Bulbjack

All communication was lost with the lower tier of Stall 99. All the electronics there failed almost in an instant, and the control programs were only used with hooves, figuratively speaking. So tell me, who today, instead of libations, will have to stick their ass in the very ass? An indispensable Blackjack is at your service. A small shot of whiskey — small by my standards, of course — had no effect, except for a slight noise in my head. Lighting the way with magic, I quickly descended the stairs and stopped at a thick metal door that blocked the entrance to the lower floors. The ID, however, quickly determined my status, and the door swung open on its own, allowing me to enter the service level. Almost immediately, my mane itched. Dick… down the throat. There’s clearly something fishy here. There was a smell of dampness, rusting metal, and melted rubber. The panel on the side of the door, instead of turning on the lights, almost electrocuted me. But at least my radio was working. However, with terrible interference. And the metal of the Stall was jamming the message. “Immediately… Come on… we are… Find out what… It’s coming off…” — the radio muttered in response to my message. Interpreting this as a “Come down,” I grimaced and continued down the dark corridor. So where the fuck are the maintenance guys? Soon, something squished under the hooves. Water? I wasn’t a smart pony, but water combined with electricity didn’t bode well. But if I still haven’t been jolted by a switch, do I have anything to fear? “Just where to go down…” — muttering this, I looked around in search of stairs. Its span was dark in a side branch, but the part leading down was flooded, the surface of the water glistened with the reflections of my magic. It was already something beyond. The water in the Stall didn’t bode well, but why hadn’t the leak been fixed? Fuck… That’s probably what was meant by “Find out what’s going on!”. Find the cause of the breakdown and report it to the top… “Maybe they’ll give you a vacation!” I encouraged myself, going down into the water. I took the first few steps up the stairs, but then I stopped, slipping even on the corrugated metal surface. The liquid splashed onto the jacket, making it uncomfortably heavy and cool. Grinning and smiling, I took off my jumpsuit, as if showing off in front of my lover. The repairmen will be stunned when such a pretty — and naked — pony emerges from the water and, blinking with wet eyelashes, announces that all breakdowns have been fixed! Just in case, I shone the light forward to make sure there wasn’t a wire hanging somewhere, and carefully entered the water. It’s cold… It’s disgusting! Kicking my hooves, I swam forward, trying to make less noise — I didn’t want to give the impression of a floating suitcase! After all, the “lower” staff has disappeared somewhere! Then I had to dive to get to the lower level. Constantly trying to float up from the overflow of air, I held onto the railing with my front hooves, gradually descending, and helped with the strokes of my hind legs. Quite… an interesting pose for those who would look down from above. I was very proud of my tail… But suddenly it was the one who let me down — it clung to something and jerked back. With a startled gurgle, I rolled over and rose higher, my tail tangled in the broken railing. Angry, I swam closer and began to untangle my hair. I couldn’t really do it with my hooves, but I wasn’t worried yet. Crouching down, with my front hooves almost at my stomach, involuntarily stroking my tail when I rescued him, I… admired myself. Loose-fitting hind legs, a smooth curve of the hips and a taut stomach… Staring at other ponies, I didn’t pay much attention to myself, but there was something to admire. Literally holding my breath. Carefully freeing the last of my hair from captivity, I floated slightly. It was a hoof away from the surface, and it was worth updating the air supply before going deep again… But before that, I thought it would be nice to do what I did only in my room. After all, it was such an interesting setting right now! Who knows when it will happen again! Certainly not in my lifetime… And since the water wasn’t coming anymore, the safety of the Stall could wait. After drowning myself under a flight of stairs, I allowed my tail to straighten and to feel how my mane was smoothed out by the currents from my strokes… And I began to stroke myself, slowly tracing my stomach, waist and inner thighs. It was so pleasant that a few bubbles came out of my nostrils and mouth on their own, and I felt sucked in between my legs much harder than I felt in my chest. Gently stroking my body with my hooves, I rolled over onto my tummy and began to gently press my hooves over the crack, sliding along it, and then rising. My own touch in this position became extremely gentle and pleasant for me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, blowing out a few more bubbles. The silence and darkness turned me on more than my partner’s satisfied moans. The metal of the stairs from above, rubbing my back, evoked in my mind terrible, but for some reason attractive pictures of how I, along with those who were on the lower level, were drowning in an entrance that appeared out of nowhere… But still, what is it? A burst of an underground spring? A faulty water talisman? I really wanted to find out… Not for the Stall, but for myself. I was drawn to plunge deeper into the darkness and get lost there, swimming and caressing the weightless, deadly liquid that no longer gave life, but took it away. Working with only three hooves, because the fourth was occupied with a completely different task, I began to rise to the surface. Yeah, I’ve been splashing around with the drowned! I probably should have been alone more, but because of work, I didn’t even have enough time for that… I surfaced, inhaling the Stall air with pleasure. Smoothly turning over on my back, I swam a little forward… And suddenly I heard a click. And when I turned around, I saw a shaking unicorn in a worker’s uniform, holding a baton with magic. Oh fuck. “Get out! Stop it!” she snapped. This wasn’t the kind of meeting I expected… She almost caught me in a daze. Lifting both hooves in time, she pushed off with her hind legs and swam to the exit from the stairs. “Does someone want to take all the glory? They ordered me to come down, just, um, I couldn’t find the problem at once.’ “I’d like to give you another dip so you can sleep it off!” Pony, who had heard a lot about me, shook her club. “What?” I asked, feigning innocence. The unicorn frowned, and suddenly the water beneath me began to bubble. I thought, staring into those empty, mindless turquoise eyes. Crazy fool… And the next moment, the water seemed to grab me by the hoof and pull me down. There was no one around now, but that only made me more afraid. Despite the fact that my body used to float up, now it was going down like a stone, almost counting the steps. In this situation, I was only trying to break free, both with my hooves and even with telekinesis, but the force pulling me to the bottom was not rigid, concentrated somewhere… It’s like she used telekinesis on me. It looks like that was the case. I twitched, wasting precious seconds instead of using magic to overpower my opponent’s magic. I only came to my senses when I reached the second flight of stairs. The one where I was trying to masturbate, and where it looked like I was going to stay! Well, let’s see! My hooves were much stronger than someone else’s telekinesis, and I clung to the railing, trying to stretch back. But as a result, my body just stretched out, as if suspended over a precipice… And just as hard. Only the tail was disheveled again… And the stroking of the telekinesis pulling on was added to the stroking of the water. I turned out to be… as if in a spring! The water washed over my body, stroking it from head to tail, but not allowing me to get out! Puffing out my cheeks, I noticed and turned my head, but I still couldn’t get free! Grimacing, as if in some kind of strange dance, I tried to come up time after time, but it was still far from the surface! My heart was pounding, my whole body was shaking, and instead of reaching for the surface, my hooves sank… And they pressed gently. I didn’t go down fast anymore, but slowly, no longer struggling with myself, wanting to float up, but not trying… I was too busy doing something important! Kicking, twisting, and twisting, I kneaded myself, rubbed against my hooves, and then against the railing, which I straddled like a pole. My head is all messed up. It seemed that the mare had bewitched me with the magic of love… Or sex… Moving to the railing, I pressed myself closer to them and couldn’t hold back the gurgling cry that escaped me against my will. “Mmmyyarrrrfff!!!” The railing suddenly became so affectionate… and smoother… but it just chafed incredibly… everything… My lungs were empty, catching fire from the stuffiness, but my clitoris was filled with dying, sweet juices that swirled in barely noticeable ripples in the water. From orgasm, I unclenched my hooves, first feeling an orgasm from sliding down the railing, and then just quiet bliss, falling off and spreading my legs to the sides.