I walked carefully but quickly along the thick fabric of the envelope, headed towards the curve near the nose. My companions kept pace, ready to engage the attacker, yet still not too sure what that attacker would be like. It was frightening, more so with the wind and rain washing over the gently curving surface that we knew led to an immense screaming drop if we went too far down the slope.

"I see something," James told us. Being tallest, it wasn't surprising he'd see what awaited before the rest of us. "Oh yeah. it's just ahead."

"I see it now," Mia added. "Gross."

A little further, and I could see it as well. The thing looked like an apple fritter with tentacles and wiry black hair. I saw eyes here and there in the blobby, misshapen brown mess. Huge, fleshy sacs expanded from the body here and there like balloons, inflating and deflating as if they were part of the overall balance and steering of the bizarre creature. It looked as if it may have been part dirigible itself. Size wise, it was immense, and had covered a good portion of the upper forward portion of the ship with repugnant tentacles.

"It looks like a giant, hairy rotten sweet potato," I said, wrinkling my muzzle in distaste.

"Or a floating turd with tentacles," Tumblewords suggested.

The enormous creature howled again, making bizarre thrashing movements that were disturbingly familiar, although I didn't immediately realize what was going on.

"I think it's fucking our ship," James said blandly.

"No kidding," I agreed, looking at the torn parts of the fabric flapping in the high winds where the clawed tentacles had ripped in. "It's fucking our ship all up."

"No, I mean it's literally trying to mate with our ship," James said, more insistently. "Look. It's like... humping us. And stuff."

The more I stared, the more I felt he was right. The monster hadn't attacked us at all; it had apparently fallen into lust for the Pride of Equestria and was now energetically raping the front end of the gas envelope without a care in the world.

It bellowed and thrust again, almost knocking me off my hooves. "I've had rough sex before, but this is ridiculous!" I squawked, scrambling for purchase on the wet fabric beneath me.

"We have to get it off," Tumblewords said. "Or we're going to break up into little pieces and go for a really long swim."

"Get it off?" Mia said thoughtfully, her eyes unfocused.

"Should we shoot it? That might scare it off," I suggested.

Tumblewords shook his head. "Look how big it is. It'll barely notice a bullet. I imagine at best we'll merely make it angry and get trashed even worse."

"It's banging the ship," Mia said, looking at the beast. "It's bet it's got a penis or something jammed inside."

"So we shoot it in the dick?" I asked.

"Well, if you want to make it REALLY angry," James said with a wince, touching his crotch. "I imagine that would really put this thing out of sorts, and it would probably be more angry than afraid. I mean, that's how I would be if someone shot me in the ding-dong with a peashooter. Pissed off."

"Uh, I've got an idea," Mia said quietly, or as quietly as she could while still being heard over the wind, which was bothersome even with the storm-wards. "It's probably a bad one, though."

"We're all ears," Tumblewords encouraged. "I'm fresh out of ideas "

"Okay then, like, you know how some males can get aggressive when they're horny?" Mia said. "And yet they become really relaxed once they've had an orgasm."

"Uh, yeah? I don't really see where you're going with this," I said, cocking my head to the side.

"Well he's trashing our ship trying to get off. Maybe if he got off, he'd leave us alone."

"So we just wait and hope he nuts soon?" James asked sarcastically.

"Well, I was thinking, maybe someone could, like, help him along. Like a farmer helping out a breeding animal."

"Like reach up in there and jerk him off?" James said, even more sarcastically.
"Actually, yeah."

"Don't look at me, I'm an Earth pony," Tumblewords said quickly, even though nobody had even glanced his way. "I think something insane like that could only be done safely with magic."

All eyes then turned on me. Caught completely off guard, I wilted immediately. "Wh-what? That's... Hey, that's a t-terrible idea!" I stammered. "I'm not helping this vile beast get off!"

"Even if we all die because you refuse?" Mia asked.

"That's not fair!" I protested. "You can't be serious!"

"I'm afraid it is that serious," Tumblewords said. "The monster is getting more aggressive. If we don't do something quickly, this vessel will be torn apart. Do you have a better idea?"

I looked around, and my ears drooped as I realized I had nothing else to offer. "No. Oh my gosh. I'm actually going to have do do this, aren't I?"

"I would do it, but I don't have magic," Mia told me, holding her arms out in a gesture of helplessness. "I don't think we want to get so close that we actually touch it physically. I'm sorry, Boss. I'd do it for you if I could."

I knew she was telling the truth. I sighed resignedly. "Okay, okay. Show me the organ and I'll... I'll do what I need to do."

A minute or so later I was laying on the envelope with my head poking down into a tattered hole. Mia, James, and Tumblewords hung onto my legs and tail, keeping me from plunging down into emptiness and certain death. I supposed if I did fall the tether might catch me at some point, but I was unwilling to test that theory if I didn't have to.

"I don't see- Oh wait, I think that's it," I called out, peering into the gloomy interior of the ship. A shadowy, giant squirming object waved about beneath me, not quite reaching the first gas cell.

"Can you, uh, take care of it?" James asked.

"Hold on." Taking a deep breath and gritting my teeth, I reached out towards the eager phallus, but my magic fell short.

"It's just barely too far," I shouted back. "I can't reach it from here. We're gonna have to get closer."

"Closer to that thing?" Mia exclaimed incredulously somewhere behind my butt. "But it could attack us!"

"If we don't, it will take the ship down anyway," James pointed out. "It's already getting frustrated, I think."

He was right. Seemingly irritated by our ship's lack of response to its enthusiastic thrusting, the monster had begun shrieking more frequently, accompanied with flying impacts from the waving tentacles. I guess nobody likes a cold fish fuck partner.

The monster clobbered the ship, and I jostled unpleasantly down in the hole, very aware of how tiny the catwalks below looked while I hung over them with nothing in between. "Uh, guys? Can you get me out of here now? Please?"

"Ah, sorry," Mia called out. "Pull her up, guys!"

I slid backwards rapidly out of the tear, my companions helping me back onto my hooves. Then we scurried along the spine of the gas envelope, coming terrifyingly close to the ghastly looking clawed tentacles of the creature clinging to our ship. The noises it made here were deafening, and I was overwhelmed with horror at the sight and smell of the otherworldly beast. Strange, glowing lights glowed from patches of exposed flesh, gas-filled sacs expanded and contracted, and thick tufts of hair reinforced my guess that it was a mammal of some kind. Fortunately, it was either unaware if our presence or just having too much fun ravaging our ship to bother us. Either way I was thankful for not being crushed to death or swatted off into emptiness.

We came to rest at a gaping hole in the ship's skin right underneath the creature's base, completely within reach of the tentacles swaying overhead, which had done some serious damage to the outer fabric layer nearby.

"We are so gonna die," Mia whispered. "Oh my gosh. I'm starting to wish I hadn't come up with this idea."

"No, I'm positive we'll be fine," I lied in the most reassuring voice I could manage, while I fought to keep control of my bladder. "It's too busy to notice us."

It was indeed busy, thrusting against the taut framework repeatedly, the joints and beams protesting with awful cracking noises.

I crouched down and peeped my nose gingerly over the next hole, seeing the ugly, shadowy thing swaying dimly some feet below.

"Shit! Duck!" Mia shouted suddenly. I flattened my ears, hearing a whistling sound over my head, along with a tearing noise.

"What happened?" I asked, cowering on my stomach and looking behind me.

"Tentacle came close," James replied.

"Oh fuck, it took out my tether line!" Mia said.

"Oh crap, mine too," I added, pulling the frayed end towards my face.

"It took out everyone's except mine," James said.

"Crap. Someone hold me, please?" I requested. "I want to get this over with."

Hands and hooves held my legs and my tail again as I crawled slowly forward, hanging my head and upper body down into the hole. It was another straight drop to the bottom, hundreds of feet away. If anyone slipped and I fell, I would be smashed to a bloody pulp. My pathetic cushioning spells would barely even slow me down from terminal velocity before my bones shattered. I heard once that dying from a fall isn't immediate. A pony who splatters on impact may be dead, but it takes awhile to die, and you get to enjoy every last second as your twisted, misaligned organs try to function and your muscles spasm, dragging your screaming nerves over your sharp, fractured bones.

"Don't let go!" I stretched further in, trying to reach the nasty phallus flailing around below. It was just barely outside the range of my telekinesis.

"It's still too far down!" I called out. "Pull me back. We need to do something else."

"Okay, here goes." A hard tug, and then I was back on my hooves.

"But we can't get any closer," Mia said as I sat down on my haunches next to the hole.

"James still has a tether line," my stupid mouth suggested, betraying me. "We could put it on my belt, and you guys could lower me into the hole so I can get closer." Why was my mouth doing this to me? I needed to put a hoof in it or something. It was the most horrifying idea yet.

"Worth a try," Tumblewords said. "What's the worst that could happen?"
I didn't even dignify that with a response.

I held my breath as they fooled around with James's rope, but the knots had swollen from the rain, and it refused to untie. Tugging at his belt proved equally fruitless, the rope had slid up against it and both refused to come off.

"Well that's just fantastic. Should we cut it?" James suggested, then patted his pockets. "Uh, I left my knife in my backpack I think. Can I borrow one?"

We all stared at each other.

"You mean nobody brought a damn knife?" Mia finally asked. "Not that I can say much. I didn't either."

"Kind of excusable for you, given what you're wearing, though," James said, looking at her panties and bra.

"What now?" I asked. "I can try magic, but it's awful close to-"

"Save it for the dick. I can hold you," James offered. "I hold you, we get lowered in together on my tether line."

"Will it hold this much weight?" I asked nervously.

"It should hold you both," Tumblewords confirmed. "Should be able to hold even more, that's pretty strong stuff."

"As long as a tentacle doesn't fwap it," Mia added.

"O-okay," I agreed, trying not to think about the possibility of fwap. "Either I fall to my death here, or we all drown together, right?"

"Or get clubbed when Slappy finally decides to whack us one," James said, sitting near the hole and shifting his tether line around to the front. He did something with the belt on his pants, weaving it through the other belt around his waist. "Extra support," he said, tugging the ends out. "Come here."

I glanced at the tentacles waving all around us, and shuddered. "Here we go, then." I carefully scooted into his lap, facing him and wrapping my rear legs around his waist.
James took the ends of his cargo pants belt and put it through my useless tether belt, locking us together to a degree. I didn't want to test that connection, either. Hell, I didn't want to do this at all, but at least I could latch onto James while I went to pieces from terror.

Tumblewords carefully made some knots in the one good tether line. "So we can pull you guys back up," he declared. "Getting slippery out here."

All too quickly we were ready. James wrapped his arms around me, under my own forelegs, and pulled me up against his bare chest. I nervously waggled my hooves behind his back.

"Don't let me fall," I begged him. "Oh gosh, this is terrifying."

"As if. You're not that heavy. If you fall, we both fall," he replied. "I'm not ever letting go of you, I promise."

"Neither one of you better fall," Mia scolded us angrily. "I swear if you two leave me here alone, I, I'll-"

"Okay," I interrupted her. "Please don't finish that sentence. We'll be back."

"You'd better be." She gave us both a quick peck on the heads, and then we were carefully sliding over the edge, trying to gradually lower our mass onto the disconcertingly thin tether rope. Tumblewords took most of the weight from above, being an Earth pony and immensely strong. I hoped he wouldn't punch through the outer layer of the ship, but apparently the fabric was more sturdy than it looked, and he lay down in an awkward position to try to distribute the weight. It was nerve-wracking, but it seemed to work.

"Literally hanging by a thread," James observed as we slowly floated down.

"Please don't say that," I begged, my heart hammered in my chest. We clung to each other, dangling over a drop that seemed to go on forever. "Oh jeez, it's so damn far down," I whimpered, shivering. "James? Baby, I'm scared out of my mind."

"Just concentrate on what you've got to to," he told me, nuzzling my ear. "I've got you. We'll be okay."

I focused on his voice, and peered down into the dim twilight of the gas envelope, looking for the alien dingus again. Oh, there it was. The grotesque sight made me shudder. "Eew."

The member in question was huge and loathsome. It had to be at least thirty or forty feet long, and probably four or five feet wide. I guess, based on the overall size of the monster in question, it wasn't so big, but hanging from the top of the airship and staring down at the pulsing horror below me made everything seem so very much worse.

"I don't even know where to begin," I finally admitted.

"Haven't you done anything like this before?"

"I mean, I've given horn jobs, but to stallions. On that thing?" I stared down at the unpleasantness beneath us, trying to figure out what my plan of attack should be. "I've no clue."

"Just imagine it's my dick. I mean, you know how to suck and squeeze on that."

"O-okay." I tried, but I just couldn't find any mental correlation between James's nice human penis, and the churning, greasy shaft below us. Finally I just decided to experiment. I reluctantly extended my telekinetic field towards the thing, and a glowing band appeared around the giant cock. I tried squeezing a bit.

The response was immediate. "Fwee?" the creature bellowed, freezing in place.

"That's right," I mumbled. "Feels good, huh big fella?" I began sliding the ring up and down, using long strokes.

"Frrrroooo!" It sounded like approval, so I kept going, running up and down over bulbs and fronds and strange sticky protrusions.

It was altogether the most disgusting tug job I've ever given in my entire life. The thing squirmed around like a greased eel, and I wrinkled my muzzle and did my best to keep it entertained while keeping my lunch down at the same time.

"Eris, you need to tighten up, your grip is getting weak," James warned. "I can see it from here."

"Ugh! Is he never gonna cum?" I growled. Magic may look easy, but I was concentrating hard, and the sustained yanking on that ridiculous shaft was exhausting me.

The monster wriggled irritably, shaking the ship.

"Babe! Focus! Use the long strokes!" James hissed. "I think he likes that. I think you're almost there."

"I'm trying!" I protested. "This is so gross!"

"You're not even touching it. Just using your magic."

"You don't understand! I can feel everything!"

"You can do it babe. Come on. Jerk that cock harder."

"It's all knobby and slimy," I moaned. "I feel so dirty right now. Like a filthy alien space slut."

James didn't reply, but even through his pants I could feel something getting harder against my own crotch. "James! Why?" I hissed. "Oh my gosh!"

"I'm sorry! I can't help it. Just stop talking and finish the job, okay? He's getting pissed again."

"He didn't even pay for this," I griped, stroking the alien's revolting, gnarled meat stick with my telekinesis. "If I'm going to be a whore I should at least get paid like one!"

The monster lurched and strained, lashing tentacles against the outside of the airship's skin.

"Yeah, I think you're about to get paid now," James said. "Good job. Good horn job?" He chuckled a bit. Evidently he was enjoying himself at my expense, if the large bump pressing against me from his pants was any indication.

"I'm gonna get you after this," I snarled at James, spinning my grip around the alien dick to finish him off.

The creature let out a strained howl, and the ship creaked as it shoved hard.

"Uh, James?" I said. "I think It's gonna..." I trailed off as the monster shifted position and the terrifyingly big phallus swung up to aim directly at us. "Oh crap. Pull us up!" I screeched.

"Wha?" James peeked around my shoulder as we slowly twirled in a circle. "Shit! Get us out of-"

He was cut short by the sudden, indescribably vile blast of slimy white alien jizz. It hit us with such force that we swung wildly from the hole we were hanging into, falling several feet before our tether lines caught again. I screamed, a really bad idea because I was being hosed down with alien semen, but I was so terrified of the long fall beneath us that I barely noticed the gargling noise I was making as my mouth, throat, and nose filled with the foul-smelling, sticky alien nut juice. Thankfully my ARHUD kept it out of my eyes. Mostly.

True to his word, James didn't let go of me. He squeezed me tighter to his chest as we swung in a circle, getting blasted repeatedly with gallon upon gallon of monster spunk until the world was reduced to nothing but reeking cream-colored dizziness.

"Eris! James!" Mia called down, sounding panicked. "Are you guys okay?"

"Yeah," James sputtered. "Pull us up!"

It turned out that even with the knots, pulling up such a thin tether line was actually quite difficult when you have two people hanging off the end, but eventually Tumblewords and Mia managed to get us to the edge. James then pushed me up out of the hole while they pulled on me.

I fell out into the rain, then quickly turned, helping the others pull James out, before we both sat down heavily to take stock of our situation.

James rubbed his waist and thighs. "Fuck, that hurt. Humans aren't meant to dangle from a belt like that for so long."

"Sorry about that. Nobody ever comes up here," Tumblewords said. "It's the best we had on such short notice." He then turned towards me. "Way to go," he grinned. "The monster has been calmed and appears to be making his departure. Operation Skyjacker was a splashing success." He looked smugly pleased at his own wittiness. "Get it? Skyjacker? Because we're in the sky and your name is Agent Sky and you jacked him, uh..."

He wisely trailed off into silence when I shot him a murderous glare from under my matted, cum-soaked mane.

"That smells absolutely horrible," Mia said, crouching down in front of me and holding her nose. "You okay honey?"

I nodded yes, then I tried to wipe the mess off my face, but my hooves were equally filthy, so it just smeared around and hung in big slimy strands when I pulled my forelegs away. "Glarb, glurble," I said unhappily, trying to speak and realizing my mouth was full of alien spunk. My stomach quickly did a flip flop, and I sat very still, trying to keep the bubbling disgust inside my belly from rising any further.

"Ulp," I gasped, smacking my lips nauseatedly, my tummy teetering on the edge of revolt.

"Jeez, Eris, I thought you were gonna give him a handjob, not a blowjob!" Mia giggled, reaching out to touch my hoof. "Smells like you just sucked off an octopu-"

"Harrrrbluaugh!!!!" The abrupt and unwanted mental image of myself wearing an ecstatic expression, an octopus wrapped around my face, his rubbery little dick (is that even a thing?) squirting fish milk down my eagerly gulping throat, was the last straw. I couldn't handle any more. My eyes bugged, my front legs splayed out awkwardly, my gut made an enormous heave, my neck stiffened, and I froze in place, oblivious to everything except the hot, steaming flood of creamy half-digested salad with semen dressing that rocketed up my throat and sprayed chunkily from my gagging mouth directly into Mia's very surprised face.

In retrospect, the day could have gone a lot worse, but it could have been better, too.