Spectre's Salacious Stories Soliciting Sexy Situations

The Crystal Empire. Home of the Princess of Love, and known as the most peaceful empire on Equus. Also known as the city state with the strongest cavalry unit on Equus. The Crystal Knights were the heaviest armed, the heaviest armoured, and you better believe the strongest asset of the Crystal Empire. Knights were born into the core, and followed a strict code of honour, chivalry and respect. They went through a decade and a half of training, and then five more years of Squiring services, before being knighted themselves. All of the Noble caste had something to do with the Crystal Knight core, and it was said they were incorruptible.

And, unlike other military corps, the Crystal Knights allow female members.

"We can't do this anymore..."

A common past time, and entertainment for the masses, was the dangerous, and incredibly violent sport of Jousting. To this end, The Empire had a massive tournament grounds built for tourneys, festivals and market times. Within the grounds was three separate 'locker rooms', which were more like armouries. One for each type of pony, which made for one for each core. Each armoury was separated in terms of gender, and strict rules were in place to prevent the mingling of said genders in the locker rooms.

"Shhhh... Don't ruin this..."

The Crystal Knight armoury was by far the largest, holding the largest contingency of the Empire's army. Only Earth based Crystal Ponies could be Knights, just as only Unicorns could be Shocktroopers, and Pegasi could be Blade Dancers, which made up the smallest contingency of the army, but no less deadly.

"Mmf... damn these straps..."

The heavy armours of the Crystal Knights were held on by a myriad of tough straps made of high density polymers, weaved and fabricated by specialists to be as strong and flexible as possible. The big Pauldrons, however, simply attached via powerful clips that held them secure. Because of this, they were the easiest to remove, aside from the helmets.

All of this made them some of the most feared ponies in the world. Many seemed to believe them super soldiers.

But strip away their armour, and one could see that, just like anypony else, they were simply mortal, capable of dying like anything else. Though taught to push it aside, they were capable of feeling pain. Though trained to peak physical condition, capable of tiring. Though taught to put them aside for the greater good, capable of emotion.

Hate, anger, happiness.

And love.

"There it goes..."

A crash of metal of concrete blasted its way through the self same armoury that had housed hundreds of contestants that day for tournaments as almost twenty kilos of starsteel hit the floor. One knight, now only a short sleeved cotton shirt covering his chest, winced.

"Dammit, what if somepony heard that?"

"Look around," The second knight replied, her voice obviously feminine, "There's nopony here. Nopony but you, and me."

"The squires..." he grunted back, even as he worked the clasps of her own armour, throwing aside the protective mail skirt and sash all knights wore with a much quieter 'clunk', joining her tassets.

"Are at home, I sent them home," She purred, her gauntleted fingers finding their way under his brown shirt and making him shiver at their freezing touch, "I made sure we were all alone here."

"F-for Cadance's sake," he cursed, grabbing her wrists, "At least take your damn gauntlets off."

"Awwww," She teased playfully, slipping one hand out of his grasp of her gauntlet and running it through his azure fur again, "Is the big strong Knight afraid of a little cold?"

A growl as he let go of her hand and other gauntlet (With it crashing to the floor as well) and seizing her waist in a rough grasp answered her quite well. She squealed in surprise, giggling at his sudden affection as he pressed kiss after kiss into her cheek and, as he removed her gorget, throat.

"B-brother!" She complained with a laugh, feeling his own gauntleted hands groping her ass, "That tickles!"

"Mmm, does it?" he smirked in reply, relishing the turn around, "How terrible," he continued between kisses, "I'll have to try harder..."

He pressed a swift kiss to her lips this time, smiling a little as his sister pressed back eagerly, then lifted his hands to work on her arms. The gauntlets were easy to slip out of, as he now demonstrated, and she finished. However, removing the Vambraces, Couters and Rerebraces was significantly more difficult.

"Next time," he suggested, "We do this after we've removed the armour."

"What, you're not getting tired are you?" his sister teased. He snuffed a small laugh.

"Of peeling it off of you?" He asked, "Never. It's just bloody annoying getting the clasps right."

Renault Falchion, the male, was a towering figure of six foot four and a half. By simple necessity, his armour was bulkier to allow for his size, and as such he was used to having larger clasps and switches with which to fiddle with to remove his armour, or he asked his squire to do so for him. It was one of his jobs after all. Tempeste Falchion, his twin sister and fiery knight, slimmer in build and only five foot seven, so naturally so was her armour. As such, it was harder for the bigger stallion's fingers to get to and manipulate the smaller clasps.

"I'm so close to just breaking these right now," Renault growled, fumbling with the clasps. Tempeste smiled knowingly.

"That's because you're a brute, and I'm a butterfly~" She teased, helping him with the clasps on her left first, then her right. Her arms, now bared to the long sleeve shirt she wore to protect herself from the possible chafing effects of her armour. His hands ran up her arms lightly to her bare shoulders, save the straps holding the front of her breastplate to the back. A quick alteration to the clasps at her sides and a lift later, and he'd remedied that, the crash as it hit the floor at his sister's feet, his mouth finding her neck again, his tongue pressing against her skin as she sighed at his touch.

"I don't know how you can take wearing a short sleeve," Tempeste remarked, tugging at the hem of his cotton shirt, "It'd kill me arms."

"Good thing I have tough skin then," he teased back, sliding his hands up and under her shirt, tracing her strong torso from waist to breast. A tug on the collar of his shirt pulled Renault down far enough for Tempeste to kiss him seriously, and drape her arms about his neck happily. He didn't hesitate to kiss her back either, nibbling upon her bottom lip.

"mmf," She grumbled, "Curse your tough skin then Renault. The only thing I'm jealous of."

He grinned, his hands cupping her rear just under her pale blue tail, on the soft fabric of her pants.

"You shouldn't be," came his affectionate reply, "I know lots of ponies who'd give their left arm to have a skin, and a coat, like yours."

Indeed, her purple coat was beautiful and silky to the touch under even his rough palms, and it was a pleasure to feel. She blushed under his praise and, once again, kissed him seriously.

"you're too sweet," She remarked after they separated. He smiled.

"That's not the best part dear sister," He replied, "Your most beautiful quality is, for certain, your eyes~"

Tempeste flushed brighter. Her eyes weren't a proud point for her. A lot of ponies found Heterachromia disquieting, and the combination of one green eye and one sapphire eye made up Tempeste's eyes, unlike her brother's plain green eyes.

"Now you're making fun of me," She accused of him, making him laugh, and pull a hand out from beneath her shirt and brush her short cut blue hair to one side.

"I'm being absolutely honest, my beautiful, amazing sister."

She giggled, and pressed her face into his chest. He hugged her in return, squeezing her tightly to him.

A clatter from nearby spooked the both of them, and they broke apart hurriedly. The quiet sound of music lilted through the empty space and Renault frowned.

"Merde..." He swore, pushing her back and turning quickly, "Quickly, help me out."

Tempeste took barely a moment to catch on, and started undoing the straps that secured his Cuisse to his leg.

"Honestly," She started speaking, perhaps a little too loudly, "You're too nice to your squire brother. If you can't even take off your own armour without him..."

Which was when the janitor that kept the place clean came into the room, small set of speakers on his trolley. He caught Renault and Tempeste's eye instantly.

"My lord?" he asked, surprised, then started, "My lord and lady! My apology, I didn't know you were here still!"

Tempeste snorted and Renault flushed, for completely different reasons to each other.

"It's alright," Tempeste replied, "My idiot brother sent his squire home early, and forgot he sucked at getting his armour off. So I'm helping him, but he's going to put his armour away himself."

The janitor chuckled softly, Renault's face growing redder at her scolding. Truth was, he couldn't get his clasps unlocked, which was why he was so reliant on his squires to begin with, and her telling, of all ponies, a janitor about that didn't help his public image.

"Don't worry m'lord," The janitor told the beleaguered Knight jovially, "I won't tell nopony nuthin'.  I could barely tie my own shoes without my wife."

"Thank you sir," Renault replied awkwardly as the second Cuisse fell to the floor, "I appreciate your silence."

The janitor waved, then left, giving them time and privacy.

"We need to leave," Renault said immediately. Tempeste could only agree with him.

"Agreed. Armour off, clothing on, back home."