Title:           Goldilocks: A Tatzlpony Tale (Part 8) NSFW
Author:          AngryWino
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First Edit:      Saturday 23rd of January 2016 12:36:52 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Thursday 25th of February 2016 01:32:54 PM CDT

>Goldie surges into your chest, pressing you back into the comfy chair, and wraps her forehooves around you, sobbing.
>You've sat with her through crying jags before, so you fall back on what worked before.
>You wrap one arm around her and cradle her head against your chest, stroking her mane, and whispering soothingly into her ear.
>The tears keep coming, shuddering sobs wracking her whole body.
>This is new.
>Fluttershy alights alongside, and adds her efforts as well.
>Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Rarity turn and glare at Discord.
>"What? I didn't do anything, it was her book!" He points at Twilight Sparkle.
>Pinkie Pie comes over and tries to interest Goldie in a squeaky toy.
>"How exactly were you going to make things easy, Discord?" Twilight demands.
>"Well, for one, I would have tried to spare the lady's feelings. But you're missing an essential point here."
>"And what point is that?"
>With a flash, Discord is now wearing a professorial robe and cap, bearing the seal of the Royal Academy of Magic.
>"Where did you say you got that book from?"
>"From the Ancient Castle of the Pony Sisters, of course."
>"Right! And how long has that distinguished edifice lain abandoned, at the center of the Everfree Forest?"
>"Well obviously, since Princess Luna..." she trails off, then whispers, "A thousand years..."
>"Right again. So what does that tell you about Tatzlponies?"
>"No one has ever even seen a Tatzlpony in centuries."
>"And they're magical chimeras. Now, a wild population could have survived all this time, but without magical support, it's unlikely."
>"OMIGOSH!" Twilight races over to examine Goldie anew, though she's still weeping into your chest.
>"She's so young! My age, almost, but who would dare?"
>"Ah don't get it Twilight, who would dare what?" Applejack asks.
>She turns to face the rest.
>"I think someone is breeding them, and she escaped!"
>Discord presses a scroll into her mouth and applauds.
>"Bravo, Princess Twilight! Go to the head of the class!"
 
>Twilight spits out the scroll, giving Discord a dirty look.
>You stand, keeping one hand protectively on Goldie's head.
"Look, this is all very interesting, but please don't neglect Goldie's feelings."
>Twilight gives a guilty start.
"If it's all the same to you, I'm going to take her back to her room now."
>Goldilocks nods and gets to her hooves.
>"Oh but wait, it gets more interesting!" Discord promises.
"Yeah, I'll hear all about it when I get back. There are still some answers I want."
>You and Goldilocks leave the library.
>She walks alongside you in silence, sniffling, her head down, her tail drooping.
>You keep one hand on her back, hoping that she still finds reassurance in your presence.
>You reach your room and follow her in.
>You made the bed up that morning, but you don't complain when she hops up on it and lays down, curled up.
>You go and get a fresh face towel from the bath, and use it to gently dry her tears, stroking her mane.
"You heard what they said, that book is centuries old. It's not talking about you."
>She looks up at you.
"You decide who you are. Not some book."
>The cry is finally running out of steam, and Goldilocks sits up, leaning her head against your chest.
"You're listening to my heart, aren't you?"
>She nods, sniffling.
"As long as it beats, I will come back to you, okay?"
>You stand up, and a tentacle immediately streams to your face.
**Please! Don't go...
>Another tentacle wraps around your wrist, and pulls your hand to her face.
>You sigh and sit back down, and she lays her head in your lap.
"I think there's more going on than we know about, and I still think they're our best chance of finding out what that is."
**I don't want to know anymore. Can't we just go back into the forest? Just you and me...
>You stroke her mane as her forelegs encircle your waist.
**I was happy there, with you...
"We can't, and you know we can't."
>Goldie raises her head from your lap to look you in the eyes.
 
"I think that if we run from this now, then we're never going to be able to stop running."
>She lowers her eyes, resting her forehead on your chest, and you scratch her ears.
"The time comes when you have to turn and fight. And I will fight, to keep you safe."
**Promise?
"Promise."
>You remove your jacket and drape it over her shoulders.
"You okay now?"
>She raises her muzzle to your face.
**I will be. If you come back.
>You kiss her forehead, and you feel her tongue flick out and lick your neck.
"I will."
>You stand to go.
**Come back soon.
"I will."
Goldilocks recovers her tentacles and watches you go.
 
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>When you arrive back at the library, it sounds as though an argument is in progress.
>But it falls silent when you open the doors and survey the scene.
>Twilight is glaring at Discord, who is wearing a ridiculous frilly orange tuxedo, complete with orange top hat.
>He's carrying a cane topped with a cartoony brass version of the Princess.
>"How is Goldilocks?" Fluttershy asks.
"She's upset."
>You go back to the comfy chair and sit down.
"Is this all I missed?"
>"Mostly," Applejack informs you.
"Chaos, in other words."
>"It's kind of my thing," Discord admits with pride.
"How did you know about Goldilocks?"
>"I'm much older than my roguish good looks might lead you to believe. But then," Discord adds, his expression souring, "I did spend over a thousand years turned to stone."
>"But he won't tell us who's responsible." Twilight interjects.
>The ridiculous tuxedo vanishes. "Only because I don't have all the answers myself."
"Okay, what about me?"
>Discord snorts. "What about you?"
"How did I get here?"
>Discord shrugs. "As I said, I don't have all the answers. But I do admit to a certain fascination."
"Why is that?"
>"Humans are creatures out of myth and legend - the subject of tales that were already ancient when I was young."
 
>Discord vanishes and reappears behind you.
>He rests a lion's paw on one of your shoulders, and an eagle claw on the other.
>"It's said they accomplished mighty ambitions, but they became too ambitious."
>"No one knows what really happened to them, and the tales there are all say different things."
>"As I said, chaos is my thing, but those stories really take the cake! I can't wait to get inside your head and find out what makes you tick!"
>A yellow hoof pokes Discord in the ribs, and he looks to see Fluttershy giving him a very stern look indeed.
>"Er, what I mean to say is, I'm sure we'll be the very best of friends. Better?"
>Fluttershy pats his head in approval and gives him a cookie.
>And with that, Discord vanishes.
>"Spike, I need to send a letter to Princess Celestia. Meet me in the study."
>"I hope Goldilocks feels better soon, Anonymous," Fluttershy tells you.
"She's resting now. I think today was just a bit much for her."
>"How about you?"
"I'll manage."
>"You should bring her by Sugarcube Corner later, Nonny," Pinkie Pie tells you, "I'm an expert at cheering ponies up!"
"Thanks."
>Applejack gets up to leave. "Well, that was another weird morning."
>"You gotta take what Discord says with a big grain of salt, buddy," Rainbow Dash tells you. "He likes to mess with ponies' heads."
>You stand up.
"If you'll excuse me, I'd better go and make sure that Goldie's okay."
>"Of course," Princess Twilight tells you.
>"And Anon, sorry about earlier."
"I'm sure Goldilocks will appreciate it when you tell her so yourself."
>As you walk out of the library, you hear Rarity talking to Twilight.
>"Well, he's in a mood..."
 
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>Goldilocks is sitting by the window when you return, watching the activity in the square below, holding your jacket to her chest.
"You want to talk?"
>Her ear flickers, but she displays no other reaction.
>You reach into the satchel and withdraw one of the wrapped packages.
 
>Her ear flickers again as you wind the key, and she turns to look at you.
>You sit down next to her on the floor and set the music box on the window sill.
>When you open the lid, Goldie's face shows that she recognizes the tune.
>It was her first time ever hearing music, in an old caravan in the woods.
"I came back as soon as I could."
>Goldilocks leans up against you, resting her head on your shoulder.
"Rough morning."
>She presses a tentacle to your head.
**I've had better.
"I'm sorry I left, but I had to know."
**I know.
**I appreciate what you're trying to do, but right now, I just need you to be here with me.
>She turns to look you in the eyes.
**I need you to be here FOR me.
>You give her ears a skritch, and she leans into you again.
**You do still trust me, right?
"Yes."
**I have to admit, I haven't completely trusted you.
>You feel a weight settle in your gut.
"What do you mean?"
**You know that I've been alone, on my own for a long time, but you don't know why.
**I don't like to think about it, but I think you need to know.
>You take a deep breath.
**Twilight Sparkle is right, I ran away. And you need to know why I ran.
 
>You nod.
"If you're ready to tell me."
>Goldie rears up on her hind legs and goes for a hug, which you return.
**Lie down on the bed.
"Um, you're just going to tell a story, right?"
**Sort of.
"Do you need to..."
**No, I just want you to be comfortable.
/Ah./
>She recovers her tentacle and stands.
>Walking over, you lie down and get comfortable, and Goldie hops up shortly after you, settling herself comfortably at your side.
>She lays her head on your chest, above your heart, her expression disquieted.
>She extends a tentacle to your face, caressing you gently before settling to its accustomed place at your temple.
**Please believe me, I would never do anything to hurt you, but you might find this disturbing.
"More disturbing than being swallowed?"
>She smiles, weakly.
**Fair point, I suppose.
**These are memories I've kept buried for a long time. You're about to experience events as I did, but they're just memories.
>She takes a deep breath.
**They can't hurt you.
>You place a hand atop her head as a second tentacle curls towards your face.
**Relax. Try not to think of anything.
>The second tentacle makes careful contact with your other temple.
>Goldilocks closes her eyes in concentration.
>And suddenly you're in a cave, lying on rough stone, the only light coming from flickering torches.
>You shiver against the cold, until a tentacle gathers you into the warm side of a Tatzlpony with a tan coat, red markings, and a golden mane.
>You look up at (not so much word as concept) mother, and she smiles at you, stroking your brow with a second tentacle.
>You realize that these are (Goldilocks') memories - you are seeing things from her point-of-view.
>Reassurance and comfort radiates from mother's touch.
>A noise, nearby.
>A spark of fear from her link.
>Creatures, bipedal, enter the cave.
>Mother glares in defiance.
>The creatures speak, but you get no meaning (she didn't know language yet)
 
>You (she) catch a glimpse of one of the creatures' cruel, pig-like visage, as it spits on you (her) in contempt.
>Mother hisses as a larger Tatzlpony wearing plain leather armor steps into view.
>Its tentacles carry a wooden war club with iron studs.
>Mother fixes her eyes defiantly on the soldier as he raises the club.
>Your (her) mind is suddenly filled with an overwhelming, commanding thought...
>RUN!
>The link breaks.
>The soldier swings his club, and something warm splashes across your (her) back.
>And you (she) runs.
>You (she) has no idea where you're (she's) going, you (she) just run.
>You (she) dash past the porcine creatures, who raise cries of alarm.
>The passage twists, and you (she) see other, barred openings, through which other Tatzlponies look in surprise.
>More cries of alarm are raised
>She (you) skids to a stop, confronted with a yawning chasm, and turns to skirt its edge.
>Then suddenly, she (you) is seized about the hind leg, and finds herself (yourself) airborne.
>Sailing into darkness, falling.
>Bouncing off rough stone.
>SPLASH!
>Cold water, swift current.
>Fighting to the surface, gasping for air.
>Darkness.
>Rushing water echoing off stone.
>Carried along, gasping for breath.
>Then sudden, unaccustomed light, and falling...
/Falling!/
>You jolt awake, breathing hard, and startling Goldilocks, who immediately shuffles closer to you on the bed, her eyes bright with tears.
>You sit up and look around, reassuring yourself that you're in the castle guest room, as your breathing begins to slow.
**Anon! You're safe!
>You focus on Goldilocks' face, and she wraps her forelegs around you, pressing you to her, and nuzzling your neck.
**You're safe.
>A warm, reassuring feeling floods into your mind from her link, like when you first met.
**I'm sorry, I had to tell you...
"They killed her!"
>She flinches at the sound of your voice, but squeezes you tight.
>You return her embrace, your breathing almost normal.
 
**What do you remember seeing last?
>You close your eyes, seeing the images in your mind.
"A subterranean river, I think."
>She nods, slacking her grip on you so she can look you in the eyes again.
**It opened into a waterfall into another river. I was carried along until I was able to fight my way into the shallows.
"They tried to kill you too."
**Remember what the book said, about mares?
>You swallow as you realize.
/Whoever they were, they killed her mother because they didn't want her./
/They tried to kill Goldilocks simply because they didn't want her./
/They wanted soldiers./
/Whoever they are, they're not only breeding Tatzlponies./
/They're raising an army./
>Goldie draws you close to her again.
**Now you know my story, except for one thing.
"I guess you learned to survive from animals in the wild."
**Yes, but that's not what I meant.
**I wandered alone, surviving for many years, but it was so terrible to be alone.
**One night I despaired. I wanted nothing more than someone to talk to me. I wished so hard for my loneliness to end, and I cried myself to sleep.
>She shifts her head to look you in the eyes again, and smiles.
**The very next day, I met you!
>She kisses you, briefly, then hugs you to her once more.
**They tried to kill me, but they couldn't. I tried to save myself, but I couldn't.
**You saved me.
 
>You are Anonymous.
>You are a stranger in a strange land.
>And for the second time, Goldilocks has rendered you utterly speechless.
>No one you can think of has ever needed you in the way Goldilocks has just confessed that she needed you.
>You sense, in this moment, that words would only be hollow and inadequate.
>So you do the only thing you can.
>You gently draw your arms about her, and just hold her close.
>Goldilocks responds to your embrace by nuzzling your neck, and you feel a trail of small kisses there.
>You know her feelings for you are genuine, and now you also have a sense for just how deep they run.
>And to your surprise, you discover that you feel the same for her.
**Anon, I have something to ask of you.
>In this moment, if she were to ask you for the moon, you would find a way to get it for her.
"What's that?"
>She nuzzles your neck again, and you feel tears on her cheeks.
**Whatever happens, please don't push me away.
>Her warm breath washes over your neck, and she pulls her head back to look you in the eye.
**Don't push me away anymore.
>Yeah, you hadn't really been thinking about her feelings in those situations.
>You stroke her mane and return her gaze.
"I'm sorry that I ever did."
"And I promise, I never will again."
>And you mean it.
>She withdraws her tentacles, breaking the link, and leans in, planting her plush lips against yours and closing her eyes.
>This time you return her kiss.
>Presently you feel her tongue flick against your lips, requesting rather than demanding access.
>You allow it, your own tongue rising to meet hers as she gently presses into you.
>There's no wrestling for control or wild abandon here, just the tender exploration of two people coming together.
>Goldilocks leans her weight into you, rolling you over onto your back on the bed, and lying cozily beside you, one foreleg across your shoulders.
 
>After a moment, she breaks the kiss, sitting up on her haunches and smiling at you.
>Just smiling.
>Then she opens her mouth and two of her tentacles curl out, and begin to undo the buttons on your shirt.
>Their dexterity is surprising, as they make short work of each button and move on to the next one.
>Helping her out, you remove your tie, tossing it onto the floor.
>When she has dealt with all the fasteners, you oblige her by shedding your shirt as well.
>Her eyes on yours, she lies down beside you again, as all three of her tentacles slither across your chest.
>It's an interesting sensation, and Anon Jr. seems to think so as well.
>They're not exactly groping, not heading for sensitive areas, as you might expect.
>They're just gradually feeling their way across, tracing the lines and contours of your body.
>Her tentacles are her sense organs, and you realize that she is exploring, touching to discover...
/Well, two can play at that game./
>You bring your hands up to her face, then slowly trail them down her soft coat, exploring her body with the lightest of touches.
>Goldilocks closes her eyes and shivers, her breathing picking up.
>You come to her hindquarters and slide your hands around to her backside, and she presses into you, purring.
>Lightly drawing a single finger up the curve of her spine causes her eyes to fly open in surprise, and she shivers again, nestling into you.
>One hind leg slowly slides across your midsection, and her tail wraps around your leg.
>Her tentacles, meanwhile, have also begun to concentrate more on areas that she noticed responded to her touch.
>Exploring further, you reach the base of her tail, and she lets out a surprised squeak when you experimentally knead the thick muscle where it connects to her torso.
>With one foreleg she draws you closer so that she can run her tongue over your throat.
>That's one of your sensitive spots, and she seems to know it.
>Gently kneading the large muscles at the top of her hind leg also produces a reaction - she tightens her grip on you and sighs longingly into your neck.
 
>One tentacle finds its way to your face, gently probing.
>Again, experimenting, you gently grasp the appendage and guide it to your lips, where you plant a kiss right on the tip.
>The effect is electric - you feel her limbs and tail tighten as she spasms.
>Your trousers will need laundering again.
>Releasing her tentacle, you shift your hand to her ears and rub gently as she clutches you, whimpering with delight.
>After a moment, her tentacles gradually retract, and she sits up to look at you, before coming in for another kiss.
>The passion is greater, but still tempered with a gentle calm, as her breath fills your nostrils with that sweet smell you remember.
>She breaks the kiss, following it up with one to the nose, and then her tentacles uncurl from her mouth again, headed south.
>Out of curiosity, you merely watch.
>Belt, button, zipper, all dealt with in rapid order.
>Yep, she knows how to undo pants, but she's disappointed that she can't push them any further than the tops of your thighs.
"Um, you'll need to move your tail."
>With a sheepish grin, she uncoils her tail from your leg, and pushes your pants down.
>You kick them onto the floor.
>Again, her tentacles gently explore every inch of your newly exposed skin, tracing lines and contours, and coiling about.
>More than an just an interesting sensation now, there is deliberate action there, and your own breathing begins to quicken.
>Your mutual exploration this time is quicker, more impatient.
>Stroking her belly, you reach down as far as you can, your gentle touch causing her to shiver with anticipation once more.
>Between her hind legs you encounter warmth and moisture.
>And you feel something gently curl around one of your fingers.
/What the.../
>She reacts with a surprised gasp, and then a tentacle wraps around your wrist, guiding your hand away.
"What was..."
>"Sssshhh..."
>She withdraws her tentacles from your legs and groin and sits up, focusing on your face.
 
>Standing, she raises one hind leg and carefully steps over you.
>Once she has firm footing, she raises a foreleg and steps over you, positioning her body above yours.
>Goldilocks bends her forelegs, gradually settling the warm weight of her barrel atop you, her hind legs following suit a moment later.
>Her muscular tail, twitching gently, settles between your legs.
>She playfully flicks your nose with her tongue, then extends two tentacles to your temples.
>The link is accompanied by a wave of colorful passion and pleasure, and palpable excitement.
>She gazes into your eyes.
**I want you to feel this along with me. I want us to feel it together.
>She kisses you and smiles at you playfully as she extends her forelegs, now resting more of her weight on her haunches.
>Her warm, silky belly slides over yours.
>You feel her warmth and her moisture against you.
**I probably should have warned you before...
/Dem eyes.../
**My mouth isn't the only place that there are tentacles.
/Wait, wh.../
>Something warm and moist curls around your member and pulls it inside of her.
>You both gasp as you feel the sensation of entering her, both from your perspective and from hers.
>Goldilocks closes her eyes in bliss as whatever is down there slithers along your length, pulling you deeper in.
>With a sigh, Goldilocks sits back, bringing her weight into play and fully enveloping you.
>A warm wave of satisfaction washes over your mind from her link as you feel her muscles twitch and undulate around you.
**So warm...
>Refocusing her eyes on yours, she begins to move - slowly disgorging you only to draw you back inside.
>Sliding your hands up her forelegs you hold on and prepare yourself for the ride.
>You've been with women before, but they felt nothing like this.
>Her warmth grasps onto you firmly, needfully, as her movements acquire speed and urgency.
>You move with her instinctively, your own need rising to meet hers.
>You feel her excitement rising through the link, in harmony with your own, as the pace of her movement increases.
 
>Now, as you teeter on the brink, one thought from her link fills your mind, even your being...
**I love you!
>The climax washes over you both like an ocean wave.
>Now you see what she meant by wanting you to feel this along with her.
>The sensation of her climax washes into you like a raging river, driving your own excitement even higher as she bucks against you.
>It's like a feedback loop, her feelings and sensations added to yours, and yours added to hers.
>The combined climax washes back and forth between your minds like a tidal wave as you release.
>You sit up and wrap your arms around her, holding on for all you're worth.
>As the waves begin to subside, you whisper to her...
"I love you too..."
>And the feelings surge over you both again.
>Forsaking her support, she wraps her forelegs around you and you both collapse back on the bed, riding the waves back and forth.
>You cling to one another until the flood subsides, leaving you both feeling utterly spent.
>Slowly, your breathing returns to normal as your mind tries to process what just happened to it.
>A warm, contented glow suffuses your thoughts from Goldie's link.
>Finally, she begins to relax her grip, instead nestling against you and cooing softly.
>Raising your head you kiss her muzzle, and are rewarded with an affectionate lick of her tongue.
**Thank you...
/What for?/
**For keeping your promise.
>In this moment you want nothing more than to be with her, so you reach for the quilt.
**Here, let me.
>A tentacle reaches down and grasps the fabric, pulling it up so you can reach it.
>Sighing, you cover Goldie and yourself with the quilt as she cuddles against you, then wrap your arms around her.
>The echoes of your lovemaking quietly fade from her link, replaced now by a sense of peace, warmth, and security.
>You close your eyes and your mind begins to drift.
>You hear the silvery tinkle of a mischievous giggle in your mind.
**Round two when?
"I'm going to need a moment or two."
 
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