Das Wiederaufleben

A few doors down, Marks and Fang laid cozied up in each other’s fetlocks, the stallion smoothing down the bat pony’s mane as he slid his tongue in and out of her mouth gently.

“Are you sure you wanna do this, Fang?” He questioned as he broke the kiss, looking at the fragile mare with soft, worried eyes. Fang averted her gaze and simply nodded.

“J-Ja, mein liebling,” She whispered, wrapping her forelegs around his barrel. “I-I’ve made you vait for long enough... It’s time I got over zis fear of mine...”

Gently, Marks pressed a hoof to the mare’s lips. “Shush, now.” He cooed. “You know I’d wait until Judgement Day for you.” He punctuated his sentence with a soft peck on Fang’s forehead. “And besides, you have a right to be nervous, after what you’ve been through.”

Fang shifted uncomfortably in Marks’ embrace as a blush made its way across her cheeks. “Marks?” She asked in a hushed whisper.

“Hmm?”

The thestral squirmed a bit as she struggled to force the words to come out. “I... I-I zink ve should come clean viz ze commander...”

Marks’ eyes widened for a split second before returning to the soft, caring state they were in before. “If you think so, Fang.” He said sweetly, running a hoof through her mane. “A year and a half is a long time to keep a secret like this, and it gets real tiring pretending to be an asshole to you all the time.”

Fang nodded in agreement. “Honestly, I’m not sure vhat ve vere so scared of. Ze commander von’t care about us being togezer.”

“Right.” The silver stallion said as he grabbed the mare’s hoof. “If anything, she’ll be more pissed that we hid it from her for so long.”

With a chuckle, Fang scooted back up against the stallion. “I love you, Marks.”

Gently, Marks slid his hoof down the thestral’s smooth contours, coming to rest on her flanks. “I love you too, Fang.” He cooed sweetly. “Now let’s see about getting you out of those fatigues.”

The thestral blushed and nodded, holding her hooves out as Marks helped her shrug off her jacket and pull her shirt up over her head, roughly folding them and letting them fall to the floor in a careless heap. Instinctively, Fang’s fetlocks wrapped around her bare barrel to hide her body, old habits dying very hard for her. She’d never let Marks see her in any state of undress beyond a vest shirt, and she always made sure she wore boxer shorts on her lower regions, for insurance. Marks gently stroked her hooves and forelegs softly, offering her a soft smile of assurance, letting her know she was in safe hooves, and he wasn’t going to knowingly hurt her. Fang soon relaxed, thanks to her lover’s assurances, and dropped her hooves to her sides, wriggling her hips to allow Marks to take her army slacks off, leaving her only in her white boxers.

“You know, we could just spend a few hours together like this.” Marks suggested, rubbing the vulnerable mare’s flanks softly. “If you wanna go further later, then yeah, we’ll do it-”

“Nien, Marks,” Fang affirmed, sharply, placing a hoof on his chest. “I….. I vant to become von viz you.” Marks simply nodded and slowly shrugged himself out of his clothes, before easing Fang’s beloved boxers from her hips. The thestral pony whimpered at the sight of her body being laid bare before a stallion, but she clung onto Marks’ hoof for reassurance.

"You have beautiful teats," Marks said earnestly, stroking her hoof and eyeing the two perky orbs.

Fang blushed as she moved her hooves down to grasp them. "N-No... I don't... Zey're big und ugly..." She claimed.

Marks wasn't satisfied with that response, as a disappointed expression made its way across his face. "Fang, ugly is the last word I'd use to describe anything about you." He said as he moved in for another kiss, only to be denied as the blushing thestral rolled onto her side and covered her privates with her leathery wings, giving her lover a perfect view of the computer chip image contrasting with the cobalt fur on her curvaceous flank.

“Hey,” her lover soothed in a hushed, loving tone, “it’s OK. Listen. Tonight, it’ll just be about you. OK? You’ll have complete and total control of how we do this. Sound fair?” Fang bit her lip considering what Marks was offering, and weighing up her feelings about this whole situation. She truly loved Marks with all her heart, and would entrust him with her very life. In fact, many times, she had. And she knew, more than anything, that Marks would never, in his right mind, do anything to harm or distress her. She let out a weak whimper and rolled back around slowly, opening her wings for Marks to nestle himself in with her. The stallion gently positioned himself between her leathery membranes, resting his hooves on her shapely hips.

“J-Just….” the timid bat pony squeaked, biting her lip so hard she nearly pierced it. “B-Be gentle?” She whimpered.

Marks simply smiled and nodded softly. “Of course, darling.” He purred, lovingly. Fang blushed and looked down at her lover’s cloth covered groin Slowly, and with much apprehension, she eased him out of his underwear, freeing his member. Her eyes widened and she turned her face away, her cheeks burning red hot. Marks gave her a curious look, stroking her mane gently.

“What’s wrong?” He queried, hoping his marefriend wasn’t going to start crying. As much as a hardass as he made himself look out to be, the sight of Fang crying would always get his bottom lip quaking. To his surprise, however, Fang gingerly rested the frog of her hoof against it, patting him gently.

“I-It’s… bigger….. z-z-zan I expected.” She whispered, shyly. Marks’ ego swelled a little at that statement, though he wasn’t entirely convinced that that was to his credit. He rolled them over so that he was hovering over Fang’s curvy form. His eyes roamed along her perfect hourglass hips, her shapely flanks showing good muscle tone from being in the forces for as long as she had. As his gaze slowly slid up to her face, however, he was met with a heartbreaking sight. The poor mare underneath him was whimpering, looking at him as if he were pinning her down like a barbarian, eyeing her up like a slab of meat and plotting how he was going to devour her. He gave her a soft expression in reply and stroked her cheek tenderly.

“You know what?” He murmured, softly, so as not to scare Fang more. “Maybe you should try being on top.” He suggested, rolling off his mate and laying flat on his back, giving her a sideways glance. Fang looked at him in surprise.

“V-Vas?” She stuttered, taken aback by the suggestion. “But….. b-but I don’t know how.” She whimpered, turning her face away again. “A-And….. I vouldn’t vant my inexperience to disappoint you, mein liebling.” She muttered, tears pooling in her eyes. Marks pressed a hoof gently into her back and massaged her spinal column tenderly.

“Experience doesn’t matter, Fang.” He affirmed, softly. “This is about making you as comfortable as possible.” Fang slowly rolled over to look at Marks, her lower lip wobbling at his words of love.

“I…. I-I….” She swallowed thickly and nodded. “I t-trust you, Marks.” She whispered as she slowly climbed on top of him, sitting back on his loins. The stallion rested his hooves on her inner thighs, gently caressing her fur lovingly. Fang bit her lip as she slowly wriggled her hips, attempting to position herself better and properly align herself with him. Marks responded by gently lifting her hips and adjusting them both until she was sitting right on him, making her gasp, her eyes widening like a deer in headlights and her hooves flying up to her “o” shaped mouth. “G-G-G-Gott…… in……. H-Himmel.” She breathed, nervously. Her nethers quivered anxiously at the feeling of sitting on Marks’ male pride. Marks padded her soft orbs before wrapping his hooves around her cheeks and pulling himself up far enough to kiss her furry breast, pressing his cheek against her chest encouragingly.

“It’s OK, darling.” He whispered, softly, nuzzling her breast. “You can take as much time as you need. I’m not going to judge you.” Fang wrapped her fetlocks and wings needily around him, pulling him close and kissing his forehead spastically, needing his comfort and support.

“I… I’m going to try and move now, Marks.” She whimpered, after a few minutes of hesitation and deep breathing exercises. Slowly, she pressed down on him, groaning as his girth parted her, forcing her to give way and grant him entry. She let out a soft squeak as the first inch disappeared inside her, small drops of her arousal trickling down onto the stallion’s member.

“Everything feeling okay, sweetheart?” Marks asked as her reached around behind the mare, resting his hooves on her hindquarters.

“J-Ja...” Fang whimpered.

Marks nodded and traced his hoof along the outline of his lover’s cutie mark.

Fang steadied her breathing and pushed back up, leaving just the tip inside of her, whimpering at the feeling of emptiness.

Marks groaned as his lover began to push back down a little further than before, trying her best not to let out a lewd moan. “Ugh...” Marks sighed. “Fang... Y-you feel so good... Nice and tight and warm...” Fang blushed, not sure if that was a compliment to be proud of.

“D-Danke...”

At this point, Fang was beginning to set a gradual rhythm, slowing pushing upwards and then letting herself back down, going a little further than before. The feeling was amazing, nothing like anything the young mare had experienced before. It was all she could do to bite her lip to suppress her squeaks and whimpers.

The mare looked down to see her lover propped up on his forelegs, his eyes screwed shut and a dopey grin on his face. “F-Fang...” He sighed. “Don’t be scared to get loud. Do me a favor and don’t hold anything back.” Marks placed a loving hoof on the thestral’s left teat, giving it a reassuring squeeze, and earning a low purr of approval.

“J-Jawohl...”

Fang resumed her rhythm, this time not bothering to bite her lip. She panted as she felt Marks pass where her hymen used to be.

Gently, Marks began to massage her teats, helping her to relax even more as she pushed down further, nearly taking the entirety of his length. It became harder and harder for him to sit still, the sight of such a beautiful mare riding his length was driving the stallion crazy. He wanted nothing more than to thrust upwards and meet Fang’s hips with his own and make her squeal in delight, but Marks persevered, committed to making his lover feel as safe and as comfortable as possible.

Fang was lost in a sea of carnal bliss. Everything around her melted away, leaving just Marks and herself. He was the center of her universe and vice versa. All the fear and anxiety from all those years ago had vanished. She increased her speed, moving back and forth at a much more moderate pace, much to Marks' and her own pleasure.

With one swift, final motion and a loud squeal, Fang impaled herself completely with Marks' member. "SCHEIßE!" She cried as she felt her lover all the way inside her. Instinctively, Fang pulled her mane with one hoof while the other snaked down her supple contours to fondle her teats. Marks looked up at her curiously, making the young mare blush as she slowly relinquished her mane and move her hoof away from her orbs. “Umm…. s-s-sorry, Marks.” She stammered, embarrassed. “I, uh…. v-v-vell…. z-z-zat’s vhat….. h-he did.” She looked away from her lover’s face, ashamed of herself for finding pleasure in something that was so violent and careless when she was cruelly robbed of her fillyhood innocence. Marks rubbed her thigh sympathetically, slowly raising a hoof to Fang’s mane, letting it glide over the silky strands that dangled low enough for him to reach.

“Do you mind if I…..?” He needn’t finish his question, as Fang simply flicked a lock of hair into his grip, and he held it with a careful, but firm, grip, giving her an experimental tug and jerking an involuntary, but pleasured, moan from the bat pony, who started bouncing on his member with renewed vigour.

“Oh mein Gott, Marks,” She drawled, her hooves returning to her puffy teats to massage their swollen little buttons. She rode him like a bucking bronco, loudly letting out her confirmations of appreciation as Marks’ manly pride continued to throb and twitch inside her. Marks, for his part, rocked his hips in tangent with Fang’s hip rolls, seeking to add to their interlinked euphoria. Fang squeaked and gasped to encourage him as he hit all the right marks, bringing her closer and closer to her peak. Then, Marks found a tiny kink in her lining, a small point of tension that sent an electrical storm coursing up her spine and through her veins. She let out a yelp. “Marks!” Her eyes widened and misted over, the sparkling pools of cyan bleeding out to a deep, rich ruby red as she fixed her lover with a predatory glare. Her fangs for which she was so named extended half an inch until the were no longer concealed by her lips when she closed her mouth. She bared her engorged fangs with a sharp hiss, lunging down at Marks and digging her incisors into the stallion’s neck, eliciting a choked gasp from him. The vampire pony injected her lover with a powerful, aphrodisiac enzyme straight into his bloodstream. Within moments, the speed of his heartbeat pushed the enzyme through Marks’ body, the alien substance stimulating the nerves of his inner vessels, slowing their metabolism and, effectively, rendering him limp on the bed as Fang rode him, filling his body with immense, burning pleasure.

Briefly, terror struck Marks as the feeling of Fang’s sharp teeth penetrating him made him flinch, reflexively. He almost jerked his head to try and get away, but the combined fear of rending the flesh of his neck further and almost instantaneous pleasure from the inhibiting enzyme stopped him from attempting it. As his vampire lover slowly pulled her fangs out of him, however, he began to settle into the feeling of strange euphoria her intrusive toxin fed into him, practically melting as she started to lap up his blood as it started trickling out of the two small holes she’d punched in his throat. The thestral shivered as the coppery syrup warmed her tongue, trickling down her throat as she completely lost herself in the bloodlust. As she continued to feed on his life giving fluid, Marks began quivering as the feeling of her hungry tongue slicking his fur as she stole his blood began to fill him with an ecstasy he never thought mortally possible. His muzzled burned as the realisation dawned on him that Fang may have been unlocking some form of previously unknown desire from deep down inside of him. As she rode her lover’s member, Fang licked his wounds one more time, shivering with delight at the sweet, coppery flavour as she pulled away and smirked at him, her piercing red eyes looking right through him with a menacing cockiness.

“Mmm. Sie schmecken so herrlich süß, meine kleine Schlampe.” She taunted, making him gasp at her condescending profanity. He quaked at her domineering smirk, his look of fear and anguish suddenly sparking a pang of guilt inside Fang, snapping her out of her bloodlust. She gasped, her crimson eyes bleeding away, a deep sea of cyan replacing them as her hooves flew to her mouth as she looked at him in shock and horror. “O-O-Oh mein Gott. Marks…” She whimpered, her lower lip quivering as she watched a little red snake slowly ooze its way out of his vein and down his neck, toward the pillow. “I-I’m so sorry, my darling! I…. I-I don’t know vhat came over me! I….. I, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I vas just…. I…. I, oh sheiße….. I-I mean….” She babbled and sobbed,her body shaking as she freaked out that she let herself act in such a despicable, primal way, that she would draw blood from the stallion she loved.

Marks struggled as he lifted his hoof, taking three attempts at reaching out for her mane and giving it a strained tug, just the way she liked it. She gasped at the attempted pull and stared down at the crippled stallion in surprise. Marks gave a disabled, lopsided smile to show her he was, relatively, OK, and wanted her to continue. Fang blinked in amazement before tears streamed down her face and she hugged him needily, licking his neck clean. Marks shuddered jarringly at the lick, slurring a moan as he peaked, letting out his load inside his lover. Fang gasped and gave an adorable whimper as she sprayed his fur, the warmth of his love being all too much for her. The hot, gooey magma seeping deep into her sent the young mare into a blur of carnal bliss. Fang lost all perception of time as stars exploded behind her tightly screwed eyelids.

Her body spasmed as she cried out "M-MARKS! I-ICH... LIEBE DICH-KYAAAAAAA!" She squealed, her voice echoing around their cramped bedding quarters as she embraced her dazed partner. They rode out their shared wave of otherworldly pleasure in perfect synchronisation, the moment seeming to last a thousand lifetimes, before Fang - rather reluctantly - rolled off her lover and snuggled against his paralysed form, nuzzling the crook of his neck like an affectionate puppy. “Mein Gott.” She purred, tracing little heart shapes on Marks’ chest. “I’ve…… I’ve never felt zat gut before.” She looked deeply into her stallion’s eyes. “Danke schon, mein liebling.” She kissed him sweetly on the cheek and nestled against him, sighing happily as she settled down to rest and bathe in the afterglow.

As she settled into a comfortable position, Marks began to twitch in her hold, slowly regaining control of his body again as he rolled onto his side and embraced his lover, planting a firm, loving kiss on her lips.

“What happened to me?” He asked, more amazed than alarmed. “Why couldn’t I move?” Fang flushed, her ears folding back as she adverted her gaze from his shamefully.

“Oh. Um…. i-it’s because I injected you viz a sort of…. enzyme.” She explained. “I-It acts much like a poison, like zat of a rattlesnake. It…. it paralyses prey and zins zeir blood, so it cannot clot properly for a few minutes. It’s, um…. a-also quite a potent….. a-a-aphrodisiac.” Her blush deepened. “It…. p-paralyses ze victim viz pleasure.” Marks looked at her with an impressed expression.

“I see.” He drawled, thoughtfully. “That’s a neat little party trick you’ve got going for ya, my dear.” He stroked her hair, which was now matted a damp with sweat. “Would you care to use it on me again, sometime?” He asked with a smirk. “I think I have a new kink.” Fang gasped at that, a bashful whine escaping her throat as she looked away from him with all the shyness of Fluttershy herself. After playing with her mane shyly, she nodded and glanced sideways into her lover’s eyes.

“J-Ja.” She muttered, softly. The pair wrapped their fetlocks around each other and shared one final goodnight kiss before settling down to sleep in one another’s hold