Soothing a Tempest

by kalash93

A Tempestuous Epilogue

Previous Chapter

Sought Touch stepped out from the apartment. "Bye, seeya next week!" a mare waved at him.

"Wouldn't miss it, Poised Prance!" Sought Touch shot back with great enthusiasm at his dappled lemon and peach client, clutching firmly at a small vanilla envelope in his left hand.

"I'll show you what these hips can really do next time!" Poised Prance half purred with a gyration,

"I can hardly wait, ma'am," the escort said, turning to leave, "but I really must be going." The stallion heard the door close behind him.

That was over. He mentally debriefed. Poised Prance, mare, divorced with one child, earth pony, forty-six years of age. Likes: Cunnilingus, being on top, ballet. Dislikes: sex with the lights on, blindfolds, orgasming with a dick inside her. Quirks: Always has a fresh blueberry pie baked just for him. Likes to roleplay older mare seducing a virgin colt. Average session length: one hour. Frequency of sessions: once a week, sunday afternoon. Length of relationship: five years and counting. Attention to his pleasure: incidental -- if he came, hooray, if not, too bad. Slightly selfish lover. Profession: receptionist at the local hotel. All in all a good regular and another session scratched off. Client status: D-O-N-E DONE!

Sought Touch let out a long sigh, destressing with the prolonged puff of air. The erection in his pants ached somewhat uncomfortably. He had not gotten to have an orgasm of his own this time despite a great riding and a sixty-nine. He had been about to cum when she warned him she was going to cum, meaning he had to pull out. And after that, well, she'd felt just too chatty and xenial to do anything other than talk at him about her kid while feeding him homemade blueberry pie. She'd asked him if he'd like to have some desert. Of course he said in character that he'd love a slice or six of blueberry pie. What he really wished he could have said was something like 'suck my dick until it goes as mushy as the blueberries in your pie! I've gotten you off thrice -- least you can do is finish me, you narcissistic cunt!' "What a bitch. No, no," Sought stopped himself. "What a strange creature -- oddly talkative but impersonal, selfish, and extremely hospitable all at once. No better or worse than the average client, really. Sex work is work, after all. It has been a long day."

He needed a cup of coffee and twenty minutes of peace. But first... Sought checked to confirm he was alone. Once satisfied that he was, he dialed the agency's number. A female voice picked up. "Heya, Sought, how it go, you are of kay?" She had a very thick Griffiyan accent.

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine, Shokoladka. Got out ten minutes later, all paid."

"Good. And no more bookings today will be for you. Did you eat her pie again?" the eagless on the other end flirted.

"Yeah, just blueberry. I still got an apetite if you're game..."

A giggle. "And trade pie for sausage? Even with your mayonez, Trogatichyok, that is not of fair trade. And you know my marefriend would not be happy to learn your myaso touched my mesto."

"Well, if you want to make it all fair, she can make a booking and we'll see how things develop."

She sighed, "Ah, we wish, but she is less straight than Rainbow Dash. Anyway, you were a little delay in caling."

"I know. Sorry," he apologized.

"After you called us more than two of hour after time with monster mullbery murder mare, we were fear of your death."

"Shokoladka, don't worry about me, you know making mares happy and calm is my special talent. Besides, she even managed to sneak in the difference in bits while I was showering."

"Well you should use it to give us less higher blood pressure by timely check. This in usual should not be."

"But I was only ten min-"

Shokoladka snapped, "Not difference! You need to stay safe, Milk Coco. Have you been okay?" Milk Coco was his real name; nobody at the agency ever called him that unless they were either very serious or HR.

"Yeah, I guess so." The stallion wouldn't even say he'd convinced himself.

"You guess?" Her voice was warm again.

"Look, Shokoladka, she's stuck with me. When I was with her, I saw just how much pain a pony can endure. I don't know how to describe her; I guess it got to me more than I care to admit."

Curiosity was in the eagless's voice. "Oh?"

"Yeah," explained Milk, "I see all kinds of mares -- nice mares, mean mares, mares whose biggest problem is some petty feud over dress colors, mares who think seeing me will save their failing marriage by getting a revenge lay on their cheating husband, mares who try to convince me to leave this to be their pet fuckcolt, mares who swear unconvincingly they care about nothing... And then I meet a mare who has been maimed, mistreated, traumatized, scarred, shot at, tormented, and more. Codename Monster Mulberry Mare is maybe one of the only clients I've ever had who truly one thousand percent needed me, needed my services. Look, I'm a nice guy, of course I'm going to worry about her."

"Is only natural. Do you wonder how she's been since?"

"I guess so. If there's a client I hope got more than just a good time out of me, I hope it's her."

"Other than pregnant," Shokoladka the dispatcher joked.

"Y-yeah."

"I could leave a note for her to be automatically be assigned to you in the future."

"Let's wait on another sesh first before we start doing things like that. We'll know before long; she'll be back."

"Not problem. And you know, you should talk to Coral Cabaret."

"Our hipogriff mare?"

"Da, She is a refugee from Storm King. She can tell you maybe more of what maybe is happen with client."

"Okay, thanks."

"Welcome. Are you not working too many?"

He answered, "It's a bit difficult. I had six bookings today. I've been slammed the past few weeks with it being spring and coming into heat season. I swear if I have to get another erection, my penis is going to go on strike."

"How about I give you tomorrow off so you get a extra free day?"

"But you know I'm supposed to be on call tomorrow. What about the other guys?"

She laughed silkily, "They can manage without you, and I know, but what if none of nopony were to book you, unless by name, say just nobody asked for you and so you stay home...?"

"I see. Thanks, Shokoladka, you're the best."

"Not problem, Trogatichyok. And nu, don't forget to take care of yourself. Not just as escort, but also as pony."

"I'll try, if to help you worry less."

Her voice was warm, the tone a sister would take when trying to give her brother some good advice. "You care too much sometimes, Milk Coco. Pozhe. Poka poka." Shokoladka hung up. Crazy griffon. He liked her. It was starting to be sunset now. He hadn't eaten since breakfast. But before he went to go get food...

Milk Coco made a trip home to his condo. Once inside, he dropped the envelope on his countertop and got out of his business casual work clothes. It was a nice little one, not too shabby. He could definitely afford way bigger and nicer on his income, but he liked to live below his means. He knew his youth and virility would not last forever, that his looks would fade and his body would weaken. There was no way in the world he could continue to escort forever. And when he thought about it, all the sex, the mares, the dinners, the wines, the gifts, they were nice, but well, it wasn't real. A flight of fancy came to his mind; a pale mare welcoming him home with a kiss, followed by leading him inside with a brush of her tail on his nose, sashaying her hips as she went. He imagined a hot, homemade meal fresh off the stove, accompanied by his favorite tomato juice and idle bullshit chitchat he didn't have to think and act his way through. And all that followed by her bringing him into the bedroom, followed by her presenting herself, thighs spread, telling him to take a load off, er, out, into her. And after a day of nothing but performance sex and putting others' needs first, a plain boring round of innocuous intercourse. He would take her raw, deep, and gentle, nothing spectacular or compliated, until he was satisfied with an ordinary, good, ball-gripping orgasm, cumming deep inside the mare's vagina with no condom in the way, his mare making him smile in the afterglow. Then a snuggle and a goodnight kiss on the lips. He wished to be taken care of without having to worry about anypony else.

He changed clothes in the bedroom, throwing away his button shirt a tad more forcefully that needed. As his pants went down, lo and behold, he had the softe stirrings of another erection. Fuck.

He wanted to do it with somepony who called him Milk Coco instead of Sought Touch.

He needed to get laid in a non-professional capacity.

He rubbed out his hardon until it brought him to a weak climax with a pitiful squirt of cum staining his fur. He took a shower and washed until he was clean thrice over. Finally, sex was a distant abstraction. Milk Coco got dressed in a simple tee, leather jacket, and jeans with hiking boots. Rough, a bit uncouth, and totally unlike the slick young professional gentlecolt outfit he wore to work. He would laugh to discover what those mares who tried to treat him like an upscale guy would think when they discovered he was really a plain country boy whose idea of a good time was drinking beer in his underwear while watching trashy horror movies, ideally with as much gratuitous blood and nudity as possible.

His tummy rumbled. Milk Coco went out for supper.

He found himself at an outdoor beer garden called Blum Und Bier. He grabbed a seat on the patio facing the park. Some ponies were playing kickball on the field. Milk Coco reclined back. He ordered a simple small teaser to start with when the waitress came by. He was going to take his time and enjoy being taken care of. He watched the players at their game in the amber glow and residual heat of the springtime evening sun.

His order arrived. He took a sip of hot, tar black coffee and bit at one of his brötchen. And then he saw something. One of the players, a tall mare by her figure, was coming his way. At first he thought she was an earth pony, but then he saw the telltale missing chunk of ear and the truncated stump horn.

She marched up to him with military purpose. She addressed Milk Coco. "Um, hey, hi, Sought Touch."

"Hi, Tempest," Sought Touch said back. It was accepted courtesy that escorts and clients didn't recognize each other on the street, but he decided to fight that battle later in private all about how it wasn't nice to make him be on point all of a sudden and risk outing him. Oh well. "How's it going?"

No trace of her old tension. "Good, actually. You?"

"Good too."

"That's great," she said. "Um, listen, I just want to say thank you for last month. What you did and said really helped me. I put myself out there."

"And how's that been working?"

"Fine and scary," Tempest Shadow replied. "Being open to rejection is terrifying, but you're right, I am worthwhile" She gestured at the park. "My kickball friends like having me around, and there's a zebra stallion who alwyas picks me as his checkout filly every time he drops by the store. I think he likes my flank."

Sought joked, "There's not a straight stallion alive who wouldn't like your flank. So what are you going to do about it?"

"Try him and see what happens." She was blushing at him furiously, fit to ignite, smiling nervously.

He grined. "Great idea."

She paused again. "So, um listen, Sought, if it's not too much, could we have another session, maybe soon? I won't eat up your day, I promise. And I'll show you a good time -- no daggers or crying."

Sought faced a decision. It was too easy. He smiled at her and answered, "Sure, sounds like a plan. Tell you what, I'm not booked at all tomorrow, so ask for me by name."

"Awesome. Can't wait."

"Me neither."

And so, as Sought Touch watched Tempest Shadow return to playing kickball, Milk Coco felt a great warmth in his chest. He had indeed soothed a tempest.


Author's Note

Surprise epilogue rounding it all out to a perfect 25K, muthafucka!

Thanks for reading. I've had a great time writing this story. I just couldn't leave it how it was. I wanted to tell a bit more about Sought Touch and who he really is, plus also give some closure as to Tempest's story arc. It's all a bit melancholic yet saccharine. I hope you all liked it.

I could not have done this story without your views, likes, comments, and support. Thank you all. I have the next chapter of Nights In Pink Velvet very nearly done, so be on the lookout. It'll be released by the end of the month for sure. I also have some art related to this on the way, and I'm cooking up another oneshot with Princess Celestia and Just Fact.

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