Fallout: Equestria - Time Can Bring You Down

I slurred my words along while swirlng my wine glass. All that sparkling chardonnay made me bubbly. Giggly, even. Though he and the rest of his friends were around, I only had eyes for one of them. Sargent Chapel shifted awkwardly at the story his squadmates told. They were nothing more than small time privates and subordinates, but something told me they weren't exaggerating.

One bumbling about with his sixth drink told us about his time in D.C

"Should of seen this bastard, ha-! Sarge found a mutie in one of the trenches and the mutie puffed out her chest barkin' about 'supermare crush tiny pony!' And then- hehe-! Then-!"

He burst into chortles that rung our ears. I thought his laugh was hilarious. Contagious, even. He stayed giggling his ass off till he took another sip of rum. Even then, the smirk stayed plastered over his lips.

"Then the sarge slapped him with a canteen and dropped er' right in the trench! Flopped down like a fish!"

The roaring laughter echoed through the mess hall. Even Chapel himself barely held it together. We both lost it when his friend started doing a shitty version of the worm. He was still seated, flailing around and tumbling out his seat. We listened for hours to the stories only his men could tell. I enjoyed the tale about the old deathclaw and the mine cluster.

Before long, we made our way toward the locker room, which was back by his office. He wanted to take me there and put me to bed. But I had other plans. It didn't take much effort. All I had to do was ask if I could shower. He agreed blankly at first, till I leaned against him and nuzzled his chest.

"I'm not gonna wash myself alone... I can't reach much with these zipties." I whispered, batting my eyelashes

We didn't even need foreplay. As soon as I soaped between my thighs, he came up and ground my rear, spreading my cheeks whenever he wanted. I didn't care what people thought of me. I needed some comfort. My coat felt moist with warm water, mist all around us.

I lay my hooves on Sargent Chapel's thighs and took his tip between my lips. He scrunched up tightly and throbbed against my tongue. I closed my eyes and lapped along his first few inches, ashamed of how natural it felt. I didn't know how rough he'd be. But I glanced up every now and then, batting my eyelashes to show him I loved it.

He let me savor the density of his cock, shoving my tongue against his crown. I kept still as I pressed my muscle against his prick over and over, giving tiny grins between licks.

"Nmmm..." I groaned, going slack as he shoved me further down.

The way his hooves ruffled my mane made me hot. He had total control over my throat. Over the way I sucked him off. I shut my eyes when he started bucking against me and yanking me down. My gullet was drenched in pre and spit. His warm, pulsing thing filled my throat till all I could do was enjoy it. He knew what kind of mare I was. I could tell by the way he worked his cock with my mouth. He used my mane to handle me in all the right ways, making me shiver everywhere.

Sargent Chapel fucked my cheek and ground his tip along my hard palette. Almost lost myself when he made me deepthroat the whole thing. I glugged down his thick, oozing pre and enjoyed the way he yanked me down to the ring.

"Fhhhck..." I groaned, barely opening my eyes.

My tongue traced along his ephemeral ring, detailing the splotches and skin just out of my reach. When he held me down, I went limp. He pushed out a grunt and painted my throat white. Nearly suffocated when he made me drink it all down, pursing my lips just over the tip so I could lick him clean.

We made eye contact. And I thought, staring up at his cold eyes, that deep down he must've been shaped that way. I knew he was a good colt from the way he settled me down with expensive mealing and whispers. I still remembered the way we ended up inside the showers. My stomach was impossibly cozy. I already felt toasty with the wine crackling in my gut. Having his cum in me sweetened the deal.

I placed my forehooves against the wall and flicked my tail about... panting.

He glanced away for a moment and probed my lips apart. I could feel his tip sliding in and around, tingling my insides. A harsh jitter of excitement struck my groin. Sargent Chapel was smearing my pussy with precum, fucking my folds as he pleased. I hung my mouth open and enjoyed it.

"Are you sure you want me to take it all the way...? We should use a condom, you know."

"N-no... I- Aaaaah~ I need you to cum inside. Do it inside-!" I cursed, biting my lip when he took my shoulders.

He held me down against his meat. I felt every inch pressing me open. His bloated cock slicked my cervix back and forth, stripping my body of it's defenses. If he came inside, I'd probably get pregnant. His crown was already oily with pre and juice. The way it kissed against me drove me crazy. Chapel had glazed my thighs with my own honey. Without knowing it, my back arched downward, leaving me a mess of nerves and sex.

"Shit-! I'm-!"

I gnashed my teeth as I froze in place. My slit clamped down on Sargent Chapel. I shivered hard when I started squirting against his ring. The orgasm forced my eyes shut, jerking my hips around. When I went slack, he hoisted me by the hips and got me off by pounding my pocket.

His breath tickled my neck, teeth over my coat as he murmured in my ear. Chapel's voice was low and grainy. It streaked my body with heat and left my cheeks burning. The last thing he did before teasing me was take my ass instead.

I squirmed and went wide-eyed, grunting hard between my teeth. My anal tract was thick and swollen from my orgasm. When he stuck it in, I jittered, helpless to stop my bucking hindlegs. He held me still and pelted me from behind, oiling all my spots with cum.

"How long can you last?"

The question distracted me. I lost control of my breathing and felt my heart racing. Couldn't stop myself from gasping and cawing my lungs out. I say cawing because it wasn't screaming, but it did hurt my throat. Between my legs was the best feeling I had all day. He was warm and deep, holding me down and creaming me one hole at a time. I stayed limp and lazy. Sargent Chapel forced me into a kiss before emptying himself, pinning me against the shower tile.

I couldn't remember how long we spent fucking each other's brains out. But we ended up in his office, drinking and smoking the night away. We were coated with cancer and we breathed fermented plant matter. I spent my last waking hours staring up at his eyes, grinning all the while.

When he finally spoke up and asked why, I told him:

"Because you make me happy."