Shower Room Encounter

The shower drips to a stop as Cloud steps out, leaving the broken stallion breathing heavily on the wet floor behind her. As she heads back to her own stall, her steps proud and strong, she lets her wings splay out alongside her, flicking the water off.

Edge, meanwhile, struggles to get to his hooves, his legs twitching from the earlier overstimulation while his head struggles to process anything behind a cloud of thick, heady arousal. He could only lay down with his face plastered to the floor, though, his back stiff and his hind legs numb as his forehooves paw against the wet tiles beneath him.

“So, where do you usually get assigned to, hun?” Cloud asks nonchalantly, already washing the evidence of their coupling from herself.

Edge struggles to say something, anything really, but can only produce a little whine in response.

“You haven’t done this in a long while, have you?” she continues unheeded, sparing a glance to the stallion, now with his rump sticking in the air as he struggles to pick himself up.

Edge doesn’t respond.

The corners of Cloud’s lips curl up slightly. “Well, I can bring you up to speed if you want to. Would you like that?”

Edge slips on the tile and lands on his back, groaning morosely.

“Great! I’ll see you again tomorrow, then,” the sergeant finishes, rinsing off and leaving her stall and once again entering Edge’s. She stands over him, watching his dazed expression as he struggles to focus his eyes. “Just know that if you blow me off, I’ll find you.”

The colt lets out a confused sound, barely making out the mare above him. “And when I do,” she continues, stooping a little closer, “I’ll put you into a rut-coma.”

Edge whines again, turning away. Cloud takes the opportunity to plant a small, chaste kiss on his wet cheek, grinning devilishly as his face fills with blood once again. “See you tomorrow, love.”

She turns and walks out of the stall and the shower room, leaving Edge to soak.

The shower room is lively, if only with less than a quarter of the usual ponies. Edge once again finds himself alone, but now secluded in the back of the room in a secluded and fully enclosed stall. He periodically pulls open the plastic curtain and looks around, watching, keeping guard, as he frantically washes himself as fast as he can.

Unfortunately, with the absence of many of the guards, the room empties out much more quickly than usual, and Edge is left alone with only the sounds of his own frantic scrubbing to keep him company.

At least, for the next minute or so.

Edge’s stall is yanked open, exposing the stallion as he yelps in surprise.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Cloud questions, stepping into the stall and quickly closing the curtain. “Were you trying to hide from me?” she asks, her eyes narrowed and her lips a thin crease.

“N-No!” Edge steps back a bit, “No, ma’am! N-Not at all!” He tries his best to smile, he really does, but his face keeps twitching into a horrified grimace. He tries to look her in the eye, but he can’t stand against the accusing glare she’s giving him, her deep blue eyes drawing him in with frightening strength.

Edge steps left quickly, but Cloud stays right with him and sidesteps, moving forward a bit and forcing him backwards. He steps back more, until his rump hits the tile wall with Cloud still moving staring into his eyes.

Edge’s eyes flicker right, to a gap between Cloud and the far wall. “Uh, i-is this r-really necessary, ma’am?” he asks, moving slightly to the right while keeping his eyes locked with hers.

“Completely.” Cloud keeps her gaze locked. “Remember yesterday?”

Edge feels his cheeks tingling fiercely. “Y-Yes, ma’am.” He moves right some more.

“I saw how much you had to give,” she continues, “so that means you’ve been dry for a while, huh?”

“Well, actually,” Edge feels his throat go dry, “it’s, uh, kind of complicated-“ Edge darts right and lunges for the curtain.

With reflexes too fast for Edge, Cloud turns and locks her hooves around Edge’s ankles, bringing him to the floor instantly as he grabs for the exit.

“Now that’s just rude.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Edge cried out, struggling to get a grip on the slippery floor.

“Looks like lesson time is about to start. Are you ready, love?”

“No! No, no, no!”

Cloud pulls back and shimmies until she’s against the back of the stall with Edge’s plot sitting in front of her, his blue, soaked tail wagging frantically in front of her nose.

“So, you were in the middle of saying something before?” The mare asks, moving her hooves down and immediately forcing Edge’s chest to the floor, his rump still stuck in the air in front of Cloud.

“B-But, I-“

Cloud rubs her hooves into his plot, silencing him instantly. “Answer, please.”

Cloud spares a look behind him, eyeing the mare that was, in turn, eyeing his rump. “W-Well…” he starts, shutting his eyes. “I’ve never, uh, actually done this bef-“

“Really now?” Cloud’s eyes snap to Edge’s, her hooves sinking more forcefully into his plot. “You’re a virgin?”

Edge hesitantly nods.

A slow shiver runs through Cloud. She bites her lip and releases a strange, guttural sound. “Well, in that case…” She lets the sentence run off, now focusing intensely somewhere under Edge’s tail.

Realization hits him like a freight train. “N-No! Please, not- Ah!”

Cloud starts licking sloppily against the tight muscle under Edge’s tail, making obscene sounds as she trail up and down repeatedly, leaving a trail of saliva.

The stallion’s legs start to shake, his rump losing control and moving in Cloud’s grip against her tongue. Edge spews pleas for a reprieve, but Cloud’s ministrations only grow more heated.

She stops for a moment and looks to Edge shaking madly. “Oh shut up, you’re enjoying almost as much as I am.”

“N-N-No, I’m n- Gah!”

Cloud circles her tongue around Edge’s entry point before invading, wriggling her muscle and loosening Edge’s, snaking around and searching for a special button.

“Ah!” Edge yells, his eyes widening as he feels something incredible in his backside. “Ah! Nng! What-What is that!?”

Cloud smiles behind his rump as she pulls out, tonguing everywhere on the way, and relocates to a spot just a bit further down. She presses into the smooth tight skin, searching again until she feels a tiny, miniscule bump against the tip of her tongue and hears Edge choke on his breath.

Cloud feels Edge’s entire lower half clench and spasm as his ignored tool come to life and twitch, sending a volume of his seed across the floor of the stall. He mutters gibberish as more is pumped out, much more than the previous day, and his hooves are coated an off-white. Cloud presses with more force, and for every push, she can hear another jet of Edge’s release shoot against the floor with surprising force. Edge’s body goes limp with exhaustion as his hose continues spraying, coating the entire stall floor before him in his love. His legs no longer support himself, and he falls in as Cloud laps against his rear.

Once Edge’s mind-shattering orgasm comes to a trickling halt, Cloud gently settles his rump against the clean side of the stall and admires her handiwork with an approving look and a smile.

“Not too shabby, Cloud, not too shabby…”