His Knight in Shining Armour

by Glacier Wind

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character
Length: 9007

Sterling Spear is the newest recruit in the Crystal Empire regimen of the Royal Guard. He is eager to bring honour to his family, but is finding it a tad bit difficult with such an intimidating officer personally training him.

Sterling Spear, a meek but confident stallion, is the newest recruit in the Crystal Empire regimen of the Royal Guard. He is an eager one, ready to impress his superiors, and being taken under the wing by his Major, Maverick, was only improving his performance tenfold. That is, until he started to feel a little homesick. Good thing Maverick knows just the perfect way to fix a recruit's homesickness.

Cover art is the closest thing I could find that was relevant and safe-ish.
Super Special Warning: M/M sexy things that people like to complain about, and minor degradation at one point. It's incredibly mild, almost nonexistent. In fact, forget I even mentioned it.

Published 2016-09-29 19:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-09-29 19:10:01 UTC

His Knight in Shining Armour

His Knight in Shining Armour
By
Glacier Wind

Life had always been hard for Sterling Spear. Being born a bland-ass equine in a world full of insanely amazing quadrupeds doesn’t help all that much either; nor does being raised in the back alley town of Sunflower Shire out in the middle of Celestia-knows-where. But all that had changed in the most recent years for the lowly earth pony. He had been granted the most prestigious offer a stallion in his position could ever receive: the chance to train and compete in the Crystal Empire to be a Royal Guard, and guard Princess Cadence and Prince Shining Armor himself. But not only would he be protecting the Princess of this glorious nation known as Equestria, but he would be protecting the likeness of his friends and his family.

It took the grey coated stallion some time to come to terms with how hard the training was and how grueling the hours were going to be on his system. I mean, the stallion had to wake up a six O’clock every morning, and work through the entire day, sweating his tail off, until nearly six O’clock in the afternoon. A full twelve hours of work a day and almost no breaks in-between it wore on him for the first few months. However, his body became accustomed to the change in sleep schedule, and he eventually found that he was rather chipper in the subsequent mornings. This helped him immensely in his journey to become a guard, being that Sterling was always on time to training, always on time for dinner in the mess hall, and always on time and ready for lights out before a vast majority of his fellow peers.

In the following months of his service there, Sterling had become rather close with one of his instructors and trainers, Maverick. The old stallion had been with the Guard since he was practically a foal, being taken in and trained himself at the ripe age of six years old. Now, the stallion was a veteran in his own right, being part of the guard even longer than Shining Armor himself. And it’s known to pretty much every denizen of Equestria that Shining Armor has been part of the guard for a pretty long time now.

Maverick took Sterling under his metaphorical wing from that point forward. Being that Maverick was a unicorn in nature, he found it difficult to teach Sterling Spear the ways of wielding and throwing a spear in combat, but all that was changed when the stallion took to teaching him how to wield a sword. Blade-play, or rather swordplay, was something that Sterling turned out to be rather prolific in. The weapon was finely tuned to be gripped and used within the muzzle of a non-magic and non-winged pony. Being that the blade had a curvature in the leather grip that made muzzle-bearing the weapon much more pleasant and bearable to the wielder, Sterling was able to use the weapon with deadly precision. This was showcased even further in the way that the stallion took to cutting down the various straw ponyquins with brute force, showing that he would most definitely be a force to be reckoned with be he chosen to take position in the Royal Guard.

The training with Maverick continued over the course several months. Unable to see any of his family and only communicate with them through the occasion letter, Sterling started to show signs of homesickness. He started to show up late to training, would half-ass his assignments, and was caught sneaking out after hours on two occasions. He was approached by Maverick one night in the large and spacious walls of the Crystal Castle.

“Sterling Spear,” Maverick called out to the other stallion down the long corridor. His voice bounced off of the moonlit walls of the still glistening castle. It was true that the castle looked just as gorgeous in the night as it did during the daytime hours. “Please stop.”

The grey earth pony stopped in his tracks, looking back to his superior officer and personal trainer. “Yes sir, Mister Maverick sir.” He stopped in his tracks and planted all four hooves of his to the ground, his dull and worn, silvery-blue trainee armour clattering as he did so. He then rose a foreleg with a minute sensation of pain and saluted. He remained like this until his superior had made his approach.

“Very good, Soldier. At ease.” Sterling replaced his hoof upon the crystal flooring, and looked to his superior officer with an almost stern look in his eyes. He was genuinely curious as to why his trainer had stopped him. It was still not past curfew, and he was on his way back to the recruits’ quarters to wash up and rest for the night; for tomorrow was another day of hard, arduous training would begin.

“I am guessing that you are wondering why I have stopped you, are you not, recruit?”

Continuing to look his superior dead in the eyes, Sterling tried to give his best mock impression of a classical recruit responding to their Captain. “Sir, yes sir!” he bellowed out, echoing down the crystal halls and most certainly waking either Her Highness or Prince Shining Armor in the process.

“Now, now Recruit. There is no need to be so loud—nopony else is here right now but you and I.” Sterling Spear looked around the halls almost out of disbelief of what his superior was telling him. But sure enough, as the recruit scanned the halls with his wondering green eyes, nopony else was to be seen.

“Sorry, Major Maverick,” Sterling apologised. “Force of habit now, I suppose.” He looked away from the other stallion, whom seemed to be eyeing him down. It certainly felt weird, but it was a weird that Sterling was not unaccustomed to, being that he had seen Maverick do this to others before, mainly the other recruits in passing. And there had even been talk around the barracks lately about Major Maverick. There had been talk about a very specific thing about him. There was talk about the older pony’s sexuality. Ponies were saying that this veteran of Equestrian Defense was bonafide colt-cuddler at heart. Sterling kind of believed it—all the signs being there. The older stallion almost never looked at mares, unless he really had too, and always paid really close attention to the recruits—especially Sterling.

Puzzle pieces were beginning to fall into place as the older stallion walked a little close towards Sterling. He spoke to him again, albeit in a quieter, less gruff tone of voice. “That is quite alright, Recruit.” He smiled to Sterling and trotted around his side for but a moment before continuing. “Everypony makes mistakes… It’s part of growing up, and it’s definitely a part of training to be in the Royal Guard.” He paused for another moment, looking Sterling in his gloriously green eyes. He stared for an almost uncomfortable amount of time.

“Now, I stopped you because I need to talk to you.” Sterling was bracing himself for a very interesting question. He nodded though, all the same. “Has there been something bothering you, Recruit? You had been doing so well up until just a few weeks ago, breaking swordplay and hoof-to-hoof combat records set over ten years ago by Shining Armor himself, and now… Now I am having a hard time convincing Captain Armor that you are worthy of keeping here. Crescent Moon has been passing you in evaluation as of late—Crescent Moon, Sterling.” The stallion then began to walk down the hall and motioned for Sterling to join him. “Walk with me, Sterling.” Sterling followed, much to his superior’s pleasure.

As the stallions walked down the halls, they both remained rather quiet between one another. And as a pregnant silence grew between the two colleagues, Sterling took to diffusing the silence for the betterment of their relation. “Permission to speak freely, sir?”

Maverick looked to the stallion with the quirk of his brow and a glimmer in his eyes, almost as if he was waiting for Sterling to ask that very question. “Permission granted, Recruit.”

Sterling stopped. And then Maverick stopped, confused a little as he did. “Why does all this matter to you?” he asked, a little strain in his voice. Out of all the time Sterling had been here and training to be in the Royal Guard, he was taught to never speak out of line, even if granted permission to speak freely. It was an incredibly one-sided give-and-take scenario, but Sterling did want to be a Guard, didn’t he?

He then followed up with a “Sorry Major”, but this just caused the older stallion to smirk wildly. And although he did try to supress it, it was too hard to hide, even in the dimly-lit halls they stood.

“No problem, Sterling,” the stallion said, walking over to him and placing a sympathetic hoof upon his wither. He held it there, looking to Sterling with a twinkle in his eyes. This was all very confusing for the recruit. On one hoof, his superior and trainer was being soft, a side that he didn’t normally see all too often. And on the other hoof, he was starting to stir up questions as to why the stallion had now started to rub his withers affectionately.

“Sometimes stallions and mares training to be in the Guard get a little…homesick?” He ended the statement with a questioning punctuation. Sterling was still confused as the rubbing on his withers continued, and he was starting to react positively from the stimulation, a stirring in his sheath causing him to blush profusely before his superior. Truth be told, Sterling was purely bisexual in nature, but his presence and training here stopped him from expressing his attracting to his fellow stallion. It wasn’t that he didn’t find many of the recruits very attractive, ruttable flanks and all; however, many of the stallions here didn’t seem to feel the same way about stallions like he did. At least they didn’t really show it and most certainly didn’t talk about it. In fact, he had been teased on many occasions in the past for his rather overly masculine-sounding name.

Shaking his head and trying to remove any dirty and confusing thoughts from his head, Sterling looked to Maverick, whom was pressed firmly up against his barrel now; his foreleg wrapped around his withers, holding him firmly in place. “What a-are you doing?” Sterling questioned, his jet-black stallionhood beginning to unfurl from his thick, meaty sheath, hanging down in-between his hind legs.

“Just letting you know, Major-to-Recruit, that you are not alone here. Many others have felt the same way you do right now…” He leaned in and whispered into Sterling’s ear, before nibbling on it lightly. “I can help…relive some of that stress and sickness. If you want me too?”

Sterling was completely red now, his face burning with the intensity of a thousand suns. He stuttered, trying to find the words to say, and he was definitely having an increasingly difficult finding them as Maverick started to rub the side of his barrel in affectionate little circles. “I… I’m not interested in s-stallions like that, Major.” The words he spoke were more than clearly a falsification.

“That’s not what your little friend down there is saying,” Maverick responded with a smile, nudging his subordinate to look to down to his shame. And Sterling did.

Unbeknownst to him previously, Sterling was now sporting a throbbing erection, his stallionhood standing at and impressive fifteen inches long. The Major smacked the lips of his muzzle together sloppily as saliva fell from his greedy maw. He walked around to look Sterling in the eyes, the recruit stepping back as Maverick eyed him down from the front. He smiled sheepishly, stepping back whilst trying to cover his erection all the while. Though it was proving difficult for the stallion to do, and he eventually stopped trying to hide it all together. Maverick continued his confrontational act until Sterling had walked his juicy flanks right into the wall of the hall, jumping and shrieking like a filly as he did so. This only caused his superior to press further on him, clearly not convinced with Sterling’s reluctance. And once he reached the recruit, now pinned against the cold, blue surface of the wall, he stopped and eyed him up and down again.

“I see the way you look at the other stallions Sterling, and I see how you look at me during our private sessions together.” The Major turned about face of his subordinate and flaunted his gloriously white rump in his face. Igniting his horn in an intense yellow glow, very similar to the golden glow of Celestia herself, he undid his shimmering-blue chest-piece first, dropping it to the floor with an incredible thud. “Don’t get me wrong, I like the attention. It reminds an old stallion like me that I still got what it takes to make the young colts drool.” He finished his lusty statement by removing his back plating and untying the small wrap from the base of his tail, letting it flow freely and unconfined. He then lifted his right hind leg, properly putting on display just what he was packing. And Sterling couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

“O-oh my,” Sterling choked out unable to peel his eyes away from the impressive pink phallus before him. The thing was rather large, just like his. It was probably around fourteen inches long, but at least two inches thicker than Sterling’s. His bountiful sack between his hind-legs wasn’t anything to sneeze at either. And saying that his meaty testicles were small would be an understatement.

Sterling’s cock slapped against the underside of his barrel lewdly, a thick and meaty thwack reaching his Major’s ears. He cocked them back and looked back over his withers with a rather sinister smirk on his muzzle, he cheeks red with the heat of need. “Like what you see, Recruit?” Sterling winced as Maverick spoke to him, his eyes snapping back up to the older stallion’s own. He smiled sheepishly, his face still burning bright in the dim light of the hall.

“Um, Major Maverick –“

“Just call me Maverick,” he said, sashaying his rump back and forth in an almost hypnotic manner. “I know you want—no—need this, Sterling!” He breathed out, backing his rump up against the other stallion, pinning him even further against the wall. He eventually reached such a closeness that Sterling had to sit on his rump, lest he get a tail in the face. However, once he sat on his haunches he was in prime real-estate to see Maverick’s grey, pudgy ponut. He looked so tight, his starfish clenched tightly together as he got closer to the stallion in question.

Unbeknownst to Sterling, he licked his muzzle as the ponut was a foot in front of his face. Maverick seen this, and asked the colt to let go of his inhibitions and embrace his true self. Sterling looked up to the eyes of Maverick, still in disbelief of the scenario unfolding before him. It was incredibly hot and his cock had begun to drip his precum on the floor in a pool of need, want, and heated lust. There was nothing holding back that recruit now. And as he inched forwards just slightly, his muzzle pressed against Maverick’s sacred tailhole.

Sterling inhaled greedily, taking in his superior’s scent. The musk was overpowering, driving the colt mad. He needed to taste, to sample the prime piece of ass in his face; and, with his inhibitions completely thrown to the wind, drove his tongue home. Maverick moaned breathily as Sterling rolled his surprisingly skilled tongue around his taunt anal ring. The taste so divine it brought Sterling to bring his fore-hooves up and place them on Mavericks rear, spreading his cheeks apart, aiding him in digging his muzzle in deeper.

The recruit dug his tongue against Maverick’s ponut, eager for entry, but to no avail. He could not enter that glorious plot without a little more aid. And, with a slight resistance, he brought a hoof over to rub and prod at the ring as he continued to lick there.

Feeling the added prodding at his rear, Maverick gasped in surprise and his legs nearly buckled underneath his form as a new sensation overwhelmed him immensely. He looked to the floor, drooling and panting madly as the stallion behind him licked his hoof and began to press it against his most sacred entrance. It felt heavenly, and the Major was definitely in no position to tell his subordinate to stop, lest he go uncared for.

“Yes! Fuck, Sterling, you’re so good.” He moaned out more words of encouragement as the stallion got close to penetrating his rear-end with his slick hoof. But all that was brought to a screeching halt as the two fraternizing soldiers heard two more voices join their own from the opposite end of the hallway. They both froze, almost stock-still, as they looked to the end of the hall they had emerged from prior. The voices got closer and the two stallions began to panic—more so Sterling.

“Oh Celestia above,” he panted, pushing his Major rear out of his face. “What are we going to do if we get caught?” The Major growled deeply in displeasure as the slippery, sweet sensation was lifted from his tailhole, and turned to face Sterling a smile appearing back on his face.

“I know what to do.” Sterling watched as the Major quickly and quietly replaced his chest piece and back plating in a professional fashion. He straightened his mane back out with a little manipulation of his magic and stood Sterling back up off of the floor. “We walk down the hall together, and just pretend like nothing happened. No pony will know what we did and you will still be known as the “supposedly” straightest colt here.”

The two began to walk down the hallway as the voices soon got into close enough proximity that they were no doubt in the hallway with them. Major Maverick looked back over his withers for just a second to see if his assumptions were true. And, to his displeasure, they were.

The stallions that had now entered the hallway were distinguishable from their both nasally and gruff voices. The nasally voice belong to Crescent Moon, and the gruff voice belonged to Steel Sword. Both recruits were rather close during training and hung out a majority of their downtime together. Some ponies would believe that their relationship was just a little more than casual friendship, but both of them could be found frequently checking out the rears of many a mare of the Crystal Empire, sometimes going out of their ways to hit on them. Considerably. But nothing ever came out of it for either of them. They were probably both virgins for all Sterling cared.

And sooner than not, just as both the red and blue unicorns had entered the hallway together, they exited it down another offshoot, laughing with one another all the while. With both of the stallions now gone, Sterling felt considerably better about the circumstances he found himself in. He was far from admitting that he didn’t find his superior’s posterior rather…intoxicating to look at. And as Sterling slowed down a bit and Maverick walked out in front of him, he couldn’t help but stare at it again, its hypnotic nature seemingly pulling him in to stay. And as his cock began to fall from his sheath once more, Maverick’s tail rose and Sterling was staring at his puckered ponut once more. His mouth watered in delight as he finally gave into all the dirty and naughty thoughts his mind was conjuring up, and he trotted a little faster to catch up to the fine ass walking away from him.

Not noticing it, as Sterling was infatuated with the rear of Maverick thoroughly, the two had finally reach a set of enormous blue and silver cladded doors. They clearly lead to a room that was really important.

Sterling ran into the rear he had been chasing down like a feral stud when it stopped in front of said double doors. He let out a little oof sound and looked up to see where the two had finally stopped. Maverick looked back to the stallion he had been able to bag, and what a stud he was. He was going to make sure he enjoyed this. Thoroughly.

“This is my quarters, Recruit,” Maverick said with a giddy little laugh reminiscent of a mare in heat. “Would you like to…come inside?”

He didn’t have to ask Sterling twice. The horny stud was practically mounting him in the halls as he opened the door with a strenuous creak of the old crystal and wooden frame. And as they both entered the room, Maverick’s armour had found its home on the floor once more, Sterling’s lips locked on his in a passionate and feral kiss. They slapped their lips together sloppily as Sterling then prodded at Mavericks muzzle hopping he would let him in. And when he did, Sterling was in pure bliss, encircling Maverick’s own meaty appendage with his, moaning out into his mouth as he pushed the older stallion over to his rather large and lush bed.

Breaking the kiss with Sterling when his rear hit the edge of his mattress, Maverick groaned a little as Sterling ground his body against his own. Sterling was so strong, so powerful in this moment. And the Major was loving every second of it. Usually he would have to be the one in control, the one with complete power—especially when it came to training the recruit—but he didn’t have to be now. In bed, he was a total submissive, allowing Sterling to throw him around and let him use him any way he seen fit. And that was all the more exemplified when he was tossed on his bed on his back.

Standing proudly in the air and twitching as precum drooled from his flared tip, Maverick's cock begged for attention, but he had other plans in mind. Maverick spread his back legs to allow Sterling to have easy access to him most precious gem: his ponut. Sterling looked the Major over for but a moment before diving in like a hungry jungle cat, his tongue delving into his slightly loosened doughnut hole as much as he could make it. Maverick moaned out, placing his hooves on the back of Sterling’s head stroking his mane and coincidentally stoking the fire within him as well.

Digging his muzzle in as far as it could go, Sterling began to muzzle fuck the poor older stallion, causing him to gasp as Sterling was able to reach his tongue all the way to his glorious p-spot. The stallion was on cloud nine now, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle as Sterling assaulted his prostate without mercy. Pre leaked heavily from the stallion's hard as diamonds shaft and it twitched with the release that was soon to transpire.

This all didn’t stop Sterling however, it only egged him on. He wanted to hear the groans of the stallion above him. He wanted to hear this gay as fuck stallion beg for him to muzzle-fuck him deeper and make him cum. So, he redoubled his efforts, forcing more of his muzzle into the loosening rear of Maverick, the stallion writhing in ecstasy the entire time.

“Fuck yes!” he howled as Sterling continued to assault his precious prostate with the determination of the Celestial Army. “Eat my ass, yes. More!” The stallion began to rock his rear back against Sterling’s face, subsequently forcing more of the stallion’s muzzle into his rear. But Sterling didn’t mind. He wanted to hear the stallion ask for him—beg for him.

He pulled out of his ass for just a moment, to ask Maverick what he really wanted. “You want me to muzzle-fuck you till you cum all over yourself, don’t you, you slutty fucking bitch?!” The question was far from hard for the Major to answer and in a bellow of heat, he seemingly announced it to all of the Crystal Empire, and maybe most of Equestria.

In-between pants and ragged moans and groans for more of that sweet, succulent pleasure that was coming from Sterling’s muzzle, Maverick was able to beg like the bitch in heat he was. “Fuck, yes. Eat my slutty ass ‘till I cum rivers for you. I want to cum for you, baby. Make me cum!”

That was all Sterling needed. Without another moments delay, he forced his muzzle back into Maverick’s depths, prompting a gasp from his slutty superior and most receptive play thing. He dug deep, angling his muzzle so that he could assault the stallion’s inner button with the most precision yet. He lapped at it with the same attention to detail he gave his training: using his tongue to outline the bulge playfully, but making sure to press and rub against it aggressively to get all the moans and panting he loved to hear so much from his slutty Major. And just as Sterling encircled his Major’s engorged prostate for the tenth time, he pressed down on it hard with one final lick that sent him over the edge.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, yes!” Maverick screamed as he shot rapid-fire volleys of cum from his ever twitching cock-meat. The first volley covered his stomach in its sticky, white essence, though it blended in well with the natural colour of his fur. The second volley came a little harder, smacking the stallion in the chin and dripping down onto his chest and barrel to join the first. The third spurt came out and smacked the stallion in his closed eyes, painting his black mane with the backsplash as it struck him. The fourth spurt was incredible as it landed straight into the slutty stallion’s open maw. He swallowed it greedily like the horny slut he is. The few spurts that followed after were lighter and weaker, as they just barely left the Major’s cock. Instead, they just dripped down and over his spent cock, covering it in the thick, creamy, white seed of his orgasm.

He moaned once more as he felt another pressure in this loins. This time it was Sterling, who had removed his saliva covered muzzle from the depths of his ass, and had instead put it to work on cleaning up the mess the Major had made of himself. And it was a very tasty mess indeed.

“Looks like you enjoyed yourself,” Sterling chuckled in-between long, exaggerated licks. He stroked Maverick’s still sensitive and deflating cock, inching it back to its full length. The Major moaned and groaned, grinding and shifting his body against the bed underneath him. He had ruffled and wrinkled the sheets so much now, that it was pretty much pointless to have them on there any longer. But something about the look in Sterling’s lust hungry eyes said they might be needed after all.

He rose from his positioning on the ground before his superior and trailed his tongue along his friend’s impressive length as he did so. He eyed Maverick down the whole time, gauging the stallion’s reactions as he brought his tongue to the tip next, circling it around the shrunken head as he did so. His trainer grunted, moaned and stifled a gasp as his hips began to gyrate and buck on their own accord from the immense pleasure. And once Sterling took Maverick into his mouth, all had been throw to the wind, hooves finding their way onto the back of his head and a cock being shoved violently down his throat. He choked, sure enough, but he didn’t mind it all that much. He expected that much. When you dominate a stallion that is usually quite a dominant male by nature, they may want to take some of their dominance back. And that may just so happen to be by bucking their cock down your silken throat.

The stallion continued to buck his subordinate’s throat for all it was worth, curses and lewd words being thrown around the room like hot wax. It stung every once and a while as Maverick pushed past the back of Sterling’s throat and into his esophagus, using it the same way he used the rest of his mouth. He rocked his hips back and forth as he bobbed Sterling’s head along his length greedily. It was almost as if he were stuck in a trance. A trance of lust, passion and fervor.

But he was brought back down with a reverie as Sterling pawed his hooves lightly, and almost lifelessly at his thighs. Maverick peeled his eyes open in anguish as he was nearing his second climax of the night, only to his dear Sterling was turning an almost sickly shade of blue. He let up, allowing the other stallion to come up for air.

Sterling gasped as the cock in his throat had finally been removed. He coughed and sputtered in little fits as he laid his head down on his Major’s lap, looking up past his throbbing erection and into his big, beautiful blue eyes with a submissive air. “Sorry…I…got carried…away,” Maverick gasped in-between pants as he eyed the half-crying stallion before him.

However, Sterling cocked a grin, his lips quivering as he did so. He was surely in for some more fun with the Major. But the question that had been on his mind was: what kind?
Almost as if reading his mind, Maverick pulled Sterling’s head from his lap, past his pillar of stallion-meat, and over to an empty space on the rather large bed. He patted the spot with a free hoof next, inviting his sexy stud to join him on the comfort of the mattress. “Come,” he cooed.

“Don’t need to ask me twice,” Sterling said, beginning his quick ascent of the bed. He flashed the Major a cocky, lopsided grin, hoping to show off his confidence in copious amounts. Instead, he just looked like he was trying too hard, and the Major could tell. Perhaps he would have to punish the stallion for that?

“No need to try so hard, Sterling,” Maverick mused mainly himself as Sterling and his bobbing erection joined him upon the bed’s strewn silken sheets. Sterling was about to ask the older stallion just what he meant when he was struck on the lips by that of his superior’s own, the two embracing in a deep kiss once more.

Sterling hummed into Maverick’s mouth as the older stallion took control once more, pulling Sterling into him tightly as he ran his tongue skillfully over his teeth, tongue and anything else he could warp his appendage around. He wanted to make sure that he tasted all of Sterling, and Sterling had no problem with that at all, allowing his experienced partner to take the reins. Maverick pinned the younger, more lithe stallion to the mattress as he positioned his body overtop his lover’s own, grinding his stiffing member against Sterling’s own.

The two huffed out in batted breath as Maverick increased his pace, grinding his saliva and cum-coated cock against Sterling’s in earnest, making the stallion beneath him writhe in pleasure as he did so. He reveled in the sounds that Sterling had begun to make now. His moans were attuned to that of the Element of Kindness, high-pitched and ragged. He was clearly liking the stimulation so much that he didn’t want it to stop; he wanted and could cum right then and there. But, like all good things, the stimulation too came to an end, and what was replaced with it was two lengthy, stationary, pre-covered cocks twitching for just a little bit of release.

Sterling looked Maverick in the eyes and nodded his head, the stallion on top of him taking that as a queue to make the next moves. He trailed his way down the younger stallion’s body, peppering kisses and rogue licks along the way; Sterling’s fur was becoming a wet, sticky mess now. And once Maverick had finally reached the long, shining jewel he was looking for, he kissed the crown, watching Sterling squirm much to his delight.

“Like that, don’t you, pretty boy?” the Major asked, teasing his young fuck toy before him. He trailed another long lick along the underside of his crown, causing the tip of his cock to flare out as a warning that he was nearing the edge. Maverick backed off, if just for a moment, before moving his way down to his subordinate’s rather delicious looking testicles. He licked his lips like a jungle cat on the prowl and then pounced. He dug his muzzle into the younger stallion’s large, meaty orbs with a determination that could only be called animal. He needed these balls, wanted these balls. There was a part of him that wished he could worship these balls for the rest of his life, but knew he couldn’t. It would never work out in the end. Sterling was too young and Maverick was just too old to make it work. A younger stallion would always hold more merit in the quivering stallion’s heart and Maverick knew this, much to his dismay.

Still, he brought his mouth from concealing two of Sterling’s perfect, black orbs, and moved it to his puckered starfish next.

Maverick would be lying to himself if he didn’t think that Sterling had the hottest looking tailhole in all of Equestria. In fact it would be wrong on so many levels. The older stallion loved Sterling’s rear, especially the tightly puckered ring of pudgy anal flesh that was his ponut. He licked his lips as he imagined how he would taste, how he could make him feel from just one lick. And, without putting much thought into it again, he extended his tongue and ran it across his behind, from dock to taint.

Sterling gasped as his rear was embraced by Mavericks wide tongue. The warmth he found there was delightful, and the wetness was divine on its own. So much so, that the younger stallion found it rather difficult to keep his tongue held captive within the confines of his now agape maw. It lolled out like a little pink snake, drool beginning to drip from it as Maverick continued on. He tried to pull the stallion above him close to him, and dug his tongue at Sterling’s entrance with a reckless abandon best described with being a little too impatient.

But Maverick just wanted inside so badly. He wanted to tease and taste his stud all at the same time. But, most of all, he wanted to pleasure his stud thoroughly. So, taking both of Sterling’s hind-legs and hiking them up in the air, Maverick pulled the stallion even closer to him, his tongue finally gaining entrance into his sacred tunnel with a slight pop.

“Ah! Fuuuuuck!” Sterling groaned as the sensations in his rear overtook his mind, causing him to become nothing more than an incoherent mess of a stallion. He moaned, grunted and groaned as he felt Maverick eat his booty like he meant it. There were even the occasional nibbles on his pudgy ponut as Maverick slipped his lips from his rear to tease him in agony.

“D-don’t… Tease me,” Sterling begged. But that didn’t stop his superior from doing just what he liked and just what he wanted to the poor colt. And as this went on for nearly ten minutes, Sterling continued to gasp out obscenities. He remarked the older stallion in ways he had only ever dreamed of before, making sure that Maverick would continue to please him with all the encouragement he was supplying.

And it most certainly was working wonders.

Until Maverick pulled his tongue back out of his rear, that is.

“Why… Why did…you stop?” Sterling asked, looking to the sinister face behind his twitching tower of flesh and raised hind-legs. There was a fiery passion behind that stallions eyes. The passion of a lover. The passion of the most intimate, sinister lover Sterling had ever had the pleasure of having his ass eaten from in his entire life. And he smiled weakly to that sinister stallion, a knowing in the way he threw it at him. He knew what was to come of this.

In a flash Maverick had his hooves wrapped around Sterling’s midsection, pulling him over so that a small portion of his rear hung over the edge of the bedding. His twitching, throbbing meat pillar was then aimed at Sterling’s backdoor entrance. He prodded the other stallion’s rear, listening to him moan and groan for more, and with just how slick his ponut was, it was rather hard to keep himself from just slipping right inside.

Continuing to grind his cock against his slippery anal ring, Maverick pushed Sterling’s chubby butt cheeks together, sandwiching his cock in-between them. He groaned as felt the closeness and warmth of the other stallion’s flesh pressed firmly against his throbbing cock-meat, he reveled in it. He lusted after it and he needed it. So much so that he began to thrust his hips, jerking himself off with Sterling’s behind, hotdogging the stallion he wished to please so much.

They both moaned together, the stench of sex finally starting to reach them. Their cum-stained fur, the sweat dripping off their bodies, it was starting to drive them both rabid, almost feral now. Maverick redoubled his effort, not only humping a sweet piece of stallion ass, but massaging it and caressing it as he did so. He rubbed Sterling’s rear in small circles, similar to the way he had rubbed his barrel out in the crystal hallway. And he was loving it. Sterling’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as he let out a long, exaggerated groan, shuttering from the mere sensations alone.

Maverick reared back then and prodded Sterling’s ass again, parting his anal ring slightly as he attempted to gain entrance to his sacred jewel beneath his tail. There was a tightness there, but with a little more persuasion, Maverick was able to finally get access to such a place, delving deep inside with one thrust.

Sterling groaned and rocked his hips back against his superior’s ministrations with a heated passion, comparable to a slutty mare in heat. He wanted his cock, needed his cock. And he was going to get all of it. So, with that in mind, Sterling arched his back, the covers beneath him coiling around his figure as he did so. He huffed and puffed as not only the sheets enveloped him, but Maverick’s medial ring brushed against his ass next.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Sterling groaned, writhing under the imminent feeling of being stretched just that much wider. He curled his hooves inwards as a dopey grin graced his muzzle. He was going to like this—a lot.

He was going to beg Maverick, but that wouldn’t look good on him—not on no recruit of the Royal Guard. Sterling was going to have to make his wants more subtle. But that was going to be easier said than done, as Sterling was a total mess by now, his tongue lolled out of his muzzle, drool caking his fur, staining it so.

However, no matter how much he tried, Sterling arched his head up, looked Maverick in his deep eyes, and begged to be fucked. He wailed it out like a banshee, stuttering as he tried to bring himself to finally voice just what he wanted from his Major. He wanted to be fucked—roughly. He wanted to be dominated.

“Pl-please,” Sterling, groaned, grabbing onto his flanks, spreading them further apart to give Maverick better access to rut him proper. “I-I need… I need it Maverick!” And Maverick was more than pleased to oblige the stallion below him.

Rearing back until the just the head was all that was left in his tight ass, Maverick laughed quietly to himself. He then took the plunge, spearing Sterling on his massive rod. Hard. The stallion beneath him whinnied out in a batted breath best described as needy as he took Maverick to the absolute limit.

The stallion, now hilted within the confines of his lover’s warm, wet insides, looked down to the stallion he was going to give the rutting of his life to. He smiled a crooked, toothy grin that looked almost mischievous, and then thrust back inside again. This caused Sterling to slide up the mattress of the bed before Maverick grabbed him by the flanks and repositioned him so that he may pound him ruthlessly. The slopping, wet squelching sounds of Maverick’s balls hitting Sterling’s dock followed. And what followed after that was the intense sounds of Sterling’s pants, curses, and moaning as he was used like the little colt he was.

“Fuck, boy!” Maverick hissed as he slid in and out of Sterling’s thoroughly stretched plothole. “Such a nasty, naughty mare of a stallion you are. And I thought I was a little slut for taking cock.” He leaned into Sterling further now, deepening his influence on the stallion’s vocal ranges. If he didn’t sound enough like a mare in heat before, he most certainly would now. Maverick was pleased with this.

“Yeeees!” Sterling threw his head back against the sheets beneath him with a powerful thud. “Ooh fuck me!” He drew a whistle of breath through his clenched teeth as he buckled under the pleasure his superior was supplying him with. It was almost too much—too sweet for him to even think clearly at this point. He was like a husk, meant for as nothing else but moaning and getting fucked deeply by one of his closest friends.

“You fucking like that, don’t you, slut?!” Maverick deepened his thrusts, pinning the stallion tighter against the mattress beneath him. He bucked into him at a wickedly fast pace, tossing more degrading slurs and remarks at Sterling, subsequently bringing him closer to his own inevitable end.

He brought his face down to the recruit underneath his raw power and kissed him deeply. Despite all the things he had said to him, and all the things they had done tonight, this, by far, had been the most intimate—hooves down.

Sterling’s eyes fluttered open as he was taken into the rather passionate kiss of his superior. He enjoyed the feeling of the older stallion’s lips on his; they felt light yet rough. It was the perfect give-and-take that drove Sterling wild as he moaned into the older stallion’s mouth.

They finally broke the kiss after what felt like an eternity, a thin saliva trail connecting their agape maws. Maverick continued to rut Sterling roughly, both of them now groaning and moaning in unison. The sounds of their conjoining hips filled the air as Maverick thrust into Sterling’s silken tunnel with a reckless abandon best described as animalistic. And animalistic it was, the thrusts of the older stallion reaching a speed Sterling only thought to be completely and utterly impossible. But he was enjoying it nonetheless, his eyes rolling back in his head as his prostate was ruthlessly assaulted by Maverick’s perfectly angled member.

Pre-cum practically drooled from the tip of Sterling’s stallionhood as Maverick continued to use him as a literal cock sock. Sterling shook as Maverick’s cockhead flared, further intensifying the pressure on his inner love button; as he himself flared out, more pre flowed from the tap, he tried to find his voice once again.

“I… H-I’m—“Sterling groaned out, the attempt to find his voice proving to be quite the challenge. But he continued to try regardless. “I’m going…to c-cum!”

This only encouraged Maverick, causing him to throw his weight into his efforts even further, and give all of what he could to Sterling. He wanted to make sure this was a fuck that the stallion would remember for a very long time to come.

He took to placing his forehooves on Sterling’s chest, holding the stallion in place roughly as he plowed his back entrance with everything he had left in him. The sweat trailed down his sides and dripped off of his body as he exerted himself to the point of nearly passing out. He huffed puffs of heated breath in the stallion’s face beneath him as he went completely wild and feral with a pure lust.

“Sweet Celestia, boy,” Maverick nickered. “Your ass feels so fucking good. Can’t believe none of the other recruits haven’t even thought of bending you over a table in the mess hall, and just giving it to you.” He chuckled again, however it came across as just a deep growl. “You love to take cock, don’t you, Sterling?” He watched Sterling’s face intently as he waited for a response of some sort. Whether it be a squeak of content as he took the cock in his ass like a champion, or it be a ragged groan of satisfaction, Maverick didn’t care. All he cared was that the sound would be coming from the stallion he was giving the best time of his life to.

“Y-yeah…Ah… I-I love cock!” His panting was out of control now as he rolled his head around the surface of the bed, his eyes stuck firmly at the top of his eyelids. He was in a state of bliss.

“You love cock, who?” Maverick said in a near demanding tone of voice. But Sterling didn’t respond. And that only caused the Major to ask his subordinate again. “You love cock, who…?” The question was drawn out this time, a thick layer of aggression behind it.

“I love…your cock, Maverick…” Sterling panted out in-between ragged gasps for air.

“No Recruit,” Maverick scolded. He thrust exceptionally hard this time, the younger stallion squeaking lewdly beneath his ministrations. “Who am I, Recruit?”

“Maverick…ah!”

“No…silly, little colt,” Maverick said with an almost snide presence in his voice now. “Who am I to you…?” He thrust once more rather roughly into his ponut, which caused Sterling to moan loudly again.

“You said to not—ah, fuck!” Sterling hissed as his words were cut off by yet another gruff thrust from the older stallion. “You said—ooh Celestia above, yes!” Sterling jittered around under the treatment of his superior. He was nearing his climax and yearned for it. He was going to beg for it, even if it meant looking like a needy slut in the eyes of his close friend and superior.

“You’re close now, I can feel it,” Maverick mused to himself as he felt Sterling clench his anal muscles tightly around his quivering shaft. It was a vice-like grip that hugged him with a warmth that threatened to push him over the edge. But Maverick was going to get Sterling to say just what he wanted him to, even if he was going to have to force the stallion to say it. “Say it, Recruit!” Maverick hissed through gritted teeth.

“Ah—ooh, fuck me!” Sterling dug his forehooves at the sheets beneath him recklessly, pawing in hopes that his release would soon come. He just needed to grant the Major his one wish, and he would be granted with the sweet feeling of release, the contents of his churning, black orbs leaking all over his chest as he melted into the bliss of Maverick’s rough and relentless poundings.

“I l-love your…” The stallion trailed off, his tongue flopping every which way as his rear was continuously assaulted by the strong, masculine stallion above him. It was becoming rather hard for him to form words as the apex of their lovemaking was coming to a head, but he tried regardless of the practical nonsense he was going to end up spewing out. “I l-love your fucking cock so…so much.” He continued to struggle, but was still attempting to get it all out. “Your cock, I fucking need it so much. Give it to me.”

“Give it to me…who?” Maverick questioned again, sounding like he was getting a tad bit annoyed with his subordinate’s insubordination.

There was a silence that fell over the two, the only sounds in the room being the lewd thwacks and smacks of Mavericks hefty orbs on Sterling’s rear end. He was waiting for his answer. And it wasn’t until the stallion beneath his ministrations broke that he had finally gotten it.

It came out as a cry at first, Sterling’s voice breaking down into nothing more than mare-ish squeals as he took Maverick’s meat like the slutty, little colt he was. His voice rose in pitch, giving the stallion above him the key phrase that he was looking for.

“I-I…l-love…your… Your cock so much, Major.” He bit his lip as he stifled another series of mare-ish moans. “Fucking give it to me! I’m cumming!”

That was all Maverick needed and wanted to hear. With the words finally uttered, the dominate stallion knew he could finally end what he had so devilishly started with the recruit back out in the hallway. And with two final thrusts into Sterling’s velvety depths, Maverick’s cockhead flared completely, brushing the submissive stallion’s prostate in just the right way to finally send him over the edge he so desperately needed to cross.

They both howled together as they came in unison, both of them shooting their sticky-sweet loads. Maverick shot his load deep within the depths of Sterling’s ass, painting his insides in a thick layer of creamy-white. He continued to pump the stallion so full with his cum that it looked as though Sterling’s stomach appeared to be bulging from the sheer volume alone.

Sterling, cumming at the same time Maverick had, shot his virile load all over his own chest, painting himself in the essence of his own baby batter. He shuddered as he came, his cock twitching violently as he continued to cover himself in his sticky-sweet stallion cream. It went on to cover the stallion’s entire chest, some of it pooling off onto the bed under him. Some of it even trailed down to his balls, dripping off onto the floor. It was there that it met with the remnants of Maverick’s own seed, which had filled Sterling thoroughly and had now begun to leak out of his used plothole.

Coming down from their extreme high, both the stallions panted heavily, looking into each other’s eyes as they did so. There was a glimmer in the back of their conjoined gazes; one of passion, warmth and being spent.

“That…was something,” Sterling huffed out in a batted breath.

“It certainly was,” Maverick said, smirking to the exhausted stallion below him. His cock had finally softened enough to slip from Sterling’s used rear with a slight schlorp, additional seed pooling beneath the couple.

Sterling looked down to his limp cock, messy rear, before throwing his head back into the softness of the Major’s bedsheets. He exhaled sharply, but contently as he let himself sink slightly in the grasp of sleepiness. But he still worked up enough strength to speak to his partner before he passed out. He mumbled something along the line of, “Pretty good for an old guy.”

Maverick’s smirk only grew. It stretched ear-to-ear, his muzzle scrunching up slightly as he eyed the passed out body of Sterling. The stallion’s toned body still looked stunning, regardless of being coated in not only his own, but some of Maverick’s very own cum. The older stallion looked the recruit over a little longer before deciding that he had been staring for far too long, and then took to moving his slumbering lover instead. He ignited his horn in his soft yellow hue of magic and enveloped the stallion before him in his magical essence. He lifted the stallion with care and moved him further up the bed, closer to the pillows near the top. He folded down the silken sheets, laid Sterling in the uncovered space and cleaned him off in a flash of his magic.

The older stallion looked to himself and took to cleaning himself off as well, flashing the stickiness and wetness of Sterling’s and his own passion away with one swift motion of his horn. Clean and satisfied, Maverick cleaned the bottom of the bedsheets, and the floor at the edge of the bed with the same care he had both Sterling and himself. Content with his cleaning job, Maverick walked around the opposite side of the bed that Sterling lay, and laid himself down next to the stallion. Sterling stirred slightly and rolled over, groggily looking to the older stallion with a smile on his muzzle. He fluttered his eyes a couple of times, his smile only growing that much bigger. Maverick bore a smile that very much reflected that of Sterling’s own.

Sliding over towards the older stallion, Sterling nestled himself up against Maverick’s breast. He hummed a low-tone as he nuzzled his muzzle affectionately into his superior’s chest fur. Looking down to him, Maverick nuzzled the smaller stallion back, ruffling his mane as he did so. He could smell the sex and sweat in Sterling’s mane, and he was happy. He was content. There was something about pleasing a recruit that Maverick loved oh so much. Sure, he could lose his job if he were ever caught, and Sterling could be discharged as well, but that only added to the excitement and passion of their lovemaking. There was a danger there, just enough to drive the pleasure that much further.

Holding each other, both Sterling and Maverick found that the grasp of sleep was pulling them towards its sweet embrace mercilessly. And soon than later, they both found one another asleep in each other’s hooves, snuggling away as they rode out the satisfaction they had both been able to give each other.