Shower Room Encounter

The pattering of water fills the shower room with its constant din. The few ponies of the Royal Guard left in there were just finishing washing themselves, already forming their evening plans of relaxation and celebration. Many of them were packing up their towels and personal luggage, leaving the leaky showerheads to drip.

One guardspony, however, stays behind, letting his grey fur become heavy and soaked as he sits against the wall of his chest-high stall with the door open, his blue-and-white hair hanging over his eyes as he goes through the motions of cleaning himself again. He hums a deep, baritone note to himself while the water washes away the pressure and stress of a day of trials.

Over his monotone humming, the stallion hears the clipping of hooves on tile and splashing water. Across the room, a snow-white pegasus enters one of the empty shower stalls, not bothering to close it behind her. The mare lets down her hair as the showerhead sputtered on, plastering her blue mane to her head.

“So,” she starts, her voice smooth and deep. “I see you’re not leaving. Why?”

“Sorry, ma’am,” the stallion mutters quickly, looking away and grabbing a brush.

“Not the answer I was looking for.” She throws a glance over her shoulder, barely catching his own when he looks away. “You do know it’s a holiday, right?” She twists her neck and gently pulls a broken feather from her wing.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“But you’re still here.” She turns and faces him. “Why? No family at home?”

“Not really, no, ma’am.”

The mare furrows her brow. “Stop calling me that.”

“I…” The stallion quickly closes his mouth and averts his eyes from her gaze. “Sorry…”

The mare cocks her head, her mane hanging over one eye as she looks through the thin mist at the stallion slowly brushing his coat. “I put you through basic, didn’t I?”

The stallions looks back to the mare. “I’m sorry?”

“Yeah…” The pegasus narrows her eyes. “Yeah, I remember you. Edge, right?” she asks, a hint of a smile playing across her features.

“Um, y-yeah, yeah…” The stallion nods, looking down and brushing himself once again.

“Oh yeah, I definitely remember you now.” She turns, switching the steaming shower off. “You don’t talk much, do you?” she asks, closing the stall door and resting her body atop it, resting her head upon her legs and looking to Edge.

“I-I’m…” he stammers, “I’m sorry…” He hunches over, rubbing soap in his hooves and lathering his arms.

They stay silent for a moment, the mare simply watching the younger boy nervously clean himself while her tail swishes anxiously behind her, still heavy with water.

She smirks. “Do you remember me?”

The stallion pauses, fidgeting with his hooves. “Y-Yes… You’re, uh, Drill Sergeant…” He freezes, his face darkening. “Uh…” He flushes red, while the mare’s smirk only widens. “I-I’m sorry, I… I think I forgot…”

The sergeant bites her lip, resting her head on a hoof. “Cloud Cover,” she says. “It’s Cloud Cover.”

“Right,” Edge smiles slightly. “Right. Sorry…” He looks away again, rinsing himself off.

Cloud rests her head on both hooves, smiling, as her rump swings to and fro behind her while she watches the stallion soak himself in steaming water. A shiver courses through her.

“So…” she starts. “You’re just staying here for the day?’ she asks, opening her stall door and making her way across the room.

Edge eyes her cautiously as his face turns a deep red. “Yeah… I don’t have anything better to do.”

“Uh-huh,” Cloud answers as she sashays over into an adjacent stall. As she closes the small door behind her, she catches the stallion out of the corner of her eye. He stares at her, his cheeks blazing red, as he fiddles with a brush in his hooves. A crooked smile shows on the sergeant’s face for a second before she forces it to disappear.

“You got your assignment yet?” Cloud asks, approaching the concrete and tile barrier between the two guards. Edge drops his brush, his hooves shaking as his eyes flick to his superior and his face burning bright enough to light Canterlot.

“I-I-I, uh,” he barely mutters, shimmying his rump along the floor to the wall opposite the sergeant. He presses his back to the wall as the mare settles on the divider.

“I think I’ve got one for you, just in case you’re free.” Cloud Cover vaults over the wall in an instant, planting her forehooves on either side of Edge’s waist as she lands. Her face screws into a predatory smile, her eyes flickering with something wild and caged. The stallion cowers under her gaze, holding his hooves between them and trying to cover himself.

“I c-can see you’re s-scared,” she started, her teeth chattering in excitement as chills run through her body. “This will benef-f-fit the b-both of us, you know…” She settles herself over the colt, her tail flicking over his and tickling her goal. “You need this. I need this.”

Edge grits his teeth. “I don’t… I’m not sure…” He squirms under her as she lowers herself a bit, close enough that he could feel her breath on his neck. “Th-This isn’t appro-”

“J-Just shut up,” Cloud ordered, slowly moving her right hoof to graze the fur of his side. “And l-let me m-make a real stallion out of y-you.”

The smaller guard squirmed and whimpered as Cloud let herself slowly settle onto his stomach, letting her own heat sink into him. She settled both hooves on his chest, rubbing and kneading the tight muscles there. She grinned and bit her lip when her stallion let out a feminine squeak, fidgeting under her even more.

She let her hooves roam a bit, rubbing at his back and grazing his sides. She bent forward, letting herself come nose-to-nose with the shaking stallion. Cloud nuzzles him gently, bringing more blood roaring to his cheeks before she moved to his open neck. She breathes in deeply, taking in his musk. It smells of soap, mostly, but mixed with something strong and pungent, and decidedly male.

Edge gasps as he feels something hot and wet run across his neck. Cloud licks slowly, tasting his raw skin. She stops and suckles gently on his neck, bring another squeal from Edge’s throat. His legs shake uncontrollably and kick in the air behind them as he grunts and bucks, desperate for more. Cloud tugs at his neck, biting gently and gnawing playfully in response.

She pulls back, licking along his jawline, tracing it to his lips as he breathes heavily. She catches him in a sweet kiss, snaking her tongue into his mouth and wriggling it around, massaging his tongue. She pulls back shortly, watching the boy pant and shake as his eyes flutter open.

“M-Ma’am?” he asks quietly, his voice reduced to a weak whimper, while the water beats down on Cloud’s back.

“Yes?”

“You don’t, uh, n-need to do this. I mean, I’m fine,” he begins to rattle off, and with each word Cloud’s smile grows.

“My, you’re absolutely perfect,” she responds quickly, picking herself up and leaving a hot, sticky mess on Edge’s belly. The colt himself stares down at the puddle, his face alighting once more as the fluids shimmer in the light. He quickly finds himself staring up Cloud, who moves back and observes Edge’s own evidence of pleasure standing tall. He quickly crosses his hind legs in shame, scooting away from the predatory mare appraising her handiwork.

“Absolutely adorable,” she comments, sitting down in front of Edge’s crossed legs. She puts her hooves around and under his hips and picks up his rump with a surprised yelp from her stallion. She rubs the soft flesh of his buttocks as she pulls his lower half closer, dragging him forward until his hind legs sit crossed before her. She repeatedly sinks her hooves into his plot, squeezing and manipulating his pudgy flesh, forcing whimpers and quivers from him. His legs grow loose and floppy, slowly separating to reveal Cloud’s prize. She lets her tongue loll out, eyeing her three choices packaged so nicely together.

“Nng! Aah! S-Stop!” Edge immediately squeals as he feels Cloud’s tongue in a foreign place. His begging goes unheeded, though, as she continues with fervor, dipping her tongue in and stretching the tight muscles, listening to see just how loud her toy could scream.

Cloud eventually moves on when Edge starts pounding the tile and biting his hoof, his belly already covered in more thick, clear, sticky fluid from a continuous stream. She cradles two heavy components of Edge’s pride, suckling and nursing each one repeatedly, covering them in saliva and love. Edge sweats profusely, his musk strengthening and his breathing growing hitched and ragged.

Cloud let the two orbs roll onto her tongue, letting one past her lips and into her maw. She suckles on it, letting a hoof move up to touch the base of Edge’s tower. Edge screams for the first time, a feminine yell full of passion and desperation. Cloud’s hoof glides past the thick medial ring, resting on the head and smearing the stallion’s excretions across the rest as she lets her hoof fly up and down the thick tube of flesh while she suckles on his undercarriage. Edge is quickly reduced to incoherent rambling and cries for more mixed with Cloud’s name. His hooves rub over his own body as he struggles to keep them from interrupting the lovely ministrations of his sergeant.

The mare releases his rump, letting his legs catch on her shoulders to support him as she puts both hooves to work on the shaft of her lover, alternating strokes along each side. She releases the orb from her mouth with a sigh, returning to her favorite spot above the stallion’s tail.

Edge lets out a strangled cry as he feels his insides being invaded once again. Cloud forces her entire tongue through at once, licking around. Her hooves fly up and down, milking his organ for its precious fluid, the precursory spurting out more strongly.

“Hnng! M-Miss! I can’t, I can’t!” Edge cries out, his hips bucking and pride churning and twitching in Cloud’s hooves.

She immediately pulls her tongue out with an obscene schlick and picks up her head, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, laying it flat against the head of Edge’s hose.

He lets out a garbled string of sounds as his vision blacks out and his hips buck wildly, his release finally arriving in monstrous force. Cloud wraps her lips around him and he cries louder, his hips burying himself in her mouth, his taste filling her senses. Cloud suckles and licks, swallowing each drop of pleasure Edge releases with little moans of her own.

Her cheeks begin to bulge from an overabundance of product, the sweet taste overwhelming her senses. She moves in a flash, swallowing and releasing the head as she drops Edge’s rump and moves beside him, picking him up and settling under him, spooning him. She moves a hoof around and begins frantically tugging, letting fly more of his load as she settles her head next to his dazed, moaning visage, covering the both of them in loads of his thick love. Only when his chest and their faces are covered in himself does he begin to slow down, his flying loads reduced to a few weak spurts and his frantic bucking shortened to slow twitching.

Edge’s left eye flutters open slowly, his other glued shut from his pent up love. He could taste himself when he opened his mouth to breathe, a strange taste, and feel the mare behind him slowly stroking away.

“How do you feel?” Cloud broke the silence, whispering into his ear. She licked away the thick fluid from Edge’s neck and cheek, giving little pants. Edge couldn’t answer, his mouth filling with his seed when he tried. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”

Edge only let out a tiny whimper.

“I thought so.”