Cloud Waltz chuckled very lowly to himself in a fit of pride and joy as he walked out of the hall, marching with the other soldiers for the last time as trainees, and soon for the first time as trained, well trained, as he'd add, soldiers fit only for Celestia's Royal Guard. Not the National Guard. Not the Army. Not even the titanium blooded marines. The Royal Guard. Trained for the princesses to be as loyal as they are strong. And Waltz were one of the top combatants. He took on six opposing stallions, and an officer and won! The second round, though, eh dropped like a fly...his stamina were exhausted. But he won that first fight!
Pulling himself from his reverie was none other than the familiar cadence. Oh perfect. Music to take your mind off the struggle of marching. As strenuous and horrid as it feels...Waltz got used to it. It's hard, especially with armor on. But it's an art. And it's a pride of his to be perfectly executing in all of his marching fundamentals in any fashion!
"Halt!"
Everyone came to an abrupt halt. This is different, though. Oh, this is very different. First, they weren't called to a halt, they were commanded to halt. No orders were given, only silence, and it took a moment for Waltz to actually see why. A high ranking officer, scratch that, a very high ranking officer were angrily trotting along the many rows and columns of soldiers. Weaving through. Going through a row, following a column back, and a column up. She didn't stop looking, and her search was very vigilant. She must be looking for something specific.
Waltz sighed a long sigh. Though it was completely silent, lest he risk being made an example of, and then proceed to cost the remainder of this battallion dearly. Maybe now that they'd graduated to full fledged royal guard soldiers, they'd be given five hundred squats...that'd be very embarrassing. And Waltz would be fearing for his life dearly after. No one would like that, and everyone would hate him.
"I'f youv'e got balls, drop and give me twenty!", the officer barked angrily. Goddesses, she was really pissed...
Twenty.
She continued her valian search, this time slowing her pace. Until she'd had enough, and trotted back to the front. Where she stared at the full battallion. For a full five minutes, maybe ten. Waltz lost count of the seconds after 300. She took flight, hovering above the battallion. Watching like a hawk. No one moved, no one budged, no one coughed no one....scratched.
She landed about three rows from Waltz. Moved through the ranks, pushing aside stallions as she made way to the one in front of Waltz. Then bashed him in the head adn bucked him aside. Hadn't he been wearing armor, he'd be injured. She turned a full 180. Stared outwards. At the sun. Over the heads of the ranks. Then glanced behind her. Then gave Waltz another look. She turned her attention forward once more. Then turned around leisurely.
"You made eye contact with me.", she said. Waltz kept eye contact with her. And readied himself. For anything. Combat can save him. Should a pissed off very high ranking individual strike at him, he'd simply defend himself. No fighting back. Just defense. She approached him, and then leveled her eyes with his, getting close. Real close. He could feel her angry breath on his own snout. "If you ever raise a hoof to me, you will be jailed. No trial. No chances. No bail. Do I make myself clear?"
"No."
She turned her head. "What did I jsut hear you say?"
"I said no, ma'am. I do not understand the reason."
"Because you're confident. Your'e battle ready. You're willing to use your training against me, regardless of the reasons!", she turned and bucked. Waltz bolted to the left, tuck and roll, then landed back on all fours, having thrown his squadmate onto his side. The stallion quickly rose to his hooves.
Waltz watched this mare like a hawk. She were doign the same. As if one of them were waiting for the other to make a move. He, sprawled on his hooves, ready for any movement she'd make. She, simply staring him down. Nothing special.
"Grey coat. Black mane.", she said. Just before stomping her right forehoof. The release on her scabbard clicked open, and the sword shot from it's scabbard via the spring mechanism. She twirled, grabbed it, then lunged for Waltz. He locked up. Of all the many, many things he could have done. He locked up. The first thing, the very first thing that ran through his head was, did he show defiance to this mare? Refusal to follow orders? If he took her one hundred eprcent literal, would he be disobeying her?
The answer was no. He never challanged or disrespected his superior in any way, and he never raised his hoof to her in combat. He simpyl tuck and roll'd. After he came to that realization, eh then realized that she had just grabbed the handle of her sword. He stomped his hoof, ejected his blade, and grabbed it by the middle, not the blade. He clenched his jaw hard to keep it there, and deflect her strike. Dropped his blade so to not shatter his teeth, and then rolled over it, pickign it up perfectly. The gritty taste of dirt was definitely made known, but he cared none. He blocked another strike,a nd another, used his shoulder paulder to block another, and simply kept the mare's strikes at bay for a good minute. Thirty seven strikes, and she were beginning to look tired. Look. By Waltz's experience, these officers that lead Celestia's royal guard do not get tired when they look tired. It doesn't happen. They can fight endlessly for hours at a time. So this mare could be planning her next strike.
........or sheathing her sword.
As she did so, Waltz raised his head, blade still locked in his jaw, and waited.
"Stow your blade. Or I will put you in the dirty myself. You'll be doing more than tasting it."
He did stow his blade. He fit it halfway in, let the mechanism click in place, then nudged it further in. The springs kicked into action, and the scabbard clamped shut on it.
"Report to my office immediately.", she bolted. Took flight, and was out of sight.
"You heard her, Waltz.", Commander Kite Shield piped from the side of the battalion. Just three paces away. "And I'll give you one fair warning. Do not keep her waiting. It will only make her more insanely pissed than she already is."
"Yes sir!", Waltz spread his wings. Then paused. His wings were too big to take off from inside of the ranks. So he galloped otu of the ranks and took flight, taking tot he air as quickly as possible. As he arrived at the office of main command (curse his inability to pay attention or rather...care to pay attention), he was greeted by...third in command?
"Rear Admiral Armor Polish?", Waltz addressed the stallion in shock. He flinched, then snapped to attention, "Rear Admiral Armor Polish, sir! Reporting to...", he paused. He doesn't even know who called him to office.
"Third door on the left."
"Thank you, sir!", Waltz saluted.
"At ease. Go."
Waltz hurried to the door. As he opened it, he was tackled. First thrown into a tumble, and as he began settign his hooves on solid ground, they were swept out from under him, and he was pinned in a corner of the room. Literally, in the very corner.
"My NAME and title are Captain Shrike! Do I make myself clear?!"
"Yes Ma'am Captain Shrike Ma'am!!", Waltz uttered in response. She let go of him. Standing up right, and waiting. Waltz immediately shuffled to attention.
"Get int he bed. Now!", she commanded.
Punishment by embarrassment? High chance. Punishment at all? Very high chance. Reason behidn it all, sitll unknown. He marched to the bed in the room regardless. It were large, and well-made. Basic, but it had four layers of covers on it, each tucked in perfectly. Green and white. Two pillows lined the head of the bed. Waltz crawled into the bed and then began contemplating whether to stand at attention or remain laying down out of deep respect for this high ranking mare's belongings.
"Armor. Discard it now.", Shrike began kickign off her armor. Throwing it about her cabin before using her helmet to slam her door shut. Waltz hurriedly discarded his armor, sending it to the floor as Captain Shrike crawled into the bed with him. He was just about to ask questions before she rolled him over, spread his legs, and landed her open mouth right on his crotch. Shock was enough to make him jump, and the thought of painful teeth were definitely prominent in his mind for a good few seconds.
Yet she continued her lovely ministrations, to Waltz's confusion. Though, he may have a hunch that this is probably what she were getting at from the beginning.
"Uh, Captain Shrike?", he addressed her She picked her head up, staring him down. Setting both eyes on one of his, then the other. "I'ms orry, I don't remember settign you at ease, soldier."
"Yes...ma'am?"
"Now shut up."
"Yes ma'am."
She continued her mouth lavishing. Definitely involving sex. You know, the question di run through his mind, asking what kind of sex, but he focused more on figuring things out. He could finally feel the heat drifting downwards into his groin but a few moments after she'd replaced her mouth on his crotch, and she did gfet what she wanted. got him hard enough to change tactics a little bit, place a few licks along his hardening dick, then finally, enveloped his mast in her mouth. She wasted no time taking it to the hilt, and even less time going to town on his dick.
Captain Shrike bobbed her head on his dick in the most perfect way. Waltz had nothing to compare it to. He'd made a promise to himself to set aside relationships until after his enlisted time, and he'd done good so far. Kudos to him. But this, oh by Celestia's name, he couldn't help but utterign a grunt, then a low moan. Goddesses. Oh goddesses what int eh blazing hell does this mare want from him?!
Which was answered shortly after sh ereleased his throbbing dick and climbed over him, positioning herself perfectly over his erect dong, and with but one moment's hesitation, she slowly, ever so slowly, achingly, even, lowered herself onto the very crown. Not even penetrating herself with his cock. Just sittign there. Then it came. Her weigh was more than enough to aprt her lips, and just as same to actually spread ehrself wide with his dick. Waltz hummed. The pleasure of this very moment is too good to pass up. He would dick smack his morals in the face to shut them up to have this very moment. Oh Celestia.
She was incredibly tight. For Waltz to say this, with no prior experience with any sexual relations, that's ggotta hold merit. Alotta merit. She's so tight. It hurts. Yet he slipped deep into her depths like...some sort of velvet glove reference. He couldn't think anymore. His groing was practically shivering fromt he amount of pleasuring flooding through it. It took moments, moments, for those waves to hit his brain,a dn when they did. He could not function. Not far from being reduced toa blubbering mess, Shrike pulled an unexpected move. She sped up! From moving, literally, at a snails pace, to hilting herself, then picking herself back up adn slamming her hips into Waltz's groin. And she ketp that pace. And Waltz's pleasure flooded mind, bearing pleasure fogged senses, lost itself. It was alone, in a thick mist in a forest, and lsot itself. (Seriously, is that possible to manage?)
....All made worse when he blacked out. The captain finished herself off, then climbed off of him, wobbling to her armor to collect it all.
Waltz was awoken but a few minutes later by command.
"Wake up soldier!", Captain Shrike called.
Waltzed rolled off the bed in the exact fashion he woudl his own bed, then turned around ina hop, saluting. "Cloud Waltz reporting for duty, ma'am!!!", he recited.
"At ease."
Waltz blinked, then looked about. And everything flooded his memory-living mind at once. "Oh...Captain Shrike, did we really...Uh...Well."
"Yes. What are you some kind of virgin?"
"Well...to put it short, I did make myself a promise."
"Oh my lady, I didn't bang some twink, did I?"
"What? I'll be honest, I don't udnerstand the question."
She put herself right before him. "Soldier. I asked what promise to yourself did I make you break?"
"Well, no relationships until after my enlistment ends."
"Ugh.", she turned away, returning to her mirror. "You are such a stupid, anive little fuck up."
"Pardon? I don't understand. Again."
"Don't worry about it. Personal opinion.", she ran a hoof through he rmane multiple times. Checkign for something probably.
"Is everything alright? You're acting kind fo different. Emphasis on "kind of.""
"Don't.", she snapped ehr attention abck to Waltz, "Ever. Address me with concern, for me, in your voice. Makes you look like an inbred fool."
"Then I will continue to be a misinformed soldier who doesn't ask questions and acts ont he moment. Fair enough?"
"Good enough."
"Will I ever find out what's going on?"
"Yes, I'll explain because you're obviously heavily confused as of to what is happening. You're a trophy wife.", she sat down.
He turned his head, looked down, then back at Shrike. Then back down, searchign the floor. "What?"
"You. Are my trophy wife. The very exact mirrored definition of trophy wife. A trophy wife sits at home simply for her husband to look upon her beauty and to fuck her when he wants. Do you understand now?"
"am I really that good looking?"
"Sexier than you think."
"Hmm. Confidence boost."
"No other mares. I'm the only pussy you get, and you will never ask me for any. I will simply approach you and tell you one word. Bed. At that moment, you will go to bed. and we will fuck. No argument."
"there never will be. However!"
"If you say anything about a relationship I will hit you."
"Well...hate to be the bearer of bad news." She readied to strike. "I'll be fair. I'm not gonna ask for a relationship. But you're going to have to give me some kind of affection in return for...all this that's happening."
"Sex isn't enough?"
"Sex is a bonus to me."
"Ugh.", she slugged him. Hard. In the jaw, too. "That's for deliberately disobeying me."
Waltz gyrated his jaw, then clenched down. Fine. Aside from some potential bruising. "Fair.", he admitted.
"Look. I apparently didn't make myself clear. You're my trophy wife. For me to look at like my possessed beautiful wife and to fuck when I damn well please. In the morning, at two a.m. In the middle of your lunch break. After mine. Twenty four hours, you will be of service to me."
"Now you're making me feel like some kind of slave."
"In return, I will...return some sort of affection. You need to keep in mind that I chose you because I wanted a dick. I can easily trade you for another. So you get what you get. Don't ask for anything more."
Waltz righted himself. "Understood. Thank you."
"Get your armor, and discard it. Because you're not leaving this bedroom for a week. Payment for disobeying me and being a difficult little fuck."
Waltz were tempted to sigh. But he smiled instead. "Alright then. I'll be here when you need me.", he climbed back onto the bed. Sprawled over it.
"You better look just like that when I get back.", she grabbed her helmet. Last thign to put on before she headed out the door.
Waltz sighed. "Monte Carlo method. Roll with it."