Operation Firework

It's still a sunny afternoon by the time you're wandering home. Canterlot's always been a big city, but it's far more rural than, say, Manehattan. As such, it's a much nicer walk back to your place. But as far as you care, the prettiest view in the city is right next to you, talking, joking and laughing. It's strange, but as soon as you and Tempest left the princess' presence, she just... changed.

At first, you thought this was just her while she was off-duty. Then you remember why she became your partner in the first place. To save as many lives as she felt she ruined at the manipulative fingertips of the Storm King. Ever since Celestia confirmed that, not only did she save more lives, but the lives of several neighbouring kingdoms as well, she's finally felt... free. Could this be the "Fizzlepop Berrytwist" side of her?

Eventually, you come across the front door to your lavish apartments, and twist your key in the lock. Being an Elite Operative pays extraordinarily well, unsurprisingly, but you never did like the idea of having an entire house to yourself. As such, you outright bought this luxury apartment and kept the money saved. Cheaper than a Canterlot house, there's plenty of noise cancellation between each living space, and there's no need to compete with your neighbours over who has the better garden. And since Canterlot's on a mountainside, you can easily draw your curtains in the morning and see as far as Appleloosa.

You stand in the apartment's door-frame. "So, want to stop by for a while? We can have coffee."

Nothing gets by Tempest's watchful eyes. Her beautiful, enchanting, half-lidded, watchful eyes. "Do you mean coffee the drink, or coffee the sex euphemism?"

"We serve both here," you flirt, pulling the door all the way open. "With a smile."

Tempest's face remains calm and stoic as she takes a slow step through the doorway. You're expecting her to, the moment the door closes, fling herself at you like she did back at the hotel in Vanhoover. She pushes the door behind her with a rear hoof, until she hears a click.

From there, she gently wraps her forelegs around you, and embraces you in a warm, firm hug, nestling her beautiful face in the crook of your shoulder. You decide that's fine too, returning the hug in kind.

"I know last time felt... spur-of-the-moment. But this is going to be my first night as a free mare," she whispers. "If it's okay with you, I'd like to take my time with this one."

"We have the whole evening," you stroke her soft, yet wild mane. "And the entire night beyond that."

She raises her head from your shoulder, until she's face-to-face with you. Your snouts touch in that adorable way ponies do when they're in love.

Her eyelids softly close, as if they're made of orchid velvet. Her warm breath mingles with yours as you both part lips. Last time, the kisses were rushed. Frenzied. This time, she can finally rest and savour every last minute of you. And you her. And that's exactly what you do.

Your lips lock in a sweet kiss, the taste of berries and the tang of electricity teasing you even before your tongues meet. Her own tongue is welcomed into your mouth, greeted with soft licks and massages. This moment alone is perfect, just you and her, enjoying each other.

While you both lost your armour in the North Luna Ocean, Tempest was able to escape with her body-hugging, pitch-black jumpsuit intact. Working your hooves down her body, and resting at her hips, you feel a stirring in your loins awaken as she faintly moans; barely audible, but you can feel the vibrations through her kiss. Soon enough, a shiver runs through her. She breaks the kiss to bask in the feeling.

The teasing swish of her tail tells you everything you need to know; wordlessly, you take her by the hoof and lead her to your bedroom.

As you're about to lie her down on the bed, she stops you; "You get on the bed first," she says silkily. "I still need to undress."

You happily oblige. In return, she treats you to a slow, satisfying striptease. She turns at an angle, granting you the perfect view of both her whole body, and her firm backside. Smoothly, she starts to tug on the sexy, sexy jumpsuit, pulling on its hidden zipper, then letting it slowly slide down her as she reveals more and more of her toned, goddess-like body. Finally, it hits the floor. She steps out from the leg-holes of the suit, then to top it off, blows you a playful kiss and a wink.

You just sit there, watching the entire time. "Wow," is all you can manage from that. Tempest is surprised to see how well that striptease worked; you'd already precum just by watching her do that.

"Looks like I've found your on-button," she giggles - she actually giggles - cantering over to your bed. Now she's already on it, assertively crawling all over you.

"You might have," you shrug. letting her come closer, "I'll never tell. But I think I know what you like as well."

"Oh, is that so?" she finds herself face to face with you again, "Indulge me then."

Stealing another kiss from her, your turn her over so you're the one on top, and she's on her back. From there, you start kissing her slender neck. Then her proud chest. Then her athletic belly, and from there...

Tempest's eyes - and her rear legs - widen as your lips make contact with her labia. With a few short, deft licks, you're able to make her roll her head all the way back, stretching her whole body in contentment. One of her hooves wrap around your head, pushing you further into her as she derives more pleasure. The other hoof elegantly strokes your mane. Already, you can feel her juices start to flow; you were right about her own preferences.

Her own juices start to dribble onto the bed as your tongue massages her favourite spot. Her own arousal spills over to you as you moan, and once again precum, in return. Tempest takes notice.

The hoof holding your head down lifts you back up, giving you a brief moment of eye contact with her. She rolls over onto her belly, presenting her back and more importantly, her supple, yet perky round flank. She invitingly swishes her tail, raising it and giving you a nice, clear view of the place your tongue was just pleasuring. She doesn't need to tell you what she's offering this time.

With your shaft already throbbing with anticipation, you clamber up to her and carefully ready yourself over her in the traditional equine mating position. From there, you hungrily push yourself in. She lets loose a short cry of satisfaction as your slide into her dripping wet hole; the amazing feeling drives you wild. You rest your body over her back, thrusting passionately, your head close to hers as your exchange sweet kisses and sighs in higher and hotter tones. As more of her secretion washes over your cock, you feel the pressure becoming too much to withstand.

"Tempest, I'm... I'm gonna cum..."

"Go for it."

With her blessing, you drive yourself in just a little deeper and harder, letting your body take its natural course, until you feel yourself gush forth in ecstasy, pumping her full of your hot seed. Dizzy from the release, you clamber off her, lying down on the bed to catch your breath. Tempest takes advantage of your prone moment to dive in for another kiss, her lips and tongue doing more to reinvigorate you than any real cup of coffee.

"I know you're spent," she sighs between brief pecks, "But there's the rest of the night to go, and... well..."

"Don't worry," you assure her. In a long, slow, seductive stroke, you run your fore-hoof from her face, to her shoulder, over her back and finally to her flank. There, you experiment with a caressing hoof, fondling her entrance and enjoying the slippery feeling within. You think you're doing well, appreciating the colour of Tempest's blushing cheeks as she pants in sync with your slick rubbing, until she stops you.

"Wait."

You stop, and calmly give her your full attention.

"This is going to sound strange, and I just wanna do this once... but..." it's hard to tell, but you may have just seen her aroused blush turn into an embarrassed one, "Could you do it... with... your magic? I just want to know how it feels."

Your eyes flick to her broken horn, but you quickly tear them away in case you offend her. Of course she never had the chance to use her horn that way.

Without another word, you focus your magic into the tangible force, and focus it over Tempest's clit like a shapeless, shifting mass.

Almost instantly, she starts to glaze over as her senses reaps the feast of activity going on below. Your magic is never still, yet never thrusting, making it feel to her like an endless ethereal massage to her crotch. Without thinking, she grabs you in a tight hug as she exhales, forgetting her own strength. You kinda like it.

You decide to be more playful, spreading the magic from just the clit, making it explore her insides like a smooth, formless plasma rather than anything solid, creeping deeper into her without her feeling any actual penetration.

Her breathing quickly becomes moaning, and from there, cries of pure titillation. You'd complain about her forelegs nearly crushing you as her voice reaches a higher and higher pitch, but you're a tough stallion anyway. More so, there's no way you would ever complain about her body pressing up against yours so very robustly; in fact, you feel your recently-spent loins starting to reawaken.

At last, she convulses as her secretion pours from between her legs. Releasing her vice-like grip on you, her whole body relaxes, just as your body - or at least your cock - starts to tense.

Climbing over her, preparing yourself for another sexual position, you suggestively rest your warm meat upon her shapely waist. Her eyes reopen, drifting from your shaft to your face.

"Do you have enough in you for one more time?" you ask hopefully.

She pulls you in closer to her beautiful face. "I have enough in me for the whole night."

*******

You're completely and utterly empty.

By the time Celestia's sun started shining from behind your closed curtains, you'd lost count of the many different positions you tried, and the amount of times you'd both climaxed. Tempest's long, drawn out lust had finally run dry.

She hasn't opened her eyes in quite a while. Instead, she's spread out in complete relaxation on her side of the bed (or at least, it's her side now). She's lying on her back, her head resting peacefully on one of your pillows. Her strapping body is still on display for you to enjoy looking at. You still do, even though you've done far, far more than just looking.

You watch her chest rise and fall as she sleeps, thinking back to the close call you both had deep below the North Luna Ocean. If you hadn't saved Tempest, those lungs wouldn't be breathing right now. If she hadn't saved you in return, neither would yours. Perhaps you owe one another your lives. Perhaps being each other's partner is more than enough.

You breathe in deeply, exhale a half-sigh, half-yawn, and close your eyes. There's only a few hours of rest to go before you're both called in to take measurements for your replacement armour sets to be assigned, and from there's you're probably going to be given a fresh new mission.

As you drift off to sleep, you know you're not worried. You're an Elite Operative, and you're fighting alongside Tempest Shadow until the end.