John Sampson's Story

We had showered, dressed, and dinnered. Shining, Swift, Spike, Twilight, and I were in our apartment in the Guard Sector. Shining and I were both a little sore. We had pummeled each other for most of a day.

“John, I’m impressed with your ability starting from scratch like this. Right now you are more than most swordsponies would want to deal with. You have to learn to watch out for all the tricks but head to head your reach, speed, and strength are enough make up for a lot of lost training. Get Swift to work on the tricks with you.

We had decided to wait until after the party to try any more sparing. It was only two days away and it wouldn’t do to show up sore or injured.

I wanted to thank Shining, “Shining, this has been hugely educational for me. I owe you for this.”

Shinning grinned, “You already know what I want. I’ll collect in a little while. But right now I have duties I must get to. See you at the party if not sooner.”

Twilight zeroed in on Shining’s last statement, “John, what is he talking about ‘collect in a little while’?”

“It’s a stallion thing, Twilight. He’s teaching me about ponies and I’m teaching him about humans. Just like I’m teaching you about stallions. You learned a lot today, didn’t you?”

“I’m not sure I want to learn how much you enjoy hacking ponies to pieces.”

“Don’t you want to know what kind of monster you’ve invited into your bed, what our foals are going to grow up to be?”

Twilight was getting petulant, “I want to go home and go to bed.”

“Go ahead, you’re a big filly.”

“With you, John.”

“I’m sleeping here tonight and so is Swift. You are welcome to join us.”

“What about Spike?”

“Spike is welcome here too. He can join the main pile or use either of the guest rooms. His choice. We are going to talk about mushy things so he will probably be happier outside of the master bedroom. I do wish he would stick around and teach Swift how to make that sweet tea.”

Spike spoke up, “John, I’d rather go back to the tower and take care of some things. Thanks for the offer.”

“You’re always welcome, Spike. Think about staying here when we move there for the week. I’d be happier with somepony I trust taking care of the place.”

“I’ll certainly think about that, John. Until tomorrow.”

Now it’s just the three of us so I strip my uniform off and get comfortable. I walk over to where Twilight is standing and caress her cheek. When I walk to the big beanbag she follows my hand. I sit in the middle of it and she immediately lays in front of me. I begin grooming her as she stretches and moans. Swift settles behind me and starts on my back.

After a few minutes I said, “Swift, Twilight is going to need some help from you. Her knowledge of daily life with stallions is rather limited and rife with misconceptions. She needs an experienced mare’s point of view and we will need to show her what band life is really like.”

Swift picked it up, “Twilight, Just how much do you know? How many stallions have you known?”

“I’ve studied stallion physiology and psychology in detail. I know a lot about what makes stallions tick.”

“That’s not exactly what I asked, Twilight. How many stallions have you been intimate with?”

“One. John.”

I can feel Swift twitch behind me. “So, Twilight, you’re a virgin?”

“I’ve played filly games with my friends every heat week.”

Swift was beginning to sound concerned. “Did you have any colt friends when you were a filly?”

“I spent all my time studying especially after Celestia moved me into the Castle.”

Swift got up from behind me and went to the other side of Twilight and hugged her against me saying, “Twilight, I understand the Alicorn viewpoint of having centuries to work things out but damn it, it’s abuse to a child. You have a massive gap in your understanding of the world but don’t worry. Mama Swift will fix.”

Swift was in full maternal mode now, “You did have one great fortune. John is an unusual stallion. They exist to take care of us but few take it to John’s level. He has a total compulsion to make his mares safe and happy and he’s very capable. Give him your complete trust and you won’t be disappointed.”

I chimed in, “Twilight, we will be your friends forever. That absolute you already have. I want you to learn and grow. We will give you love and foals for as long as needed but I don’t want you to stop looking at other stallions. You need somepony that will be there when I can’t. It’s a fate that Service members accept. We get transferred or fall in battle so every moment that we do get is treasured. When that happens somepony steps up to take over our duty. You will have to learn that way. It doesn’t make the love any less, it makes it sweeter.

But we have years to work all those things out. Right now we have some decisions to make. We’ve already decided that Swift and AJ won’t be pregnant at the same time so we would appreciate a contraception spell when the time comes. You have to decide when you want a foal. We’ll support you any way possible but that includes advice on timing and good sense. You’ll get plenty of cover regardless. What do you want to do?”

Twilight started rubbing against my chest. “I want you, John. I want your stallionhood buried inside me.”

I sighed, “You’ve been reading those romance novels, haven’t you? Look down. Tell me what you see.

“I see you, John.”

“What parts of me do you see?”

“I see your belly and your legs.”

“What else?”

“I see your balls.”

“Twilight, my sweet confused love, we’re talking about my flaccid member. Look at it. Touch it if you want to. I’m sure you know all about how blood will flow in and engorge it in preparation for sex. But you aren’t ready for sex until you know why that blood flows in. Remember the doctor’s office? I stood there uninterested in the wooden dummy. Then Swift got the blood flowing and me emptied in nothing flat. That’s what the books leave out and you need to know.”

Now we have a more confused Twilight. “But, doesn’t it just happen, John?”

“Only in silly books. The traditional stimulus is estrus scent and pheromones. That means sex for at most two weeks a year. I don’t want to wait that long between orgasms so we have other ways. If you want sex outside of estrus you have to start by learning the other ways. It’s not that hard and I’m not trying to torment you but I don’t want to rush things. Getting in a hurry is how ponies get hurt.”

Swift jumped back in, “Twilight, as I understand it, Celestia took you into the Castle and special school the very day you got your cutie mark. That means you had a normal relationship with your sire as a filly but since that day all of your friends are mares and the only stallions you know are Guardsponies on duty and relatives. The best stallion role model you’ve known is your brother and he gets to visit about twice a year. I’ll even bet that most of the stallions that you’ve interacted with have been enemies like Sombra.”

Twilight was beginning to look cloudy so I hugged her and Swift to me. “Twilight, for the next little while we are your mentors. We will bring you through this into full marehood. I would strongly suggest skipping the foal this year. You are going to change a lot this season and you need to be stable and reliable for a foal. But the final decision is always yours.”

Swift agreed, “John is right. In a very short time you will look back on this and recognize it as the true end of your foalhood.”

I thought for a moment then, “Twilight, this is your life that we are planning here so it’s only fair to give you some say in it. My intent is to use nature as much as possible. I want you to spend time with Swift and AJ. They can familiarize you with how I work and what to expect from me. They’ll also explain what is expected from you and, if they think it necessary, we will demonstrate for you. I want you to be completely ready when your estrus hits and we will act as nature intends from there. You’ll get maximum enjoyment and minimum pain that way. After the season is over you’ll have memories and experiences to draw from for out of season sex.”

Something is worrying Twilight, “How much pain, John?”

Swift is laughing at that, “Twilight my sister, we are going to exercise some muscles that you have never used and we are going to work them hard. Of course you are going to be sore but it’s the most wonderful sore that you can imagine.

There was a collective gasp when we walked into the cafeteria for breakfast the next morning. I know it can’t be Twilight because it was not her first time with us. I assumed that word had got around about me and Shining. Twilight went to her tower after breakfast and I headed for PT. The gym was a repeat of the cafeteria so it’s certainly me. But everything else went as usual so I headed for my office.

Around mid morning a runner came requesting my presence at the armorers. They want my approval on the rough in of the Claymore they are making for me. I tweaked a few details on the grip and loved the overall design. They told me not to worry about a scabbard, it would be delivered separately tomorrow. Then they begged me to let them make the big sword. It would be an honor to be allowed to participate in the birth of such a princely weapon. So we played with sticks and shortened it enough to make it safe for me to run wearing it. I thanked them and they bowed when I left.

I decided to have a snack in the kitchen for lunch. Swift wasn’t there so I bached it. I was about to move to my office when Swift walked in with the mail.

She looked at me and bowed deeply, “Oh great prince, I humble myself before you.”

“Swift, what in the nineteen levels of special hell are you on about?”

“Your promotion, John. Haven’t you heard that you’ve been promoted to Prince?