Author's Note

This is the last (so far) of two oneshots, involving the crossest batpony ever, before her main story, which many of you are familiar with the idea. Not written in a day like De-stressing, but we'll see what happens. As always, one or two lines shamelessly stolen/retooled for my purposes.

Do let me know what you think in the comments, and do enjoy!

The Crossest Mare in the Guard

Stellar Touch

By: Flammenwerfer

One of the Common Areas of the Lunar Barracks was unusually busy at this time of day, considering ninety-five percent of the force consisted of batponies. There was no mistaking it, however. The sun had barely risen, corroborated by the time of six in the morning, and the troops of the Third Platoon of the Lunar Guard were finishing tying their combat boots, the last piece of their identical, drab PT uniforms. Such uniforms consisted of grey short-sleeved shirts and navy/teal camouflaged pants; the shirts all bore the insignia of the Lunar Guard.

“Alright, looks like just about everypony’s here,” one of the thestrals commented once he finished tying up his boots around his hooves, flexing his wings and rubbing the rest of the crust out of his eyes. All the other batponies echoed a similar sentiment. In the wake of the Canterlot Wedding, the inability for the Solar Guard to properly repel the Changeling Invasion, and the Lunar Guard’s inability to mobilize at all, shined a light on the fact that both forces had become a bit lax. As such, all royal forces were to be ‘retrained’ and ‘re-analyzed.’ The first step to such an action was a massive, combined PT regimen to help bolster Solar and Lunar cooperation, wherein there existed (usually) friendly but tense rivalry.

As for the Lunar Guard, commanding officers were sent back to officer’s training by an enraged Princess Luna. Further, five high-ranking officers were sacked from both forces.

“Yeah, other than the few that are away, looks like we’re just missing Private Nightwing… Corporal Storm… and… Stella,” a female Corporal glanced around the room and noted the absence of familiar faces. However, the last name she said rang harshly in everypony’s head, corroborated by the lack of use of the appropriate rank. For everypony in the room, looks of fatigue from lack of sleep were replaced by grimaces.

“Fuck… Stella. She’s supposed to come back from leave…” another Private began speaking up, glancing towards the clock in the room. “...this morning. Luna’s Moon, she’s gonna be pissed.”

“She’s a pissed-off mare normally. How much worse could she be?” Corporal Cavern, a light-coated male thestral, asked whimsically.

“Easy for you to say, Cavern. You’re alright in her book,” Private Noctus, a distinctly red-eyed female batpony pointedly noted.

“I don’t know why you’re all worried about her, I’m more anxious about being PT’d this early in the morning by a pissed off Princess Luna,” another Private voiced her opinion.

“Honestly,” a Corporal Bloodmoon spoke up. “Sometimes I think Nightmare Moon would be less intense than her.”

“That’s a bold statement—”

“WHO WAS IT?!” a feminine yet iconic Northern Equestrian Mountain accent graced everypony’s sensitive ears. Turning their mutual attention to the entrance of the common room, they found Stella, dressed the same as them but her normally neat, ponytailed mane was uncharacteristically in a frizzy state. Her golden eyes were somewhat bloodshot from a lack of sleep like the others, but her brow was furrowed in anger and her fists were balled up. Her shirt rode the tiniest amount up her stomach, exposing a sliver of her midriff due to becoming untucked.

“Who was the pissbag that dropped a fuckin’ bollock in the soup for all of us?!” Stella demanded to know, entering the common room and slamming the door behind her, which happened to smack right into the muzzle of one of the missing soldiers.

“Good morning, Stella,” Corporal Bloodmoon bravely spoke up with indifference, though his inhibitions, like everypony else’s, were lowered due to sheer tiredness. “How was leave? I see you had a good time.”

“Oh I had a wonderful time, thanks Blood,” Stella replied lowly. However, her neutral gaze suddenly morphed to one much darker. “And if you get sarcastic with me again I’ll nail your knob to that clock so we’ll always be reminded of the exact time you chose to get fuckin’ smart with me!” she threatened, getting closer to him and pointing at the only clock in the room. Everypony knew she was even more pissed off for some reason, as evident by her rolling her ‘r’s much more prominently. The truth was, though, she had a horrible time on leave. More specifically, she was broken up with, which was the source of her extra ire and loose temper, among other things.

Blood backed off and, though he didn’t have the energy to show any fear, he raised his hands in understanding and looked away.

“Now… I’ll ask my question again: WHO. DID. US. UP. THE. BUNGHOLE?!”

“You’re a lot more... homely than usual, are you sure you’re alright?” Cavern asked, genuinely concerned for his comrade.

“Of course I’m fuckin’ alright!” Stella immediately shot back. “Are you fuckin’ alright?!”

Cavern only raised his right eyebrow, as if his point was already proved.

“Look, ponies,” Stella noted, lessening her tone just a bit. “I didn’t have a good leave, alright? In fact, I had a really shitty leave because of reasons and I don’t need any of you fuckheads making it worse! As you can all imagine, this is the last thing I want to do right now.”

“And you think we want to do this?? For fuck’s sake, Stella, we can see you’re still the angriest batpony in the Guard, but we all have headaches and we can do without your ritual flogging,” Private Noctus spoke up, already irritated beyond belief. “Also, to answer your question, nopony knows, really; the story keeps changing.”

“Oh trust me, when I find out who got us punishment… it’ll be worse than ‘ritual flogging,’” Stella warned pointedly, drawing her eyes in a line around the room and seeing who it might have been that screwed it up for everypony. “If I do find out…” she continued, sashaying her way over to one of the Privates sitting on a chair and trying to make himself unassuming. She placed her hands almost lovingly around his head. “I’m going to rip their fucking head off, shit right down into their spinal column… then glue their head back and shit all over that!” Stella declared, firmly pressing her fingers into the poor soldier’s head to make a point to everypony in the room.

“Well you may wanna direct that anger elsewhere,” the missing Corporal Storm—one of the only unicorns in the Lunar Guard—announced, entering into the common area along with Private Nightwing who was clutching his face. It was no secret that Stella prefered her commanders and fellow troops in the Army rather than the Guard, but Corporal Lightshield Storm was one of those that Stella actually liked. He sported a ‘neatly unkempt’ mane, light-brown eyes, and a grey coat like most of the thestrals.

“Looks like we have our official story as of ten minutes ago. The idea that a runner was sent to wake our asses up and mobilize, but getting captured? Well, turns out that may have been a lie, fabricated by a platoon commander in the Solar Guard,” he continued to explain the information he was able to dig up.

A few murmurs sounded from the entire Third Platoon, a few thestrals speaking amongst themselves. Stella’s right eye twitched.

“Wait… wait… so yer saying that the one in charge of waking us up lied about sending a runner?” Stella reiterated, asking for confirmation. If that was the case, then nopony in the Lunar Guard was to blame at all!

“So it seems, and it makes sense why… it would mean that the Solar Guard don’ fucked up really badly.”

“Those… golden-armored pussies!” Stella seethed, a few others jumping suddenly when she sharply enunciated the last word. “Payback for the lot of them being a bunch of high and mighty cunts! By the Moon if that platoon commander was here right now…” she began thinking out loud, imagining all the terrible things she could do them. “...well, I don’t know what exactly I’d do. But I’d start with ripping his balls off and going from there.”

Before anypony could say anything else, a small, staggered alarm went off throughout the barracks, signaling all of them to report to their positions.

“Well, that’s us. Come on, everypony. Time to get PT’d,” Storm beckoned, the rest of their platoon getting to their hooves. Stella quickly took a position of point.

“Sorry I lost my temper at you lot, though what I said and say is usually fucking true. FOR EXAMPLE,” she pointed back to Noctus. “The red eyes, with your whole facial structure makes you look like a Mareatonian foal molester.”

“Thank you, Stella. You always know how to brighten my day,” Noctus replied with an eyeroll. In reality, that was probably one of the nicer things that Stella had ever said to her, other than ‘good evening’ some time ago.

“Oh nevermind the bollocks. Fuck ‘em all, let’s outperform the Solar twats yeah?” she said over her shoulder to a small chorus of cheers. It was nice to have Stella on one’s side every now and then, and their mutual disdain for the attitude of the Solar Guard, along the deflection of blame, was a unifying banner of sorts.

“Back to basic, everypony!”

“Unleash Tartarus!!”

[Rest Area | Canterlot Castle Training Grounds | Three Hours Later…]

Once all Guard troops, both Solar and Lunar, met on a combined field, Princess Luna personally observed all of them perform their Physical Training routine. The extra-gruelling exercises were meant to test everpony’s physical ability, and the Lunar Princess gave a stern warning, that anypony who failed would be removed from the Guard immediately. It was clear that she was not happy, especially since her own force was unable to mobilize during the incident due to the reasons aforementioned by Storm. Not even she was woken up!

But, like any military force, individuals are not always punished on their lonesome. To discourage other screwups, if one pony messes up, everypony pays the price, as was the case here.

Such exercises consisted of the usual pushup/pullup tests, running an uncountable number of miles in a certain amount of time, basic weapons training, hefting massive objects with the help of teamwork, et cetera. By the time one of the rest breaks came up, it was still only nine in the morning. Everypony was sweating under the sun, and removed/repositioned shirts were commonplace. Stella passed the exercises with flying colors, but there was little worry in that regard (so far, everypony else passed as well). As of right then, she opted to tuck the hem of her shirt through the neck, exposing her toned midriff to anypony who stared, though many of the mares did this as well. It was a water break and time to cool down, so she nor anyone else cared.

“Like what ye see, Poof-de-fucking Lis?” Stella called out over her shoulder after sipping from her water bottle, aiming her rather neutral words at a male thestral she caught eying her back and butt. The pink-haired batpony soldier quickly looked away, but Stella wasn’t having any of that.

“Answer the fucking question!” she roared suddenly, taking the surrounding ponies off-guard, and forcing an un-masculine whimper out of the thestral in question. “Do you like what you see?” She wiggled her ass teasingly, but just enough for emphasis and not lewdness, twirling her tail.

“Y-Yes…?”

Stella huffed humorously.

“Good. Thank you,” she added with a trademark grin before tossing him the water bottle. “For the future, take glances at mares, don’t fucking stare at them; you look like a pervy cocklord otherwise.”

“That, or, don’t stare at mares in that way, it’s rude,” another female voice bade the attention of both Stella and the unknown batpony. Turning towards the new voice revealed a small group of Solar Guards who were intermingling with both groups. Stella, however, was not particularly happy with being interrupted, nor one of her comrades being talked down to by a Solar Guard.

“Oh hey!! It’s Mystic, the Massive Minge of Manehattan! Thank you and the rest of the Solar Guard for getting us in this shit! We truly appreciate it,” Stella commented bitterly. “You might wanna go back through the fuckin’ course and make sure you have it down before picking up your spears and tampons again!” she added derisively, gesticulation towards their surroundings.

“Pfft. Like you all would’ve made a damn difference!” the emerald-haired, lime-coated mare riposted sarcastically.

“We wouldn’t have made a difference, we would’ve made all the difference… because we wouldn’t get rolled over by a bunch of insect, holed, conscript fucks!” Stella countered with a sardonic giggle, earning a laugh out of a few of her comrades who gathered a bit closer to her.

“Oh shut the hell up, batpony,” a male Solar Guard piped up, annoyed, from the rear of Mystic. Stella immediately pointed to him.

“Oi! Was I fuckin’ talkin’ to you, cunt? Top off your fuckin’ bottle of sperm and get bent, you tosser, before I make you a new assplug with your spear!” she threatened dismissively, garnering even more laughter and “ooooh’s” from those in her platoon who were ecstatic to see Stella directing her ire at somepony else but them.

“You just love to hear yourself talk, don’t you?” Mystic asked, stepping forward a bit. “Just spouting off expletives and profanity for shock value without actually earning respect, am I right?” she shot right back, which caused a few batponies to cover their mouths, while a few Solar Guard’s expressed their approval at the words.

Stella cocked her head and an eyebrow, shooting her an unimpressed look.

The Northern thestral suspensefully closed the distance between her and Mystic. Both Solar and Lunar Guard watched with bated breath, especially the latter, since they knew Stella was unpredictable in these situations… even more so with the knowledge of her terrible time on break.

“You’re one to talk, considering you have your position because you let your lieutenant grab your tits. Explains why you’re fuckin’ useless with a sword… and as a guard in general,” she stated in a somewhat softer tone of voice.

“Oh shit…” a few ponies, both Solar and Lunar, muttered variably under their breaths.

“Excuse me… what?!” Mystic tossed her bottle away and got right in front of the accented thestral. Mystic had about an inch over Stella in height.

“Oh, did I fucking stutter, cunt? Did you really think it was smart to attack others when your shit reeks of cum?” Stella asked disdainfully, but her demeanor quickly became much more bellicose. “And please, I’ll fuck you harder than your dad shagged yer mum in a Trottingham whorehouse, but with a lot more length and much less love.”

“Fucking hell…” a random batpony commented on Stella’s words, many others laughing hysterically.

“Hey! I’ve heard enough out of you. Get fucked,” another Solar Guard, a unicorn, took a threatening position next to Mystic to back her up. Again, Stella was unmoved. A few of her Lunar allies stepped closer to her and flanked her.

“Oh yes, and here comes the chromosome-deficient fish fucker to clean up The Village Cunt’s mess!” Stella pointed out loudly and snidely, actually getting really angry. The emotions that she had suppressed from her breakup were resurfacing in full, being projected on those around her. “She blowing you too, mate? Sorry to hear that.” She then glanced back to her fellow soldiers, gesturing with her thumb at the newcomer. “Poor sod, eh?”

Nopony could discern, at that exact moment, who threw the first strike, but all anyone was sure of was seeing Stella lay the male Guard out flat on his ass with a single punch to his face. Immediately after, Mystic could not even react in defense before Stella clocked her with a brutal hammer-fist into the side of her face.

That’s when the brawl started in full.

While many stood back and abstained, or actively tried to prevent the inevitable, a good amount from both Guard Forces clashed in the middle. Fists and hooves were traded on both sides, and a few Stella’s immediate platoon-mates gladly backed her up in the fistfight, eager to get back at the Solar Guards for their predicament.

Screams of encouragement and pleas to stop were masked by the sounds of the nonlethal infighting, and the visual cacophony of limbs refused to become any clearer. Soldiers from both sides of the brawl who refused to get in the middle of it did well to physically restrain anypony else who dared think about joining the fray. Those who got knocked out, seriously injured, or incapacitated in any form began to withdraw from the fight, or collapsed completely, littering the dry, stony ground like leaves in autumn.

A few Solar Guards who watched from the sidelines were startled when a bright-teal teleportation spell suddenly went off next to them, revealing a certain, infuriated Lunar Princess. Clad in her own armed forces uniform, complete with visor-cap and combat boots, she flared her wings and marched straight towards the ‘kill-zone,’ not paying anypony else any mind to the others as they knelt to the ground.

When Princess Luna got to the outer rim of the engagement, she physically threw ponies off, tossing them away like trash before employing her magic to physically separate combatants from each other. When she got to the center, which is exactly where she wanted to be, Luna reached in and, flaring her hands in magic, hefted both Stella and Mystic off their hooves. Her gaze never wavered and her eyes glowed bright teal.

The fight was over, and all who could still stand, even if injured, knelt to the ground.

“What is the meaning of this?!” the Princess yelled in her royal voice. “A melee within our ranks?!” She tossed Stella and Mystic to the ground, the two of them landing on their sides, and the slight pause allowed the thestral to briefly examine her injuries: two cuts on her right cheek, a bruised jaw, and she nearly swore some bastard tried to pull one of her wings out of its socket. She, however, was more than fine with that, considering she took down five Solar Guards who dared try to attack her after the first hits were cast.

Luna’s eyes returned to normal, but her voice still remained somewhat amplified.

“If this is how you choose to act, my sister and I were right to Physically Re-train your incompetent posteriors! Who provoked it?” the Princess demanded. Nopony answered immediately, as many were still trying to regain their bearings. “I asked a question! Who provoked the fucking fight?!” Luna roared, furious at the humiliating display, further evident by a rare use of profanity.

Stella gladly pointed her finger towards Mystic and the other Guard, whose name happened to be Aegis. Luna turned to them, but posed her next question to any who would answer:

“Is this true?”

Her gaze peered into the two guards’ very soul, as if she would know if they lied (she probably would). However, despite being caught in the spotlight, they, conflicted, could not bring themselves to answer. Nopony else stepped up either, but others in the Lunar Guard joined Stella in asserting who exactly provoked the initial physical contact.

“No counter to that claim… and complete silence,” Princess Luna mused. “I’ve heard all I need to know. Not only were the Solar Guards incompetent with dealing with aggressors and lying about their actions, you still lose an engagement with your Lunar counterparts. Celestia’s concerns were indeed founded, it seems.”

“And to you my Lunar Guard,” the Princess addressed her entire force with even greater sternness than that of their counterparts. “The fact that you did not maintain the moral high ground is most disappointing and, in my opinion, a colossal failure even worse than your colleagues’.”

She turned her attention to everypony, letting her eyes tour the scene.

“I’ve removed enough officers from command and as such, there will be no demotions. All who participated in this fight, evident by the severity of injuries, shall receive half pay for three months, and for everypony, this entire retraining regimen shall be extended. All those who are able, get your flanks perpendicular and back on the field now! I have no qualms with sending each and every one of you back to basic training if you continue this incomprehensible foolery!” the Princess declared, to everpony’s massive chagrin. No complaints could be voiced at the moment, though, lest they incur a harsher punishment.

Stella was only lightly injured, and could easily walk. Her wing would hurt something fierce for at least a week to come, but that could be dealt with in time. With her nerves having calmed down, and her hooves back on the ground, she realized that, in hindsight, it was probably not wise to escalate the tension to actually trading blows. She knew for a fact, since she was at the front, that the solar guard threw the first punch, though others may not have been able to verify that as easily. Ergo, she was indeed provoked… but the Princess was right, she should have taken the higher path. But if given the chance, Stella knew in her heart she would have done the exact same thing over again. She spit on the ground for good measure, noting a slight reddish tint within her saliva.

Cunts.

It was a common myth that all batponies slept during the day and were active at night. In fact, almost all thestrals shared the same sleeping habits as normal ponies, but the idea only came about from exposure to the Lunar Guard. Their job was to guard the castle at night, and as such, their sleeping schedules had to be inverted for obvious tactical reasons; thestrals were just better at it. Stella did not mind though, and in fact, she much preferred to sleep during the evening. It was not like she had any choice in the matter, though; her body was limp by the end of the first day of the corrective regimen. Lying in her bed, sheet and comforter covering her completely below her head, Stella fancied a look towards her roommate’s bed, but knowing full well that Emeralda was not due back from leave for the next two days.

Lucky bitch.

However, it wasn’t completely bad. After all, she had the room to herself, and that meant that she could sleep in the nude like she so preferred. Emeralda never enjoyed having to wake up to Stella ‘giving the girls some fresh air,’ and the cute-accented thestral respected that completely. However, Emeralda wasn’t here to complain.

Stretching out her sore, cramped legs, Stella turned on her left side and just stared into nothingness. Her mind was brought back to the events of early morning, and how her actions, though technically provoked, cost both guard forces a combined total of twenty-one wounded troops; six of them had to be taken to the hospital. There were a few broken bones, torn wings, torn muscles, and several broken horns, but just a bunch of bruises and cuts in general made up the grand majority of injuries sustained.

Stella did feel particularly bad that those involved were taking a large pay reduction as punishment. While it was their prerogative to participate in the melee, she still somewhat felt responsible, at least in part.

Sighing out dejectedly, her thoughts were dragged to the source of her much more bombastic approach to the whole situation. Normally, despite the front she put up, Stella loved to banter and mince words. While she would often make threats, fling insults, and often have the capability and willingness to make good on them, she (sometimes) didn’t mean it. She didn’t regret what happened today, but even Stella knew that she maybe went too far in escalating a fight from level one to one hundred in an instant. The source of those enabling emotions: her breakup.

Why…?

Stella had been dating her now-ex-coltfriend by the name of Nebula for a good eight months. He lived back in the Northern Mountain Range, her home, which was a perfect setup for her. Naturally, she could see her family and him when she would visit on leave (and in the Guard, leave was much more generous than in the army). He had a similar, if slightly less-intense personality as Stella, so the two ended up getting along swimmingly. He held a nice job back in the cavern networks, and the two would spend as much time together as possible when Stella came home.

This past break, however, he revealed to her that the distance and the time between seeing her was getting to him. While he felt terrible for doing so and expressing this, Nebula had to be true to himself and to Stella that he felt the long distance was not working for their relationship. Stella had a few ‘choice words’ when the intention to break up was plainly outed, and she could not remember a time where she was so angry and distraught at the same time.

I really liked him…

Nebula was one of the few who could hold their own at bantering with her, and he easily put up with her eccentricities and other antics. Stella had to concede that his reason for ending their relationship was more than valid in her book, but that did not mean she had to like it. She truly warmed up to him, apparent by how physical they were with each other in every sense of the word, and when the deed had been done, Stella couldn’t remember ever crying as hard as she did that fateful night.

A lone tear fell down the side and back of her face, a tiny remnant of about two weeks prior. Stella sniffled but quickly shook her head clear, as if it would offer her some salvation from the longing that plagued her heart.

It didn’t. That was going to be PT’s job.

But then, Stella was suddenly reminded that, in total, she had not had any measure of sex for over four months. This abrupt change of thought and influx of concept suddenly created a familiar, stirring in her loins, one that felt like the ‘stomach-butterflies’ had migrated lower… and at that moment, Stella knew exactly what would help her.

To Tartarus with it all… I need a fuckin’ good wank…

Completely nude to nopony else but herself, Stella threw the covers off of her body and let the crisp air of her blackened room waft over her heated form. The sudden change in temperature did wonders, producing goosebumps and forcing the tiny hairs of her coat to stand on edge; a small tingle ran comfortably up her spine. The very thought of what was about to transpire sent the thestral’s blood surging southward, her netherlips beginning to throb in anticipation of her own touch. Stella’s mind gradually clouded over, veiling the stress and downtrodden thoughts with a temporary mask of lust, lust for nopony in particular… a lust for a release for which her body was so pleading, and to which she would oblige it.

Her fingers made contact with her lower chest and, hastily, her hands slid over her admirable mounds, cupping her two breasts with a gentleness she rarely showed anypony. Stella’s eyes fluttered shut, sealing her golden gaze from her surroundings and opting to let her mind wander and hands do all the work from here on out. She let out a staggered sigh as she squished her two orbs together, creating a small yet ever-enticing canyon of cleavage while ensnaring her hardened nipples between her digits. Pinching them simultaneously produced a small, yet very noticeable tingle which radiated pure warmth from her chest and shot straight down to her lower lips. The throbbing became more intense, a siren’s call for her fingers to ravage herself but yet, Stella held firm. She was not quite done yet.

“Mmmm…” Stella moaned silently, sinking her fingers into her fleshy bosom. It was times like these that she wished her breasts were a bit larger, not that she was shirking by any means (she was a C-cup). If she put her mind and effort to it, she could easily bury some lucky stallion’s member between them, and that thought forced an involuntary smile and lip-bite out of the mare. Stella’s legs closed on their own, squeezing together and tightening around her sex as if it would provide her any respite from the burning itch that demanded to be scratched; all it served to do was spread and distribute her sticky, semi-viscous nectar between her thighs, with any excess beginning to run down her lips and towards the bed.

Fuck, I’m soaked…

She definitely confirmed this fact when she separated her legs, accompanied by the distinct sound of her thighs becoming ‘unstuck.’

Stella used her two index fingers and pressed into her nipples as if they were little buttons, but quickly switched strategy and decided to tweak them in circles. All the while, she diligently kept her firm handfuls of her own titflesh, squeezing her two breasts together even tighter as if she were trying to compress them to a singular point in her chest. Contrary to her personality, Stella only occasionally enjoyed ‘angry’ play in bed, but was more than happy to indulge in a bit of rougher sex.

Her nipples and lower lips were completely swollen with arousal, and while Stella enjoyed playing with her breasts simply because she could at times (ask any mare, and they’d tell you the same), the throbbing down south was becoming much too powerful to ignore any longer. Her natural juices were already beginning to absorb into the fabric of her sheets in a noticeable stain with no signs of stopping, a testament to how much she really needed this. Should anypony walk in at this moment, they’d find her legs spread widely apart, her bare mound and entrance on full display, framed by the perfect petals of her sex; an open invitation for something, or rather somepony to stuff her full and rut her into the bed until she begged them to stop… crying out for the release she so desperately craved.

Stella lent a bit of consideration to that idea, on the off chance that a stallion did walk in uninvited.

But of course that wouldn’t happen. As a result, she would have to take care of herself, which was going to happen anyway.

“Ahhhh…” Stella sighed as she finally removed her hands from her chest, tantalizingly inching them down her body and feeling every bit of curvature on her abdomen. Her fingers brushed over her hypersensitive (due to her arousal) stomach and fingered every ridge of her well-defined abs. The thestral traced a single circle around her navel before sliding her hands down further, gripping her inner-thighs and pulling her legs apart even more. Her eyes opened just a little bit and took in the darkness of the room, a few objects barely illuminated by the moonlight that trickled in. Stella’s eyes comfortably shut once more at the feeling of both of her hands becoming damp from her own essence, some residual from when she tried to grind her inner thighs against her needy mound.

Wasting no more time, Stella took her right hand and palmed herself, pressing four fingers flush and firm against her flower. Just like that, her hand was now soaked, the sudden contact sent a small, electric jolt of pleasure up her spine, which manifested itself as a sharp inhale. What little reprieve came from her touch died immediately when her lips continued to throb unabated, demanding even more attention from her hand. As such, Stella began to rub herself slowly yet sensually, contorting her sensitive nethers with the firmness of her fingers and coaxing out even more of her natural lubrication. She let out a few gentle moans at the feeling, finally allowing herself the relief she so desired.

Her left hand held its position, and Stella decided on a little change of plans, opting to trace the entirety of her slit from top to bottom with her middle finger. Barely pushing past her labia, only then did she decide to stop teasing herself and sink her digit inside of herself up to the knuckle. She pursed her lips and groaned at the pleasurable feeling, but it wasn’t enough… so she added her ring finger, slipping it inside her with relative ease to join its relative within her love tunnel.

Much better…

“Hmmmm…” Stella hummed pleasurably to herself, relaxing her body into her bed’s embrace. She could not even feel the surrounding temperature difference anymore, as her heart beat rapidly within her chest and did well to crowd out any feeling of cold. Indeed, she was hot, beginning to sweat, actually… but she decided to relish in the feeling a little longer. Her fingers were no substitute for an actual phallus and the true feeling of ‘fullness’ and ‘warmth’ that one brought with penetration and burial, but this suited her just fine at the moment.

Stella brought her left hand into the action, slipping it under her right wrist and finding her clit. She gently ran her middle finger over the super-sensitive nub and the reaction was immediate, Stella whimpering out at the sudden jolt that radiated outward from her lower body. After having tested the waters, she began rubbing her little button counterclockwise, which forced her to purse her lips to stifle a much louder moan at the feeling. Stella was not a loud mare during intercourse, but she was by no means quiet. Furthermore, as much as she did not give a single shit about how (most) others thought of her, she still valued the concept of ‘courtesy.’ As such, she would have to stave off the volume of her sexual gratification.

“Mmmph…Ahhh!” Stella whined and gasped as she began scissoring her fingers within her, never ceasing her actions with her clit. The orientation required of her arms ensured that her breasts were squeezed invitingly together, pert nipples pointing straight towards the ceiling and throbbing in tandem with her flower. With that extra encouragement, she went right to work, hilting her fingers into herself as deep as she could before withdrawing them and shoving them back in, valuing depth over speed… at first. Her love tunnel was constricting lightly around her fingers, and every time she pulled her fingers back, it was as if they were being dragged back in.

And of course, Stella would never neglect her clit.

But no, it was time to stop playing around. The teasing had gone on long enough and as such Stella’s fingers fell into the perfect rhythm, pistoning into her aching pussy with abandon. The squelching sound of her fingers invading her most private place became much more prominent, much louder than her own moans and ‘personal words of encouragement.’

“Yeah… fuck… fuck… fuck…!” Stella moaned to herself in nearly a whisper, eyes shut tight and imagining a faceless, special someone doing the fingering for her. Her breasts were squeezed even tighter together by her arms, and her legs and sex quivered from the continued assault on two fronts. Her clit throbbed under the touch of her left hand, and she lightly pinched it for added effect. Waves of heat and pleasure washed over her, with sweat starting to form more noticeably on her body, mainly on her forehead.

Stella removed her fingers only temporarily and rubbed her lips nice and hard, giving her aching lips a few firm taps which garnered a loud moan that died in her throat. She threw her head back a little more, mouth open, with little moans and whimpers flowing softly yet unbidden from her core. All her problems by this point ceased to exist, and the only thing the thestral was at all concerned about was getting herself off nice and hard.

Stella knew her legs could not spread any wider, but damn it, she tried anyway. Her abdominal muscles flexed tightly as her end drew near. Feeling each and every contour within her, Stella curled her fingers upward just a bit and slammed them against her uppermost wall, all while pressing her clit like the little button it was. Her lips leaked like a faulty faucet, her hands only serving to spread her wetness up to her wrists and all over the bed. Her teeth clenched tightly together as she breathed heavily, resolving to use and abuse her pussy by every definition and synonym of those words.

“Agh!!... Fuck yes… fuck… make me cum… make me cum!” Stella pleaded with nopony in particular, her light dirty-talk aiding in her quest for final release. Combining all three elements of speed, depth, and intensity, she continued to spear her fingers inside her and angled them upward. They slid in and out of her winking tunnel with complete ease, one of the few benefits of her ‘gift’ of becoming oversaturated when aroused. It made for that much more of a pleasurable experience, and as the cherry on top, Stella opted to flick her clit with her middle finger.

In conjunction with her fingers buried deeply within her slit, that last action not only sent her over the edge, it sent her careening THROUGH the figurative barrier that cautioned against said edge.

“FFFFUCK!!...Ahhhh! Ahhh! Gahhhhh!!” she cried out as softly as possible when she came, convulsing in ecstasy as an orgasm of immense proportions wracked her entire body. Her hips rose up to meet that nonexistent phallus that was buried deep within her, her muscles all seeming to flex at once as a mighty sense of euphoria crashed over her like a tidal wave radiating straight from her flower. Stella kept her fingers hilted inside, allowing herself to ride out the monstrous orgasm that sent a dopey smile straight to her face.

And then, her peak subsided.

Removing her fingers for the final time with a satisfying squelch, Stella lay sprawled on her bed, regaining a more conservative breathing rate and a semblance of reality. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing those captivating golden irises to her room. A single fang free of her lips like a snaggle tooth only added to the adorable, post-coital grin that she could not help but sport. Nothing mattered at this point, and she was more than content to sleep in messed up sheets for the night, as she was comfortable right where she was.

Just what I needed.

“Mail call!” a feminine voice called out from the opposite side of the door before a small package was fit through the mail slit. The guard courier walked off down the hall and Stella’s ears flicked at the disturbance. Finally deciding to leave her little nest of bedding and her essence due to curiosity, she forced herself onto her hooves and found the package on the floor with the help of the moonlight.

For me?

Indeed, Stella’s name, rank, and unit were written neatly on the wrapped package. Based on the writing, she knew exactly who it was from, and decided to sit on the edge of her bed while unwrapping her little delivery. With the paper wrapping gone, a letter was taped to the top of the unknown package, and Stella began reading immediately.

Stella,

I’ve always looked up to you and your cunt-ass; still do. It’s always nice to see you home when you get time off, but it pains me, as well as mum and dad, to see you so upset. I know you tried to deny it, but you were a wee bit broken inside, especially since you never once tried to tackle me to the floor, nor called me a ‘blue-eyed twat’ as much as usual. You weren’t subtle about it, Stel.

In my opinion, Nebula was a great stallion for you, and it’s a shame that things had to happen this way, but I intend to assume my trademark job right now and tell you that ‘I never liked him and he was a massive dick.’ You come first, always. He had his reasons, and you have yours, and I know that you will get past this stronger than ever.

These are just some of my usual ramblings. If that doesn’t cheer you up somewhat, attached to this note is a large pack of your favorite cookies (You may like to refer to them traditionally as ‘biscuits’ but fuck you; I bought them for you. They’re cookies). Enjoy them with some milk, stick ‘em up your ass, or however you enjoy cookies. I don’t judge.

Keep your head up and your eyes peeled. There will always be somepony else for everyone, even for you. Hell, even if they look a tit, ponies may surprise you. Keep being the best and hottest Lunar Guard in the force, and never taking shite from anypony. You are the Stella for a reason. Show the world what that means!

Hope to see you again soon. Feel better, and I love you, you massive poof!

Your cunt little-sister forever and ever,

-Sveta

Stella was immeasurably touched, and she sighed out contentedly as she detached the letter from the more assuming object: a family-pack of white-chocolate chip cookies. She held her sister’s letter to her bosom for a short while, feeling as if it provided her with an extra warmth she needed. Placing the heartwarming letter aside, she tore off the wrapper of the package and began feasting on the cookies within, smiling blissfully as she chewed and savored the white-chocolate flavor, her absolute favorite type of chocolate.

There Stella sat, nude, and an open family-sized pack of cookies by her side. She devoured her midnight-snack jubilantly as she reflected upon this past day’s and the last two week’s events for the last time. The next time she was allowed to go home on leave, she would definitely be giving Sveta a nice, big hug… and they’d be sure to karaoke it out to both of their hearts’ content.

And at that moment, a bright smile etched itself across Stella’s face, confidently flashing her pearly-whites to the dark room. She suddenly felt that she could take on the world again, and Stella knew for a fact that things could only go up from here.

Yeah… I’ll be a‘right.