Tempest shadow arched her back. "I want you inside me," she whined, proferring herself to Sought Touch. The stallion had gotten her motor running at over nine thousand RPM like a master of seduction. Now she was going to fuck her colt. Or more accurately, he was going to fuck her to her satisfaction. She wanted to fuck him. There was such desire in her as she had not felt in a long time, perhaps even on the order of years. He was at her entrance. She couldn't feel her own wetness, but him bringing his hand up had told her all she needed to know about her body's readiness. She was afraid for a moment, looking down at the spear about to impale her. Her right arm got the bright idea to go for his throat, but she disguised it by touching his chest and grunting with a stupid grin, "Fuck. Me. Now. Before. I. Fuck. You. Into. Oblivion."

He got the message, leaning forward, the fat head of his cock pressing aside her labia easily. Tempest felt herself stretch down there. It was not upleasant; more like when she put some good food in her mouth, just lower down. She had to admit that this good gentlecolt was indeed a delicious colt for her hungry lips to consume. Both lower down, as well as... Tempest couldn't bring herself to do that; she didn't even know how to ask. She suddenly realized that he was quite young -- maybe even still a virgin the last time she'd had sex.

He continued to penetrate her, and the mare felt a nice warmth spreading throughout the interior of her depths. He pulled back a bit. Ooh that felt good .Then he paused, smiling at her. She smiled back, not wanting to betray just how genuinely on tenterhooks she was, watching him for even the slight hint of rejection. Past mates of hers had shown various kinds of rejection -- disgust, pity, some even seeming to feel dirty by being welcomed into her body. But Sought Touch wasn't like that. With one hand on her cheek and another on her maimed breast, he entered her carefully. He was even using protection, something near unheard of in her past. She thanked her lucky stars that she had never become sick or pregnant.

Tempest Shadow felt him stop his deepening penetration to gaze up into his eyes. "Tempest, are you liking this?" His voice was so gentle, practically a wind's caress. She smelled his breath on her nostrils, the good, masculine scent with floral hints. She wanted more of that sweet sweat smell, oh how it excited her getting that male musk in her lungs.

"YYYeeeah," replied Tempest as she arched her back to beckon her stallion to fuck her deeper.

"Am I deep enough?"

"How much are you giving me?"

He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh, I'm about halfway inside. Is this good? Do you want less? More? Different position?"

How nice of him to be thinking of her even when she could feel the excited trembling in him. He had to be fighting his instincts, too. On one hand, she wouldn't mind him succumbing to ravage her body until she was thoroughly flooded with his seed and he withdrew sated. On the other hand, however, gentle sex, no, not sex, lovemaking, was a new and very pleasant experience she wanted to continue. "More. I want you to hilt all the way in me, then..." Tempest Shadow hesitated, feeling her tongue tie itself into a multiple of knots. "I want you to just hold me after that."

"Okay. And I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"N-no, it actually feels really good."

A satisfied smile appeared on Sought Touch's face. "I'm glad. So continue? Shallow thrusts until I bottom out naturally?" The mare nodded and blushed. Her horn stump twinkled. With that, he resumed his shallow thrusting slowly, letting her get adjusted to having something in her bigger than her fingers for nearly a decade.

Sough Touch took her hands in his and then placed them on her hips. Then he sat more upright. Tempest could look all the way up and down his body. He was a calming, deep blue color bordering on indigo. In the shadows and amber and gold of the evening sun, their hands to her eyes almost seemed to fade and meld into each other. And though her own body blocked the details, she could imagine seeing the place where he merged with her, being engulfed into her insides, plunging inside. This really was remarkable. And here he was working deeper into her body.

This carried on for many minutes. While he did this, his fingers came to her clit and breasts. She offered no resistance, instead giving little mewls to the first sparks of pleasure to emanate at his touch. "Just like that," she said, grinding her hips into his hand. A slight spark of pain came from deep within, telling her to let him handle the depth control. While one of his honed hands played with her clit, the other saw to both of her breasts. Never mind that one was fucking hideous; it still got its share of affection, too.

She closed her eyes, just wanting to feel the sensation to the exclusion of all others. This was not bad at all. No, nice. No, not nice, really really nice. And as her partner inched deeper into her, it only got better and better. She began to grip his hands tighter, clenching at first with her fingers to convey her excitement. He exhaled. She heard the lust in his gasp. He wanted her! She felt her blush deepen, concealed only beneath the shadows of the evening and the dark purple of her own fur. In that moment, she realizing the heat on her face, came to a realization. She would not have minded if Sought Touch had seen her blush, or even commented on it. She actually felt something strange. She felt like she maybe kinda sorta could've in some bizaare way, trusted Sought Touch. Trust... what a weird word. Who would she trust? And why? She guessed, since he knew about her past, and her scars, yet was not filled with revulsion, that he could be trusted. She guessed maybe it was just natural to trust somepony who was the better part of the way to hilting balls deep inside her.

Tempest felt expanded on the inside. She felt the softness and warmth of her mate on her ass and thighs. He pushed forward one last time. He grinned. "I'm all the way in, Tempest, open up your eyes." She did. She propped herself up on her elbows to take a closer look. Indeed he was! She saw their bodies pressed together and joined at the hip. They were pressed too close together for any light to pass between them. Skin to skin. Her eyes next rose to his face, guided up by his gentle fingertips on her chin. She was pleased to see him smiling at her, a faint blush appearing on his own features. His eyes shone with kindness. Then concern. "Tempest? Are you okay? You just suddenly went really still."

She let out a strange chuckling noise. "Uye, I'm good, but wasn't somebody going to just let me soak in the sensations?" And with that, she lunged up, hooked her arms around his back, and pulled him on top of her. "That's better."

"I was going to; just wanted to check on you first. Normally, when a mare goes very still very suddenly during a session, it's not a good sign."

"My bad," Tempest nearly giggled, but it came out more as a sigh of gratitude.

"Don't worry about it," replied Sought Touch to his client. So far this was actually not going all that badly. Tempest Shadow had been more work than 95% of his clients, but she was far from a bad one. He'd rather take a genuinely in need client than a scamming client, an abusing client, or a client who, worst of all, just treated his body as a masturbation aid. And as his arms were around her back to give her a full embrace, he too actually let out some of his tension. If a mare freaked during the act, usually it was early on, especially right when he was beginning to penetrate them. For his part, he was glad it had gone so well thus far. There had been some slight difficulty in spreading her walls when he had first gone in, and she was, to his surprise, not a particularly wet mare by nature, at least not deep within. She did feel really good, though. This was pretty good sex. And now he was holding her while balls deep, just breathing together and relaxing. He felt her scars, but more importantly, her warmth The movie was still playing on in the background. He guessed he'd always feel slightly hot and bothered from then on whenever he saw Stable Wars -- couldn't say he'd ever had sex with that particular movie playing before. "How are you feeling, Tempest?"

"Good," she answered with a smile. "It feels nice just being, well, filled. I feel full and warm."

"Good, that's how you're supposed to feel."

Many minutes passed with them just holding each other close. Tempest stretched out her neck, clearly smiling with the pleasant sensations from lower down in her body. She moved her hips back and forth. "Well, Sought Touch, what are you waiting for? This lady needs some lovin."

He grinned and then adminstered a soft kiss to her maimed breast. She watched his face draw near. His lips were parted. She mimicked them. He was unrepulsed by her. No, indeed he seemed to even like her body. She could tell he was hard. She could smell some teltale musk from his body on the air in his sweat. And when his breath mingled with hers, she detected the faint hint of a rattle that could indicate only one thing: he was turned on as hell.

Tempest Shadow curled her hips back, feeling him slide out of her pussy, then she rolled them back to engulf him again. That felt nice, really nice, actually. And so she did it a gain. She was a mare and this was stallion. She was going to do to him what came naturally with a stallion between a mare's thighs. Her instincts reared up to assert control over her actions. She had to admit that she felt hot, almost unnaturally so. It wasn't some temperature thing from the outside, nor was it like being overheated in exercise. The closest way she could describe it was kinda like having a fever, only instead of it being unpleasant and interfering with her thoughts, it was really nice and she could think clearly, albeit about only one thing: sex. She pulled him in with her legs, trapping him inside her with a lock. She was not going to let her first mate in nine years get away from her that easily without first fucking her brains out. She used her leverage around his back to fuck him, basking in the feelings of being taken again as she began to fuck him for real.

Her sexuality was reawakened.

To the mare's surprise, her stallion did not thrust much at first. Instead, he did something else. He continued to play with her breasts, but instead of continuing to use both hands, he dragged one of his hands lower, brushing along her body with his fingertips. She shivered, tensing a hand into a fist as he caressed her disfigured belly, ready to lash out if he suddenly decided to turn nasty now. But instead, he rested his palm on it and rubbed it a few times in a counterclockwise circular pattern. She relaxed. He was touching here there, where she was marked worst, and not hurting her. One of her hands met his wrist and traced its path through the rotary caress. She laughed. Tummy wubs were nice. Stallions were nice. Sex was nice. She drew him in deeper, leveraging the power of her extremely muscular thighs to lock him all the way inside her. She slowly ran her hand up his arm and to his face. Then she caught his expression. She couldn't quite make it out. A defensive flash of anger emerged, but she was in way too good a mood to have it. She instead asked, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

He laughed as he lifted his hand to intertwine fingers with hers. His touch was warm. His touch was soft. He was smiling so kindly. Tempest felt her heart thump unexpectedly as they made eye contact. She could see her own reflection in those clear orbs, but she didn't need to see it to notice her own flushed face and disarmed expression. She looked... vulernerable, for lack of a better word. And she didn't feel an immediate impulse to defend herself. She definitely liked this. A lover between her legs, deep inside her, looking her in the eye, on top, showing his teeth, and she felt fine. No, better than fine; she felt amazing. "Nothing, just admiring a most interesting and beautiful mare who happens to be full of surprises."

"Well currently I'm full of you," she laughed, gaining some sense of herself back. She ground her hips against him. She felt the touch of his balls against her ass. He tensed into her, pressing back with his hips.

"You've gobbled me right up," he chuckled, "Tempest, so what are you going to do about it?" He was grinning a mile wide. Unlike earlier when she couldn't figure out what he was trying to get from her when she had offered him her body, she now knew exactly how to respond.

"Fuck you," Tempest said, grabbing his shoulder with her other hand and pulling him atop her, his face going between her breasts. And as she did that, she gave a lunge with her hips to work herself along his entire length from base to tip and back again. She felt him shudder involuntarily. He was loving her body oh so much. "I'm going to fuck you until you call my name as your cum spills from my slit."

He tongued her nipple. She tensed. "I like that plan, Tempest." His lower hand finished its pilgrimage to between her legs. As the manicured fingertips brushed the mare's clit, she gave a hiss of pleasure. She bucked her hips, grinning as she felt him reciprocate with a thrust. Yes, this was what she wanted at last! Pure, primal copulation!

"Shut up and fuck me!"

He said nothing, opting instead to wordlessly sped up his thrusts. He was a practiced pro -- Tempest had known that going in, and now she felt it. His thrusts were an art unto themselves. He could go from hilted to just barely in by the last milimeters of his cockhead, and then all the way back to balls deep in a flash, repeating it time after time thrice every single second continuously. A barrage of nearly unimaginable pleasure assailed Tempest Shadow as Sought Touch sated her body's craving for a male touch. She felt a faint sorrow masked by pleasurable friction as he slid out of her. Then she felt an anticipatory, hungry emptiness as he halted poised on the precipice just in the outer boundaries of her vulva, and then a whooshing excitement as he rushed back with a forceful, deep thrust to fill her all over again. And all this concluded by a greedy, satisfied feeling of fullness, some appeased instinct to feel a mate so intimately interwined carnally with her. Her hands opened to hold as much of him as she could retain in retaliation for his outstroke threatening to withdraw from her, only for them to ball into fists and clench onto him possessively as he rushed back inside her to reclaim what she had made his for the taking. And how he accepted her offer!

But that was all gossamer and moonbeams next to the splendid sensation he had dancing from her clit. He could play it with all the grace of a virtuoso on a violin. He teased around it with his fingertips, watching her reactions intently. She felt so naked; he could read her body like a book -- she was both easily pleased and very expressive -- a nigh ideal combination for a client in bed. It only could have been better for him if she could tell him exactly what she wanted, but at that particular moment, neither of them considered much in the realm of speech to be possible. He was too wrapped up in making her scream out in joy to the heavens. She was too rapid on that ascent to even force the wind from her lungs to say anything coherent, just instead being helpless before the onslaught of pleasure.

Tempest felt electricity grow in her gut and between her legs. That was good, it was the pleasure she desired, and it was buiding exponentially. She could feel him starting to shake, too, especially when he was all the way deep in her cunt. She could practically feel the veins of his cock throbbing with excitement and blood. Blood, gore, death, screams, gunfire, fire so much fire, all over her...! HEAT HEAT NOISE NOSIE! Tempest saw flashes of horror, the past come to greet her ghoulishly. NO! She blocked those thoughts, throwing up a wall to give herself time to enjoy before they hit full force. She was basking in physical bliss, her mind unable to cope with just how amazing she was feeling, and she wasn't going to let those things ruin it. She was getting laid for the first time in nine years, and she was going to enjoy it or die trying!

In the movie, they were attacking the trench to destroy the battle station, not that the two ponies cared or even noticed.

Tempest pushed him back for a second, raising her legs high, letting him lean on the rears of her thighs. His penetration deepened and she welcomed his stabbing of her. She crossed her calves behind his neck, yoking him to her body. So much friction, pressure, this was amazing! She could not believe she hadn't tried this earlier! And her mate was showing the pleasure, too. His balls must have tightened as he was beginning to near orgasm. They were no longer making those satisfying smacking sounds against her ass.

She cheered him on. "MMMm, that's it, just like that, fuck me just like that. I want you. Don't stop, Sought, please don't stop. This feels so good."

"Tempest," he said, "you feel amazing."

Tempest Shadow in her current state could not really do anything much more other than moan and bring a spare hand back to her body. She tweaked her sole nipple to add to her own pleasure. She felt it starting to build, the carnal bliss within. And when it was finished building, a cataclysm of pleasure would engulf her as she lost control. No, not lose control, be brought to heaven by this stallion she... she just didn't fear. She noticed a small twinge of pain from within. She wondered if perhaps this was going to be her very own experience with being fucked until she couldn't walk as she had herd other mares describe before. She hoped her body would quake with pleasure that thundered like a 50 cal.

Her gentlecolt shuddered. He touched her tenderly. "I'm starting to get close." And again he surged into her. A new thrill came to her awareness, a perverse desire to have him lose control inside her, even though she intellectually understood the implications of just what that could bring and what it could do. But she found herself now suddenly strangely unable to properly care. The thought of him cumming inside her and flooding her vagina with jizz was now hot. it didn't seem repulsive, brute, or animal at all. Rather, it was now her very sincere regret that he had to wear a condom so she couldn't feel his heat pour into her with each spurt of cum when he finally did hit climax and let her have it all. She felt him sliding inside, his cock so rock hard. She had to be soaking, all just for him, all because of him. Because he made her feel sexy. Because he made her feel safe. Because he made her feel good. Because he made her feel wanted. Because he made her feel like she actually mattered to sompony. Because he made her feel like a mare!

Her body was quivering. She felt something like a stretched pressure in her hips. Joy was positively radiating from between her legs, both from deep within as she was being rutted, and from her clit as it was being masterfully played with. Her breathing was growing ragged. She could smell a very old, familiar scent: the scent of sex, and it was coming from her and him! This was wonderful! And from her chest came another wave of nice feelings as she toyed with her nipple. She looked into Sought Touch's eyes. This was a stallion right there between her legs and over her! She beckoned him with a roll of her hips and a flick of her chin. He dove down his head between her breasts. She laughed as he tickled her with his lips, kissing her scars, trailing soft pecks along the great keloid, the jagged crack, and the hairline mark. And then he kissed her on the bottom of her breast, along the rough, white band that marked where doctors had tried to mask the maiming to her chest with an implant of saline. It had made her profile okay in a shirt, but it would never fix the damage done.

Then his lips and tongue found their ways to where her nipple would have been. Tempest moaned, not caring if she was quiet or not, dignified or not, or whatever else it may have seemed to anyone who was passing by. They were home alone together. She gave herself to the experience and just let it all overwhelm her. She quaked. Her instinct told him to hold him close. She wanted to say something. The words were on the tip of her tongue. But how to interrupt this fierce intimacy? She did not know.

Her lover was grunting and clenching. She gave the top of his head a soft caress, tousling his hair, watching her colt go to town on her chest with reserved, serene affection. A rich, soft mane... An unmarred voice like glass. This stallion was a colt, at least compared to some others she had known through her years at war. It was almost precious and perverse -- preciously perverse to make love with him.

He raised his head to look into her eyes. There was such impossible strain fighting with the bliss on his face. And still he did not stop his thrusts or ministrations. "Tempest."

"Almost." She brought her hand down to her clit and guided him, feeling her great pleasure start to skid out of control. They were both panting and shaking. They weren't going to last. She felt his dick harden and twitch. He dug his nails into her whole breast. She barely noticed anything but the simple fact she had been touched. She felt like she was going to split in half. He felt like his cock was going to explode. She kept fucking him as he fucked her, neither of them able to stop themselves or prevent was going to happen. "Oh fuck, fuck me, Sought..." She grabbed his head to stare into his eyes. "Hold me close when you do it."

"Okay. I'm about to..."

"I. I... AhaAaahaaraa -- Sought Touch!" What followed next from her lips was a scream of euphoria. Her body went berserk.

But something was pressing heavily from behind her eyes.

"Tempest! I'm cumming!"

"Cum inside me! Cum inside me! Cum inside me! Make me your mare!" He gave a roar, leaping on her as his cock gave a jump and the first spurt of cum poured from his dick. Tempest felt him spasm and squrim, the condom swelling within her. Holy fuck this was so so so so so so so HOT! "YYyessssssss!!!!! Come for me! Sought!"

"Tempest!" Sought Touch yelled again, releasing himself in her further. "Unbelievable! Amazing!"

The electric ecstasy of orgasm overwhelmed them both. They clung together and cried out as fires of pleasure danced across their haywire nervous systems.

He couldn't stop thrusting and jerking. He twitched, never stopping his pressing deeper and deeper into his mare, his client, his mate. He spilled himself into her over and over, each spurt from his electrified cock making him moan with pleasure, something nothing but animal groans, and sometimes her name, hastily panted almost as if a fever dream overwhelming his sanity.

She rode him out, bucking her hips like mad, in and out and in and out, her locked legs holding him hostage as her hot pussy milked the male visitor for everything his balls could spew forth. She called his name and held him close, feeling his heat and tremors. His head was betweeen her breasts, looking up at her. She met his eyes. So pure with something like trust. She wanted his face near hers, and she curled up, bringing him to her, nuzzling and embracing him face to face as their bodies struggled and squiremd lower down as she drained him for every last drop he could give her in their shared climax. This was heaven!

In the movie, the Death Spur had exploded.

She continued to milk him, hold him, caress him. "Sought, Sought, Sought..." Tempest called and cooed. She sniffed. Something wet went down her face.

"Tempest..." the stallion sighed. She was feeling him soften, and he was gently thrusting in and out with what remained of his expended erection. He brushed her face, pushing some bangs out of her eyes. They touched foreheads. He was grinning like an idiot.

"Sought..." Tempest cupped his face in her hands. Her cheeks were grossly incandescent, a truly impressive blush very plainly visible even through the dark aubergine eggplant purple of her dark fur. One thumb booped her nose. She smiled with the faintest ghost of an exhausted giggle. She could see the same red and pink tinges of arousal all over his face as he panted. She smelled something, something pleasant and masculine about them, a borderline sticky sweet scent. She felt him finally pull out of her completely, his dick now just a shriveled shell of its former, proud self. "You came inside me."

"YY-yy-eahhhah," he agreed shakily. "You were incredible, Tempest." He awkwardly tossed his rich mane. "How did you like that? Was it just what the doctor ordered?"

Tempest Shadow tried to say something back to him, to make it clear that she had just had the single most intense experience of her life and was currently on cloud nine. But instead, she felt a flurry of emotions suddenly jump out of nowhere. So much, words failed her. The pressure in her eyes was back. She and him... sex.. orgasm... nine years without... finally... so good... but him... inside... orgasm... trust. Memories... Tempest opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. She tried to breathe, and she snorted snot from her nose. Her chest felt too full. She sat up and looked him in the eye, retreating back. "I'm-"

Tempest never finished her sentence. What came next was a sonorous snob as tears gushed from her eyes. She needed someplace else, someplace away, someplace quiet -- safe. She tried to speak again, and the floodgates opened as tears came loudly in force. But instead of going for the rondel, she, for the first time in not even she knew how long, sought refuge in the embrace of another, wailing in his embrace as they rocked together.

Author's Note

Sorry about how long that took. First I was busy, then I got the flu, then I had job interviews, and this thing when through like five different iterations before I finally found one that struck the balance I wanted. Thanks for being patient. Thanks for reading. I hope you liked it. As always, feedback is appreciated. We have one last chapter to go. Let's see what happens next time.

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