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                   Shower Room Encounter                   
                   -by That One Bastard-                   
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                        Chapter One                        
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Chapter One
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.”

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                        Chapter Two                        
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Chapter Two
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…”

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Chapter Three
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.