A glorified shack in the woods
Being stationed at observation post five was an absolute shitshow of a job. The station was east of the guard compound, situated alongside a trail that ponies hand long since stopped using around the same time that the guard had built an eight foot fence across it in order to seal it off. Two coils of overhanging razorwire was the icing on the cake, and it just so happened that observation post five was the musty, stale sprinkles added at the last minute to make the whole thing look a little bit more impressive. Observation post five was a superfluous waste of government money. The last report in the log book happened to be about a beaver that had gone rabid and hissed at the stallion on duty, and it had been written in four months ago, followed up by the footnote, 'Yes, Beavers DO hiss.’
Silver breathed a long, casual sigh that nopony else could hear but her, then kicked back in the swivel chair before the desk and spun in a slow circle. “This place needs a couch.” The observation post was a glorified shack in the middle of the woods, about eight feet by eight feet in size. On the first floor there was a desk, a chair, a large window that took up most of the wall in front of the desk, and a single spring mattress that had been shoved into the back corner and long since worn out. A steep staircase that a pony of any decent size would have difficulty fitting their shoulders through led up to the second story, which was just a flat roof with an awning over it so that a pony could sit up top and stare out into the forest. In the case of an emergency, there was a large switch on the wall by the door; when pulled, it activated the siren on top of the structure. Classy.
The guard stationed ponies at observation post five as discipline. It was an unofficial time-out that ponies got to experience in month-long stations. Silver had been at it for a little over five days, and it was fucking miserable. Her shift consisted of her sitting in a box from five PM to five AM, with weekends off, of course. Nonetheless, it seemed ironic that punishment she was receiving for slacking off on the job happened to be a job that was nothing but slacking off.
The batmare sighed as she stared through the window and out into the dark trees. Her shift replacement would be here soon. Silver Shield had been keeping her eyes on the stallion ever since she’d spotted him on the first day. Of course, she only got to see the large stallion from the solar guard for about a minute every morning, when her shift ended and his began; the lucky shit had the day shift, which only ran him eight hours before a relief took over to handle the additional four. He would make eye contact, shoot her a grin that was very obviously fake, then take her place and she would head off for the compound. She’d tried to strike up conversation once, and he’d looked at her kinda funny, then shrugged his shoulders and said nothing.
Silver bit her lip, a compact fang poking irritably at her flesh. The little batmare glanced towards the clock, then huffed and leaned over to the switch to flip on the light. Immediately, her own reflection appeared in the glass, overlain with the ghost image of the forest behind it. As if surprised by her own reflection, Silver leaned back a little bit, then took a good look at herself. The batpony reflected back at her was small-bodied and sleek, her light, purple-grey coat brushed smooth and clean. Her perpetually bedraggled mane was a mix between cherry-red and purple, the messy strands varying in color by strand or clump—Silver had told the guard it was her natural mane color; it wasn’t, but it fit—the only problem with that happened to be that she had to keep it dyed that way for the remainder of her time in service. Frowning at her own reflection, she leaned in a little and brushed her mane out of her eyes, then flashed a grin and ran her tongue over the front of her teeth. “Man, you sure do clean up nice,” she mused under her breath. “Even after twelve hours on duty in a stupid shack.”
A flash of dull white out in the trees caught her attention, and Silver recoiled backwards and swung for the light switch. The room plunged back into darkness, and she immediately sat up a little straighter in her chair and glanced back towards the worn bed, where her lunar armor had been casually discarded. Technically, she was supposed to be in armor, and technically, she was also supposed to be up top watching, but winter was on its way, and on top of being miserable, Silver really didn’t feel like being miserable and cold.”
She looked at the clock on the wall—five AM—then looked back out the window. She could see him now, approaching from the trail, his dirty-white coat shining dully in the forest-filtered moonlight. The solar armor he wore in the name of Princess Sunbutt stood out gaudily against the forest backdrop. Honestly, she couldn't think of anything more impractical to make a pony wear, especially out in the woods. It was hard to take a soldier seriously when they were wrapped up in golden tinfoil.
Silver felt a giddy anticipation rising in her gut that wasn’t brought on by the end of her shift, but rather his arrival. She, a small-bodied batpony, was crushing over him, a large-bodied earth pony with the solar guard. Just the thought of it was embarrassing. “Seriously,” Silver hissed to herself in a low voice. “He’s with the solar guard, and you’re an idiot for even thinking about it...” Her eyes tracked him through the trees, taking note of his firm, deliberate strides and casual stance. He had a look about him that seemed to say ‘I’m only here because I have to be.’ Granted, he was stationed at post five, so he had probably done something to piss off a superior, but that only added to the perceived appeal.
It was illogical.
She went back to biting her lip, then crossed her hind legs in her seat and inhaled a slow, deliberate breath. Twelve hour shifts left a lot of time for the imagination to wonder, and she would have been lying if she were to tell anypony that he hadn’t crossed her mind a least a half dozen times so far. But the thought of him... with her in a little room in the woods...
It was completely illogical—a farcical escapade into sexual fantasy brought on by a combination of cabin fever and heterosexual instincts.
The latch to the door clicked, and it swung open quickly as the stallion pulled it open and flicked on the light. Silver jerked in her chair in front of the desk, then slammed her knee on the bottom of it and doubled over, holding it as she hissed through her teeth. “Fuck.”
The stallion narrowed his brows at her, then made his way through the doorway and closed the door behind him. “I thought you saw me coming,” he said in a somewhat accusatory tone, his voice something of a casual middle range and vocal fry.
“Me too,” Silver said with a little wince, rubbing her sore knee before sliding back from the desk and dropping down to all fours. Now, standing in front of him, she was reminded oh so tantalizingly about the size difference between them. Silver had barely even made the height roster to get into the guard, and he was big. Standing and facing him, her eyes were at perfect level with his shoulders. If she were to duck her head just a little, she’d be able to see under his belly, maybe between his legs.
She felt a blush rising and quickly slapped the thought out of her mind. Clearing her throat, Silver stepped away from the desk then glanced past him towards the door. “Is it... i-is it cold out there?”
He gave her a look, raising one eyebrow a little bit, as if he knew something was up, then slowly shrugged his large shoulders. “It’s nippy.” His eyes flicked towards the armor she’d discarded on the bed. “That’s insulated, you know.”
Silver tensed, and felt the air trying to leave her lungs. He was calling her out! “Yeah,” she said tensely, a short, nervous chuckle escaping her mouth. “I know. Just... kinda uncomfortable, wanted to slip out of it for a little while.”
The large stallion in front of her nodded slowly, then glanced out the window. “Well, your shift’s up. You can head off.”
“Okay.” Even as the words were leaving her mouth, Silver regretted saying them. She remained rooted to the spot for a moment or two, then moved to the bed to retrieve her armor. She was here, right now, in a room with him! Another twelve hour shift with her stupid... confusing obsession was going to kill her.
“Any reports?” he asked, looking down to the dusty logbook on the desk. “Actually... nevermind.” He snorted under his breath. “There’s still dust on the cover.”
Silver, who had picked up her chestplate, let it drop to the floor with a clank, then turned her head to look at him with a nervous chuckle. “You know what, on second thought, it’s still pretty cold out there. Think you’d mind if I... hung around until the sun comes up? Let it... get a little warmer maybe?”
He turned to look at her, then raised both eyebrows. His blue eyes flicked briefly up and down her form, and he reached up to pull the golden helmet from his head, causing the grey-blue strands of his mane to fall around his eyes. “Sure?” He set his helmet down on the corner of the desk, then lazily stretched his forehooves and arched his back.
Silver felt her heart give an extra hard beat, and a slight shiver ran its way through her body. “Heh, great, cool. Name’s Silver!” If she hadn’t of known better, she would have guessed that he was showing off. Maybe he was.
“Lance,” he responded. The stallion spent another moment staring at her, then turned away and glanced back out into the trees.
“Heh, great!” Silver bit her lip, looked at the back of his head for a second, then sat back on her rump and shoved her hoof against her face, slowly dragging it down her muzzle to stretch and distort her features. She was ruining it. She was making an absolute fool of herself! With a sigh, she turned around, then brushed the rest of her armor off the bed and flopped down on the ruined surface. The springs creaked and groaned unhappily, and she sank right into the middle of it. And there she laid, staring up at ceiling, listening to herself breathe, ears perked for the occasional ruffle or clank from Lance’s armor as he shifted his weight.
She started counting the minutes she lay there in silence. Lance didn’t speak, or move... or do much of anything. The more she waited, the more she realized that she was going to have to be the one to initiate conversation.
Once she hit the ten minute mark, Silver couldn’t take it any longer. “So!” she piped up suddenly, lifting her head up from the bed. “What do you think about the lunar guard?” Lance didn’t move, however, his ears did perk. After a moment, he spoke.
“Bunch of creepy nightstalkers.”
“Oh...” Silver coughed lightly, then flexed her leathery wings. “How about... batponies?”
“Your wings are weird.”
“...Oh.” She cleared her throat, then sat up on the bed. “Well what did you do to get put on this shitty job.”
Lance turned back to look at her, made eye contact, then hesitated a few moments before speaking. “Sexual harassment.”
She blinked, then it was her turn to raise an eyebrow at him. “I... I mean really? You don’t seem like outspoken type. I mean, I can hardly get you to talk to me.”
“I didn’t use words.” The right corner of his mouth pulled up a mere fraction of an inch, the motion so small that Silver wasn’t sure if she’d just imagined it.
Silver was quiet for a second as she wondered to herself whether or not she should proceed, and how to proceed if she did want to go on. “How’d you manage that?” she eventually asked.
He gave his shoulders a slow shrug. “She was a sergeant, and she was hot. I wanted to fuck her.” He snorted, then spun around casually in the chair to face her. “Body language was a bit too strong.”
Feeling a guilty smirk rising on her lips, and a bit of heat rising in her cheeks, Silver forced herself to momentarily glance away from him. “How’d that turn out for you?”
Lance snorted, rolled his eyes, then leaned in a little bit and fixed her with a look that was two parts smug and one part confrontational. “Look, are you gonna keep beating around the bush? Last thing I expected tonight was to be interviewed by some antsy batmare.”
“I’m not antsy!” she said with a glare, sliding to the edge of the bed and letting her hind legs drop to the floor.
“Then what are you?” Lance reclined back and crossed his forehooves over his chest.
Silver bit her lip, then felt a blush rise to her face. She shut her eyes, groaned, then sighed and threw her cards on the table. “Frisky! Okay. I was thinking maybe we could go to dinner... or figure something out, or just talk—”
“Same thing.” Lance cut her off with a wave of his hoof, the leaned back a little more in the chair and spread his hind legs a bit. “Suck my dick.”
She spluttered. “What!?” She had been expecting some sort of escalation from the comment, but not... that! For a good two seconds, she sat there, dumbfounded, blood pressure rising as a little bit of excitement adrenaline found its way into her bloodstream. “Well that went from zero to sixty really fucking fast!” she finally managed to choke out.
Chuckling, the stallion fired a shameless smirk at her, then shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve been horny since I rolled out of bed this morning. I was gonna rub one off when I got here, but you wouldn’t get the hell outta’ here. You know you are really bad at being subtle.” He moved his right forehoof down and pressed it against his groin, dragging the tip through his soft, dirty-white fur. “If you wanna do something with me, you can start by sucking my dick. It’s not an order—just... the terms and conditions.”
Silver’s eyes followed his hoof, and for a moment all she could do was ogle what he was shamelessly showing off to her. A massive pair of fuzzy, white balls hung against his taint, each one of them easily the size of a grapefruit, and above that, a thick white sheathe, already swollen and with about an inch and a half of thick, black cock showing from the tip. Silver felt her mouth hang open, and she tried to speak, but nothing came out except for a slow breath of air. Eventually, she got her senses back enough to actually spit some words out. “What... you think I’m that easy, like I’m just gonna...”
He shrugged again, continuing to massage his groin with the tip of his hoof, his thick shaft spilling from the sheathe and onto his thigh. “I have no idea. But having you stare at it like that is really turning me on, so I’d be okay if you just wanna keep doing that.” He reclined back until his chair hit the desk, then shot her a smirk. “You could always give me a show.”
“Sexual harassment you said?” Silver asked, stifling a sardonic chuckle. She wanted to pull her eyes away, keep him from getting such easy satisfaction from her, but as guilty as it was to admit, she was having fun watching him. Just the sight of his heavy package had flipped a switch in her. He was already a large-bodied stallion, and proportionate to him, his dick was pretty big on top of that. Proportionate to her, his dick was a fucking monolith!
Lance had coaxed out enough to hang between his legs, and he reached down with a hoof to lift it up and let it flop down against his pelvis, then used that hoof to slowly stroke and rub over his shaft, which Silver could see gently pulsing with every beat of his heart, even from a few feet away. He arched his back in the chair, then let his head hang back and exhaled a quiet, self-satisfied groan. “Come on, if you weren’t interested you would have already stormed out the door to the sight of a stallion rubbing his dick in front of you. You’ve been eyeballing me for almost three days straight now.”
Sliding off the bed, the batpony dropped down to all fours and fixed him with a firm, but embarrassed glare. “Can you fucking not? I’m trying to pretend I haven’t already made up my mind. Let me have my pride.” She glanced down at his groin, bit her lip, then looked away towards the door. “You’re the one who’s supposed to want it, and I’m the one who says you can have it!”
Lance lifted his head, then looked down at her and chuckled. “Fine, I fucking want it. Now get over here and give me a good reason to like you thestrals.”
The door was a few feet away, and it was the embodiment of her intact pide. However... he was closer. A frustrated growl left Silver’s mouth, then she inhaled a sharp breath and held it for a second... then lowered her head. “You know what? Fuck it.”
She licked her lips, then trotted obediently over to the stallion. He spread his hind legs a little more as she approached, giving her just enough room to get in between them, and Silver did just that, pressing her shoulders in between his thighs to get to his groin. She took a deep breath, fought back a case of the shivers, then laid her right hoof on his thigh and leaned in, his still-limp cock within a foot of her muzzle, the thick shaft lying limp over his right thigh.
The stallion withdrew his hoof, then propped his elbow up casually on the desk behind him and looked down. “You’ve sucked dick before, right?”
She glared. “Of course I’ve sucked a dick before.” Her eyes darted back down to his length; length really wasn’t an adequate word for it, to be honest. He wasn’t even finished growing yet and she was pretty sure that the distance from his flare to his medial ring was about as long as her right foreleg from the knee down, and almost as thick. “Just... not one this big before.”
She bit her lip as he chuckled at her, then started to lean towards the base of his shaft, but his hoof quickly shot down to press gently against her forehead. “Ah, Mrs. Silver, etiquette please.” He gave her forehead a patronizing tap, then withdrew his hoof. “Start with the balls.”
Another growl left her, but it was less frustrated and a bit more playful. Her amber eyes flitted briefly up to his blue ones, then she gave a tense nod and dropped her head between his thighs. Before she even got close enough to touch the two massive weights between his legs, she could smell them; judging by his scent, he showered in the evenings. A light musk lingered in the air between his thighs, clean, but with the very distinct scent of stallion and a tinge of sweat. A fine sheen of perspiration had already formed on his sack, a side-effect of his arousal, and Silver allowed herself a smirk at the thought that she was turning him on.
She didn’t get any more thoughts in, however, because his large hoof suddenly pressed down against the back of her head, and her muzzle was shoved into the musky crease of his sack. Silver shut her eyes, then let out a loud protest that really didn’t sound all too loud when it reached her ears. Her batty wings unfolded and flitted anxiously at her sides as the perverse stallion’s hoof pulled at the back of her head, mashing her muzzle up against his taint, his heavy sack draping over her eyes and all but smothering her in him.
Lance only held her for about five seconds, then let go and laughed as Silver pulled away with a light gasp. “You were taking too long. Now lick.” The mare didn’t hesitate this time. While the scent that was now permeating in her nostrils hadn’t done much for her dwindling pride, it had spiked her arousal, and the faster she made him happy, the faster he could make her happy. Silver opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, then nuzzled into the crease in his sack and delivered a long, firm lick up the salty flesh, right to his sheathe. She flicked her tongue off the tip, shuddered, then dropped her head and did it again, and again. Lance showed his approval with a slow, measured exhale and a small shift of his thighs, his pulsing cock finally starting to stiffen up and lift half an inch or so off his belly with every light flex.
It didn’t take long for her to grow tired of playing with his balls, and so, she used the forehoof she’d placed on his thigh to pull herself up a little bit, then sucked her tongue into her mouth to rewet it. She took a quarter second to chew her lip, then dipped her head and pressed the flat of her tongue against the thick, hot base of his shaft. It immediately twitched and pushed up against her lips, and Silver couldn’t help a low moan. Firmly, erotically, she slowly dragged her tongue up his length, over the thick bump of his medial ring, then up the veiny shaft before finally flicking the tip of her tongue off his flare, having to stretch her neck just to reach it. His cock reacted to the dash of stimulation and flexed up to bounce off the bottom of her chin.
“Think you can get your mouth around it without stabbing me with those useless fangs?” he asked with a pointed look down at her, sparing his left hoof to pet at her neck.
Silver spat a glob of saliva onto his flare, which earned a shiver from the stallion, then stood up between his legs and planted both forehooves on his thighs. “Want to stop being an asshole long enough for me to find out?”
He held up a hoof in a silent gesture of surrender, then laid it down on his thigh and pushed herself up. Just to reach the very end of his length, with him sitting back in the chair, she had to prop her forehooves on his thighs, stand up on her hinds, then stretch her neck, and that gave her about four inches of play. She really couldn’t get over how big he was.
Silver watched her saliva run down the edge of his shaft, then opened her mouth as wide as she could and tried not to imagine how not-sexy she looked at that very moment. Her lips fit around his flare without much trouble, but her teeth gently grazed his flesh, her fangs somehow just wide enough to avoid spearing him. Lance grunted at the sensation of her teeth threatening his cock, then snapped his eyes downwards and gave her a warning look. Silver ran her tongue over his flare, and his warning look immediately died. The stallion tensed, moaned, then gave his hips a slight roll towards her maw.
“Now, I know there’s no way you can take the whole thing,” he said in a husky voice, “but as much as you can fit would be appreciated.” His hoof settled on the back of her head, then gave a gentle push downwards. Silver folded her ears flat to her head, flicked her tail, then allowed him to guide her down, his thick, pulsing shaft slipping past her lips, it’s subtle, somewhat musky flavor driving her to salivate. That saliva leaked around her lips and drooled down his shaft, generally making a mess of things.
Silver couldn’t help but moan. There was some sort of guilty satisfaction that came from sucking on a cock, knowing that the stallion was enjoying the hell out of it. She pressed down a little more on his thighs, then started to bob and lightly twist her head, only managing to take a pathetic four inches or so of his length before his flare started to set off her gag reflex. Lance didn’t seem to care either way. He’d laid his head back again, and the hoof that wasn’t on her head had gone to the base of his cock to stroke it with her motions. Silver gave a particularly deep push down, the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat, and the massive pole of meat throbbed and swelled in her mouth, nearly a shot glass’ worth of precum jetting from the head to spill over her tongue. Silver gagged on it, then started to pull back when his hoof firmly tightened on the back of her head and pulled her right back down. She gagged again, her throat clenching, then releasing, and it was in that split second that he gave a sharp pull down, stuffing his massive cockhead down into her gullet. Immediately, she heaved, and her eyes started to water as she was forced to look down at his groin. Lance moaned loudly, then slowly pushed her down a bit more onto his cock, stopping at around the halfway point before letting up on the back of her head.
Eyes still watering, Silver heaved again, doing her best to ignore the stinging in her throat, then glanced up at him. “Oh come on,” he said with a roll of his eyes, giving her cheek a couple of patronizing pats with his forehoof. “You knew I was gonna do that.”
She remained where she was despite the fact that her instincts were telling her to pull off, next to certain that if she pulled off now, he was just going to shove her back down. Lance smirked and tensed his groin, giving his cock a powerful flex in her throat, and that was all she could take. Before she could gag again, or start to throw up, Silver wrenched her head back, his flare popping out of her mouth at the very same time that a thick shot of pre spurted from the tip. Half of it landed on her nose, and the other half streaked the side of his shaft, adding to her mess of saliva.
“Fuck,” Silver said through a cough, swallowing a few times to fight off her juicy-jaws. “Not fucking cool.”
Lance set his hoof on the back of her head once again and ran it gingerly through her mane. “You took it well enough, didn’t you?”
“You’re lucky I didn’t throw up on your dick.” She leaned back a little and wiped her muzzle, his musky taste lingering in her mouth and on her tongue like no other.
He grasped his stallionhood by the base, then went back to casually stroking the part that she hadn’t drooled all over. “Thanks for not doing that. Anyways, you want me to fuck you now?”
Silver coughed again, then sidled herself out from in between his hind legs and got back onto all fours. “Yeah, that’d he great. My face smells like your sack, my throat hurts, and I’m fucking wet.” She glanced back over her shoulder at the devastated spring mattress. “Want me on the bed?”
“We’d put that poor bed out of its misery. Besides, it’s too low to the ground; I don’t want to have to crouch down to fuck you.” With a grunt, Lancer slid out of his chair and got to his hooves, towering over the batmare in front of him before motioning towards the desk. “On the desk. Keep your hinds on the floor.”
Silver could feel another case of the shivers coming on as she turned to face the desk, before glancing towards the large stallion who was standing impatiently beside it, his massive cock bobbing lightly between his legs. “What’s the matter?” she jibed, crossing to the desk to gingerly place a forehoof on the edge. “Don’t wanna look the mare you’re rutting in the eye, so you come from behind?”
“Don’t have to look at you either way.” The large stallion drew closer, looming over her. One of his massive forehooves landed between her shoulders, then pushed down, hard. Silver braced her other forehoof on the edge of the desk, trembling under the strain of holding him up for a moment or two, then she buckled and her chest hit the top of the desk with a thud. “This way you won’t slide across the desk.”
Gasping for the air that had been knocked out of her lungs, Silver thrashed below the powerful hoof between her shoulderblades and scraped her forehooves across the smooth surface of the desk, knocking his helmet to the floor, where it landed with a clatter and rolled away. “Fucking really!?” she half-shouted up at him, forced to look at her own, flustered reflection in the glass as the massive stallion stepped up behind her.
“Really,” he replied with a shit-eating smirk. The hoof on her back pushed forward and slid her almost effortlessly across the smooth surface of the desk until the stifles on each of her hind legs bumped and locked against the edge. Embarrassingly, her two rear hooves didn’t touch the floor, but rather, dangled uselessly two inches above it. Lance’s left hoof thumped down to the desk beside her head, and his right remained where it was between her shoulderblades to keep her from moving.
Silver found herself watching him mount her in the reflection from the glass, the armored stallion’s figure looming over hers. His belly brushed over her rump, and the head of his cock messily prodded at her right cheek before sliding up and onto her back, the thick, wet shaft leaving trails of precum and her own saliva on her sleek coat.
“You know,” he growled in her ear, his wide thighs settling around hers as he lewdly ground the base of his shaft against her rump, his stomach making sure that the entire length of his twitching stallionhood pressed into her back, throbbing and pulsing against her spine, “the wife wouldn’t let me do this.”
Silver hadn’t been expecting the bolt of pleasure she received at his statement, but for whatever reason, it had made her insides all but squirm. Her forehovoes had since gone still, and her batty wings had relaxed and unfurled lazily by her sides. “I’m not... letting you do this,” she shot up at him, trying to keep the grin on her face out of her voice. “You’re just doing it.”
He snorted, then nipped at the back of her neck with his teeth, causing the batpony to yip and jerk a little below him. “Why do you think she wants a divorce?”
“Maybe because you’re an asshole?” A strong shiver ran its course through her body as Lance shifted, then started to drag his cock backwards over her rump, undoubtedly lining himself up and getting ready to destroy her. Silver wasn’t exactly looking forward to the inevitable stretching she would have to experience before anything he could do would even start to feel remotely good. Hopefully he wouldn’t completely wreck her shit. “Do me a favor, yeah?” she piped up suddenly.
Lance pushed down a little more on her back with one hoof, then reached back with the other and grabbed his thick shaft near the base. He used his grip on it to rub the flare of his member against her right buttcheek for a moment, the pre drooling from his tip sliming up her coat. “Yeah?” he asked in a disinterested tone.
Silver felt herself start to tremble as the wide head of his cock slipped between her hind legs and pressed between her cheeks. She tensed for a second, then flicked her tail up and out of the way to help him out a little bit. “You’re fucking huge so just...” She inhaled sharply and stifled a moan as the head of his cock found her folds and pressed intimidatingly up against them. “Take it slow... at least to start.”
A chuckle was all that left the large stallion as he rocked his hips forward with a surprising gentleness that Silver hadn’t assumed he could even posses. Her natural reaction was to clench as his wide flare bluntly pressed up against her folds, and a low moan left her mouth, hind legs starting to pedal a bit and kick uselessly in the air. He grunted at her body’s unwillingness to let him in, then slid his hoof down his shaft to grasp it near the head and pressed forward even more with his hips. “Forgot how tight you little ponies are. Like fucking a foal.”
The pressure was working her up more than she intended, and now she just wanted him to put the damn thing in her. She responded to his jibes with a kick of her right hind leg and an indignant wiggle below him. Lance responded by backing off a little on the pressure and using his hoof to smear his flare up and down her folds, spreading a mix of his pre and her own wetness over them. “Fuck off,” Silver hissed. “It’s not my fault your—” He thrust forward with a grunt, and Silver’s words died on her mouth as his flare popped into her tight sex with a slick and a hot, sharp tingle of pain. She jerked forward against the desk, a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a cry of surprised pain escaping her throat. “I said slow!”
Lance exhaled a slow breath that turned into a moan, then leaned down over her, slowly stuffing another few inches of his thick shaft into her, his cock pulsing and flexing every couple seconds in an obvious display of arousal. “Slow wasn’t working.” He moved the forehoof he’d used to aim his cock to her rump and groped casually over her cutie mark, all the while continuing to sink himself deeper. Silver would have been in heaven, had it not been for the discomfort of being stretched wide by the flare of his cock. She could feel herself clenching every couple of seconds, repeatedly halting his progress as he tried to push further. Lance responded by rocking his hips forward impatiently, and in the reflection from the glass, she could see him impatiently half-scowling down at her.
It was a moment before the discomfort and pain faded—either that, or it was overwhelmed by rising pleasure, and next thing Silver knew, she was all but drooling on the table as his hot, thick, pulsing length stretched her and sank deeper. It wasn’t a question of whether or not he would bottom out, but when. The sheer width of his cock had pressed her clit in and up into her vulva, the little pleasure button lost between his flesh and hers. Every strong flex from him caused a heavy twitch and a light gasp from the mare, and he hadn’t even started to thrust yet.
Silver was nearly jolted out of her stupor just by a simple reversal of direction from him, and she hurriedly stifled a moan by biting her lip, hard, and wringing her forehooves together. His weight on her back made it hard to draw in a decent breath, though that was hardly a complaint when his oversized length was making it hard to do anything other than squirm and turn red in the face. On top of that, she could feel his steady, thumping heartbeat through the walls of her sex; the unmistakable scent of sex had already tainted the air—either that, or the scent of his balls really had permeated her coat—and at that moment, Silver couldn’t see herself caring about a single damn thing until she got her orgasm.
“Fuck,” he said in a low breath. Dragging back until only a small portion of his length remained, he thrust back in a moment later with a fair bit of vigor, the friction from her folds dragging across the veiny surface of his saliva and pussy-soaked shaft driving her mind absolutely wild. “Fuck if I care if you’re enjoying yourself.” He chuckled, then bucked his hips lightly forward, coaxing a gasp and a yelp from Silver. “Cause I’m enjoying you.”
“Thanks... for the consideration!” she shot back with a growl that quickly turned into a moan when he flexed his cock and mashed her clit up against her fleshy ceiling. Lance lowered himself down atop her, huffed in her ear, then rolled his hips forward until his broad flare pushed up against her cervix. Silver reacted immediately, tensing on him like a vice and jerking her head back. “Okay, fuck, that’s my cervix. Cease and desist. Halt!”
“You’re joking, right?” He ground his sweaty belly against her back, his armor plates rasping over one another as he shifted his stance and sat up a little. Their intercourse was driving him to sweat, and she could feel the hot dampness of his belly against her back, his golden armor not doing him any favors in terms of ventilation. “Come on, my medial ring’s like... two inches away. Sure you can’t take anymore?” Silver looked up in time to see him grinning the shittiest of all shitbag grins down at her, and at the same time he started to press his hips forward, applying a pressure that welled deep in her gut and really didn’t feel all too special.
“Yeah!” she croaked breathlessly, eyes bugging a little as she thrashed against the forehooves pinning her. “F-fuck, knock it off!”
Snickering, the stallion backed off, biting his lip as he slowly dragged himself back out. “Not sure which is better.” He inhaled a slow breath, moaned, then thrust back in with a casual shift of his stance. “A tight mare who can only take half of my dick, or a mare I don’t have to worry about accidentally breaking if I get to into it.”
While he still wouldn’t shut the hell up, he stopped himself tactically short of her cervix, giving it little more than a slight bump with his flare in a pace that was actually really great for her. So he was capable of not being a shithead!
What came next was much nicer and much better than anything she had expected to come about when she’d started her shift that day. The large stallion above her bit his lip, gave his head a little shake to toss his messy and now-damp mane out of his face, then started into her with casual, deep thrusts. He wasn’t pounding her into a coma, or teasing her and taking it slow; he was rutting—it was the kind of pace you expected from a pony who was distracted, or had done this so many times that the act had become as casual as breathing or having a chat with a friend over lunch. It was driving Silver all but literally up the wall. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps between his casual thrusts, and she’d curled her right forehoof around in order to bite down on it to muffle the sounds she wanted to make. Every twitch and throb of his thick, hot shaft drove powerful shivers through her body, and she could feel his precum mixing with hers, removing a lot of that friction from the equation to make his motions a little smoother.
Silver found herself rising to that edge very fast. Chin against the tabletop, left forehoof sprawled out before her, the mare rocked gently with every firm thrust from the large stallion. A tremble traveled its way through her body, starting from her hind hooves and coursing all the way up to her front ones, and Lance responded with a firm twitch from his cock, accompanied with a groan and a shot of precum that made Silver gasp under her breath. She slid her left forehoof across the desk to grab the opposite edge and squeeze, arching her back what little she could to brush up against his belly, and fuck did that feel good.
Silver let her mouth gape as a tightness built in her hindquarters, a burning, boiling pleasure forming in her abdomen, fueled by happy, electric tingles from her clit that fired up her spine with every brush of his shaft against it. She clenched, and shivered; Lance seemed to sense her sudden change, because he lowered his head down until it was almost right beside hers, if not a little bit ahead, and let out a low, pleased rumble. The large stallion shifted his stance, then raised one hind leg and slammed it down on the desk beside her rump before delivering a slow, rough thrust down into her that assaulted that soft point just past her entrance. Silver jerked, grit her teeth, then went stiff as a board, clenching down against his cock as a long, poorly-stifled moan left her mouth. Slow, happy, rolling floods of pleasure rolled out over her body from a central point, which just so happened to be his superfluous dick.
Lance either didn’t care all too much about her orgasm, or he didn’t even notice it as he continued to rut away at her. He’d since doubled his pace, and now he stood hunched over her, one hind leg cocked up on the desk and the other on the floor as he thrust his girthy cock down into her. Clingy marecum soaked his length, and the excess from her orgasm dripped from his cock with every thrust into her, making a mess of the fur below her slit.
And then her orgasm was over, and she was left squirming below the large stallion, who was still pounding shamelessly away at her. Silver’s oversensitive nerves tingled and burned under the assault from his cock, and Silver opened her mouth to say something but was unable to usher anything more than a moan and a slurred botch-job of his name. The large stallion had since reared up some, the hoof between her shoulderblades was as firm as ever, but he’d moved the other one down to grab her tail and wrap it thrice around his hoof.
Lance yanked her rump up with a light chuckle, earning a yelp from Silver. “Fifteen more seconds, then I’ll be done with you.”
Silver, panting, shaking, and with her rump now pulled somewhat demeaningly upwards so that his cock could enter her more conveniently, turned her head to the left and glared up at him with a single eye. “Could you... not finish there?”
Lance snorted, rolled his eyes, then gave a firm, hard thrust into her, his cockhead hitting her cervix with enough force to bring a jolt and a discomforted gasp from Silver. “It’s either there or on your back.”
“I have... to fucking put my... put my armor back on, asshole!” Silver spat back, hoping that her face wasn’t as red as it felt.
He flashed her a wink. “Inside it is.” Lance gave another tug on her tail, then shut his eyes and moaned as he gave a firm, slow roll of his hips towards her rump. Silver responded with a gasp, a tremble, and a moan as well. It wasn’t every day that she got fucked through an orgasm, and the constant pace hadn’t let her fall far from that plateau; now she was just stuck somewhere near the edge, like a pot that had boiled over before having the heat hurriedly turned back down to a simmer.
Lance’s steady, casual pace had escalated into a dominant, hard rut as he drew nearer to his own orgasm; Silver had been anticipating it, but that didn’t mean that she was ready for ten seconds of sexual ravaging by a stallion nearly twice her size. He pulled even harder on her tail and Silver gnashed her teeth as her ass was yanked up to an even sharper angle. Lance blew hot, fervent breaths of air onto the back of her neck as he pressed down on her spine. With every thrust he delivered, his flaring cockhead battered her cervix, then pulled back like a knot, the broadened head causing a deep, almost painful stretching. The stallion’s powerful breaths became feral, vocalized grunts, and then with one final thrust into her stretched cunt, he released her tail, then grabbed the hock of her right hind leg and pulled back, holding her firmly in place.
Silver couldn’t help but cry out, and she wasn’t sure whether it was in pain or pleasure—the two had started feeling the same about ten seconds ago. The deep, uncomfortable pain of his flared head pressing against her cervix was the very embodiment of unpleasant, but it was also drowned out by everything else. The stallion above her breathed a perverse, feral groan, and his cock flexed with incredible vigor, causing her hind end to tremble. The already-thick base of his length swelled a little more, and his shaft pulsed, then came the wonderful, borderline-violating feeling of his cum splashing against her cervix.
And then he just kept cumming. Silver moaned as the stallion above her held her chest down and her ass up. With every powerful flex of his cock, another veritable flood of cum surged from the head, trapped, unable to escape around his oversized flare. His seed had nowhere to go but in, so in it went. Silver quickly realized just where Lance’s flood of earth pony cum was going, and found herself wondering if it should have even been possible. But it was possible, and it was happening. That thought, combined with everything else that was already on the table, was enough to send her rolling over into a second orgasm she hadn’t even known was coming, or at least something akin to one as her eyes rolled back and a powerful shudder wracked her frame. It didn’t take long for a dull pressure to rise in her lower gut, and by the time Lance’s orgasm ended, her abdomen literally ached with a strange feeling that was a mix between uncomfortable heat and what she could only assume being pregnant felt like.
The over-productive earth pony took a second to pant, then slumped and went limp on top of her, dropping his hind leg back to the floor and releasing her hock. Silver grunted and squirmed weakly as his belly settled firmly against her rump and his chest pressed into the back of her neck, smearing her with sweat that reeked of stallion and sex.
“Ugh, get off,” Silver said with an indignant huff. “You’re soaking me in your sweat.”
“That’s the point.” After a moment, he ground his hips forward twice in a self-satisfied gesture that gave Silver a bad case of the shivers, then lifted himself with a groan and stepped back, dragging his still-pulsing length of now-limp stallionhood from her stretched slit. “Y’know,” he gruffed. “You’re not a bad lay, for a bat.” He gave his hips a hearty tug, and his still-flared head popped from her like a cork, a small rush of hot, white cum following it.
Panting, face as red as a beet, and still trembling, Silver rolled over onto her back with a low groan. “Thanks for the backhanded compliment, asshole.”
He chuckled. “Did you cum twice? Wasn’t sure there, near the end.”
Propping herself up with an elbow, Silver slowly lifted her front half up from the desk to peer at him. His thick, dark cock swung like a pendulum between his legs; half of it was smeared in a mix of his and her cum, but most of the upper half, his medial ring included, dry and clean. Somehow, he’d managed to make her feel the way that she did with only about half of his cock. “Yeah.” Her eyes drifted down to her belly, widening almost comically as they landed on her slightly-distended gut. “What the fuck, dude...”
Lance eyed the bulge, then visibly shivered and reached out to pat it with a hoof. Just the small bit of contact caused Silver to flinch and groan. “That’s fucking hot,” he said, followed by a perverse, satisfied rumble in his throat. He stared for another moment, then flopped back in the single chair, hardly even noticing as it protested his weight. “Just be glad it’s not on you.”
“Dude!” Silver half-shouted, sitting up and biting her lip at the feel of cum drizzling steadily from the bottom of her slit. “I look like I’m in the early stages of pregnancy!”
The stallion sitting across from her bubbled into a snicker. “I know, holy fuck you’re tiny! I’ve pumped cum into a mare’s womb before, but I’ve never swelled one up before.” The snicker turned into a satisfied laugh, and Silver glared daggers before gingerly scooting herself to the edge of the table and dropping back to all fours with a thud. “That cum is gonna be there for days!”
“Would you knock it off!” Silver shot towards him as she hobbled lightly across the floor to the bed. Grumbling under her breath, she started to slide back into her armor.
“Seriously though, that was great. You wanna do that again some time?” He leaned back in the chair until it protested with a high-pitched creak and a squeal, spreading his hind legs and staring down at his limp member, which was taking its sweet time in receding to the sheath. As Silver buckled on the harness that went below her armor, he grasped his length by the base and wiped the concoction of cum off on his inner thigh.
Silver finished strapping her chestplate on and looked back over her shoulder. “Why do you think I’d want to fuck you again after you treated me like some interactive sex doll?”
Lance shrugged, still looking down as he idly wiped off his dick. “Because you loved it.”
Even now that she’d stepped away from him, she was aware of her sweat that wasn’t even hers dampening her back, the fullness in her gut, and the permeating scent of him on her that didn’t seem to be going away. Slowly, Silver turned to face him, trying her best to glare despite the fact that a smile was creeping onto her face. “Fuck you.”
He winked. “See you next shift.”
