Title:           Mandible sat up, and looked around. The fire they'd started a few hours ago had
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First Edit:      Thursday 11th of August 2016 01:02:04 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 11th of August 2016 01:02:04 AM CDT

    Mandible sat up, and looked around. The fire they'd started a few hours ago had gone from a proper blaze to a guttering flame, but still provided enough light and warmth a radscorpion might not eat one of them where they slept. All the other ponies laying around the campfire in a sloppy circle were asleep, bathing in the orange glow of the campfire. Just what he needed.
 
 
    He fished a magazine out of his saddlebag, which lay strewn on the ground by his sleeping roll, and rolled over onto his belly so he could stand. Their campsite was right by an old, long-abandoned general store, one which they'd stripped some of the floorboards from to use as firewood. They hadn't taken up roost in it, solely because they couldn't have a proper fire in it. This was fine enough, Mandible didn't want anybody close. He skulked away from the campsite, taking care not to make too much noise as he did.
 
 
    The floor of the general store creaked some as Mandible, skinny as he was, put his weight on it. He recoiled, hoof shooting back up, and swiveled his head around. No, of course nobody'd hear him, especially over the fire. He was just nervous is all. The floor squealed again as he stepped forward, but he just cringed and quickly darted inside. The shop's interior was simple; a few rows of shelves occupied most the shop, and a small counter to the right of the door had a cash register on top it. Mandible took a few steps forward, breathing in the mildewy air, and then strolled behind the counter.
 
 
    The small bit of space between the counter and wall had been cleared beforehand of sand, broken glass, and a particularly robust radroach. Mandible tossed the magazine on the floor, then sat on his haunches, back against the wall so he was looking up at the cash register. The magazine had landed open and facing up. Across both the pages was a shot of some scantily-clad mare laying belly-down on a bed, looking back at the reader. Their eyes probably wouldn't meet; the mare's behind was far more prominent a sight, much more eye-grabbing. The lanky stallion put a hoof on his sheath and started rubbing, leering at the page. "Fuckin' finally, some alone time..."
 
 
    For a few minutes, he just stared at that page, working his growing half-chub to hardness. His eyes would flicker shut and he'd pant, thinking up fantasies with him and that mare sharing a bed, cuddling turning into foreplay, with his hooves and mouth eliciting delightful squeals from her, and then that turning into outright fucking, thrusting into her and driving her against the sheets and blanket while she moaned.
 
 
    He was getting pretty close to orgasm from that fantasy alone, and so was the mare in his head, when a sensation like a warm breeze on bare skin settled around his erect cock. His eyes slowly opened again. It took a few moments for his hormone-addled mind to realize that, no, he hadn't suddenly sprouted a horn to better pleasure himself with. His breathing grew heavier- a bit of anxiety, but damn if that magic didn't feel better than the blunt implement of his own hooves.
 
 
    Mandible peered up, and the face of a cheery unicorn mare, one lit up by the orange glow of her own horn, looked down at him. Her grin was wide, and grew wider still as she spoke. "You having fun back here, Mandible?"
 
 
    The stallion's hoof fell away from his cock, and he sighed. "Fucking... shouldn't you be asleep, Red Rock?" He looked down at his own groin, not quite willing to look her in the eye any more. Great, no getting off.
 
 
    "Ehhhh... not all that tired, honestly. Why, worried about getting punished?" She snorted, and the orange magic around his member stuttered. "No, won't be doing anything like that. I did say no masturbating, and to save yourself for when we can get some alone time, but hey; lookit this," she tittered, gesturing to the dusty old shop around them, "alone time!"
 
 
    Mandible was still running that through his head when she walked around the counter and her whole body came into view. The same scrawny pink body he was used to, with the same matted mess of crimson mane and tail attached, but the panties... where in the fuck did she get a pair of lacy black panties? She must've noticed him staring at that, because she giggled and swung her hindquarters so they were obscured by the rest of her. "Oh, silly me, didn't take my pajamas off; you don't mind the look, do you? They make me think of that mare in your magazine..."
 
 
    "Fuckin'... you were waiting for something like this, weren't you?" Mandible panted. The magic around his cock was pulsing in weird, stimulating ways, and he was pretty sure it wasn't accidental. Just a bit more, and that sensation, which had turned from a warm breeze to a firmly placed pair of delicate hooves, would be enough to get him off. Just a bit more... he whined, and bucked his hips into the air. Didn't dare touch himself, though; she'd probably tie his hooves up, and spank him for good measure.
 
 
    Red Rock sat by the shuddering stallion, and prodded at his cock with a hoof. She giggled as he groaned, and giggled harder at the way his cock bounced back into position when she took her hoof away. "Ooooh... yeah, totally was. I didn't figure you'd be able to go this long without getting off, honestly. Then, I guess you can't." Her magic condensed into a mostly-opaque ring of orange around his member, one that was tight enough to press into the spongy flesh, but only just. "Wanna make sure you last a little longer yet is all, that alright?"       
 
 
    The ring of orange slid down his cock, growing tight, almost painfully so as it reached the wider base of his shaft. Red Rock's hooves replaced her magic, and she took to rubbing up and down his length, delighting in the fluid he leaked and the little squeaks and grunts he made. He grew steadily more slick as globs of pre leaked from him, making her hooves glide with ever more ease, up and down his shaft, with ever-more pressure, until...
 
 
    Mandible threw his head back and whined through clenched teeth as the mare took her hooves off him. Red Rock grinned. "Ahhh, jeez, thought it'd be that easy?" She snickered, and reclined so she was leaning back, supporting her weight on her forelegs. Her hindlegs spread wide, exposing her puffy lips. Red Rock got a second to guess what was happening before another ring of orange coalesced, this one around his neck, and yanked him forward. He landed headfirst between the mare's legs, whereupon they clamped tightly around his head and hooked together behind it. She shivered as hot breath played off her nether regions, and gave him a little squeeze with her thighs. "Ahhh, get to work, and I might finish you up!"
 
 
    Mandible, being generally obedient- and more importantly, very very horny, immediately started lapping at the mare's puffy lips, eliciting a shuddering sigh from her. She fell back against the floor, wiggling and giggling and writhing as her stallion went to work, probing her with the full length of his tongue. Every pass felt like a little electrical current running up her spine, and she rythmically put pressure on his head and released it with each cycle, more as a reflex than anything else.
 
 
    Concentrating through a haze of endorphins, Red Rock managed to summon up another bit of magic; a tangerine-colored construct that looked sorta like a griffon's disembodied talon, but rounder, softer, and without the claws that made such a thing so formidable. She had it crawl down his back like an unassuming spider, and then teased at the stallion's asshole with it. Her thighs squeezed a bit more firmly around the stallion's head as he squealed at the hand going from poking at his rear, to pressing a digit into him. His prostate was readily available, and so relentlessly teased with the same motion one might use to tickle a pony. Mandible was practically spasming, but dutifully kept pleasuring Red Rock.
 
 
    In one motion, Red Rock locked her legs behind Mandible's head, and then twisted her whole body and rolled over over onto her belly. Mandible's head was locked in place, and his body followed. He followed the half-circle motion and wound up on his back, erect cock springing upwards with nothing but air barring it. He jerked and trembled as the magical limb teasing at his rear milked his prostate for all it was worth, making his dick feel unbearably pressurized, somewhere between a need to orgasm and a need to piss. Another hand, this one settled on the base of his length, only touching it with a pointer finger, and then moved upwards, squeezing pre from him like toothpaste.
 
 
    "Oooh, you're getting close... just a bit loooonger~" Mandible's hooves scrabbled against, furling, unfurling, legs making similar motions. Red Rock slowly humped at his face, growing gradually more energetic as she drew closer to climax. She came, eventually, without much fanfare. Her whole body tensed for a brief moment, and then went lax. She nearly bled, hard as she bit her lip. The stallion noticed, of course, and immediately whined, desperate to finish up himself.
 
 
    Red Rock rolled her body over again, so she was laying on the floor by Mandible, and grinned. "Right, right..." The second magical-hand on the stallion's cock started pumping up and down, and he eagerly thrusted into it. So close, so close, so close...
 
 
    That same summoned cock-ring from earlier apparated again, and the hand disappeared, mere seconds before Mandible came. His cock pulsed and throbbed, but with no avail; without stimulation, he had no chance of getting off... hell, even with it, that ring was damn restricting. "C'mon, Red Rock, you promised!"
 
 
    The mare was picking herself up and brushing some dust off her body, grinning giddily. "Oh... I did? That was silly of me. C'mon, lets get back to sleep- I'm too tired for this." The last word was punctuated with a snicker, and that cock-ring tightened up. Mandible whimpered. "Maybe tomorrow night, hmn? Or a week from now... ah, try not to think about it too hard!"
 
 
    Red Rock left the general store, sashaying and letting her booty sway right in Mandible's face. Mandible touched at his cock with a little groan, but relented after a few minutes of playing with it. No way he'd be able to finish up...
 
 
    He returned to bed shortly after, and tried not to focus on it too much.