Chapter 148

The sound of stones scraping steel echoed across the Riverfield, its undulating landscape illuminated under a full moon. I released the handle of the shovel I’d just stabbed into the pile of dirt I made, and I turned around and bent down to grab two of the corpses by the ankles to toss them into the mass grave like a pair of full garbage bags.

Once they were all nestled into the pit, I grabbed the shovel and began scooping the dirt on top of them.

Not far away, a group of enamored young women --all except Sunset, who’d been ‘pressured’ to opt out for the night-- stood in silence, admiring the perceived grace and power of each and every one of my movements.

Eventually, Rarity brought a closed hand to her mouth and cleared her throat rather intrusively. “Ahem, er… are any of you going to look at Pinkie Pie’s outfit?”

One by one, the other’s snapped out of their daze and turned to look at the party girl, whose luscious, pink curves had been stuffed into the tight, shiny black material of her very own mistress suit. Like the others, it featured the pointed collar and deep V-neck, her plump, pink cleavage nearly popping out of that low-cut valley. On her hips were three balloons--one yellow, two blue. Down each of her arms was baby blue pinstripe.

“What do y’all think, homies!?” Pinkie squealed, throwing her hands into the air to present herself, her baby blue eyes sparkling with excitement through that dark mask.

“Um… oh!” Fluttershy cooed, pausing for a moment to glance back at me once more. “I, um… I like it.”

“Yeah, you look totally awesome, Pinkie Pie,” Rainbow Dash agreed.

“Ya sure do,” Applejack added, tipping her hat back with her thumb. “Except… hey, Rarity? D’ya think ya got that top tight enough? Her titties ain’t quite touchin her chin yet.”

Brows furrowed, Rarity glanced at that pink bust and then looked back at Applejack. “What ever do you mean, Applejack? I think they look splendid!”

“Yeah!” Pinkie interjected, striking a rather amateurish-looking stance. “I could use them as some sort of attack mode,” she continued, speaking in a deep voice to sound like the Mortal Kombat announcer. “A sexyyyy victory!”

Rainbow Dash chuckled at the joke, and the girls’ attention slowly returned to me to watch dreamily as I tossed scoop after scoop of dirt onto a pile of dead bodies. Moments passed in silence, save for the sound of soil being scooped and thrown; it was Twilight who finally spoke, after glancing down at the pair of phones she held in her hands.

“Oh… Pinkie Pie, it looks like the app is finished uploading on your phone,” she said, turning to approach the party girl. “OK, so this is the application that connects us when we are suited up. It also allows us to interface with various security and surveillance systems throughout the city.”

“Ooooh! Sounds fancy!” Pinkie giggled, leaning down to see the screen more closely.

Sighing at the lack of attention her latest outfit had received, Rarity approached the other girls and stood next to Fluttershy to take her hand and join in watching me bury the bodies.

Applejack drew a breath and folded her arms. “Golly, I… didn’t know diggin a hole could look so good.”

“It’s fucking hot,” Fluttershy added, staring like a catatonic person.

“Indeed.” Rarity swallowed.

Rainbow Dash was watching as well, but remained silent as she tapped her chin with her thumb.

I could practically feel their eyes burning into me from behind, and I sighed as I slapped the loose dirt with the back of the shovel to pack it down. Then I stabbed the tool into the undisturbed grass next to the grave, dusting my hands off as I turned to approach the group. I stopped though, when I noticed how intently they were staring at me, aside from Pinkie and Twilight, who were busy talking over the app.

“Why don’t you guys take a picture? It’ll last longer.”

Fluttershy, Rarity and Applejack quickly drew their phones and did exactly that.

I just rolled my eyes and walked through them to fetch my jacket, which I had set aside to keep it from getting dirty.

“Ooh! Let me help you with that, darling.” Rarity approached quickly and snatched the coat from my hands to put it on me. “There we go,” she said as she smoothed the shoulders out, followed by the back. “Oh dear, you’ve got some dirt on your pants, my love. Here, let me get it for you.” The fashionista brushed her hands down my backside to knock the alleged filth away; the slaps got harder and harder, however, to the point where she was practically spanking me, ending with a hard slap to my left glute that remained planted and slowly became a tight squeeze.

I turned to look at Rarity, only to find her biting her lip as she dug her nails into my ass. “You, uh… need to stop.”

Her eyes shot up to meet mine suddenly, staring vacantly for a moment before forcing an awkward smile. “Of course, I was just… er…”

“Molestin him?” Applejack finished for her.

Rarity scowled at the farm girl. “Certainly not! I was just… cleaning him off,” she replied, giving a few more gentle pats to my rear.

“I’d like to clean him off too,” Fluttershy confessed, licking her lips as she stared me up and down. “With my mouth… right after he pulls out of you, Rare.”

“Ugh! Jeez!” Rainbow Dash quickly turned and marched off toward Twilight and Pinkie.

“Um… too much?” the shy girl asked, watching her friend walk away.

“Eh… yeah. Maybe a little bit,” AJ answered, adjusting her hat nervously. “Yikes.”

Rarity placed her hand on my shoulder. “So sorry, darling, but you must understand: these feelings your power is causing are rather difficult to suppress. It’s very easy to let our guard down and let something lewd slip out, like if I were to, out of nowhere, say it would be sublime if you took me behind that bush over there, tore my pants off and stuck that wonderful cock up my--“

I raised a hand to stop her. “Just… seriously.” I stepped away to stand alone in the dead grass left over from the previous year, taking a moment to myself by drawing my phone to check for messages.

In the meantime, Twilight was bringing Pinkie Pie up to speed on the app.

“Right, so you see here?” the lavender girl said, holding the phone so Pinkie could see it. “You actually have access to nearly every security camera in the city--most private servers are unavailable unless I tap into them manually, which we do on a case-by-case basis.

“Through this app, you actually have the ability to select any camera by scrolling through the list, or you can even split-screen up to four cameras at once if you need to see more than one place at a time. Not only that, you can disable any camera you like, or you can pause the footage, loop it, garble it, play it backwards, or… you can… have him pin you against the wall and… pump you full of semen.”

Pinkie narrowed her eyes and leaned closer to the screen. “What? Where does it say that?”

Twilight cleared her throat and looked around the group, her cheeks darkening when she realised everyone was looking at her. “Sorry… everyone, I… I-I’m a little distracted tonight. I’m beginning to see why Sunset decided to sit this one out.”

Rarity smacked her lips. “She… did not handle it well.”

“I’m actually feeling kinda funny too!” Pinkie squawked, twisting her body around inside that tight suit. “It’s like my poontang has its own heartbeat, and it feel really warm, too! Look!” she said as she grabbed Twilight’s hand and cupped it over her crotch.

“AAH! PINKIE, I…” Twilight gasped before pausing suddenly, brows furrowed. “Oh my gosh, that is warm.”

Shaking my head, I stuffed my phone into my pocket having heard the entire exchange. Looks like tonight’s not gonna be very productive, I thought as I turned to face the girls. On my way around, however, I caught a glimpse of Rainbow Dash, standing still, biting her lip as she stared intently at my lower extremities.

I paused, surprised by this, prompting her eyes to come up to meet mine, realising she’d been caught.

“Fuck, man; you too!?”

Dash sneered, folding her arms. “No!” she replied defensively. “I was just… thinking about something.”

“Would that somethin have anythin ta do with smashin gash? Heh heh!”

“Hey, shut-up, AJ!” Dash snapped, flipping the bird at Applejack, who laughed some more.

I raised my hands to stop them. “OK, look. I know you guys are having a tough time with the... energy, or whatever it is, but we’ve gotta get serious. We’re not out here to goof around; we’re here to train. This isn’t a game. When our plan to take out the Ministry is ready, we[/i[ need to be up to snuff or it’s not gonna work.”

Applejack nodded and clapped her hands, rubbing them together. “Golds is right. We gotta get this show on the road!” she announced as she tilted her hat and marched towards me. “Alright, Pinkie Pie, this is how ya fight. Now watch closely: I’m gonna attack Golds, with a left hook, like this.” The farm girl demonstrated by raising a fist and slowly thrust it toward me. “Now, he’s gonna counter it,” she continued, glancing back at Pinkie. “Like this.”

Applejack reached out with her other hand to take my arm by the wrist, and then she proceeded to place my hand on her left breast.

“Now ya see? He’s stopped me from gettin any closer.”

Sighing with frustration, I let my head fall back to look into the sky.

AJ raised a finger at Pinkie. “So here’s whatcha do: you go in quick and hold ‘em so he can’t move.” She reached out, cupped her hand over my crotch and groped my manhood, which I couldn’t fucking believe.

I jerked to the side, pulling out of her grasp.

“Ah, now ya see? He’s parried the attack, so what yer gonna do now is take his arm,” --which she did-- “and get yerself close, so he can’t swing at ya.” Taking my hand from her breast, AJ held my arm and spun herself in close, coming up against me with her back. “Now whatcha gotta do is grind. Just grind.”

Applejack did just that, grinding her backside against my junk, while Rainbow Dash covered her face and groaned.

“Alright, ENOUGH!” I barked, shoving the farm girl away. “Goddammit, AJ! What the fuck was that!? Who the hell grinds on someone’s dick during a fight?”

Now several feet away, Applejack turned slowly and tapped her fingers together, looking rather sheepish about herself. “I… I dunno…”

“You--“ I stopped to shake my head, my eyes downcast. “I literally just said we need to get serious, and the first thing you do is come at me with that nonsense?”

Applejack sighed, rubbing her brow. “I’m sorry, sugarcube, it’s just… UGH!” She shook her fists suddenly. “IF I DON’T GET ME SOME PECKER REAL SOON I’MMA START PUNCHIN THROATS!”

Exasperated, I took a moment to rub my face with both hands in an attempt to relieve he tension. Then, after a sigh, I raised one hand. “Ok… just calm down, AJ. Now look, I know this is hard for all of you, but I need you guys to stay focused, OK? We need Pinks to be ready in time or the takedown, and not only that, I am really not in the mood to be gang-raped by you guys right now. It has been a very long day.” I gestured to the freshly-covered grave. “I had these assholes show up at my work, trying to kill innocent people--my boss included. And it wasn’t just him that was there; your friend Flash was there too. You guys do realise that if I wasn’t there he’d probably be dead right now, right?”

The girls were surprised by this news.

“Wait, Flash Sentry was there!?” Rainbow Dash exclaimed, eyes wide.

“My word,” Rarity said, covering her mouth with her fingertips. “What was he doing there?”

“Picking his car up. Lucky for him, I was there.”

The girls took a moment glance around at one another, after which Twilight faced me again.

“Sorry, Golds. We weren’t trying to be disruptive, or… uh, rapey, I guess. Is that a word? I-I’m sorry, it’s just… this feeling we’re having is really… really distracting.”

“Yeah. And havin wet britches ain’t helpin neither.”

“It’s doesn’t matter!” Rainbow Dash burst out suddenly, pointing at the others. “I’m not into all this shit, and if you guys are gonna try and start some weird gangbang shit, I’m outta here!”

I nodded and pointed at the rainbow-haired girl. “Yes! Thank you,” I said, facing the other girls. “See? You guys are making Dashie uncomfortable; me and her aren’t like that, so you’re making this whole thing kind of weird for her.”

“Exactly.” Dash said, folding her arms.

Sighing, Rarity’s arms fell to her sides. “Alright, darling. We’ll try our very best to behave.”

I gave a little bow with my head. “Thank you. Now let’s get started.” The girls parted as I approached Pinkie, rubbing my hands together while taking a moment to look her over. Then my eyes stopped at the little black pouches on her lap. “I see Rare made the additions that I requested to your suit; that’s good. Can you guess what those are for?”

The party-girl looked down at them for a moment, then back at me. “Is iiiiiiiit… to carry bus fare?”

I stared at her for a moment and then sighed. “Uh, no. I don’t foresee a time when you’ll be taking the bus while in suit. I’ll give you a hint: it has something to do with your magic.”

“Ummmm…” She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, they her eyes suddenly lit up. “OOH! Are they to keep oats in!?”

I stood still, mouth agape. “Oats…” I muttered incredulously, to which Pinkie threw her hands in the air.

“Well I don’t know! I give up!”

Frustrated, I took a step closer, holding one hand out and chopping my palm with the other to emphasise my words. “They’re to hold weapons, Pinks! I need you to pick something that you can fill them with; something small, that you can hold a lot of. Then you have a ready supply of things you can charge with your magic --however that works-- and you’ll basically have a plentiful stock of what are essentially hand grenades.”

Pinkie’s eyes widened with excitement at the idea. “Ooh! That’s a great idea! What if… what I filled them with candy?”

I cringed a bit. “Uh… preferably not, cuz if you eat them all then you’ll be unarmed.”

“Hmm…” Pinkie rubbed her chin, looking very serious. “You know me well, Goldie-Woldie.” Then her face lit up again. “Ooh! This is so cool! It’s just like X-Men; you’re like Professor Xavier, and we’re all like the X-Men, but with titties, and you’re teaching us all how to control our powers and use them to their fullest, just like in X-Men! WE’RE THE X-MEN!”

Raised my hands to wave her off, shaking my head. “No, Pinks; this is nothing like X-Men. Not even remotely similar. Now I was thinking: you could maybe keep a deck of cards in those pouches; you could carry lots of them, and they’d probably get some pretty good distance if you learn to throw them good.”

Pinkie gasped and reached up to grab two fistfuls of curly, pink hair, gritting her teeth. “What!” That’s exactly like X-Men!”

“What?” I sneered.

“She kinda has a point, Golds,” Dash interjected. “Throwing exploding cards is literally identical to what Gambit does. And my speed thing is pretty much like Quicksilver. And Rarity did the Wolverine claws…”

Gasping, Pinkie looked over at Rarity. “Rare-Bear! You have Wolverine claws!? Let me see!”

“Oh yeah,” I muttered, rubbing my chin while the fashionista held her hands up and summoned the blue claws, making Pinkie giggle with glee. “Jeez, is there anything out there that hasn’t already been done?”

“I dunno, man,” Dash shrugged. “Nothing’s really original anymore.”

I placed my hands on my hips and looked at the rainbow-haired girl for a moment, nodding. “Hm. And let me guess, the ‘Us’ base was probably in a game or something, right?” I asked, gesturing into the air.

She shrugged again. “Could be; I dunno.”

I shook my head and faced Pinkie again. “Ok, well, anyway… give it some thought, Pinks; you don’t have to make a decision tonight. Remember, it has to be something you can carry lots of, and it should be easy to throw with at least some accuracy.”

Pinkie placed a finger to her temple. “Not to self: do good.” Then she grinned and gave me a thumbs-up.

I snorted and shook my head, glancing over at Rarity and Fluttershy, both of whom looked rather embarrassed about the mockery their friend was making of her first training session. After a deep breath, I faced the party-girl again. “OK, Pinks, let’s get started on some hand-to-hand.”

***

A fair slice of time passed, and surprisingly, Pinkie had progressed quite well.

Oh who am I kidding? Things were going terribly.

Pinkie was standing in the tall, dried grass several feet from the group, swinging her hips back and forth, their shape accentuated by the tight material. Her fists were raised, and she was stirring them around in a circular motion. “Ooh! Mm! Ah! Yeah!”

I sighed noisily. “Pinks… what the hell are you doing?”

“Cabbage patch!”

“Why.”

“Cuz you told me to!”

I shook my head rapidly, caught off-guard by this nonsense. “What!? I never once told you to cabbage patch!”

She stopped suddenly, her sky blue eyes shining in the moonlight, their playfulness contrasting powerfully against that dark mask. “You didn’t?”

I marched toward her, hands raised. “How would that be helpful in a fight? Come on, Pinks; it’s been over a half hour and we haven’t done a single thing yet.”

She raised a finger. “Not true; we’re well on our way to inventing a new martial art: dance fighting!”

I spun around to face the others with my hand on my forehead. “God, I liked her better when she was depressed!”

Applejack was shaking her head, standing with her arms crossed. “Yeah, she was purty much like this in high school too--don’t know how she ever graduated, ta tell ya the truth.”

Rainbow Dash nodded in agreement. “Totally. I haven’t seen her act like crazy in years.” She faced the party girl, holding her hands out. “Pinkie! You gotta pay attention and be serious! Golds is trying to teach you some awesome shit--and it’s pretty bad when I’m the one having to tell you that.”

Pinkie responded with a jolly giggle. “Yeah, what the heck, Dashie! You used to be all about the goofing off!”

“This isn’t time for goofing off though, darling,” Rarity interjected.

“That’s right,” Twilight added. “What’s Golds is teaching you requires serious commitment. His training isn’t a game; it’s a lot of work, and at times very intense. If you can’t listen and focus to what he’s showing you, then this is gonna be a long and difficult process.”

“Actually it’s gonna be super easy, barely an inconvenience!” Pinkie stated, rather matter-of-factly.

Looking up at the moon, I drew a deep breath and reached up to rub the back of my neck. While I appreciated the girls’ help, I was beginning to wonder if Pinkie was going to be teachable. It wouldn’t have been the first time I’ve run into someone like this--well, maybe not exactly like this.

AJ approached and removed her hat to scratch her head thoughtfully. “I’m sorry about her, sugarcube. I didn’t expect her ta act like this.”

Dash stood on the other side of me, arms folded. “She’s kind of being a pain in the ass. Hey AJ, remember how Principal Celestia used to get the teachers to talk about things that would keep Pinkie’s attention, like using cupcakes in their word problems and stuff like that?”

Applejack put her hat on and pointed at Dash. “Hey, yeah! Mr. Cranky fuckin hated havin ta do that.” She turned to me with a tap on the arm. “That’s what ya gotta do, Golds: ya gotta teach her in a way that’ll get her interested; ya gotta make it fun fer her or she won’t be inta it.”

I closed my eyes and huffed. “I am NOT teaching her to fight while cabbage patching.”

“Not like that,” Dash said. “Just… take what you gotta teach her and… just, I dunno, blend it together with shit she likes.”

I shook my head and rubbed my brow. How the fuck do I do that? I thought, trying to think of something Pinkie liked that I could use to capture her interest. Then I paused abruptly, looking off across the field.

“Hey… Pinks,” I called, stepping over to the party-girl.

“Hey, Goldie-Woldie!” she replied quickly, swinging her hips back and forth.

I stopped a couple paces ahead of her, folding my hands behind my back. “Kick me.”

Rainbow Dash shook her head and Applejack groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Ugh… that ain’t gonna work, sugarcube. Yer basically doin the same thing.”

I kept my eyes on Pinkie, ignoring the advice coming from behind. “I said, kick me.”

Pinkie brought a finger to her chin, narrowing her eyes. “Hmmm…” Then out of nowhere, she kicked my shin. “YA!”

I stepped closer, looking down my nose at her. “What was that? An exhibition?” I brought a finger up to tap my temple. “We need… emotional content. Try it again.” I stepped back and waited.

After a moment’s pause, Pinkie raised her hands into the air --along with one knee-- and she stood there, balancing on one foot.

“What are you doing?”

“Crane kick. It’s super effective, right?”

This was good. She was on the right track, but not quite there yet. “Oh sure, it’s super effective against morons who run face-first at you. But what about people like me, who can do this?”

Without warning, I lunged at Pinkie and knocked her onto her back. The other girls gasped at this, but they remained silent and watched.

Lying in the dried grass, she looked up at me, surprised, as I stood over her.

“I said emotional content, not silliness.”

She was still for a moment, and then, out of nowhere to anyone but me, she scrunched her face and thrust her foot upward to kick me in the stomach--which had no effect, of course. I looked down at myself, and then back at Pinkie before offering my hand to her. She took it, and I brought her to her feet once again.

“How did that feel to you?” I asked, stepping forward, which made her retreat a step.

Pinkie furrowed her brows and looked down at the ground, rubbing her chin.

I reached out and bopped her forehead with the heel of my hand. “Don’t think!” I barked, Feeeeeeel…” I turned and put my hand to my cheek point into the sky, looking down my index finger like it was the barrel of a gun. “It is like a finger, pointing away to the moon.” I looked back at Pinkie and gave her boop on the nose, drawing her attention from my hand as I gestured to the starry night sky. “Don’t concentrate on the finger, or you will miss aaaallllll that heavenly glory.”

The party-girl’s eyes began to widen, and she drew a long, deep breath of excitement; by then, it was obvious that she’d figured out what I was doing. “’Enter the Dragon’…” she whispered with a wondrous smile plastered across her face.

“But more importantly, Bruce Lee.” I hooked my fingers together behind my back and took a few thoughtful steps from Pinkie before stopping to look back at her. “Probably the only man I ever respected as a fighter… who wasn’t trained by me. The speed, the power; he was as close to superhuman as anyone ever got. Truly an amazing accomplishment.”

“Oh yeah, the guy was totally awesome,” Dash agreed.

I pointed at the athlete. “And his philosophies weren’t that much different from mine, at least when it came to the mindset of battle.” I turned to face Rarity and Fluttershy next, snapping my fingers and then raising my hand to stir it around in the air.

The gesture quickly got their attention, and they quickly darted away in opposite directions, circling the group with a silent swiftness.

I turned back to Pinkie and slowly swept my hand in front of her face, making her eyes follow my fingertips as they slid by. “It’s an unacting acting, or an acting unacting… you see?”

Pinkie’s eyes darted back and forth. “Uhh…”

“Heh! Lost you have I?” I took a step back and raised a finger. “What you need is a combination of both. Natural instinct and control; you must combine the two in harmony. If you stray to either extreme, you become either unscientific, or you become too mechanical--no longer a human being. You need a successful combination of both: not pure naturalness or unnaturalness. The ideal is unnatural naturalness, or natural unnaturalness.”

I paused for a moment to let that sink in through all those pink curls, to which Pinkie replied: “Uh… could you repeat that?”

I brought my fists up and clenched them tightly, shaking them before her. “You’ve got to train. You’ve got to keep your reflexes, so that when you want it, it’s there,” --I snapped my fingers when I said this-- “and when you want to move, you’re moving. You become one with the idea of ‘you think… it is.’

“Empty your mind; be formless, shapeless--like water. If you put water into a cup, what happens?” I paused for a moment to hear a response, which turned out to be a simple shrug. “It becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle; you put it into a teapot, it becomes the teapot. You see?”

Pinkie tilted her head to the side, pursing her lips as she contemplated this. “It adapts to its surroundings, which means I should too, right?”

I nodded. “Yes. Running water never goes stale, so you gotta just keep on flowing, but most importantly, water can flow…”

When I said this, Rarity and Fluttershy came seemingly out of nowhere and surrounded Pinkie, swiping and kicking at her without ever touching her, but coming close enough that the party-girl could feel the breeze from their fists and feet. She shrunk into herself, surprised by the attack, but before she knew it, they were gone as quickly as they came. Pinkie looked at me, her eyes wide with befuddlement as I continued.

“Or it can crash.”

The girls shot out of the darkness again, this time striking the party-girl, one across the back of her knees and one across her shoulders, causing her to flip head-over-heels in mid air before landing face-down in the dead grass. She quickly rolled over to find me standing over her, hands behind my back.

I bent down to face her more closely, smirking. “Be water, my friend.”

Applejack chuckled suddenly, shaking her head and slamming her right fist into her left palm. “Dang it, I just love hearin this shit.”

I stood and glanced over my shoulder at her. “It’s not really my shit, to be fair, but it’s a hundred percent demonstrably true. I should know, I’ve been living it for centuries. Mr. Lee was one of the few who got it, aside from myself.”

Facing Pinkie again, I reached down to offer her my hand. “Ready for more?”

She stared at my hand for a moment, then her eyes met mine as a resolute grin found itself on her lips and she reached up to take my hand to be brought to her feet.

*****

Not long after sunrise, Fluttershy’s front door opened and the seven of us stepped inside, our lively chatter and laughter filling the room as we entered. We were met by Link, who was sitting in the center of the floor, waiting patiently for our return.

“Ooh!” Rarity approached him and dropped to her knees, pressing her lips to the cat’s forehead while she tousled his shaggy jowls. “Look at you, you beautiful sweetheart!” she swooned, drawing a deep purr from the animal while some of the others made their way to the couch, and others to the counter or to the back room to use the facilities.

“That was an awesome training session,” Dash said, sitting back on the couch and aiming the remote at the TV.

“It sure was,” Applejack agreed, sitting next to the rainbow-haired girl. “Once Golds finally got Pinkie Pie under control, anyway.”

“I say, darling,” Rarity said as she stood to approach Fluttershy, who was at the sink filling Link’s water dish. “Would it be easiest to simply have the weekend dinner here, since we’re all here already?”

“Of course,” Fluttershy replied, bending down to set the bowl on the floor by the end of the table. “Everyone’s welcome to stick around for the day.”

“Makes sense ta me,” AJ said over the back of the couch. “No sense leavin just ta come back again.”

“Yeah, as long as everyone can keep their pants on,” Dash warned.

Everyone paused at the remark, and then, one by one, their eyes all moved onto me. I was by the door still, hanging my jacket up while suddenly feeling quite nervous about being stared at like a piece of meat.

Rarity sighed and waved Dash off. “Oh, darling! We’ll be fine; the effect is noticeable, but I for one am getting used to it. I’m sure all of us will be in complete control, so there is no need to worry.”

“Oh yeah?” Dash challenged, lowering her voice as she pointed to the hall that led to the bathroom. “You really think Twilight had to go to the washroom that bad?” she queried, after noting how quickly the lavender darted out of sight when we entered the house.

After a short silence to contemplate what this might have meant, Pinkie was the one ot break the silence. “Dashie… are you saying you think Twilight went back there to flick her bean?”

“Well, obviously! Why wouldn’ty I think that-- GAH!” Dash turned away from the party-girl suddenly, raising her hands to block the view. “Come on, Pinkie! Jeez!”

“What?” Pinkie shrugged, her hand shoved down her own pants.

“At least Twilight had the decency to go do that alone!”

Pinkie glanced down at herself, and then, with a roll of her eyes, sighed and pulled her hand from her pants, putting her finger in her mouth to lick it off.

“Well…” Rarity was tapping her fingertips together. “I suppose… we all deal with it a little differently; there’s no need to make fun of anyone over it.”

“I’m not making fun,” Dash replied. “I’m just pointing out that it’s proooobably not the best idea to have all of us cooped up in this little house with Golds with all these… uhh, feelings going on.”

Fluttershy, who was leaning on the table to watch Link lap water from his dish, spoke up. “Um… well, actually, I was thinking: since it’s so early still, and dinner won’t be until later afternoon, that gives us all day to, um… let Goldie look after us--you know, one at a--“

I waved my hands to stop her. “Whoa whoa, wait, w-w-w-wait, Flutters. First of all, I don’t think I’ve got enough gas to fill all your tanks, if you catch my meaning. And also, you guys need to understand that what you’re feeling isn’t real. None of you actually want to fuck me; it’s just a product of… magic, or whatever it is, and I don’t feel right about taking advantage of you all because of that.”

“I dunno, sugarcube. It feels purty real ta me.”

“Yeah, and besides,” Pinkie added, “isn’t this basically the same thing that happens to Sunset all the time? And you’ve been feeding her the mushroom soup for months now! Aren’t you being a bit inconsistent here?”

I shook my head. “No, cuz when she first told me about it, I didn’t do anything with her. We had an understanding about it. The problem was that we ended up stuck in a car together for like two months straight, and she could only hold out for so long.”

Dash turned around and aimed a finger at me. “See, now that I can respect! The fact that you won’t take advantage of us when we’re clearly under this weird influence shows that you’re a classy dude --surprisingly-- and to me it means that you actually care about us, and not just our pussies.”

“Our sticky toffee pussies?” Pinkie added with a giggle.

I cocked my head, hands raised. “I appreciate that, Dashie, but to be honest, if this happened on another day and I was in a different mood, I might be game for it; but after what happened yesterday with those guys attacking the shop, I’m just a little… I dunno.”

Just then, Twilight emerged from the hallway, looking slightly more content than the other girls. She stopped suddenly, however, when all eyes fell on her.

“Uh… hey. What’re you guys talking about?” she asked innocently.

“Nothing, darling,” Rarity assured her. “We were simply discussing what to do about our… er, sexual appetites, if that’s what you’d like to call it.”

“Ah,” Twilight said, after a pause. “Right.”

“Look,” I sighed, rubbing behind my ear. “Why don’t I just go?”

The girls looked surprised by this.

“Oh, no-no, darling. That won’t be necessary,” Rarity said, approaching me with a somewhat hurt expression.

“Well, I was just thinking,“ I explained, ”if what you guys have is like Sunny’s, then it should go away if I put some distance between me and you guys. I could go hang out at the shop or something, that way you guys can enjoy yourselves without having to go through the torture of… you know, like--”

“Having a throbbing wet pussy that yearns to be filled with hard cock?” the fashionista blurted suddenly, slapping her hands over her mouth afterward.

“Uh, yeah. That.”

“Ugh…” Applejack shook her head. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, sugarcube,” she said, waving me over. “Come on and have a seat with us and we’ll watch a movie er somethin. We’ll be fine. We were fine out in the field all night; we’ll be fine here too.”

“Yes.” Rarity smiled. “Have a seat and relax, darling. The last twenty-four hours have been taxing on you; why not enjoy a movie with us, and Fluttershy and I will make a lovely breakfast for you? Sound good?”

I drew a deep breath and then nodded. “Alright. Thanks, rare.” I leaned down and gave her a kiss, then she headed for the counter while I made my way to the couch. I sat at the far end, next to AJ, looking down at the other three girls--four if you counted Twilight, who, seconds later, sat between Rainbow Dash and Pinkie.

“OK, let’s see what’s on,” Dash said, aiming the remote at the TV to flip through the channels.

We sat in somewhat awkward silence as the images and sounds flickered by, feeling the tension build between us as the girls’ bodies radiated unnatural levels of heat, their musky yet inviting scents filling the air.

Only a few moments had past when Pinkie leapt from the couch, throwing her fists in the air. “RUSH ‘IM!”

*****

Sighing, Sonata Dusk watched despondently as she watched the end credits roll across the TV screen. She looked down to the end of Rarity’s couch, spying the remote sitting on the armrest, just out of reach.

After a deep breath to brace herself, she leaned over to reach for the device. He body tensed up suddenly, however, when that frustratingly familiar pain fired through her side, dull, deep and intense. After a brief hesitation, she grimaced and stretched for the remote, forcing herself to endure the pain so she could have the freedom to find something new to watch.

After a successful retrieval, Sonata straightened up and sighed, letting her head fall back to stare at the ceiling while she waited for the pain to fade. Sweetie Belle had been there to look after her earlier that morning, but Sonata had encouraged her to go out with her friends, insisting that she would be fine by herself for a few hours.

She was now beginning to realise this was a mistake.

The siren rubbed her side for a moment and then exhaled noisily, raising the remote to search the movie menu.

Then she heard a noise. It sounded like the front door unlocking.

Sonata hit the mute button, listening closely as the sound of Rarity’s front door opening drifted down the hall. “Who’s there?”

“It’s me,” a familiar male voice replied, making Sonata scowl with confusion.

“Gold boy?”

“No, Gold man.”

After kicking my boots off, I made my way down the hall to Rarity’s front room, pausing when I found Sonata sitting in the middle of the couch with the TV remote in her hand.

“Hey.”

“Uh… hey?” she replied.

“Mind if I hang out with you?”

Sonata raised a brow. “With me? … I guess so, if you want.”

I nodded quietly and then made my way to the couch to sit next to the siren, watching her continue to scroll through the menu.

“So… where is everybody?” she asked.

“At Flutters… for the Saturday thing.”

“Oh, yeah.” She nodded. Then she looked at me again. “Howcome you’re not there?”

“They, uh… tried to gang rape me--well, except for Dashie.”

“Yeah, Dashie’s pretty cool.”

I turned my head slowly to look over at her. “Is that all you have to say about that?”

“About what?”

“Being raped by the Rainbooms.”

She lowered the remote and looked back at me, furrowing her brows. “Hm. That is kind of weird. Why would they do that?”

I shrugged, knowing I couldn’t tell her the truth since she wasn’t privy to the whole immortal thing. “I dunno. Something in the water I guess--or maybe it’s the right time in their cycles.”

“Maybe. So you came here to get away from them?”

“Yeah--well, more so cuz I needed a safe space.”

“Oh, heh.” Sonata chuckled softly, facing the TV again. “Well you don’t have to worry about that here; I won’t try to bang you. It’s been like three days since I’ve showered --or is it four? I can’t remember-- but anyway, yeah. I’m not exactly fresh downstairs, if you know what I mean. It’d be like pulling apart a day-old grilled cheese or something.”

I crinkled my nose at the image. “Nasty. Thanks.”

She continued to search the menu in silence while I watched.

“Is Rare’s sister here?” I asked.

“Nah. I told her to go out and have some fun.”

“Oh…” I glanced at her and nodded. “That’s cool.”

Eventually, she picked out something to watch. The two of us sat contently, watching the film, making the occasional small talk between interesting scenes. About a half hour in, Sonata has become engrossed in the story and was rather quiet; I, however, found it rather uninteresting, and so my mind began to wander.

Grilled cheese… Jesus, that’s gross. I sighed, letting my head flop to one side. For the first time since the attack at the shop, I was starting to feel relaxed, and some of my perspectives were beginning to change with respect to some recent events--the girls’ behaviour in particular. I can’t believe ALL of them were all riled up just like Sunny. What a clusterfuck. Although… I wonder what would’ve happened if I actually stayed behind.

Curiosity began to flood my thoughts as I explored the possibilities further. How would that even work? Would I go back to Flutters’ room with them one at a time? Would I even be able to cum that many times in a row? What if it happened with all them at once? Like in the front room on the couch…

A light fluttering made itself known in my midsection when the images started flowing through my mind. What if… they all got naked and sat back on the couch and put their legs up over their heads? It’d be like a smorgasbord of pussy--wet pussies that have been horny all damn night. I could just start at one end and sink my dick into each one; maybe fuck her until she cums then move on to the next. What order would they be in? Twilight first? Then AJ? Then Pinks, then Rare and Flutters...

I cocked my head brows furrowed. What about Dashie? Would she do it? Would the magic be strong enough that she would give in or would be just leave? Dammit, now I’m curious. Not just about that, but what would it feel like to bottom out in all of their pussies one after the other; would I be able to feel a difference between them? Like in tightness, wetness, temperature, texture… fuck! Imagine if Sunny came back and I poked all seven of them in a row like a fucking pogo stick bouncing along…

My manhood began to stiffen the more I thought of this. What if I went from one to the other for like… thirty seconds each? How long would I last? Who would get filled with my load while the others watched, wishing it was them getting it?

I turned to study Sonata. Ever since she’d mentioned her hygiene situation, it was easy to notice the gleam on oils on the bridge of her nose and across her forehead, not to mention the dark, stringy greasiness of her hair. Plus there was a hint of body odour coming from her, which had become noticeable from this close a proximity from her.

WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE!? I thought, facing the TV again, biting my lip. “What was I thinking coming here? I could be at Flutters’ right now, having a massive fuck fest with a bunch of horny, sexy women, but nooooo! I had to be all moralistic and triggered by those thugs from yesterday, and now I’m sitting here with this greasy fuck watching a shitty movie.”

“Are you OK?” Sonata asked, snapping me out of my rant.

“Huh?”

“You seem a bit fidgety.”

I drew a breath, rubbing the back of my neck. “Um… well, to tell you the thruth, I’m not really sure why I came here, instead of… uh--”

“Having a gang bang with a bunch of hot chicks?” she finished.

I let my hand fall to my thigh with a dull slap. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“I was kinda wondering that myself,” the siren confessed. “You’re kinda weird sometimes.”

“Well… it was kind of overwhelming in the heat of the moment,” I defended. “I had some things on my mind and I just… I wasn’t… I dunno.” I huffed and ran my fingers through my hair, looking down at the floor. Then, after a moment of chewing my lip as I ruminated on my options, I quickly stood and turned to look back at the siren. “I’m gonna go back.”

Sonata was taken aback. “Really?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “I mean, how often does a guy get the chance to fuck a room full of beautiful young women? I feel like I’ll be kicking myself later if I don’t do this.”

She looked down at the floor, her face blank. “Huh… yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Exactly,” I replied, turning to head for the front door.

“Wait--OW!”

I stopped to look over my shoulder at the siren, whose left arm was outstretched, with her right arm clutching her side. A painful grimace marked her face.

“Don’t go.”

I furrowed my brow at her, caught off-guard by the request.

“Please?”

“Something wrong?” I asked, turning to face her with my whole body.

She withdrew her left hand and chewed her fingernail, looking to reluctant to speak. “It’s hard… being alone, having to look after myself.”

“I thought you said you told Sweetie Belle to go because you’d be OK?”

She sighed. “I thought I would be. But it hurts to move around--a lot more than I thought it would.”

Sighing, I glanced toward the front door again, and then back at Sonata. The desperate look on her face caused a pang of guilt to run through me, and it suddenly became very difficult to want to abandon her to go get my rocks off with a bunch of magically-crazed women. Not only that, but --and I hadn’t admitted this to anyone-- I had gained a tremendous amount of respect for the siren when she defended the young trio against her own sisters, putting what could have been her very life on the line to do so.

She was a brave a hero as any I’d seen in my time; I couldn’t leave her behind like this.

“Alright,” I sighed, putting my hands in my pockets as I glanced over at the TV. “I’ll stay.”

A smile appeared on her face. “Thanks, Gold b--um, Golds.”

I forced a smile in return. “No problem.”

“Sorry about keeping you from… you know. I’m sure they’ll try to rape you again sometime.”

I chuckled, looking down at the floor and a scuffed my toes against the carpet. “Thanks. Yeah, fingers crossed, eh?”

She snickered back, but then her eyes went back to the TV. “We don’t have to watch this if you don’t wanna; I can tell you’re not really into it.”

I drew a breath and held it, glancing once again at the screen. “Uh… yeah, I mean, we can watch it if you want.”

“Nah.” Sonata lifted the remote and turned the TV off. Then she tossed the device aside, looking at me again.

I cleared my throat, not knowing what to do or say next. “So, uh… what’s the plan then?”

She looked down at herself. “Well, like I said, I haven’t showered in, like, for-EVER; I should probably have a shower and change my bandages before it gets infected or something.”

I nodded, looking to Rarity’s big chair for a place to sit while I waited. “OK.”

“Could you, um, help?”

I looked at the siren again, my face going blank. She was looking up at me somewhat sheepishly. “Help? How? Can’t you do it yourself?”

She shook her head. “I need help getting undressed. It hurts too much to do it myself.”

I felt a little swirl of tension down in the pit of my stomach, and my eyes darted back and forth nervously.

“Please?” She shrugged innocently.

I sighed and rubbed my face. “Alright, alright. I’ll give you a hand. Hey, if you’re gonna keep me from the girls, at least seeing you naked will kinda make up for it, right?”

She rolled her eyes. “I guess--just don’t get any funny ideas,” she replied, reaching out with both hands. “Here, hang on to me, but don’t pull; I have to lift myself up or I’ll hurt.”

“K,” I said as I stepped closer to take her hands.

Once in Rarity’s bathroom, I closed the door behind me and then turned to face her.

“Here,” she grimaced, lifting her arms above her head, the left one hesitating slightly.

I approached her to take the hem of her shirt with my fingertips and I lifted it upward, slipping it over her head, causing her to grunt slightly when I jostled her arm a bit.

“Sorry,” I said, dropping her shirt on the floor.

She was wearing no bra under that shirt, and with it now removed, her breasts stood bare before me. They were more petite than some of the other girls’, but they were quite perky; carrying a subtle crescent shape that came to a point at her nipples--one of which was pierced with a silver barbell. They were soft and shaded in a slightly darker than the rest of her, but also laced with a slightly pink hue.

They jiggled rather sweetly when Sonata took a step back and twisted herself to look down at the bandage that was taped to her side. Gritting her teeth, she picked at the corner with her fingernail until she was able to get a hold of it and slowly peel it away, revealing a two inch wound, held together by a row of stitches.

My brows furrowed as I watched her inspect the wound for a moment. “How does it feel?”

“It’s a lot better than it was,” she sighed, “but it still hurts quite a bit when I move.” She stood straight again and looked at me, her nipples having gone erect in the cold air. “OK,” she said, reaching out with her hands to place them on my shoulders. “Pants.”

I nodded and, feeling a bit self conscious on her behalf, slipped my thumbs inside the pyjamas she was wearing and pushed them down past her hips, panties and all before letting them fall to the floor on their own.

Sonata cleared her throat as she stepped out of them with one foot and then kicked them against the wall with the other. She then turned and lifted a foot to step into the tub, shamelessly revealing her little blue butt to me in the process, which, to be honest, was cute as a button.

In the tub, she stood and waited as I dropped to my knees to turn the faucet on. While I positioned my hand under the tap to test the temperature, my eyes wandered over to the siren’s shins; I lingered there for a moment, noticing the remnants of a large bruise just below her knee that I presumed was a result of the fight, but then I let my sights travel upward, following her smooth thighs to her abdomen, at the center of which was a cute little cleft created by a pair of chubby, blue lips. Above that was a dark blue patch of hair, trimmed into a neat landing strip similar to Rarity’s, only wider.

My eyes continued upwards, tracing her slender figure until I reached her breasts, watching them point forward like a pair of soft spears, one of them decorated by that shiny metal piercing.

That was when I noticed she was watching me.

I quickly looked down at the faucet again. “Sorry.”

“It’s OK.”

I removed my hand from the stream and shook it off. “That should be good,” I said as I pulled the knob to turn the shower head on. As soon as I did, though, there was a burst of icy water that sprayed the unprepared siren’s bare skin, making her flinch violently and tense up.

“AAH! COLD!”

“Sorry again.”