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Pulp Spike and MS Paint - search for Neverbloom Cactus

By HisLordOfLongLeaf
Created: 2020-12-22 17:18:27
Expiry: Never

  1. 1.
    >it's dark in the back of the wagon.
  2. 2.
    >you feel the rough woodon your hooves as you look around the shady space.
  3. 3.
    >your name is MS.Paint and in two days time you were going to paint the rare never bloom cactus when it will finally reveal it's flower out in the desert.
  4. 4.
    >it had been a long train ride to Apple Loosa and from there a longer wagon ride to Shady Sands.
  5. 5.
    >checking over your supplies you feel the wagon pull to a stop.
  6. 6.
    >"we're here miss!"
  7. 7.
    "out in a second"
  8. 8.
    >hoping out the back of the wagon you hand over your bits to the two gentlecolts pulling the wagon.
  9. 9.
    >turning towards the small settler town you smile to yourself.
  10. 10.
    >Shady Sands, you made it.
  11. 11.
    "thank you ever so much you two, goodbye Speedwagon goodbye Reo"
  12. 12.
    >"goodbye miss" they both chirp in unison.
  13. 13.
    >walking into the centre of the tiny town you look around for the tavern where your supposed to meet your desert guide.
  14. 14.
    >spotting the obvious sign of the tavern you walk towards it.
  15. 15.
    >the sign is of a gallows with the words "the last drop" carved into the wood.
  16. 16.
    >stepping walking into the tavern the smell of cheap whiskey and tobacco smoke.
  17. 17.
    >sitting at the bar nursing her wounds is your guide.
  18. 18.
    >the grey mare is facing the door with her front hooves in bandages and she's covered in small cuts and abrasions.
  19. 19.
    >you she's your guide because she's waving at you and shouting your name.
  20. 20.
    >trotting up to you the grey mare smiles warmly.
  21. 21.
    >"howdy there Ms.Paint! it's me! Pulp Spike"
  22. 22.
    >she offers you a bandaged hoof to shake but as you make contact she pulls you into a tight hug.
  23. 23.
    >"eyy haha, I gotcha like pony grabber"
  24. 24.
    "a what?"
  25. 25.
    >your question is met by more friendly squeezing, you swear you can feel her nuzzling you too.
  26. 26.
    >"ya see a pony grabber is a desert guardian, they disguise themselves as cacti and grab unsuspecting ponies in the desert.
  27. 27.
    >pulling away from the hug she smiles at you.
  28. 28.
    >"are ya ready to get goin?"
  29. 29.
    "as ready as I'll ever be"
  30. 30.
    >"great! lemme just grab my gear and we'll be off!"
  31. 31.
    >grabbing a patchwork poncho off her chair and picking up a bindle she slings it over her shoulder.
  32. 32.
    >"ready!"
  33. 33.
    >walking out of the tavern with Pulp Spike behind you, you hear a loud crash.
  34. 34.
    >turning around you see her strugggling in a fight with a potted cactus.
  35. 35.
    >"I'l get ya, you pesky pony grabber!"
  36. 36.
    >the ccactus is somehow winning the fight every swing Pulp Spike throws lands her with more cuts on her hooves.
  37. 37.
    >a large stallion is soon pulling her away from her foe, his dark grey mane billowing in the wind and his boxing glove cutie mark catches your eye.
  38. 38.
    >"Redgum! lemme go!"
  39. 39.
    >"ya ain't to be smashing me plants and ya know it lil Pulp!"
  40. 40.
    >"S-sorry Redgum"
  41. 41.
    >"Celestia knows I don't want ya gettin' hurt Pulp, why ya gotta go thrashing every cactus ya see?"
  42. 42.
    >"if I don't smash it I don't know if it's a pony grabber"
  43. 43.
    >"come on luv, ya know that's an old mares tale"
  44. 44.
    >the pinned pony just rolls her eyes.
  45. 45.
    >letting her go Redgum looks you over before walking back into his tavern.it's a saloon but I forgot the word for it
  46. 46.
    >regaining her composure Pulp trots over to you, her smile returning.
  47. 47.
    >"j-just a bit of fun between us, he likes to tease me is all"
  48. 48.
    >her eyes are tearing up slightly.
  49. 49.
    >"ya ready to head off then?"
  50. 50.
    >nodding, you follow her lead as she walks away from the small town.
  51. 51.
    >as she leads you into the desert you see her eyeing up every cactus with a mixture of hatred, distrust and fear.
  52. 52.
    >as you look back on the town you can see ponies coming out of there houses to watch you go.
  53. 53.
    "so how long have you been a desert guide?"
  54. 54.
    >"all ma life, all of the pulps have been guides, cept for my uncle fiction but we don't talk 'bout him much.
  55. 55.
    "and why don't you talk about him?"
  56. 56.
    >"no idea, we don't talk about it"
  57. 57.
    >the journey soon begins as the two of you trot into the desert.
  58. 58.
    >with the sun midway across the sky the heat soon beomes a nuisance.
  59. 59.
    >"you okay? not too hot? we can stop for water if you'd like"
  60. 60.
    >she's looking back at you, herr poncho billowing in the light desert breeze.
  61. 61.
    "I wouldn't mid a quick stop"
  62. 62.
    >you manage you speak through pants.
  63. 63.
    >"great, we'll stop over by that big boulder!"
  64. 64.
    >she points a good few hundred meters away to a large red rock in the sands.
  65. 65.
    >"we can eat some food as well so don't you worry"
  66. 66.
    >a few moments later and you're next to the boulder, the food is cactus
  67. 67.
    >the cactus actually tastes rather nice, you greedily eat as the cool liquid sloshes down your throat.
  68. 68.
    "I must say this is very nice"
  69. 69.
    >Pulp Spike is ignoring you, instead she is slowly sneaking up on a large cactus.
  70. 70.
    >she pounces.
  71. 71.
    >she yells
  72. 72.
    >she gets pricked
  73. 73.
    >she yells again
  74. 74.
    "um, are you okay?"
  75. 75.
    >"I'm fine! did the dam cactus run away?"
  76. 76.
    "um no... it's still there, you sure you're alright?"
  77. 77.
    >quickly regaining her composure she trots back over to you.
  78. 78.
    >"yes I'm fine silly, you ready to get going?"
  79. 79.
    >following her lead you march away from the rock, passing what you notice might be your own hoof prints in the sand.
  80. 80.
    >the desesrt heat might be playing tricks on you and you put your faith in Pulp Spike and her abilities.
  81. 81.
    >the hot, coarse sand rubs agaisnt your hooves as your saddle bag bounces lazily on your back.
  82. 82.
    >"we'll be there by sundown and it'll bloom in the morning, I hear that only two other pegasi will be there, Dire and Straits, heard of them?"
  83. 83.
    >you shake your head in response noticing the sand fall out of your mane, you don't like sand, it's coarse and rough and iritating and it gets everywhere.
  84. 84.
    >you stop shaking your head when you realise that being in front of you means she can't see you... stupid pony.
  85. 85.
    "I can't say I have, have you?"
  86. 86.
    >"never met them but I hear Dire is a cut above the rest when it comes to desert flying, they call her the desert rose"
  87. 87.
    >listening to her talk you notice the slow and lazy swishing of her tail, the slow motion with the heavy desert heat is almost hypnotic.
  88. 88.
    >"ah hope ya don't mind but we gotta cuddle to share body heat tonight, otherwise you'll be mighty cold"
  89. 89.
    >the sudden mention of intimacy pulls you to reality and you trot up close to her side.
  90. 90.
    "I don't mind at all"
  91. 91.
    >"good, cause I don't wanna freeze toight"
  92. 92.
    >she slips a hoof around your shoulder, pulling you close.
  93. 93.
    >"at least if you freeze I still get paid"
  94. 94.
    >laughing nervously you nod, noticing her smile thou makes you realise that she is of course joking.
  95. 95.
    >soon the sun is hanging heavy in the sky and several flys begin to appear.
  96. 96.
    >after another hour of walking the hot desert sand begins to cool quite rappidly as the sun sets.
  97. 97.
    >stopping to admire the beautiful sight Pulp Spike lets out a slow sigh.
  98. 98.
    >her breath visisble in the cool night air.
  99. 99.
    >"the never bloom is just over that ridge, you can even see the light of a campfire look.
  100. 100.
    >she points a bandaged hoof to the sand dune a short walk away and within minuets the two of you are at the top of it.
  101. 101.
    >shiverring from the chill you walk towards the campfire where two tents have been set up.
  102. 102.
    >sitting next to the fire are two pegasi cuddling under a blanket.
  103. 103.
    >the orange female one with knotted green mane looks up from the fire and waves the two of you over
  104. 104.
    >"Ms.Paint? I'm Dire and this is my husband Straits"
  105. 105.
    >the light brown pegasus nods at you, not speaking, his long pale blue mane catches in the wind, fluttering across his face.
  106. 106.
    >before you can talk Pulp Spike interupts.
  107. 107.
    >"nice to meet you both, I'm Pulp Spike,"
  108. 108.
    >eyeing up the bandages both Dire and Straits shake her hoof before motioning the two of you to sit.
  109. 109.
    >after severl moments in cold silence Straits finally break the emptyness with a gruff voice.
  110. 110.
    >"we set up a tent for you two, it'll be us causing the rain for the neverbloom, nopony else is coming I think, it's too far to travel for most tourists and the flower is of little scientific importance."
  111. 111.
    "I know that, I'm here to paint it actually"
  112. 112.
    >you smile, motioning to the pile of art supplies you brought with you.
  113. 113.
    >both pegasi just nod.
  114. 114.
    >"very well, I and Dire will be turning in for the night, don't stay out for long it gets much colder.
  115. 115.
    >a comfortable silence surrounds the two of you.
  116. 116.
    >Pulp Spike just sits gazing into the dimming embers of the fire, her eyes twinkling in the low light of the moon.
  117. 117.
    >after several seconds pass an eye glances over to you staring at her.
  118. 118.
    >"you alright there?"
  119. 119.
    >you feel yourself blush as she turns to meet your gaze in full.
  120. 120.
    "Oh yes I'm fine thank you, just admiring the view"
  121. 121.
    >"Ain't nothing to look at but me ya kno- oh..."
  122. 122.
    >her cheeks turn a shade of crimson similar to your own.
  123. 123.
    >"th-thank you"
  124. 124.
    >hiding behind a bandaged hoof she smiles before getting up and walking towards the tent.
  125. 125.
    >"I think it's time we turn in don't you?"
  126. 126.
    >saunting towards the tent her tale flicks heavily in the dark night.
  127. 127.
    >with a short gulp you follow, eyes fixed on her swishing tail.
  128. 128.
    >the inside of the tent is pitch black without the light of the moon or fire.
  129. 129.
    >trotting inside you take a few seconds to adjust to the lack of light before you notice Pulp Spike.
  130. 130.
    >before you can ask what she's doing, she pounces, pinning you to the floor of then tent.
  131. 131.
    >"hello"
  132. 132.
    "uh, hel-"
  133. 133.
    >lips pressing against your own cut you off.
  134. 134.
    >keeping you pinned she continues to kiss you, soon your lips part, allowing her tongue free roam of your mouth.
  135. 135.
    >pulling back she smile, a thin strand of saliva connecting your lips.
  136. 136.
    >both of you pant in the gloom of the tent before Pulp brakes the silence.
  137. 137.
    >"s-sorry"
  138. 138.
    "don't be"
  139. 139.
    >you kiss her again, longer this time, you allow yourself to feel the heat of her body pressed against your own.
  140. 140.
    >moving from the kiss you softly bite her lower lip, Pulp lets out a small whimper in response.
  141. 141.
    >pulling back from the kiss again she slowly moves to kiss down you neck.
  142. 142.
    >your whole body shivers in anticipation.
  143. 143.
    >taking the first opertunity that appears, you move swiftly, rolling over and pinning her down.
  144. 144.
    >with the power in your hooves you kiss her back, then slowly leave a trail of kisses down her neck in return.
  145. 145.
    >Pulp puts up no resistance as you kiss down her exposed body.
  146. 146.
    >before you can go any further her back legs cross and she stuttes an ultimatum.
  147. 147.
    >"n-no, not tonight okay? we need to rest from the long day"
  148. 148.
    >she's breathing heavily as her hooves brush through your mane.
  149. 149.
    >"we can still cuddle, for warmth"

Cheerilee Dating Green.

by HisLordOfLongLeaf

Pulp Spike and MS Paint - search for Neverbloom Cactus

by HisLordOfLongLeaf