"Did you just refuse me?"

Anger threatened to rear up -- how dare he get her in this position and then refuse her!? She was tempted to yell, to hit him, but a feeling she didn't expect came over her: rekuef. "You paid for my companionship and time, Tempest Shadow, not for my body, and right now, you need a friend more than you need a mate. Besides, no stallion worth fucking would ever dream of just ramming it in dry without pleasing his mare first. What I'm about to ask of you may not be easy, and I understand why, but would you let me be good to you on one condition? You use your words and not respond with hostility every single time you feel anything -- I can't pretend to know what's going on in your head, but for you to get the experience you deserve, you need to help me by playing along nicely and gently. Be good to me so I can be good to you. Be kind, Tempest, that is all I ask. If you cannot handle that, tell me to fuck off and I will leave, refunding you for the time not yet spent. So, my fiery mare, will you let me be good to you?"

Tempest Shadow met his eyes. She had underestimated him. He was not some stupid stallion and had seen right through all her bluff and bluster, right into what she knew what she truly needed. The clever, seductive bastard had just blown right through her usual defenses with a piercing, simple question: did she want to be treated like a mare or a monster? There was only one answer. "Okay, but I'm still in charge."

"Good!" Sought Tough chirped back. "So, now that unless you want to have sex right this second, and delaying doesn't take it off the menu nor create a demand that it must happen, what would you like to do, Tempest?"

The mare was quiet. She opened her lips a bit and inhaled. He caught her blush. Despite her scarring, her muscles, and her temper, she was cute. She breathed out in a nervous squeak, "Could you hold me?"

"Of course I can, my dear," he said, coming down on her side, an arm still around her. He plopped down on his side and snaked his other arm under her neck, wrapping her in ane embrace.

"But please no kissing; if I want that, I'll do that to you."

"Naturally, my dear." He felt Tempest relax as his touch settled comfortably around her lower ribs, becoming more caring than sexual. He was cradling her in his arms like a stallion should. The no kissing request wasn't weird or unusual -- lots of mares and stallions reserved kissing only for their special somepony. Hell, half the escorts he knew didn't do it at all and another third of them only did it very lightly.

She shuddered, a nameless tension she didn't even realize departing from her, evaporating like summer's afternoon rains off a hot rock. Here she was, just a mare with a stallion. She turned over and pressed against his arms, putting her back to his chest but enjoying the contacted nevertheless. Tempest heaved a truly enormous sigh of relief. He wasn't going to just fuck her to get it over with and then run off. He wasn't going to just make her spread her legs. He wasn't going to mock her for being frigid or being a bitch. He wasn't even repulsed by her. And now he was doing what no stallion before him had ever done. He was holding her, just holding her, skin to skin, and letting her enjoy it no reason other than it felt nice and she wanted him to. For the first time in a great long while, Tempest Shadow relaxed and smiled.

Tempest eventually stirred, feeling very warm and comfortable, but also stiff. She yawned and stretched, then felt something heavy and warm. She hadn't slept, but she had been in a pleasant reverie

She asked very quietly, "Could could... Could you, Sought Touch, please take get naked and hold me?"

"No need to be so coy, Tempest, we're just companions together here. I don't bite... unless you ask nicely and tell me where." She elbowed him. "OW! Sorry!"

"Damn right you are."

He glowered at the back of her head. "Didn't I just tell you to use your words and be nice to me or I'd leave?"

"R-Right," Tempest said with a blush as her companion momentarily sat up to strip nude. When he returned, she felt a kind of warmth. Body to body, almost. It was nice. He smelled nice. He smelled masculine, but also a touch perfumed. No smell of gunpowder, blood, grease, or death. She could drink him right up with her nose and savor him that way. But she had a better idea. "Tigher," she instructed, exhaling almost imperceptibly as he deepened his embrace. And there she let him hold her for a long time. She pushed herself backwards and felt something hard touch her butt. "Is that your...?"

"Yeah," laughed her companion, backing away.

"I was just as-asking -- it wasn't bothering me."

"Okay then," said Sought Touch, pushing his hips forward again to rest his hardon in the crack of Tempest's admittedly very nice and toned ass.

She gave a little wriggle. "Do you like my ass?"

"It's very nice," he said. It only took him a split second to realize what she was trying to do.

"Do you like my body, Sought?"

"I do."

"Really?" There was that aggression again, but confined this time. She squeezed his arm with her fingertips until it passed. "Have you even looked at me? Come on, sit up and have a look at me." He didn't have a choice; Tempest was pushing him off and siding away. He sat up and saw her looking hard at him. "Take a good look at me and tell me what you see." She sat crosslegged, hands on knees, again in that stiff military posture.

He looked her up and down. He could not lie, the poor mare had been to hell and back, and probably more than once, too. Apart from the number done on her breast, the tip of her ear was missing, she had a scar over her right eye, a broken horn, but worst of all was that a large patch of her belly was discolored and completely bald. He'd seen such before only in photographs, but he recognized it immediately -- burn scars. He took his time looking to make up his answer. "I see a pretty mare."

Tempest laughed, "Hah! Pretty? Me? Look at me, I'm hideous -- covered in scars and injuries."

"So you're not unblemished, nopony is. So you've got some imperfections, some marks, but those don't make you ugly. I like your body, Tempest, I think it shows that you're a strong mare with a lot of character." He paused, thinking. "Hey, I have an idea."

"What?"

"Let's explore each other purely by touch."

No smile came to the lips of the gnarled mare, but she did agree. "I like the sound of that." He flashed the magic in his horn for a split second. He saw her silhouette first check her nightstand, and then go over to him when she noticed the glow of his horn. "I don't know you were a unicorn."

He chuckled back nervously, "Eeeyeah, my horn's kinda small, so uh, I don't like to draw attention to it. much."

"I know how that feels."

She moves towards him. "At least you understand that bit of what it's like to be me." She paused, but then made herself continue. "Do ponies ever make you feel like you're... lesser because of your horn size?"

"Can I tell you the honest swear-on-Celestia's-radiant-cunt-lips truth, Tempest?"

"Yeah."

"Small height, small horn, small stallion -- lesser stallion, so they say." He was taking a huge gamble, but he had to build her trust. If he told her this and she reacted badly, he'd be back to square one. If he told her this and she reacted like he hoped, then he'd have to find some way to focus back on her needs again instead of caring for him, "Not all the time, but sometimes they do. The local unicorn club likes to pretend I'm not on the roster. And the agency doesn't let me advertise as a unicorn -- they say mares don't want unicorns with tiny horns. I don't doubt them; I've never met a mare who got misty-eyed thinking about how underendowed her lover was in any department..." He chuckled, "They used to call me Stubby at school because of it."

"Stubby? Hah!" Tempest laughed a really throaty belly laugh. "That's hilarious, dude!"

"I know, it's funny now, but it did hurt back then. I lost friends over it -- they didn't want to catch the horn cooties or whatever it was."

Tempest hadn't been expecting Sought Touch to be the least bit like her, but that smallness in his horn, how it must make him feel. A nearly forgotten, almost ancient emotion bubbled up from the hardened mare's heart. Compassion. "Hey, I know it's really hard for me to say this, but I understand what that's like. When my horn got broken off, I was young. I was an outcast after that -- nopony wanted to play with the freak filly with the fucked up horn who shot sparks. That's why I left Equestria. And now that I'm back, it's still not much different. I see it in their eyes, in how they deliberately walk around me, how the cashiers never make small talk with me despite coming to the same markets for three years now, and how mares order their foals to not talk to me..." She put a hand on his knee.

"Tempest, that's terrible. I got nothing on that." He returned her touch, but added his second hand, gripping her on the waist. She didn't give any sign that he was unwelcome, a massive improvement from even just minutes ago, so he gently massaged up her side. He explored her body with his hands and fingers. She was a hard mare, muscular and sinewey, slightly bony and gaunt -- clearly one who had long lived hard. But, closing his eyes, his hands told her of her true beauty. She had softness and warmth, and her body certainly was nicely toned. And from her thighs to her hips to her chest, she had a lovely, subdued, curved figure. His hands came to her chest. His fingertips traipsed up her ribs. "May I?" She said nothing, but instead placed his hands on her breasts. He immediately began kneading gently. He'd touched so many breasts before, but these were special. One was wholly natural, the other crafted by science. He could not deny that the natural breast was amazing; had she been not quite so gnarled and maimed, she had real model material right there on her chest. The other, well... Sought knew his way around sad cases, and judging from the scarring, it was a miracle that this filly even had a breast there at all -- no mistaking the feeling of a reconstruction that was easily eighty plus percent saline in a bag. Shame about that -- must had been done a long time ago outside of Equestria; silicone had been the choice for augmentations for easily the past ten to fifteen years in country. The mare inhaled then held her breath. He laughed, knowing what was about to come next, "These are lovely, Tempest, really nice. Good shape and texture. I could play with these all day."

"You bullshitter, you," Tempest laughed with just a faint hint of growling mixed with arousal. "Thank you."

"How about you touch me, too?"

"Okay. Just no touching my stomach." Tempest extended her hands and felt this stallion. She immediately noticed that Sought Touch was warm and soft. The least bit of inspection revealed that his body was primarily unblemished. He had a bit of muscle, but he was frankly soft. An okay physique, just soft. If she weren't quite so inhibited, she'd be pushing him down and snuggling him like a big teddy bear. She instead just touched him back, tracing the outline and texture of his body in her mind's eye. The darkness had freed her somewhat, now that she knew he couldn't see her properly, hiding her deformities from him. As his hands touched her breasts, she felt some pangs of arousal, a sensation not at all unfamiliar to her, but to feel it with another was interesting, and not just an entirely physical reaction. To her own amazement, she found herself actually liking his touch intellectually, too. She blushed and realized there was a heat in her chest. She drew in a sharp breath.

She got one word in response. "More?"

"Y-y-y-eah..."

"Okay." The ministrations on her breasts increased. Little jolts of pleasure came from her nipples. She gave her first pleasured noise, a miniscule gasp somewhere on the cusp between audible and inaudible frequencies. "Hng! That was cute."

She snapped back, railing against it on impulse. "I am not cute, got it!?"

Shit! The escort had forgotten just how truly delicate this particular client could be. With her scars, professed dry spell, and history of mistreatment, it would be more alarming if she weren't. "Sorry, Tempest." She didn't say anything back, but continued to let him touch her, starting to lean into his massage. Her body began to rock a little bit. The first beads of sweat started to form on her chest. A musky fragrance started wafting up, telling him he was appreciated.

"Sought Touch, please go lower."

"To where?"

The mare hesitated. "Let me get naked. And then I want you to touch me down there. I want you to make me feel good."

Grinning, the satllion answered, "Let's do it!" Tempest slid herself out of her clothes, but she watched as Souht Touch stood up to help her, and in doing so, made it almost a kind of dance, giving her some theater. He paraded and twirled for her. Tempest grew again very still, just drinking in the spectacle in the low light, her eyes adjusted to the darkness. This felt private. Here he was dancing only for her, because she wanted and asked him. Maybe there was something to using honey instead of vinegar after all? Her panties came down and she threw them at him, joking, "Catch!" He did, grinning, holding them up before casting them aside. Now she was nude. Sought Touch danced over to her, She realized how he had his job -- at least one part of him was impressive. She clenched. Could she take something of that size? He got on the bed and crawled towards her on all fours. "So, baby, what do you want?" This had been going better than he'd hoped. Granted, by his reckoning, he should have done this at least an hour ago, but, well, she'd wisely made a very long booking, and was plainly going to need every minute of it. No matter, he enjoyed a challenge unlike the usual mares who could pulled through the motions and wrapped giggling around his cock less than ten minutes into a standard hour long session. That was their discretion, their decision, but it did get boring after a while when he could run a session essentially on autopilot.

Almost speechless, Tempest spread her legs and laid back for him. His touch started at her knees. Then it rose to her thighs. He clapped a hand on the inside of one. Heat suffused her cheeks. She expecting him to clap her on the hip next, but instead, he just kept his hand there and carpeted her body with kisses from hip to head, Then she saw him, looking her right in the eyes with a burning expression. His lips were parted. His face was so close. She gulped and shut her eyes, offering him her lips. She felt his hot breath on her. He smelled good. Mwah! She opened her eyes in surprise as he kissed her... Sought Touch kissed her right on the nose. "You tease!" she tried to scold him as he went down below, but her complaint died in her throat as he kissed her neck and his hand wormed its way to her vulva. This was hot. "Oh, wow," she breathed. Her loins felt heated. She could smell her own arousal.

"You're so wet," he said, kissing the nape of her neck to a small shudder of excitement.

She was too aroused to say anything back. The first male in nine years to show her this kind of attention and her body wasn't going to let anything interrupt that. She spread her thighs wider on instinct and pressed onto his hand. She gasped as his mouth met her breasts, not even neglecting her mutilated one. She felt pleasure from it. She found herself trying to stifle her noises. Then her fingers were wrapped around the back of her gentlecolt's head, kneading gently, encouraging him to venture further with her. She cradled his head to her chest, holding it right in the valley between her breasts. Her free hand, however, was clenched into a balled fist. With him leaning on her, he could go to town with both hands.

Pleasure mounted. One hand's fingers saw to her clit, toying it around like a piece of candy, and the other dug into her slit, fucking her with his fingers.

The mare's hips began to buck. She hadn't masturbated in... Tempest realized she hadn't masturbated in quite a while!

Her body's engine, so long since dormant, had been brought roaring back to life. And she was very soon firing on all cylinders. Holy fuck she was sensitive! This felt good, really really really good. So good, being touched by a stallion felt soooo goooooood! She prayed internally to Celestia, Luna, and all the deities of the lands she had traveled that he didn't stop. She couldn't bear the thought of him stopping -- she just wanted him to keep going like this for all eternity. Her pleasure and lust soared higher on wings of flame. Oh, yes! This was good, this was great, this was fantastic. This was exactly what she needed!

Then Tempest felt herself careening for the wall. She remembered what was going to come next -- she would lose control of her body and go wild, bucking her hips, making sounds, all whilst overwhelmed by pleasure. For a moment, it was a hot idea, but then she remembered something, something that during all her years had kept her alive: never be unable to defend yourself.

She tried to say something, to let out some kind of noise to alert Sought touch, but her body was rocking to his. His suckling at her chest only made it harder for her to speak. Her pleasure was peaking. She felt a strange twisting somewhere between her navel and hips. She heard herself squeal, "Sought!"

Her lover heard her strangled squeal of his name just as she began bucking her hips in earnest, a couple seconds before he felt the suffusing of heat and fluids in her pussy. He smiled in satisfaction, whispering her name to heat her along this orgasm. "Tempest... Tempest... Tempest..." He sped up, getting immediate results. Her legs shot out, thrashing as climax overrode her body's conscious control. He was hard, already thinking about how, like most mares, odds were she would absolutely love to be taken immediately afterwards while she was fresh and rutted through her next several orgasms, or at least through the height of her sensitivity. He started planning on how to sexily grab a condom and lube it when she formed her first coherent words.

"Sought! Stought! Stot! Stoi!" Wait, something was wrong, He slowed down, ready to react. She surged against his hand, shuddering. Her eyes were red. His heart sank like a stone. "STOP!"

Author's Note

Thanks again for reading! Next update to come tomorrow. But what will it be that Tempest was about to say?

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