Pulp Spike and MS Paint - search for Neverbloom Cactus


                                            >it's dark in the back of the wagon.

                                            >you feel the rough woodon your hooves as you look around the shady space.

                                            >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.

                                            >it had been a long train ride to Apple Loosa and from there a longer wagon ride to Shady Sands.

                                            >checking over your supplies you feel the wagon pull to a stop.

                                            >"we're here miss!"

                                            "out in a second"

                                            >hoping out the back of the wagon you hand over your bits to the two gentlecolts pulling the wagon.

                                            >turning towards the small settler town you smile to yourself.

                                            >Shady Sands, you made it.

                                            "thank you ever so much you two, goodbye Speedwagon goodbye Reo"

                                            >"goodbye miss" they both chirp in unison.

                                            >walking into the centre of the tiny town you look around for the tavern where your supposed to meet your desert guide.

                                            >spotting the obvious sign of the tavern you walk towards it.

                                            >the sign is of a gallows with the words "the last drop" carved into the wood.

                                            >stepping walking into the tavern the smell of cheap whiskey and tobacco smoke.

                                            >sitting at the bar nursing her wounds is your guide.

                                            >the grey mare is facing the door with her front hooves in bandages and she's covered in small cuts and abrasions.

                                            >you she's your guide because she's waving at you and shouting your name.

                                            >trotting up to you the grey mare smiles warmly.

                                            >"howdy there Ms.Paint! it's me! Pulp Spike"

                                            >she offers you a bandaged hoof to shake but as you make contact she pulls you into a tight hug.

                                            >"eyy haha, I gotcha like pony grabber"

                                            "a what?"

                                            >your question is met by more friendly squeezing, you swear you can feel her nuzzling you too.

                                            >"ya see a pony grabber is a desert guardian, they disguise themselves as cacti and grab unsuspecting ponies in the desert.

                                            >pulling away from the hug she smiles at you.

                                            >"are ya ready to get goin?"

                                            "as ready as I'll ever be"

                                            >"great! lemme just grab my gear and we'll be off!"

                                            >grabbing a patchwork poncho off her chair and picking up a bindle she slings it over her shoulder.

                                            >"ready!"

                                            >walking out of the tavern with Pulp Spike behind you, you hear a loud crash.

                                            >turning around you see her strugggling in a fight with a potted cactus.

                                            >"I'l get ya, you pesky pony grabber!"

                                            >the ccactus is somehow winning the fight every swing Pulp Spike throws lands her with more cuts on her hooves.

                                            >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.

                                            >"Redgum! lemme go!"

                                            >"ya ain't to be smashing me plants and ya know it lil Pulp!"

                                            >"S-sorry Redgum"

                                            >"Celestia knows I don't want ya gettin' hurt Pulp, why ya gotta go thrashing every cactus ya see?"

                                            >"if I don't smash it I don't know if it's a pony grabber"

                                            >"come on luv, ya know that's an old mares tale"

                                            >the pinned pony just rolls her eyes.

                                            >letting her go Redgum looks you over before walking back into his tavern.it's a saloon but I forgot the word for it

                                            >regaining her composure Pulp trots over to you, her smile returning.

                                            >"j-just a bit of fun between us, he likes to tease me is all"

                                            >her eyes are tearing up slightly.

                                            >"ya ready to head off then?"

                                            >nodding, you follow her lead as she walks away from the small town.

                                            >as she leads you into the desert you see her eyeing up every cactus with a mixture of hatred, distrust and fear.

                                            >as you look back on the town you can see ponies coming out of there houses to watch you go.

                                            "so how long have you been a desert guide?"

                                            >"all ma life, all of the pulps have been guides, cept for my uncle fiction but we don't talk 'bout him much.

                                            "and why don't you talk about him?"

                                            >"no idea, we don't talk about it"

                                            >the journey soon begins as the two of you trot into the desert.

                                            >with the sun midway across the sky the heat soon beomes a nuisance.

                                            >"you okay? not too hot? we can stop for water if you'd like"

                                            >she's looking back at you, herr poncho billowing in the light desert breeze.

                                            "I wouldn't mid a quick stop"

                                            >you manage you speak through pants.

                                            >"great, we'll stop over by that big boulder!"

                                            >she points a good few hundred meters away to a large red rock in the sands.

                                            >"we can eat some food as well so don't you worry"

                                            >a few moments later and you're next to the boulder, the food is cactus

                                            >the cactus actually tastes rather nice, you greedily eat as the cool liquid sloshes down your throat.

                                            "I must say this is very nice"

                                            >Pulp Spike is ignoring you, instead she is slowly sneaking up on a large cactus.

                                            >she pounces.

                                            >she yells

                                            >she gets pricked

                                            >she yells again

                                            "um, are you okay?"

                                            >"I'm fine! did the dam cactus run away?"

                                            "um no... it's still there, you sure you're alright?"

                                            >quickly regaining her composure she trots back over to you.

                                            >"yes I'm fine silly, you ready to get going?"

                                            >following her lead you march away from the rock, passing what you notice might be your own hoof prints in the sand.

                                            >the desesrt heat might be playing tricks on you and you put your faith in Pulp Spike and her abilities.

                                            >the hot, coarse sand rubs agaisnt your hooves as your saddle bag bounces lazily on your back.

                                            >"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?"

                                            >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.

                                            >you stop shaking your head when you realise that being in front of you means she can't see you... stupid pony.

                                            "I can't say I have, have you?"

                                            >"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"

                                            >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.

                                            >"ah hope ya don't mind but we gotta cuddle to share body heat tonight, otherwise you'll be mighty cold"

                                            >the sudden mention of intimacy pulls you to reality and you trot up close to her side.

                                            "I don't mind at all"

                                            >"good, cause I don't wanna freeze toight"

                                            >she slips a hoof around your shoulder, pulling you close.

                                            >"at least if you freeze I still get paid"

                                            >laughing nervously you nod, noticing her smile thou makes you realise that she is of course joking.

                                            >soon the sun is hanging heavy in the sky and several flys begin to appear.

                                            >after another hour of walking the hot desert sand begins to cool quite rappidly as the sun sets.

                                            >stopping to admire the beautiful sight Pulp Spike lets out a slow sigh.

                                            >her breath visisble in the cool night air.

                                            >"the never bloom is just over that ridge, you can even see the light of a campfire look.

                                            >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.

                                            >shiverring from the chill you walk towards the campfire where two tents have been set up.

                                            >sitting next to the fire are two pegasi cuddling under a blanket.

                                            >the orange female one with knotted green mane looks up from the fire and waves the two of you over

                                            >"Ms.Paint? I'm Dire and this is my husband Straits"

                                            >the light brown pegasus nods at you, not speaking, his long pale blue mane catches in the wind, fluttering across his face.

                                            >before you can talk Pulp Spike interupts.

                                            >"nice to meet you both, I'm Pulp Spike,"

                                            >eyeing up the bandages both Dire and Straits shake her hoof before motioning the two of you to sit.

                                            >after severl moments in cold silence Straits finally break the emptyness with a gruff voice.

                                            >"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."

                                            "I know that, I'm here to paint it actually"

                                            >you smile, motioning to the pile of art supplies you brought with you.

                                            >both pegasi just nod.

                                            >"very well, I and Dire will be turning in for the night, don't stay out for long it gets much colder.

                                            >a comfortable silence surrounds the two of you.

                                            >Pulp Spike just sits gazing into the dimming embers of the fire, her eyes twinkling in the low light of the moon.

                                            >after several seconds pass an eye glances over to you staring at her.

                                            >"you alright there?"

                                            >you feel yourself blush as she turns to meet your gaze in full.

                                            "Oh yes I'm fine thank you, just admiring the view"

                                            >"Ain't nothing to look at but me ya kno- oh..."

                                            >her cheeks turn a shade of crimson similar to your own.

                                            >"th-thank you"

                                            >hiding behind a bandaged hoof she smiles before getting up and walking towards the tent.

                                            >"I think it's time we turn in don't you?"

                                            >saunting towards the tent her tale flicks heavily in the dark night.

                                            >with a short gulp you follow, eyes fixed on her swishing tail.

                                            >the inside of the tent is pitch black without the light of the moon or fire.

                                            >trotting inside you take a few seconds to adjust to the lack of light before you notice Pulp Spike.

                                            >before you can ask what she's doing, she pounces, pinning you to the floor of then tent.

                                            >"hello"

                                            "uh, hel-"

                                            >lips pressing against your own cut you off.

                                            >keeping you pinned she continues to kiss you, soon your lips part, allowing her tongue free roam of your mouth.

                                            >pulling back she smile, a thin strand of saliva connecting your lips.

                                            >both of you pant in the gloom of the tent before Pulp brakes the silence.

                                            >"s-sorry"

                                            "don't be"

                                            >you kiss her again, longer this time, you allow yourself to feel the heat of her body pressed against your own.

                                            >moving from the kiss you softly bite her lower lip, Pulp lets out a small whimper in response.

                                            >pulling back from the kiss again she slowly moves to kiss down you neck.

                                            >your whole body shivers in anticipation.

                                            >taking the first opertunity that appears, you move swiftly, rolling over and pinning her down.

                                            >with the power in your hooves you kiss her back, then slowly leave a trail of kisses down her neck in return.

                                            >Pulp puts up no resistance as you kiss down her exposed body.

                                            >before you can go any further her back legs cross and she stuttes an ultimatum.

                                            >"n-no, not tonight okay? we need to rest from the long day"

                                            >she's breathing heavily as her hooves brush through your mane.

                                            >"we can still cuddle, for warmth"