Mostly Routine Patrol

Once he was in bed, he fell asleep almost instantly, while Shadow looked out the window, the setting sun was creating a sight she used to see only when waking up and like days long past she thought of the day and how great it was, even though she couldn’t celebrate her first victory as a heroine with her stallion. Those books are horeseapples. Nothing happens like they said!

Everything she tried fell flat. She’d even stopped taking her mare’s leaf, the only thing keeping her estrus under control. The smell alone should have taken over his rational mind and had him on her like bugs on a sugarcube in water.

He snorted and rolled to his side.

She only had a couple options left before it was time to give up. She backed up until her moist marehood was near his snout and flicked her tail up so her scent would have no way of being missed. He grumbled, whimpered, and even snorted loudly as he moved closer and brushed his nose against her outer lips.

She winked for him and hoped for more, but only a hot breath coated her rear before he lay back and sighed. She growled and nickered in frustration, looking at him with his happy smile. Why won’t you fuck me?

She moved to the window again and closed the blinds, casting the room in shadow. She lay by the wall and got comfortable, closing her eyes and letting her mind relax. A few seconds went by and she was asleep as well, only this was a special sleep. She looked around herself and the sparse floating orbs around her.

Her ability to dream walk was limited, but she only wanted one dream. She walked through the starry void the Night Mother created for her kin to aid in their duties. She quickly found his dream and took the orb in her forehooves, looking into it. It was still forming, brown and black swirling around one another as a world was being built.

She blew on it, and it coalesced into a meadow of wildflowers with a single elm tree and two evergreens. She watched him walk to one of the evergreens and scratch his back on it. With a focused thought, she and the orb became one, and she was standing behind him. She looked over his body, unarmored he was everything and more than she’d imagined him to be. She spent a couple extra seconds standing at an angle so he could look her over.

Turning away from him, she flagged her tail and pranced away, starting a chase between the trees and around the meadow, kicking up flower petals as they went. She eventually slowed so he could tackle her and they rolled over one another with her on top of him, belly to belly. She exhaled her arousal across his muzzle and he breathed it in.

She inhaled sharply as she felt him extending between her teats, and when she looked down, she grinned as it came out. She moved down his body, he crossed his forelegs behind his head, and she licked his musty essence. She moved her tongue around his girth and giggled when he sat up to look at her. He’d never noticed how long her tongue was, but as she slid up his shaft he fell back at the feeling.

Cleaning him of his sweat and precum, she had to stand over him and use her wing to guide him into her mouth. With skill born of years of practice, she lowered her head and held her breath, deep throating him until his ring passed her lips. He moaned and bucked his hips, going deeper inside her.

With a happy hum, she backed him out and took him in again and again. She went on until she felt his flare widening, then stopped and left him hanging. He looked at her pleadingly, then smiled as she mounted him and moved forward until her belly was over his muzzle, then he felt her warm body wrapping around his cock as she backed up and took him inside her.

They both moaned, and she chirped when his ring passed into her. Then she stopped. Looking under herself, she realized he had bottomed out, something she hadn’t expected. In any other dream, it might just have been wishful thinking, but this was a lucid dream she’d created: it was really him in dream form.

She purred and pressed down harder until she felt him against her womb, the deepest he could go inside her, and he still had almost a hoof length left. She wasn’t a quitter, and this stallion wouldn’t be the first to be too much. She sat up and steadied herself on him, then let her body weight do the work.

With a loud exhale she felt her hips meet his, her tail swished across his very full balls. “Do you want to finish?” she asked huskily, looking into his eyes.

He bit his lip, unable to lie or fight the urges in a dream they shared but she held the power right now, it was easy for him to give control to her in exchange for sex. She licked his cheek in a broad stroke that got her to feel him pulse inside her as he flexed. He finally nodded.

“Say it, pretty boy,” she whispered into his ear, then backed away.

“Please, let me finish,” he asked, hooves on her hips and trying to get leverage so he could do more than roll slightly side to side for the stimulation his body ached for.

She giggled and ran her hoof from his neck down his belly, rocking forward and back once, to keep him close, even if it was only a dream. The last thing she wanted was him to wake up in the real world and be left with no way to take care of it. This was something she had to handle with care and skill borne from years of skill.

“I’ll let you finish on two conditions,” she said in a sing-song voice, brushing her tail across his thighs and getting a rumble from his chest as he began to lose his patience with her edging him.
“What… what are they?”

“First, ask nicely.” He asked quickly and she tutted him, shaking her head. “That’s not nice, that’s pleading. You’re not tied to a bed or hanging from the ceiling, tell me how long you’ve wanted to cum in me and why.”

He swallowed loudly, even as she wiggled her rump on him, coaxing a few drops of cum from him in the real world. “You’re fun,” he started and pulled her thighs so she’d stimulate him. “You’re the most fun mare I’ve ever know, you don’t let anything get you down and you’re a thestral. I respect your race, but you’re the hottest one of them I’ve ever served with,” she bit her hoof as he rubbed her inner walls and g-spot.

Every single heartbeat he had, she felt inside her through the link between them, ethereal and physical. “More,” she asked breathing heavier as his words stimulated more than her nethers.

“You’re cute, tough, and you are what I hope everypony that joins the guard can be. You’re the reason I agreed to this patrol, I’ve wanted to rut you for so long. I want to do things to you that you’ve never experienced and claim you as my mare.”

She whimpered as her peak approached and he continued. “Please, let me cum. I’ve wanted you for so long, let me claim you as mine and show you off to the other guys at the barracks. The one thing they want but won’t be able to have.”

She giggled and rocked her hips slowly. “Ooo, that’s good,” she said breathily, planting her hooves on his bare chest. ”One more thing,” she said as she neared her peak and saw the lookin his eyes that he’d join her in their climax.

“Ugh… yes… please, what else do I have to do?”

She leaned close to his ear and squeezed him tight inside her, giving up on teasing and pistoning herself up and down along half his length. She started to cum and she felt her body release as she felt his cock flare inside her. ”Do me after you wake up.”

He moaned loudly as he released a torrent of cum inside her, and she kept riding him through it all. Then, suddenly, it ended in a flash of blue light, and Shadow awoke with a gasp. She looked over at the still-sleeping stallion, humping the air with his massive cock pressed against the inside of his barding. He snorted and turned to the side, shivering and curling up as something stopped his release.

She looked at him slack-jawed. She stomped her hoof and whined. That’s it, I’m officially mad at this stallion and his rule-following jerkiness! How dare he leave me blue beaned?! I can’t even remember the last time a stallion did this to me, and I stopped taking my tea leaves for him?

She returned to the window and opened the shades. It was past moonrise, which meant it was time for them to switch shifts, but she wasn’t in the mood for anything at the moment. She sulked while looking at the night’s sky, wondering what she did to deserve all this trouble over one stallion.

“Hey, wake up,” he nudged her and woke her with a snort. She looked up at him and grimaced. “Aren’t you supposed sleep after you wake me up for the shift change?”

She nodded weakly. “Yeah, my bad.”

“And you see it’s already six in the morning?”

She looked out the window at the predawn light. “Yeah… I was just worn out after all the stuff from yesterday, I guess.”

He tried to frown at her, but she could see something else in his eyes. “Fine, let’s get the day started and prepare to head back out on our patrol,” he looked at her and lay a hoof on her shoulder, “after you get another hour in the bed.”

She looked at the soft mattress and then to him. She didn’t fight his statement with anything but a yawn before she climbed into the bed and was tucked in by his magic.

He might be a jerk that left me bluebeaned, but he’s sweet jerk, at least.