Title:           The Invincible Iron Manon (Part 12)
Author:          QuietYou
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First Edit:      Wednesday 28th of January 2015 04:15:06 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 28th of January 2015 04:15:06 PM CDT

“Unfuckingbelieveable. One day, Jahvise. One god damn day!”
>”It’s not so bad, Anon,” Twilight says as she steps into your cave.
>Behind her, bundled up like a Christmas present, is your suit.
>Humming from her horn turns to silence as the glow on your suit’s binds dies down.
“It’s exactly that bad. I don’t have the materials to keep this up, Twilight. I don’t have the money for it, and lord knows I’m all out of patience.”
>Limping over to your rock, you look around the area.
“I spent so much time in here working on these suits. I dedicated myself to them. My name relies on their functionality, and now look!” Twilight rears back when you throw your crutch across the room. It collides with the wall and snaps in half. “They’re scrap iron!”
>The pony trots up to you and rests her head on your leg.
>”All the greatest inventions were made from scrap iron.”
>She looks up at you, locking eyes, and you can’t help but feel calmer. Not at nearly at ease, but your chest relaxes.
>”Besides, every time your suits are destroyed, it’s another opportunity to prove your genius and build another, even better than the last!”
>You turn from her and let your eyes wander over to the Mark II.
“Every experience is a lesson, every loss is a gain.”
>”Excuse me?”
“Nothing, it’s just something my people say.”
>”Your people sound very wise.”
“My people are many things. We’re intelligent, arrogant, and greedy.”
>You move her off your leg and stand, limping over to your forge.
“We’re a determined people that warp nature to match our own needs. We are cold and driven, but above all else, we’re warriors.”
>”Anon?”
“I’ll make them rue the day they sought a fight with a human and his machines.”
 
>”Anon, I have some more food for you.” Twilight calls to you from the door. She had installed a door when you began your work.
>Her words fall on deaf ears. You’re far to busy to bothered right now.
>”You really should eat some food,” she says.
>The sound of hooves on stone grows louder as Twilight nears you.
>”I noticed you didn’t even touch the last bunch I brought.”
“No time.”
>”You have to make time. What’s the point in making the armor if you’re dead?”
“No time.”
>”Did you at least sleep?”
>You whip around to face her.
“No time.”
>”Oh, Anon…” she trails off, rubbing your cheek with her hoof.
>Your eyes are as purple as hers right now, and are heavy with bags. What does she expect? You’ve much better things to be doing than that.
“Twilight, I’ve almost got it. I know how they shut me down last time, I can fix it. I can fix it like I can fix Jahvise. Just give me time, okay? I’ve almost got it.”
>”That’s what you said last week.”
“Last week I almost had it,” you say as-a-matter-of-factly. “Go close the door, you’re letting the natural light in.”
>Twilight sighs and with a flick of her horn, the door to your cave slams shut, cutting out the warm golden light that had made the shadows seem all the more powerful.
>Now all that was available was the same cold light you had bathed yourself in for the past, what, three weeks?
>Unlike sun light, it didn’t move. It never wavered. It was a nice light that you could even aim yourself, just like Celestia.
>It painted the stone a nice color as well, though you admit you could do without the constant humming.
>”What about the armor?”
“What about it?”
>”Have you finished it?”
“Finished what?”
>”The armor!”
“No, Twilight. Can’t you see I’m busy? I almost have the answer to this, just give me time!”
>”Oh move aside, let me see!” she grunts and shoves you off your rock.
>Hitting the floor with a thud, you shuffle up to your knees and stare at the table.
>Her frown evaporates, deep worry replacing itself on her face.
>”Anon…?”
“I’ve almost got it. Just give me time,” you repeat again.
>She lifts your battered faceplate from the table. It’s just as scratched and dented as it was when you woke up in the hospital.
>”Is this what you’ve been doing the whole time?” she asks reluctantly.
“I’ve almost…almost…” your fails you.
>Twilight becomes a blurry parody of herself in your stinging eyes.
>You sink to the floor, sobbing, tears forming a river on your face.
“Oh god! Oh Twilight, what can I do?”
>A consoling hoof rests on your back, rubbing gently, almost motherly.
“He’s gone! He’s gone, Twilight!”
>”Did you try turning him on?”
>You lift your head and look into her violet oceans.
“Yes, yes I tried! I tried everything! I tried everything I knew and I still can’t get him on! He’s dead! I just know it—he went and died trying to save me from the changelings!
 
>”Maybe he just needs a new battery,” she insists.
“I don’t have any more batteries. I blew them all out trying to juice up his, but it didn’t do anything…”
>”Not even the hornium types?”
“Those died the quickest…. It’s like something is just eating all the energy I pour into it…”
>”That is something the changelings would do.”
>Looking at each other in silence, you ponder that last sentence.
>Something the changelings would do. All you knew they did was eat love and energy.
>Shooting up from the dirt, you snatch the faceplate from Twilight’s telekinetic grasp and press it into her horn.
>She visibly seems to weaken, as if being drained like all the batteries before.
>Your eyes dart  over to the Mark II. It lay in a crumpled heap of gold and blue metal, and a black horn.
“Twilight, you’re a genius! It’s not a lingering spell, it IS a changeling!”
>Twilight jumps when you grab her shoulders.
“Kiss me you fool!”
 
>The distance between you two closes as your lips press to each other. Hers are warm, and predictably much different than a human.
>She squeals in your embrace, not reciprocating the love.
>After a few seconds of your stationary smooch, she relaxes a bit, and her wide eyes begin to close.
>You can feel a hoof wrap around you as her lips part.
>Taking the sign, your tongue slides into her mouth. It explores its new home with vigor before meeting a new partner.
>Her tongue happily meets yours, shakes hands, and shows it around the mouth. They even begin dancing.
>Twilight’s soft moans serve as the perfect music. They slip from her mouth, long and quiet.
>She grows bolder and kicks your tongue out, moving into your own mouth.
>Her hooves wrap more tightly around you, and you can feel her marehood rub up against your leg.
>You let your eyes wander from her and back over to the Mark II, more specifically, the horn lodged in it.
>The object is glowing brightly, looking more grey now than black.
>Your leg begins to feel wet, alerting you that Twilight is really getting off to this.
>Humoring her, your finger travels down her back and massages her thigh.
>Your hand kneads her flank and moves, every squeeze brining it closer and closer to her sopping nethers.
 
>She moans loudly when your fingers run over her slit.
>The pony presses against your hand, demanding they go in. Not yet though, you think.
>You play with her a bit, teasing her sex with your nimble digits.
>With eyes tightly shut, she opens her mouth and breathes heavily.
>”A-anon, I—ahhh!”
>Her sentence dies out to her moans. They fill the cave now, outdoing the wet slaps of your hand against her soaking semen port as they fly in and out.
>”Ah! Ah! Anooon~ Faster baby, faster! Make me cum!” she sings, the slutty little pony.
>You wince when she bites your ear, but it isn’t enough pain to distract you from the task at hand, excuse the pun.
>Her horse hole massages your fingers, or rather, tries to trap them inside.
>It’s a surprisingly strong pussy and actively challenges your fingers’ ability to move.
>With all the lubrication down there though, it isn’t much of a challenge.
>She rides your hand out to orgasm, practically screaming into your ear out of bliss.
>You wash over with joy as well.
>Yanking your soaking hand out of her as she continues spilling juices, you leap up and shout.
“Eureka!”
 
>Cum flings from your hand and onto the panting pony’s coat.
>That screaming white horn in your armor’s shoulder bursts into bits, falling delicately to the floor.
>”Was it good for you too?” Twilight asks in between pants, slowly lifting herself up.
“I knew it! All it took was a little love and the horn would burst!”
>Twilight clings to your leg and begins to hoof at your crotch.
>”I love you too, baby.”
“Ew, horse.” You shove her away and walk back over to the faceplate.
>Sure enough, all the power you had been accidentally feeding the horn returned to the suit.
>A smile spreads across your face as the still intact eye slit flickers with life.
>Zzz
>Zzzzzsi
>The empty static is soon replaced by blessed words that remind you of why you’re such a great person.
>**Jahvise Artificial Assistant V1.3.4 online. Running system checks. Complete.**
>**Hello, sir.**