Author's Note

Contains some steamy scenes of two ponies have a good-old time (consensual M/F). If that's not your thing, once the steamy stuff starts you can skip to the end for a summary of important information.

01 - SAPR and Fraternization

CHAPTER ONE: SAPR and Fraternization

“As your Sexual Assault Prevention and Response victim advocate, I implore you to always ask for consent and never hesitate to tell me if you think a sexual assault has taken place...”

“You know what’s great?” Summer Breeze asked as the three of us trotted down the cloudcrete sidewalk.

‘Pussy,’ I thought to myself, keeping quiet otherwise so as not to sound crude. Unfortunately, the large buck next to me had no such intentions. His two-celled brain wasn’t capable of stopping his idiot mouth from speaking.

“Your mom?” Wing Masher guffawed at his own dumbass joke before adding a half-witted: “In bed?”

“Well besides that,” Breeze replied nonchalantly, giving him a cool look as she tried to maneuver the conversation back to her favor, “Though not really for a buck like you. She’s gay.”

“Still a MILF,” Masher snorted back, grinning with that signature idiot look of his. Part moronic, part teasing, and all annoying, it never failed to get her. I knew that this time was no exception as a scowl crossed her features.

Immediately her cool attitude crumbled. “Fuck you,” she growled, flipping him a rude gesture with a wing, “Anyways, since neither of you have enough brainpower to give a forecast in a thunderstorm, I’ll tell you...” she paused, gesturing upwards and away with a forehoof. Her features brightened, “shore leave!”

Great, cloud-built buildings rose like monoliths above us. The dancing, neon lights of clubs, bars, and restaurants outdoing the dull, flickering glow of numerous lamp posts. Pegasi, most of whom flew above us, called out often greetings or waved at the three of us as we were forced to trot slowly below. The air was cool and refreshing, filled with the scents of the night and all the secrets it hid. The cloudy ground was soft and yielding underhoof, comfortable to walk on all day.

All far better than the musty, old smells and cold, cramped p-ways of our Thunderhead cloudship, Overcast. It was good to get off the ship, that I could agree with. But there was one thing that I just couldn’t stand...

“Hate dress whites, though,” I grumbled, readjusting my gigline for what felt like the hundredth time. “Colonel ought to let us out in our civvies!”

“Yeah, well that’s just ‘cause you’re a shitbag,” Masher grinned, chuckling. I ignored him and the usual urge to knock his stupid grin off his stupid face. More because I knew he could pound me into paste than any form of ‘taking the high wind’ of the issue.

Breeze shrugged. “Ponies don’t buy you as much stuff if you’re in civvies,” she said, returning a smile and a wave to some civilians across the street. That much was true, our dinner and a few rounds of drinks had all been happily paid for by smiling civilians. Our only real payment had been the smiles and nods we gave them after they thanked us for our service over and over again. Still, though, I had some bones to pick with the fancy, white uniforms.

“Yeah, well, you can’t really fly in them, the shoes hurt my hooves, I gotta wear the damned trousers way too high, and this!” I tugged at the kerchief around my neck, “frickin’ this!”

“What?” Masher gave me his grin, getting a rolled pair of eyes in return. Oh boy, here it comes. “Can you not tie a knot very well?” he laughed again at his own ‘clever’ pun, the only one who ever did.

“Go piss on a lightning bolt, Masher,” I replied with a dismissive wave.

“Oh, quit bitching, hotel’s right here. You can take that thing off when we get to our rooms,” Breeze chastised. She gave her sharp uniform a quick look, “Though I can’t say I agree with you, a little dressiness never hurt anypony.”

‘Only if you don’t consider my dick to be anypony!’ I thought, my eyes drawn upwards to the approaching building.

We were checked in quickly with another round of ‘thank you for your service!’ from hotel staff and a few others in the lobby, and promptly stepped into the elevator.

Quiet music played as we rode up to our floor. Our Commanding Officer, Colonel Autumn Leaf, had authorized the command tobuy out the top few floors for all of us enlisted ponies. Probably something to do with boosting morale. Shit had been picking up recently, lots of logistics: fuel getting moved around, more ammo for our weapons, increase in drills and training. There was one thing on everypony’s mind and it was enough to spawn hushed rumors in the smoke pits and galley:

What was coming?

Well, for the moment it was simple as I looked to the two others riding the elevator with me.

Breeze was going to share a room with her buck, Masher would probably call up some sleazy whore to suck him off, and me? Well, I had my own plans for the night. And they most certainly didn’t include my dress whites.

Ding! chimed the elevator, we stepped out as the doors slid open.

“Ugh, I’m tired!” Masher said as we made our way down the padded hallway, counting off rooms.

“You’re always tired,” I countered with a quick half-smile, “Goes with being a fat toad.”

“Hey!” Masher retorted, only half-offended, “I’m just big-boned, you skinny, little runt!”

“More like just a big bonehead!” I countered, smiling. “Now I may be a little one, but I do have at least one big bone!” I added, switching to a three-legged trot as I gestured down between my hind legs with a forehoof.

“SAPR!” Breeze mock-gasped, giggling.

A door to our right slammed open, an angry, uniformed mare glaring out at us, “Who’s SAPRing in my p-way!?” the three of us froze at her voice, memories of bootcamp flooding back into our minds.

If ever a name didn’t fit a pony, it was Chief Air Sergeant Wind Whisper. ‘Whisper’ was about the last thing that came to mind whenever you caught wind of her. And it didn’t help that she happened to be the one snarling orders every time we took our skytank out for an exercise.

“Well!?” she glared between the three of us, “Am I gonna NJP all three of you sorry excuses for a tank crew or are you gonna spill the beans? C’mon, we’re all blue falcons here, right!?”

Right.

Both Breeze and Masher simultaneously lifted forehooves to point right at me.

“Very well,” Chief Whisper growled, dark red eyes locking onto my own, “Wingpony Sky Skiff,” she addressed me, stepping aside and gesturing for me to enter, “Step inside, prepare for personal inspection.”

I held back a sigh that would’ve only made things worse, stepping into her room. The door slammed hard behind me, separating me from my treacherous fellows. Chief’s own dress whites were flawless, a hefty set of ribbons riding upon her breast.

“What are you looking at, Wingpony!?” she demanded, glaring at me as I eyed her chest candy, “How about you come to attention?”

I obliged, staring into nothingness, tail cocked at forty-five degrees, wings held straight back against my sides, head and ears erect, and hooves touching beneath me with toes pointed forwards. All checkpoints met, the perfect—uncomfortable—attention. As satisfied as she could be, she began her inspection.

“Why aren’t those shoes shined, Wingpony?” Chief Whisper snarled, tearing her eyes from my dress shoes and shoving them in my face. I detected the slightest trace of alcohol on her breath.

“I’m not very good at shining my shoes, Chief,” I replied, keeping my military bearing as sharp as a winter’s gale.

“I don’t think you’re very good at this whole Enclave thing!” she growled back, grilling me with her gaze as she stalked back and forth before me, “What are the requirements for dress shoes, Wingpony!?”

“Whole shoe polished to a shine, Chief,” I replied in rote.

“Hm,” she said simply, pausing my grilling for only a moment. I felt her eyes on my wings, “do you have a no-preen chit, Wingpony?”

“No, Chief,” I informed her. There was no point in lying, “I preened my wings last night after taps, I always—”

“Do I look like I give a gust?” she growled, waiting for a reply I was too smart to make, “You’re unsat, Wingpony! You got anything you wanna say for yourself?”

“Chief?” I asked, still staring ahead.

“Spit it out, Wingpony!” she snarled, glaring into my face.

One of my ears twitched back towards the door as I kept my face an emotionless mask, “I think we’re clear.”

For a moment she was silent, then white showed in my peripherals as she grinned widely. One of her hooves found my flank and traced its way down. She leaned in close, lips making my ear twitch involuntarily. Her voice had dropped from grilling to sultry, “This concludes your personal inspection…” her hoof made its way down between my hind legs, stroking my crotch through the thin polyester.

Well, wouldn’t ya know. My pants could get tighter!

Her hoof found the zipper, tugging it down before slipping inside the opening. A few light strokes had my cock nearly uncontainable within the confines of my uniform. A light nicker escaped my lips as I felt her take it in her hoof.

“What took you so long, Wingpony?” she asked, pulling her hoof out with her prize in tow. My erection twitched as her hoof traced up its growing length, flooding my mind with buzzing excitement. “Whatever happened to fifteen minutes early?”

“Well, I—” I began, relaxing as I turned to her.

She exploded immediately, hoof dropping from my shaft: “Did I tell you you could come out of attention, Wingpony!?” her voice blasted my ears back against my skull.

I was startled as she went from sexy to sergeant at the flip of a switch. I snapped back to attention...or as best I could with my rock-hard cock hanging unsheathed beneath me. Half words and gibberish sprouted from my lips as I tried to compose a proper answer, but none was needed as her stoney scowl relaxed back into an easy grin.

“Just screwing with you, Skiff. At ease,” she allowed, letting me breathe easy.

Speaking of screwing, though...I grinned, hopping forwards and engulfing her lips in my own. She let out a surprised ‘Mmf!’ as I speared her lips with my tongue, trying to make my way into the moist embrace of her mouth. Pressing into her, I drew her closer with my right forehoof, feeling her heart fluttering through her breast, almost in sync with my own.

But her wings flapped suddenly, forehooves shoving me away as she gasped for breath. I frowned at her, arousal ebbing slightly beneath me. What? I pouted at her like a kicked puppy.

“Council’s sake, Skiff!” she swore, our lips parting as she shoved me back, “Get off me! You’re gonna mess up my uniform!” she gave me a quick smile, turning to her bed, “Damn, you’re horny, let me get out of this before you jizz all over it or something.”

“C’mon, they’re whites!” I retorted with a chuckle, “Who would ever know?”

She rolled her eyes at me before dropping them down from my face as she eyed my fifth leg. She slipped out of her dress shoes, wings dropping to her belt.

“You just gonna stand there or strip, Wingpony?” she asked, a hint of her authority lacing her voice.

Oh yeah, dress whites.

I slipped out of the jumper first, tossing the kerchief away. My head got caught around the neck opening—the material straining as I growled—as I tore it off me. It followed my kerchief in a messy pile on the floor, getting a look from Whisper. I made a mental note to pick them up and fold them...eventually.

“So how was your day?” I asked, keeping myself stiff with a quick rub from my wings.

“How do you think, Wingpony,” she stressed my rank, sighing as she eyed the patch on her shoulder: three purple wing chevrons beneath a gray cloud with a lightning bolt. She’d already dropped her bottoms, setting them folded neatly on the nightstand. It was a pity her hind end wasn’t towards me, little Skiffy junior was getting soft again, “Paperwork for Senior Chief, problems from Air Sergeant Fluff, then wind-blasted engineers nearly crushed some poor boot with a tank and of course I had to write all the counseling chits...” another sigh escaped her, “...typical senior enlisted crap. Had just enough time to grab a drink before I stopped here.”

“Heh, well, junior enlisted for the win, then,” I chuckled, undoing my belt and button, then stepping out of my bottoms, naked before her. I watched as she slipped out of her jumper, folding it neatly with her wings and setting it atop the bottoms, “Nice to get off the ship, night’s been good so far,” my smile widened, “hope to end it with a bit of a bang.”

That got a chuckle out of her as she turned to the bed, giving me the grand view of her slit and pucker. Skiffy junior found himself suddenly at a very stiff attention as she glanced back over her withers, tail held high and aside to keep my view unobstructed.

“To my rear, march,” she fluttered her eyelids at me, mounting the bed. I followed, my orders clear. A wild nicker escaped me as I moved to mount her, but her tail brushed me aside before I could enter her. She tisked at me, tail brushing quickly against my face as she performed an about face, “I think this slot needs a little polishing before you get your tool in,” she sat down, falling onto her back with her hind legs spread wide, “start with your tongue.”

“Roger that,” I replied, giving a quick salute before dropping my snout to her ready pussy.

Prodding her slit with my snout, I inhaled deeply, taking in her scent before blowing out my hot breath against her. She shivered at the feeling, tail twitching beneath her, teeth digging into her lips.

I didn’t go straight in, meeting her eyes as I dropped my mouth to her bellybutton, kissing her warm, blue coat there. She gave a soft nicker as I moved downwards, kissing between her two small teats. She squirmed as I took one with my lips, rolling it about, licking at the fleshy nub with my tongue.

“Oh, get on with it!” she growled.

I dropped my snout to her moistened opening, giving her vulva a soft set of kisses, each eliciting a moan from the mare. She hated foreplay, and I knew it. No time for buildup, just get to the climax was her slogan. And how I loved defying it.

I nuzzled at her opening, testing the waters with my nose, giving her quick laps with my tongue. A gasp escaped her lips, hind legs going stiff and hooves curling as I began to build her up.

“Just—mm—get in there!” she gasped, spread hooves quivering, wings pressed tightly into the sheets.

Slowly, I parted her with my tongue, lapping at her like a hummingbird might taste a flower’s nectar. She squirmed as I found her nub, teasing it. Slowly, I began to speed up, my cock throbbing hard beneath me at the taste of her.

“What is—ohhh fuck! Yes!” she gasped and squirmed as I drove my tongue fervently into her, digging the wet taste-organ deep inside to get at her leaking honey pot, “Your—mm—your phonetic—oh!—alphabet!” she cried out, barely capable of coherent speech.

‘We’ll see how long she lasts,’ I mentally chuckled.

“Apple!” I called out from within the confines of her slobber-filled cunt, letting the vibrations travel up inside her, “Bridle! Colt!”

“Mmm!” she nickered, wings jutting stiffly into the bed’s mattress. Her hind legs were spread wide to give me easier access, hooves curling with carnal pleasure.

“Dam...Ergot...Flank...Geld...Hoof...” I continued, loving the way she squirmed against my tongue, biting down on her lip as if that would help her last longer.

It didn’t.

By the time I said: “Rodeo…” her cunt erupted as an orgasm wracked her frame, seeping down past her tail and filling the room with the scent of her sex. I lapped at her dripping slit, making her squirm further as pleasure wracked her frame.

I rested my chin on her crotch, watching her across her fluttering breast. Her eyes met mine as her orgasm subsided, a half-grin on her face. Before I could ask what was up, a yelp escaped me as she shoved me back, pouncing atop me and silencing me with her lips. My struggles ceased as I granted her access, tasting the inside of her mouth with my own.

She broke contact after a moment, dropping her eyes to my erection. Backing off me, I let out a soft gasp as her lips engulfed my member. Her tongue swirled wetly around the tip, a delighted whinny escaping my lips as I thrust softly into her mouth.

One of her wings dropped down between my legs, the soft feathers brushing up against my balls, curling to cup them. Her lips retracted as precum dribbled from my throbbing shaft, her other wing curling around it as she began to stroke me up and down.

A rush of cum exploded out of my cock as she leaned in to kiss me, a short gasp letting her brush her tongue freely against my own. Her wing guided my orgasm, spilling seed across my trembling breast and down across the bedsheets.

“Mm…” I purred into her mouth, cock dribbling to a halt. I felt my softening erection begin to retract when her wings gripped me tighter, stroking with renewed vigor to keep me hard.

“Not just yet,” she smiled down at me, straddling my prone form and giving my nose a kiss once I was ready again. I grinned up at her as she looked down between us, guiding herself down onto my rock hard shaft.

She sat down as my tip entered her, sliding up the walls of her love tunnel to the sound of her soft moan. Her hooves pressed down upon my cum-stained breast as she assumed a cowgirl position, smiling down at me as she began her ride.

The inside of her was lubricated and ready against me, engulfing my cock like an envelope would a letter. We rutted deep into the night, the cloud bed huffing and puffing softly along with us.

I came twice before her back arched, the slick movement of her hindquarters against my shaft ceasing as she rode out her own well-earned orgasm. I got in another few good thrusts of my own, pushing myself over the edge and emptying into her a third time with a groan of ecstasy.

She slid off me, letting my cock fall limply to my chest and sidling up next to me with a pleased little nicker as my seed dripped out of her. I rolled over to nuzzle into her neck, nipping at one of her floppy ears as we shared in each other's warm embrace.

“Was it good, Chief?” I asked her, giving a small peck on her cheek.

“It was sat, Wingpony,” she chuckled back, kissing me yet again as she stroked my chest with a hoof, “However, comma…” with a final peck on my lips she stood and hopped off the bed. I watched her hind end as she turned towards the bathroom, stroking myself with a hoof as I felt a soft stirring in my loins, “...it was also very messy, so I’m going to need a shower.”

The door closed shut behind her, the shower starting up a few moments later.

The bed made a soft, poofing sound as I rolled back onto my back, the scents of our sex filling my nostrils. A hardass on the outside, she got me hardcocked on our secret, little sojourns behind closed doors. I sighed.

If only they didn’t have to be closed doors, but fraternization policy was both clear and strict: no junior-senior enlisted couplings. If we ever wanted to be open about our relationship it’d need to be when one of us was out of the service, or when we were both on the same level in the service.

I’d come in as a measly little E-3 with a hoof-full of college credits and even after my five years of service I’d maintained that paygrade. Meanwhile she’d advanced to E-7 in her eight years, making the former scenario the more likely of the two. It wasn’t that I tried to be a shitbag, I just...I dunno, wasn’t as good as she was!

A soft sigh escaped me. I’d taken the E-4 exam seven times already and I knew I’d get it eventually, but until I got a higher paygrade we had to remain separated in the open.

Even then, though—my eyes turned towards the bathroom door—what was I to her? Just a good lay? A chance to beat the dumb frat policy? A living dildo? She liked me, that was for sure, but was it all just for the sex...or could something more bloom from it once the frat policy was no longer a problem? We both had birth cards—courtesy of military service—and both of us were single, was a family something I could look forward to down the line?

The shower was still running.

“Eh, screw all this sappy shit,” I grumbled, “Does she love you, too? Who knows?” a small grin spread my lips, “Night’s not done just yet…”

I rolled off onto the floor, trotting over to the bathroom. The door wasn’t locked, wisps of steam spilling out as I entered.

“Come to join me?” her silhouette asked from behind the shower curtain.

“Waste less water if we share,” I grinned, meeting her own smile as I parted the curtain and stepped in. Her coat was wet, mane plastered down against her skull. She smelled clean as another kiss was passed between our lips, hot water rushing over me.

I mounted her as she reared up to adjust the shower head, her surprise evident as I entered her from behind. She dropped back to all fours, smiling back at me as I rutted her, thrusting into her as water spilled over us.

A low nicker escaped me as I came inside her, warm seed erupting out of her pussy, running down her legs and down the drain with the flow of water. I remained inside her for a time, getting in a last few humps before my retreating stallionhood returned to its sheath, spent.

I brought up my wing, helping finish her off with my feathers. She gave a loud cry, collapsing against me as my feathers pressed up inside her. She didn’t last long with the build up my cock had given her and soon enough a whinny exploded from her lips, mare cum washing down my wing with the rush of water.

We traded nuzzles for a time, happy to take more than the typical two minutes we would be entitled to on the ship. But eventually the water went off and we stepped into the steamy bathroom.

“That thing with your wing at the end there, I liked that,” she said as we began to towel off.

“Just returning the favor,” I replied with a smile, making a masturbatory gesture with my hoof. She chuckled, giving me another quick kiss.

After a quick change of sheets we traded nuzzles on the bed, warm bodies pressed together under the covers. I stroked her soft, pink mane as she rested her head against my now-clean chest, some of my earlier doubts coming back to me as she fell asleep.

I brushed my doubts away with my eyelids as I closed them, finding myself soon happily asleep.

For those of you who skipped the steamy stuff: the key points are Skiff is currently having secret sexual relations with his superior, something that is very much frowned upon in the military. However, he's not sure if it's just casual sex or if it's something more that could blossom into a full-on relationship (though he quietly hopes that it is the latter).