The movie began. Sought Touch had seen it enough times to recite it perfectly, so he didn't need to pay attention to it very much. Besides, even with his dick still leaking cum from that spectacular sucking mere minutes ago, he was still at work and it'd only just hit what he could call smooth sailing. His client was relaxed and seemingly moderately happy. She had told him what she actually wanted, so he was now delivering it as best as he could. And now that at least some of her defenses had been lowered, and she seemed to be content that he really wasn't going to hurt her, she was even relaxing enough to let him treat her like a normal customer. He still wouldn't tell her that what they were doing right now was adorable, however.

"AAaaaa!" Tempest intoned at him with her mouth open expectantly. He picked up another pizza roll and popped it into her mouth. She immediately chewed and swallowed it before repeating the process. Seriously, for a hardass mare of war, she had no business play acting this cute. He guessed it did make sense, though, considering how hard her life must have been. Simply put, was it wrong for her to want to be the pony being the one being taken care of for once? "Feed me!" Tempest demanded, nearly giggling like a schoolfilly. Who knew a bit of booze and some affection would have this sort of effect on her? Sought Touch had thought he had indeed seen almost everything. Seemingly sweet mares who were venemous sadists hell bent for leather. The most hardcore bull butch feminist mares who really wanted to be overwhelmed by a strong stallion who made them feel like a sheltered filly. Intellectual purple alicorn mares who would flood the room acting out a fantasy of being reduced to a near brainless hypersexualized object for stallions to fuck, sometimes in gangbang sessions. Military mares who spokes in swears and slang whose idea of a good round involved intellectual conversation and philosophical problems in between and even in fact sometimes during rounds of intercourse. Powerful mares who just wanted to be subjugated. Weak mares who just wanted to feel mighty. Mares who wanted the experience of being loved without the constraints of a real relationship. Mares who just wanted a lay without having to deal with feelings. Mares who swore up and down they'd never imagine themselves doing this. Mares who even considered paying for sex as their hobby. Mares who were on disability and had nothing but time. Mares who worked triple digit hours and had everything but time. Mares who were just as plain Jane vanilla as they seemed. Mares who were as head tiltingly kinky as they seemed. But never had he met a mare who was quite the same variety of surprising as this one.

"Okay okay, Darling," smiled back Sought Touch, popping yet another pizza roll into her mouth. Then he ate one himself. He was getting hungry. What else to eat? Her pussy, perhaps? That could indeed be quite the fun treat for this mare. Everypony ought to receive oral sex while enjoying some quality entertainment at the same time, or so he liked to claim. Of course, if head was being given well, it would be almost literally fucking impossible to properly enjoy the other entertainment. The gentlecolt of fortune and beds considered it a challenge -- his customers weren't getting his services right unless they were so apoplectic with pleasure they would scarcely notice that they were even in a room at all.

After the opening credits, Tempest became quiet. The opening gunbattle started. She tensed. Somehow, she said, "I remember my first battle. I was a teenager at the time." As the armored troopers went through, the foremost of them dying, she added, "It seemed like I'd never get through, but I did. I can't even remember if I killed anyone, but when it was over, we were living and they weren't."

"That's heavy."

"Yeah." The scene changed. "And what this Lord's doing to demand information isn't out of the ordinary for out there beyond Equestria. Reminds me of my training, actually. When it doubt, yell and get violent."

The escort nodded. "This part here on the planet, I'd like to think that's how lives were before we happened to them."

"What do you mean?" She was definitely drunk -- not too drunk to consent, but drunk enough to let him know without thinking steel was the best way to ensure his silence.

"I mean that this is how, more or less, I'd like to think civilians lived before the war came and touched them. Happy families just getting by until we showed up under orders, for some reason or another, and put the property to the torch and the ponies to the sword."

"That's fucked up." Mares bragged about shit all the time -- exagerated, misconstrued, and lied, but this was not that. H e was in the room with a murderer. He had to admit it was uncomfortable. He didn't want to hold her quite so much.

"Yeah. Tell me about it. It wasn't right, but we had to do it. I don't think you could understand."

"Couldn't I now?"

Tempest shook her head. "You had to be there. War is easy. Peace is, well, fucking damn near impossible. You can't just kill problems in peace; you instead actually have to solve them, because ponies are just too damn squeamish about a spot of blood and a few loud bangs when it comes to settling a problem or two permanently and preemptively."

"That's a very dark way to think of things."

"I guess you're right. I just spent most of my life at war -- not like I really know all that much of anything else, you know?"

He didn't say anything back, instead kissing her on the cheek and nuzzling into her chest. With time, she returned the gesture, too. He neer before for a moment had thought he would look at a mighty warrior like this. Victim and victimizer. He somehow felt pity. Compassion, respect, fear? Yes. But never pity. His forearm was wrapped around her back and he felt where she had been maimed and burned. There had once been a healthy, unmarred mare there. Once upon a time it had been so. But not anymore. Her belly and back had been set ablaze, and now were bald, mottled into a mixture of shiny pale white and pink. His cheek felt her maimed breast. Hard, circular, scarred. A thick keloid scar had taken the place of the nipple. It had to have been beleagured before finally being surgically reconstructed. But even with the best surgery Equestria could provide and money could buy, nothing was going to hide marks like his client bore. As he saw the Stormhoofers look for the heroes through the town, he wondered what they were like, who they were, and how they looked under the armor. What did they do when off duty? Who had they been before they picked up a weapon? And would their jobs one day see them on the wrong end of a shot?

The heroes were now in the cantina. Tempest saw the bounty hunter approach the scoundrel and begin threatening him. "Do it," she muttered at the smuggler.

"Why shouldn't he try to talk his way out of this instead of just blowing him away?"

"Because the moment the gun came into play, it sent an implicit message. It said 'I don't care about your life and I am absolutely okay with killing you. I see no problem with the possibility of your imminent death.'"

Sought's eyes widened. He inhaled, "Aaahhh... So when somepony begins by introducing the element of lethal force, you are completely within your rights to defend yourself by whatever means necessary."

The scoundrel shot the bounty hunter dead under the table. Tempest smiled, saying, "You're a quick study, Sought. You know, maybe you could have been a pretty good mercenary if your circumstances had just been a little bit different. I ever go back, I'll take you as my 'assistant.'"

He didn't know how to take that. "Thanks, Tempest, thanks for that insight." It wasn't the first time a customer had made him uncomfortable, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Different kinds of revelations got different reactions from him. Being in the company of a mare who actually was married and even so with foals, sadly, was so common, as to not even be worth considering. The day husbands of Equestria learned to listen, lick, and leave spotless, he would go out of business. Being in the company of a mare with a hidden kinky side was comfortable. Being in the company of a mare who held dark fantasies was comfortable, too, and he would be a liar if he claimed to never have had a dark fantasy or two or more. But to be in the company of a killer, a trained killer, one who even liked him and said he'd be a good one, too, that was new, and frankly extremely uncomfortable. He was professionally used to customers telling him all kinds of things, from their grandad's recent death, to being jealous of a coworker who had gotten a better office birthday party, to partaking in a quick bout of fun while on a business trip. He'd been with guardsmares who he knew had shed blood. But to be in bed with a confessed murderer and a living casualty was something else entirely. His earlier assessment had been right: Tempest Shadow really needed to be shown what goodness was like.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" she asked.

"N-no," he lied, but she smiled back at him.

Tempest reassured, "It's okay, Sought, I'd be more worried if you found all this shit I'm telling you completely normal. In fact, I hired you exactly so I could talk to somepony about this. My therapist told me I'm a sociopath. I had a date, two actually, but the guy never called back after he learned I had once upon a time borne steel."

"You sure are talkative." He really couldn't believe how much more mellow the mare had become since the start of their session.

"Y-yeah," Tempest half choked, "you're telling me. I don't know why, but I just feel like I can trust you. And like Hoof in the movie, I don't trust easy."

" I'm glad you can trust me, even just a little bit." He smiled genuinely. She looked at his face thirstly. She went stock still. "Tempest?" he ventured.

She snapped from her reverie. "No-nothing!" He detected more than a little blush on her, and not all of it could be attributed to her likely copious alcohol consumption. At least he knew now that Tempest Shadow was a fun, happy, flirty drunk. That had not been his expectation at all. Maybe deep down she still felt like Fizzlepop Berrytwist? And the rest was just armor? Veritas erat in inebriosio, ac recumbet cum vino. Truth was in drunkenness, as it reposes with wine.

"I do that sometimes, too, lose myself, that is," he reassured her with a soft grin, giving her an out if his read on what she had intedend was correct.

"Yeah, something like that. I get lost in thought sometimes. I used to zone out while on duty, stand there at arms and just let time go on around me." So that was how she was going to play. Fair enough -- miracles were called miracles for a reason. Tempest didn't talk as much after that. Her escort kissed her breasts and she patted his head. She whispered so quietly that for a moment Sought Touch wondered if he had hallucinated it. "This isn't too bad after all..." As she sighed this onto the wind's breath, her fingers twirled ropes in his hair and then pressed into his scalp in a contemplative massage. She was petting him like a trusted cat or even perhaps a filly's dear teddy bear. He kissed one of her scars where it ended over her sternum. She held him close and caressed him down the back of his neck to between his shoulder blades. Her breaths were deep and measured. She was drinking in his touch like fine wine.

She instead looked down at the now only warm plate of pizza rolls and opened her mouth. "Feed me?" He obliged. It didn't take very long for them to deplete the remainder of the pizza rolls, and so soon they returned to their embrace. This had to be one of the best parts of his job easy. Snuggling was always nice. Even though he was supposed to just accept whatever as the job, there was nothing like holding a nude mare skin to skin, especially with her holding him back. The movie was rapidly fading into nothing much more than background noise. The question now was where this would go next.

But Sought Touch was in no hurry. He hadn't even thought of the clock, but he knew that Tempest had put in for quite a lot of time. Thank Celestia she had. He slowed his breathing and matched hers. This was so relaxing. So pleasant. When he thought of why he kept escorting, besides money, it was moments like this -- mares and enjoying their company as much as they enjoyed him and his. His greatest satisfaction at work didn't come with seeing a mare lose herself in the abandon of pleasure, but instead came when they let go of their troubles and just took full enjoyment in his simple companionship without a care in the world. The mare's hard, sinewey muscles had gone as slack as they could.

Her heart was so much slower now. Thump... thump... thump... thump... Good and calm. Sought shut his eyes to enjoy the moment. She was being very peaceful for a mare a war -- the biggest bundle of needs and nerves disguised as a walking mass of aggression dressed up like a ball of bloodlust, which was in actuality masking a sweet center of a very lonely mare who just wanted some affection.

Tempest opened her thighs a bit more and pulled him onto her, holding them body to body completely. Her hand went down, seeking what lay between his legs. She found it and got it hard again with a few touches. It had been a very nice break, but it looked like playtime was about to start back up again. He took inventory of what she had requested. Sex, face to face, tender. Cum inside. In short, be her lover. Okay, he could do that -- no problem at all. From the vibe of the session, that was what he had been predicting would happen. and was what he figured she needed.

Her hand on the back of his head steered him towards her beasts.

Following her guidance, he kissed her breast where her nipple should have been. As his tongue and lips met the areola, circling the wide patch, she drew a small gasp, tightening her grip on his head. She pressed her head to her breast. His arms snaked around her back and he gave himself better leverage. He struggled and paid attention to the other one. Tempest moaned. Clearly this side was much more sensitive. Tempest let out a wordless moan of approval. The stallion reached up to kiss her neck. He sucked on it, giving a very deep kiss. She writhed at his polished touch Here he was playing to her instincts, acting like more than just a lover, but also as a vaguely dominant stallion marking his erotic territory. The mare would only respect a mate who would not be frightened of her, and that was who he had to be.

Her hands played all over him. One stroked him all over his torso like she was in heat almost whle the other got a rhythm going as it rubbed his dick. Tugging on the hard appendage, Tempest let out a little chuckle of satisfaction which Sought felt through her chest. He repaid her with a devastating assault on her nipple. A high peal issued forth from the mare's upper lips even as he could definitely begin to smell the odor and musk accompanying the physical arousal going on past her lower lips. The smell of mare was one he always took enjoyment in. His own body reacted, too, his chest tightening, heartbeat accelerating, and senses becoming more accute in preparation for the impending copulation. Mating was the domain of instincts far more ancient than even the best escort could fully tame; the way to handle instincts was to work with them rather than against them. She gently caressed his balls They hanged low and loose, and definitely less swollen than earlier following the release of his first load.

His hands found their way down to her ass. He clasped it. Her ass wasn't very nice -- far better to look at than actually hold. At least it wasn't bald or scarred. He squeezed and then smacked it. Tempest shuffled, a strange, growling whine in her throat. Looking up at her, he saw the flush from earlier in full swing. He knew the answer now -- it had definitely not been the booze, at least not soley the fault of the booze.

The mare's hand brought the first traces of pleasure to the stallion's body. The movie was long forgotten now The heroes had just rescued the princess and lost their space wizard, but that didn't matter. Something far more interesting yet mundane was going on in the real world with the audience on the couch. A brief burst of very well practiced magic brought a condom from his coat pocket. He made sure to always know where one was so he could apply without having to break the mood.

Somehow, the two fell over, with Tempest rolling backwards and ending up with her gentlecolt looking up at her between the gap in her breasts. She smiled and her belly moved to chortle. Their eyes met. He was hard. She was definitely good to go. If only... She blushed and opened her mouth. But the words just simply weren't coming. She tried to speak. She tousled his hair and he made her sing with his ministrations to her chest. She pushed her floor side leg wider askew to make it clear he was welcome and she hooked her other leg over the back of the couch to permit him full access to her body. But still she couldn't say anything.

He got on top of her. His erection was at full mast now. Without stopping what he was doing, he got the condom out of its wrapper and put it on, preparing to engage. His dick prodded against her ass cheeks. She was panting a bit in anticipation, tongue tied like crazy, her hands on his chest. He saw the fear in her eyes, but didn't say anything. Her look was peculiar, a look he only ever saw with mares who were either virgins or had been without for so long they practically were virgins again -- trepidation and excitement in equal measure, the only thing overpowering apprehension being the mysterious instinct compelling them to mate, to welcome being stabbed by a male. For a warrior mare, this had to be the craziest thing possible. He remembered the first rule of dealing with a nervous lover: let them bring it up if they want to. Otherwise, just be nice and slow.

And now he was on his knees between her thighs. Her hands guided his to her hips. He saw now that she wanted him, but he had to make sure she could okay it aloud first. He leaned up and kissed her cheek. She smiled. He felt the heat on her face. It was positively incandescent. He let out the gentlest sigh he could, applying just enough gravel to conjure up images of masculine lust. He massaged her ears, gingerly applying his fingertips to the sensitive structures. Not a lot of ponies knew it, but the ears were perfect real estate for ever so slightly hinting at naughtier things.

Sought Touch knew he could plunge in. It would be a shock to her, but she was horny enough for anything. But he remembered her confession -- no sex in nine years, and prior it hadn't been very good. He had a duty to make this mare the happiest thing on two legs, to show this lady some quality lovin. He breathed out into her nostrils to give her his scent, then he kissed her on the nose. His hand went between her thighs and gave her vulva a long rub. Soaking wet! He pulled it up, and then spread his fingers in front of her eyes to show her the trails of her sticky juices.

The mare's face went from open in near disbelief to a nervous smile. She gave him a properly seductive, lidded stare, her mouth purring out, "Would you fuck me?"

Author's Note

Thanks for reading! How did you like it? Sorry about the delay. The rest of the fic will be out by the end of the week, so keep an eye out. Odds are it'll be tomorrow and I'll try my best. Next time, this story gets sexy. Next time: Riding a Tempest!

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