The Grey Mare

The train from Ponyville slowed its ascent up the tall cliff faces of Canterlot; the majesty of the Capital City looming over the train’s passengers as they crossed the bridge and meandered into Market Station. Virulent Eye watched the other passengers depart the locomotive with no small amount of apathy. He collected his belongings, cantered off the rear car and into the square outside the station.

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Sitting on a small park bench outside the Canterlot Market Station, a rather petite grey Pegasus mare took another small scrap of paper into her wing. Several rough sketches were littered about her, splayed along the park bench. Sharply designed portraits, as well as rough sketches of stallions and mares that had passed her little bench had been had been strewn about the slate-colored Pegasus. She was about to start a lovely profile of an absolutely adorable little apple salesmare, if the filly would only hold still for a moment. The cream colored filly danced and bobbed her little bow along the station platform; shoving bright green and red apples into departing folks faces; much to their consternation.

Her sight of the amusing spectacle was distracted, however; by a glint from something to her far left. The bright glare was making it impossible to see even past her sunhat. Frustrated, the mare glanced over to see a pearl white stallion glancing about the square.

‘It’s his helmet,’ the mare deduced as the glint from the armor passed over her eyes again.

Looking again; the mare also saw that the colt had a very broad figure, fitting well over his equally impressive armor. At first glance, he seemed to be the very picture of Celestia’s proud Royal Guard. However, his weary eyes, lightly shuddering and almost gaunt gait, and solemn face told leagues more about his character. He seemed emotionally drained and even embittered towards the world. Celestia’s trusted armor hid this from the casual passerby, though a keen observer could find find the irregularities. Even at this distance; the mare could see her emerald eyes in the polished silver-lined chest piece. Her eyes trailed to his back and crested over his flank; where they settled on his cutie mark. It was nothing impressive, or even that unique -a single eye entombed in a miasma of blue.

As her gaze traveled back across his chest; she noted to her dread that the stallion was gazing intently back at her. Panicking, she began to shuffle her loose papers into her wings. To her ever growing horror, the stallion had began pacing towards her position. The mare hastened herself even more, even as the dull claps of horseshoes sung pseudo-death knells of his arrival. She picked one one more drawing just as the colt opened his mouth to greet her, galloping past groups of ponies; muttering half-apologies in her wake.

The confused colt seemed to disregard the behavior. It wasn't the first time somepony had fled from him in misunderstanding. 'Well it certainly wouldn't be the last,' the colt thought bitterly. He noticed, however, a small letter laying on the grass beyond the bench. Grabbing it in a forelimb, he glanced up to see the retreating mare turn a corner and disappear.

"Well, I guess a detour wouldn't hurt," Virulent mused.

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The light-silver mare turned a corner down another street and walked up the small stone steps of a small apartment loft. The apartment sat a stone's throw from the eternally beating heart of Canterlot; The Castle of The Royal Sisters. A glittering jewel that the mare was glad to see every night from her window. The starlight of Luna’s night ever expanding the radiance, grace, and opalescence of the castle. The mare would stay up for hours, gazing fondly at the cosmic jewelry shimmering and cascading its iridescent light upon the surrounding city rooftops. Often, a shooting star would appear among the backdrop of the castle spires; completing the ethereal painting.

She sighed wistfully as she entered the living room of the loft. She wasn't used to that much exercise all at once, but she was glad the situation didn't get any more awkward then it did. Dying of embarrassment didn't sound like a very fun thing to have to explain to one’s parents.

As the mare passed the coffee table in the center of the room, she rested the sketches in her wing amongst another more private group of sketch’s on the table. She turned and entered her kitchen; setting a small white tea kettle on the stove. As she went to the cupboards to get some celebratory cocoa, however; a knock came to the door. It was an insistent knock, but still rather gentle all the while. The mare glanced curiously towards the door-frame and began fluttering towards it.

Upon opening the small oaken door; the mare was greeted to the colt she had panicked over mere moments before. She froze in silent fear as the colt looked down at her; his already imposing frame becoming all the more intense.

“Hello Miss…,”the guard paused to looked at a small parchment in his hoof, much to the mare’s horror.

‘Oh Goddess, he found me. He’s found me, and is going to take me to the dungeons for looking at him wrongly; they probably won’t even give me a fair trial. He is a guard; who would believe anything I said over him. The courts might even send me to exile for such a heinous act or even worsethegallow...OH GODDESSES!,’ the mare’s heart rate skyrocketed as she drove herself into a delusional panic.

"Miss,"The stallion looked back at the letter to confirm the address,"...Vee-Oh-Leece, I presume?”

“A-ah-a-a-abuh-uh-uhhh,” tears began to form in her eyes as she began to lock up.

It took several moments for the mare to compose a fraction of composure. The colt patiently looked beyond the shuddering mare and into the dwelling beyond. It was very humble; it’s spartan furnishings making the house seem well maintained and was almost glowing in the evening light; it almost reminded him of...his mood darkened at the sudden tearing of fresh mental wounds. The mare’s barely regained composure melted again at the sight.

“Y-y-y-y-y-y-yyy-yes-s, s-s-sir. I’m Violise,” the grey mare replied after a few moments; her haunches nearly knocking together in fear.

“I’m here to return this letter- you seem to have misplaced it in your haste to get home.”

“T-thank you,” Violise replied, slowly taking the letter with a wing.

They both gazed at each other uncomfortably.

….

*cough*

“E-erm.”

“Yes?”

“N-n-nothing.”

“...Well, then I must take my le-”

“Please come inside!” Violise squealed at the guard. Virulent reared back momentarily; surprised by the tone.

“Well, if you don’t mind the intrusion,” the guard ambled behind the mare as she raced back to the kitchen. Letters and drawings alike all scattered from Violise’s wingbeats, showering Virulent in reams of white paper and yellowing scrolls. Shaking the loose papers off; Virulent went about looking at the drawings framed along the walls

“It was certainly unexpected of you to invite me into your home, if you don’t mind my candor.”

“N-not at all,” Violise replied from the kitchen, ‘I’m still trying to figure it out myself.’

Violise grabbed the cocoa tin from the cupboard and took two cups out along with them. As she went to grab the teakettle, she looked out to the living room,” Would you mind having any cocoa? I was making some for myself.”

“Not at all, I’d love some,” Virulent replied with a smile.

Violise returned a shy smile. She then looked at the papers strewn about him. The stringent fear that passed through Violise at that moment nearly made her explode. More calmly than her disposition allowed; Violise retrieved the cups-now full of liquid-and re-entered the living room. As she entered; she took absolute care to brush all of the papers under any furniture she could with her tail.

Reaching Virulent; Violise briefly looked back to confirm the papers were well hidden. Smiling inwardly, she handed the guard a mug and took a seat near the couch, where he was currently relaxing.

“Please be careful, it’s quite warm,” Violise muttered as she raised her own cup up to lips.

Virulent watched Violise swing her rear legs against the chair opposite, hiccuping slightly as she finished drinking. Taking his own mug; he quickly quickly sipped the hot liquid.

“Mhh, this is quite good, miss.”

“Oh-thank you, it’s just some store bought cocoa. I only add some cream to make it sweeter,” Violise shifted in her seat as she spoke.

A silence followed the short exchange, only broken by the sound of a ticking clock and quiet slurping. Nervously, Violise’s eyes roamed across her table, eager to avoid meeting the guards gaze. When her eyes spotted the slightly crumpled letter, she broke the silence.

“Thank you again for bringing back my mail, though that one is probably a bill knowing my luck.” Virulent looked up from his drink and smiled.

“It looked quite important, and it was no trouble. I have no current engagements today-I only need to find a hotel by tonight.”

“You don't have one already?” Violise asked.

“Yeah,” Virulent chuckled weakly, “you could say my whole trip’s been kind of an unscheduled one.”

“What do you mean?” Violise inquired.

“May I speak candidly, Miss?”

“Of course,” she replied.

Virulent shifted slowly in his chair and leveled his gaze at Violise.”Have you read any of the news coming out of the Badlands?”

Violise looked away and wracked her brain for anything that had stood out from that area recently.

“...Oh dear! Are those Changelings really coming in from the Badlands again?” Violise trembled violently in her seat, her voice squeaking at the mere mention of the frightening black creatures. During their last invasion, Violise had been captured and drained of so much emotion-it had melted the color from her coat, leaving it a slate grey.

“Not quite; you see the Changelings we commonly think of don’t exist. Not the way we've normally seen them. The creatures we saw at the battle of the Royal Wedding were what the changelings normally call ‘Locusts’. Mindless vampires of emotion; driven on by a rogue queen during a long drought.”

“The breeds that are coming into the border cities are a smaller, lighter colored, and all around more docile Changeling. Their only real problem seems to be their insatiable libido,” Virulents face darkened for a moment. “ Though that doesn't seem to bother the Princesses one bit.”

“Did something happen with the princesses?” Violise started.

“You will hear everything in better detail from them in the coming months- whenever they finally decide to return to their duties,” Virulent spat the last bit like he spotted a particularly unpleasant spot on the table.

The uncomfortable silence returned.

“Anyway, I really do need to get going...” Virulent put his mug on the aforementioned table and began to rise.

“W-why don’t you stay here?!” Violise chirped suddenly, startling the both of them.

“Well I,”He paused, “...I would be honored, Miss.”

Violise jumped up from her seat and trotted quickly towards her stairs while she collected her scattered thoughts. It took a moment for Virulent to pick up that he should follow her.

“At the top of the s-stairs; there’s a door on the right. That’s the guest room, feel free to...use…,” Violise trailed off, her eyes seeming unfocused as her body subconsciously rushed her into the room on the left. Virulent took a moment before he chuckled to the walls and went back downstairs to collect his things.

Back upstairs, Violise leaned back against her door and sighed. On one hoof, she was glad that she had helped someone who helped her; but something in the back of her mind told her that that may have not been a good idea. She just hoped it was her nerves acting up.

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~Nightfall~

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It was the peak of Luna’s illustrious night when a sharp knock awoke Virulent from his sleep. Shifting off the bed, he walked over to the door and paused before opening the door and tiredly speaking.

“Was there someth-”

Virulent was suddenly tackled in a flurry of feathers and lips. Momentarily stunned, the mystery assaulter took the opportunity to force themselves onto the bed with Virulent in tow. Clutching his forelimbs with their wings, guiding their slender limbs down the stallions chest. Virulent leaned his head back and took a brief moment to study his attacker. It was Violise, though her demeanor looked more like a wild beast than anything. Her mane and tail seemed almost alive as it fluttered in an invisible breeze. Her small Pegasi body seemed to have stretched into a lithe form that most runway ponies would die for. Large white jagged hearts spotted the fur around her fetlocks; almost looking as if the most translucent socks had formed with the fur. Her amber eyes leered down at him as she raggedly breathed in his scent.

“W-what are you doing, Violise?” Virulent stammered.

The gold colored spectres’ eyes swung wildly up at him before settling into a sultry gaze.

“Sshhh, sexy~. I've been wanting to do this all day. Unfortunately, Little Miss Stutter only lets me out when she sleeps.”

“You didn't answer my-,” Virulent was cut off as the mare nipped at the fur on his chest.

“Normally I have to go hunting for a catch such as yourself. So hush up and.Let. me. show. you. a. good… time~.”

Violise punctuated each word with a subtle peck from her lips would guide their way up towards his neck, where she placed one last lick along his cheekbone before gazing at him. The stallion's sheath strained his rapidly growing member; making him shift uncomfortably beneath her.

“U-uhm,” Virulent mumbled as Violise gently tugged at him lower lip with her teeth. He desperately tried to think of unpleasant things to try and clear his quickly fogging mind. Despite his efforts, his sheath slowly began to widen as his member became erect.

Violise purred as the member slid across her inner thigh, smearing her coat in a liberal amount of pre-cum. She shifted her hips upwards to allow the cock to fit in between their bellies. Slowly, she lifted her forelimbs up onto his chest and settled her marehood across the bulge of his member. She took a testing slide across it, eliciting a gasp from him. Virulent blushed heavily and leaned back, allowing her access to the rest of him.

“Mmm, that’s more like it~,” Violise moaned. Virulents eyes’ nearly rolled back into his head as he felt her hoof rub against his crown. His vision began to clear as he focused on the mare riding atop him, chuckling at his weak groans. Shifting on his shoulders; he took his brief moment of clarity and roughly grabbed Violise’s hips.

She gasped in mild panic as she felt herself stop, quickly assessing what stopped the pleasure. She looked down to meet a hard glare and paused. Virulent’s face was set into a statuesque pose. Violise’s panic subsided as she felt the hooves on her sides slowly draw small circles into her cutie marks. Continuing to thrust, Violise leaned down into the stallions face and joined lips. Almost immediately her tongue fought with his, their dance sharply punctuated with each quick thrust she made along his pole

Violise threw her head back in a gasp as she felt something tug hard at her tail. She looked back at the hoof grasping her dock and grinned deviously. She turned back to the stallion and put her forelimbs against his shoulders."I spent all day wonder how well endowed you were-I'm so glad you soldiers don't disappoint," she said with a smirk. She slid down until her plot met his sack.

"Y-yeah, I try not to," Virulent blushed more as the large shaft rose up. Taking part of his flare in her mouth, Violise eased her wings off of him and shimmied over his frame, rubbing along him one more time.

“Somebody sure is eager,” she tittered.

“Just trying to keep pace ma’am,” Virulent retorted, a smirk growing on his lips. With a slight huff, he looked down at the sopping wet marehood stopped on the tip of his shaft.

Violise looked down as well,”...well now,” she looked back up devilishly,” I don't’ think I've properly given you two an introduction.”

Before the stallion could question what she meant, she fluttered slightly into the air, turned about face, and planted her crotch firmly and ungracefully onto his open maw.

“Well, Virulent...meet your new queen. Feel free to worship her now~.” She leaned back and propped her forelimbs against the headboard of the bed. Planting her hips around his jaw, she began to rock back and forth.

Virulent briefly gasped at the sudden change in scenery, which only served to make Violise jump as she felt her clit get dragged along his lower lip. Little sparks of electricity went off in her limbs and gut as Virulent struggled to get air. Her rocking became more passionate as his tongue traced her outer and inner lips. Second after agonizing second passed for Virulent as the his world slowed, the lack of oxygen fueling his already hazed mind into a mindless state.

Violise leaned down and fixed her mouth against his cock, taking to his medial ring and rapidly bobbing her head. She felt his cock throb and expand as she pistoned her lips. The sudden action made Virulent gasp out what little oxygen he had, and forced part of Violise’s mound into his mouth. Violise’s hips clenched as he did this; her whole body firing off like an uncoiled spring. A burst of marecum filled Virulent’s mouth as she shakily fell off of him and onto the bed, his painfully throbbing member left again to the elements.

Virulent gasped as the world began to return around him. “*Gasp* Dear Luna, you have one nasty vice grip.” He worked his jaw with a hoof as he tried to soothe his overworked jaw.

A pair of tired eyes rolled in her head as Violise leveled her gaze at him.”Just give me a moment, you kind of surprised me there.”

“That makes two of us,”Virulent said.

"Ah," Virulent groaned as she nipped as the tip of his flare, making him twitch. Violise cooed before taking the massive cock in front of her and shoving down her throat in one violent thrust. She gagged momentarily as she adjusted to his large size. The pulse of her throat sending shivers down Virulents spine.

The mare started rapidly bobbing her head in tune with the cock's increasing throbs of pleasure; while slowly cradling his soft orbs with her wings. She moaned lewdly as a large smattering of pre shot into her mouth. The mare could feel his balls tighten, ready to fill her with copious amounts of seed. The mare doubled her thrusts, and moaned deeply, vibrating the air around the colt's cock again as orgasm approached. Grunting slightly, Virulent grasped Violise and sunk her muzzle right down to his sheathe and felt his tip flare deep inside of her throat. Shot after shot of his seed buried itself deep inside her stomach as he thrust, emptying his swollen sack noticeably with each thrust. After what seemed like an eternity, the flow of semen slowed to a dull trickle inside of Violise's mouth as she pulled herself off of him.

The mare held the seed in her mouth as she got up off the colt; swallowing as she faced him. Virulent tried to roll away from here and take a second to recover from his mind-numbing orgasm. She quickly pushed him back onto the bed and mounted herself on top of him.

" Where do you think you're going? Your tour of duty isn't over yet ~."

The mare slowly ground her crotch on the semi-flaccid stallion-hood; slowly bringing it back to attention.

"There we are~. Back in commission," Violise tittered

Virulent chuckled and kissed her belly as she got off of him.

"Ready to do your civic duty, big colt~?"

After a moment of readjustment, the two were ready to go at it again. Violise slowly got up and sat facing away from him, his cock sandwiched between his belly and the bottom of her dock. Virulent leaned back on his forelimbs and placed his flanks to either side of hers. Fluttering briefly, she raised herself just above his member and slowly guided herself down. Inch after inch, his lengthy member slid past her velvety walls.

She moaned slightly as his balls met with her clit. She turned her neck and quickly pecked him on the cheek before she dipped forward slightly and started thrusting, using her outstretched wings to counterbalance the awkward position. Virulent closed his eyes as he enjoyed the sensations on his previously abused shaft. Shifting forward to meet Violise mid-thrust, he wrapped his forelimbs around her waist, and began to nibble on her wings. His tongue drifted from each base, taking care to nibble on them each time she clenched up against his shaft.

The mare responded by thrusting her whole weight against his spire, trapping his flesh between her dripping folds.

"Naughty, naughty~ Mister guardsman. It's not polite to tease a lady," Violise pulled her hips forward ever slow slowly and gyrated her hips in time with Virulent's breath. Bringing her wings up towards his head, she pulled the colt in and pumped his stallionhood for all its worth into her. Her voice grew in pitch and frequency as her clit rubbed up against his fur. The cliff was rapidly approaching for both of them, Virulents eyes darkening at the edges as his breath grew short.

"Vio, I-I,m get-t-ting close," Virulent said in between shuddering gasps. Violise responded by clenching harder and gyrating back and forth on his shaft.

"Inside."

The breathy whisper was all it took. The mare desperately pulled at his cock as he thrusted, only to fill her to the hilt a final time. Virulent grasped the mare's hips, spilling his seed deep inside of her. Violise shook as she moaned, gazing wildly at the ceiling. Virulent's seed slowly dripped out of her as the aftershocks of their orgasms began to die off. A few more pulses dripped out of his shaft before she pulled off of him. Virulents eyes crossed momentarily and he passed out, too exhausted to even clean himself off. Violise grinned down at him and kissed his muzzle.

"Nighty night, soldier boy," the mare said as she departed. As she departed, her eyes flicked towards the large apparition fleeing from the opposite window. A moment of recognition flashed over her eyes before she closed the door.

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~~~~Next Morning~~~

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Virulent drearily opened his door to be greeted by an equally haggard looking Violise.

"O-oh, hi Virulent; did you sleep well? I slept terribly..."

Puzzled, Virulent was about to comment on his frankly bizarre dream. What he saw next made his mind go blank.

Violise turned towards her room and unwittingly presented her still cum-filled marehood to him. "I think I need to purchase a new mattress. I keep waking up with terribly aching muscles as of late." Violise rolled her necked as she turned to go down the stairs, leaving a stunned Blaze in her wake.

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Deep within Ponyville, a young Alicorn was presented with a letter that would change the course of her life forever.

To be continued

Author's Note

Soooooooooo, I've never done this before. Feel free to harangue me in comments about my lack of sexual writing prowess; hopefully it will improve in the later installments. Toodles~