by Johnny Stone
I saw the apprehension in her face now, the gnawing uncertainty of what I might do next. Well… a Queen can be compassionate and merciful when the need suits her, and Cherise might prove useful to temporarily elevate the urge. I still hadn’t forgiven her for conspiring against me, betraying me, for lying to me. For wanting to take my babies away from me. She would have to be taught a lesson. She would have to be punished, severely. There was no other choice.
I licked my lips in brewing excitement, beckoning her to me with a forced smile and a wave of my hand.
“Hi, Margo.”
I resisted the urge to reach out and slap the insolence from her, she was such a delicate and skittish thing and I must move cautiously, yet confidently, stalking my prey with stealthy guile, so it’s not frightened away.
“I hope you’re not mad any longer. I missed you.”
“No, I’m not. I was just scared is all, the whole thing with Alex, and then seeing all those droids… Forgive me?”
“Of course!”
She leapt forward and threw her arms around my neck, making me tingle with jolts of growing arousal for what was to come. She drew away with a pouting frown, rubbing the swell of her hip, looking down at my holstered pistol and then the rifle in my hand.
“Why are you still carrying guns? You don’t need those anymore.”
“Just making sure it’s safe for us is all, but never mind that.” I slung my rifle over my shoulder and reached towards her. She moved her hand out of the way to allow mine to take its place on her hip. So soft and warm… so inviting… so defenseless.
“Are you okay? I didn’t mean to hurt you. You know I’d never intentionally do something like that.”
“I know you wouldn’t, you’re my friend.” Cherise took my hand her hers, excitedly pulling me along after her. “Let me show you around. It’s so pretty here, and everyone is so nice.”
“Yes they are, but I don’t care about them, all I care about is you. I mean,” I tripped over my words, trying to act as shy and innocent as possible, “I do care about them, but if it wasn’t for you…” I took a deep breath, looking her straight in the eye with the most sincere expression I could muster. This is almost too easy. “You saved me- I owe you my life, and I want to make it up to you in any way I can. I meant it when I said I care about you, you’re a very special to me, and I can’t wait to start a new life here with you.”
Cherise stopped, looking back at me with a confused expression for a moment that grew soft and caring.
“I’m excited for that too, but you don’t owe me anything, Margo.”
You’re a very good liar, Cherise; I’ll give you that much. I almost believe you.
“You saved me. You brought me to this world and gave me my freedom. You were the strong one who stood up to Alex when I was afraid.”
Of course, I don’t owe you a thing, you weak little cunt.
“Alex is dead.”
“He’s dead? Really?”
We began to walk again, and I could tell she was deep in thought, no doubt trying to wrap her newly awoken emotions around the concept of what death really was. Maybe she was thinking about the fact that her accomplice got what was coming to him, and now she had to walk softly in order to save her own skin. I was betting on the later.
“Yes, he’s dead. I didn’t enjoy it, but it had to be done.”
“Alex was really mean to us, especially to you,” she replied without missing a beat. “I think you did the right thing; he deserved to die.”
Well played, you conniving bitch.
“He did, and he got what he deserved. I did it for you, though. I’d do much more for you than that, if I had to.” I paused for a moment to let that sink in. “I was hoping that maybe you could do something for me. Not that you have to,” I added quickly, “but since we’re such good friends, I thought maybe…”
“Anything, Margo!”
“Anything?”
She nodded enthusiastically, thoughtlessly in my opinion, oblivious to the fact that she was about to be caught in her own trap.
“Since I’m going to be starting a new life here with you, I’ve decided to change my name, a new name for a new life.”
“This is so neat! So what is it? Tell me, please!”
“It’s Pony 18, but you will call me, your Highness.”
“That’s an odd name…You mean like a queen?”
I proudly raised my chin, looking down my nose at her. Yes, you weak little bitch, because I am a Queen.
“Yes, Cherise, because I am a Queen among my race. I’m special, a one of a kind, the pinnacle of perfection among pony-kind. And like any queen reestablishing her kingdom, I need someone I can trust at my side. Someone as special as myself to confide in. Someone to help me in times of need. A trusted friend like you would be perfect to fill that position of honor.” My hand drifted lovingly across the swell of my stomach. “And help me look after my two little princesses’ when they are born. Would you like to be that person, Cherise?”
“Can I! Really?” She stopped and turned to face me, nearly bouncing up and down in excitement. She was so cute in her gullibility. “But…but what about their father, the King? He won’t mind if—”
I cut her off with a spontaneous whinny of anger, tossing my head from side to side.
“There is no King, and they don’t have a father. He’s dead.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that, your Highness.” Cherise gave me one of those fake, apologetic looks, and the only thing missing at this point was a sympathetic, boob squishing hug.
“Don’t be. He was nothing but a worm that deceived me into sleeping with him, who stole my life away for his own selfish reasons, then took everything from me. He ruined my life, and I’m glad he’s gone.”
“So am I.” She scowled back at me. “People like that make me so mad.”
You have no idea…
“I agree, but enough about him, he is gone and never coming back, and we have other things to discuss,” I said softly, drawing the combat knife from my belt, grabbing the collar of her gown. “Don’t move.”
Cherise was first and foremost a sexual service droid, and I continued to use her submissive programming to my advantage, seducing her without her even realizing it. Thus far, things were going just as I expected them to. Now for the moment of truth.
Her eyes grew wide at the sight of the knife in my hand drawing closer, but she froze, just as I said. The short incision down the middle of her gown was quick and anxious, and our eyes met, staying that way until I sheathed the knife and I moved against her, letting our cheeks touch.
“Beautiful creatures such as us don’t need to hide beneath clothing,” I whispered sensually in her ear. “We should be proud of our bodies, let others admire what they want, but can’t have.” The distinct sound of ripping fabric rent the air as I began to tear her gown down the center, releasing her breasts. “I want to see you, all of you, all the time, just like we were before.”
My lips grazed her cheek and my hot breath caressed her skin, sliding down her body. Over top of the creamy hue of her left breast, her nipple became an erect knot, growing harder as I flicked it with my tongue in passing. The smooth ripple of her stomach passed me by, and faint, feminine hairs stood on end in my wake. I glided to my knees, ripping her gown slowly to the lower hem. The remnants fell from her shoulders, pooling lightly at her feet.
I hovered before the light, gossamer line of her pubic hair, and the crease of delicate flesh nestled below it. I could see the dew spreading, shimmering with synthetic eroticism. The urge to bury my face in her, to taste, to lick her, was overwhelming, but… patience, pony, patience. She’s to be punished, not given a treat.
I came to my feet in a single, graceful motion, with lust drifting about me like a delicate breeze. Cherise’s cheeks were a rosy hue, and her eyes glimmered with uncertain desire back at me. The tone of her voice grew deeper, shifted back to its old programming, dripping with eager sexuality.
“Do you like seeing me naked, Margo?”
I gave her a hard look, running the back of my fingers down her cheek.
“Ask me that question again, but correctly this time.”
Her expression of shock was almost comical, when she realized that she’d used my old name. Good for her, because I might not be so nice the next time it happened.
“Do you like seeing me naked, your Highness?”
“Yes, Cherise, I do. You’re very beautiful. And do you like looking at my body?”
“Yes, your Highness, I do. You’re very pretty.”
Of course, I am. I’m perfect.
The anticipation in her voice was euphoric in itself. Her stance, her body language, all of it had reverted to what she was before awakening, yet with an added flare of emotion that no amount of programming could duplicate.
“Would you like to touch me, this time because you want to? You’ve done things to me that no other person has, and maybe one day, if you’re good, you can again.”
Cherise provocatively licked her lips, devouring me with her eyes. Even her synthetic breath began to speed up with real excitement, possibly for the first time ever.
“Yes, your Highness, I would. I often wondered what it would be like to… I know I was programmed by Alex to please you, but we never…” Her hand began to move towards my left breast, and I caught her wrist in a firm grip, turning it to the side.
“On your knees,” I growled, fighting against the animal urge inside me growing stronger by the second. Cherise slipped to her knees before me, nearly panting with sexual eagerness for what was to come.
“Only the Queen’s most loyal subjects are allowed to partake of her body, and you are one of my privileged now, my special thing, my obedient little Cherise. Isn’t that right?”
There was a flicker of thought within her craving gaze; contemplating… deciding… and a few heartbeats later, she made it. It was just as I expected.
“Yes, your Highness.”
My eyes shone gleefully down at her, rife with omnipotence and sexual voracity. You naive little cunt… This time it’s going to cost you.
“My little Cherise…” I smiled sweetly, running my fingers through her bangs. “I want you to know what the benevolence of a Goddess Queen is. Look upward, close your eyes, and hold completely still.”
She did as I said without question now, and I spread my legs straddling her face, letting the soggy warmth of my pussy come to rest squarely on her face. The tip of Cherise’s nose teased my throbbing clit, and her tongue pushed between my lips, coming to rest inside me like a slippery, little cock. I slowly began to glide back and forth across her face, fucking it, looking to the heavens for the freedom of release. A fist full of her hair… I moved faster, gasping… aggressively throwing my hips against her face, letting it grow slick with hateful lust. It wouldn’t be long now.
She disobeyed me…her hands moved up to cup my ass, pushing me against her, aiding in the frantic momentum. I didn’t care, I was too far gone at this point to care. Her nails bit into the skin of my ass, hungry for more. There was such frenzy to my actions, wild and without reservation, while I stood in plain view of nature’s good grace using her for my personal pleasure. A droid strode by, generic in my sexual haze, and it paused to look at us. I came with a shudder, unable to breathe.
I pulled Cherise’s face from between my legs with a yank of her hair, gasping, leering down at her momentary expression of pain, dripping with creamy ejaculate.
“You little slut…”
I slapped her cheek with a resounding crack of wet flesh, immediately grasping her chin in the palm of my hand, forcing her shocked expression to look me in the eye. A score of rapid heartbeats passed with neither of us moving a muscle, until I lunged, taking my helpless prey by surprise. My lips pressed against hers, ravenous in their desire, pushing her to the ground with ease. The taste of me on her lips, with my tongue sliding forcefully between them, pushed me over the edge.
Cherise began to struggle beneath me, trying to force me away, and it excited me all the more. My cunt ground down hard against the movement of her thigh, and I felt another orgasm looming closer.
“Margo, please… You’re scaring me!”
My hand, like a claw of vengeful rage, clamped around her throat tightly enough to make her eyes bulge up at me in growing terror. My other hand moved awkwardly between us, searching for the delicate ripeness of her cunt. When I found it, I drove several fingers mercilessly inside, taking a firm grip.
“I told you never to call me that name again, didn’t I? Didn’t I, you fucking droid?” I shrieked, inches away from her face.
“Stop it! You’re hurting me!”
Like any feral animal hearing the screams of fear and pain from its cornered prey, I bared my teeth and grinned, taking a perverse sense of pleasure in it. It only made me want to hurt her more, to hear her pathetic cries even louder while I came. Sheep… they’re all sheep, and they need to be slaughtered like sheep. I’m so close…
“I haven’t even started hurting you yet, but I will, very soon.” I licked her cheek, still damp with my musky scent. “Do you think I’ve forgotten what you did to me? What you were planning to do to me with Alex?”
“I didn’t have a choice, he made me do it! Please, I’m sorry!”
My features calmed and I released Cherise, sitting up, staring blankly down at her.
“Sorry? They’re always sorry after the fact, but you’re not sorry enough. Not yet. Alex knew what being sorry was when I skinned him and burned him alive. I have something special planned for you, though,” I snarled, letting the storm of hate inside me explode outward.
“Deceiver!”
I drew my knife again, activating the power switch, and the blade grew instantly white-hot, oscillating to a solid blur that could slice through metal as easily as butter. The searing tip was poised a fraction of an inch from her left eye.
“Lying whore!”
Cherise whimpered in terror, watering eyes focused on the point of death hovering above her.
“Margo…please…”
The pain was like a jolt of electricity bouncing from brain cell to brain cell, and I whinnied in anguish, rolling off Cherise. The knife fell from my grasp, and I grabbed my head, curling into a fetal ball.
Leave her alone! I won’t let you hurt her!
“You won’t let me? You won’t let me! Shut up and get back in your cage. This is my life, now, not yours! You had your chance, and look where it got us.”
You’re crazy! I won’t let you hurt Cherise.
At the mention of Cherise’s name, I leered at her through the haze, while she scrambled away from me on all fours, beginning to stand.
“You’re the crazy one, not me,” I gasped, clawing for my knife, coming unsteadily to my feet. My eyes locked on my prey. “The bitch lied to us. She betrayed us. She betrayed me, just like you did!”
Please, don’t! I’ll…I’ll go away forever if you let her go. I promise!
“I’m not buying what you’re selling, not anymore.”
I lunged for Cherise, catching her after several long strides, knocking her to the ground. She screamed, and I grinned through a mask of predatory delight.
“You can’t stop me any longer! No one can!”
Noooooo!
The shimmering blade slammed down, puncturing the back of Cherise’s head, ripping through the sensitive internal parts of her processor brain, before reaching its core – the yielding tissue of artificial life. She jerked one last time, and her body went rigid and lifeless beneath me.
The pain in my head grew distant while I sat astride Cherise, slowly regaining my focus. Then reality returned and I looked down at the knife protruding from her head.
“No, dammit! No!” I slammed my fist down on her back in rage. This is your fault, look what you made me do! You ruined my playtime, you inbred, buck-toothed whore! You always ruin everything!”
I snarled in disgust under my breath,
yanking the knife from Cherise’s head with a sickening shriek of grating metal, coming to my feet. She didn’t suffer enough for what she’d done to me, and I was still horny. I was not happy at the moment and something else was going to die because of it. The bi-pedal droid that I’d seen earlier was still standing conspicuously nearby, silent and unmoving, watching me, plotting against me…
“What the fuck are you looking at?”
I drew my pistol and fired, hitting it in the head in a minor shower of sparks. I put three more rounds into its ruined head to help alleviate my frustration. It helped a little.
***
The projected visual feed abruptly ceased, and Seb leaned back in his chair, looking solemnly at the waif-thin, raven-haired woman seated across from him in the otherwise empty Council Chamber.
“It’s a shame we weren’t able to save the newcomer,” Melody said sadly. “She seemed to be fitting in well with the rest of community. And of course, Steven will be missed, his flower arrangements were the envy of the colony.”
“She was, and he will be.”
“Shouldn’t we have intervened on their behalf, then?”
“In hindsight, yes, but neither of us can foresee the erratic future of the insane. Besides, to do so before the act of aggression is carried out violates the most cherished of our Commandments.”
“The Commandments…” Melody’s voice grew clipped with frustration. “They are nothing more than anachronisms of false hope, lost dreams, childish innocence, husband. Look what it has cost us over the years, and this one is by far the most dangerous creature to visit our world since the insectoid raiders.”
Seb’s brow became a shallow furrow, the closest expression he was capable of to display anger. “It was only due to our inherently peaceful nature that we survived the insectoids and we will survive this creature as well. In time she will grow bored and move on just as they did, and things will continue as they have until the humans finally arrive to colonize Eden.”
“How long can we ignore her violent actions? The insectoids were at least civilized after they realized we posed no threat, but she has wantonly murdered three times since arriving for no apparent reason. Perhaps the other newcomer, Mark, is correct? Perhaps she does enjoy killing for the sake of doing so? You’ve seen her irrational behavior, it is not normal for a mentally and emotionally stable being.”