In the Vivarium, one's bedroom is their castle.

With a groan and a blind kick of his rear hoof, Scarlet Petals closed the door to his room wanting nothing more than to end his shift curled up under the sheets of the softest bed in the building.

Which meant that the exact opposite had to happen.

The night had gone terribly. Scarlet's client for the night had backed out rather spectacularly. Both of them. And just before things were getting good too! At least he got paid, but...well, Scarlet was a pleaser at heart. And pleased those two ponies were certainly not.

The stallion pounced into the fresh sheets of his bed, fresh from the showers he buried his face into the satin and yelled out his frustration. A hoof reached for his Swift plush and held it tightly to his chest as he rolled around. The events of the evening replayed behind his eyelids like the most embarrassing of colt videos.

"Mmph. Yesss...keep going..." The mare encouraged Scarlet with a pat on the head as he worked his tongue and muzzle with his cheeks pressed between her thighs. "Ooh...he's much better with his tongue than you, Cuff! I can't wait to feel how he's like when he's putting a foal inside me..."

A muffled protest came in reply.

It was an uncommon bit of roleplay, but one Scarlet had done before. Some couples enjoy bringing in an extra player to the game. Others also enjoy pretending that such games are less than consensual...

Scarlet took his time licking and kissing the mare's soft slit, making sure to bend down low and flag his tail high for the stallion bound to the chair behind him - giving him a good show of what to expect later. The request was that halfway through being thoroughly bred by the "strong and virile Earth Pony" the stallion would "break free" and give Scarlet a taste of his own medicine...not that he'd mind.

Scarlet flicked an ear at the sound of shuffling furniture on the carpet and jingling metal. It was a little early for the unicorn to unlock his hoofcuffs, but if he wanted to get straight to the action Scarlet would happily improvise. After all-

"Wait, no! Stop! Banana bread! I'm calling this off." Scarlet turned to see the other stallion already getting up, ballgag and hoofcuffs (pink and fuzzy, his favourite pair) tossed onto the floor. Quite the contrast to his raging erection. Something was wrong. They had barely begun, and for the safe word to be said so soon meant...

"You want to back out now!? Don't you know how much we paid for this? You're the one who wanted it!" The mare pushed herself off the couch, pointing a hoof at her partner like a prosecution lawyer. Her lower half was as still wet as she slid off the bed, angrily trotting to grab the stallion's forelegs. It was like Scarlet suddenly wasn't there.

" Well I changed my mind, okay!?" The unicorn snapped, yanking his hoof back. "Seeing you with that stallion isn't right. You-"

"And we barely even started! Is it my fault for trying to have a good time? That was the point!
" the mare moved to block her husband's path. "Payment is in advance here. Do you just want to waste all those bits we saved up for?!"

Scarlet turned around, wiping fluid from his chin. He was all ready to get started but the sudden spat sent Scarlet junior running back into hiding.Yet somehow he couldn't say the same for the Unicorn. Whatever mood was in the air had died with all the grace of a wet fart.

"There's no need for all that. You did pay the bits after all, how about we instead-"

"Oh, want to buck my wife even more, do you? You've already got your bits - greedy whore, sex and money, that's all you types care about..." He scowled before storming out, the mare scolding him close behind.

As sharp and spiteful as the words were, Scarlet had heard worse. If anything, he simply felt confused. The indignation came later.

Scarlet let out another whine into the duvet. His fault or no, having a client walk out in the middle of a session was just so embarrassing! And infuriating! What kind of stallion wanting to get active again doesn't tell his spouse about an aversion to third parties and a hidden craving for dick? Understandable, perhaps, but it stung no less for a pony that loved to please others.

And he was so ready to go too. The thought of all that was supposed to happen began to bring a few extra sensations as he tossed and turned under the sheets. Such trains of thought weren't helping matters, it was time for a change of subject. He hugged the plush Pegasus toy closer and tried to imagine what his best friend would do if she were there. Swift would give him a hug, kiss his forehead, and tell him that a pony like him who always strived to make others happy shouldn't let a bad night like this get him down. He was tougher than that. Then she'd sit herself on his lap and begin sliding down his-

...no. Just no.

Another muffled grunt and Scarlet couldn't help but curse his overactive libido just this once. Swift was his best friend damnit! Sure, teenaged Scarlet going through puberty had no qualms occasionally shooting a load over that idea but they were adults now, and Scarlet had grown out of the notion. If nothing else, she had become like the sister he always wanted And as much as he didn't mind that certain siblings liked to intimately appreciate each other, he didn't want that. Not with Swift. (unless she asked first)

Scarlet rolled over to look at the clock on the wall. It was still early...early enough to be considered morning, and early enough for him to give up on falling asleep on his own. Almost absently he moved a hoof to rub at his stiffness, the tingle of pleasure sealing his decision. He wouldn't be sleeping, no. Not without taking care of his own...needs. Experience taught him that leaving things alone would only result in barely any sleep and waking up to some damp spots and a desire to do no more than take some quality 'personal time' in the shower.

Scarlet Petals needed to cum. And after all that happened that day it needed to be a good one.

With a spring in his step and a bounce of his groin the pony rolled off the bed and pulled out a box of old 'training gear' from under it, digging a hoof blindly through its contents. By chance or fate, Scarlet pulled out a rather realistic looking model of an average stallion's tackle, two-toned and equipped with a suction cup at the base. In the other hoof, was a decent imitation of a pony's rear end. He'd used them often before, less so nowadays due to his clients, and both tools would do perfectly now.

It didn't take long for Scarlet to put two and two together, having a full set of stallion bits to play with. He had just the...scenario, in mind to use them too. Leaning over he pulled out a bottle of lube from the nightstand and set it on top. He would need it soon enough. The edges of his lips curved into a smirk as the scene unfolded behind his closed eyes, as his hooves began to wander imagining what would happen next, and more importantly, who would be doing it....

"Scarlet! There you are. I've been looking for you..."

The sound of the door opening summoned Scarlet's attention to the intruder that caught him hanging out in such a compromising position.

"D-detective? What are you doing here...?"

Hard Boiled Jr only smirked in reply. His grey hooves casually walking over to Scarlet like he wasn't lying on his bed at full mast.

"Just Hardy, please. You know I don't like titles..."

First off, went the hat. One step forward. A kick to the door slammed it shut, clicking on contact. Locked.

"Anyway, as for why I'm here, mister Petals, is strictly for pleasure. Or is that just business for you here?"

A few more steps. Hardy's trench coat slid off next, exposing the detective's gun harness and lower body. Scarlet didn't speak, opting to pay more attention to the other stallion's uncovered flanks and the toned muscle moving with every step.

"I was in the neighbourhood and thought I'd pay a visit. Didn't think you'd object. I heard you had a long day. And so far, it looks like you're actually happy to see me."

A little flourish of hoofwork kept him on due course. The gun harness was flung onto the chair. Hardy's voice kept purring as Scarlet's throat suddenly ran dry. He began to loosen his tie.

"Hmm. Very happy, in fact. You look...tense, Scarlet."

Scarlet didn't even notice when Hardy got on the bed, staring into his half lidded golden eyes. What he did notice, though, was the sensation of a hoof trailing down the length of his stallionhood. And that brought his eyes down - right as Hardy lifted his leg to show off his own length, dark and mottled with pink from medial ring to the tip. It was half hard, but that was fast becoming untrue. When Hardy's voice next came it was whispered so softly his own heartbeat threatened to drown it out.

"I've had a long day too, and after running around the city all day a bath doesn't cut it. I just wanna let go. So..." the hot breath against Scarlet's cheek moved to the tip of his dick, as the sparks of pleasure danced down his shaft to the tune of Hardy's hoof. He ended it with a kiss of his soft lips before coming back up to rub his face into the crook of his neck. "Why don't you and I get some stress relief, together?"

"S-sure." Scarlet breathed. His own mind drifting back to reality with a grin. He returned the nuzzle, taking in the rough, heady scent that was Hard Boiled. "I know just how we can start. Stand on the bed, look over there. Remember the day we first met?"

"How could I forget? Swift didn't really tell us anything about her family till we got here. Taxi had to-ooOH!"

Hardy's voice gained an octave as soon as Scarlet put his silver tongue to work on the line between his cheeks. Red hooves guided him to line up with his body, pulled his rump down till sat over the other stallion's muzzle.

"Damn, Scarlet." Hardy's breath quickened as Scarlet's tongue wetted everything under the dock of his tail, tensing it higher for him. "I should've sat on your face sooner."

Scarlet ran his tongue like an artist's brush over canvas, painting the seam of Hardy's butt like an expert, basking in the soft but pleased grunts he was eliciting from the detective. He paused just long enough to reply, massaging his hooves into the muscle of those wonderfully thick haunches. "I wouldn't lie about a butt like this. If only you didn't do it in front of Granny I might have given you a free trial."

"Heh..my loss. Guess I finally know why you stared so much..." Hardy moaned in pleasure as the wet, slick, dextrous tongue began massaging, lapping at the tight muscle ring of his anus. Breath hitched in his throat when it began to slip through. "Mmpf! That's the spot. Keep going Scar..."

The stallion in question hummed his acknowledgement, as his current meal began rocking gently back and forth, digging deeper and exploring further down the hole. The sudden feeling of cloth trailing down his belly and a burst of suction around his tip made Scarlet exclaim, the vibrations causing Hardy to give a moan of his own around the head of his cock.

"Don't mind me, just thought I'd return the favour..." The grey pony didn't bother waiting for a reply as he went back down to suckle gently on the member before him, gentle hooves taking care of the lower half of the shaft and balls below it. He chuckled in bemusement when the velvety soft flesh twitched, sending a tiny bead of pre to be swept up by his swirling tongue drawing circles around Scarlet's flare.

Scarlet would not let himself be outdone by this amateur. He parted his lips and began properly making out with Hardy's rear end, tongue stretching deep to press at the sensitive inner walls, humming and groaning vibrations of pleasure into the soft flesh. He even nipped lightly at the rump itself, using a hoof to draw soft lines up and down the inner thigh and shaft, every other pass making Hardy clench around his probing tongue. Such a majestic example of the stallion form would get the thorough worshipping it deserved.

For all his obstacles Hard Boiled put up a decent fight. The work of hoof, spit, and tongue had made Scarlet's length slick and glisten in the light more than his leaking fluids did - not that it was any lacking in volume. Hardy swallowed some built up pre and did a final run oral test around Scarlet's cock. A hard trailing lick and hoof on both sides of the shaft, sure deliberate strokes interspersed with kisses at the most sensitive points, a deep and hard plunge to get his lips as close to the base as he could - and Scarlet rewarded every effort.

The detective tapped his playmate's thigh twice and sat upright, moving his rear off Scarlet's warm muzzle and flipped around to face him.

"Heh. Okay, Scarlet. I give on that one. Don't want to finish too soon, do you?" Hardy looked down with a smile and winked, glancing over his shoulder. He planted his forehooves down beside Scarlet's shoulders and moved lower. The other stallion could only grin back as he felt a rather slick, wet pair of cheeks grind on either side of his length. "You did a good job with that tongue of yours. But I'm wanting something more...filling."

Hardy moved to unbutton his shirt, the white cloth somewhat damp from the recent activities. As he tossed it aside to land wherever, Scarlet's hooves held him back before the detective's neckwear could follow.

"Leave the tie on."

Reality bled in all at once. The red stallion had to lean back and grip the sheets as to prevent him setting himself off prematurely. Scarlet took a few minutes to bask coming off the hormonal high, the flavour of strawberries faint on his tongue. The stallion's dick was now liberally coated with lube, as was his replica pony butt.

His shaft twitched in the cool air, begging for stimulation, but not just yet. The pony shifted a pillow to support his back and gripped the toy with both hooves. Time for the next part.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, you know." Scarlet put his hooves around Hardy's hips, holding him in place. He'd sooner be blue balled again before he'd let one of his bedmates feel pressured into something they didn't want. Consent was the number one rule, and if the other didn't enjoy it he wouldn't either. "It's harder than it looks, especially if it's your first time."

"Don't worry.” The other stallion chuckled down at him as he straddled his waist. Only the barest hint of uncertainty. “I've worked under Iris Jade for years."

Hardy winced at the feeling of Scarlet's member pushing against his anal ring, straining against the resistance that the previous tonguework did little to match. He planted his hooves on his chest to steady himself as his back arched downward. "Aaah...sure is a lot...bigger than it looks."

"I'm not complaining..." Scarlet Petals could do all but bite his lip to stifle a moan at the feeling of his dick in the embrace of that wonderously firm ass. The slick warmth as it slid up and down, the occasional pressure as his head caught in the rim of the detective's hole. Scarlet decided to simply lay back, prop himself up on his elbows and enjoy the show. "...take your time."

The sight of the moody, gruff stallion now putting on a brave face trying to sit himself fully on his cock was much more arousing than Scarlet expected. It took no shortage of willpower to stop himself from yanking on that tie and thrusting up behind those teasing thighs. Still, he couldn't stop the occasional twitch of his length, the clench of muscle within his groin that desperately wanted more. He consigned himself to feeling up the muscular pair of haunches riding him.

It was not the first position Scarlet would have preferred, no. If he had his way he'd be bent over Hardy's back, forelegs wrapped around his hips enjoying the feeling of fullness as his coat tickled against his inner thighs. But this was just as good. Feeling himself gain progress with every grind, seeing the beading pre gather at the police pony's mottled length, knowing that every clench and twitch of that bobbing length was because it felt good and that he was causing it - Scarlet would wait as long as it took. Slowly, surely, Hardy's rectum stretched enough for the tip to slip in.

"F-fuck...finally." His breathing was quickened, sweat beaded on his forehead. Hardy exhaled and slowly inched himself up and down, shifting side to side around Scarlet's very satisfying girth. With a wicked grin, he squeezed on the intruding length, snickering at the jolt of Scarlet's hips. "Well now, it looks like I found the controls. First things first..."

Scarlet cocked his head in surprise at the necktie now sitting around his neck. "Hardy? What's this-" The stallion's head jerked.

"Making sure I got your attention. Now be good, and I just might let you finish inside me, okay?"

Scarlet brought his hooves up before him, half-hiding his face at the fierce blush raging his cheeks as Hardy's meaning reached his ears. With a little hum of acknowledgement, he nodded.

"You're adorable, Scarlet." Hardy bent over and took the other's hooves in his own, overlaying them on either side of his thighs. He gave a reassuring peck on the nose then took the end of the tie in his mouth before leaning back up. "Take it slow...I want to savour it."

Needless to say, Scarlet obliged. Pressing little circles into the pair of golden scales he let himself drift in the feeling of the detective's inner walls pressing down on his shaft from all sides. His eyes began to roll back and fluttered shut as Hardy slid down until the first hint of resistance, before moving up a little then putting his weight on it to push down a little further than before.

"Haah...Oh Hardy, you feel amazing~" Scarlet moaned out his appreciation. The stallion had went down as far as he could go, and began bouncing lightly across the medial ring. An act that elicited plenty of other vocal appreciations from Scarlet's mouth.

"Are you always so talkative at work?" Hard Boiled smirked, tugging at the makeshift leash. Using the other hoof to beckon Scarlet's head closer he guided it towards his own since unattended stallionhood. He shifted his hips forward so that the tip pressed against his nose, and Scarlet wasted no time breathing in, tasting the natural smell of a stallion fresh from a long day's work. He felt a wet tongue circle the edges of his tip and tickle the urethra, soft lips cradling the first few inches of his cock with all the care of a mother with foal. Hardy's message was accepted eagerly. "That's it...put that mouth of yours to better use. Now just relax and enjoy the ride."

All Scarlet could hear was lubed flesh sliding, the heavy breathing of Hardy above him. He maintained contact with his eyes for as long as he could. The bouncing rhythm made it a little hard for Scarlet's to keep up, but he was flexible enough to manage. Hardy's cock had filled his maw to the brim...he wanted more of it. To stuff it down his throat. Swallow it all like a good little colt. The pony paused for a moment to breathe, before holding his breath and diving back down on the shaft with renewed vigor. He'd show Hardy how a professional stallion sucker did it.

Scarlet went all-out: nibbling and licking while trying to kiss the base of the shaft, humming and moaning with his throat around the length, swallowing and sucking to let the smooth muscle draw out ever more pre down into his empty belly. But as much as his cocklust was, Scarlet would have to concede this round. The tense contractions of Hardy's tight ring were starting to make him spasm. He pulled off with a wet slurp.

"...Hardy! I'm c-close..."

Both stallions' breathing had become quick and eager, nearly becoming cries as they raced each other to the finish. Wet percussions from their thighs slapping together filled the air. Hardy ground down on his steed and clenched hard. "I-inside! Give me all you've got!"

At this point Scarlet could only grunt as he took hold of the pair of flanks and pushed down deep enough for his balls to brush the cheeks. Time slowed as he felt his flare widen, the cum flood from his prostate up the shaft, and into Hard Boiled's rear end.

Scarlet opened his eyes to quite the mess. He'd been spurting for a good twelve seconds, and the white semen that overflowed from the silicone ass and onto his chest was a testament of how much volume he'd been keeping in reserve.

He plopped back onto the bed with a sigh. The sheets would certainly be messy, and he'd need a shower come morning. But he'd finally came and it was worth it. Still...

The Earth pony rolled over, glancing at the dildo that was moments ago being deepthroated like a Minotaur calf suckling milk. He had seen and partook in his share of fetishes both mundane and wild, and he knew the familiar feeling of that unquenchable desire inside him. Snippets of the fantasy flickered on repeat at the back of his mind.

Scarlet had an orgasm, yes, but he still wasn't satisfied. If anything, he was even needier than before, judging by the hooftip absently prodding at his rear entrance. A thought crossed his mind: The replica stallion length was still technically unused, though prepared and ready to go. He took the toy in question and shuffled over to the headboard, reaching over to the pink fuzzy hoofcuffs leftover from earlier that night. He was no unicorn, but he would find a way to make do.

"That...that was amazing, Hardy. You're amazing." Scarlet panted, tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth like a dog in the sun. He'd felt like he just ran a marathon, and had the sweat to show for it. "Funny. Usually I'm the one that gets told that."

"Well maybe I should visit more often. Can't have you getting too full of yourself. There's enough airheads in Uptown." Hard Boiled was clearly winded, but moved with a certain energy that meant he still had plenty of reserves. Such was the lifestyle of a cop that spent a good deal of time running, both away and after things. He sat down beside Scarlet sprawled on the sheets, motioning to his own pole that had yet to be satisfied. "Nice to see you're pleased, but if you don't mind..."

"Oh, say no more. I know just the thing." Scarlet blew a sultry kiss and rolled over, propping up his hindquarters on a splayed out pair of rear hooves. He hugged a pillow for support. Curving his back, slowly shaking from side to side. He flicked his tail in the air - not that it exposed much more - and curled over to look back at the other stallion. "Figure it out yet, detective?"

"How vulgar of you. I should arrest you for public indecency." Hardy ran his tongue over his lips, eyes locked on the swaying hips before him.

"Am I being detained, officer? Surely there's some kind of arrangement we can come to..."

"...nope." Before Scarlet's eyes could widen in surprise he found his hooves being wrenched behind his back, secured in a very familiar feeling pair of fuzzy restraints. A hoof was planted on the small of his back and he felt a weight upon his hips.

" You're under arrest for public indecency and attempting to bribe a police officer. Anything you say can and will be used against you." Hardy leaned down to whisper into his ear, and Scarlet felt hot breath against his cheek. "Feel free to resist."

"Ooh, officer, how rough of you..." Scarlet didn't bother holding back a whorish moan when he felt the weight on his back shift forward and a familiar prodding on his backside.

"Heh, you sound like a mare." Hardy mused, taking his time to line up his shot. More than once it ended up missing.

"If you want, I could be your mare for toni-oooh, that's deep!" Hardy didn't waste time with a reply, mounting him like a mare on her honeymoon. With the depths tested, he slowly drew out of Scarlet's snug grip.

"You know, Scarlet, I always had a soft spot for foals…” Scarlet screwed his eyes shut as the detective’s pulsing cock eased back in, filling him up in the way he craved.

“…never really liked dealing with them much, but something just keeps bringing me back. Their laughs of joy, watching them play, teaching them things..." With every full stroke, every pump of Hardy’s hips came an increasing pace. Sometimes he'd only go in partway, mix things up. Other times he’d immerse himself fully, short quick thrusts made up for with sweet encouragements whispered in Scarlet’s ear. More than once the loud wet slap of their connecting bodies echoed out. "...I wonder if Taxi knows any Zebra magic that can let a stallion conceive..."

"B-buck that!" Scarlet's expression was one of true bliss. His forehooves may have been locked, his rears beginning to go numb at holding the weight, but all that could be ignored as long as he was getting more of what he was getting from Hardy right now. "See if you can get this stallion pregnant with force of will!"

Scarlet Petals was a rather experienced escort, working at the Vivarium came with that. And as such any veteran staff member that served the clientele would understandably start to...acclimatise. Grow numb. Not this time. While the years of practice meant that he had little trouble taking the detective's average length without any pain, he also didn't suffer the usual lack of pleasure. He could be a bit of a size queen at times, but right now that average length felt just right.

Hardy took his hooves off Scarlet's back, choosing to now wrap them around his barrel and hug the waist. Readjusting his position, Hardy now thrust himself like a piston. Hard. Fast. Constant. He'd pin him down fully with his weight, nipping and biting at his neck and ears. The pleasure and pain drove Scarlet wild. If this was police brutality, he'd gladly offer himself up for a weekend in a cell.

Scarlet Petals' speech system was reduced to no more than a series of "ohh"s and "ah"s. As the fucking progressed his pitch increased into whinnys and whimpers. Further on he had no choice but to bite the pillow, any sounds he made from that point on were muffled squeaks - lest he overpower the local soundproofing. Even the Vivarium's resources had its limits. Besides, his room wasn't even in a main client area.

The feeling of being so filled, so thoroughly used just to have his belly bear a foal - Hardy's foal no less - was extremely arousing. His prostate being rammed like a castle during siege helped, as was the anticipation of the end of it all with as much seed as he could milk out being shot deep inside him. Scarlet's anus clenched weakly from the pleasure, any control on his part being pounded into mush by the loins of what he considered a God in stallion form. He barely registered his own cock slipping out of its sheath and stiffening up in the process, but the irony wasn't lost on Scarlet that he was having his boner fucked back into him.

Suddenly, the sensations ceased.

Blearily blinking his eyes Scarlet shook his head. Confused more than anything. "Hardy...? Why'd you stop?"

"Your legs were giving out. Here..." With some effort on his part Hardy shifted Scarlet onto his back, raising him higher so that he held his hooves in the air, rear legs dangling above that towards his face. All the weight was now on the red pony's back, cuffed forehooves, and his own rear legs. Looking down at Scarlet between his own spread thighs he noted the other stallion's peculiar expression. "Is this better? Are-"

"Hardy, shut up and fuck me already! Give me that foal!"

"Gladly." For whatever sudden sharpness in his voice Hard Boiled didn't show if it affected him. Coolly, like a shooter inspecting their gun, he shifted his grip to hold the underside of where Scarlet's legs met his hip and fucked.

Once more the sound of panting and slapping echoed through the room. Hardy was pushing deep, burying his entire length to the hilt with every buck. Not wanting to lose any moment of being filled, Scarlet wrapped his legs around Hardy's waist, linking his hooves together and pulling in sync with his push. The high of orgasm was coming back now, deep within him. Briefly, he'd considered tending to his own erection as it dangled tantalizingly in front of his maw, leaking strands of pre onto his chest fur, but chose otherwise. It would cheapen the feeling if he didn't get off purely from the stimulation he was getting from his prostate, and he certainly didn't care if he risked getting cum over his face and on the bed.

Besides, he wanted to keep looking at Hardy's eyes.

With a deep, guttural groan, Hardy buried himself inside Scarlet one last time, closing his eyes shut as he held him there and filled him to the brim. Pulse after pulse of thick, virile cum only an Earth Pony could produce shot off in ropes deep inside his belly. The feeling of pure fullness from the flare grinding past his most sensitive spot was the final straw, and the stallion had his second orgasm for the night. It painted him - and the sheets - pure white.

For the briefest of moments the room felt like a sauna. Now, as Scarlet Petals lay on his back, pushing himself off the toy still stuck to the headboard, he was well and thoroughly exhausted.

Panting and sweaty, fur matted and stuck together with one of the largest messes he's produced in a while, and a growing ache in the rear that would give him fond memories in the morning - the Vivarium worker was simply glad that he usually took a shower every morning.

To say nothing of the questions that would come if he were discovered sending in his bedsheets in such a state...the mess would be normal, but when said pony who owned them went without a client the night before...?

In the hazy afterglow of a spectacular orgasm, the realisation of events, of everything he'd done, of every burning desire and the particular fantasies it took to quench them...

"Oh my Celestia, I've got it baad..."

But by the Stars did he need to see that stallion again.

"S-so...full..." Scarlet groaned into the tuft of Hardy's chest as he lay atop the stallion. They were still connected for the moment at Scarlet's behest, he wanted to savour the oddly satisfying feeling of a stomach filled from the other side. "I can't believe you haven't gotten yourself a special somepony yet. Mare or stallion. You'd be getting proposals alone with a performance like that."

"With a job like mine there's not much room for that kinda stuff..." Hardy looked down at the other stallion cuddling into his chest. He gently stroked a hoof along Scarlet's belly - feeling the bulge, the proof of all their efforts. He wouldn't envy the Vivarium's laundry team when they turned up the morning. The pending cleanup would be a mess of its own. "But there's plenty of space for breaks once in a while."

Scarlet looked up at Hardy with a small smile. He let out a dry giggle. "Sorry, but I don't think you'd be getting any foals from me. In case you haven't noticed - I'm a stallion."

"I know."

"Will you come back again?"

"We'll see."

"...can you stay the night?"

Hardy wrapped a foreleg around Scarlet's shoulders as they lay propped against one of the many pillows of the bed. He inhaled the scent of his mane and planted a single smooch between those blonde locks.

"For you, Scarlet, definitely."

Author's Note

This one's real old. Over a year and a half at this time of posting. Understandably, it won't be the best I've got. But this one felt like a semi-realistic scenario that could come up in canon (at least at the time).