In a dark alleyway in a small city for ponies known as Whitherwater, a ripple in time and space warped a small fabric of reality, tearing open a hole into a world beyond. The alleyway's dingy scene was illuminated by a sparkling array of purple and blue lights, and the small piles of trash that lined the brick and wooden walls on all sides bar one rattled and rolled down the alley as wind rushed from the cosmic wound. Unfathomable amounts of magic surged and sparked in the air, but for a moment or two nothing else happened-- whatever lay beyond the portal was quiet and dormant, for a time. 

Then, suddenly, from the portal came two figures; a small colt, barely a couple of feet in height, and a taller, more adult-like pony with pink fur and a crimson red mane. Whilst the boy tumbled and fell flat on his face, the other pony landed with a certain elegance and grace, and she trotted across the cobbles, using a front hoof to adjust her hat.

"Well..." She began. "This isn't anything like the world we're used to, is it, Emerald?"

The young, pastel-green pony pulled himself up off the floor and trotting forwards, considerably shorter than the other. Both of them were Earth Ponies with their own unique traits; whilst the older of the duo was serene, there was a distinctive power to the way she held herself, that someone might notice if they were inclined in the magic arts. The boy beside her, however, was meek and frail-looking, his only defining features being his effeminate hair and body shape, alongside a thick golden necklace around his neck, bearing a bright red jewel. For all intents and purposes, he was particularly unimpressive as an individual, which made it all the more surprising that the older pony seemed to make way for his commands, in particular. As he turned and wandered back down the alley, she stayed dutifully nearby, as if she were protecting him.

"No...you're right." The colt, Emerald Jewel, muttered his agreement. His gaze scanned across the ground and he quickly clopped his way across the cobbles to a spellbook that lay strewn across the floor. open and face down, its pages meeting the dry stone. As he approached, it wobbled and squirmed on its own, and when he scooped it up with a front hoof, it snapped upright and floated up into the air. From its pages erupted a bright orange-furred pony with a wavy, fiery-red mane. The pony spluttered and coughed, swaying around the book with nothing but a pair of front hooves and half of a body; the rest was wispy smoke, its origin right in the seam of the book's spine.

"Sorry, Pip," Emerald addressed her as he held the book within one hoof, turning towards the other Earth Pony and approaching her, though his gaze was on the half-pony coming out of the book. "Are you okay?"

"I didn't think I'd be tasting stone as soon as we went through!" The pony stuck out her tongue and coughed, as if she'd eaten something bad, before her gaze looked around her. "Ooh, this is new. This stone, isn't it quite dark for Whitherwater? Ooh, and all these symbols, I see, I see...it makes sense to me now! Well, maybe not to you, but I've got an eye for these things, you know! I'm sure if you took a look for yourself you m--"

"Pip, shut up." The adult pony grunted her disapproval and Pip silenced herself immediately, though she fumed about it. Emerald looked apologetically between the two; Pip and the other female, Ann, had never gotten along well.

"Let's just...figure out where we are first." He breathed a sigh and, with book in hand, he took the lead, heading along the allway towards the end. From his own perceptive eyes, he could see they had appeared through the portal into a small alcove wedged between two buildings, and Pip was right-- the brick itself was peculiarly darker than usual, and there were some runes that were identifiable, or at least familiar, but he couldn't completely place it. When he reached the entrance to the alley, however, it made a little more sense.

Emerald Jewel was a pretty young pony to be out universe hopping, but he was here for a reason. At his mentor's whimsy, an immortal unicorn by the name of Joyride, he was here to develop something along the lines of independence and worldly prowess-- if he could successfully navigate this world without her intervention, then he'd have passed the test, of sorts...though, Emerald was starting to think that maybe this wasn't the world that Joyride had intended to take them to, despite how smart and precise she was with her signature travel magic. They were definitely in Whitherwater, that much was clear...but it was nothing like what it used to be. As they walked down the streets of the city, they became more and more aware of the obvious demonic influence on the place, both in the residents and in the architecture. What was once bright stone and wood buildings were now dark and craggy, etched with demonic symbols-- Pip clearly wanted to be informative, but she seemed to stay silent, for reasons Emerald couldn't understand.

Emerald's first thought was simple: if they wanted to go back to their original timeline, universe, whatever it was called, the best chance of that was to find this timeline's Joyride. In their own universe, she was an immeasurably powerful individual, able to traverse across time and space with ease; it would be hard for Emerald to believe if a version of her wasn't here. Of course, the colt knew where she'd be, or at least assumed so: at her house, 304 Coursewalk. Ann and Pip also knew of that place; in his universe, Emerald had a studio apartment there, courtesy of Joyride's magic. He knew the city well enough to get a feel for the right direction, and started making his way there.

However, not all things go to plan. The journey through the city was short and sweet, but the destination was nowhere to be found; Emerald was sure they were right the right place, but the Coursewalk street didn't even exist, let alone have the apartment number from before. At first, Emerald was confused, but he remembered that there was a contingency plan for this; a magical compass, which Ann had in her possession on his behalf. He requested she bring it out for him, and he handed the spellbook containing Pip and her rules over to the pony-- she was more than capable of handling Pip. Though it might be hard to see due to her disguise, Ann was a succubus-- hell, even Pip was a demon, specifically a Pyrodaemon. The two butt heads because of their demonic natures, which were relatively opposite, despite the inevitable end result. Regardless, Emerald's attention was on the compass, not their bickering; the tool was designed to point him in the direction of that which mattered the most, in the heat of the moment. Thankfully, the person at the forefront of his mind was the one they needed to see.

Emerald lead them onwards, but he had to wonder why no-one seemed to mind Pip's appearance as they walked. Ann was already instinctively disguising herself as an Earth Pony, but Pip was particularly easy to spit as a demon thanks to, well, the fact she was coming out of book, alongside her fiery colours and single charred demonic horn sitting on her forehead. Though, when Emerald thought about it, it made perfect sense why no-one cared; this version of Whitherwater was clearly under the influence of demons. As they followed compass towards what looked to be the Castle District, Emerald's intuition and thoughts were all but confirmed as their journey from the downtown area of Whitherwater brought them into what looked to be some sort of market area. However, it wasn't for food and clothes, but for something significantly more demon-like.

Stalls that sold souls for demons to consume, jars filled with the brimming screams of extracted souls, open shop doors leading to pleasure within...all manner of bizarre stores and demonic structures lined either side of the street, and the combined din of laughing, shouting, moaning and screaming assaulted Emerald's ears. As they continue to walk, they enter what Emerald was sure was meant to be the Castle District, but...it was nothing like what Emerald had remembered in his own timeline. Twisting, demonic temples of varying shapes and sizes covered the expanse of the district, and within the centre sat the tallest of them all, belonging to a group of Pyrodaemons, from what Emerald could guess. As they approached and made their way to the largest temple, Emerald quickly realised that their destination was pointing in that direction; he guessed, perhaps rightly, perhaps wrongly, that Joyride was in the main temple, though it was hard to tell.

The trio eventually found themselves at the entrance to the large, imposing temple. Its twisting spires towered far above them and seemed to almost reach the murky clouds above, and its gnarled exterior brimmed with what Emerald felt like demonic energy-- but, honestly, that was probably just his nerves. Its entrance was a large pair of double doors lined with a variety of sigils, either for decoration or protection, and a number of visibly armed guards patrolled the main temple with a sense of purpose that kept people away with ease. The colt looked down at his compass and had assumed Joyride was inside that large temple, but to his surprise, she wasn't; according to the magic compass, she was slightly off to the left. He turned to follow the little golden needle until it pointed directly to a heavy, wrought iron gate wedged between lesser temples. A sigh relief escaped Emerald's muzzle; it would be easier to get in there than the main temple...at least, that's what he had initially thought.

Getting through that unknown gate would have been simple, were it not for the two imposing, non-pony guards that made sure no-one could pass. Towering far above the average stallion, two heavy, blocky golems stood with large spears with thick wedged points as large as a pony's head. They stood on two legs, but had no real defining features; their limbs were thicker closer towards the hand and feet, and strangely thin on the upper arms and legs, whilst their main body was thicker than their forearms. Their heads were wedged and rectangular, with a distinctively carved brow that made them have a sulky expression. Two bright yellow eyes glowed out from beneath that brow, and they had no mouth to speak of either-- they stood rigidly still, but anyone someone got just a little too close they shifted subtly, as if always on edge. The young colt could already tell that they'd have no way of getting inside if they weren't invited; those golems are bound to block them off, or wrose

"She's through there," Emerald mumbled, pointing towards the gate before pocketing the compass into a satchel swung around his waist. "But...how do we get in?"

"Maybe we can sneak through using some sort of disguise..." Ann suggested.

"Ooh, ooh! What about invisibility?" Pip suggested. "You could walk right past 'em and they wouldn't even notice! You could even poke 'em in the butt and they think 'Oh, what was that? I'm just a stupid golem, I--'"

"Quiet," Ann snapped. "Something's happening over there."

Emerald turned his head in the direction of the noise and watched as a group of guards, dressed in what looked to be demon-inspired metal armour that shone with a bronze-like glow, walked down a street ahead of what appeared to be a plentiful, grand procession, though for what they couldn't be sure. The guards inevitably came closer and, with spears in hand, made motions for them to split apart in the street so that space could be made. Emerald obeyed, naturally, and the trio quickly moved to the side to watch the procession unfold in its entirety.

The performance was...unsettling, to say the least. For the most part it was fine; arguably, normal, even, for the world they were in. Various ponies, be they Pegasus, Unicorn or just plain Earth Ponies, performed a variety of tricks that were predominantly magic in origin, and from a distance Emerald could see that the ponies all typically bore a mark of some kind-- horns, brands, even jewellery were all a mark of some kind of demon contract, and that's what allowed them to perform magic. There wasn't only tricks, either; towards the latter end of the procession were sexual acts: stallions flaunted their flared cocks left and right for all to see, and mares bent over to reveal themselves, shaking their behinds left and right in an effort to entice people. It was hard to tell exactly what it was all for, but it was what they saw at the latter end of the procession that worried Emerald the most. There, amongst the group of those that performed magic tricks, were the alternative timeline version of himself. Unlike his own pristine and effeminate self, this timeline's Emerald was covered in all manner of demonic contracts-- there were horns protruding from his face, bangles on every hoof, and even a demon rune on his cheek, right next to his warped, significantly longer tongue. This version of the colt was showing himself off in a similar fashion to the others, both sexually and magically, and he flung fireballs left and right whilst swinging his semi-erect horsecock around, much to the delight of those watching.

Emerald felt as if he'd seen enough, and for the most part avoids looking at it much more. The procession continued on for quite some time, the back end of it showing off goods, foodstuffs and prisoners they had acquired-- Emerald was sure that, within those prisoners, was a grey-furred unicorn that Emerald very quickly found familiar thanks to her distinctive dark green eyepatch. He knew her primarily as Uictoria, a mare of impeccable caliber who chased people down in the name of justice-- a place like this would have been the perfect place for her to thrive. Emerald isn't sure how he feels seeing her bound up within the cage, with very visible ropes around both sets of hooves, as if she had struggled a lot. On the one hand, in his universe, Uictoria had chased him and his mentor, Joyride, incessantly, namely because of Joyride's affiliation with Demons and an order for her capture by Uictoria's superiors, the Order of the Arrow, but he'd also seen her be a caring individual to the right people. He knew she didn't deserve this life, for sure...perhaps, back in his own timeline, seeing her like this might sway his opinion of his own Uictoria. He watched from a distance as she abruptly thrashed about inside the cage, knocking over ponies to the side as she tried to wrestle herself free. A gag covered her mouth to stop her from crying out, but even from this distance Emerald could feel her bloodlust. Pity was the only thing he could feel.

Emerald looked over towards the front of the performance to see that it was all being funnelled into what looked to be the main temple in the district. Those around him were speaking fervently about something known as the 'Crimson Feast', but he had no way of telling what that was, and he didn't intend on asking strangers to find out. With that, Emerald turns and makes his way back through the crowd with Ann in tow, and they head off to a quieter part of the district away from the crowd.

"That was..." Ann began with a sly smile.

"Fun!" Pip insisted. "Did you see all those flames? They went whoooosh, pow, fwooooh!"

"It's getting dark," Emerald remarked, looking up at the shrouded sky above. "I think we're better off finding a place to stay for the night before we try to sneak into the temple...I think the invisibility potion is a good idea."

"Really?" Ann didn't sound convinced, and Emerald turned his head towards her.

"I think I could make it..." He assured her. "I just need the right ingredients. I don't think we'll find an alchemy shop before it closes, though."

"If they even practice alchemy here," Ann pointed out. "Everything's very...magic focused? Not that I mind-- I quite like the architecture."

Emerald hummed, though he couldn't say he necessarily agreed with her-- maybe he just had a fondness for the Whitherwater back in his own timeline. The three of them wander around for a while in the hopes of finding somewhere to stay; given the way this city seems to run itself, with sex out in the open, Emerald is worried about his own safety if they had to sleep out in the open in an alley somewhere. Though he's sure Ann can protect him, he'd rather avoid the situation entirely and save her the effort of having to keep an eye on him whilst he slept-- Emerald was a considerate little colt.

After some walking, they did eventually find somewhere to stay the night, though it's not necessarily a good place. A seedy little inn sat on the edges of the temple district, wedged between some rundown establishments and far enough away from the temples for its exterior to not really bare any of the usual demon letters they were used to seeing littered around this version of Whitherwater. Emerald hesitated at first and wondered whether it was better to find somewhere else, but it was getting dark rather fast. He swallowed his pride and nerves and made his way inside, with Ann following along behind and Pip floating right next to her, thanks to the book being levitated due to her magic.

The interior of the inn was as seedy as the outside-- though most of the inside of the inn was pretty normal and made of the usual oak wood that Emerald might have expected from his own version of Whitherwater, it was pretty clear that the residents were anything but law-abiding citizens. Various stallions and mares sat around, either solo or within small groups of 2 to 4, talking to one-another or drinking from thick tankards, brimming with a mysterious substance. At the far end sat a heavy wooden counter and, behind it, a thick, stocky looking Earth Pony with a rugged, scarred face and a grisly expression. He was shining a mug in messy overalls, with a bandana around his head-- Emerald was sure he could see the dim glow of a light beneath it, and guessed it might be a demonic sigil. With a sigh, he made his way over with Ann and Pip in tow; a bad idea as it was, this seemed like the best spot to find a place for the night.

"What?" The innkeeper glossed over them with dark brown eyes before turning his gaze back to his mug, his dark grey coat bristling ever so slightly with irritation.

"Uh, I'd like a room, please?" Emerald asked tentatively, and for a moment the innkeeper took him in, before looking at his two 'companions'. Emerald could tell the male knew they were demons-- honestly, Emerald was surprised the stallion hadn't made mention to how 'average' he looked compared to everyone else; it seemed like others with demon contracts had horrid warped additions to their bodies as some sort of trophy.

"It's 50 coins for 3 nights." The male bluntly demanded, causing Pip's eyes to widen.

"Oh...I don't have 50 coins." Emerald knew the adult was overcharging him, and he was making him pay for 'his' demons, too-- it was arguably unfair, but he didn't have much of a choice. At his words, the scarred pony grunts and places the glass down that he was cleaning, putting his front hooves on the counter and leaning over, offering a wide, almost wicked grin.

"Tell you what, then," He began. "Anypony who hangs around with a succubus is probably a big fuckin' slut, and plenty of my patrons haven't had a tight hole to fill in a while. If you can satisfy some of them, I'll give you a room. Deal?"

Emerald noticeably hesitated, but it kind of seemed like he didn't have much choice in the matter. He looked to Ann for her approval and, at first, she shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head, signalling to him that she was fine with it-- she would do whatever Emerald wanted to do. Pip, however, clearly had no interest in participating in that moment; she withdrew into the book and it snapped shut in Ann's hoof.

"Deal." Emerald agreed, glancing to Ann briefly before he turned to face the rest of the inn. It was clear that a handful of them had been listening to what they were talking about and now, because of that, they were interested. Their gaze trailed across the colt and the succubus by extension, and there was a divide, of sorts, in who wanted who. One particular stallion made a gesture to Emerald, as if enticing him over, and his sleazy grin and rugged features made the colt feel uncomfortable...unfortunately, he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. With a nod to Ann, the two of them split off to go to their respective patrons.

Emerald tentatively approached the stallion, clad in a tight jacket that barely covered his front and legs, and the male raised his upper torso up, placing his hooves on the table. He lolled his head to the side and raked his gaze up and down the light-furred pony's body before he cocked his head, gesturing beneath the table.

"Warm me up, kid," He demanded. "Then we'll see where this goes."

Wordlessly, Emerald shrugged off his satchel and dipped himself beneath the wooden surface, which was ultimately quite easy considering the disparaging difference in his height compared to the table itself-- even as he slipped beneath, his head barely bumped with the underside, and he easily fell into place in front of the stallion's propped-up form. The top half of him mostly disappeared above the table, but that wasn't Emerald's main task anyway; his attention turned to the shrunken, unaroused sheath and balls that sat between the pony's legs, and he reached out to nudge one of those balls with a hoof. Above him, the stallion snorted and shoved his hips forwards, and Emerald watched as the member swelled and rapidly grew, swinging from where it had remained flaccid and swiftly reaching something akin to half mast, though ponies were typically peculiar in their cock anatomy. Regardless, Emerald knew what to do.

The colt brought his head forwards and dipped it to the side so that he could run the length of his tongue and lips along the length of the stallion's impressive horsecock, and the ample-sized member sprung to attention under his assault, the flared end touching with the underside of the wooden table. A noticeable dollop of clear fluid oozed from the tip and along the underside of the shaft, dripping to the wooden floor mere inches from where Emerald was bent over. That wild twitching betrayed the stallion's pent-up lust and the colt did his best to satisfy it, dragging his lips all the way to the base, before he swung to the other side and licked all the way back up. He could hear the male's gentle groans, and occasionally he thrust and bucked against Emerald's roaming mouth, eagerly wanting more.

There was no way that the colt was going to be able to take the cock in his mouth, but he had the sneaking suspicion that the male's interest wasn't in his mouth, but his tongue. Unfortunately for Emerald, he didn't have time to figure out a way around it, for as he brought his mouth to the tip to suckle and kiss where appropriate, a sudden tugging on his tail yanked him backwards across the wooden floor and out from under the table. He instinctively looked behind him to see a unicorn mare with wiry black hair pulling him by the tail. Whatever garments she'd had on before had been discarded on the floor, and she rather unceremoniously let go of him and turned, lowering her upper torso and revealing herself. Emerald couldn't help but to gawk at the sight of her puffy, clearly aroused pussy-- it looked a little moist too, from what he could see.

"Don't let that old fuck hog all of that mouth. Breed me," She demanded. "Show me what a pretty colt like you can do."

Emerald didn't need to be told twice. He raised himself up onto all fours and approached, lifting his head to bring his mouth towards that loose-looking pussy. His tongue trailed the puffy folds of the outer edge of the pussy, but the majority of his interest was in that soft, pink centre. As he travelled his tongue to the sensitive flesh, the mare rolled her hips and pushed against his awaiting mouth, groaning with delight when that young tongue pressed against her moist, aroused parts. Emerald could see that she was getting turned on by him licking, but he got the impression that she was more turned on by the fact he was a colt, more than anything else.

He only licked her for a little while, but there was a good reason for that; suckling and slurping on that warm pussy was arousing him, despite the situation...or maybe it was entirely because of it that he was getting more turned on. Regardless, his own young horsecock quickly reaching a relatively limp half-mast before it surged upwards, turgid and full of blood. However, much like most horses, he couldn't keep it rigidly straight for long and it fell limp again-- pumping that amount of blood into his cock would inevitably made him light-headed.

He hadn't even licked her for that long, but the mare grew impatient pretty quickly under his tongue. After a handful of minutes, perhaps even left, the mare pulled away and rolled her body to the side, abruptly flopping onto her side before she rolled onto her back and spread her hooves side, revealing herself entirely, in arguably her most vulnerable position. She reached down with a front hoof to smear the puffy entrance of her pussy, her gaze locked to it, before she lifted her eyes towards him and licked her lips. She beckoned him with the other hoof and Emerald's colt cock sprang to attention at the sight-- if she was so insistent on him pleasing her, he'd do just that.

Emerald stepped forwards, lifting his front hooves and placing them either side of her so that he could easily line up with her adult body. His cock surged upright as he drew closer to that thick pussy, and the small flared end of his cock easily met with her entrance; despite his age, the thick end of his cock didn't easily slip inside and required just a little push for the flared edges to pass her folds and sink into her flesh. He pushed into her unceremoniously and she groaned, rolling his head back as he stuffed almost the entirety of his cock into her, his balls churning and pressing neatly to her. His inexperienced body tingled with pleasure and he resisted the urge to bust there and then, restraining himself and relishing the feeling of her winking entrance gripping and clinging to every inch of his intruding cock. Ponies typically orgasmed quickly and easy; in just a few pumps he'd be done, but he didn't even have time to pull back before a weight forced him down.

Emerald turned his head and looked out the corner of his eye to see the stallion he had been pleasuring not that long ago bearing down upon him, and after a few moments the colt easily felt the thick, flared end of the stallion's turgid horsecock grazing against his taint and twitching upwards far enough to meet with his young pucker. Of course, he wasn't entirely a virgin, but that didn't mean there wasn't discomfort to be had when a stallion fucks him-- however, he was receptive, despite his unease. He wiggled his ass left and right, aware that satisfying the adult meant a bed for the night, and the stallion above him groaned his approval and pushed, pressing and teasing the thick end of his cock against that young hole. Across the other side of the room, Ann was already knee-deep, metaphorically speaking, in several stallions and the occasional mare; the difference in their prowess was palpable, and her efficiency in pleasing multiple ponies at once was a testament to her demonic species. She easily one rode stallion as another pounded her ass, whilst two hooves pleasures mares either side of her and another stallion bucked and thrust against her mouth. Emerald wouldn't have been surprised of those cocks met in the middle of her body, and the thought was a little amusing, if a bit gross.

Without warning, the stallion above the pony abruptly thrust, and Emerald briefly winced as his little young pucker, a dark teal, stretched to accommodate his entry. His tight innards spasmed and gripping down like a vice against every intruding inch, and with each tensing squeezing of his ring, his own cock twitched and throbbed inside the mare beneath him, who seemed to greatly appreciate each pulse. She put her front hooves on his head and pushed him down to her plentiful teats that ran along her underside, and he kissed against her belly, closing his eyes and acclimatising himself to the sensations of both fucking and being fucked.

As the stranger stallion pulled back, so did he, and his member slid from the mare beneath him before, with the stallion's thrust, he plunged forwards again. The thick horsecock that slid in and out of him naturally probed his prostate and made the pleasure of his sex with that horny mare all the more better, which made it all but impossible to hold himself together for long. It was the same for the stallion, who was far too pent up to last longer than a handful of thrusts, especially with an ass as young and as tight as Emerald's-- he's taken a few cocks in his time, but their difference in age and size was staggering, if not arousing, to the stallion above him. The stallion moved with a greater fervency than before and tugged with a certain degree of eagerness, the power in his thrusts forcibly yanking Emerald back and forth and, by extension, causing the colt to stimulate himself inside the mare, who simply sighed and relished the feeling.

"Oh fuck, you're such a tight little...!" The stallion groaned and huffed pushed and shoving his fat horsecock into Emerald's ass over and over, unaware that he was also tugging and pushing the colt along with him. After a handful of moments, however, the stranger pushed down as deeply as he could manage inside the boy, shuddering and groaning with pleasure. Emerald could feel that flared end inside him swell, and the entirety of that horsecock pulsed and pressed against his prostate, making him huff through his small muzzle. He couldn't hold himself back any longer and, with a grunt, his own colt-sized length spurted into the mare in front of him, painting her insides with marginally smaller load. The female stared at him with a lidded expression, and he could feel her periodically squeezing around him, miling his orgasming cock.

The stallion didn't linger inside him for long, and when his orgasm was done he pulled back, unceremoniously withdrawing from the boy's behind as his cock hung limp and spent between his legs, becoming soft as quickly as it had taken him to get hard. Regrettably, Emerald was much of the same; as he pulled out, his own cock sagged, though he wasn't necessarily spent-- if push came to shove, he could go a few more rounds, and the drooping of his cock was just something similar to all ponies. The stallion moved back and Emerald stepped to the side, his gaze briefly raking across the mare's gooey, cum-filled pussy, before he looked over to Ann. In the time it had taken the colt to pleasure two ponies, she had satisfied more than double, at the very least. Some mare sat nearby pleasuring themselves, or lazily laid on the wood, their pussies moist with arousal, whilst a number of other stallions sat nearby watching. Emerald didn't know how to feel, seeing Ann so openly oozing the cum of several male ponies, but considering she'd pleased so many, he was satisfied with her efforts.

"Is that enough?" Emerald called to the innkeeper, and with a grunt the stallion jerked his head, gesturing towards the stairs with a sour grimace.

"Room 9." He scoffed, and Emerald nodded before glancing to Ann, whose gaze met his pretty quickly. He made a gesture with one of his front hooves and Ann rolled, sliding herself off of a stallion beneath her, who was already flaccid and spend. She clopped over Emerald, caring little for how much cum dripped from her loose mare cunt as she went, and they ascended up the stairs to the rooms above. The innkeeper didn't seem to care about the mess she made as they went.

They cleaned themselves up fairly quickly-- Ann used some rudimentary magic for the both of them in the washroom at the far end of the upper floor-- before they adjourned to their room and rested. Emerald and Ann sat up for a little while and had a little bonding time whilst Pip remained dormant in her book, either asleep or simply pouting over their lewd activities earlier, though it was hard to tell. Their topics shifted from the sexual to the platonic and back again frequently, but nothing happened between them. Emerald inevitably rolled over and slept, and Ann did the same, though she was alert and vigilant in her slumber; Emerald was her owner, so his safety was her top priority, for the most part.

They awoke in the morning to the hammering of hooves against their room door, and it was Emerald who climbed out of bed to answer it. He came face to face with the innkeeper who, despite agreeing to give them a room for the night, reneged on their deal and demanded they leave immediately, or he'd call the temple guards. Emerald didn't have a choice in the matter, namely because he didn't want to catch the attention of the local monarchy, wherever they were, and so with some pushing and shoving, the trio were removed from the inn and kicked out the back. Emerald didn't particularly enjoy being shoved around like that-- he would have left willingly, without fuss, but he didn't even get a chance to retort or explain themselves before he door was shut behind them.

For a while, the three of them lingered in the alleyway, talking amongst themselves as Ann held the book that Pip was in, before they started to head down the alley and come up with a plan for what to do next. As they walked, a shuffling to Emerald's left caught his attention, but he barely had time to react before a mass pushed into his side and threw him to the ground. He felt a heavy weight atop him for barely a fraction of a second before it abruptly disappeared, followed by a raspy, breathless cry. The colt clambered to his feet and whirled around on the spot to face his attacker, and he froze.

"Ann, stop." He murmured, and at his request the succubus deactivated her magic; she'd had the attacker lifted up in the air and choked with her power, and upon her withdrawal the dishevelled, malnourished figure fall to the floor in a heap, coughing and gasping. Emerald recognised her slender figure and dark mane all too well; she looked identical to a mare in his own timeline, a member of the Whitherwater Defense Force, Sensoria. He knew her to be kind, but she had her issues-- it seemed this version was no different. Much like his own version, this Sensoria was effectively blind...but the main difference between them was in their horn. In his timeline, Sensoria was able to keep herself up and about thanks to her magic; she was able to detect the things around her using her magic, including ponies, which made her both a valuable asset and independant...but this Sensoria's horn was smashed. There was no chance of her using the same magic and ability...so, a twisting discomfort settled in Emerald's stomach when the mare lifted her front hooves and wildly flailed in front of them, trying to fend them off-- however, since none of them were moving, she couldn't discern where they were.

"Get away. Get away! Don't touch me, you blasted demons, don't...!" Her voice was barely above a whisper, as if she'd lost it long ago, and Emerald's face creased into something between dismay and anger-- not at her, but at whoever had done this to her. Crippling her magic and leaving her to fend for herself was cruel and sad.

"Sensoria?" Emerald asked gently, and for a moment the mare faltered, recognising the name, before she let out a shaky, nervous laugh and made a gesture with her hoof, scooting back towards what looked to be her home, if one could call it that; a collection of boxes sat in a heavy clump against the brick wall, and a messy, dirty blanket was trampled under her hooves as she retreated.

"Hah! B...Back for more, are you? I'll kick your eyes out, you...you..." She put up a confident through to begin with before she started to retreat, shrinking down against the boxes and very clearly angling herself so that her back end was pressed to the wall. "Don't hurt me..."

"Sensoria..." Emerald lowered his gaze and looked crestfallen, and from the book Pip emerged, floating around him and analysing his expression. Honestly, Emerald would have liked to have her as an ally; he respected the Whitherwater Defense force a lot, considering the kingdom was his home. But, this Sensoria was...mentally unstable, and also didn't have her magic. He wished he could do something for her.

"Can I eat her soul?" Pip gleefully asked. "Pretty please, pleeeease? She looks so juicy...all that negative emotion..."

"No." Emerald raised his gaze up to her to see the demon salavating at the mouth, and when their eyes met she visibly faltered, blinking down at her. She retreated back towards her book with a blank expression for a moment, before she pouted and crossed her front hooves, silently sulking at the rejection.

"Let's go." Emerald couldn't bear to look any more and he turned, heading down the alley towards the entrance to the street, and Ann silently followed along behind. None of them said anything about the encounter, for they didn't need to, and in his mind Emerald silently vowed to show Sensoria more respect in his own timeline, to honour this one.

For a little while they walked, namely so that Emerald could search and find ways to scrounge up food. They talked a little about how to make that happen, and somehow the topic quickly lapsed into thoughts about morality and what's considered right and wrong. Emerald often questioned the world, and so he asked Pip and Ann what their morality was like: what did they consider right, and what was considered wrong? Where was the line in terms of what they thought was abhorrent compared to just? Emerald's mind was turbulent after their recently encounter with Sensoria and what had happened at the inn; he'd received a lot of sexual attention over the course of his adventure, so it was nothing new, but the morals of this world...a lot of it didn't necessarily sit right with him.

"You're right to want to hold yourself to a higher standard, young colt," Ann assured him as they walked around. "We, as demons, have a different idea of what is considered 'normal'. Eating souls, for example, is just like having breakfast in the morning...but for you, it's wrong, isn't it?"

"So you're saying it's a case of...it's normal for you, so your morals are different because of it?" Emerald quizzed, and Ann nodded along. "I suppose that makes sense...then, what do you two think about what happened to Sensoria?"

"Things happen in life!" Pip chimed in. "If she couldn't fight them off then she wasn't strong enough. The strong will always overpower the weak-- it's the philosophy of demons, y'know? Strength is everything; it's power, influence, wealth, what kind of friends you make...everything!"

"But I'm not strong," Emerald pointed out. "I'm just a colt. Does that mean I deserve that to happen to me?"

He could see the thought made both Ann and Pip think a little-- he didn't mean to ask them such a loaded question, and they were clearly struggling with it, but Emerald felt like it was an important conversation to have.

"If I'm being blunt..." Ann began. "I think that, if I weren't contracted to you...I don't think I'd care enough to come to your aid."

"That's harsh, Ann."

"It is...but at the same time, that 'act' isn't something we demons would consider abhorrent. We came from blood and pain...no, we are blood and pain, and hellfire. We are scared of very little and won't hesitate to do horrible things. That's the difference between you and me, Emerald. Where you'd falter, I'd double-down. That makes us dangerous, but also reckless. Don't forget that."

"That's..." Emerald didn't know how to feel about it. "Pip? What do you think?"

"Um...well, you're my friend. I think if someone was trying to hurt you I'd be pretty mad. Almost mad enough to eat their soul!" Her little quip before did make just a bit more sense now. "But, you know, demons do mean things all the time. Sex can also be a mean thing, sometimes, but it can also be a fun thing. If everyone's having fun, then why should it be wrong to use it to pay for things sometimes too, right?"

"That's a fair point." Emerald had a lot to think about...but it was hard to do so when he had a rumbling stomach. He'd think about it later, after he's eaten.

For a little while, Emerald separated from Ann and Pip, though not for too long, to try and swipe a little bit of food from some passing carriages without anyone looking. At the same time, he rifled through nearby trash cans in an attempt to get some kind of information about the world around them...which, frankly, was limited to present events. The 'Crimson Feast' people spoke of was probably the biggest problem; seemingly everyone knew about it, but when prompted to talk about it from Emerald, they couldn't definitely tell him what it was other than a 'feast'. They gave no details about what went on there, or who was attending other than 'everyone', leaving the whole event to be...mysterious and ominous, to say the least. As for why Whitherwater was a haven for demons...Emerald's vague snooping only afforded him one deduction; somewhere down the line, the monarchy readily started to accept demonic temples into their territory, likely because they were cult members themselves, and it simply grew from there until it became the norm. Most people were evidently fine with it...bar the righteous, of course. The papers vaguely spoke of a rebellion but there was little to say about them, which Emerald surmised was sort of the point-- the less information the local authorities had, the better.

In the end, a plan was made, and a rather simple one at that. Much as Ann hated to admit it, Pip's idea of an invisibility potion was probably their best option of getting past the golems; destroying them would both be too destructive and loud, as well as too difficult, and there was no way they were going to diplomatically talk their way in against artificial beings that couldn't even speak. With the potion as their best option, the next logical step was a store that sold magical reagents-- Emerald was pretty sure he could make the potion with his own limited knowledge from his mentor, but he had next to no ingredients on hand. Thankfully, they didn't have to travel too long to find one: on the inner edges of the Western District, close to what Emerald once knew as the Castle District, was a pretty well-known apothecary, according to some people. Emerald managed to snag an apple on the way there to fill his stomach.

The interior of the shop was clearly well-kept, with ornate wooden shelves lined with both glowing and dim potions of a variety of colours, each intricately labelled and priced with individual tags. Some smaller wooden buckets sat around brimming with a variety of alchemical reagents, from small feathers to the organs of various creatures and monsters, kept within glass jars and stored carefully in small stacks. The owner, or at least the pony behind the counter, clearly seemed to be an influential male, given his lavish garbs and charismatic features...however, even a grey-furred stallion like him wasn't completely free of the hold of demons; atop his head sat two slender horns that travelled past his ears and around his head-- Emerald might have missed them within the male's jet black mane, were it not for the smouldering glow they bore at the base and his peculiarly piercing yellow eyes. The rest of him, however, was remarkably normal, and the young colt spotted the adult's cutie mark on his flank; a potion bottle, sitting atop a metal brazier.

"Hello there, young colt...and two demons, I see," He admired the sight of Ann and Pip, who remained out of her book, for a moment before he tilted his head at the boy. "And remarkable, to be bonded to two demons yet bear no demonic traits...ah, pardon my manners. I am Onyx Spirit, an alchemist in our glorious Whitherwater. Can I ask what temple you belong to?"

"Uh..." Emerald Jewel glanced to his two companions, before he raised a front hoof and offered a small shrug. "We don't belong to a temple?"

"You don't?" The shop owner seemed surprised. "Well, not uncommon...I asked because I offer discounts to certain temples, but as you're unaffiliated...I'm afraid I cannot."

"That's okay," Emerald didn't dwell on it, and instead retrieved a paper from his satchel, placing it the counter and pushing it towards the male. "Do you have these ingredients?"

Onyx Spirit took a moment to peruse the list, which the colt had written out last night before they'd slept, on the off chance the an invisibility potion was just what they needed. Emerald knew there was some mundane items, but also some particularly difficult ones-- if he had them all, that the only told of his reputation as an alchemist, and of his prowess. The problem, however, was the cost.

"Hmm...yes, we have all these," The stallion remarked, tapping a single front hoof to the list. "But...you're aware how rare some of theses are, right?"

"Unfortunately."

"Alright. Well, how much can you pay for?" Onyx Spirit asked, so Emerald took his little coin pouch from within the contents of his satchel, and he placed it on the counter. The top loosened and the coins sagged to the side, spilling out onto the counter. The shop keeper quietly started to count them out, but the logner he went on, the more he started to grimace. Emerald knew he didn't have close to enough, but he hoped he'd at least be able to afford the majority, if he was lucky. It took some time, but the alchemist eventually managed to count it all out, and he looked down and tapped on the list.

"So...you can get everything but these last 5 items. The rare ones," He explained. "You're quite a bit short for those, I'm afraid."

"Are you sure there isn't a chance I can...persuade you to change your mind?" Ann stepped forward and her eyes simmered with demonic power. Emerald could easily tell she was using her succubus powers, and had it worked, her allure might have actually swayed his opinion. However, the shop owner merely pulled him a sly grin and tipped his head to the side, exposing a dimly lit sigil sitting right beneath his eloquent collar, just out of sight. Emerald hadn't even noticed it.

"Sorry," The adult apologetically smirked, apparently proud that he was unaffected. "The contract that I have with my own demon allows me to withstand most mental attacks."

"Oh." Ann looked disappointed, but she didn't try any more...and thankfully, Onyx Spirit didn't look offended that she tried-- he must have been familiar with her nature to not bat an eye. Instead, he looked back to Emerald, he rolled his shoulders and bwoed his head briefly in apology.

"It's okay," Emerald hummed. "Um, could I ask you to put them aside for me along with the money, and I'll come back for it later?"

"I suppose I can do that," The stallion hummed, pulling the coins towards him along with the list. "But I can only hold it for 24 hours. If you're not back here by this time tomorrow, I'll have to put your money aside, along with the ingredients. I'm not a horrible pony-- I'll keep your money aside in case you come back for it after that."

"Thank you." Emerald was honestly expecting him to be a bit of an asshole about it, but he seemed like a reliable male. With that, they have nothing much more to talk about, so they quietly bid him farewell and left.

The problem of the matter was money; if they wanted to get back to their own timeline, they'd need those ingredients, and if the had as much prowess as he showed, there was no chance of them stealing them. Emerald didn't dwell on it too much-- after all, there were quite a few ways to make money. The easiest avenue he considered first was the simple act of pickpocketing, though it was anything but. He considered himself moderately good at it, namely because he'd learn it from his friend, Ruby, who was definitely an expert in his eyes, but the problem was only he knew how. Unfortunately, despite Ann's wiles and her prowess as a succubus, she wasn't particularly good at petty theft, and they didn't have the luxury of time to make up an elaborate plan to earn some coin. With the succubus mostly sitting out of the actual thievery and keeping watch, it was up to Emerald Jewel and Pip to steal the money themselves.

That would have worked out perfectly, were it not for Pip. The leg-less demon, whilst able to make her own legs, served to be a particularly reliable thief when she was pointed in the right direction, and the best target they could eye up was merchant carts travelling through the main trade route of down, pulled by alert ponies who kept an eye out for thiefs. Pip was able to float up to the back of carriages and sneak a look inside thanks to her lack of a proper corporeal form, but no matter what they tried, it was like she was deliberately getting caught. The first time had been a disaster; the ponies holding the reigns became alerted to their presence pretty quickly thanks to Pip dropping some of the cargo inside, and they had to scarper quickly and head to another side of town. The second time, they simply tried to pickpocket a few ponies on the busy market quarter of that demonic Whitherwater, but Pip always somehow seemed to nudge them at the wrong moment to get their attention, or was simply too loud in how she tried to take their coin pouches.

After the fourth or fifth time, Emerald had started to sense a pattern, and with Ann's backup he confronted the demon, who attempted to initially wither back into the book she'd come from-- Emerald snapped it shut before she could, and she was forced to admit her wrongdoings; she'd been purposefully screwing up so that they'd get caught, because she wanted an excuse to burn somepony to a crisp and take their soul. Emerald couldn't say he was surprised, but he was disappointed, not only in her, but in himself; he had trusted she'd be on his side, but demons were always looking out for themselves, especially considering Pip wasn't exactly contracted to him in the first place.

If his plan with Pip wasn't going to work, then he'd get Ann's help to do something entirely different. They'd already wasted enough time with Pip's antics to really have no other option if they wanted to get the money quickly, so Emerald turned to the simple act of prostitution. They picked a nice, secluded alleyway that wasn't home to a street-wandering pony, and Emerald position himself at the end, behind a thick wooden dumpster so that he could remain out of sight, for the most part. In that dingy little corner, he set himself up as provocatively as possible, and Ann handed the 'front of house' work; with her demonic powers and her natural allure, she encouraged stallions to approach and offered them the 'hole of a lifetime', for a small fee...that was the plan, anyway.

"Hello, studs," Emerald perked up from his slumped, lowered position when he heard Ann speak, and he pushed his rear end up to position himself appropriately for what was to come. "Can I interest you in the tightest hole you've ever fucked? I don't mean mine, of course...but right behind me is someone very special. For a small fee, you might just get a taste."

The combo of her words alongside the proposition was hard to turn down, and in the silence that followed Emerald twisted his ears and attentively listened, hearing the jingling of coins drop into the pony's outstretched hoof. A number of clopping sounds approached soon after, and Emerald immediately recognised that there wasn't just one stallion approaching, but at least several; too many to only be two ponies, for sure. He turned his head to the side to look out the corner of his eye as, from around the side of the dumpster, 4 stallions appeared one by one in a small group. All of them had slicked-back manes that looked distinctly masculine, and they all bore some kind of muted colour to them, from the blues to the greens. Emerald didn't have a good angle to make out their cutie marks, nor did it particularly matter; he could see the demonic sigils on their body, predominantly on their necks.

"Well, she wasn't lying," The first of them, dark green in colour with a crimson red mane, approached and placed a hook on Emerald's flank. "I call first dibs."

"No fair, I saw him first." Another complained, his own body a deep rich teal, with a lighter shade for his hair, but no-one came to his defense when he protested. With a dissatisfied grunt, the first of the group tugged Emerald back, coaxing him from his planned hiding spot behind the dumpster and towards the centre of the alley, so they had room to circle around him where appropriate. The two that hadn't spoken yet took the time to check the colt out up and down, taking in the sight of his light-coloured fur and his equally as brilliantly-coloured hair. None of them asked for his name, predominantly because it didn't matter; once they had their fill, he would never see them again.

For a moment, Emerald was briefly lifted off his feet as a head delved beneath his young underside and lifted him up by the pony's snout. His hooves dangled in the air for a moment as the first of the group, the dark green stallion, abruptly flopped under him and rolled onto his back. Emerald would have recoiled at laying on the floor, so he was partly glad that the adult was going to do it for him...but he quickly realised the position he was in when the stallion lifting him up unceremoniously dropped the colt down right on that laid body. The dark green pony's flared cock was already at half-mast against his stomach, and it swung to the side as Emerald got comfortable, before standing up on end and swinging back across Emerald's flank and up to the base of his tail.

"Hope you're warmed up, kid," The stallion grunted, licking his lips. "I don't fuck around, and I paid good money for that ass."

As if to accentuate his point, he wrapped his front hooves around Emerald's tentatively positioned ass and pulled him down against the flared end. It easily flicked off the mark of the colt's asshole, bot the aid of the adult's friends held to reposition it, as if they were all eager to see the boy get fucked. The thick, wedged tip kneaded and pressed against Emerald's ass, but as was demonstrated the day before, the young colt was more than capable of taking it. He relaxed himself and pushed down, willingly letting that horsecock spear his behind, and with a grunt he felt his ring stretch to accommodate it. At first, the tip of it flared and swelled even more and made it difficult for Emerald to push his ass down, but it eventually receded, and the colt sighed as it finally managed to slip inside. With Ann's help earlier, the colt had lubed himself up, just a little-- he was prepared for a stallion or two, and had no doubt their 'enjoyment' of his ass would make each subsequent 'client' easier to manage.

The stallion hiffed through gritted teeth as Emerald sunk down, but the colt barely had time to moan before someone else demanded his attention. As he sunk his ass all the way to the base of that thick, adult horsecock, his view was obscured by another, who rested the length of their cock across his face, right between his eyes, whilst they planted their hooves on either side of the male beneath them. It was the second stallion from just a few moments ago, with that teal fur, who demanded his attention, and Emerald didn't hesitate to angle his mouth upwards to lick along the underside as the stallion beneath him groaned from pleasure, his pelvis meeting with the colt's squeezing ring.

The other two watched as Emerald was fucked from both sides-- the one above the colt pulled back until the flared end of his cock met with the boy's muzzle, and as he did so the stallion beneath him loosened his grip from around Emerald's ass, allowing him the liberty to rise. The colt did so whilst pursing his lips as best he could, despite the lack of an appropriate shape, suckling on the end of that thick cock as he lifted his hips. He paused when his entrance felt that medial ring, then plunged down again, hearing the adult beneath him huff his approval and tighten his grip ever so slightly, as if offering him some quiet praise.

"Mmh...think you can take it, kid?" The teal-coloured stallion above him murmured, nudging and pressing the end of that cock to Emerald's muzzle, firmer each time. He wanted to say no, but chances are he could try, despite the fact he hadn't done so for the other guy the day before. Was it because he was actually a little turned on, or was it something else entirely? He couldn't tell, but regardless, he parted his muzzle and opened his mouth as wide as he could. Much like the other horsecock before, the flared end made it difficult at first, but as the stallion relaxed himself and the tip shrunk enough for it to fit in the colt's mouth. As soon as it passed his teeth, the stallion thrust and Emerald's eyes widened as he slammed all the way to the back of his throat, teasing the flesh and threatening to penetrate down. For a moment, Emerald couldn't breathe, but the stallion eventually slid back and sighed, giving the colt enough room to suck in a breath.

He rose again, slowly yet methodically, as those hooves loosened around his hips, and as he lifted himself up his mouth was forced to angle to accommodate the cock-- unfortunately, he could only rise so far, for his head easily bumped with the teal stallion's chest before he could move any further. When he paused, the dark green pony beneath him yanked him down onto his cock again, and at the same time the other pony thrust, pushing the fat end of his cock down towards the colt's throat again. Emerald endured, all in the hopes of having a steady amount of coins to head home...and ultimately, he couldn't say he disliked it. The horsecock slamming deep into his young insides very easily probed his prostate and caused his own young length to sag and hang limply beneath him, resting across the dark green stallion's underbelly.

Just like that, they eased into a steady rhythm, but they wouldn't go at it for long. Where Emerald put in the work to lift and angle himself, the stallions did the pushing and shoving, making as much use out of the young pony as they could. They talked amongst themselves, making jeering comments about how tight or attentive he was, and those that were 'waiting in line' were expressing their impatience. Each turgid thrust and hump of their cocks sends sparks of both discomfort and pleasure across his body. He shuddered as the stallion above him pushed hard enough to stretch his throat, and as the horsecock plunged down, Emerald strained to keep himself upright, unable to breathe as the length plunged back and forth. Thankfully, the pony didn't need much to finish; he pumped harder and faster until, after only a handful of moments and a number of thrusts, he pumped a thick and pent-up load right down the colt's throat and directly into his stomach. Emerald endured for as long as he was able, gulped and swallowing what he could as he felt his head grow more and more light-headed.

The teal stallion inevitably pulled back and withdrew completely, but Emerald only got a couple of moments to suck in a couple of gulps of air before another stallion, dark red in colour with a black mane, replaced his thick frame. This pony was more heavy-set and horny than the other, and didn't even ask for Emerald's permission as he humped his hips forward, his cock springing upwards with arousal until it met with the colt's lips. Despite that, the boy was receptive, and Ann watched from a distance as the colt opened his mouth to take the second cock, which shoved in and pushed all the way down his throat as the first one had.

What surprised Emerald the most was how long the pony beneath him was lasting-- in the time it had taken for the one above to finish and be replaced, he still appeared to be nowhere near done, but it was clear he was enjoying himself; in his urgency to fuck, he started to lift Emerald up without asking, trying to wriggle and push his hips up into the colt's ass without any kind of leverage on the ground. Emerald's main focus was on making sure the pony above him was as pleasured as possible; the longer he took, the more dangerous it'd be, though Ann was on standby in case of emergency. Each time that cock thrust and pushed harshly down into his throat, the colt's insides instinctively squeezed and milked the other member by extension; they could have met in the middle, for all he knew.

"Fuck, this colt's nice and tight...I'm gonna bust already!" The stallion beneath Emerald remarked, and he started to thrust with a greater intensity, barely lasting a handful of seconds more. He pulled back and lifted Emerald all the way before yanking him down onto his cock multiple times until he abruptly and snugly pressed him as far down as he could go, until that flaring horsecock bulged his stomach. The length throbbed wildly inside him and twitched with each orgasming spurt, causing the boy's belly to swell ever so slightly each time. The stallion settled there for a moment before the complaints of the last guy yet to have his turn made him move-- he lifted Emerald up, who was still taking that cock into his muzzle as much as he could, and for a moment that flared end kept the cock stuck inside, until it eventually came out with a sickening 'pop'. The splattering noises that followed were a clear indication of the pony's pent-up lust, but he'd had his fill-- moments later, the last of the group of four took his place.

Emerald had barely registered what the last pony looked like, mainly because his vision was completely obscured by the pistoning length of the crimson-furred adult in front of him, fucking and using his throat. The colt felt the other cock already started to probe his used ass and he thrust in without warning, taking advantage of the sloppy seconds to use as easy lubricant; it was more than enough. In a better position to handle his own thrusts, that particular stallion was rough but measured, sliding mostly from all the way towards his flared end down to the base with each thrust. Though his movements were slow, they were fierce; it took everything in Emerald not to completely wince, but he couldn't deny the pleasure either-- his half limp horsecock swung between his legs, pooling dribbles of pre-cum on the floor.

"Fuck yeah, take it...all...!" The stallion above him shuddered-- honestly, hir orgasm was right on time. Emerald could only hold his breath for a couple of minutes, if that. The adult sped up for just a moment or so before he plunged forwards and came down Emerald's throat, filling his stomach with yet another load of cum that mixed with the previous pony's own. Each wet spurt had Emerald squirming, but he tried not to thrash around too much in the hopes he may get some air sooner rather than later-- the pony behind him, meanwhile, continued to pump and slam his hips back and forth as his pleasure grew; the only thing Emerald had to go off of was how much the pony snorted and huffed with his thrusts, as if that were any indication of how close he was.

In front of him, the stallion inevitably slid back, leaving a thick, messy trail of cum as he pulled back enough for his cock to slip out from Emerald's throat, allowing the colt to breath. It took everything in Emerald not to cough until the horsecock was out of his mouth completely, but when it finally was he hung his head, gasping for air. He hated to admit it, but it had been kind of hot-- neither stallion had noticed, but he'd effectively painted the floor beneath him with his own orgasm, one that he'd barely felt whilst being speared at both ends, but the hazy hum of his post-climax bliss was recognisable, at least. With that, he patiently waited and squeezed his insides around that intruding cock, feeling it bump with his oversensitive prostate, and he endured, gritted his teeth and sucking in gulps of air through them.

The stallion was done rather quickly, thankfully-- perhaps it was in part due to the amount of cum in the colt's ass already providing him with some much-needed lubrication, or maybe the stallion was just pent up, but shortly after the 3rd of the group was done, the pony pushed forwards and almost knocked Emerald off his feet with the force of his thrust, and the young colt soon felt the telltale throbbing combined with the pony's long, laboured groans, indicating his release. Emerald felt a little full from taking so many loads, and as the stallion above him thrust a little more, he silently begged himself for some reason afterwards. The clouds overhead were already starting to darken; it would be night soon.

"Oh Asphyxious, that was good..." The pony murmured and slid back, shuddering as he withdrew and, like the first, his horsecock pulling out with a wet, squelching pop. The splatter of cum that followed made Emerald embarrassed, but the stallions didn't care; having had their fill, they made excuses the leave and abruptly dispersed shortly thereafter, leaving Emerald on his own. Ann quietly approached, with Pip's book resting on her back, and when Emerald met her gaze she could see some degree of sympathy...and desire.

"How much did we make?" He asked.

"Enough," She assured him. "Let's go and get some rest."

That was easier said than done. They couldn't return to the same inn as before without having to 'pay for their night', somehow, and they couldn't afford to spend any more money when they needed those alchemical ingredients. For a little while they wandered in an attempt to find somewhere, but Emerald could only endure the physical exhaustion and the stares of those around him for so long before he grew too tired to continue. In the end, they found themselves on the edges of Whitherwater in the most impoverished sections of the city, and they made their bed in a burned-down, abandoned house. There was no roof to speak of, not blankets or covers to keep him warm, so Emerald bundled himself down beneath the charred ruins of the staircase, and Ann slipped into position beside him to keep him warm. At his request, Pip turned herself into a small fire, and the heat helped immensely as the night grew colder.

Emerald found himself drifting off to sleep easily, his dreams muddied by the events of the day before...but in that was a sense of relief. He'd be home by tomorrow, of that he was certain. 

What the trio weren't expecting, however, was the small group of ponies who laid in wait in the darkness beyond, drawn in by the allure of the flickering light.