NSFW Warning: Chapter 1 contains oral sex!
The sound of gulls cawing loudly filtered through the mid-morning ambiance of Barneighdos Island, drowning out the soft, hissing whisper of crystal clear waves lapping at its white, sandy shores. A single winged-rat, as they were oh-so affectionately nicknamed, came gliding down upon a warm breeze and perched itself upon one of the many stone palisades littering the area, all a part of a single, small fort. It overlooked a port, which laid a short distance away, at the bottom of the hill which it was built upon, where a generous number of ships were moored.
Down below, the unintelligible din of idle chatter and the hubbub of ponies going to and fro to tend to their affairs was distinctly audible, the streets lined with everything from small, mobile market-tents to large, finely crafted shops. Merchants hawked their wares and ponies called out with orders to fellows, demands for supplies and other miscellanea occasionally rising above the rest.
Every now and then a pair of lightly armed guards patrolled, keeping a sharp eye out for blaggards, rogues and troublemakers of all sorts, none of which were welcome in such a friendly and hospitable place. Back toward the fort, more guards—and various naval ponies—went about their respective business. Some escorted officials, others were on watch, and a seldom few seemed to be junior officer-cadets getting familiar with their garrison or undergoing training for their future career.
In an office located near the top of one of the fort’s three towers, one such junior officer-cadet was quite happily occupied with a merchant pony who had been passing through. He was a earth stallion and had the general hefty build that most of his kind did, standing about a quarter-head taller than most with a slightly above average build. Though he wasn’t what one might call “beefy,” he was still relatively broad at the shoulders and there was a distinct tone to his muscles which gave him a certain sort of allure to most mares, as well as the occasional other stallion.
As an experienced cadet and a soon-to-be officer, Bluesnout wore his uniform with pride, from the short and finely trimmed, prim and proper cobalt mane to the official outfit itself! The polished brass buckles and various fresh adornments upon his breast glinted in a few stray shafts of soft amber sunlight that made it into the office through the closed blinds, the only source of light in the otherwise relatively dim room for the time being. The material of his uniform was clean, carefully brushed and left entirely spotless—a prime example of a good officer-in-training for all of his fellow cadets to follow. However, today, unlike most days, it wasn’t entirely upon his body. No, the stallion was currently engaged in rather heated bout of intense negotiations with a mare, and a particularly pretty one at that.
Most notably, the pegasus was very thin and almost looked to be taller than the considerably well-built stallion before her, though it was difficult to tell at a glance due to his position. Slender was a fitting word, if not lanky, although the generous fluff upon her body left her looking a tad bulky here and there beneath the tightly bound clothing; like most other local mares, her mane was tied up in dark wrapping and fastened into a bun, safely securing her lengthy locks away.
A fine catch for an up-and-coming sailor such as himself, overall.
Yes, Cadet Bluesnout—aptly named for a birthmark in a location which was rather difficult to conceal—was very pleased with the results of his “negotiations,” as well as the rest of his morning thus far, for that matter! Except, in this case, the merchant was the one perusing his wares, so to speak. The pretty mare was comfortably seated on her haunches, her forelegs pressed against the stallion’s inner thighs while her nose explored the charcoal grey fur of his underbelly with a certain haste that spoke of her own need.
Having gained her attention earlier in the morning, the stallion had eagerly chatted her up and regaled her in a very intriguing tale of his being an officer in the Equestrian Navy, which may have stretched the truth just a tad. But such things were inconsequential! She had eaten it up and, encouraged by his successful fibbing, he had boldly promised her not only a trip to the officers’ quarters, but also a bit of a romp, coinciding with the most opportune moment to slip away from his instructor.
Honestly, what was one missing cadet amongst the dozens being sworn in?
This momentary dereliction of duty, while in violation of countless rules, was one that he simply couldn’t let pass him by; the mare had such a pretty face and her body was simply to die for. He hadn’t been intimate with another in far too long for his liking, but such was the struggle of a sea-going stallion in his prime! Constant training and drills had left the young stallion very pent up, as it were, and the tall mare was currently dealing with his little problem, which, as she quickly found out, was not so “little” at all.
Sat on his backside on top of none other than his commanding officer’s desk—still very much adorned with various trinkets, a picture or two and littered with heaps of unfinished paperwork for today’s soon-to-be officers—Bluesnout shifted and let out a little grunt from the oral attention being lavished upon him by the mare. Both of his forehooves were placed just behind him, aiding in supporting his upper half whilst he was worked over in a rather professional manner.
The pegasus’ lips were wrapped firmly around his erect shaft, sliding along the smooth flesh in a most intimate manner, smearing layer after layer of fresh saliva upon it as the sloppy blowjob progressed. They had to move fast, for they only had a brief window of time between his absence being noticed and their inevitably getting caught. Which, for Bluesnout, only added more urgency and, oddly enough, arousal to things! Knowing that he was getting blown in his superior’s office and that he could get caught at any moment? Well, that was quite a thrill! His turgid length throbbed from her admittedly masterful oral work, the sensations of the flat of her tongue pressed against his dick’s underside drawing a fat glob of pearly pre-nut from the tip.
Papers and other important files were swiftly shoved out of the way to make room for the duo as their licentious little union grew more and more frantic by the moment. The mare kept bobbing her head, ever so gently brushing her flat, herbivorous teeth across the raised ring of flesh encircling the halfway mark, the suction formed by the seal of her lips only augmenting the sensations. Bluesnout seemed more than a little pleased, squirming and wiggling like a cat with its cream, though there was no surprise there! She’d serviced many a stallion and few had the fortitude to hold out against such a treatment for long. His brow was marked with a little sweat, for the stallion really did need a bit of a release, and he was both amazed and relieved that this pretty mare was so willing and eager to give it to him.
“Ooh, Missy...” The stallion groaned somewhat breathily, rubbing his hoof across her head and pressing at an ear. “You’re really good at that. Keep... Keep doin’ it.”
Hey, who was a gentlecolt like himself to say no to a pretty thing like her?
In response to the request, the mare’s lips curled upward for a scant few seconds, making her amusement known. How cute. If Bluesnout thought it was good before, he was in for quite the surprise. Passing over the prepuce that marked his spire, the mare began to choke down the entirety of his erection, deliberately keeping her teary eyes upon him. Bluesnout ground his forehoof into the fine wood of the table beneath him, his erection pressing deep into the warm flesh of the mare’s throat, bulging it out ever so slightly with the added pressure.
She gagged and coughed, her body jerking faintly in response, though it was stifled around the base of his shaft and didn’t last for very long. Sensing his impending orgasm and wary of outright knocking her out via asphyxiation, the stallion hastily drew himself out of her throat with a noisysquelch, leaving the pre-ejaculate dribbling head to rest in her mouth. His unflared head smeared the mixture into the walls of her mouth, sending all sorts of pleasant sensations throughout him.
The mare nodded her head as best she could in response, returning to the prior motions of bobbing it along his erection. She was more than happy to help accommodate the stallion and give the little nudge that pushed him right over the edge. Given the way he was shaking from head-to-hoof already? That probably wasn’t going to be too far off at all! A little disappointing, but still, she herself had enjoyed herself a bit thus far, even if it wasn’t nearly as much as he had.
Bluesnout, still idly caressing the mare’s head, felt a growing warmth burning in his loins and a buildup of pressure deep within his balls, which had long since tightened up and pulled close to his groin. The heavy sack clenched a little and hefted upwards further as he made his way through the final stretch, preparing for a considerable release.
Yeah, this was great. This was just a brilliant morning.
He moaned a little more loudly, a powerful trembling passing throughout his form, before he finally stiffened up entirely. From the depths of his nethers, ropes of hot ejaculate began to gush forth, up and out from the urethra to quite literally cling to the mare’s undulating throat. She, of course, welcomed the payload, happily swallowing down a thick glob with only minimal difficulty and placing her lips more firmly against the head to make sure that minimal semen was spilled. After all, they didn’t want to leave any signs that they’d been in the office!
The uniformed cadet panted his relief, his head lolling back whilst he let the mare suck down his climax until its flow had ebbed from a veritable torrent into a few stray dribbles. Once he was finally finished, he rather unceremoniously wriggled free from the mare’s grasp and set about redressing himself, somewhat inconsiderately leaving her sitting there on the floor with a mouthful of spunk. Hey, he had priorities! The stallion didn’t want anything to look amiss lest he get busted! Besides, the longer they spent in here, the more chance they’d be caught by some passing officer or gua-...
Without so much as the slightest warning, the door swung open and collided with the wall it was hinged to with a rather noisy thunk! Standing in the doorway was a very confused—then very, very irate—looking earth pony stallion with periwinkle blue fur and silvery-grey hair, both facial and otherwise, who was framed by the dark wood the rest of the building was made from His ears were perked, turned toward the room, as though they were scanning for something that had caught his attention. A noise, perhaps.
Oh dear.
An uncomfortable silence filled the air, which grew tense and thick as the moments passed, though much to Bluesnout’s dismay, it wasn’t to last. His commanding officer’s expression shifted rather quickly, an expression of surprise shifting into something more akin to fury. The stallion’s mannerisms, the bulging veins and furrowed brow conveyed one thing, and one thing only—sheer, uncontrollable, unadulterated anger and the accompanying desire to break out the asschewing to end all asschewings.
“Cadet Bluesnout!” The stallion barked, his moustache twitching with the furious trembling of his upper lip in a way that just might have been amusing in any other situation. His tone only grew more enraged and louder with every word he spoke. “Why in blazes are you undressed, on my desk, with your gorram dick out, in my office?”
Bluesnout hastily went about stammering some feeble response about pretty ponies, traveling merchants and important information for the Crown, quite nearly flailing his forelegs in panic, though it was entirely in vain. His stuttering was wholly incoherent, the poor young stallion hastily fastening a missing buckle on his leggings to finally make himself decent once more... Or, rather, as decent as one could look after being seen half-naked by their CO, semi-flaccid cock peeking out of his trousers, as though curious of the intruder. Utterly horrified didn’t even begin to describe his expression.
“No excuse, Cadet!” The commander added, stepping forward and looming over the poor fellow. It was not a question, it was a statement of fact. There was no excuse for being caught with one’s pants around their ankles, literally or otherwise, fornicating while on duty. “Now, mare, don’t you think that you’re not in trouble, either!” His brown-eyed gaze turned toward the pegasus who’d seduced his cadet. “Why ar-...”
Any question he had for the offending mare died upon his tongue due to her change in posture, never to be heard by the world. Or, at least, a frightened underling. No longer was the mare positioned between the legs of the stallion and at the foot of his superior officer’s desk, but she was instead near the thin slit of a window that offered the only glimpse of the outside world, bringing fresh air into the otherwise slightly stuffy office.
Moreso, her attire was a little different.
Bluesnout followed the line of sight of the garrison commander mere seconds later, questions of his own already beginning to form in the back of his throat, bubbling up with all sorts of growing curiosity. The mare had already shed her hair-wrappings, the dull bun no longer restraining her lengthy, beautiful burnt-orange locks, which were quite the compliment to her various golden piercings and light earthen brown and creamy white coat. Piercing green eyes smiled at the duo with thinly veiled amusement and malice; worryingly enough, the mare had several papers tucked under a foreleg and she wore a broad, knowing grin.
“Gentlestallions, thank you for the company.” She began, her somewhat rough voice—courtesy of a good, hard dick-sucking—resonating throughout the office and through the open door, into the hallway. “I can assure you, it has been most informative!” The mare cried, slurping up an errant glob of spunk from her chin and shaking the papers at them. Before they could make a move, still stunned into silence, she shook her head at the confused stallions and wiggled a fluff-framed, unshorn hoof in a taunt and bolted, flinging herself at the window. It was a tight fit, but she passed through the gap with a masterful show of dexterity and, upon exiting entirely, spread her big, broad wings to descend from the open gap, gliding over the treetops and around a hill in the distance, away out of sight.
At a loss for words, the commander stood for a moment more, before finally finding his voice and swearing up a raucous storm. The other stallion drew back, as if he’d been struck, and seemed to try to make himself as small as possible to deflect some of the ire. The older male paced towards the discarded mane-securing wrap and scooped it up, peering at it. A stray orange hair was plucked free and Inspected, then tossed aside. The wrapping was brought in close and, of all things, sniffed at! Though it garnered a look of uncertainty from the cadet, the commander had the right idea.
Incense and various spices. Sharp and sweet, the potent scent lingered in his nostrils, even as the dark cloth was lowered and his nose was cleared with a loud snort. “Damn.” He whispered, his lips curled up in anger before he finally threw the fabric down.
“Is something wrong, Sir?” Bluesnout enquired, very confused by things. He’d noticed the aroma wafting off of the pegasus early on, but had dismissed it just as quickly. In his mind, didn’t all mares try to smell pretty to attract stallions or seem prettier or some such nonsense? What was unusual about one more doing the same? “What did she take?” What papers had the mare swiped in the heat of the moment, anyways? Moreover, why was the commander swearing and why had he sniffed the fabric?
Was... Was he allergic or something? She smelled fine to him!
“Cadet, that was a pirate.” He hissed, his glare snapping to Bluesnout. “That was Spice. Wild Spice.” He explained with much vehemency, as though the mere name was supposed to make everything clear. It didn’t, unsurprisingly. “Don’t you remember her profile? We’ve gone over it in at least a half-dozen briefings. You clearly have not been paying attention!” The stallion was getting quite red in the face again, a foul mouthed torrent of abuse starting to form on his lips.
“I’m s-sorry, Sir!” Bluesnout stammered, his head shaking and his ears folding flat against his scalp. “She told me that she was just a merchant passing through! I thought she just wanted to have some fun! I didn’t know, honestly, I didn’t know!” He rose his voice, defending himself as best he could. It wasn’t enough. “I have a weak spot for pretty mares! Please, Sir, just give me a chance!”
Oh dear, he was going to get quite the punishment for this.
The commander shook his head. “Cadet, she’s not even a-...” He trailed off, letting out another noisy snort. Oh, nevermind. He bit his tongue with nearly enough force to draw blood, almost entirely from the anger, and started to check through the papers, concern etched into his expression. Shipping lane reports, cargo manifests and a letter from the Crown. They’d all been pilfered. This was bad, this was very bad indeed. A pirate like her was already a danger to innocents and armed sailors alike, but even more so with information like that.
Having landed a comfortable distance away from the fort and swapped out disguises to something a bit more suitable to wandering the packed streets and marketplaces of Barneighdos, Wild Spice blended in with the crowds with ease. Her stolen information was safely tucked away in some innocuous looking saddlebags and her long, luscious locks were tied up in a ponytail behind her, hiding her identity to all but intense scrutiny.
There was the first step down. Now that she had found herself a list of generous prospects, she just needed to return to her ship, which was safely berthed around the other side of the island, where things were a fair bit less populated, and a crew to man it!
