Blind Challenge 20

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Tom and Boulder decide they want some pony flesh.

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"Heya Maud!" Pinkie grinned at her sister as she came over the hill towards Ponyville. "I'm glad you could make it to Ponyville again!"

"Thanks." Maud gave a slight smile, about all that she could possibly give. Anything more was highly unusual for her. She made her leisurely way to Pinkie, who was waiting beside a rather large boulder. Not the boulder she kept in her pocket, but an actual boulder.

"We have a surprise for you!" Pinkie beamed, bouncing energetically; as was her usual way of greeting Maud.

"I like surprises." Maud muttered, coming to a halt before the boulder. Again, the actual boulder. Not her boulder. She tore her eyes away from the rather alluring igneous monster, if only to give her sister a brief, introductory hug. "What's this surprise?"

"Well," Pinkie giggled, laying a hoof on the very same boulder Maud had just stopped looking at. "This here is Tom."

"So you have a pet rock too?" Maud inquired. It was nice that Pinkie was branching out to include rocks among her friends, but this was still a little unusual; even for Pinkie.

"No, silly! This isn't my friend." She beamed. "It's Rarity's."

"The fashion pony?" Maud arched an eyebrow at Tom, and then at Pinkie. "Why would she have a friend named Tom?"

"It's a REALLY long story," Pinkie hopped in a circle about Maud. Something in the pink party pony's saddlebags sloshed about. "But Tom's been somewhat of a permanent fixture in Ponyville since then. Anywho, I figured Boulder would be lonely if we didn't give him someone to play with!"

"That's really nice of you, Pinkie." Maud smiled at her, fishing the small volcanic rock from her barding. "That way he won't be too bored. Here you go, Boulder." Maud gently placed her pet next to Tom, smiling warmly. "You two have a fun time; and play nice."

"Alright, let's go!" Pinkie grinned, bouncing away. Maud gave Tom and Boulder one last, sidelong look over her shoulder as she followed her sister into town.

Tom and Boulder sat next to one another, as rocks tend to do.

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The day wore on, and Tom and Boulder were getting along well. There was a nice breeze coming in out of the south, and Boulder was small enough that Tom didn't have to miss out on it. They sat there under the warm sun, watching as the night turned to day. As the sun began to set, Maud and Pinkie returned, talking to one another. Maud went to retrieve Boulder when Pinkie stopped her.

"Why don't you let Boulder sleep over? I mean, look at them! They really looked like they've been enjoying themselves." Pinkie gestured to the two rocks, smiling still.

"That'd be nice." Maud nodded down to Boulder. "Alright, you can sleep here tonight. I'll be back tomorrow."

"You leave tomorrow, don't you?" Pinkie bubbled, leading Maud back into town.

"Yeah, I have to go to Trottingham for-"

Boulder and Tom sat next to one another, as rocks tend to do.

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The night was cool, but the breeze had died down. Tom and Boulder sat there, unmoving under the moonlight. But they weren't the only ones in the night moving about. On her way into Ponyville, Zecora came across Tom and Boulder sitting next to one another (as rocks tend to do.) She paused for a moment, looking at the familiar boulder, but the not-so-familiar stone.

"That is odd," Zecora mused, pulling her hood off. "I remember this big rock, but this smaller stone is something new." She furrowed her brow and leaned in, looking at both of them curiously. "Hmm..." As she leaned forwards, a small vial slipped out of her bags, breaking open on Boulder's hard surface. "Whoops," She cursed and swiped the shattered glass up, frowning intensely.

"This is not good... I need to fix a new brew for these two, else they wreck the neighborhood." Rather than finish her trip into Ponyville, Zecora turned towards the nearby Everfree and dashed home, even as the vial's contents began to work their magic.

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Sentience. Boulder could feel. He had a thought process. Something was sliding over him. Something wet and fluid. It was changing him. Making him bigger. And... More pony-like. He had four legs now. He opened his eyes, seeing the world for the first time. The very first time. It was a dark place, and really... luscious. There were a lot of plants around. And rocks, too. A really big rock sat right next to him. And that rock had something on it, too. Something wet and fluid. As Boulder watched, the big boulder began to change as well. He grew a little smaller, though not much. Not like Boulder had grown large, but it did shrink a little. It grew four legs and a snout and a muzzle.

The two rock ponies looked at one another, blinking slowly at the sudden and unexpected change of events.

"Hello." Tom, the bigger rock, said in a low, gravelly voice.

"Hi." Boulder replied, finding his voice to actually kind of hurt inside of his throat. It felt like two rocks scraping together. He looked down at his hoof, finding it to be surprisingly solid.

Not unlike a rock.

Was he still a rock?

Yeah. A rock pony. He and Tom looked at one another before wordlessly turning towards the road. They strode side-by-side, their joints sounding like a miniature rock slide as it tumbled down the mountain. They were two recently-forged rock-ponies, and they wanted to see the world.

First stop, Ponyville.

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It was late into the night when they finally arrived in town, trailing ground-up dust from their joints behind them. They saw nopony else, not until they made it to the town center. One light remained on in the town hall, blazing bright. It was towards that new and strange light the two rock ponies walked, looking inside curiously.

A busy mare trotted back and forth in the office past the window, shuffling papers from one filing cabinet to another. She was cream-colored, with a pure white mane. It was the first pony either of them had ever seen. Boulder and Tom both had memories of these things called 'ponies,' but neither of them had seen one. Or anything, before that wet, fluid stuff. Thus, curiosity got the better of them. Ignoring the wall, both of them walked forwards, shattering plaster and glass as they plowed through the side of the town hall. The pony screamed in shock and terror as two rock ponies forced themselves through the wall with incredible strength.

"Wh-what are you?!" She gasped, scrambling backwards. Boulder said the first thing that came to mind.

"Rock ponies."

That's what they were, right? Still a rock, but also a pony. Yeah. Rock ponies.

"Wh-what? I've never heard of rock ponies."

"We're new." Tom rumbled, still walking forwards. "Today."

"What?" The pony looked up at both of them fearfully, scrambling further backwards until she was against the wall. "What do you mean new today?"

"We woke up today." Boulder followed his larger counterpart. "Something wet and fluid."

"I... Okay..." The pony stopped scrambling as Boulder and Tom came to a stop before her, looking her up and down. "Uum... Why did you walk through the wall?"

"Wanted a look." Boulder shrugged, which sounded not unlike two large rocks cracking together. "First pony we've seen."

"Y-you mean you haven't seen anypony?" The regular pony stood up again, arching an eyebrow at them. Tom and Boulder both shook their heads, the grating sound sending another thin stream of dust trickling to the floor. "Wow. I wonder if Twilight had anything to do with this... You two are obviously magical." The pony stood tall in front of them; granted, she didn't stand taller than Tom. Tom was a very large rock pony. She looked between them before smiling. "Well, I'm Mayor Mare. Allow me to welcome you to Ponyville."

"Thanks." Boulder grunted. Tom just nodded.

"Well, aah... For future reference, it's not that nice to walk through walls. We use doors around here." The mayor raised a hoof to point at them, not unlike a teacher scolding a schoolfilly. "Walking through walls isn't very nice. And it leaves a big mess."

"Sorry." Tom grunted, glancing back at the hole in the wall the two of them made. When he looked back at the mayor, though, she was smiling.

"It's okay. Two big, burly rock ponies such as yourself couldn't have known. We can fix it tomorrow, no big deal." She looked Tom up and down, licking her lips all the while. "Then again, tomorrow is technically today, isn't it? Do you want to know why I'm here so late?"

"Why?" Boulder rumbled. Mayor Mare just smiled at him, her tail flicking aside.

"You see, my dear rock ponies, I don't know if you have mares or stallions, but I'm a mare. And we mares go through a little something called 'heat.'"

Boulder remembered that. It was the only other time he'd felt something wet and fluid; was when his owner had been in heat. She had... Used him. If he could have blushed, he would have.

"I find it's easier for me to stay in and just get some work done, since I'm a single mare and nopony really seems to want to help me... But, well..." The mayor's tail swished furiously back-and-forth a few times as she looked between the two of them. "It seems I'm in luck... Are you two... Anatomically accurate?"

"I dunno." Tom rumbled, looking around. "Are we?"

"Are you?" The mayor chuckled as she walked a slow circle around the two of them. When she was behind both ponies, she gave a soft squeal of delight. "You are! Oh, how wonderful!"

So they were anatomically correct. Boulder didn't know what a pony looked like, so he couldn't tell. But the mayor seemed to know. And she was blushing. Her tail was practically thrashing as she came back within their view.

"Would you two be willing to help me?" She asked, licking her lips again. "I know I'm not in my right mind, and the wall's wrecked, but I could really use some help here..."

"Okay." Boulder remembered that previous wet and slippery feeling from when his owner was in heat. It was kind of nice. He wanted to feel it again, if he could. The mayor just smiled and turned around, swishing her tail aside to expose her haunches to them.

"Well, get to it, boys. I'm plenty wet, so you don't have to worry." She certainly was. Boulder could see liquid running down her thighs, and it seemed to come from the wet, pink, fleshy thing between her haunches. As he watched, the whole thing pulsed a little, and a tiny little button of flesh winked at him. Curiously, he stepped forwards, looking at it closer. The mayor just scoffed and gestured back at him.

"Mount me... What's your name?"

"Boulder." He grated, looking up at her. "What's a mount?"

"Climb up on my back and stick your thing in there." The mayor gestured once more, ushering him up. "Put your front two legs on my back, but keep the other two on the ground. There you go." She guided him into the mount, smiling all the while. Boulder was shocked to discover he had something on the underside, a fifth leg of sorts. It was long, kind of slender compared to the rest of him, and really hard. Just like the rest of his body; if he were being perfectly honest with himself. The mayor wrapped a hoof around that thing and guided it against her squishy slit, groaning at the first contact. Boulder couldn't exactly feel much, but what he did feel was her walls parting around him.

The inside was wet and fluid. Kind of like the last time Maud had been in heat, but not like that feeling he had felt earlier; just before becoming a rock pony. Still, it was kind of cool. Boulder liked it. He liked it a lot. And the mayor seemed to be liking it as well. She was panting with him inside of her.

"That's good, Boulder... Now you... what's your name?"

"Tom." The other rock pony rumbled, stepping forwards.

"Do what he's doing, but here, in my mouth."

"Okay." Tom obeyed, walking around to the mayor's front. He didn't have to mount her, though. He was able to stand over her. She just kept gesturing him forwards until his fifth leg dangled in front of her face. Boulder couldn't see what happened next, but it involved a lot of moaning and some wet, slippery noises.

So they sat there; as rocks tend to do. The only difference between this time and earlier was the pony between them, who was very obviously enjoying herself. She was really wet, from both ends. Boulder could feel her liquid running down his other two legs, even as the fifth was getting really slippery and wet. The mayor would pop Tom out of her mouth now and then, but only so she could cry out in ecstasy.

Boulder and Tom just sat there. As rocks tend to do.

At least, until Zecora came along and splashed something on them. She came out of nowhere. One thing Boulder knew, he was sitting here (like rocks do) when another pony appeared in the hole of the wall. She froze for a moment before clenching something in her bags and throwing it at them. Boulder felt even more wet and slippery stuff fly over him, kind of like earlier, except much more wet. There was a lot of it.

A whole lot of it.

Tom got some too. Boulder watched as Tom began to grow in size, which made the mayor spit him out. Boulder began to shrink, though. He grew much smaller. His legs disappeared, and so did his eyes. When darkness enveloped him, Boulder was a little sad. He liked seeing things and feeling wetness. He didn't feel much of anything anymore.

He was just a rock again. And he sat there.

Like rocks do.

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"I hope Boulder is okay." Maud muttered to herself, making her way out of Ponyville. She had to be to Trottingham that day. Seeing Pinkie again was nice, but she wasn't very interesting. If anything, Maud wanted to see Tom again too. He was a handsome boulder. On her way out of Ponyville, though, Maud ran into a zebra. The zebra was really sweaty and looked tired. Maud stopped to look at her.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," The zebra groaned, giving Maud a brave smile despite her obvious exhaustion. "I just had to roll a boulder back out here."

"Tom?" Maud asked. "Why did you have to roll him out here? Wasn't he out here for like... However long he's been out here?"

"Oh no he wasn't." The zebra just shook her head and plodded past Maud. "Have a good day."

"Okay." Maud watched the zebra go, but she was now worried. If Tom wasn't out here all night, then was Boulder alone? Or did Boulder go with him? Rocks couldn't move on their own, though... And Tom certainly didn't seem like he was the sort to sit on a geological fault, making him roll anywhere.

Thankfully enough, Boulder and Tom sat where she had saw them last. She picked Boulder up with a sigh, holding him to her cheek for a soft nuzzle.

"Thank goodness you're okay, Boulder." She inhaled to sigh again, but scrunched her nose.

"Boulder, why do you smell like that?"