Shower Room Encounter

The cafeteria is much less noisy than usual at dusk, what with most of the Royal Guard still on leave. Even so, half of the mess hall plays host to quite a few of the Night Guard mixed with the Royal Guard. Most of them stay in their armor, barely making any noises other than the sparse greeting and goodbye. Edge himself sits alone in the most brightly lit corner, savoring his own food, when a guardsmare plops down on the bench next to him.

“Good evening, Edgey,” Cloud greets settling her head on her hooves and staring off into space.

“E-Evening, ma’am,” the stallion replies softly, munching daintily on his piece of cornbread.

“You got moved here, too?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, well that’s too bad,” Cloud responds, slowly inching closer to Edge. “I guess the night shift needed some help, hmm?”

“I-I guess so, ma’am.”

Cloud moves next to Edge, placing her hoof around him gently. He jumps a bit as she pulls him close, snuggling up against him as he seizes up. Cloud nuzzles against his shoulder, forcing a tiny grunt from the colt.

“Has anyone told you just how soft you are?” she compliments, “I could just hug you, and snuggle you, and kiss you,” she stops a moment to plant a little peck on Edge’s shaking, exposed neck, drawing out another small whimper from him. “How did you never catch a mare before, hun?”

“I’m, ah,” Edge tries to start, still quivering gently, “I-I was n-never interested in da-dating before.” Edge tries to pull away, before Cloud holds him a little tighter and nuzzles into his shoulder. “I mean, I’m not that, well, uh, good, I guess.”

“Oh, how sweet,” Cloud smiles, laying her head against Edge’s shoulder, having to lean over a bit because of his dainty body. “You could do so well, Edgey.”

“N-No, I couldn’t…”

“Well, maybe not now, hun, but you could’ve.”

Edge sinks a little. “W-Why not now?”

Cloud grins wholeheartedly. “Because you’re mine now, my little cuddle buddy, and only mine.” She finishes by wrapping both legs around Edge, covering him in an unfamiliar, but inviting gentle warmth.

“You know,” Cloud starts again, taking on a pensive tone. “Come to think of it, you always kinda looked like you needed some loving.”

“Really?” Edge replies curiously.

“Uh huh,” she answers, nuzzling against the nape of his neck. “Walking around so nervous all the time, staying alone in the mess hall, sitting in corners, you know, all that jazz. And to be honest,” Cloud continues, suckling gently on Edge’s neck, “that’s a pretty big turn on for me. Don’t ask why, because I don’t know either.”

Edge simply sits there with his forced partner snuggling against him, still giving gentle signs of affection to his neck and cheek. His food lays cold before him, his legs trapped against him in Cloud’s strong embrace.

Edge seizes once again when he feels a hoof rubbing against his soft belly, sending little shivers up his spine as Cloud’s hoof does little circles. His face, having just stopped shining, lights up once again as small, throaty grunts escape him, no matter how hard he tries to be quiet. Edge’s legs open and close as he squirms against Cloud’s roving hoof. She starts traveling downward, still rubbing along tenderly and licking against his neck.

Something thumps against the underside of the bench, reeling Edge out of his trance. His heartbeat kicks up a few notches as he struggles more against Cloud.

“M-Miss Cloud!” he whispers as best as he can, “Please! N-Not here!”

“I’ll make it a quickie, sugar, but stay still, I promise you that you’ll love this,” Cloud whispers into the stallion’s ear, settling back against his shoulder.

Trapped between her lovely ministrations against his growing excitement and her incredible grip, Edge silently resigns himself to keeping as still and quiet as he can. Cloud’s hoof moves gently against his base, applying a lovely pressure just above his shame, forcing a few twitches from it.

Cloud gives him Edge a short stroke, forcing an awkward sound from his throat. She watches his face screw into strange visages as he tries not to cry out while she strokes along his turgid length. Edge’s body shakes as his pent-up stress threatens to release much sooner than he anticipated.

“M-Miss, please!” Edge struggles to contain himself, let alone whisper, as his hips pump along Cloud’s hoof. “Please!”

“Shush now, honey,” Cloud whispers, her hoof gliding along Edge’s glistening member hidden under the table, “you’ll make an even bigger mess of this if you don’t keep it together.” She quickly pulls the colt into a kiss, dominating his smaller, flaccid muscle with her own strong, practiced movements.

Edge groans into Cloud’s mouth as he releases his load, spattering against the bottom of the table with a few strong spurts. The mare’s hoof flies over his tool, milking him for all his worth as his hips buck gently. The spent stallion quickly grows slack in the sergeant’s grip, and he lays against the tabletop when she releases him.

“Was it good?” the sergeant asks, rubbing the stallion’s back as he breathes heavily with his cheek against the table.

“Uh, yeah, yes, ma’am,” he weakly responds.

“Good, good.” Cloud rises from her seat, patting her stallion on the back. “You have a nice night now, alright?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am.”

“Good,” she smiles, leaving the stallion with a mess under the bench.