Mostly Routine Patrol

by Mochas Dungeon

Rating: mature
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Adventure, Sex
Length: 12089

A thestral mare and a unicorn are sent to patrol a caravaneer path between Canterlot and Hoof Wall, it's a long trip.

Shadow and Sterling are sent on a simple mission by the guard, a boring mission neither of them want to go on; patrol a trade route path. Sterling is a unicorn and is prepared to do his duty to the crown and uphold the standards set before him by his predecessors, he won't waver in his conviction to the task. He isn't ready for the happy and energetic mare he's sent with.

Shadow, on the other hand, is a happy thestral mare who only wants to live to the idea dream of being a guard. Spending her youth reading books about gallant mares rushing into battle and saving the day, she hopes for her moment to shine. She doesn't know how little fun it's going to be working with such a stoic stallion, while barely repressing her diestrus urges.

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Published 2019-10-24 21:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-11-25 10:30:07 UTC

Assignment

Two ponies walked along a sunlit path, shadowed by leaves from the canopy overhead, prepared for whatever their journey held in their way.

“Shadow, are you feeling alright?”

“What? Oh, yeah… my barding’s just really warm today. Isn’t it really warm today? Like, I was sweating in the briefing, but now I’m just really warm.” Shadow flapped her batlike wings to get more air flowing around her, to little effect.

Sterling shrugged, indifferent. In his opinion, as long as the job was done in the end, comfort wasn’t required. “Not really. Been mild since Wrap Up.”

Slowly moving her wings still, Shadow shook her head. “Stallions. Whatever, it’s probably just the sun heating up the metal.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? The metal is enchanted to maintain a constant temperature based on the individual they’re bonded to. If there’s a problem with your armor, we should turn back and--”

“No! I am not putting this mission on hold and risk getting reassigned to some stupid ‘defend the town’ detail where we spend all day on patrol and don’t save a single creature. I joined up to kick bad guy flank, and I aim to do just that,” she grinned at him proudly, showing her longer canines. “Plus there are crickets, grasshoppers, and mantis along the route! Nummy.”

He looked askance at her from under his helmet. “Are you weird for a Thestral, or just weird to everypony?”

“Both! C’mon, you’ve eaten crunchies,” she stepped closer and bumped her armored flank to his, not moving him from his stride a bit, “wanna split the first couple? I call heads!”

“Eyuck, I’m not suffering through the gooey bits. Also, two meters apart at all times. Regulations state--”

She groaned loudly and stepped away from him and took the lead. “You’re so boring when we’re on duty! Loosen up and have some fun, or all that saltiness is gonna rust you in that barding before day three.”

“Need I remind you that I’m mission command officer? If you’re going to be disrespectful, I’ll have to include it in my AAR.”

She turned around, walking backwards to look at him. “We’re the same rank. I’ve known you for five months, and we’ve been partners, nay, teammates for two. You’re only a pain in the flank when we’re on patrol, and you haven’t done a single thing about my attitude in any of our missions,” she turned around and lifted her chin. “I don’t think you’re gonna start now, so nyah nyah!”

Shadow galloped ahead and he watched her go, a small smile wormed its way onto his muzzle. “Over two meters, finally.”

…

“It’s been forever! Why’s it so warm still? Stupid armor,” she knocked her hoof against the chestplate, “make me cool again.”

“If it were that easy, every foal would have barding. Now stop assaulting your armor and keep an eye out for trouble.”

“But I’m so bored. How many days have we been walking? It’s gotta be at least four by now, right?”

He looked at her and raised an eyebrow, barely noticeable under the helmet, but he still did it. “It’s been two hours. We can still see Canterlot from here,” he looked behind them and she did the same, nickering in frustration.

“Can’t I just fly ahead and report back every couple hours?”

Sterling felt like asking her to stop talking, but he knew that was the perfect way to get her talking about her life, specifically her former roommates and dating experiences. The number of both are staggering in number, as though the mare were destined to travel across the land and make as many contacts as possible.

“No. We must remain close with one another in the event an emergency occurs and we need to communicate. What if a predator attacks from the bushes and I’m unable to call for help because I’m struggling with it? There’s an equal chance that a large predator with wings may see you as an easy target since you don’t blend in with the sky during daylight hours.

She waited for him to catch up and sided with him. “Aw, I knew you liked me!” she bumped her helmet to his. “But if I’m in danger, you can just use that pointy horn of yours to cast some interdimensional portal that’ll suck the monster into another reality,” she made a sucking sound ending with a pop.

He couldn’t help but snort in humor. “You should really stop reading those comics, they’re rotting your mind.”

She hopped in front of him and held a forehoof out to stop him. “They’re awesome! In issue #175, Timber and Star Flash Versus the Beast With a Thousand Mouths; Timber stomps the ground so hard he makes a sinkhole in Manehattan’s Central Park to hold the creature from the pits of Tartarus while Star Flash finishes charging her newest spell learned from the Mage of Myster-E.

“A hole appears showing a city made of metal with flying carriages and ponies with rocket packs full of missiles and bombs from the seventh dimension! Star Flash uses her magic to teleport the monster into their reality and we get to see the monster shrieked in a thousand voices, some calling in Ponish for help as it’s blown to smithereens!”

She took wing and landed on her hooves heavily, then thrust her forelegs in front of her shouting ‘pshe-eeew’. Sterling couldn’t help himself and chuckled, getting her attention. “Ha, I knew you’d love it. I’ll give you the Pits of Tartarus; Released and Reborn arc for a few days when we get home. Well, to the barracks. Home is wherever I rest my rump,” she winked her eye, “not on who, though.”

After rolling his eyes he resumed his walk. “That constitutes sexual harassment, you know.”

“Ha, you said ‘ass’.”

He groaned quietly in reply.

…

“What time is it? Can we rest, get some food in our bellies, drinks, desserts?” she asked hopefully and looked at the sky. “It’s gotta be at least 7, we left at 7. That’s enough walking, right? C’mon, Sterling… you didn’t even wait when I went pee! I had to catch up after getting my armor secured,” she pouted, “and after all that talk of safety and closeness.”

“I was watching you, you were safe.”

“Ew! I know a lot of ponies that like that stuff, but I didn’t think you were into watersports.”

He blushed and his white coat made it obvious. “What?! No! I meant the area, I’m not into that. Not even a little.”

She laughed and patted his armored back with her wing. “It’s cool, I’m just joking. Besides, I live with a no kink shaming rule. If that’s your thing, I’m willing to fly ahead and give you a show,” she said and laughed when his blush darkened and he looked away from her.

Several minutes passed with her teasing him and asking what his kinks were without an answer before he cut her off. “It’s nearly sunset. We can camp out off the trail and rest. You get first watch.”

“Finally. I’ve got the tent, you get the fire pit. Wanna double team supper? I’ve got grass, grass, or grass,” she pointed to the ground around them with a growing smile. “Or maybe I could have the yummy alfalfa oat chips? If I remember, three will last a pony a whole day in meals, as long as you drink lots of water with them.”

“Get the tent out, Shadow. I’ll gather wood and start a fire.”

She saluted with a wing. “Sir, yes sir!”

Turning off the path, she went in a ways and shook the saddle bags from her back, then started rolling the tent out to build it. Once done, she looked at the fire pit he’d made and the sticks in it. His horn brightened and sparks sparkled around the underside of the pile, starting it ablaze once the kindling caught.

Taking the gauntlets off her legs, she set them just inside the tent and quickly lay by the fire. “Oh, yeah. This’ good, exactly what I needed.”

He took his helmet off, showing his silver mane that flowed across his neck and shone in the firelight. She followed suit and let her purple mane free. Sweat matted parts of it to her neck, but she didn’t notice. “Wow, it’s like a hundred degrees cooler out here. Can I just go naked, it’d be so much better.”

He looked at her and opened his mouth, silenced by a raised hoof. “I know, I need my armor for reasons. I was just saying, there’s something wrong with the enchantments, I swear.” She knocked the chest plate again, this time softer with her armored hooves.

“Just wait a moment,” he said and scanned the armor with his magic.

“Oh, Sterling… I didn’t know you thought of me that way.”

This time he snorted in frustration. “Well, that’s two problems. The armory didn’t activate the enchantments with enough magic so your cooling spells aren’t working right. It’s a good thing I’ll be resting first.” He cast a spell for several seconds that left him panting and sweating across his brow.

She sighed and looked up, steam rose from around her neck and across the open spots of her barding. “Ahh, ah. I swear, this is amazing right now. It’s like being in a steam room, only I’m cooling off like crazy and I love it.”

He looked at her with interest. He’d never seen such a response from the spell, and he realized how tough she was, and attractive when covered with steam, like a mythical mare in a seashell she was shimmering and, dare he think it; sexy.

“Well, that was amazing. What’s the second problem?” she asked.

He smirked. “You haven’t taken out the chips yet, and I’m hungry.”

“Oh, yeah! Nummy time,” she got up and went to her pack, returning with two sealed packages. One meal for m’lord,” she took one in her teeth and tossed it to him over the fire. He caught it with his magic and tore it open. Grabbing his canteen, he opened it and dropped the chips inside and closed it, giving it a shake for almost a minute.

“It’s weird how you can do that and like the stuff. It’s like wet crackers that way.” She took a chip into her mouth and crunched it, washing it down with a gulp from her own water.

“It’s good this way, less trouble and it feels like a real meal. Celestia knows we’ll need that reminder before we get to the second week of this.”

“Ouch! Dumb bug,” she swatted at the insect that retaliated by shooting a web at her face. “Oh, you’re so dessert now,” she lunged and snapped her teeth at it, missing by a hair and biting part of its leg off before trying again, and on the third attempt she got it with a happy squeak and crunch that made her partner flinch.

“That was a spider. What if it was poisonous?”

“Then I’ll die with a full belly,” she squished it with her tongue to get the juice out of it and swallowed. “A happy belly.”

“Well, good for you. It’s been a long day, and I’m gonna hit the straw.”

“Wait, who’s gonna keep me company?”

“Well, there’s a spider somewhere around here. You can make friends with it and… oh, wait, you ate it,” he stuck his tongue out, then stood and took his helmet with him as he walked past her, catching her eye when she noticed his tail swaying with his steps and his mane bouncing with each step.

A closer look and she smiled at seeing how full his balls looked as his tail swayed just enough for her to see. Definitely gonna let that tap my thighs one of these days. Whew, it just got warm in here again.

“So, you never talk about yourself,” she said getting to her hooves and shaking in the cool air, “is there a Mrs. Stick in the Mud?”

He narrowed his eyes. “No, and I don’t plan for there to be.”

“Awe, c’mon. Maybe somepony you’ve had your eye on,” she turned to her bags behind her and flicked her tail to show herself to him. “Maybe not even a pony, specifically?” She looked back and to her surprise he didn’t look away. His gaze was at her tail, actually a bit below. She felt herself warming in a way the armor couldn’t help.

“I… can’t comment on that while on duty,” he swallowed loudly and looked into the fire.

“Aw, well, let me just get something… from the bottom of my packs.”

Her tail flicked while she was bending down for a second, he had a perfect view of her pussy. His thoughts went to indecent places until her tail swayed normally.

She finally stood up from her bag with a small black case she took with her to the fire and opened it, taking out a flute with the fingers at the ends of her wings. “What’d’ya say I play us a tune? This one’s called Dance of the Lustful.”

He lowered his muzzle into the ground with a groan.

Just Wishful Thinking

Shadow pranced ahead of Sterling. Six days had passed, and every night she’d tease him relentlessly with her flirting. On two nights she’d gone to bed first and clearly done something to fill the whole tent with her sweet, flowery musk to a level that he had to sleep with the flaps open, the only way to get fresh air.

The previous night he’d gone to bed first and had awoken with an erection that pressed against his barding so hard the outline was more like a hidden leg; and she was looking at it with wet lips, probably at both ends knowing her, he thought at the general memory. Now, ahead of him, she hovered at just the right height so every time he looked up at her, he could see her damp marehood.

Does she ever go dry, or is it some kind of curse she’s under? Maybe a ritual involving several long vegetables and her locked in a cell will cure her, he thought while gazing up at the moon looking down on them.

She turned around and grinned at him. “So, just wondering… but I’m a little self conscious. Do you think I’m cute?” she gave him the sweetest expression she could, which still had her fangs on display to him. When he looked at the ground she landed beside him. “C’mon, I must have something about me you like.

“Is it my eyes? My mane? My firm and well toned flanks?” she bumped hers to his. “C’mon. I need a stallion to tell me if I’m cute… and since you're the only one here, I have to take what I can get.”

He looked aside at her, thoughts of duty and respect on his mind. “I really like your mane.”

She looked at him deadpan. “And…”

“And, that’s all I’m willing to say on the matter.”

She huffed through her nose. “Fine, then I guess I’ll have to work with that. I’m scouting from above,” she said and hopped into the air and flapped her long wings he admired dearly. He actually liked everything about her, but for Celestia’s sake, he couldn’t act on them as an honorable Guard.

“Hey, Sterling! I see a town ahead, about two hours at your pace.”

He called his map to him and looked it over. “There’s no town on this road. Towns don’t just appear overnight.”

She flew to above him and left. “Well, maybe that map is as old as this forest. Towns can be built in a couple months, c’mon. Let’s check it out, got any speed left in those knees of yours?”

“I happen to be one of the fastest soldiers in the platoon, for your information.”

She looked down at him slyly. “Hopefully you can show me that’s not true with everything.”

With a roll of his eyes he took off and left a trail of dust behind him. “Wow, I thought earth ponies were the fast ones… wait up!” she flew higher and gave chase.

Forty-five minutes of galloping and flying later, they looked out over the town. It was unassuming, with wooden buildings and multicolored splotches moving from place to place.

Shadow dropped on top of his back and heaved a deep breath. “What… the… hay? Do you ever… get tired?” She inhaled deeply and let her wings splay out.

He looked back with a smile that sent chills down her back and to her tail. “I may be fast, but I can go for a long, long time.”

She gulped and slid over him a little to try and see under him, yelping when he bucked his rump and sent her flailing in the air. “Gah!’

“No time for your teasing. That town isn’t on the map, and we have to check it out. The mayor needs the permits and a certification of Royal approval on hoof authorizing them the creation and use of land dwellings on this route.”

Shadow got to her hooves and used her wings to wipe some dirt off herself. “Spoilsport. Fine, but my wings need a rest… and my legs are all sore now. Can you carry me, my big strong stud muffin?”

“You’re a soldier, walk it off and drink some water.” He turned and flicked his tail as he walked away. Shadow was unhappy with his refusal, again, but she noticed his tail swaying with his walk a bit more than she’d seen before.

Yes! I’m getting to him, I’m gonna get some. I’m gonna get some! Please let this place have a hotel and nice firm beds.

She followed after him and they walked down the sloping hill to the unknown town, several shouts calling to one another about approaching Guards. “Hey, do you think they see us? Just a hunch.”

He didn’t answer, choosing to ready a shield and stun spells. He watched where he walked, and she did the same using her enhanced sight and hearing to scan the trees around them and listen for hidden ponies in the shadows.

They arrived at the town’s edge to be met by several earth ponies. “Greetings and welcome to Earthtown; may the land be fruitful as you pass,” a mare announced and bowed.

“Uh, hey…” Shadow started from beside Sterling.

“Thank you for welcoming us to your town. Is the mayor available?”

“Mayor Stone is on his way, would you like some freshly harvested vegetable salad, maybe some juices fresh off the vine or tree?”

Shadow’s ears rose. “I’d like some juice, please.”

“Ha, nopony’s ever said no to our fresh made juice. Made the earth pony way, no offense, and I don’t know if any ever will. Please, follow me to the diner.”

...

“The juice was great, can I get some more? Second juiciest thing in here,” Shadow elbowed Sterling, who didn’t reply or respond.

“Something isn’t right here. Where’d everypony go?”

“Probably to get more food and snacks for us. We’re awesome, after all. And why didn’t you drink your juice? Can I have it?!” she asked hopefully. He pulled it back when she reached for it. “Hey, sharing is caring, right?”

“Come with me.”

I’ve been trying to, but you won’t jump my back and pound this like a baker making me have fresh hot buns. “Okay, why?” Shadow replied happily.

“I need to check the area. I don’t even see anypony outside.”

She swished her tail as he led her out, her eyes trying to see anything out of normal.

Once outside they noticed the town seemed abandoned. “Hello? Where’d everypony go?”

“I don’t like this. Stay ready for anything.”

A new voice spoke from an alley beside them. “As you should, little morsels,” there was a deep sniff, “ah. I can smell the feelings you have for one another. Lust is its own flavor we haven’t tasted for a long time. Why don’t you rest for a little while and let us share your experience?”

A green bolt of magic lanced at Shadow, but thankfully it was deflected by a magical barrier. She still whined at the attack and shied closer to Sterling. “How about I squash you bugs and let my friend here snack on you instead?”

“Ew! Well,” she licked her lips and looked at the changelings that were approaching around them, “maybe you’ll taste better with some salt and vinegar.” She hissed loudly back at them. “I think I’ll start with you,” she pointed to a random bug that stopped and pointed to itself. She nodded and saw the bug step back.

Several changelings rushed the shield. Shadow inhaled deeply and opened her mouth. Sterling didn’t hear anything, but he saw changelings drop to the ground, covering their ears. Her face was scrunched in concentration as he lowered his shield and quickly began casting sleep spells on the changelings writhing on the ground.

“Well, that was easy,” he said giving her a shove that broke her focus. She stumbled from his shove and looked around.

“Huh, that worked better than I thought it would. I heard echoes work on them, but… just, that’s neat.”

“Wanna help me tie them up?”

“Ooo, a little BDSM? Save some rope for me, I’ve been a naughty mare,” she moved closer to him and smelled him.
He stepped back.

“Hardly. Help me wrap these things up, then we can worry about everything else.”

She pronked in place. “Yes! C’mon, help me get these ones first. Hey, if these things can change into anything, could we have them change into both of us and we have to figure out who’s real?”

“No! You heard them, they’ll drain us dry.”

She snapped her attention to him and flicked her tail in frustration while he was looking away. I wanna drain you dry!

“Yeah, I know,” she sighed and returned to helping him tie them with complicated knots. “Hey, we just captured these things and… oh no! What about the ponies they’ve already taken?” She shouted and moved faster, looping steel lined ropes between the holes in the changeling’s legs.

Sterling moved the creatures in a large group and pulled the rope taut, until there was a circle of snoring bodies with a magically locked rope holding them together.

Shadow galloped to the diner and chirped her echo while stomping on the floor, before running behind the bartop. “What’re you doing?” Sterling asked the mare as she knocked over some bottles that were actually full of water in different colors.

“Looking for a secret room, just like in the novels.”

“I don’t think it works that way. We don’t even know if there are any ponies here, but if they are, why would they hide them in the- gyah!”

“I think I found it! Sterling?” She hopped over the bar and looked at the opening in the floor. “Wow, that’s a long fall. You okay down there?”

He groaned in reply, and when she landed next to him, he groaned again. “Gonna… get you for this.”

“What? All I did was save a few… woah.”

He got to his knees and looked out at the dozens of glowing pods, water from upstairs dripping through the cracks onto some of them in the massive cave the changelings had created. The pods’ green light showed them holding mostly ponies, with a gryphon or three as well as a group of diamond dogs. Shadow yipped in joy and ran to the nearest pod, hugging it. “I saved a whole bunch of ponies and… other things! This is the best day ever!

“This,” she gestured to the pods, “is why I joined the guard! C’mon, let’s cut ‘em free and have a celebration party with lots of booze and-” a drop of water from above landed right on her nose stopping her as she shook it off.

“No, we call this in and let the nearest guard contingent handle it.”

“What?! But, all these creatures…”

“Are going to be fine. They’ve been here for an untold amount of time and need professional help to recover. We can’t offer that. We’ll be releasing dozens of creatures with no idea what’s going on.”

She pouted and whined, looking between the pods and the twitching creatures within. “Can’t I just let one out?”

“I’m sorry, Shadow. We have to leave them and the changelings here until help arrives.”

She sighed and backed away, looking at the unicorn in the pod. She turned away and moved to the hole they’d fallen in through. Opening her wings, she lowered her rear to the floor so he could climb on her back, and, with a lot of struggle, clambered back up to the main floor. “When I thought of you on my back, this isn’t what I was implying.”

He hummed dismissively. “I don’t know what you mean.” Damn your flanks are firm.

“Whatever, we’re here, get off and watch the hole.” You were watching my hole, why didn’t you wanna get into that one? Jerk!

Once outside he focused and lit his horn, casting a spell to call for at least a platoon to their area. They dropped the sleeping changelings into the cavern and, in frustration, Shadow gulped down his juice. “Feel better?”

No, I’m out of ideas to get you inside me. “Sure, whatever. How long until help gets here?”

He shrugged. “About a day, tops. In the meantime, we’ve gotta secure the area and find a place to rest.”

“I’m sure there’s an open bed somewhere; I’ll go look. You watch the bugs.”

She left and returned quickly. “Find anything?” he yawned.

“Yeah, all these houses are furnished and everything. Probably just for their cover story. I found a room by the mayor’s office that has a great vantage point.”

“Okay. Oh, did you want to eat some of the peanut butter chips we brought?”

She cocked her eyebrow. “We didn’t bring any, just those ration chips that suck.”

He nodded. “Good, just testing you. We need a secret word or phrase to make sure we’re us.”

“Oh, like a safe word? How about cum-twat?”

He stumbled. “What?”

“Kumquat. What d'ya think I said?”

He shook his head. “Nevermind, must be the sleep getting to me. Using so much magic takes a lot out of a pony.”

"That’s not all I wanna get out of you," she grumbled to herself.

Just a Happy Dream

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.

Returning Home

Shadow gave a final wave to the guards that had taken over the town. She was elated, knowing she’d done a great deed, with a little help from a stubborn stallionShe practically pranced around Sterling once they’d left the town behind them.

“Can you believe it? A whole bunch of creatures, saved by me… oh, and you. I’ll make sure you’re a big hoofnote below my name,” she bumped into his side, “unless there’s something else you’d like to do below me…”

He didn’t miss a beat, but averted his eyes. “Nope, not a thing to speak about. We have two days to the next checkpoint. Let’s not waste any more time with distractions, okay?”

She scoffed and took to the air. “What are you talking about? That distraction just turned out to be a changeling nest with a cave full of glowing pods under it. That’s not just amazing, it’s awesome. And it’s because of a distraction we stopped there, right?”

“No, actually. If you recall--”

“I don’t care! Look at me,” she landed and used her wings to remove her helmet. “Do you see these eyes? My muzzle? What do you see? What emotion am I feeling?”

He stopped and looked down at her, noticing how petite she looked in her uniform for maybe the first time. The memory of his dream was fresh in his mind, and he’d never seen her naked before. She was always wearing something covering her lithe body, making her look larger than she actually was.

“Well?”

“Uhm, happiness?”

She snerked. “You said penis… no! This isn’t about how jokes, I’m not happy about this… okay, I’m kinda happy. But that’s because I joined the guard for that reason, back there. But I’m also upset at you.”

“Me, why me? What’ve I done?”

“Nothing! I just don’t get how you can be so by the book all the time,” she turned and started to pace while blocking him from moving on, “you don’t flirt with me when I flirt with you, even when it’s harmless. You’re always quoting the rules and regulations, even when you don’t have to. I’ve been to boot camp. I’ve worn those old shoes with a broken nail in ‘em like everypony else during the marches in training.

“I gave up traveling the nation when the Night Mother returned and was cleansed,” she winced and look at Sterling. “I mean, Princess Luna, of course.”

“Your cultural preferences won’t be treated any differently as long as they don’t directly interfere with the assigned unit or mission.”

“There it is again!” she pointed at him. “You coulda just said something normal, but you quoted the manual again. Don’t you ever loosen up when on duty? What happened to that stud I went to the bar with? The same one who sang karaoke with that fat guy who smelled like spiced onions and sang like he was under water?”

Sterling snickered.

“A-ha! You do have a fun side, I knew it,” she moved swiftly until her muzzle was near his by a hoof length. “I swear that before we lay in our bunks back home, I will make you laugh at the very least.”

He turned his head away from her slightly and took a serious tone she had hoped was gone. “If that’s what you wish to put your freetime effort into, then you may do just that. For now, though, replace your helmet and scout ahead; we can’t afford to run into another trap like yesterday. We probably won’t get out of it so easily.”

“Yes, sir!” she maneuvered the helmet onto her head with her tongue stuck out and eyes crossed while it situated, then hopped into the air to look ahead of them while staying under the canopy.

He looked up and noticed her relaxed posture when flying, not showing him anything he’d been shown the past few days. He sighed in relief, the dream alone being enough to hold him over for the next few days, certainly.

***

Watching the path was proving distrating since his focus was on her behavior; she seemed to be less flirty and more focused on her job as the rest of that day led into the next couple days. They’d reached the next town, then the next without much ado. The same applied to the rest of their patrol.

She did her best to be happy and flirt as little as possible, he stayed the military professional he was, and together they hoped the pony they’d begun to know the night of the town would come back.

It was a comfortable trek back and over the intervening week they’d become closer as friends than as the lovers she’d hoped for. On their return path a flock of pegasi landed before them, giving them salutes and a scroll signed by Princess Luna herself. They both read it three times while the pegasi asked them questions about the grand battle with the changeling army they took down with the magically enhanced scream of a thestral ending an incoming invasion by themselves.

Shadow and Sterling looked between one another and finally they both broke down laughing. A short explanation of what really happened followed by a series of autographs left the duo alone, watching the messengers flying away jabbering to one another. Shadow couldn’t land after that encounter.

“Can you believe it, Sterling? We’re national heroes, and all we had to do was save a little itty bitty town from some bugs I didn’t even get to snack on,” she giggled. “I mean, gross, but still, what would they taste like? I really don’t think they’d be that good.”

Sterling groaned at the thought of seeing her eat anything larger than a grasshopper, refusing to see the mare munching on a sapient bug creature in his mind’s eye. “Can we not talk about eating those bugs? It’s disgusting and offensive to real food, tiny crunchies especially.”

She cooed and flew over him, landing on his back standing to lean over him and look into his face. “Aw, you called them crunchies… have you sneaked a few when I wasn’t looking, or are you just teasing me?”

She bucked and he laughed, flapping her wings to stay off the ground. “Neither, I just wanna talk about something else.”

“Well, how about the regulations? Page three hundred two, know it?” He glanced up at her and shook his head. “Well, it says something about how high a flier can fly when in city limits if the city has a population over so many. Darn, I thought I remembered that.”

“Was that really on that page?”

“I’unno. Probably, or somewhere near it. Within a hundred pages or so, I’m almost sure.”

He chuckled, not for the first time. “Ha, almost a laugh! What about a riddle or ten thousand?”

“How about no.”

“Boring! Oh, I know! I know,” she flew higher and started to sing. “One hundred beetles on the wall, one hundred beetles…”

“Sweet Celestia, no,” he grumbled and walked faster until he was galloping with her chasing him singing loudly. He smiled and loved her chasing him, even though the song was borne from the evils of Tartarus itself.

Eventually, they tired and walked side by side, their merriment gone as the sun set. She yawned and stumbled into him with an apology. “Let’s make camp.”

“Sounds great,” she mumbled and moved off the path to find a spot. He followed her, the scent of her was strong and he bit his lip, thinking of the dream not for the first time that day. Her shapely hindquarters swayed opposite her tail and nearly begged him to get closer. He shook his head and turned to a different path, circling around to get away from the trail of sweet scent behind her.

They set up camp, and she quickly crawled into the tent, not wasting time asking. He watched her go in while he started a small fire with anticipation, thinking of burying his nose under her tail and inhaling without regard to her privacy. Waking her with his tongue lapping her lips and tasting the source of both their pleasure.

The growth beneath him was a curse, reminding him of what he couldn’t do, regardless of how much instincts told him otherwise. He had desired her body and being since the dream that had woken him up that night. He had turned away to hide the wet stain across his underbelly and when he’d gotten up shortly after he was thankful and upset she’d fallen asleep.

His armor dripped and leaked his essence as he rushed from the room and stripped in the next, casting cleaning spells to remove the first wet dream he’d had in years. He returned to the room and lay on the bed, watching her sleep. Imagining waking her by being a feral beast and pouncing on her.

His cock ached to be set free and he shook his head, the image of kissing her while her hooves reached between them and grabbed him hard member, stroking up and down. He pranced around the campsite, trying to distract his thoughts.

After half an hour, he went to the tent and hesitantly poked his head in. He looked at the sleeping mare and watched her furry ears twitching as he inhaled deeply the scent of the small room.

He moved his hips a little, the urge to be inside her was calling to him and he nearly gave in before backing out and moving to the far side of the fire. The rest of his shift was difficult, his mind too distracted to keep watch on the forest around them. When it was his turn to bed down, he made it a point to loosen his barding and let his cock out, the hours pressed inside the suit was aching him and the release from the pressure was as good a feeling as the cool air on it.

He slept too deeply to notice the mare enter the tent, and smell the length of his exposed cock, resisting the urge to wake him with it in her mouth.

…

They passed the town and waved at the several guards as they approached. They stayed for a celebratory meal and a short tour of the cavern that was turned into a storage area and emergency shelter, given how many times the nation had been under siege over the past years, it was a good idea in everypony’s opinion.

Gryphons and ponies now called a town home, and the duo knew they’d done a good job.

Later that night, as he lay in a bed opposite hers in the new room they shared, he broke the silence that had befallen them. “This is nice, what they’ve done over the past week.”

“Yeah, the fact they’re talking about naming the town after us is awesome, too. What if in a hundred years this little place turns into the next Ponyville, without the monster attacks. I mean, we can see them happen from Canterlot! Why don’t we just set a patrol between home and there, am I right?” Sahdow asked with a giggle.

He hummed and moved his helmet over his chest in his magic. “Sterling Shadow, population two thousand. Personally, I just think of how happy my family will be to hear about what happened from me over some report given to the papers.”

“I know,” her bed squeaked as she rolled to her side to look at him in the single lantern light, “I’d love to be there. I’d like to see their reactions.”

He looked at her. “What about your family? Won’t you tell them, or do you think the reports will be enough?”

She shrugged. “I don’t really know. Bat ponies aren’t like pegasi or other tribes, after we’re born and weaned we join the community. I have an idea of who my parents are, but the whole clan is my family and they all raise the foals. When I get back I’ll tell them all in our gathering hall. It won’t be the same as telling my own parents, though.”

“Hm. That’s actually kinda cool,” he looked at the helmet as it spun slowly, “having a whole clan to help. My family is supportive, but seeing my parents is hard enough. My extended family might get together once every few moons for some event, like a festival or Summer Sun Celebration.

“With Luna back, the Winter Moon Festival might bring us all together, at least for the first couple.” He lowered the helmet to the floor and sighed, rolling off the bed and unclasping the belts holding his armor on. With a smooth motion he slid the back plate off, then the chest piece and finally his greaves, arranging them on the floor by his bed, ready to be put back on in seven seconds, tops.

She looked at him from front to back, his white barding all he wore now to cover his body from water and extreme heat or cold. “Why’d you take your armor off? We’re not home yet.”

He lay back in his bed on his side, facing her. “Because I trust you to keep me safe, and if you wake me in an emergency, I’ll be ready to do the same,” he confessed and they shared a heartfelt smile.

“If this town is really full of changelings that’re trying to fatten us up with feelings, they’re doing a great job.”

He chuckled loudly and nodded as his eyes closed. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

She watched him fall asleep, her ears listening for any scurrying into the night until sleep claimed her too, even though she made it a point to sleep as lightly as she could while peeking into his dreams. She blushed when she saw him with her, lying side by side beside a river and nuzzling.

Not as sexy as she was hoping for, but certainly more than she expected.

Canterlot... At Last!

The moon cast its beams through the canopy as they neared home. The mountain peak was in view, and even stoic Sterling was moving with more pep in his step beside his partner. The same mare who had returned to her flirtation and teasing nature every night after they’d passed through the town that bore their name. The same mare who had spent the past few days working professionally and dutifully by his side during the days.

Try as he might, though, she wouldn’t talk about herself anymore, her tail was down, and she didn’t fly at that certain angle he’d come to miss. He sighed loudly.

“What’s wrong?Aren’t you excited to finally get back?”

“It’s not that. You’re so random again, it’s confusing.

“And,” Shadow looked at him raising and eyebrow beneath her helmet, “what’s wrong with that? I thought you only cared about regulations and rules,” she said from in front of him with a swish of her tail.

“Well, when on duty, yeah. But, we’ll be home soon and I don’t want you to be upset with me when we take the armor off and can relax.”

“Psh, why would I be upset with you, Sterling? You’re the most dutiful and honorable stallion I’ve ever been around. Just because you don’t think I’m cute,” she said pouting and remiding him of something he’d said in a dream a while ago that almost made him blush.

“Listen, when we’re on duty--”

“Hey, I see a gross little bug over there and I’m gonna eat it loudly, so you should just go ahead and not let me distract you from leading us home,” she turned and darted off the path and into the denser treeline.

He hummed to himself, getting thoughts of what he’d do to her at the pub, on the bartop with everypony watching for all he cared. The song was meaningless, but he focused on it to keep the thoughts at bay. When that didn’t work, he started reciting his favorite sports players stats until she returned.

She sucked air through her teeth when he was close enough. “Ah, nothing like crunchy, squishy bugs to hold a mare over. I can get you one or twelve, if you want. It’s allowed within regulations, you said so yourself a few days ago, remember?” She giggled and bumped her side to his with a clatter of shifting metal plates.

He hummed in agreement. “Yes. I do.”

“Then why don’t you remind me, exactly. I remember trying to be nice and share some dried crickets I’d saved from before we left, and what did you say, exactly?” she tapped her chin with her wing in thought.

“That snacking is permissible as long as it doesn’t interfere with the patrol,” he replied reluctantly. “Look, I get that I was a bit of a hard flank.”

“A bit? You flat out told me my grand mommy’s cricket chips were gross,” she looked at him with teary eyes. “That was so mean.”

“Look, I said I was sorry. I tried one and they were great, okay? I’ll tell your…” he looked at her and furrowed his brow. “Wait, you said you don’t really have parents, just the clan.”

Shadow hissed through clenched teeth and looked away from him. “Well, they were like my grandma. Hey, I’m gonna check ahead,” she took two steps and flew up, shouting back, “Don’t even think about checking me out,” her tail lowered for a moment. She peeked back as stopped, watching him stand still.

He didn’t move from his spot, so she returned and looked around, listening for any danger. “What? What’re you looking at?” His horn lit and he took his helmet off, moving quickly off the path into the treeline. He sat in a grassy area and looked into his helmet, his ears twitching when she followed. “Are you okay?”

He looked at her and dropped his helmet from his magic and stood up, looking at her intently. He moved to her with heavy steps; she stood still, unsure of what he was doing. She chirped when he wrapped his forelegs around her neck and hugged her with a nuzzle. He watched as her wings opened and flared at an angle like she’d have if she was landing.

She lifted a leg to return the hug, half heartedly, stiffening when he gently bit the back of her neck. He pulled her closer and she didn’t resist when he lit his horn and wrapped every strap and buckle on her armor at once with his magic. He could feel her trembling and with a focused thought, all the restraints on her armor came loose and it all fell around her.

She shivered at the sudden chill in the air and at the excitement of a warm stallion that might have finally lost his mind. He kissed her neck and gave playful nips as he went, stopping when she gave a gentle shove back to look at him. The look in his eyes was full of desire and passion, exactly what she’d hoped to have seen days ago.

“Why now?” she asked, moving closer and using her wings to wrap around him and unlatch a buckle on his chest plate.

“I have a reminder to myself, something to keep me going when I’m out of Canterlot.”

She slid the strap loose and his armor started to come off. “What’s that?”

He lifted her chin and brought his lips almost to hers. “A spell telling me when we’re in the borders of Canterlot, therefore we’re home now and off duty,” he glanced at the moon in the sky. She looked up and he pressed his lips to hers, flaring his magic to pull the rest of his armor off and cast it aside.

He wrapped a leg around her neck and pulled her to the ground, climbing on top of her. She felt a pressure and looked down, gasping at the huge brown and white mottled cock between them. She could smell his precum leaking out onto her barrel, and her first instinct was to lick his cock until he came.

He grunted and she looked up at him. His white coat and mane shone like an angel’s against the night sky, and she inhaled sharply. The pressure against her underbelly brought aa memory from their dream of him inside her and how great it felt. She leaned up, kissing him and wrapping her forelegs around his head.

He moved a bit and slid his cock down her body and then pressed it to her very wet entrance, waiting for a second before slipping just inside her. He smiled when she inhaled loudly, her tight walls stretching to fit his member as he slowly moved his hips to hers, they met. She giggled and wrapped her hind legs around his, pulling tightly.

“Uh, if you don’t let me move, we won’t get much done,” he told her while looking down between them.

“Why the rush?” she asked and bit her lip as she tightened her walls around him. “I don’t have anywhere to be, do you?” He shook his head and grunted as her inner walls massaged his length. “Then how about you make it up to me, all those regulations,” she scoffed and let his legs go.

He smiled and showed some teeth of his own. “Are you sure? I’ve got a lot to make up for, then.”

She couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Yeah, stud. Show me what you--” she chirped again, in surprise and fear at his horn’s brightness, wrapping her in magic and holding her aloft.

He sat up and raised her up until her tits were at eye level with him, then he spun her over and pulled her close so he could inhale deeply her arousal. He moved slightly and heard her laugh when his cock struck her head, but he only cared about tasting her sweet nectar and let his tongue lap the moisture he’d help make from her hind lips.

He buried his tongue inside her and pressed his lips over her entire slit at first, chuckling deeply when she gasped and winked her clit against his teeth. She shuddered in his magical grip, spurring him on. Tugging her tail with his magic, Sterling felt her move her along his shaft faster and he had an idea. Using his magic, holding her in the air, he held the tension on her tail and leaned back from her body, a thick trail of saliva and pussy juice connecting them that dripped between her teats.

He concentrated on a temporary conjuration, creating a firm translucent dildo with a rounded top instead of a flair. Being made of his magic, he controlled every aspect of it within certain limits by his thoughts alone. He lined it above her exposed tunnel, looked down his body to the mare that had just let her lips leave his sheath and was reaching his medial ring. Just then, he plunged it into her while pulling the end of her tail up and to her back.

Shadow’s leathery wings opened fully and he felt her moaning along the length of his entire cock. She lifted her head and the cold air wasn’t as bad as he thought it was going to be, plus the sound of her fast chirping noises was quite funny to him. The moan she made when he started pistoning his construct in and out out of her like a jackhammer, not needing to worry about her bodily moisture, got her to reach toward the ground and brace herself against his thighs.

“S-sterling… buck… uh,” she moaned and whimpered. Her hind legs closed and curled to her body, giving better access and more permission for him to do what he wanted to her winking clit and tight snatch that made delightful squishing noises. Changing the shape of his constructed dildo, Sterling increased the girth and received louder moans from her.

He stood up while moving her away from him, focusing all his attention on the mare he held complete control over, looking down into her depths that were alit with magic and inhaled sharply, never having seen the inside of a mare in such a way. He moved her around in a slow turn and looked inside her from the side, pulling the dildo from her body and letting her wing flutter between his legs and tickle his balls.

Dipping his head down, he licked the nectar from her lips and pressed his tongue in her again. Knowing what might happen earlier, he was glad he moved to the side when she kicked a hind leg out.

“Oh, Sterling… careful, oh Sweet Night Mother’s stars above...” she grunted as his warm tongue, hot breath, and magic tugging her tail pressed under her dock peaked her. She arched her back and squeaked a steady noise in the same tone as her chirping. Tipping her into a normal standing position, he tried to lean into the stream of mare cum that left her body when she came, getting some into his mouth he happily swished between his teeth before swallowing the sweet musky aroma of his mare.

He lay on his back under the shuddering mare, her pussy still dripping and matting the fur on his neck as he lowered her down onto him. She opened her mouth, a greed hunger and desire to make her stallion cum in retribution filling her, demanding her to balance the scales to their equal pleasure.

His magic released her and the pressure on part of his mind, letting him concentrate on the feeling he was receiving from her lips sucking him into her, her tongue working his shaft, and the feeling of her hooves on his cutie marks, pulling him as deeply into her muzzle as he could go. She twisted her head side to side while bobbing along his length, standing over him now and not caring about anything else but getting him to release inside her muzzle and taste him like he’d tasted her.

He moaned through close lips and bucked his hips in a slow rhythm that brought a smile to the corners of her mouth. She stopped at his ring and sucked as he came in her mouth, filling her muzzle past pull and spilling back down his length faster than she could swallow, bringing a brighter sheen to his massive length that glistened in her Night Mother’s moonlight.

Finally done with her work on him, she licked her lips and gulped the last of the slimy, salty mixture from her mouth and turned around to look down on him with a sultry expression. “Yummy. I can get drunk off that saltiness, naughty stallion,” she leaned down to kiss him.

He laughed internally when her eyes widened and her cheeks bulged from the massive amount of her own fluids he’d pressed into her mouth that he’d managed to collect while she pleasured him. She swallowed before she realized what was happening and pushed back, standing up. She coughed and stuck her tongue out. “Gah, what the buck?!,” she looked at his belly his still rock hard cock, swallowed some of the sperm and her own juices left in her mouth, then grinned, baring her fangs. “Can you do it again?”

He smirked at her and spoke confidently. “I’m just getting started.”

He went on guard when she reared up and kicked her forehooves, landing with her legs beside his head, and narrowed her eyes. “Get up,” she told him and when he did, she leapt at him, flying over him and distracting him with a swipe of her tail across his face. He heard her land behind him and she swept his legs before he knew what was happening, sending him back down to his flank.

He felt her body weight on his lower belly and hind legs, holding him down. He looked down at her when she nuzzled his shaft and then used her tongue to and lick up and down his length clean his shaft from all his spilt seed.

He dropped his head to the ground and moaned loudly in a steady tone.

He felt her tongue tickling him where his cum had dribbled to while cumming in her mouth and he laughed, trying to stop her at first until she passed his sensitive belly and coated his barrel with her saliva. She licked his neck and was on top of him, showing him that she’d gotten a lot of cum on her when nuzzling his cock.

She rubbed it into her cheeks and, lastly, dragged a hoof through her mane. “Hm, do you like my mane still?” she asked, giggling at the aroused and excited look in his eyes. She giggled. “This is why I love bugs, they’re like you. They have a hard exterior, but they’re slimy and satisfying when you get to the warm insides. You taste so much better though,” she moved in and brought her lips nearly to his, then let her long tongue lap the speckles of cum from his cheek and across his face where it landed in a single motion..

She swallowed loudly and pressed her lips to his, letting her tongue dance with his inside his mouth. The salty taste of his essence was fresh in her breath, but when she mewled into his mouth he ignored the comeuppance he was receiving and gave in to her forceful tongue. Seconds passed in their heated exchange, hooves danced across one another’s bodies, and more than once his horn cast sparkles from excitement and lack of focus.

Finally, she broke the kiss, leaving him panting beneath her. He looked up at the mare with cum drying across her face and licked his lips. “Ready yet?”

He cocked her head, her smile faltering. “What? Are you seriously asking if I can go again?” she snickered and looked down. “I should ask you the same question, it hasn’t been long enough for you to recover, silly stallion.”

He nodded with a pout. “Yeah, if only I hadn’t cast a spell to fix that.” He grinned and picked her up off him with his magic, rolled to his hooves, and turned her away from him before letting her fall to the earth. He used his foreleg to lift her tail and inhaled her scent, his cock getting harder with each second that passed.

The pink nub came into view under his horn light, and he gently wrapped his magic around the area, massaging her clit and getting her to moan. He let her tail fall and smirked when she kept it where it was, well out of the way for him to enter her. Rearing up, he landed his chest on her croup.

Her legs buckled from the sudden weight and pleasure being teased out of her, but she stood under him and he heard her giggle breathily. “Finally, I’ve waited for this for… so long,” she said between moans. “So much better than a hoof,” she whimpered and he felt his pride soar.

Humping forward a couple times he hit his target and without any more preamble he plunged into her until his stifle smacked her dock with a sound that was akin to log cracking. The sound she made under him was more primal and feral. Her tufted ears swayed with her head as she whinnied happily and nickered.

He pulled back, his cock chilling from the steaming heat of her body until he was almost out, then he started pounding into her, their bodies moving forward a couple steps each time his body met hers as his size and weight on her overpowered her efforts to plant her forehooves in the ground and take what he was doing to her.

She stopped making sensical noises, the sounds she made were moans and nickers at this point, she was lost to the moment and he could feel her pussy walls undulating around his cock. He felt himself reaching his orgasm, then he looked at her ears, down her mane, and then to a spot that felt right for him to bite onto, so he did.

When his teeth latched onto her mane and pulled at her hair she chirped several times in a row, throwing her head back and moaning loudly as she pushed back against him, the waves of her orgasm spurring him on past his limit. He groaned and with a final thrust that took her forelegs out from under her and sent them both to the ground, he came in her.

Seconds passed for him, lost in the thrusting he was doing until he collapsed onto her back, chuckling as they both panted loudly.

“Can you get off me, you crazy jerk?” he heard her moan. He planted his hooves on the ground and stood up, he then took two steps back and shuddered when he left her body. The cold air against his receding length, the deluge of fluids that left her prone body, the aroma of his mare mixed with his musk that covered them both.

He sighed in relief, moved beside her, and leaned down, kissing her cheek chastely. “You okay?”

She dragged a hoof from under herself, looking at their mixed essences glistening in the moonlight and pressed her hoof to her chest, over her heart in a thestral prayer to their bonding that he didn’t see. “Too tired to talk, to orgasmic to care,” answered weakly a few seconds later and let her foreleg fall to the ground.

Lifting his head, he lit his horn and in under a minute he had set up a firepit and was bringing over wood ready to be lit. “You are just adorable after you get ravaged by a real stallion, aren’t you?” he lit the fire with several sparks and returned nuzzle into the mane of the exhausted mare.

She turned over to face him and the firelight danced in her catlike eyes as she finally spoke in heavy breaths. “That… was the best rutting I’ve ever had in my whole life..”

He lay his head onto her neck and breathed in their scent. “Want one more?” he asked teasingly and let his forehoof trace along her body.

He laughed when she started to crawl away in a hurry. “No more! I can’t take another round, keep your magic off me,” she giggled and didn’t resist when he climbed over her and held her still with his weight. “But, maybe I could try,” she said weakly, implying she’d try just for him.

He kissed her gently, smelling them both in her breath, then he shook his head and slid off her, the warm fire near them both made a perfect moment for them both to drift off into sleep. “In the morning, maybe. Right now, though...” they nuzzled and didn’t have to say another word to convey their meaning, feelings, or desires as sleep took them into its warm embrace.

Author's Note

Finally, the culmiation is complete and I actually quite enjoyed this little commission. It was cute, flirty, fun, and sensual as well as awesome!

Thanks for reading and keep an eye out for more in the future.