Diamond Tiara of The Royal Guard

Diamond Tiara flopped onto her cot in their new quarters. It was smaller than the barracks, pretty much a single bedroom with enough space for the three of them to fit comfortably (if just barely). The idea was that it was supposed to further improve the team's bonding or something.

Right now, she was just grateful to have a bed to sleep in.

After tentatively finding out that Dinky and Rumble were not actually friends with Aura (they had seen her around school way back when and ran into her again when enlisting), Diamond Tiara had informed them that she had been removed from the training program due to "disciplinary issues" after fighting with another cadet. Tiara had no desire to get into more detail.

Dinky was disappointed since "she seemed really nice. And pretty driven." Rumble gave no response.

Neither asked about the stitches across her face.

Once all the groups were set up -- with additional members in the last few since the numbers of all the types did not balance out evenly -- they began training. It was different from what Diamond Tiara had gone through before. Parts of it were similar, requiring her to crawl, climb, or keep her balance. Now, that was not all there was to it. At some points, Diamond Tiara had to carry one of them or the other, and at one point, she had them both. Some times a shield had to be put up to protect them from something in order to get through, and at others, a blast of magic had to be used to hit a target. There were also places a pony would have to fly ahead to do something such as tie off a rope or lower a plank to use as a bridge. At times, they had to do two or three things at the same time.

It had been a long day filled with a lot of physical effort. Now she was sore, exhausted, and ready for bed.

As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out.

Dinky Hooves, laid in her own cot, staring up at the ceiling. She let most of her mind wander, having a small part of it keeping track of time. After about half-an-hour, she slipped out of her cot and moved silently. First she slipped over to Diamond Tiara's, to make sure the earth mare was asleep. Once satisfied by the shallow breathing, she then made her way to Rumble's. The pegasus was asleep as well, but that just meant that Dinky would have to wake him up.

Carefully, so as not to wake him yet, she climbed up onto the bed and stood above him. Her horn lit up as she used her power to take a hold of the sheet and pulled it off him, exposing his body to her. She licked her lips as she lowered her head. Her muzzle stroked against the inside of Rumble's thigh as she went. Dinky gave it a gentle kiss before nibbling, working her way closer and closer to her goal.

Rumble let out a gasp, his body tensing. He woke up as the feeling of teeth teasing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh sent a bolt of pleasure through him. His eyes went wide as he caught sight of the unicorn in bed with him.

"Dink-" he started to call out, but stopped when Dinky placed a hoof over his mouth.

"Ssshhh," she whispered. "Don't want to wake up our roommate, do you?"

Rumble glared at her, but gave a shake of his head. He let out a snort when her hoof finally pulled away.

"What the Discord do you think you're doing?" he asked.

"Well, it has been a while since we've been together," Dinky replied, "and I have missed you." She licked her lips. "Some parts more than others." Her head moved lower, stopping as the tip of her chin tickled the fuzz of his sheath. She let out a snort, her warm breath blowing against his underside, causing a shiver of pleasure through his loins.

"D-Dinky," Rumble stuttered out, "this is a bad idea."

Dinky raised an eyebrow as she brought her lips to the top of Rumble's sheath.

"Oh?" she asked. "And why is that?"

She slipped her tongue out, pushing the tip forward to touch and swirl it along the edge of the shaft head.

Rumble bit his lower lip, stifling a moan of pleasure. His shaft swelled at the touch, growing thicker as he started to become aroused.

"Well for one thing," he managed to say, "we have company sleeping right over there." He pointed toward the sleeping form of Diamond Tiara.

"That just means we have to keep quiet and not wake her," Dinky retorted with a grin. She actually found herself enjoying this more than she suspected. It seemed she found the prospect of getting caught extra exciting.

Rumble shifted. His shaft continued to swell and twitch, slipping out of its protective sheath as his arousal grew.

"For another..." He shifted, his cheeks heating up. "I... was never able to handle matters myself. So, I haven't been able to get any release for a while."

Dinky looked up at him a moment before her eyes went wide with realization.

"Aww," she cooed with a grin. "Is Rumble afraid that his little captain will release the troops early?"

A cough escaped Rumble's throat as he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"While I really could have done without the analogy," he replied, "but the idea is pretty much right."

"Well, then," Dinky's grin grew wider as she moved her head lower, "I hope you have enough energy for a second round."

"What do you meaeeee..." the rest of his statement was lost in a moan of pleasure.

Dinky pressed her nose against Rumble's sac, opening her mouth to grip a testicle in her lips. She let out a gentle hum, sending vibrations through the sensitive and causing the previously mentioned moan. Letting it go, she moved higher. Her tongue slid out of her mouth once more. She pressed the tip against the erect shaft and slid it down, slipping into the top of the sheath. There was a thrill of pride as she felt the shaft twitch against her.

Placing her forelegs against his thighs, Dinky braced herself against Rumble. She pushed her tongue out more, pressing the top of it against the underside of the equine erection, and licked her way up. When she reached the medial ring, she stopped. After giving it a kiss, Dinky turned her head and traced along the ring as far as she could.

With a quick shift to adjust her weight, she moved a hoof to press against the sheath, rubbing the sensitive flesh inside. Dinky gave the ring one last kiss, then continued to lick her way up toward the tip.

Rumble's jaw clenched tight as he held back the urge to moan out in pleasure, having it escape as a growl from deep in his chest instead. He squinted as he fought the urge to close his eyes and get lost in the pleasure, wanting to watch Dinky's teasing ministrations. His tail gave a flick, teasing against the mare's stomach and chest. His shaft twitched at the mare's gentle caresses, a bead of pre-cum developing on the tip.

Reaching that point on Rumble's shaft, Dinky slowly swirled her tongue around the edge before running it across the top, lapping up the little drop of fluid.

The shaft was too thick for Dinky to fit it into her mouth comfortably [a lesson she had learned the hard way (worst hospital visit ever)], but she could still tease and have fun with it. Slowly, she stroked her hoof up from the sheath and along the length, reversing direction at the medial ring. Opening her mouth, she took a hold of the lower part of the head in it. Her tongue pressed against the underside of the flared tip as she began to suck gently.

"Oh, Luna," Rumble moaned out, head rolling back. "I forgot how great your mouth felt."

Dinky pulled away from Rumble's cock, a string of saliva running from her mouth to the head, and smiled as she continued stroking the lower half.

"Glad to hear it," she purred with a grin, "but don't hold back. The idea is for you to fire off a quick one now so we can take the time and really -- " she narrowed her eyes and licked her lips "-- enjoy ourselves." She blew out a puff of air on "joy," sending a blast across the sensitive wet spot on Rumble's dick.

Moving to adjust her position again, Dinky pulled her other hoof from his thigh and placed it on Rumble's sac. She stroked and rubbed gently, teasing and massaging the contents. She continued to stroke and rub the length, running up to the mid-point and down to the top of the sheath. Once again, Dinky pressed the top of her tongue against the underside of the thick shaft and gives a long, slow lick up to the tip. Reaching the top, she flicked across it, teasing the opening before moving down once again.

Soon, Dinky started to created a steady rhythm. Tongue and hoof would both meet at the ring marking the middle of Rumble's length. Dinky would then stroke her hoof down toward the base while sliding her tongue up toward the head. She would then flick her tongue over the top before licking her way back down once again, her hoof running back up to the middle once again.

Rumble was in heaven. It was a strangely cruel, and maliciously tortuous heaven, but still heaven. Each stroke, each lick, each caress, sent a thrill of pleasure through the stallion's body. It tore down his resistance piece by piece, making him more and more excited. The only problem was that it was just slow enough to allow him to go over the edge and reach his release.

"Dinky," he finally growled out. "Stop teasing me."

"Aww," she mock pouted, "but it's so much fun."

"Di-" he started to shout, but stopped when he remembered they were not alone. After taking a moment to gather himself, he managed to let out an irritated whisper.

"Dinky!"

Dinky let out a giggle in response.

"Sorry. It's just hard to resist, and I've missed having fun with you."

Rumble let out a sigh, giving a shake of his head. He leaned forward, running a hoof across Dinky's cheek.

"I've missed you too," he said, "but we don't have all night. We both have to get up early for training. Plus, the longer we go at this, the more likely we are to get caught." He motioned toward the sleeping Diamond Tiara.

"Yeah," Dinky conceded. "You're right. I guess we'll have to save the long, hot, steamy, passionate night for another time. I suppose we should make this quick and main event."

"If we had just started with that," Rumble stated, "we would probably be finished by now."

A smirk spread across Dinky's mouth as she narrowed her eyes.

"I know."

"You..." Rumble started. "You... you little..."

Before he could figure out what to call her, Dinky moved up and kissed Rumble on the lips. His wings shifted behind him, stiffening. Closing his eyes, he wrapped his forelegs around the mischievous unicorn, pulling her close to him. The underside of his shaft pressed against her soft, fur-covered stomach, causing the length to twitch and Rumble to let out a small moan of pleasure.

Dinky took advantage of the moment, sliding her tongue out of her mouth and into his. She rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing her stomach along the length of the erect shaft pressing against her. One of her forelegs wrapped around Rumble's waist, holding him against her. The other came to touch one of the spread wings, barely touching the edges of the feathers.

Rumble broke the kiss, breathing heavily.

"Ready?" he asked.

Instead of saying anything, Dinky grinned. Her horn glowed with magic as she used her power to take a hold of Rumble's shaft. Holding onto him firmly, she lifted herself up. Her stomach and crotch slid along his length as she raised herself above it. Her gaze went from Rumble's eyes to their private parts as she lined the head of his length up with her folds. Taking a deep breath, she pushed down, pressing herself against the top of the erect shaft.

They both gasped out in pleasure as Rumble's cock slowly sank into Dinky's warm, wet, folds. The thick length twitched as the depths squeezed, sending a thrill through both of them. The pair continued to push against each other, stopping when the top of Rumble's sheath touched Dinky's sensitive vaginal lips.

The two stayed still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being together while getting used to it. Rumble's hooves slid down to Dinky's rump, giving the cheeks a gentle squeeze. He gave her a quick, gentle kiss on the mouth, then moved his head higher. The tip of his tongue pressed against the base of Dinky's horn as he gave it a long, slow, lick.

The sensation of her horn being teased sent a thrill through Dinky's body, making her whimper in pleasure. Her depths tensed and twitched at the sensations, squeezing the shaft buried inside her. Her hips shifted, slowly lifting and lowering while rocking back and forth. She pressed her own muzzle against Rumble's neck, nibbling.

Rumble's breath caught in his throat as he felt her teeth gentle nip a specific sweet spot. Squeezing her rump tighter with one hoof, he moves the other higher to stroke gently under the base of her tail. His own hips shifted and rocked, moving in time with -- but counter to -- Dinky's motions. With each movement, he slipped further and further out before sinking his way back in.

Each time they pulled apart, Dinky clenched her muscles to squeeze the length and tug it. She then relaxed, letting him slip back in with ease. A huff of pleasure escaped her with each downward thrust, her rump slapping against Rumble's thighs with an audible smack.

With every downward thrust, Rumble pumped his hips up. His grip on her tightened, pulling her closer to press against him. Holding her firmly, he continued to lick and tease her horn, running his tongue from the base to the tip and back. A grunt escaped him each time their bodies slapped together, letting out a huff of warm air through the soft blond mane.

As the urgency built, so did the pace. The match movement broke down as Rumble picked up his pace, moving and thrusting faster. He snorted and grunted, pressing against the horn and no longer able to focus on teasing it. He could feel the pressure building up inside him.

Sensing that Rumble was close, Dinky stopped her own movements. Pushing her hips down one last time, she held still, tensing her walls to squeeze the shaft as tightly as she could.

With one last thrust, Rumble buried himself as deep inside Dinky as he could reach and stopped. The length swelled and twitched, unleashing blast after blast of warm, thick, seed. The pair let out a moan of pleasure as they held each other tight, enjoying the moment of afterglow.

"What the hay!"

Rumble and Dinky both jumped in surprise at the sound, Dinky's body tensing to squeeze painfully tight around Rumble's sensitive shaft. Eyes wide, they turned and looked at...

...a very irate and annoyed looking Diamond Tiara.

"Seriously?" she growled. "I... you...." She let out a groan. "I don't even know what to say to this."

"Uh..." Dinky reared up (feeling the softening shaft move inside her) and waved her hooves. "Ooooh. You're dreaming Diamond Tiara. Go back to sleep. Oooh."

If the annoyed sigh and rubbing of her head was any indication, Diamond Tiara was not buying it.

"First of all," she said, "if I'm dreaming, why would I need to go back to sleep? And second, even if I were dreaming, why in the name of Luna would I dream about" -- she motioned at the pair -- "that?"

"How should I know?" Dinky retorted. "It's your dream, you pervert."

"You two are the perverts!" Diamond Tiara snapped, glaring at the pair. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

"I am going to get some air," she told them as she got up and out of bed. "When I come back, I want you both back in your own cots. And for the love of Celestia, don't ever do that again while I'm in here." With that, she headed for the door and left.

Dinky and Rumble looked at the door a moment before turning to face each other.

The two then started laughing together at the situation.