Tempest Shadow recoiled away from Sought Touch. She curled up, panting, a wild look in her eye. "Don... Don't touch me right now. I need a moment."

"Okay," whispered back Sought Touch, his voice low and soothing. "Are you okay, Tempest?"

She nodded. "I will be. Just stay right there and give me a second. That was intense." She got up and walked towards him. When she got close, he extended a hand. "I said hands off!" Tempest snarled. "Now don't freak out," she said, standing up by her drawer. She opened it. Sought Touch's eyes dilated wide when he saw the thing his client withdrew: a rondel dagger! She didn't look at him or say anything. She held it contemplatively by the blade and guard, twirling it in her grasp. The mare stepped over to the door and opened it. "I'm going to get a drink..." Tempest said slowly. "You're welcome to join me, just don't try to smother me, got it?" That was fair, wasn't it? Like fuck if she knew.

"Yeah," replied her escort. Tempest tried to look at least somewhat kind and inviting before she shut the door separating the bedroom from the living room. She plopped her way over to the couch and collapsed on it. Rotating the rondel dagger to hold it blade up by the grip, she studied the gleam in its dark steel. She breathed a sigh of relief. What Sought Touch had done to her was intense, nice but intense, unprecendented but intense. She needed a moment to process what had just happened with him. It was not exactly bad; she just instead simply felt, for lack of a better word, off. And so she left him there in the dark so she could tend to herself. A small buzz of anger emerged. "Dear Tempest Shadow," she whisper grumbled at herself, "why the fuck are you such a psycho bitch?"

Sought Touch sat there for a minute. He had suspected that Tempest Shadow would have owned weapons -- it was not at all the least bit strange or unusual for a pony to own a weapon or two, but for her to keep a fighting dagger so close at hand in bed, that was somewhat weird. A little bit alarming, a little bit exciting, but weird. He was going to give her a bit of time before he went to see to her. He was still on the job and she was still his client, and he was never a stallion to just give up easily. She had invited him to follow her, provided he give her a little bit of space. She wasn't the first client to react strongly to orgasm, and she would doubtlessly not be the last.

Taking initiative and putting on his underwear, he exited the bedroom and entered the living room. He saw Tempest Shadow sitting at the coffee table, a very big and very full glass of wine in front of her, and her dagger stabbed into a decorative cutting of a log. She ran her fingers up and down the blunt-edged, chipped, triangular blade, seemingly meditating on the object. In that moment, despite her handling a weapon, all her muscles and scars showing, and what had just transpired, threatening was the last way Sought Touch would have described the mare then. It took but a moment, but he realized why: Sought saw Tempest reenacting something ancient to her -- she had just been hurt and was now alone, again, just like after her first maiming, and just like at other points, too. It was then that the stallion knew exactly what was to come next. He was glad to have put back on his underpants; it was not the time to take a sexual approach with her. She looked so forlorn, like a wet kitten in the snow, and he just wanted to snuggle her and tell her that everything was going to be okay. Never mind how that would likely go; the impulse was there.

He approached, taking deliberately loud steps with pauses between them. Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. Tempest heard this and turned her head. To his surprise, her eyes were not wet with tears. They were instead... he couldn't tell. She just pointed at a spot next to her on the couch and said, "Sit and drink."

He didn't say anything back. Her manner and voice told him how even slight hesitation would be received. He was a bigger emotional threat to her right now than she was physically to him. He sat down. She reclined away from him, her head going on the distant armrest, her hand holding up a big glass of wine. He consulted her in the language of the eyebrow. His waggled up to ask what to do. She made a glance at his refilled glass. He raised to ask if she was sure. She nodded affirmatively. And so he picked up and started sipping away at the wine in silence. He had seen no anger in her gaze. Strange. Like as before, he sipped away at his wine. It was good manners to never appear in a rush to cloud ones mind with substances, nor was it good nor safe escorting. Clients could drink -- this was their time to make themselves happy damn near however they pleased; no matter how pleasurable the work could be or likeable a client, he was on point, at work, and in character. An escort who got drunk could get hurt or taken advantage of. Or worse, a drunk escort could really make a royal fool of themselves. The agency had scant patience for fools.

A quick sideways glance at how Tempest managed her heavy glass told him all he needed to know. The mare was getting just a little bit drunk, or maybe halfway to regular drunk. So long as she didn't go for blasted... He had no idea how well she could cope with alcohol or what it would do to her behavior. At least her hands were off that dagger now. She wouldn't hurt him, but something in him told him that the steel had been red on several occasions, and probably would be so again. She was reclining against the armrest of the couch, her legs spread. He got a good look at her in all her glory, scars and all. She had a modest curve -- more bottom heavy than topheavy despite her outstanding musculature, and was in good shape -- definitely not unattractive if one could appreciate an unconventional taste. She finished her wine with a gulp and finished reclining out like a giant cat. They made eye contact. Unprompted, she sat more up and beckoned.

"Let me hold you." He didn't say anything to her. He scooted backwards between her thighs and let her hug him from behind. She squeezed. Her body was warm and softish. Though she'd growl at him if he said it, she was an excellent hugger. Why did she have to be both adorable and grumpy? Oh well. She snatched away his wine glass and chugged down the remaining half in it, emptying the vessel.

"Hey!" he tried to provoke. She didn't say anything back, but he felt her belly undulate with giggles, or maybe they were chuckles. "It's not nice to tease gentlecolts, you know."

That was too far; he felt her tense, a fist balling on him, but then it relaxed. She paused for breath. He could almost imagine her blushing with a faint tingle. "Just... just- just let me hold you, okay?" She wasn't asking.

He reclined his head backwards onto her chest, into the valley between her breasts. He looked into her eyes. "I'm here for you, Tempest."

"Thank you," she replied, reaching with a hand to caress his cheek with her thumb. "I like you, such a nice colt..." He smiled, nuzzling his hair into her unmarred breast.

He lifted up a finger and tapped it once on her nose. "Boop."

"Don't do that," Tempest giggled with a glare.

"Sorry."

They were quiet once again. He listened to the heartbeat of the mare. She had great emotional control, because she was not showing like somepony whose heart was hammering away. Thumpthumpthumpthump. Thumpthumpthumpthump. Thumpthumpthumpthump. Thumpthumpthumpthump. Thumpthumpthumpthump. Thumpthumpthumpthump. Thumpthumpthumpthump. Sought Touch took her hand into his and intertwined their fingers. Then he hummed gently, controling his breathing to make it almost into a soothing purr. This girl needed a bit of calm, someone safe. He was that one. She squeezed his hand back. He read her eyes and saw that they were filled with gratitude. He was seeing her weak, and he was being supportive, but he wasnt pointing it out or mocking her. Instead he was just being there for her to love on and seek refuge in. He felt her gradually slow. It was bit by bit, an ongoing process. First her grip on his hands loosened. Then her heart began to slacken in its hammering.. Next relaxed her breathing. She slowed her breaths and they became deeper, much better paced and more relaxed. And finally, she stopped clenching her stomach muscles so much, letting her body become soft again and allowing his to slide into her cushioning form. She angled her head down and planted the tiniest ghost of a kiss on the top of his head.

She sighed, "Thank you."

"Nothing to thank me for, Tempest, I'm just being here for you."

She laughed, "Cut the shit, you fucker." She caught herself and took three deep breaths before restarting what it was that she had been saying. "What I meant to say, Sought, was thank you. Thank you for making me feel good. Thank you for making me feel attractive in the first time since... I don't know, maybe like ever."

"Like I've said, Tempest, you're a gorgeous and worthwhile mare -- any stallion to find himself in your bed is lucky."

"Really?" She cocked an eyebrow at him. And there was that icy glare again. He squeezed her hand and she responded. And there it was again, suddenly shy and bashful for a mare who had just a few minutes ago had him wrist deep in her cunt. Her voice became quiet, soft, skittish, timid. "Sought... can I tell you something uh... personal?"

"If you want to. I'm listening."

"Will you tell anypony else?"

"Not a soul. Discretion is an escort's game."

She nodded. "What you... what you just did for me... I really don't know what to say about it. I..."

"It's okay to not have any words, especially right after I kinda sorta just did yank your soul out through your pussy. You liked it, right? I didn't hurt you?"

"Uh-nun," Tempest shook her head, "I really liked it. Now, I am definitely no virgin, but that was the first... the first in really long time when a stal- anypony made me feel good, and uh, well, other things, too."

He made a happy noise into her breast, giving it a chaste kiss. "I'm glad to make you feel good."

"No no no, more than just good, how do I say it? Fuck, wanted... I guess while you were touching me, I felt wanted -- safe, even a little bit beautiful." The stallion smiled genuinely and surged up to plant a surprise kiss on the mare's jaw. She hugged him around the middle, pinning him there. "Please not now. Just let me talk, okay." She straightened herself out, then yawned and stretched. "I haven't always had the best sex life. Okay, scratch that, I've never had the best sex life. When I first set out on my own, I was a filly. Then I was all alone in a foreign country. It was scary. For a while I kept myself afloat using odd jobs, but I guess you could say I found out I have a talent for violence." She wrenched free the dagger and held it by the blade. "Don't worry." She dragged her fingertips across his belly. "Next thing I knew, I wasn't a filly anymore. I had... urges and nobody to watch over me or tell me what was what. Next thing I knew, I was in a different bed every night, or taking on three guys behind a bar, or getting a dancer to lick me in the VIP. It was fun, but nobody really, y'know, cared..." She drew her fingertips together pensively. "I was on operation, in battle all the time, going from war to war -- I didn't really take care of myself, made some stupid mistakes, got jerked around and my heart broken. Tried to convince myself I was the one actually using them." She paused. "I've just spent so much of my life feeling like an object, a tool. No different than this rondel, really. Guess you could say good for penetration. And even when I did have sex, it often, well, was fucking bad. Stallion, bucks, tiercels, mares, jennies, sows, a lot of them not really considerate. Like we'd, or they, would have fun, it'd be it. They didn't really care about my pleasure -- I was just an ugly mare who'd let them have my body."

"That's terrible..."

"Do you remember me saying I wanted you to make me remember how it felt to be made to feel like a mare?"

"Yeah."

"Well, with what you just did, you made me realize something."

He got a bit of tightness in his chest. Please anything but a case of the feelings and attacheditis. "Like what?" Sought Touch grinned at her, hiding his slight anxiety.

"That I have never been made to feel like a mare. Nobody, pony or not, has ever given me that kind of respect as a person, let alone in bed."

He brushed her cheek, cooing, soothing, "Tempest..." She did not pull away. She didn't even tense up. Instead, she kept sighing to him slowly, revealing herself to him as emotionally naked.

"That's the real reason why I haven't had sex in nine years. I just felt dirty -- used and unworthy, as if sex was some brute itch that others used bodies like toys to scratch before throwing away. But I am a mare and I have needs, and pretending I don't have them won't make them fuck off and die. I need to be a mare in this, even if I'm not a real mare in the eyes of many. My scars, I'll tell you about them later if you want, but... well, they make others see me as lesser, uglier. I may look like murder, but there's a mare in here, and she needs to be loved. I was so unsure if I even would miss anything, had been missing anything, should or could have needs, that I just didn't even know if I was right for even wanting to try. That's why I was so on edge earlier, that's why I wanted you to just jam it in and be done with it. I've had sex, Sought, but I've never made love." His eyes opened in realization, a silent epiphany on his lips.

She pressed both her hands on his chest. They made eye contact. "So how can I help you, Tempest Shadow? I am here for you right now. What can I do to make you the happiest mare on two legs?" She sucked air through her teeth. "No need to be shy," he reassured.

"Okay. Okay. Just getting used to this whole frank and open about me and sex thing."

"Not to worry," Sought Touch said, "plenty of us, mares and stallions, sometimes get that way -- I used to, too." She chuckled a bit. It was a lovely chuckle, bouncy and springy, like the pop of a big bubble. "So tell me what you want and I'll make it happen."

"I want..." Tempest blushed. "I want to suck your dick while you pet me and tell me that I'm beautiful and make you feel so good. Don't let me stop until I've made you cum in my mouth. Be sure to call my name while you're cumming for me, and say how I'm such a good mare. I know it's out of character, but..."

Her escort wriggled a bit. He said, "You have a bit of a pleaser submissive streak? That's totally normal. Tons of ponies like giving pleasure just as much as receiving. It's not out of character at all for somepony who's spent much of her life in service of one kind or other. Anyway, Tempest, please continue. What would you like to do next?"

"After that, let's just have a glass of wine and talk stupid shit, like movies, like fillyfriend and coltfriend. I'm a bit drunk, so maybe I'll be goofy a little for you." She gave him a smile. It was still a bit awkward, but a truly substantial improvement over the horror rictus grin she had given him earlier when first inviting him into her place to begin with and then her attempt at looking at him seductively on the way into the bedroom. He could not fault the mare for trying, however, especially when he knew from her story that this must be extremely difficult for her.

He noticed that the wine bottle was getting pretty close to killed, but the mare wasn't slurring, so he assumed she was fine. If she got seriously intoxicated, he'd refuse sexual service and just keep her company. Not fun, and a great way to find a mountain of complaint calls when he got back to the agency -- they would always back an escort playing it safe -- certainly far better than the fallout for taking a mare who could not consent. If he did that, getting puked on during the act, or an unhappy manager would be the least of his worries. "You got it, Tempest. What else?"

Her hands ventured down to between his legs. She started fondling his dick and balls through the fabric of his underwear. "And after that, Sought Touch, once you've had time to recharge that cock of yours, I want you to do it with me. Have sex with me face to face and be tender. And again, don't stop until you cum inside me. Let's just see how it goes. Just be careful at first, okay, my pussy hasn't been used for this in nine years."

"And anything else?"

She felt him. He was displaying a positive skyward Throckmorton in her direction. "I don't know. Cuddles until it's time to go?"

"You got it." He grinned.

She grinned back. "Good. Now it's my turn to make you squirm." She flashed a wicked grin, pushing him upright and then into a mirror of her position. She got down between his legs and pulled off his underpants. "Hard already?"

He caressed her mane. "Y-yeah, I'm so turned on right now. Please, Tempest, suck my dick." He drew in a practiced gasp of faux nervousness. Let her feel powerful and sexy. She stabbed her dagger back into the decorative log cutting. A small thrill of fear ran through him as he contemplated he was about to get very intimate with a mare who could really take him. He knew that he was safe with her; she was a big softy disguised as the angriest hardass this side of the San Palomino.

"I thought you'd never ask." She licked her lips and lowered her head, opening her mouth. She hesitated. It had been so long. What if she got it wrong? But then she felt her companion's warm hand brush her face and her hair, pushing some stray strands out of her eyes. So kind of him.

She gave his semi hard length a lick, and with a thrill felt it start swelling. "Oh, Tempest...!"

Author's Note

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed. Sorry for taking forever to get this live -- today was busy as hell. I promise the next chapter will come out far sooner tomorrow. I thought that a character focus chapter would be a good breather before going for the rest of the fic which is going to be extremely heavy on sex. And how are the characters? What do you think? As always, I love comments.

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