Chapter 3 – Blue Star

Blue Star glared back at the bat pony – bat ponies were drab and spooky, definitely not sexy. Star knew her own strengths, and after hundreds of shifts filled almost entirely with stallions, she knew her way around them better than anypony.

“We'll never best a bat pony, huh?” She sneered at Nightwing and turned toward the only other bat pony in the room – the big, dark stallion off to the side.

Oh yes, she'd best a bat pony all right. She'd 'best' both of them at once! When the only other bat pony here chose a Royal Guard over one of his own kind, that would put this little Night Guard hussy in her place!

As she came toward him, she layed the charm on thick. Every hoof step across the tabletop was perfectly placed. She swayed gently from side to side as she leisurely approached his end of the table, giving him a sultry look right in his eyes. He was still wearing his helmet, but that wouldn't stop her. She'd had plenty of practice having her way with helmeted Royal Guards, and a Night Guard would be no different.

Behind her, Nightwing huffed indignantly. Spitfire slipped back into the crowd with a satisfied look on her face. But Star payed no attention to them. She was almost there!

She didn't stop until her nose practically touched the front of the big bat pony's helmet. “What's your name?” she said in a tone of voice that made the simple question sound obscenely lewd. With one feather tip, she traced his jawline through the armor. “Ever been with a Royal Guard before?”

“It's, um, Mango, Ma'am.” He visibly gulped. “And, um... No.”

Leaning out over the edge of the table, she reached one hoof out behind his neck and pulled him in close, pressing the nose guard of his helm into her chest fluff. “Well, then ... you're in for a treat!”

Despite Nightwing's protests of unfairness – which Star completely ignored – Star kept on 'dancing' for Mango ... that is, if you could call rubbing herself all over him 'dancing'. She worked her wings across his face, her soft underbelly against his neck, her hooves across absolutely any part of him she could reach. And all the while, she moaned and cooed as if he was already inside her.

It was definitely having the desired effect. Not only was Mango breaking out into a trembling, nervous sweat, everypony else in the room was watching her intently ... no doubt wishing they were in Mango's place instead. Well, everypony except for Nightwing.

Catching that dirty look from the Night Guard mare made Star decide it was the perfect time to really rub it in her face ... by rubbing a certain something else in Mango's face.

She turned around, secretly sticking her tongue out at Nightwing just as she backed herself up against Mango's face. The touch of his metal nose guard against her pussy lips made her jolt, but it wasn't cold as she'd expected – it was warm ... hot, even. That stallion had been breathing so heavily into it that he'd warmed it up. And now that her pussy was winking and spreading its juices over his breathing holes, he was sucking in more and more, drinking in her scent.

To accelerate things even more, she began gently – oh so carefully – swinging her hips a little from side to side. It rubbed the inner curves of her ass cheeks against his faceplate, and the ridge of his nose guard tugged at her pussy lips. It pulled her open just slightly, right in front of his eyes where he'd have the perfect view of her pink inner walls opening for him.

Okay... Surely that had to be enough...

Without warning, Star pulled away from him and hopped down off the table to land next to the big bat pony stallion. And what she saw under his belly, she gleefully pointed out to everypony else in the room. “Aha! Look – all the way hard and twitching like crazy! How's that for besting a bat pony?”

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