Operation Firework

The door into your hotel room slams shut. You push a blushing, panting Tempest Shadow up against the door and begin barraging her soft, slender neck with one kiss after another. Your lips feel the vibration of her vocal chords as she moans through her heavy breathing, a short sizzle of blue light flickering from her broken horn. Your hooves are stroking every inch of her wildly, desperate to get under that gold-painted armour of hers.

Tempest pushes back from the door, leaving you both in the middle of the room standing bipedal, with each other's fore-hooves wrapped around each other for support.

You stop kissing her neck, and move hungrily on to her lips. She ferociously kisses back, driving her tongue into your mouth. Your own tongue wrestles with the intruder, the uncanny sensation of sweet berries and a subtle, almost electrical tang on your tastebuds as each passing moment of lustful licking excites you more and more. The rough kissing slowly becomes a dance of tongues, mutually rubbing and massaging each other to a silent song.

You both break the kiss, just so you had a moment to breathe, and you involuntarily release a sigh of pure arousal from the sheer heat forming between you.

Tempest starts unfastening the various knot and buckles on your Canterlot Elite armour, panting as fast as her own racing heartbeat. In turn, you try to undo the unfamiliar straps on her gold-painted Storm King armour. After one, two, three times to undo it, you moan involuntarily, your throbbing loins begging you to hurry up, breaking your concentration.

"Oh, to Tartarus with it!" you curse, channelling a much faster solution via your horn.

At a moment's notice, you teleport you and your partner's armour - Tempest's black jumpsuit and all - several feet to the side. In a frenzy, you shove the now-nude mare onto the bed, just as both sets of armour hit the hotel room floor, with a clatter and a thud respectively.

When you first met Tempest in the Canterlot throne room, you remember thinking her body looks like a healthy athletes'. Now that you see her stripped bare of her armour, you realise that was an understatement. Every inch of her under the dark violet fur is toned to perfection, from her robust chest, to her slim belly, to her alluring rear. It's as if Celestia herself had taken a block of dark-orchid marble and carved the most perfect body from it.

Tempest herself looks around in bemusement, trying to figure out why she's suddenly naked. She looks between the armour on the floor, up to you kneeling over her on the bed, and down to your teasing, twitching cock.

"Couldn't get the gear off fast enough," you explain.

"Shut up and lie down!" With lightning-fast reflexes, Tempest tackles you to the mattress, pinning you down by her naked form that presses oh-so-temptingly against your body. You can feel her heartbeat on your chest as she leans in and sternly whispers: "I don't remember giving you permission to use that spell."

You don't remember her banning you from that to begin with, but there is simply no way to argue with the single sexiest mare you've ever seen pressing against you like that. You disguise an aroused moan as clearing your throat.

"Aaahh... hem, sorry if that took you by surprise, I was just so eager to-"

Her hoof silkily presses against your mouth to cut you off. You playfully pucker your lips into a kiss as she does so. "Yes, you are eager," she breathes into your ear. "Almost as much as me. But I can't have you just magic us straight into the action like that."

With that, you feel her hot tongue slowly lick the side of your neck, her warm sigh sending shivers through you. You'd like to believe a lesser stallion would've burst from arousal right there and then, but you're better than that. "I think you need to take it a little slower," she teases, taking note that you're still flirtatiously kissing her hoof. "If you really want to please me that badly, I can think of the perfect place for you to kiss."

She presses a hoof into your chest, keeping you down on the bed. From there, she amorously turns around, positioning herself so her luscious labia is hovering over your face. Another godlike part of Tempest's body; you already hunger for it.

Slowly, she lowers herself onto you. You barely contain a moan of delight as your lips press against, well, hers. Your tongue explores its new playground, taking notes of every spot that causes her to sigh, or gasp, or giggle, or shiver. It doesn't take long at all to feel a few droplets of her secretion dripping over your mouth. The very feeling is amazing, her arousal only helping to build your own.

Determined to join in on the pleasure, the pressure in your cock starts to build. As you continue caressing Tempest's wet insides with your tongue, you seize your shaft, rubbing it until- Ow!

Tempest's hoof sharply slaps your own, causing you to let go of, well, yourself. "Going too quickly again, I think," she pants. "There's plenty of - aaaahh... other things to grab than yourself."

Seeing as her perfect backside is within easy reach, your hooves clamp onto them as your tongue circles her sweet clit. Soon, she goes from dripping to damn near gushing. Her hot moaning stokes the fire in your loins even more.

Without thinking, your hips start to thrust by themselves, desperate for some action. As one more rush of sexual release squirts from Tempest's delicious vagina, you feel your willpower falter, just slightly; a single droplet of precum trails down your shaft, causing you to shudder in anticipation.

"Ah," Tempest smiles, "I think you're just about ready."

She lifts herself off your face, allowing you to breathe again. You start to miss kissing her there already, but you know much better experiences are about to follow.

She repositions herself so you're face-to-face again. Her tongue dives back into your mouth, and you both moan in ecstasy as your sweat and saliva intermingle. Her horn is not just sparking anymore; now it's a steady glow that burns within the core of the horn's breaking point, like a small volcano of blue light.

Her hips begin to teasingly rub against yours. Your fore-hooves caress Tempest's body tenderly, starting at her shoulders, working down past her torso, to her waist, and finally to her smooth, firm flank. Her own hooves slither seductively around you, her left hoof holding the back of your head, pulling you closer into the embrace of her kiss, while her right hoof starts making its way tantalizingly south, towards your erection. Another wave of arousal takes hold as you feel her hoof stroking you, confident and irresistible, just like her.

You can feel the hot, wet dripping from her marehood on your crotch. Among the writhing of sweat and heat, Tempest lowers herself over you, her dripping entrance slowly enveloping your member in soft, wet flesh. You suppress the urge to burst right there and then, but fail to hold back a muffled cry of sexual bliss behind the continuing kiss.

Tempest herself seems to be entranced in her own arousing thrill, rhythmically thrusting faster and faster, until her gasps become so frequent she can no longer focus on kissing you anymore. Her hoof pushes against your chest, and without missing a single thrust of the hips, she continues to ravage you sitting upright instead of parallel.

You grip her flank tighter, taking two silky hoof-fulls of her toned, shapely backside as she continues to slide up and down your cock. You start thrusting your hips to compliment hers, feeling all thought and reason fall away, and be replaced with pure lust.

She's no longer gasping at this point, instead going for soft, panting moans. Over time, her moans grow louder and faster, her voice the audio equivalent of hot syrup. It quickly becomes too much to take.

"I... I'm gonna..."

"No," she demands, "Hold on, I'm almost-"

She's unable to finish her words among the rising cries of pleasure that start to grip her mind. The pressure in your tip is screaming for release, but you bite your bottom lip - almost hard enough to draw blood - in an attempt to hold yourself back from the brink.

Just as you're about to lose the last of your control, Tempest's cries cease, instead becoming such a long, drawn out moan of gratification that she turns her head upwards, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, and her tongue limply hanging out. Her broken horn goes haywire, releasing magic, not as a projectile burst like you expected, but a constant stream of sparks and light that cascade down her naked body like a river. As a sudden wave of Tempest's hot, wet secretion washes over your tip, your fortitude finally breaks. Pulse after pulse of your orgasm shakes your whole body as you feel yourself releasing inside her over and over again.

The magic pouring from her horn flickers off like a faulty switch. With a satisfied sigh, Tempest rolls off your body and lands next to you on the bed as your shaft continues to spurt forth a few more times. And then it's over, your hearts still racing as you both stare at the ceiling in a state of dizzying content. Neither of you have the breath, nor mental cohesion to talk. And so you just lie there with her, staring upwards, listening to her chest rise and fall as she catches her breath.

"See?" whispers Tempest finally, "I told you we had sexual tension."

You agree in the form of dreamy, wordless vocalisations.