The Convoluted Life of Gleaming Shield

The sound of wet flesh slapping together filled the room, along with the thick scent of sex. It was a pungent aroma; so heavy that one could almost taste it just by breathing through the mouth. It was the type of fragrance that would linger for many hours afterward, regardless of how many windows were opened and how many scented candles were burned.

It didn’t really matter though. Gleaming Shield had long since grown used to the sickly stink and she barely even noticed it anymore.

She instead just lay there—head buried in her pillows and eyes closed tight—as her body rocked back and forth to the frantic rhythm of the colt currently draped over her back. He clutched at her hips, humping desperately as he worked away at her backside. Grunts and snorts escaped him as he puffed along like a freight train, his face a rather unseemly shade of red.

“Aaah, buck,” he gasped. His pace quickened and Gleaming felt him swell inside her.

Good, she thought, ‘s about time too. Cracking open an eye, she groaned upon finding her vision blocked by the tangled nest of mane that splayed out about her head. The two-tone blue hairs hung in front of her eyes and about her cheeks, with only the tip of her muzzle visible. This is going to be one of the worst cases of bedhead I’ve had in a while…

Snorting softly, she blew enough hair out of her eyes in order to see the glowing face of the alarm clock resting on her bedside table. She took in the time for a moment before sighing internally. Buuuck. Closing her eye again, she played around with the idea of falling asleep again. She didn’t get much sleep earlier and her body was already exhausted and achy. In fact, the colt’s grip on her was the only thing keeping her hind end from collapsing down into the sticky wet spot that was slowing growing on the bedsheets beneath her.

“Ummmph!” A grunt escaped her as the colt gave a particularly hard thrust. Very little pleasure accompanied the action though—given the colt’s size—but the sudden increase in motion made her decision up for her: there was no possible way she was going to be able to fall asleep with how hard the colt was going to town on her.

Sighing, Gleaming resigned herself to the wait.

Come on, she grumbled to herself. Finish already. I’ve got things to do and places to be. Halfheartedly, she flexed her muscles, clenching her marehood around the pistoning cock inside her in an attempt to speed up the process.

The colt inhaled sharply, his pace faltering for a moment before he seemed to redouble his efforts. His balls slapped painfully against her marehood, causing a mixture of their arousals to splash against her inner thighs. Another squeeze and he finally stiffened, his entire body going rigid as he pushed his hips against hers firmly.

“Finally,” Gleaming muttered under her breath before fighting back a yawn. Inside her, she felt a jerk, the colt’s member kicking for a moment before the sporadic twitching began. He let out a whimpered “Oh sweet merciful Celestia” before burying his muzzle into the nape of Gleaming’s neck at the same time his head flared inside her. Judging by the location of the sensation, he barely reached the halfway mark. Maybe four inches at most.

Giving her marehood a few more lackluster clenches, Gleaming let the colt ride out the sensation for a few more seconds before unceremoniously tipping her plot over onto the bed. The colt collapsed onto the mattress beside her, his still-twitching member slipping free easily. It slapped wetly against his stomach, the pink condom slick with juices. Its reservoir tip barely had anything in it.

“Ha… ha… ha…” the colt gasped, his eyes crossed. “That… that was… amazing…”

“Yeah, it was great,” Gleaming mumbled unenthusiastically. “Glad you liked it.”

“Did you cum, babe?” the colt asked, giving her a smirk.

Gleaming didn’t look over. “Oh yes. Many times. It was nice having you, but sadly it’s time to go. You know the way out.” She shifted slightly, only to wince. When she had dropped, her flank had landed right in the middle of the sex puddle and she could feel the hairs on her rump getting matted with the sticky fluids. She’d definitely need a shower before she did anything else. Buck. This much mess for something that barely felt good? Great, just great. And here I was, hoping that I could just get up and go.

“Oh, come on, babe,” the colt huffed. “At least give me a minute, okay? I can barely feel my legs? Besides, wouldn’t you like to cuddle afterward?” She could hear the smile in her voice without even looking.

“Nope,” she replied. “Not interested. Time to go. Down the hall, to the left, straight ahead. Close door behind you.”

The colt stared at the back of her head for a moment before tsking in annoyance. Rolling off the bed, he landed on his hooves with almost no difficulty. Atop his forehead, his horn began to glow with weak green light. “Alright, alright,” he grunted. “Have it your way. I already got what I wanted.” As he walked away, he tugged the condom off with his magic. Tying it off, he tossed it over his shoulder. It flew through the air before landing on Gleaming’s flank with a wet slap.

“Catch ya later, babe,” he called back before leaving the room.

Gleaming said nothing.

She just lay there, listening in silence as his hoofsteps faded, followed shortly by the sound of the front door opening and closing echoing down the hall. In the quiet that followed, she let out a long and drawn-out sigh.

Finally, she stretched, only to wince as her back legs twitched and cramped. “Buuuck,” she groaned as the joints popped. Pulling herself to the edge of the bed, she grimaced as the sheets clung to her leg, following her and coming free of the mattress.

“Disgusting,” she grumbled. “Why is there so much? I didn’t even cum once. Uggghh…” Peeling the sheets off, she crumbled them up and tossed them back onto the bare mattress. “Deal with that later.” She dragged herself to the door, pausing long enough to deposit the condom in the trash bin by the door.

“Right.” She dragged a hoof through her messy mane, wincing as it caught on several knots. “First things first. Coffee… and then a shower.” Straightening up, she took a step only to wince as her thighs brushed together, sticky with fluids. She tsked before letting out a huff. “Fine. Fine… shower first, then coffee. Cold shower, though. Don’t need to fail asleep in there. Again.”