regaining my breath. But it still took me a moment to get my breath back to a manageable rhythm. Cin offers me her hands, which I take, and helps me up.

“Any chance you two could continue for just a little longer?” The both of us look over to Steel as he stands in the doorway, obviously mid enjoyment of our actions. I simply waggled a single finger at him before leaving the room, still giggling from earlier.

Walking through the steel halls of Stable Eighty Eight was always odd for me. On one part, I received many looks from the stallions around myself. Even some mares. It was a confidence builder. I know I’m attractive, but there is a problem with my attraction beyond the perverted stares. I rarely, if ever, turned the heads of any other First Class ponies. Unless I bumped into them or called them out specifically, I may as well have been a part of the walkway.

To the underclass, I’m an object to gaze at from afar. Like some kind of unattainable dream. To my peers, I may as well have been a mop bucket. Something you tried your best not to walk into. The few times I tried to explain this to the few acquaintances from the Second Class I had, they never understood.

You’re still beautiful! And even if they don’t look at you, so what? You still get all the benefits of being First Class!

Many didn’t understand the attraction part, but it was clear to me. To be a beautiful mare in First Class, you have to fulfill certain requirements. Or, more accurately, certain measurements. Cinnamon was as good as an example as any. She had a giant bust, impressive birthing hips, and a thick waist that -with the rest of her body- evened her figure out to the extreme ideals of what a mares body should be. On top of that, she wore a constant smile that couldn’t falter and had a fun, perky attitude. She was everything that the stallions of First Class wanted without even trying.

I tried my best to fulfill those ideals, even receiving help from Cinnamon. I wore clothes that helped accentuate my figure. At first I hated wearing them, but over time I grew accustomed to it. I worked out constantly to keep myself in near perfect shape. Since I wasn’t going to be the biggest, I figure I’d be the best. And since my best friend is as happy-go-lucky as one could be, I learned to be more positive.

I’m not perfect obviously. After lousy days I frequently binge on Fancy Lady Snacks and then hate myself for the poor self control. I’m constantly jealous of Cinnamon because of the simplest, and often dumbest things. And I knowingly contradict what I want far too often. One moment I want to be a strong, independent mare; the next I’m fawning over the fact that I wasn’t as ‘attractive’ as Cinnamon Swirl.

It wasn’t the attraction that bothered me though. There were those I did fancy strictly on appearance, like Steel Baton, but there’s something more I want beyond somepony finding me attractive.

I just want to be there. I’m tired of working my ass off just as much as those around me, if not more, and not getting the recognition I feel I deserve. I just want somepony who is suppose to be my peer to treat me like so. I am a First Class mare. The Third Class treats me like some kind of cross between a deity and a disease. The Second Class are usually too apprehensive around me. And the First Class barely recognize my existence! I don’t want to be put on a pedestal, but I don’t want to be ignored either.

I just want to be equal.

“*Sigh* only three hours to go.” The halls around the main gate were never exciting. The worse crime that occurs around these parts were the occasional group of teens that hide their drinking here. Nothing noteworthy really. I often scolded them for breaking the rules and send them to their rooms, after taking a beer for the road.

I’m not really all that fond of these patrol shifts. More often than not I would spend my six to eight hours walking the same route while twirling my baton around, trying to beat my previous record for number of spins (two hundred and fourteen). Most guards hate these shifts as well. They were the longest and often never had anything happen in them. I wasn’t a fan of them, but I take them as often as I can now.

It wasn’t that I necessarily wanted to work this hall, far from it. But, there was one perk that made working these long hours completely worthwhile.

“... so I told him to swing by and we’d have some fun-”

Them. Two First Class mares that often took this route on their way to… wherever they were heading. During one of the days I was actually assigned here I had accidentally bumped into the earth mare, and that was it. She was perfect in every way possible. Her laugh cured cancer, her smile melted ice, and her figure kept me up at night. The moment we locked eyes that fateful day, that was it.

I’ve never had feelings like this for a mare before. I’m by no means ugly; I often found myself in the company of the fairer sex. At first I simply blamed it on her position and physical appearance. She is a First Class mare, so obviously she was suppose to be very attractive. But, something different was happening to me.

I often find myself thinking back to the mare, wondering about various meaningless things. The first were the obvious perverted choices. But as time went on I started wondering about seemingly pointless things. What did she like to eat? Who did she like to listen to? Did she have hobbies, and if so, what were they? Did she play sports? Was she funny? Smart? Athletic? Did she even look at Second Class ponies? What was her opinion of the class system? Most mares didn’t approve of it, but she was First Class. All that I know for sure is that she worked in the Overstallions office and that her name is Lucky.

“He was pretty good though. Top five for sure.” I gulp when I round the corner and see the two of them walking towards me. I’ve never said a single word to the mare before, beyond the apology for bumping into her that one time. I came close once, but was stopped when my dick of a friend made an ass of himself by asking out her friend. Ever since then I’ve been convinced that I share a bit of the shame that came with his terrible pick up line.

“I bet he was. That thing was… scary.” They’re only a few feet away at this point and I can feel my nerve starting to waver. Even though I planned daily what to say- and how, in the moment it always escapes me. For me, she is too beautiful to approach. This was another odd sensation for me. I’m rarely nervous when speaking with mares. It didn’t make sense for her to be any different. But... she was. Oh boy, was she different.

Okay. Just play it cool. I don’t need to say anything special. Just a hi and maybe a compliment. A nice smile, stand tall, chest out, wings fluffed…

I took one last breath as I made the final steps to approach the two mares. Here we go.

“...”

What the shit! Talk you idiot! Say something! Anything!

“Er… Uh.. Baseball.” The two mares stopped and looked at me, waiting for some form of explanation.

“... baseball?” The cream-tan unicorn asks, looking for her friend for help. She merely shrugs and stares at me, waiting for more.

“S-sorry. I was… thinking to myself… about the… Eighty Eighters…”

“... Oh!” Lucky chuckles, crushing my optimism momentarily. “Sorry to say, but the Wall Whackers are gonna crush them!”

“Is that so?” I ask with a chuckle, my confidence rising slowly.

“It is so! Slugger has the best batting average in the Stable!” she tells me confidently, crossing her arms while smirking at me.

“Yeah, Slugger is good. But Left Hook is having the best pitching season of his career!” I try to match her confidence, crossing my arms like her. She laughs and shakes her head at me, making my pride soar. This is going well… should I push my luck? I’m doing pretty well so far…

“Well, as much as I’d like to prove you wrong, I have to get to work. Try not to cry when the Wall Whackers crush the Eighty Eighters.” She blows me a raspberry and winks before walking off, her friend giggling after her.

“I’ll try my best not cry from laughter when Hook strikes out your team!” I yell back to them, making Lucky laugh again. She glances back at me and I feel myself melt from that smile. I stand there in a daze as she walks away, my eyes glued to her confident, charming smile.

I did it! I said more than three words and didn’t completely screw it up! Heck, I practically had a whole conversation! That was amazing! She knows me now! …maybe not by name, but she knows of me! It’s a start. With a blissful smile I fall back against the wall, feeling a wave of relief and confidence wash over me. All of my previous feelings now seem to have grown significantly. I have a chance! Given, there’s yet to be anything to really latch onto as of yet, but it’s something! Just… something I’m a bit unsure of...

I really needs to stop thinking. My brain’s a bit of a downer.

Leaning against the wall, a faint noise catches my attention. It’s near silent at first. Had I not leaned against the wall, I wouldn’t have heard it. I move closer to the nearby door and press an ear against it, listening closely.

Is… is somepony rutting back there?

I press the switch by the door and step inside. This is the main entrance, nopony is supposed to be here except for maintenance and security, and that’s usually only for emergencies. I look around the room and spot the stallion in the technician room to the side. He’s shirtless and currently thrusting into something that’s out of sight. Sadly, I know this guy all too well.

Control Shift. A lanky white Second Class stallion with red hair that works as a computer engineer. I had the privilege of sharing a room with him during my post G.O.A.T. exams.

Once you had you Cutie Mark Party, you had to take courses and aptitude test to earn your position in the workplace. Something the egg heads that founded this place thought of. Just because you have a talent for fixing things or typing, doesn’t mean you’re the best at it. So, you have to test into your position. They vary from profession to profession. Guards have to study law as well as pass physical exams for example.

Control Shift was an apprentice for the head technician for the water talisman. Once the old geezer currently overseeing it passed on, he would move up in the maintenance track. He would still be second class, but it would put him that much closer to being First Class.

Which is why I’m confused as to why he’s here to begin with. Public sex is a serious crime and could damage his career greatly. He’s not normally somepony to break the rules either. What could have possibly posses him to do… this!?

“White wonder!” I yell out, making him yelp and fall back. I march up to the doorway and stand there, blocking them from running away. He quickly grabs some clothes to cover himself, but the mare in here continues to assume the position.

She’s a white mare as well, with short, black, cropped hair that resembles that of a boy more than a mare. She has a thin body and has a mark of a computer screen with a wrench in it. She looks… older. Early to mid forties maybe. She’s half standing there, half laying over an active computer station. Probably due to their previous actions. I look them both over for a second before I kick the clothes before me over, sighing as I see the stitched number on the overalls.

“Control, I thought you were better than that.” I mutter as I look down at him.

“This is consensual! R-right?” He asks the girl, getting her to nod quickly. “I-I can explain-”

“Please do Control, because it is not looking good right now.” He stands up awkwardly and holds the clothes against himself as he motions for me to step back. I roll my eyes and pull him out, being sure to shut the door I entered from.

“Alright, like I said, this is consensual. I want this, she wants this, nothing fishy happening here.” He tells me as he fumbles with his clothes.

“Control Shift, you couldn’t even open a jar of pickles. I highly doubt you have it in you to take advantage of a mare. Third Class or not.”

“R-right. Anyway. I was working late one night and she happened to walk in and started working on the terminal next to me. Next thing I know, we’re talking and laughing. She asks me, and I’m not lying here, she asks me if I’ve ever had a-”

“I don’t need those kind of details Control. Just get to the point.”

“But-”

“Shift!”

“But that’s really the only point there is to make! She… does things I didn’t even know you could do! Have you ever-”

“Control Shift, do I need to remind you that you are poised to become a First Class Citizen?” I cut him off sternly making him fold his ears in.

“N-no. I know that,” he says meekly.

“Then I don’t need to remind you that being First Class is more than just work. They’ll look into your social life as well!”

“I-I already took care of that! We made a copy of the camera video and loop it while we’re-”

“YOU WHAT!?” He goes silent when I explode. I double check to make sure nopony is nearby to hear the commotion. I grab him and pull him inside the maintenance room, shutting the door behind us. “Control, are you stupid or just that desperate!?”

“I-I-”

“I could arrest the two of you for tampering with Stable-Tech systems, public indecency, trespassing in a restricted area- did you even think about any of that!?” He fumbles with his words for a moment as he tries to think of what to say. I can see the devastation clearly written on his face. Normally, I would arrest the perps without a moments thought. But, he is one of my best friends. And I know we've done our fair share of stupid before. I begin to pace around as I try to think of a way out of this.

“What if you just… let us go?” I look back to Control Shift and stare at him, completely dumbfounded.

“Let you go? Just like that?” I ask for clarification. He nods and approaches me, grabbing my arm firmly as he starts to talk.

“Yeah. There isn’t any video feed of this area, won’t be for another hour. The only pony that knows that we’re in here is you! All you’d have to do is just walk away! I get my future back, I owe you the worlds biggest favor, everypony wins!”

“I think this goes past just a favor, Control.” He bites his lip and tries to think of something. I highly doubt that he’ll be able to come up with something that will cover this, but… it is his future…

“Name it. Whatever you want, it’s yours! Money? Food rations? Want to have a go at Hot Wire? I’m fairly certain she’d let you, given the circumstances-”

“No, Control Shift. Just… no.” I shake my head and rub my temples, giving my wings an uneasy flap. This goes against everything I trained for. If I’m caught, I’d lose everything. There is no coming back from something like this.

“What? Are you still fawning over that Lucky girl? The First Class mare?” I look over to him and give him a look, getting him to back off immediately.

“You know Lucky?” We both look over to the mare as she walks out of the small room, fully dressed in her work jumpsuit. “Green coat, white hair?”

“Yeah, you know her?” She folds her ears and looks away from me, thinking deeply about something. I look over to Control, but only get a shrug from him.

“If I could get you a meeting with her, would you let us go?” My eyebrow nearly break off when she offers this. This… this sounds too good to be true.

“How exactly would you do that? Do you know her?” I highly doubt she does though, she is a Third Class mare.

“I don’t know her personally, but I have connections. If you let us go, I’ll personally make sure she talks to you soon. Though, how far you get isn't really up to me.” She fidgets slightly when she says this. She’s… not lying, but there is something she’s holding out on me.

“How soon would you be able to get us together?” I ask cautiously.

“Reckless, what are you doing?” Control asks me slowly. “Think carefully about this-”

“Like how you thought carefully about this?” I ask quickly, getting him to shut up. “How are you going to do this?”

“I know… or, I can learn her schedules. Assuming she uses a computer in the Stable, I can learn anything you might want to know. From there, it’s simply being at the right place, at the right time.” I mull it over for a second, weighing my options-

“Deal.” Well that was quick. “You get me that schedule, you owe me a huge favor, and I look the other.”

“Deal.” They both say together, visibly relaxing.

“Also, you both stop doing this. If I find you two in here again-”

“It won’t happen again! I promise!” Control Shift tells me, moving to shake my hand. I stare at his hand for a second before he pulls it back. I don’t need whatever is on there on my hand. No thank you.

“Thank you so much for this! You have no idea how much this means to me.” Hot Wire tells me, smiling deeply to me. “I’ll have it on a holo-tape for you in a few days-”

“A few days!? Why is it going to take so long?” I demand.

“Because, I need to be sneaky about this. Unless you want everypony knowing you have a copy of Lucky’s schedule on your Pipbuck!” I go to argue, but nod to her logic. Definitely don’t want that happening. “Good. Then I think we’re done here. I’ll see you in a few days Reckless.”

“Right, just get out of here already.”

“Hot Wire, uhm… can we… uh… you know?” Control asks awkwardly, making me shake my head at him. Hot Wire laughs a bit at him and whispers something into his ear. I try my best not to listen, not wanting to know what they’re doing. “Hehehe, awesome. See ya Reckless-”

“Get dressed first.” I drone out.

“Oh… right. Thanks again.”

I stay at the diner for a few minutes to finish talking with Cinnamon before heading to my work area. I make my way carefully through the halls with my hands occupied by a warm beverage in each. I have my coffee; double shot of espresso with caramel and whipped cream, and then I have Dad’s; a simple black coffee. Though I do have two sugars and one cream in my pocket, just in case it’s a bad day.

My father, Swift Justice, is the Overstallion. He oversees all of the operations and is tasked with keeping both the peace and the prosperity of the Stable. It’s not an easy task to take on day after day, but he does his best. He’s the epitome of what a stallion should be in Stable Eighty Eight. He’s tall, works practically every possible moment he can, and is built like a freight train. Even in his old age he can still go toe to toe with the young bucks of the Stable. Something that I know he’s done from time to time.

From what I’ve learned he used to be a completely different stallion, according to the stories that is. He was a ruthless, cruel, evil stallion that used cut throat tactics to get into his position. Literally, depending on who you asked. If you even looked at him the wrong way he’d wallop you into the wall and demote you. Stallion or mare.

He had issues back then, for whatever reason. He would commit sexual assault on a nearly weekly basis, hit kids, and demanded total control over the everything in the Stable. He was nearly overthrown a few times by those around him. He was stabbed twice, shot three times, and even poisoned once! None of those attempts were successful though. He nearly declared martial law at one point, but then something happened. Something dramatic.

From what I’ve been able to pry from him, and learn from those around from then, I changed him. By the time my mother was pregnant with me he already had two sons, Ironclad and Bootstrap. Both of them are guards now. My mother died giving birth to me. I don’t think Dad even noticed or cared. It's hard to tell from the stories. Every time I ask about that he usually dodges the question.

Once she was declared dead, my dad was about to pass me off to somepony else. But, the doctor there had him hold me first. I guess something clicked in him in that moment. He says he saw everything he had ever done put on me. An innocent little filly being put through so much hate and neglect…

He’d never admit it, but the nurses swear he fell to the ground crying like a baby. He was devastated! He didn’t know what to do. So, he made a vow that day. He’d better himself to make the Stable a better place for his little filly. It was hard at first; old habits and all. He tells me that if a decision would come up, he’d think on how I would react to it. It’s hard to force yourself on mares when you’re thinking about your daughter.

I know he still has a way to go to make up for his past. He still has a few things to unlearn, a few things to learn, but I’m proud of him regardless. In Stable Eighty Eight, not many stallions would willingly change their ways, let alone for a filly. He gets a lot of flak for that. Plenty of stallions are still trying to pry him from power. Luckily for us, he’s still the toughest stallion in the vault.

“Please tell me you brought two sugars and a cream,” he grumbles from his desk as I walk in, running his hands though his pink mane and over his coal colored muzzle. I smile at my forethought and set his drink before him, pulling out the two additives as well.

“What happened this time?” I ask as I take a seat in front of his horse shoe desk and grab the nearby clipboard to take notes. He takes the sugars and creams and adds them to the coffee before stirring it slowly.

“The bill I was trying to get into the charter failed, again.” I frown at that as well. For the past three years he’s been trying to get a bill into the charter that would raise the age of consent from sixteen, to eighteen. He grumbles to himself as he rubs his hands over his face some more. He leans back in his seat and looks back to me evenly. “I swear every time I look at you you’re pants are lower and your top gets tighter.”

“Dad!” I gasp with a blush. “This is about your failed bill, not my attire!” I snap back at him, making him shake his head.

“Can you at least pull your pants up a bit? I’d rather not be able to… see things.” I roll my eye at that, knowing well enough that nothing is showing.

“Dad. Please. Can we focus on work?” He takes a drink from his coffee before motioning for me to continue. I take a look at the agenda and sift through it. “Right. We still need to allocate more hours for maintenance to fix the back up water talisman.”

“Is that thing still broken? Didn’t they fix that last month?” he asks bitterly, turning to look out the window to the atrium below.

“That was for the main water heating unit. This is the cleanser. They say it’s a simple fix and that we have the parts. The issue is that the part that needs fixing is near-”

“SWIFT!” I jump when somepony burst through the door suddenly. I jump up and back away as Stun Gun barges into the office with Steel Baton following close behind. He’s a burly unicorn stallion with an electric yellow coat and white hair. He stands just a few inches shorter than Dad. “What is this that I hear about you cutting hours from Security!?”

Stun Gun is the Chief of security, and my fathers main competitor. Back before I was born, the two of them were best friends. When I came along, and my father had changed his ways, he was not happy about it one bit. Though he throws a lot of that anger at him, he tends to throw it my way too. Never directly of course, but he has plenty of loyal cronies that are willing to do his dirty work for a pet on the head.

Stolen possessions, lewd comments, and plenty of rough passes are thrown my way by most of the higher ranking guards. There are a few that refuse to do it though, like Steel Baton, but they don’t stop the others either. I try to not tell my father about it too much though. I can handle them most of them time. Plus I don’t want him butting heads with Stun more than he needs to.

Dad stands up and glares at Stun Gun with the kind of death look one gets after their third shooting. He’s looking him through, over, under and all other kind of different ways. I just back up against the wall and wait for them to butt heads once again, having Steel join me. I can’t help but blush as thoughts from earlier come rushing to mind. He doesn’t seem to mind all too much though…

“Stun Gun, if you have a complaint you can submit-”

“Shove it Swift! Do you really think you can cut guard hours by a hundred and get away with it!?” He demands as he steps closer to Dad, poking his chest with a finger.

“I know I can if it means getting the water heaters and talisman fixed. And I suggest you put your finger away before you lose it.” He warns him, setting a hand on his sword. No matter what I say, he never goes anywhere without his officers sword. Dinner, work, shower; that sword will be at his side. It may as well be a part of him. Stun Gun eyes the sword for a second before backing up slightly, making Dad smirk.

“Ponies won’t stand for this-”

“Won’t stand for what? Hot showers and clean water? Do you even think before stomping around? Or is that all you’re good at these days?” Stun grits his teeth as he straightens out his posture, eyeing Dad as if he was trying to set him on fire. “Are we done?”

“...”

“Thought so. Now, get-”

“No, I’m not done.” Whoa, this is new. Normally he’d back off by this point. I glance over to Dad and watch him stare down Stun.

“Steel Baton, Lucky, step out of the room. I need to have… a word with Stun Gun.” Steel and I glance to each other before rushing out of the room, closing the door behind us. Even through the thick metal door I can still hear my father yelling at Stun.

“So…” I mutter as I step away from the door and take my seat at my desk. “You ready to be chief?”

“He won’t kill him… right?” he asks as he moves to sit on the edge of my desk. “Right?” I smile up to him before logging into my work computer.

“So, what kind of new policies would you be willing to enforce as Chief of security?” I ask jokingly, much to his bemusement. The yelling intensifies for a moment before it suddenly ends with the sound of furniture hitting the ground. A few moment go by before the door opens up and Stun Gun comes stumbling out. He’s got a nasty bruise on his right cheek as his uniform is tussled in various spots. I try to suppress a chuckle as he leans against the wall, trying to catch his breath.

“Um…”

“Go to the security office and wait for me there… NOW!” He snaps at Steel Baton, getting him to hurry out of the room. I try to focus on my computer, but find it impossible to do so with him just standing there. Something should be done… I guess.

“Would you like me to call first aid?” I ask, half serious and half joking. He glares down at me before rushing towards me. I try to get out of the way but he moved too fast for me. In one swift move he grabbed me by the neck and pinned me against the wall, choking me with his powerful hand.

“Listen here you little slut!” he hisses at me through gritted teeth as he holds me there. I try to break out of his hold, but he pins my other arm against my back. My other hand tries to find something to hit him with, but there’s nothing there to grab. “Don’t you dare ever talk down to me like that again! I am the head of security! You’re just some little tramp trying to get some cock.”

“F-fuck… you.” I rasp back at him, still searching for something to hit him with. He smiles at that, looking over my body for a moment.

“You know, the minute daddy is out of the picture, I might make you my personal fuck toy. I’m sure you’d enjoy being treated like a bitch in heat wouldn’t-”

WHACK

When my hand finally finds something I grab it and swing it across his face with all of my might. The lamp shatters and sends him reeling back, dropping me in the process. When my feet hit the ground I race over to my filing cabinet and grab the bat I keep above it. It’s signed by the famous Stable batter, Home Base. I turn around as he starts to stand as well. His nose is bleeding now and he has a few shards of glass embedded in his muzzle.

“Try that shit again and I’ll personally bash your head in with this bat, you little prick!” I warn him as I tighten my grip on the bat. He chuckles at that as he grabs his side arm, leaving it in the holster. “Go ahead, draw your pistol. Give my Dad a reason to skewer your ass.”

“Soon enough. Sleep tight, Lucky.” He removes his hand and slowly walks out of the room. When he shuts the door behind himself I drop the bat and fall back, leaning against the filing cabinet.

“How far did he get?” Dad asks as he enters the room, holding a cloth of ice against his head. I force myself up and take the bundle from him to take a look. “Lucky-”

“Just empty threats and some rough housing. Nothing he hasn’t done before.” I tell him, eyeing the bump on his head. “We should get this looked at.”

“Like hell I’m going to the doctor-”

“I bashed a lamp against his nose. Unless he wants to bleed everywhere, he’s going to the doctor as well.” I tell him, knowing full well about his pride. He smiles down at me and scruffs my mane, annoying me slightly. It took him awhile to learn how to treat a mare without being like Stun Gun, but I guess that’s why most of the other mares think of me as a tomboy then.

“That’s my girl. Gave him the one-two then huh?” He asks, mock jabbing at me. I laugh at that, letting him nudge me with each hit.

“Do you mind if I stay with you tonight?” His smile falters at that and he nods. He may be the Overstallion, but that doesn’t mean he can stop anything from happening.

“Of course.” I smile up to him as he sets his hands on my shoulders. “It’ll also give me a chance to check up on your fencing-”

“Dad-”

“Don’t sass me girly! You only busted his nose! Next time I want you to take his whole head off!”

With my shift finally over I drop my gear off and head home. On a normal day I would hang out with the guys at the diner, but tonight is different. I need to prep for my meeting with Lucky. I agreed to getting her schedule, but like always, I didn’t think it through! This is a totally new level of creepy. Before, it was simple infatuation. But now… now I don’t even know what to think!

Should I even go through with this? Should I just take the information and throw it away? Will I even get another chance like this? Even if I take every front entrance shift, what am I ever going to achieve? Will I really be content with just small talk? What if she found out? She would be creeped out beyond all belief! What if she reported me!? What if her father tied me to the ceiling and beat me with that sword of his!?

What if things go well and we fuck like it’s spring heat?

…

…

…

Okay, both are very good arguments.

So, at the very least I should get the information from that one mare. What was her name… um… white coat… small chest… um… er… shit. Well, I’m sure she’ll come around eventually. As long as she doesn’t want to get turned in that is.

Knock knock knock

I look up to my door and stare at it for a second. It’s still early in the day, nopony should be swinging by here. I go to the door and press the switch to open it, frowning when I see who’s there.

“Valve Switch, what are you doing here?” I ask as the maintenance mare stands before me. In my twenty years in this Stable, nopony has been able to get under my coat as easily as this mare right here. She’s annoying, stubborn, and stupidly hot. Her brass coat goes well with her rusty red hair and her form leaves little to be desired. She’s a Second Class citizen, like me. She pouts back to me, swaying back and forth before me.

“Well that’s a fine hello. And here I thought we’d have a nice little get together after a long day of work,” she feigns offense, stepping closer to me. I roll my eyes at that, knowing she doesn’t care.

“Look, I’m not in the mood today. What is it you want?” I ask bluntly, making her drop the act.

“Fine. A technician was supposed to help me with a repair today, but she never showed up. I want you to track her down and arrest her.” She tells me this as she forces her way into my room. I let out a sigh of annoyance and shut the door, knowing full well that she won’t leave until she gets what she wants.

“Valve-”

“This isn’t the first time this has happened either!” She tells me as she drops down onto the couch. “Once a week, for the past month she’s been disappearing on me! I want to know once and for all what she’s been up to! I’m going to get that little tramp if it’s the-”

“Valve.” I cut her off firmly, getting her attention. “Tell it to your supervisor. The pony who can actually do something about it.” She stares back at me for a second before standing up and undoing the zipper to her jumpsuit. It drops to the floor revealing her nude body.

FWOOSH

“But I can’t seduce that geezer like I can you.” I try to form a rebuttal, but my entire focus is on the two mounds slowly making their way towards me. I finally snap out of it when a cold sensation starts to form on the tips of my wings. Thank you steel ceilings.

“Valve, I’m not in the mood for that.” I tell her as I move around her, heading to the other side of the room. She chuckles as she follows after me, bringing her hands onto my shoulders.

“Recky, you know what I love about you pegasi? I know when you’re lying.” She snakes a hand around and starts fondling my member through my pants. I let out a sigh as I feel the arousal begin to build. I want to tell her off, that I don’t want this. But, there really is no reason not to. I mean, I’m not with Lucky yet. I have no commitment as of right now. She wants to do it, so why not?

“Digging up dirt on somepony will cost you.” I warn her as I turn around, sliding my hands to the curve of her back and pulling her in.

“I don’t have any plans until tomorrow,” she laughs. I begin to walk backwards towards the couch as she begins to fumble with my belt. I trip and fall back onto the couch, getting her to crawl onto my lap.

“So, who has you so worked up you’re going to spend the night with me?” I ask as I move my hands up to her chest, giving each mound a firm squeeze.

“Some Third Class bitch named Hot Wire.” I stop my movements and stare at her blankly, instantly recognizing the name. “She been ditching out on me and making me do extra work for the past three months now. It’s about time she learned her place. But enough about that, let’s focus on this.” I lose focus as she guides me into her warmth. Control Shift has been doing that for three months now? It can’t simply be chance. Something is going on between the two of them. “So, how do you want round one to go?”

Well… I guess it can wait till morning.

I make my way to the depths of the power station where I meet up with a few of the other Third Class mares. After we check to see if the coast is clear I nod to them.

“Everything is set. Tonight is the night ladies. Meet back here at midnight and we’ll get this show on the road.” They all smirk to me and rev their auto axes, making me smile. This is it. The end of oppression. Stable Eighty Eight, it’s time for a new Overmare to take charge.

I'm going to try and have every chapter end with the two of them leveling up. Though I already have their first few levels planned out, that is not to say I'm not open to suggestions. I tries to get the bottom parts to level out properly, but... I don't know. If you have a suggestion, I'm all ears.

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Brony on!