Rumble's Choices

There were several difficult things about being a recruit of the Crystal Guard, Rumble discovered. The long hours standing were difficult for a stallion that liked to move. And the cleaning—his weapon, his armor, the barracks—it never stopped. But the worst part about joining the guard, the absolute worst thing in Rumble’s mind, was the lack of privacy. Fully-trained guards were allowed to return to their homes, and only had to spend one week a month in the barracks overnight. Recruits were restricted in their movements. His time—his entire time so far with the guard—had been sparring, marching, drilling, standing, cleaning, and sleeping, always with other ponies nearby. Rumble was constantly tired, but much, much worse, he was constantly horny, with no outlet for his frustration.

Just one more shift. One more training shift until he was on leave. A whole weekend to himself, after more than two weeks in training. Two weeks of not having a single moment of time to himself. Rumble was going to sleep in, and eat whenever he felt like it, and take a long, hot bath. And hoof off. Oh sweet Sunlight, was he ever going to hoof off.

Shit, shit, don’t think about it. Don’t drop a boner at the post. Graymane would never let him hear the end of it. He snuck a quick glance at his fellow guard. He was older than Rumble, though not half as old as his naturally-silver mane would suggest. He was broad of withers and barrel, and not half bad looking, Rumble thought. It still felt weird to admit to himself that he found stallions attractive. Not that Graymane held a candle to Button Mash.

Fuck. Don’t think about him.

Rumble’s heart ached and his loins stirred. No. Nope. Six more hours before there was time for that. He felt himself start to slip out.

Think unsexy thoughts: mold, cleaning toilets, trash duty, guard duty. Shit, those were all things he had had to deal with in the last two days. Maybe this whole guard thing wasn’t what it was cracked up to be.

He managed to get his mind distracted, and felt his erection fade. Six more hours…

Rumble kept his best military stance as he walked out of the guard barracks. No telling when a sergeant was going to turn up and demerit him for slouching. Once he was free of the enclosing gates, though, he whooped and took to the air. He soared over the beautiful city, the crystalline buildings glinting in the sun. He felt some of the stress melt away. Not all, not that constant knot that had pulled the muscles on his upper back tight, ever since the move north, but some.

In minutes he was at Thunderlane’s house. Rumble had spent most of the time since moving to the Empire in the guard barracks, so he didn’t think of it as his home. Still, he had a bedroom, and he intended to make good use of that. For sleeping, but also for his more urgent needs. He turned the key in the lock.

He stepped inside. The house still smelled new: fresh carpet, fresh paint on the walls, new furniture. It was empty, which was not a surprise—Thunderlane had told Rumble that he been pulling late shifts. Acclimating to his new leadership role, he had said.

Rumble hurried off to the back end of the house, down the hall, and opened the door to his room. It was much larger than his room at home. His room at his old home. He sighed. Never mind that. He had sexier things to consider. He rummaged under the bed until he found a small lockbox. He set the box on the bed. He lifted the small bedside lamp and grabbed the key taped to the bottom of the base. He opened the lockbox, feeling his staff push forward in anticipation.

Light, he hadn’t been this excited to hoof off since he was a colt.

Rumble pulled a pair of glossy magazines from the box and set them on the bed. The cover of one was rumpled and the other was warped from water damage. (Or, water-like damage.) He flipped the first open with a hoof, pulling past pages until he found what he wanted.

A tawny-colored earth pony stallion straddled the top of a black-coated unicorn mare. The male’s thick, dark shaft pushed apart the mare’s vulva, just the very tip of his flared member pushing inside. Wetness dripped down the mare’s thighs.

Rumble grunted in pleasure, letting his own staff push free of its sheath.

He flipped the other magazine open. He carefully pried two pages apart, seeking his favorite image. He laughed at himself quietly. He would have to be more careful with his aim this time, or he’d wind up having to re-buy the magazine. His humor dispersed as he took in the well-memorized sight.

The same tawny stallion from the first magazine stood on his hind legs, his dark shaft pressing up against a similarly-sized pink staff belonging to an all-white pegasus stallion. The stallions were locked in a sloppy, wet kiss with both their mouths and their leaking cocks.

Rumble rapidly glanced back and forth. The cutie marks were obscured, but the two stallions had the same mane-style, the same colorations, the same musculature. Rumble knew he had checked before, but there was something erotic, some energizing sexual thrill, in being sure. In knowing this was the same stallion, once there fucking a beautiful mare, and once there, frotting a gorgeous stallion.

Rumble groaned, feeling how full he felt in his loins. He couldn’t remember ever going so long without emptying himself. He licked his lips.

He leered at the first magazine. He imagined himself in the stallion’s place, pushing in, that delightful, warm feeling surrounding his staff. Light, he loved doing that. He stroked himself. He wondered if the mare in the photo was silky, like Sweetie Belle, or sturdy and firm, like Sunny Daze. Either way, she was wet, and that was always exciting.

He switched his attention to the other photo. He ogled the leaking cocks, imagined touching and stroking their length. He remembered Button Mash under him moaning as they had rubbed together. Tartarus, Button could shoot.

Rumble whined, already feeling himself slip close to the edge.

His staff throbbed. Like it had when he came in Sweetie Belle, her squeaky moans filling the air as he unloaded. Like it had when he had erupted all over Sunny’s back. Like it had when he was pushed down Button’s throat.

Or like Button’s had when he had filled Rumble’s throat. Rumble remembered the warm, creamy, bittersweet taste of the earth pony’s cum.

“Oh, fuck,” he managed to whimper. He thrust his hips. He felt everything in him move and shift, and he tensed, feeling the head of his cock flare.

He came. It was too fast, too early, too little time enjoying himself, but he released. A large, white glob pulsed up and launched out, splattering the bed and both the magazines in front of him. He whimpered in spasms, his breath coming rapidly, as his cock swayed and throbbed and his seed gushed lazily but insistently out. It coated his hoof and dribbled onto his balls, collecting in a pool that quickly overfilled and spilled onto the bed. He kept cumming, his insides clenching tirelessly, his cum drooling down his shaft, occasionally splashed onto a leg by his rapidly-stroking hoof. The whole of his world shrank to only his hoof, his staff, and his pleasure spilling forth, slowly receding in volume.

His hoof was still moving long after the orgasm ended. Light, he was still hard. He hadn’t thought that it was even possible to stay hard after he emptied himself of everything he had kept back for nearly two weeks. It still felt sensational—his fetlocks, drenched in white seed, slipping wildly over his thoroughly-coated staff.

He shrugged to himself and kept stroking. Why not, he figured. He grimaced as he saw the damage the initial burst of cum had done to his magazines. “Aw, dammit,” he groaned. He was going to have to shell out some bits. Even worse, he would have to find time to go the shady little store at the outskirts of the city. He wiped away what mess he could with a conveniently-hidden towel.

He started to clean himself, marveling at the still-turgid state of his cock. He was still incredibly horny. The towel served its purpose, collecting what semen it could from the bed and the pool on his balls, but by the time Rumble moved to clean his shaft the towel was soaked with cum and thoroughly unable to sop up the river of cum that still clung to his shaft.

Light, he had never, ever come that much.

And, he thought, marveling at his still-hard rod, apparently had more where that came from. Amazing.

Maybe he could just use the rest as lube to go again. His staff twitched at the thought. He grinned. To get off twice in one sitting—he bet even Button couldn’t do that.

He’d love to find out, though.

He pushed aside a sudden wave of sadness. He was not going to get all sappy when he was still horny.

He starting hoofing himself again, his cum-sodden fetlocks sliding easily along his still-stiff dick. Sweet Sunlight, he was still so horny, and this new, exciting experience just added fuel to the fire.

In just moments his staff started to flare. Every upward stroke coaxed a drop of precum out of the tip. Every smooth downward stroke left his loins tingling with pressure.

He was there, he was right on the edge. He clenched his stomach as he thrust, waiting for the release. He hoofed insistently, adding pressure with his other hoof to his flared head. He moaned, loud and low, feeling the pressure build.

He continued stroking.

And stroking.

“Fuuuuck,” he whined. He was unable to get over the edge. He glanced down, taking in the full, flared head, the throbbing veins that ran the length of both sides of his swollen member. He was so wet.

Wetter than fucking a mare in heat. Sunny had let him do that once. His cock throbbed at the memory. She had yelled at him for coming inside her, but it had been worth it. Even after he had had to buy her a gallon of moon tea to prevent his seed from quickening in her. His cum had sloshed out of her, mixed with the juices she gushed as she came. Ung, that throbbing feeling.

He could feel it again, imagined it was Sunny squeezing his cock instead of his hoof. A small stream of precum spurted from his tip, and his flare ached. He stroked frantically. Just a little closer, a little more.

His flare receded. No. He was not giving up on this.

He searched his mind, trying to come up with something overwhelmingly erotic, something that would power him through this body’s reluctance.

That first time he had slept with Sweetie Belle. Just a few days after that silly Cutie Mark camp. She had pushed up against his chest and he had pushed back, some forgotten argument boiling their blood. And then she had kissed him.

His cock twitched.

And she had dragged him back to that clubhouse. And they had kissed so long Rumble thought his lips might fall off. All the while, his cock had been rock hard. He had thought Sweetie hadn’t noticed until she flipped onto her back and pulled him close, directing his dick down to her mare parts.

Fuck. “Yeah, that’s it,” he grunted, feeling an orgasm building again.

He hadn’t lasted long, of course. He remembered screeching like a filly as he came, his dick only partway in the white unicorn. He had nearly died of embarrassment, but Sweetie Belle had just moaned and writhed in pleasure, telling him how sexy he was.

He squeezed the flared head of his shaft, and a surge of clear fluid rushed out. His hoof was getting tired. He switched hooves and whined as he felt the momentarily loss of sensation drag him back off the edge.

“Celestia damn it!” he swore.

Maybe Button. The way he swallowed his dick? Oh, that was hot. His cock twitched and refilled with blood.

Yeah, Button sucked dick really well. Rumble remembered sucking Button off. That had been fantastic too.

His staff stayed hard and ready, but his insides stubbornly refused to comply.

What about if he finally got to fuck Button? He shuddered. Oh fucking light, to get up over that muscular flank, push his cock up near the earth pony’s opening, and just thrust.

Oh fuck.

He’d flap his wings for balance, his swollen member pushing inside. He’d bite down on Button’s neck, to taste that sweet soap and sour sweat and-

Fuck fuck. He whined at the thought.

Button would moan.

Rumble’s flared head twitched.

Rumble would squeeze his earth pony around both stifles with his forehooves.

Something gathered and tightened inside him. “Aw fuck, I’m gonna cum, Button!”

And push in, filling Button, until he was balls deep. Connected with, buried in the earth pony as he-

As he-

“FUCK! OH-!”

He writhed and twisted, and hoofed himself frantically, holding on to the image of himself hilt-deep in Button.

He erupted. A gloriously long jet of cum arched up, shooting past the pegasus’ head, nearly to the ceiling. His insides tightened painfully.

His cock twitched and throbbed. He clenched and thrust, but nothing emerged. He was past caring about the fact that he was dry-firing like a colt. His heart pounded in his ears, and his withers ached, and his hoof was starting to cramp. He fell back onto the bed, whimpering as his back hit part of a missed puddle of semen, and tried to let every part of his body relax.

He closed his eyes and slowed his breathing. He lay there, reveling in his accomplishment.

He almost fell asleep, but dragged himself out of bed before he could drift off.

He scrounged around the small desk Thunderlane had bought for his room until he found a blank scroll, a quill, and ink.

He scratched out a note, pausing part-way through. He crumpled the scroll and grabbed a new one.

The second one suffered the same fate. Rumble blew out a frustrated breath and reached for a third.

Button,

I miss you like crazy. Every day.

Sorry I haven’t written yet. I’m on my first leave since I started training. It’s been rough. I’d love to come back to Ponyville on my next leave in four weeks. I know you offered, but I’ll buy my own ticket. Guardwork is good for something, at least. I’ll try to let you know the exact date later.

Can’t wait to ~~see you~~ hang out again.

Rumble.