Stress Relief

by Strawberryjuice

Rating: mature
Tags: Capper, Non-consensual, Tempest Shadow, Sex, My Little Pony: The Movie, Violence, Dark, Porn
Length: 1658

Tempest Shadow uses Capper for stress relief.

Tempest Shadow, hot on the trail of Princess Twilight, is feeling stressed. How is she supposed to unwind, stuck on her airship? With some feline fun of course.

Featuring: F/M, reverse rape, magical shock torture

Cover art by Moka-Sin, used with permission.

Published 2018-01-02 21:10:05 UTC
Last updated 2018-01-02 21:10:05 UTC

Stress Relief

Tempest stomped back and forth on the deck of her airship. Her nerves were getting to her. She was so close to finally getting her horn back and then the princess got away, not just once but twice, they still hadn’t caught up to the ship they stowed away on, and she was sure this cat was lying about where they were headed!

Lightning exploded from her horn and singed the deck, scaring both Grubber and Capper, as her frustration got the better of her again. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She noticed Grubber and Capper still eyeing her carefully and resumed her stomping.

She needed some way to calm down, she needed to relieve stress. But how would she manage that now? In an airship with a bunch of morons!

More electricity burst from her horn, and a sudden sound caught her attention. Capper yowled as the tip of his tail was caught in the magical outburst. As the cat pet his poor tail, Tempest kicked the deck with her hind legs. She just had an idea. Not her best idea, but she’d make do with what she had.

“You,” she called to the cat. “Follow me. Now.”

She didn’t wait for an answer. She turned around and headed towards her chambers in the ship. Capper looked after her cautiously but didn't dare defy the explosive unicorn.

The two storm guards standing watch outside the door to Tempest’s quarters eyed Capper suspiciously as he passed between them. He had almost hoped they would stop him from entering, but he didn't seem to have such luck that day. As he entered, the guards slammed the door shut behind him, nearly trapping his tail.

Capper took in the sight of the commander's cabin. It was bleak. A dark bed, a flag with the Storm King's emblem on it on the wall, and some boxes filled with documents. The commander herself stood in the middle of the near empty room. She didn't say anything so Capper took it as a command to approach her. He stopped once she opened her mouth.

“I am angry,” she said surprisingly calmly. Capper gulped. “I'm stressed out with everything that's happened in the past days,” she continued. “I don't expect you to know how I feel though. I expect you to just do exactly as I tell you.”

With that, she pounced and Capper fell to the floor. Air left his lungs as her hoof slammed on his chest. She put a lot of weight on that hoof.

“I know you're lying. The ponies aren't going to Black Skull Island,” she said softly as she leaned closer. “But you can tell me all about that later. Right now I need to unwind.”

One of her hooves landed heavily on his tail and he yowled again.

“Ohoho, that's it,” she hummed as her horn rattled. “I love it when you squeal.”

And squeal he did. Shock after shock ran through his body as he squirmed under her hoof. The sounds of his screaming, the rattling of magical sparks and Tempest’s ecstatic laughter echoed through and out of her chambers, reminding her guards why they feared her.

It didn't last long though. But only because Tempest wanted Capper to be conscious at least for a while longer. She raised her hoof off his tail and moved it up bringing it between his thighs, close enough to brush against the fur of his most sensitive area.

“Please, no,” Capper coughed out weakly.

“Oh, what are you afraid I'll do?” she questioned pushing her hoof closer, pressing against his balls. “Something like this?”

She brought her hoof up and Capper screamed. But he was caught by surprise when there was no pain. Quite the opposite in fact. Tempest’s hoof softly pressed above his balls, to the underside of his sheath. His manhood quickly reacted, despite the previous torture.

“What are you doing?” he asked, cautious and embarrassed at the same time.

“Unwinding,” she whispered.

Her horn lit again and Capper braced himself, but the shock didn't hit him. Electric magic flowed from her horn, passing over her armor harmlessly until it reached her crotch where it exploded.

Tempest squealed as her own magic ripped through her bodysuit and burned her pussy and thighs. But not in pain. She enjoyed the shock.

Without removing her hoof from Capper’s chest, she moved her body so her hot wet lower lips pressed against his shaft.

“This is me time,” she said rubbing herself against him. “You are an object I use to relieve myself. Nothing more. You do not move, you do not touch me, you do not speak.” She angled her entrance to the tip of his dick. “Feel free to squeal though. You know I like that.”

Capper gasped as she suddenly fell down, plunging more than half of his cock in her wet heat. He quickly composed himself, scared of being shocked again for making unwanted noises. Tempest gyrated on his member, panting, clearly enjoying herself.

“This is exactly what I needed,” she hummed.

Her horn crackled again, a short shock singeing Cappers sensitive whiskers. As he screamed, Tempest laughed and gently lifted her body off him. His scream turned in to a moan as her tight marehood pulled on his cock greedily. She pulled until only the head of his cock remained inside her, but instead of falling back down, stayed up, hovering above him, teasing both of them.

Even knowing it to be a bad idea, Capper couldn’t stop his body from thrusting up into her. Tempest growled with a smile and brought her hoof down on his chest hard, knocking the air out of him again.

“I said, you do not move,” she said as her horn rattled again.

Capper almost begged but managed to keep his mouth shut.

“Good kitty,” she smiled.

Surprisingly gently, Tempest pushed back down. Capper bit his lip as his entire cock slowly sank back in to that heat. Too soon, Tempest felt her puffy lips make contact with his furry sheath. He lacked the size of a stallion, he couldn’t quite push in to her as deep as she might have wanted, but she could enhance the experience in other ways. She brought her lips to his cheek, putting a gentle kiss on them before whispering in his ear.

“Squeal.”

And with that she bit down on his ear. It wasn’t a gentle loving nibble, she wanted to hurt him, sinking her teeth in to the sensitive flesh of his ear and pulling back. She didn’t bite hard enough to draw blood but hard enough to make him cry in pain.

“Oooooh yes,” she moaned as she let go. “That’s it!”

She lifted her cunt off him before slamming back down. Before he could react to the pleasure, another shock hit him, and this time she didn’t stop at just a small shock. Small explosions rattled, not on just his body but around the room, and even her own body, leaving small burns everywhere.

And as he squealed, she laughed ecstatically, and bounced her body on top of him. Her marehood kept a tight grip on his cock as she pulled herself off him, and when only his head remained inside, she plunged back down, his cock grinding against her insides oh-so deliciously.

The wet slaps of her soaked cunt coming down on top of him were almost inaudible with the crackling of magic and screaming of the cat. The guards outside the door decided to leave their post and find somewhere a bit safer until she was done.

She fucked him with delight, riding him hard against the floor, all the while moaning, growling and laughing. The feeling was hellish. Her hot wetness around his cock was possibly the most pleasured he’d ever felt, while the random shocks of magical electricity and explosions around him were incredibly painful. His body was confused, not sure how to react to the conflicting feelings.

But despite all this, a pressure was building inside him. With each thrust it became more powerful, rising with the pleasure as Tempest rode him like a furious animal. Fast deep motions, passionate and rough, her wetness soaked in to his fur more and more with each thrust. He was close suddenly. Close to exploding inside her. But he was scared to cum. It would mean and end to the pleasure but surely continuation to the pain.

Tempest suddenly stopped and moaned loudly. Her horn crackled and fizzled, and the magic flowing through it stopped dead. He hoped this meant what he thought it meant.

“Y-yess,” she growled. “I’m gonna cum.”

She jumped once more and her pussy tightened around him, twitching in pleasure. She moaned, her eyes crossed and she came. Even more wetness soaked his groin as she squirted on top of him. He barely kept himself from cumming as her cunt milked him desperately. He clawed the floor as he fought against the pleasing sensation.

Once she had rode her orgasm fully, she sighed and finally stood up. His cock fell out of her with a wet lewd sound. She took a step back to admire her work. The cat panted on the floor exhausted, some black marks on his fur where her magic had really burned him, his cock still throbbing, begging for release.

Tempest smiled as she thought she might do something for someone else for once. She took careful aim and sent a shock from her horn. It struck directly against the head of Cappers poor cock.

He screamed as he came. Pain flashed through his body as his cock spurted his load on himself and the floor.

Tempest smiled and walked to the door.

“Join me on the deck once your done cleaning after yourself.”

Author's Note

Short story for the new year to hopefully get back to writing again.