One Way Road

Winter entered Wing’s apartment, this time paying more attention to his surroundings. The fireplace before the sofa was out, flanked by several pieces of firewood. Right next to the entrance there was a small table on which Dancer deposited his keys. A small rug led into a corridor that split into several other rooms. It kind of reminded him of his own apartment, but for some reason it felt cosier. Maybe it was the wallpaper with small pink and yellow flowers? Perhaps the softly glowing chalice shaped lamp overhead?

“This way,” said Wing, leading the stallion to a small kitchen. Snow noted how the batpony swayed his hips gently, his tail swishing from side to side in small movements. Winter gulped slightly, plying his gaze away, focusing it on the array of cupboards instead. The room was small but not overly cluttered - something you’d expect of a single pony who made ends meet most of the time.

“D-Do you like any special blends?” asked the host, procuring a small box with multiple teabags of different colors. The different aromas assaulted the sergeant’s nose - he didn’t have anything as fancy for a long time now.

“I dunno,” mused Snow, taking whiffs of each colored section. “These strawberry ones smell nice… but I think I’ll go with raspberry. If that’s okay, I mean,” he said, smiling.

“Of course! I’m a big fan of mint myself, hehe,” giggled Wing, pouring water into a pot and setting it on a burner. “I find it helps calm nerves and lets you unwind after an eventful day.”

Winter raised his brow at that, looking at the colt sitting opposite him. “Eventful day? Do tell.”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t want to bore you with that,” replied Wing, waving a hoof. “It’s just boring arcade stuff anyway. We had a few troublesome customers, is all.”

“What about them?” pressed Snow.

“Are you sure you wanna hear about my day? I’d rather hear about some of the stuff you do.”

“Humm. M-My day,” chuckled Snow, a faint blush gracing his cheeks. “Tell you what. You tell me about yours, and I’ll tell you about mine later, okay?”

Wing’s eyes widened instantly and he nodded eagerly.

* * *

A bit shy at first, Dancer progressively loosened up, describing the events that led up to them meeting at the cinema. Apparently a father of one of the patrons barged in and started causing a ruckus, claiming that he was an important pony in Canterlot castle and that his son was mistreated. The owner of the arcade had a long, solid talk with the stallion, which ended in the parent skitting out of the establishment with his tail between his legs.

The conversation and tea was moved to the day room, where Winter described the mundane patrol route they took, very scrupulously avoiding the bits in which he nearly molested his subordinate about blowjobs. During his tale he noted that the batpony was listening very intently, nearly forgetting his drink and leaning in with wide eyes. Snow talked about traversing the tall Canterlot corridors, the fortifications and training grounds and Wing seemed to drink down every word that came out of his mouth.

“Did you get to meet the Princess?” asked the colt, putting away his now cold tea on top of the fireplace.

“Heh, not personally. She was present at our pledging, though,” smiled Winter, putting away his empty cup. The tea wasn’t half-bad, considering it was just an flavored instant blend.

“Lucky you,” sighed the batpony, slumping on his seat. “You have an important job on your hooves. Even if you don’t get to see the Princess, at least she’s somewhere in the castle. That’s cool.”

Seeing him pipe down so suddenly put a frown on Winter’s face. “You really wanted to be a guard that badly?”

The batpony sighed and smirked sadly. “I know, I know. I don’t look the part. I’m not strong, fast or all that brave. It would be cool, though. I don’t know why I think I’d find myself in such a job. You know, patrolling, looking out for danger...”

“It’s not like that,” chuckled Winter. “Trust me, it’s just a routine nowadays. Being a guard is a boring job. Unless you’re somewhere on the borders, you don’t get to do anything exciting other than just strolling around and praying for the sun to set, hehe.”

“But still!” protested the batpony, poking the guard’s large chest. “Armor looks so cool! And I’d do anything to hold a real crossbow or spear!”

“Oh, would you?” teased Snow, a smug smile on his face. He enjoyed how Dancer’s features brightened, his electric eyes now two giant black holes of puppy dog eyes.

“Yes! Anything, anything! W-would, c-could,” Wing stammered, leaning into the guard. His hooves kneaded at the muscled barrel, his muzzle inches away from Snow’s.

Winter couldn’t help but smile, nuzzling the cute nose in front of him. “Maybe I’d consider it...hmmmm,” mused the stallion, looking away from the whining batpony.

The smaller pony was climbing his body, his cheek brushing against the stallion’s torso in small strokes. Again with the sensation of touch. The light weight of the slender form crawling onto him felt nice. If it were a mare, he’d instantly have her in his hooves, kissing deeply.

“Please?” whispered Dancer sultrily into his ear, making it twitch slightly. “I can be very thankfull, you know.”

Shivers burst down Snow’s body when he felt a wet tongue tip touch the circumference of his ear. His heart pumped faster now, the batpony on top of him slowly locking his forehooves around Winter’s neck.

“I-I, uh, I mean,” tried the guard, stifling a groan as the batpony gently caught the tip of his ear and pulled it down with just his lips, releasing it to spring to full attention a second later.

“Uhum,” murmured Wing, his chin sliding against the side of Snow’s head, his slender tongue prodding the twitching ear. “Go on...”

With just that little bit of teasing the guard was reduced to a stuttering mess. He tried to think up some excuse or smug one-liner that would let him be on top of things again. The sensations around his ear ceased, replaced by a long kiss to the side of his muzzle.

As soon as Dancer lifted his snout to kiss a bit farther, his head was grabbed eagerly by Snow’s hooves, holding it in place as the stallion dove for his mouth. His tongue immediately parted Wing’s lips. The batpony enjoyed the decisiveness with which it prodded around his cheeks, wrestling with his own muscle and forcing it into submission.

With a devilish grin, Wing pushed hard into the kiss and then drew back, leaving Winter panting hard, his gaze unfocused.

“I mean, if you can’t, that’s fine...” said Dancer in a mock-hurt voice, slinking down the white coat. He drew his hooves all the way through the sergeant’s barrel, scraping the surface lightly before detaching himself from the stallion entirely. “Such a shame, though.” Wing sighed and turned around, lying down on the couch. Despite his best attempts, he couldn’t stop his tail from swishing once or twice in anxiety.

Snow’s body was battling his mind. One voted for immediately pouncing the batpony and, well, rubbing himself against the slender figure until something happened. The more logical part tried to keep it civil and at least attempt being romantic about it.

With a shaky hoof the sergeant reached to the batpony’s withers, feeling the colt tense up only for a second before melting into the touch. Another leg followed and pretty soon the guard was leaning into Wing, his body covering the warm pony beneath. He already felt excitement push at his sheath, the smell of lavender and a dash of mint wafting from Dancer’s face.

The batpony tried to keep still, shivers jumping around his body as the sergeant pressed down upon him. The weight would probably crush him should Snow not be as gentle as he was, and the thought thrilled him. There he was, lying beneath a handsome, muscular, shy stallion who could overpower him easily should he so desire.

“Hmm?” purred the batpony, twisting his head slightly to look at the blushing Winter. “Wanna tell me something?”

Snow took long whiffs of Wing’s mane, unable to get enough of the lavender scent. A throb from below was demanding he made a move, but he wasn’t sure what he could do now. Wouldn’t doing something like this so soon after their little incident be okay? Would Dancer be fine with this? Why did he even bring up the guard thing. It was a low blow to dangle someone’s dream in front of their muzzle in exchange for…

Dancer noticed a slight frown grace Winter’s face. He felt the mood dissipate as the worried sergeant stiffened and began retreating. Having just enough wiggle room, the batpony turned around, stopping the sergeant with a gentle hoof.

“Hey, if you really can’t, that’s fine,” he said soothingly, wrapping his fetlocks around the muscular neck and tugging down. “I was just joking, you silly. Can’t a big stallion like you take a little bit of teasing, hmm?”

“It’s not that,” mumbled out Snow, letting Wing plant a wet kiss on the tip of his snout. The electric wave that coursed through his nose made his body shiver. “I just… are you sure this is okay? I mean...”

Wing moved his hooves lower, onto the sergeant’s back, pressing him down eagerly. He purred into Snow’s ear, caressing his broad back and barrel, drinking in the feeling. Winter’s muscles were tense, their bumps and ridges firm and strong against his hooves. The batpony marveled at the toned body, feeling his own erection starting to poke out of its sheath.

Snow got startled slightly by the pressure he felt down below. It was warm, slinking in between their bodies, settling right next to his own throbbing member. The sudden realisation almost made Winter recoil and jump away.

That’s right. His penis is touching yours, he thought, his body frozen. Wing Dancer is a male and has a penis, just like you. There’s nothing weird in having one. It’s natural. Still, penises touching each other isn’t.

As if reading his thoughts, Wing shifted uncomfortably. “I’m sorry,” he murmured out. “C-Can we just pretend it’s not there? Y-You can just raise-”

Winter silenced the stammering batpony with a small kiss to the side of his head. He nuzzled the spot slowly, earning himself another small purr before heaving himself up.

Wing’s tail immediately shot up to his crotch and his hind legs curled up, doing their best to cover up Dancer’s nethers. The batpony smiled meekly, his eyes shifting around.

“No,” calmly said Snow. Seeing Wing like that didn’t feel right. What kind of a stallion would he be if he didn’t accept the whole package, so to speak? Wing was a cute batpony, but also a male. As a fellow stallion, Winter knew exactly how the pony below felt and how badly can unattended excitement end. Maybe it was the pang of guilt he felt over his first sexual encounter with Wing, or maybe curiosity finally got an edge in the battle for sexual identity, but the sergeant made up his mind. He would at least try.

As gently as he could he placed both hooves on the squirming hind legs of the batpony.

“I wanna see,” said the guard with a soft smile.

Dancer froze, staring at the sergeant in disbelief. The hooves on his knees didn’t push nor pull, but they were there nonetheless. Did Snow really want to see him… there? The batpony was okay with waiting as long as it took and planned on actually introducing the stallion to his own needs over the course of more than a dozen dates.

“A-Are you sure? It can wait, really,” tried Wing, attempting to tug his legs even tighter shut. To his surprise, Winter prevented him from doing that, keeping them in place.

“Yes. I’m sure. Show me.”

Crimson assaulted Dancer’s cheeks, closely followed by a burning on his face and around his loins. The voice was gentle yet firm. It was tinted with a commanding tone, something the sergeant most likely made use of every day in his line of duty. The prospect of that voice commanding him to expose himself sent a throb through his covered member.

“O-Okay,” he finally gulped, loosening up his hind legs and letting his tail unfurl itself.

The way Snow stared excited Dancer. Pretty soon his member was in full view, exposed, throbbing with arousal. The batpony couldn’t tell what the sergeant was thinking, simply running his eyes up and down the pinkish length.

On his side, Snow was equal parts relieved and weirded out. The penis in front of him was somewhat smaller than he imagined it would be. If anything, it was pleasant to look at, a mottled tan and gray rod that twitched ever so often. It was a lot less veiny than his own, with the medial ring being a light bump a quarter above its base. The balls beneath the package were smooth and black, pretty much like his own, only smaller.

The entirety of Wing’s sex was as slick as its owner. Still, the thought of doing anything with it was unsettling to the sergeant. It was one thing to touch your own junk, even drink down the fluids, and an entirely different world to do that to another. Then again, Wing did it to him without even batting an eye...

“Y-You alright?” meeped out Dancer, trying to squirm his legs shut. The excitement of being ogled quickly turned into anxiety and fear of being rejected. Granted, he wasn’t the biggest, but his junk still screamed ‘male’, a call that would put off any respectable heterosexual.

“Yeah,” snorted Snow, looking up at the blushing batpony. “It’s fine. I… well… Umm.”

“You don’t have to force yourself. Let me take care of you instead, okay?” offered Wing, lifting himself up to meet the stallion.

“B-But-”

“Shhhh,” murred Dancer, slipping in to kiss the sergeant. His lips parted easily and accepted the batpony’s slender tongue.

The two fell back, Wing on top now. With a bit of hesitation the batpony let his whole body rest on Snow’s, the warm white coat brushing comfortably against his member. Dancer felt an urgent throb from Winter’s penis. With a grin, he redoubled his efforts, kissing down deeply with a pleased humm.

Winter panted and moaned into Dancer’s mouth, focused on his lower half. The silky coat of the colt rubbed against his shaft. Jolts of pleasure ravaged his body, urging him to pump his hips lightly, scraping as much pleasure from the touch as possible. At the same time he felt the other heat mingle in his fur, the solid object on occasion brushing against his own horsecock. It was exciting in a way, and the stallion wiggled a little bit to the side, pressing his rod against Dancer’s, the friction supplemented by their medial rings colliding on occasion drawing gasps from them both.

Wing couldn’t be happier. The guard not only didn’t recoil from the touch, he even sought it out and was now rubbing his big, hot shaft against his. The batpony did his part in the thrusting as well, matching the pace of the sergeant only in the opposite direction. He had no trouble simply lying on him and humping slowly, the bulging muscles below keeping him afloat on the short, scruffy coat.

The rubbing became more intense as their members begun to pump out pre-cum, the sticky substance coating their cocks. Wing made a small effort to scoot even further to the side, bearing his penis down on Snow’s larger rod, lovingly rubbing against it. The batpony pressed his rump more firmly against the guard’s nethers, their balls getting acquainted and mingling.

Winter feared he would blow his load too soon if they kept up their pace. He felt stimulated like never before - the weight of the batpony on his gut was satisfying. It made him feel strong that he could support the nimble pony. The tightness down below was amazing - sandwiched between them, his hot cock throbbed with each thrust of his hips. Wing constantly moaned into his mouth, his tongue spazzing out with every high pitched squeak he gave.

Driven by lust, the sergeant decided to push his boundaries a bit further. He held the batpony’s face still and pressed deeply into the kiss before breaking it. Without a moment wasted, he rolled around, pinning the slender stallion beneath himself. The colt’s face was flushed, his tongue slightly lolling out and eyes wandering. His mouth levitated towards the sergeant’s, an eager whinny escaping his lips, but the guard had other plans altogether. He settled for a quick peck before ungluing himself from the batpony.

To his mild amusement their cocks parted with a small, wet sound, the fluids between them stretching in sticky strands. It all looked very messy and would probably gross Snow out should he be any less hot for the batpony. He gulped nervously, lowering his muzzle to the mottled penis of his mate.

“Y-You don’t-ah!-have tooo-” gurgled Wing, his sentence trailing off as the broad tongue of Winter connected with the base of his cock.

Snow flinched visibly, the taste being a mixture of sweat, musk and a tinge of salt. It wasn’t bad per se, but it didn’t count amongst the things he’d enjoy eating under any other circumstances. Pushing past his reservations, he drew his tongue up, inching towards the flaring crown. He gave the tip a sloppy flick, earning himself a deep groan and thankful throb.

It was painfully obvious to Wing Dancer that the sergeant never did this before. What really got him excited and going was the fact that the sergeant was down there and wanted to please him. He risked a look, smiling at the concentrated muzzle below. He observed breathlessly as the stallion lowered his head again and drew another hard lick. Dancer never thought he could be so hard, yet the touch of Snow’s tongue sent him to new heights, the hotness of his rod cooled by the slick muscle travelling up his shaft.

Winter did his best to not think and simply feel. Should he let his mind start thinking about what he was doing, he was sure it would reach the conclusion that he was licking a sperm coated penis of another stallion. It would scream at him that it wasn’t right and he should immediately find a mare to rectify the amount of homosexuality he subjected himself to. Luckily for the stallion, it only took a swift look up to realise what he was really doing. Dancer’s lolled out tongue, elevated breathing, heaving chest… he was pleasing the cutest batpony who let out the most adorable moans and squeaks. All it took was a steady pace and meticulous tongue.

One thing he couldn’t help but notice was that licking a colt was different to servicing a mare. While it was arousing to dive into the pink folds of a female lover, ‘worshipping’ the male member with his tongue felt a lot more meaningful. Instead of the enigmatic cave in which his tongue could get lost and miss all the important parts, he was presented with a more solid, to-the-point object which gave him much more obvious feedback. For example, snaking his tongue from side to side caused hard throbs, nipping with his lips at the medial ring elicited short gasps and, to his surprise, even breathing over the balls squeezed out small globs of clear fluid from the tip of the cock. All the while the hotness under his tongue made his own heavy member slap gently against his stomach, pushing Snow to pick up the pace of his ministrations.

Wing Dancer was long lost in the sensation, slowly getting used to Snow’s adept technique. It was erratic and the batpony could hardly predict what the sergeant would do, the anticipation for each pass of the strong muscle that much more anticipated. He felt immensely happy that Winter wasn’t grossed out, that he didn’t back out, instead experimenting and hopefully enjoying himself as much as the batpony was. Slowly but surely Dancer felt pressure build at the base of his cock, spreading in heat waves over his entire member, pushing his cockhead to a full-out flare.

“A-Ahh, Winter… mmmm, it feels so good,” panted Wing, grasping at Snow’s mane with his forehooves. “If youuuuu-mmmm, keep going, ah! like that,” he huffed, stopping for a second to swallow and gather his thoughts, the orgasm inexorably dawning upon him. “Y-You should, ooohhhh, stop now, ha, ha! I-I’m going to c-c-cuuuuuu, oh, ooohh, cum!”

Each word Dancer spoke was heavy with lust that egged Snow on even more. It was satisfying to hear that cute voice gain a higher pitch and break into a symphony of moans laced with such a deep need it made Winter’s throbbing member even more painfully beg for attention.

For a second, the guard stopped, wrapping his lips around Dancer’s member, looking him in the eyes. He teased the tiny slit of his urethra, watching the batpony pant and moan. The crown in his mouth was fully flared, a broad surface that he could lick in long strokes. He discovered that lapping directly under it caused throbs and more globs of precum to flow out, amongst all the panting and whining.

“I-I’m mmm, ah, serious! P-Please, hah! I-I-I’m, I’m, hah, I’m!” managed the batpony, but it was too late. With a last swirl under the head of his member he felt pushed over the edge, his balls lifting to deliver what felt like the biggest load ever.

Dancer was slightly panicked. Under the blinding blanket of ecstasy and anticipation of the incoming surge that would course through his member and spill all over his body, he was painfully aware that Snow was still sucking him off. If he didn’t back off soon, he would have a taste of his semen. Granted, the guard didn’t seem to mind the copious amounts of pre-cum, but that was different. Even he had to ease himself into swallowing without feeling sick to the stomach afterwards, and the last thing he wanted was to make his first blowjob uncomfortable for Snow. Still, right now he couldn’t do anything about it, the first spurt he was delaying catching him by surprise in a mighty, vice-like throb.

Snow thought he was ready for it. He felt bold and aroused to the point he wanted it. He admired Dancer’s face, set jaw and tightly shut eyes. His own mouth was raised as the slender pony arched his back a little. The rod inside his mouth was stone-hard and engorged, its hotness amazing against the cool of his tongue. Just as he thought he needed a little bit more caressing came the first throb, a ripple that pushed the flare stuffing his mouth to become even thicker. The rope of seed sloshed into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat with surprising force. The guard nearly choked as the second, equally strong spurt landed a bit lower, starting to dribble down.

Wing Dancer’s cock was on fire at that point. Each powerful surge of his nethers exploded around his body, robbing him of strength and breath as he bucked with abandon in the cool cavern of Snow’s mouth. He felt a cold, slimy surface swirl around his cockhead, begging for more cum which he gladly delivered. His orgasm-addled mind couldn’t put together a coherent sentence, settling for loud, slurred moans and deep groans. The head underneath his hooves bobbed and jerked slightly and he dug into the mane, trying to push it down. His pleasure was tethering on pain as his balls emptied, his hot dick heaving blanks.

Winter was focused on gulping down liquid, the salty taste stinging on his tongue. He took shallow breaths between spurts and gulps, still frantically caressing the dick that relentlessly shot sticky strands into his mouth. His face melted into a grin as he observed the batpony above squirm and gasp, his eyes rolled back in his head as he rode out the powerful orgasm. It felt good, he had to admit. He managed to grant pleasure to his partner and seeing him in the throes of pleasure filled him with a sense of pride.

“Ah, ah, enough, stop,” gasped Wing as his tender member suffered overstimulation from the eager sergeant. He let out a deep groan as the tongue lashing out at his sensitive head retreated instantly, the afterglow kicking in immediately in a numbing wave. Dancer managed to focus his vision below on Snow, noticing that the stallion was smiling around his softening tool. With a small pop it escaped his mouth, the guard smacking his lips with a cramped up snout.

“I, ha, hope it wasn’t, fuuhh, too bad for you, ah, haa,” managed Wing, struggling for breath.

In response, Snow simply nuzzled Wing’s sack and gingerly crawled up to lie next to him. His face brightened into a grin again as the batpony curled up against him and drove his muzzle into his white coat, taking deep whiffs and leveling out his breathing. He almost forgot about his own need in the whole affair, only now feeling it brush against the batpony’s stomach and whine for attention.

“Did you like it?” bashfully asked Winter, looking away. His face burned bright red now that his mind got a hold of the situation in the thawing flames of passion.

Dancer hugged Snow closer, mumbling into his coat: “You rocked my world, Winter Snow.” He felt a hard object poking at his stomach and grasped it between his hind hooves, moving them up and down slowly. “Allow me to return the favor, hmm?”

Snow groaned at the touch, the sensation supplemented by small, wet pecks on his barrel. He was surprised just how agile and soft the batpony’s hind legs were. They managed to knead his dick’s base around and work themselves up, massaging the twitching length. The sweet friction lifted for a few seconds, soon replaced by the batpony’s forehooves.

“Snow?” asked Wing, looking up from nuzzling the black rod. “Thank youuuuu,” he whispered, giving the side of the shaft a firm kiss. He pressed his muzzle further, suckling the head into his mouth much to Winter’s appreciation.

Snow wanted to reply something but only managed a yelp of pleasure as the eager batpony hilted on his meat. He swore that Wing went even deeper than before, his chin driven hard against the base of the member. The batpony’s wet tongue slipped out and began squirming around his balls. The pressure swiftly lifted as Dancer let Winter’s member go, twitching freely in the air.

“I’m gonna make you cum lots, soldier boy,” he whispered in a sultry voice, his beautifully slender tongue wrapping around Winter’s dick and caressing it slowly. “After all, I’d be a bad host if I had more fun than my guest, right?”

Not waiting for an answer, he speared himself on Winter’s member, letting it into his throat. The head was already starting to flare up a bit, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. All he desired now was to show his lover his specialty, a neat little trick he learned over the years to make stallions come back for more. Only this time, he did it because he… he really liked Winter. It was important to make him happy. And sex would only be the first step on that road.

Snow’s mind was a mess again. The batpony had a brisk pace, moving his whole head up and down without missing a beat. Each time Wing bore down on him, Winter could feel his penis enter the tightness of his throat, his fat head spreading the walls that clamped around him. On his way up, Dancer swirled his tongue around in a dance that flared all the right nerve ending, sending bolts of pleasure along his spine. He was nearly out of breath with all the moaning and whinnying he did. It felt so good to be inside his mouth. No mare could even compare to the energy the batpony presented, his eagerness and silk-like tongue.

It didn’t take much work to bring the sergeant to his limit. His head was already quite a thick bulb to swallow, slowing down Wing only slightly. The batpony listened with bliss as Snow moaned and his breathing quickened. Whenever Winter tried to talk, Dancer flicked at a particularly thick vein or swirled just below the cockhead to turn the sentence into a slurr, crashing it with a long moan as he grated his fangs back and forth against the engorged member.

The shallow breaths that started just a few bobs later made Wing smile and loosen his throat up, drawing out the strokes and instead gyrating the member inside his mouth. The stiff rod resisted, but its owner moaned and whimpered in ecstasy. Dancer carefully backed his head up, leaving only the flared tip stuck between his fangs. He observed the scrunched up expression Snow had and listened, delicately prodding the horsecock to keep him on the edge.

Winter was close to finishing. He wanted to cum badly, but no matter what he did, he still couldn’t tip himself over. He tried bucking his hips, but the batpony moved in unison with him. He gave his lover pleading looks and whimpers that would have his soldiers lose any semblance of respect to him, receiving only a smile full of jet black dick. The cunning batpony sucked and grinded his member expertly all over, just enough to flare up his senses and be just one step away from orgasm. His balls begun to ache, lurching in their sack with the need to spill their load.

Wing relished in the small torture he gave his partner. He was by no means being ungrateful. He himself wanted to taste his lover’s cum and feel the mighty member twitch deep inside his throat. Still, in order for his little trick to work, he needed to keep the poor sergeant on the edge just a little bit longer. He would appreciate it later anyway. For now he had to satisfy his tastes with the pre-cum that liberally dribbled in a constant stream from the cock.

“Mmmm, pleassseee,” managed the panting Snow. The stinging in his nethers was equal parts painful and exhilarating, almost as if his dick was already oversensitive about the edging. “Make me cummm, ha, ah!”

Dancer gave the member a drawn out suck and popped it free from his mouth with some difficulty, stroking it with a hoof in small movements at the base.

“You want it?” he murred.

“Yes! Yes, mmm, pleeeeease-”

“Such a big, strong soldier, mmmm,” purred the batpony, carefully slurping along the twitchy length, gathering all the pre-cum thickly coating the member. “I bet you can last a bit longer, hmm?”

The whine Snow gave was heart-shattering and nearly made Wing want to finish him off. Almost.

“Shh, shhh, there there. Just a little bit longer, okay? I promise it will feel really good soon, love,” Dancer purred into the dick, scraping his fangs along its surface. It was dangerous when he couldn’t feel it twitch and judge just how much he needed to keep teasing, but even if Winter came, he could still salvage the situation.

Everything about Winter’s dick was aching for release. His balls were swollen and throbbing as hard as his length. Every vein on the surface of his member was puffed out and pumping frantically. The batpony’s hoof and small kisses only made it worse, keeping him inches away from breaching the barrier between pain and bliss. It felt like a wall was building up at that point and if push came to shove he wouldn’t be able to cum anyway.

“Okay, are you ready, Winter? I’m going to give you your biggest orgasm yet, I promise,” smiled Wing, positioning his mouth above the flared cock. He carefully fitted it around his fangs and suckled a little, looking up to the sweaty and moaning stallion above.

Snow felt Dancer hilt himself on the dick and clench his throat. It happened. The barrier was blown away to pieces and his orgasm was primed. It built up like a giant tidal wave, gathering at the very base of his member for a few seconds before pausing. Winter thought that something broke as his hard member heaved to cum but nothing came out.

Only after another quick bob did it happen. His balls almost escaped into his body as they surged, his dick so stiff and cramped he was sure he’d sprain all the muscles there. The sperm splashed down in a torrent, closely followed by another gush. He barely had any time between contractions, his testicles pumping out absurd amounts of seed into the mouth that latched onto his length securely. It felt like liquid lava traveled down his dick, making his whole body quake and quiver with the force of pleasure. He was nearly drowning in it, yelling out the release. The batpony was right - no pussy had ever milked him so hard, to the point he didn’t know whether he’d die in the process or not. He was losing feeling in his legs, but it didn’t matter. His throat was sore from the groaning and yelling, but that wasn’t important. His full attention was focused on his member, the whole length a flared, radiating source of unbridled sexual pleasure.

Dancer had to hold his breath for a longer while, relishing in the sloshing liquids gathering in his stomach. The soldier indeed came like a fire hose, his dick stuck between the fangs and filling his mouth almost entirely. His throat was really stretched and would probably be sore later, but it didn’t matter. The vulgar cacophony of sounds Snow made was worth it. His limbs flailed in a fit, his hips pumping hard, forcing Wing’s head to follow suite. It was by far the most violent orgasm he ever saw in a stallion and he was happy about it. The thoughts of that rowdy guard doing the same to his other fun hole made his own dick take a peek outside to see what was going on.

Out of breath, the batpony pressed his hooves hard away from the bucking nethers, giving himself a small window of opportunity to breathe. He only got a small gulp into his lungs before a rogue buck speared him back onto the horsecock. The seed stopped flowing five or six throbs ago, thankfully, so the batpony could allow himself to relax for a little while longer. The sergeant’s bucks were becoming smaller and less frequent, a good sign it was time to perform his little trick to keep the fun going.

Just as Snow was about to settle into the afterglow of his amazing orgasm, he felt Wing suck hard on his dick while moving his head up. It felt weird and was tethering on the threshold of pain. His balls were being kneaded in soft hooves and despite the aching that settled in them, it didn’t hurt. The batpony continued this through the afterglow of the orgasm, somehow managing to not overstimulate the sergeant. Just as Winter expected weariness to settle in, he couldn’t help but notice his member was still hard and there was a small ember of pleasure still floating around in its hot length.

With a final, powerful suck, Dancer dislodged himself from the rod with a wet pop. It was still hard, just as he planned it. He managed to prevent the blood from flowing out. If he played it right, he could squeeze out an orgasm or two more yet.

“I hope you didn’t think I’d let you off with just one measly orgasm, did you Winter?” smiled Wing, running a careful hoof along the length of the black penis. Snow didn’t flinch or back away, which meant he could safely continue. “The night is still young. Think I can make you cum into unconsciousness, hmm?”

Snow gulped loudly. He nearly lost it with just that much pleasuring. How would he survive another one? How would his dick survive?

“Only one way to find ouuuuuuut,” moaned Dancer, hilting Snow’s meat with a smile.