In This Sacred Band of Ponies
Flash Sentry had the equipment prepared long before the lieutenant arrived. After all, a good Petty Squire was always a Petty Squire, long after the squireship ended.
“Big date tonight, lieutenant?”
The cramped barracks was at the base of the Canterlot Western Watchtower, and most of the other guards posted there lived nearby. Only new recruits, out-of-towners and workaholics used spent much time in there. It smelled of floor wax, stale sweat and metal polish. It was currently empty but for two ponies, Lieutenant Shining Armor and Corporal Flash Sentry.
A sloppy smile was scrawled across Shining Armor’s face. He didn’t reply right away. “Huh? Yeah.”
Flash Sentry snorted into his hoof. “You don’t say, sir. Might wanna do something about the head-in-the-clouds look. We can’t have our good lieutenant looking overeager, after all.”
Shining Armor shrugged, and the smile stayed. “Eh. She knows me, Sentry, and she’s used to it.”
“A friend, huh? Anypony I know, sir?”
Shining Armor’s smirk was practically audible. “Princess Cadence.”
Instead of amazement or disbelief, Flash Sentry just shook his head. “Nah. Won’t work out.”
“What, I’m too handsome for royalty?”
“No sir, you’re too dumb. She needs somepony with brains. Like your sister.”
The lieutenant and the corporal had been like this ever since Flash Sentry’s basic training. Near graduation, each new recruit was assigned to an older soldier as a ‘petty squire.’ The older soldier would act as a mentor, confidant, and shouty pony. When the drill sergeant tore Flash Sentry a new orifice for fucking up, it was Shining Armor’s job to make sure he learned to do it right. When Flash Sentry needed a training partner for spearfighting, Shining would be that training partner. And when Flash Sentry collapsed in the mud halfway through a ten mile run on two hours sleep, it was Shining Armor’s job to scream at him until he got up, push him until he started moving, and if all else failed drag him to the finish line by his teeth.
To Flash Sentry’s credit, he’d only had to do that once.
“You’re giving out dating advice now, corporal? I’ve seen the mares you’ve laid. They all look potatoes with a horn at one end and no ass whatsoever at the other.”
“You wound me, sir. Those mares were beautiful, and when they weren’t they were freaks in bed. Again, like your sister.” Flash Sentry ducked a lazy swipe from his lieutenant, and set down a small canvas bag at his side.
In return for mentorship, petty squires were required to serve and assist their soldiers. So, for the rest of their basic training and for the extended training afterwards, they had to act as gofers and couriers, to clean and maintain their soldier’s living quarters, to tag along on whatever assignment a given soldier had on base, and to do twice as much ironing as usual. There were also ceremonial duties, like acting as a weapon-carrier for your soldier, checking your soldier’s dress uniform, and of course, grooming your soldier.
Shining Armor sat on his haunches and presented his right forehoof. Flash Sentry took a small metal pick from the bag, grasped it in his mouth, and began to clean Shining Armor’s hoof, taking care to remove any dirt, mud or grit he could find. Hoof-cleaning was an important part of military hygiene. A thrush infection could leave a pony limping for months.
Soldiers sometimes balked at letting their petty squires pick their hooves, because a clumsy, inattentive squire with a cheap tool could cause more pain than they were worth. But Shining Armor had been a good teacher, and Flash Sentry was nothing if not a fast learner.
Flash Sentry turned the pick around, revealing a small brush on the other end, which he used to brush the hoof completely clean between the frog, nail and shoe. He blew on it, and when Shining Armor gave a satisfied nod, he moved to the left forehoof. The lieutenant took good care of his hooves, and so this too was quickly cleaned. He stood up, and presented a hind hoof for Flash Sentry to clean.
Squireships technically ended when recruits ended their extended training, became full privates rather than probationary ones, and received their first assignments. In practice, the soldiers would keep in contact with their former squires, and the squires would turn to them for advice. When a petty squire and their soldier worked exceptionally well together, they would sometimes formally continue their relationship. ‘Equastes’ and ‘equomenos’ were the two terms for the older and younger partner, respectively.
Shining Armor was Flash Sentry’s equastes, and Flash Sentry was his equomenos.
Shining Armor muttered a curse as Flash Sentry filched a tiny stone from his hind hoof. “That thing was driving me crazy all day, thanks,” he said.
“Y’know, l’tenant,” said Flash, still working the pick through Shining Armor’s hoof, “I read about deesh ancient lishards who wash sho big and sho dumb that they’d bite their own tailsh and it’d take them a minute to realishe it was their own tail. Remindsh me o’ you.”
“Don’t be silly, Sentry. We both know you can’t read.”
After cleaning out his last hoof, Flash Sentry dropped the pick and looked up at Shining Armor.
“You need to see the farrier, sir. Your right hindshoe isn’t set flush against your sole. It’s how that pebble got trapped.”
“Crap. Just as well, I’ve needed to see her for a while now. Thanks for the heads up.” Shining Armor levitated a notebook towards him and jotted a date down, a habit drilled into him from years of living alongside his sister. He swore that Twilight kept a third of her brain on endless sheets of parchment.
He looked at Flash Sentry and nodded. The young pegasus went back to the bag, and took what he needed for the next part.
Flash Sentry strapped the curry comb around a front hoof. It was made of blue, hard plastic and had three concentric rings of wide, thick teeth.
“Can’t have our royal highness turning up to the court tomorrow with your shedded coat all over her back now,” he said. “Time to get rid of your winter coat, sir.”
Shining Armor nickered, and stood to attention. His tail flicked gently to the side as the cold teeth of the comb pressed into the back of his neck. When it trailed down his hard, tense muscles with the perfect amount of force, he let out a tiny sigh through his nostrils.
Flash dragged the comb down the exact same path again, pressing ever-so-slightly harder. Shining Armor hissed through his teeth, and one of his hooves twitched excitably.
“Sir, it feels like a brick wrapped in a blanket. You gotta switch to decaf.”
“Never,” grunted the lieutenant.
“When’s the last time you had a proper grooming, sir?”
“Weeks ago. Too busy.”
“Hah, no wonder you’re wound tighter than a clockmaker on a salt-bender. I guess I’ll just have to do keep doing this, huh?”
“It’s heavenly, you gotta do this more often— fuck!” He nearly shouted as the comb trailed to his withers.
Curry combing worked as a combination of things. It helped shed loose hair, it got dirt and tangles out, and it worked as a gentle, repetitive massage. The comb trailed through Shining Armor’s white coat with a gentle rasp, sending a wonderful tingle through his skin wherever it touched. Flash Sentry brushed every spot at least twice, and the second stroke pressed just hard enough to relax the tough, toned muscle underneath.
Flash Sentry took his time with it. A good grooming left a pony feeling like a million bits, and a bad one left them tense, frustrated and still shedding loose hairs.
The comb was gentle as it went through Shining Armor’s undercarriage and belly, as these areas were too ticklish and supple to need massaging, There was a light touch too along the legs, where the muscle was thin and close to the bone.
But along the withers and rump, Flash Sentry knuckled down. He rested one foreleg on the lieutenant’s back so he could get adequate leverage, and went to work. The thick, deep muscle along these areas was impeccably toned on Shining Armor, and made look like a paragon of equine virility. But the amount of work he put those muscles through made him any masseur’s dream client.
When Flash Sentry got to his rump, Shining Armor laid down on his belly with his legs tucked in and his face against the floor. “Above the cutie-mark. Use your hooves.”
Before the lieutenant had even said the words, Flash Sentry was pressing his hooves hard into that exact spot. The young corporal knew it well, it was a problem spot that he’d helped cause in an inter-squad game of rugby.
“Is this the spot, sir?”
“Yes,” mumbled Shining Armor, his eyes shut and face pressed against the pine floorboards.
“This spot right here, sir?”
“Yes...” Shining Armor’s left hindleg stuck out, stretching to reveal more of the muscle. He groaned audibly as the corporal pressed in even deeper.
“You like it when I press this fucking spot, sir?”
Shining Armor groaned audibly. His left hind hoof started slapping against the ground, like a dreaming dog’s paw.
“You like it when your corporal presses this spot right here just like this?”
“Fuck!”
Flash Sentry bore down on that spot, standing on his hindlegs and pressing his weight downwards as he rolled his hooves around the muscle. Shining Armor’s muted curses intensified to a long, uninterrupted groan. Finally, the lieutenant raised a hoof and tapped it against the ground. Flash Sentry got off, and Shining Armor got up.
Shining Armor was breathing hard, and his left hindleg was still twitching. He gave his limbs a quick shake.
“That was...” He looked at Flash Sentry, who was smiling smugly. He swallowed nothing. “That was acceptable.”
“Acceptable, sir?” His smirk became smugger, if anything.
“Entirely acceptable.” Shining Armor straightened up again. “Resume your duties, corporal.”
“Yes, sir.”
The hard brush came next. The thick, stiff bristles of the brush would run through a pony’s coat and pick up whatever hair, dirt or detritus had been stirred up by the curry comb.
Shining Armor looked in sore need of the hard brush. It was as if his entire winter coat had decided to shed itself today, and he seemed to have doubled in size from fluffy, loose white hairs alone. It was like somepony had rubbed a dozen balloons against him, and was holding them all two inches from his coat.
Feeling the hard bristles stroke against his skin wasn’t as powerful as the curry comb, but it was relaxing, almost mediative. He felt cleaner with every stroke.
He remembered an incident before solstice, where he’d slept inside a carriage for a four-day stakeout, chased down half a dozen suspects for the next two days, and been involved in interrogations for three days after that. He’d had maybe a dozen hours sleep through the whole thing, and when he had a hot shower for the first time afterwards it felt like he’d unburdened a sack of hammers from his back. This felt similar.
After a dozen strokes along his neck and the top of his withers, the brushing stopped. Flash Sentry walked in front of him, and showed him the brush. Shining Armor couldn’t see the bristles. It was just a gigantic clog of hair and dust. He gave a low whistle.
Flash Sentry took a long-toothed metal comb and began cleaning out the brush. “Do you have any poodle in your family, sir?”
Shining Armor chuckled. “Yeah. Mother’s side.”
When the brush was clean, Flash Sentry got back to work. He paid a lot of attention to the legs, as he could apply pressure with this brush that he couldn’t with the curry comb, and Shining Armor nickered softly from the attention.
Shining Armor couldn’t help but feel a little pride as the orange pegasus masterfully cleaned his coat. Nine-tenths of basic training felt like inspection parades and endless needling of your uniform and grooming. As the saying went, today it’s hoof polish, tomorrow it’s spare quivers, the day after it’s submarine hatches. Every recruit got it in the neck at some point, but Shining Armor trained Flash until he got it a lot less than most.
The brushing continued. Flash Sentry picked the hair from the brush every few strokes, and dropped it onto an ever-growing pile on the floor. He was gaining a pace now, and quickly cleaned both of Shining Armor’s sides, his back, and set to work on his dock and lower. He pushed a little harder when he combed the inside of his lieutenant’s thighs — the skin was just sensitive enough for it to hurt, and it hurt just enough to be energizing. Shining Armor lifted his legs in turn to give him better access.
By the time they were done, there were two bucket’s worth of hair and detritus piled on the floor. They both looked surprised by the sheer quantity.
“Sir, I think the princess wants a pony who can actually take care of himself. Not a slob like you.”
“Please. What kind of equastes would I be if I didn’t give you a chance to practice your craft?”
“A nice one, sir.” Flash Sentry grinned as he picked up the next tool: a soft-bristle brush. He walked around to look at Shining Armor, and began to gently groom his face.
Shining Armor snorted. “Corporals. Get one chevron on the shoulder and they think they know everything about everything.”
Both of them were silent for a moment as Flash Sentry brushed the tricky bits between the eyes, behind the ears, and under the chin.
Shining Armor spoke up. “Are you taking on a petty squire this year?”
Flash Sentry shook his head. “Deferred it. Getting close protection, defensive flying and interviewing training all under my saddle, just for starters. Plus, it’s a big commitment, and I’ve still got you to look after, sir.”
“You’re looking after me? I saved your life last month, you little whelp!”
It was partly true. They had been part of a raid on a sugar-smuggling operation, and one of the smugglers tried to burn all of the evidence. Flash Sentry used his pegasus magic to supress the smoke and flames long enough to find everypony, and Shining used his magic and physical strength to batter out an escape route while preventing the building from falling down around him. They’d saved the lives of ten smugglers and an innocent dog.
“That’s technically true, sir, but you were just acting like you always do.”
Shining Armor blew on a hoof as Flash Sentry moved behind him and ran the soft brush down his neck. The few odd tufts and strands left by the hard brush were quickly swept onto the floor.
“Yeah, I guess heroism comes pretty naturally to some ponies.”
“I meant being reckless and running into things really hard, sir.”
Shining Armor rolled his eyes and let Flash Sentry groom him. The brush sounded like silk on silk as it went through his coat. Although it didn’t massage him as the curry comb had done or carry the satisfying scratch that the hard brush did, the soft brush removed anything small enough to have been left behind, and aligned everything perfectly. It felt very right.
The result was impressive. Shining Armor looked two shades whiter, his coat gleamed even in the late afternoon light, and his cutie-mark almost glimmered with its own magic. His appearance now matched his name.
The final tools of the grooming kit came out. Several cloths and sponges, two bowls of hot water, and a few tubes of gels. First, Flash Sentry wet a sponge and began to clean Shining Armor’s body with it, from the neck down. Wherever the sponge went, a dry cloth followed. Almost everything had been cleared away by the first three brushings, but this one removed even the tiniest motes that remained, and also felt wonderful.
Then, he cleaned the lieutenant’s face with a fresh sponge. While the fur was still slightly damp, he applied a tiny dab of highlight oil to Shining Armor’s face. He used it sparingly — too much highlighter was extremely gauche. He used just enough that it was barely noticeable.
After that, he took a silk cloth and draped it over Shining Armor’s horn. He rubbed the cloth vigorously, but applied little pressure. A minute later he let go, and the silk cloth flapped away, fluttered to the side of the room, and perched atop a laundry hamper.
Flash Sentry wet the next cloth, and grinned. They were getting close to the good parts.
He walked around Shining Armor, lifted the lieutenant’s tail, and washed everything from tail to testicles. It was already impeccably clean, it was incredibly discourteous not to clean that area before letting a pony groom you, but Flash Sentry washed it anyway. Grooming was half ritual, as much about showing deference to your superiors as actually cleaning them. And it was hard to get more deferential than this.
He discarded this cloth, and acquired a fresh one. He washed between Shining Armor’s haunches where the legs met the groin. Then, he touched the washcloth to Shining Armor’s balls. The little snort that the lieutenant gave did not go unnoticed, and neither did the subtle twitch of his tail.
Shining Armor’s balls were thick and heavy, each the size of an orange. The skin was pink and brown and perfectly smooth. Flash Sentry cradled them in a hoof, testing their weight and admiring them as he cleaned them with the cloth. It was nothing he had not seen before, of course, but this was still a duty he thoroughly enjoyed.
By the time Flash Sentry reached Shining Armor’s sheath, the lieutenants cock was already hanging out and half-erect. The pegasus rolled onto his back and scooched under Shining Armor for better access.
He trailed the cloth along Shining Armor’s dick, admiring it as much as cleaning it. It wasn’t a titanic tower of flesh straight from a teenaged mare’s lustful scribblings, though it was still noticeably larger than average.
It was, simply put, the ideal dick. Large enough to satisfy all but the neediest of ponies, but not so large to be intimidating. When he was hard, it looked like it would vibrate like a tuning fork if struck. The skin was as smooth as melted white chocolate. A few virile veins could be seen through the skin, but they were not prominent enough to be gross. There was a proud, powerful flare at the head, and a healthy bead of precum forming from the tip. Mares wanted it, and stallions wanted one like it.
Though, some stallions wanted it too.
Flash Sentry felt the cock harden under his ministrations, and by the time he’d cleaned it of the day’s sweat and musk, it was fully erect. He pulled the tip downward towards the floor, and then let go. It bounced upwards and slapped Shining Armor’s belly with a loud ‘thwap’.
Flash Sentry put the cloth to the side, and idly trailed his hoof up and down Shining Armor’s length. “You pretty excited for tonight, sir?”
“Uh-huh.” He let out a sharp breath through his nostrils, and flicked his tail. Flash Sentry could only guess whether it was from excitement or impatience.
“You want me to get the easy one out of the way for you, sir?”
“Yeah — Fuck!”
Flash Sentry wasted no more time on foreplay. He had turned to his side, craned his neck, and taken the head of Shining’s cock into his mouth. He began with a few gentle, testing sucks, appreciating its warmth, how it was at once incredibly stiff and yet at the same time yielding, and the salty burst of precum that had slipped onto his tongue.
An equastes and equomenos had a powerful bond. Each partner drew strength from the other to fight and guard to their very last drop. They had camaraderie beyond camaraderie. In their own way, they were as close to each other as lovers, sometimes closer.
Though, the line between partners and lovers was often a blurry one.
Flash Sentry closed his eyes and bobbed his head. Each time he moved, he’d roll his neck from side to side, massaging every inch of flesh in his mouth. Shining Armor had taught him a few tricks in this department, too.
The pegasus held no jealousy towards his lieutenant, except that Shining Armor was getting under a beautiful alicorn’s tail tonight and Flash Sentry was not. He felt a mixture of pride and contentedness, knowing both that he was helping Shining Armor get the mare of his dreams, and knowing that if their positions were switched, rank or no rank, Shining would groom him impeccably in a second.
When Flash Sentry craned his neck further and took half of the cock into his throat, Shining Armor bent down and nipped at the pegasus’s cutie-mark. It wasn’t a reprimand; Shining knew from many nights of having Flash writhe under him that he loved the feeling of teeth on his coat. Feeling the pegasus moan around his cock was all the confirmation he needed.
Flash Sentry stuck his tongue out and yawned, letting the medial ring slip past his lips. He was deep-throating his lieutenant now. One of his hooves reached up and grabbed Shining Armor’s rump, giving him better leverage to pull the cock into his mouth. The lieutenant was doing his best not to thrust his hips forward, though he couldn’t stop the occasional twitch.
With a slick slurp, Flash Sentry pulled back until only the tip of the cock was in his mouth. He stopped grabbing at Shining’s rump with his hoof, and started running it along Shining’s dick while he sucked it.
Shining Armor pawed at the ground. His eyes had been squeezed shut since the blowjob started, and every other breath came as a ragged snort. He wouldn’t last long. There was a reason he wanted the easy one out of the way.
Flash Sentry used his wings to prop his shoulders up — not a position he could maintain for long, but he didn’t need long — and wrapped both forehooves around Shining Armor’s dick. At the same time he fucked his face onto the tip, keeping his mouth wide and letting the cock hit his wet, warm tonsils over and over as his tongue slathered against the bottom.
He sped his hooves up and drooled copiously, quickly spreading his saliva over the cock as lube. Soon his hooves were practically flying, almost whacking himself in the face with every stroke.
“Cumming.”
That was all the warning Flash Sentry got. He pulled off the cock until only the tip of his tongue was touching the head.
The first spurt filled his mouth and came with such force that the liquid sloshed straight out, running down his chin and back onto the dick. Before he could savor the taste, the next spurt hit his mouth too. He closed his lips to swallow, and the third spurt splashed over his forehead, and the fifth his cheek. He snorted when another spurt hit his nostrils, but then the spurts stopped and spunk simply continued to drool from the cock in a pulsing stream.
He wrapped his lips around the tip with an appreciative moan and felt his mouth fill again. Shining Armor’s cum was thick, gooey and wonderfully hot. In a strange way, Flash Sentry felt almost privileged to swallow it, to let the rich, white liquid roll around on his tongue before gulping it down, to savor his equaste’s seed. Shining Armor was the very model of virility. Each teaspoon could probably impregnate a city’s worth of mares.
Flash Sentry let the cock fall from his mouth. The last dribble of cum dripped out onto his chest, and then he collapsed onto the floor. He stayed there only a moment. The grooming was not yet done, after all.
He took a fresh cloth, dampened it in the now-lukewarm water, and ever-so-gently cleaned Shining Armor’s cock a second time. Shining Armor gave the odd twitch, but was otherwise impassive as the pegasus cleaned his sensitive flesh.
When Flash Sentry was done, he quickly packed away his tools. The grooming was finished. There was one last bit of ritual to complete. He walked in front of Shining Armor and stood to attention.
Shining Armor took in the sight. There, stood Flash Sentry. His face was coated in semen. That which had hit his forehead had dribbled downwards, forcing his left eye shut and utterly covering his cheek. A strand of cum dripped down his nose, vibrating softly every time he breathed. It ran down his chin and onto his chest, darkening the dull-orange fur. Some of Shining’s blasts were so powerful that little globs had splashed onto Flash Sentry’s messy blue mane.
Flash Sentry looked thoroughly depraved even without the cum. His cheeks had a rosy tint to them, his one open eye was lidded, and he was completely coated in a thin sheen of sweat. He looked like he was visibly restraining himself from licking his lips for more delicious, salty cum. His wings were twitching and ruffling unconsciously, begging to be preened, groped and bitten.
Most tellingly of all, his cock was out of his sheath and achingly hard.
Shining Armor finished looking him over, and nodded. Flash Sentry gave him a crisp salute.
“At ease, corporal.”
The grooming was complete.
Shining Armor gave Flash Sentry one of his rakish, half-cocked grins, and the younger stallion tried not to blush. He cleared his throat, nickering as a droplet of cum dripped on his nostril. “It’s near sundown, sir. You want I should get your shirt, now?”
Shining Armor stepped forward, grinning all the wider. “Not just yet, Sentry.”
The white stallion took another step and pressed his muzzle to the corporal’s. Their lips parted and the lieutenant’s tongue slipped inside, tasting a hint of his own seed. His kiss was hungry and aggressive, first pushing the corporal onto the backs of his hooves and then on his rump as the lieutenant pressed into him. Something between a moan and a growl passed through Shining Armor’s throat, full of lust and want, and one of his powerfully-toned hooves stroked through Flash Sentry’s rough, blue mane.
Shining Armor broke the kiss, still stroking his beloved’s mane. He nipped gently at Flash Sentry’s cheek and his ear, and then shifted his head to the side, peeking under the pegasus’s barrel. He stepped back.
“Present yourself, corporal.”
Flash Sentry leaned back, his pink shaft bobbing gently upwards as he spread his haunches. “Th-thank you, sir, but you’re meeting the Princess in less than one hour—”
“If the Princess wants to court an officer of the Equestrian Royal Guard, she can learn to love the taste of your cum on his lips,” he said brusquely.
Shining Armor lowered his muzzle and pressed it against Flash Sentry’s balls. He nuzzled each of the wonderfully weighty testes, kissing them and flitting out his tongue to caress them. The scent and warmth was intoxicating, and Shining Armor couldn’t help but suck one into his mouth, playing the velvety-soft skin over his tongue. He felt a warm breath of air from above as Flash Sentry nickered with pleasure.
He let the ball fall from his mouth with a slick pop, and moved up where the balls met the shaft. He pressed his lips to it, and then pressed against the skin with an open-mouthed kiss. He felt the cock twitch underneath his mouth, and licked it. The taste of salt and sweat filled his senses.
His wide, flat tongue trailed up the length of Flash Sentry’s cock until it reached the very tip. A clear bead of precum swelled at the tip, threatening to drip back down onto the pegasus’s chiseled stomach.
Shining Armor engulfed the tip of his cock in one fluid movement, and swallowed half of the length without pausing.
Flash Sentry didn’t even try to muffle his moan. He threw his head back and let incoherent noise stream out, capped by a mutter of a something that might have been “...Fuck.”
Shining Armor was fast and ravenous as he sucked his corporal’s cock. With each stroke he took in as much of the length as he could with complete disregard for his own gag reflex. Drool ran from his lips, slicking its way down Flash Sentry’s length.
He reached the base of Flash Sentry’s cock, his own muzzle pressing into the corporal’s pubic bone and his chin flush with his warm, wet balls. He didn’t pull back off or take a breath like a lesser pony would. Instead, he grabbed hold of Flash Sentry’s hips and pushed his face further down, and bobbing up ever so slightly. He pressed his face in-and-out over and over, fucking the last inch of cock down his throat.
He pulled back out to the tip, drool running down his chin. Flash Sentry was looking at him slack-jawed, his eyes lidded. A thick rope of precum clung between the tip of the cock and Shining’s lips. Before it could snap, he swallowed the cock again.
As he suckled the tip, he brought his hoof and touched it to the side of Flash Sentry’s dick, savoring the corporal’s embarrassingly high-pitched moan.
From the corner of his eye, Shining Armor saw the sun dipping below the skyline. He had to hurry, now. His hoof worked up and down the slick shaft as he sucked, almost slapping himself in the face from the force and speed of the strokes. Flash Sentry’s hips flicked upwards. The corporal lifted a hoof and wiped the sweat from his brow. He wasn’t going to last long.
Shining’s head plunged one final time, and pulled straight back to the tip. He pumped his hoof up and down the length three times. That was it.
Flash Sentry came, his hind legs twitching as thick, rich cum flowed out of the tip of his cock. It didn’t come out in spurts, it simply sprayed out in a long, uninterrupted stream of gooey, salty goodness. Opening his eyes a crack, he could see Shining Armor’s throat working to swallow all of his seed. The sheer shock of the pleasure twitching through his shaft was almost enough to make him lightheaded.
More than a minute later, Shining Armor pulled up. His cheeks were still bulging and a tiny trail of white ran down his chin. With two gulps, he swallowed everything that remained, and then licked his lips.
Flash Sentry gazed up at him, panting, and then back down at his cock. It was half hard, and still gently dribbling cum. Before he could say a word, Shining Armor bent down and sucked the last few drops from the tip.
Slowly, dazedly, they both made their way back to their hooves. Without being told, Flash Sentry retrieved a damp cloth and cleaned the mixture of spit and sperm from Shining Armor’s hooves and muzzle. By the time that the last slice of the sun had dipped under Canterhorn Mountain, Shining Armor was in his red silk shirt, spotlessly clean and impeccably groomed.
Before he turned to leave, Flash Sentry fluttered in front of him, and pressed one last kiss to his lieutenant’s lips.
A hot date was one thing, after all, but a Petty Squire is always a Petty Squire.
Author's Note
Somewhat inspired by http://www.fimfiction.net/story/159004/house-of-the-rising-sun
