Silent Hill banged her hooves on the weak and ancient study, forcing it to wobble on it's loose legs. Unbearable, swirling thoughts and quandaries pricked her head with hot needles. A young, anxious mare stood before her, shaking quietly at their random, terrifying outburst. What could she say. What could they do but slowly shuffle away avoiding eye-contact.

"No- wait-! I just- I just need time to study one of these animals in their natural habitat. I can't do it anywhere in town because it's not a controlled environment. I just need a fucking breakthrough right now. And I'm- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get mad. I'll make it up to you later." Silent explained, leaving her chair and not daring to do more damage than she'd already established.

Before leaving, her eyes followed that cute, little librarian. And when she remembered the idea of making it up to her, Silent snickered at her own gutterbrain. It drew a squeak from that timid, hoof-biting mare that couldn't take her eyes off. They both knew why. Everypony, at some point or another, defaulted to wanting to try new things. And when everypony else had enough testosterone to bar fight every hour of the day, a lithe and damaged little mare from out of town piqued her bored, little lips. She knew how fillies worked. And that filly was no different than the others: in love till she woke up the next morning. Both parted ways, one with their head held high in pride and the other in timid humility.

Silent Hill would have a formula for the perfect pacification pheromones and nopony would stop her from doing so. She remembered the various types of bonds equines had with animals. And though she didn't understand where she came in uniquely, Silent exacerbated her mental processes trying to isolate her winning variable. While perusing the various texts on her desk, she recounted what she'd learned about elementary chemistry and biology. Pheromones attracted. Sexually. Neurologically. It lead to communication and...

Connection.

That was it. She finally had the answer. Her eureka, though so atomically explosive, rapidly fell by her waist side. Where could anypony find a zoologist. Where could anypony like that be found in the wasteland. Just as her thoughts clustered, she bumped into somepony else. A familiar, western dialect graced her ewrs and forced them upright. Even in pain where most mare's hated, she only rubbed her rear and avoided eye-contact. What could she do. What could she say. Anypony nearby could spread rumors and ruin her access to mercantile services five towns over. Before her swirling thoughts consumed her entirely, Silent let loose a harsh, heavy sigh. Across her seated tush lay Apfel grinning in pleasant surprise. He wore that same, glinting grin that caught her eyes and warmed her thighs. While he dusted himself off, he used his forehooves to sweep her off her hooves and stand her up again.

"We gotta stop meetin' like this." Apfel joked, giving her red-kissed cheeks another, healthy dose of red.

"As if... we have to stop anything from happening." She replied, rubbing her own cheeks and hurriedly scampering away.

Oh Luna. She did it again. Another piece of the puzzle to her strange bodily symptoms and more embarrassment. Why was it that Apfel made her feel when nopony else did nearly the same thing. Even when he barely did anything with her, the attraction was clear as glass polished hours on end. So what was missing. A return of affection. By Luna. Did Apfel even feel remotely the same. Whirling storms of variables spun her head dizzy. She barely knew him. And he barely knew how or who Silent Hill really was. She trotted feverishly toward a gap in the archive walls, sliding through an irregular, circular gap in the wallpaper. It hadn't occurred to her that circular entrances weren't naturally occurring geometries, unless...

Inside that cramped, shadowed space was a strange, aquamarine glow. And inspecting it further revealed it's source to be some displaced terminal. Yet, even in such an odd area, it still happened to work, even neighboring a potato light circuit. She flipped it on and froze in her figurative tracks. To the left of her froze, wide-eyed expression was a canine beast frothing at the mouth. It had the same type of mange and torn, leathery skin as that bugbear from the last incident. It's long, blur violet tongue lolled about and slopped against her pale cheeks. Silent grit her teeth and looked away, fighting to hold her breath in. Before she could shut her eyes, a viscous wash of heat struck her loins. Silent groaned beneath her breath when she felt it lap away at her honeypot. She should've been horribly disgusted, but, her molester brushed all her right spots. Their thick, reaching mouth muscle had a film of spit that tingled between her folds. And she bit her hoof, unable to tell herself to move. She really wanted it to mount her.

"F-fuck me. Is this why that bear didn't cut me open. He wanted to have me instead...?" She grunted, staring back in panic.

His front paws were on her ribs. Shit. She bit her lip when the feral beast pushed inside her. Tensing everywhere, she felt her breath sucked away by it's dense, stretching cock. Her mate had a slick, pre-lubricated member that came in a comfortable, flat tip. And that forced a sharp squeak from her scrunching lips. All she could do was groan and cover her face while all her needs were satisfied by a random animal. She couldn't even move because it pinned her against the dusty flooring. An urge to grate her throat shot into her body and out her gaping maw. Squishing, firm claps assaulted her insides, forcing Silent to bite her lip and breathe. It hurt at first. It was licking away at her burning insides with precum. Warm, sticky precum coated the narrow walls of her honeypot. It drove her crazy. Before she could even think of bracing her body for some sort of climax, rich, lukewarm spunk shot up her body. Silent Hill gave a soft, wincing cry as she lost control of her legs and seized wildly, melting under her first orgasm.

She felt it take some part of her between it's jagged teeth and hold it for leverage. Something lithe and numb that she hadn't noticed at her ribs before. The canine held her... wings in it's mouth and clapped against her to it's heart's content. When she realized she was soaking wet where it came inside, she shivered and clung to the terminal, groaning and cursing at how good it was. How good it felt to have her body shot into over and over.

It growled a low, primal noise, before entering her other place. A harsh squeal struck the air as she shut her eyes. Silent Hill tensed her back and shoved her rear up, letting it's knot shove in and claim her ass. By the time she was used for a fourth load, Silent shook all over and enjoyed the tingling life coating her intestines. Another few thrusts and she was packed full of canine seed. She gasped hotly and let her breath tickle the canine's snout. When it licked inside her mouth and made her maw sloppy with spit, she enjoyed returning the favor. Soon, her mate fell asleep, having rested atop her. Silent Hill felt limp and tired, relishing their sexual fallout.

That was when she realized the terminal had information gathered by something called the... Grand Pegaus Enclave. It was a scouting journal. The first entry detailed a nearby place called Saint's Fall, where metaequines known as 'Clonelestias' were dipping ponies in a genetically modified virus strain. In absolute disbelief, she glanced back at the canine that'd just made her their's. It had hooved hindlegs.

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