The Maven's Suite <Private>

The pistol blew up on contact, overloaded and smashed. The shrapnel embedded itself in the doctor's hoof, breaking the hinge-joint in his wrist and bloodying the hoof. He snarel and clutches his hoof to his chest. "You'll pay for that airman." He bucks a button under the counter behind him and

A panel underneath Dr. Zap springshots him out of his own magitech airship, screaming obscenities. A police helicopter shines it's spotlight along his trajectory, pursuing.

Maven spits, "To many buttons, to many plots. Lets get those helmets off the A team, yeah?"

Sugary missed his chance to try and catch Dr. Zap as his own helmet took some hits from the shrapnel and had to try avoiding the blinding flash along with it. The Doc was away, but now he was caught between a rock and a hard place with the fact they were on a large ship with no pilot. "Dang... Fine, I'll help, but we should do something about this vessel of his!" He was already making his way to aid Maven remove helmets, both being wary of who they aided, and their altitude.

As he said that, the vessel crashed, skidding along the ground. Due to it's diamond-like shape, however, the cockpit was largely unaffected. And since they were outside the city, it was mainly landscape damage; flattened hills, and a trench.

Maven falls to the deck with an umph, a little dizzy. She shook her head, going back to taking helmets off and taking just a bit longer with it in the case of the males. "You were saying?" she called jestingly.

In retrospect, he should've realized how close to the ground they already were, but he wasn't used to being in such large airships by any means. After having been trashed around a bit, he'd get back up and grumble before helping Maven again fully. "Nevermind... We just evacuate... How are you feeling there by the way?" He'd also aid in getting the others out once the time came and they were all ready if it came to it... Though he still didn't know friend from foe aside from the Impersonator who had not been seen again so far...

The Imperator had probably fled the ship. He wasn't exactly known for his courage. Maven disengaged the last helmet with a hiss, the superheroes having thanked their saviors, or at least tried to leave with their dignity. This one also left, flying out of the now-broken command window.

At the question of her well being, Maven blushed a bit and shrugged, "I'm fine, I think. Fine, fine...." She was grateful for the breeze flowing through the wreckage, carrying her scent out of the ship. The pheromone-aphrodisiac cocktail had finally hit full strength, and she was really feeling it. "I-I'm gunna, uhh, go. Thanks for the help."

Sugary was already hesitant to just leave Maven be on her own after what happened, and he already had confirmed her true identity. The scent she was giving off only made him all the more eager willing to make sure she managed to stay just fine as he moved closer and spoke softly. "... Miss Delphina, at least let me go with you to your home. Or is there someplace else you're planning to go? You were drugged, do you really want me to let you go without an escort?"

She blushes darkly and squirms, her eyes dipping breifly hetween his legs, before she shakes her head. Her scent grows stronger, her tail arching a bit as the latex of her suit rubs against her cursedly hot sex. "I-I don't know Market. I'm not sure... what'll happen." She murrs softly, turning to look out the window.

"Well, I don't know what else that kook put in you..." His gaze drifted ever so slightly to her raised tail, and then snorted to try and focus on her face again. "... Looks like you might have trouble walking... Come on, come with me before the cops arrive and find you like this... I don't expect you to trust me, but... Consider it returning a favor." He had not forgotten music aided with his ship; He knew who was responsible as he lay down, offering Maven to ride him out of the ship... and his company... Mostly the escape part.

Maven hesitates, then nods, climbing atop him slowly. Her body is warm and soft, pressing against him. She wraps her hooves around his neck and nods, "Ready."

Sugary wore armor and a cape still, but he could tell once more that Maven was petite and light. He could also swear she felt much warmer than earlier. Smelled a lot nicer too by now... He too felt warmer, but tried to push it to the back of his mind for now as he floated away with her in long fast strides.

Somewhere along the way, he'd manage to get his lost spear back, but more than that he tried to hurry Maven to the neighborhood they first met. In time, he'd be standing between his airship and Delphina's house; He was also snorting a bit more frequently by then. "... Feeling any better...? Need anything else...?"

She slid off him, shaking her head no. "Nothing I would ask of a gentleman. Good night Market." She shivers as if cold, and walks up to her house, collapsing against the door to open it, before getting back up and heading inside.

Sugary almost went right in after Delphina when he saw her stumble, but would do his best to honor her request. He quietly stared at the front of her home, before walking over to his airship to clear his mind. As it were, he would stay on the bridge, lights on, vigilant between her home and the city for a time, though without his armor.

If he passed his living room table, there would be a CD resting atop it. It was labeled 'Silent Night Cello Duet.' On top of it was a note that would read, "Sorry if I didn't make it to the meeting tonight. My concert might run later than expected - it usually does. Hope you didn't have to much trouble with my mom. ~ D.

P.S. I didn't know if you had a cd player, so I got you a cheap little personal one, with some cheap headphones. It should be in your sitting room."

It was a puzzling find, but Sugary would not hesitate to follow instructions given to listen to the music. He had to admire, however, the effort made for the arrangement in the first place. He was a little surprised to learn that the elder at the park was the mare's mother, but perhaps there was more to it from what he remembered hearing from each of them. He'd take the CD player and play the song as he put the headphones on...

This plays softly through the headphones as the sun sets on the horizon. The softer tones have a sort of lulling tone that, while not causing sleep, might produce a passive and relaxed state in an individual. The Heartswarming tune was surprisingly applicable in many different settings, and very pretty year round. The author of this post very much likes that season, as it is their favorite holiday.

Strangely, however, Delphina shows up on his ship, dressed in a red yule-time hat with a fluffyy white ball blushing furiously, rubbing one of her shoulders.

The music was as pleasant as could be, and in a way that sorta bothered him; That she played so splendidly, but he was not able to admire it live, nor applaud her performance yet either. He made a promise to do so once they met again...

... And he'd be very surprised when he then saw her coming up close from where he could see her, dressed in an oddly festive attire. "Hm? What's this about?" He moved downstairs swiftly to greet her, from the deck as he waved to her. "Hey there! Something come up, Miss Delphina? I was listening to a lovely tune just now. Do you want to come in?"

She nods slowly, blushing more darkly, while trying to keep her tail down. Just a visit, just a visit. Nothing. More. Nothing big, or... damn it, just a visit. She offers a meek smile, "C-can I...? It'd be wonderful to maybe see a bit more.... of the ship! Yes." She shivers a bit, supressing her urges and waiting to be let in.

Sugary kindly lowered the ramp to greet his guest, and once Delphina made her way up, he'd lean towards her a bit while sniffing with a smile. "Hm... Cinnamon... And I guess you're feeling fine, huh? Well..." He bowed lightly and clapped his hooves on the floor. "That was a great performance by the way! Bravo!" He stood more straight afterwards and smirked instead. "Shame I didn't get to hear it up close however... Well, come right in. It's still a bit messy, but safe-ish." He opened the door for her, waiting for her to come on in...

She did so quickly, the cinnamon scent mixxing with the smell of a mare in heat rather quickly, even with her tail style kind of covering her bits. For the breifest of moments, she passed close enough to press against his chest, before she explored the room, facing away from him. Her cheeks being fairly red. "Well, perhaps. Perhaps perhaps," she mumbles distractedly. "I mean, uhh... we could, probably. I could. Perform." She blushes even darker, gazing at a painting intensly.

Sugary lightly shuddered at the light touch, the subtlety bringing enticement with it, as well as the oddly mixed scent that came past. He cleared his throat and went after her. "Oh, really? Right now!? I, uh... I mean, after what happened today and all... I wouldn't want to force it in- On you!" He coughed lightly, feeling flustered.

The painting itself... Probably did not help Delphina's state much as it was a rather elegantly made painting of Light piercing through Darkness as shown by a glowing spear being thrust into a malevolent dragon's heart in a dark cave.

She braced against the wall, quickly brushing an errant streamer from her marehood off her leg with her tail. I wouldn't mind it in m- in my h-house! Where my instruments are. Uhh, but... maybe tomorrow would be better?" She blushes and turns to face him. "H-how about the tour?~" She then offers a smile, to try to help the blush.

Sugary nodded, thinking she lost balance a bit, before making the escort around the airship. For the most part, things were pretty mundane, but once in a while something might pop up to give her ideas in her state; Such as the main storage room having a corner were someone could roll around in hay wildly; Or the modest kitchen that had a stove heating up a bun; Or the Captain's chair which could recline an awful lot if need be among all the various tools and controls; Or the engine room that pumped pistons powerfully; Or the calm cozy bathroom where two could be in at the same time; Or the bedrooms... They were just bedrooms, but one was plain and the other had his stuff, and smelled a little bit like him too. "Well... It's not much, but it's home. Anything else...? Hungry or something?"

She moans out, "Yes, ohh, positively famished. And the house had no real _food_ in it Sugary." She blushes and quickly leaves the bedroom, her hips passing close to his face. She quickly orients to the kitchen and finds a stool to sit down in quickly, her plush rear spreading to fill the seat.

He nearly flinched at the sudden moan, but nodded quickly and moved quickly to the kitchen too, looking steadily more flushed as he got much more of a which of her scent. While his chairs were all actually quite broad given his size and that of likely similarly sized guests, he could still admire how well her rump pressed back against something, and then snorted before quickly walking in front of her view. "Yes! Food! Um... What can I get for you? Maybe a light fruit dessert, perhaps...?"

She keans on the counter, resting her hooves to her face, "Suprise me. I'm pretty hungry though. Maybe something thhhick," she accents the 'k', "with some cream? And maybe chocolate?" She blinks and shakes her head, "Or, uhh... I mean, whatever's okay. I need to eat to replenish the energy it takes to perform."