“Look… it’s almost daylight. I’m tired and in heat so just rut me so I can get to sleep.”

My Moon Shadow had a way with words while we laid in bed, sharing breath, sharing warmth, sharing a dream. Her left eye cracked open to give me a look that meant…

I couldn’t exactly tell, really. My right eye was barely open and the lashes gave everything a slatted broken look. “So, you want me to wake up enough to drop my cock, get you nice and creamy, rail you into the pillows, blow my load deep in you… just so you can get to sleep tonight?”

Moon Shadow, that sly slut of mine, just hunched her body a few times, turning away as she grunted in annoyance with the sheets. A few grunts and moans had her on her back, then facing away from me. Her tail swatted past my chin and over her hip as she murmured, “Here’s your big chance to have your way with me. Don’t need to drug me this time - just have at me, mister big-shot Lunar Guard. You know how much I love a stallion in uniform.”

My forehoof clapped her flank, and slid around her hip, leaving a darkened ring around her cutiemark. “And what about Big Bad Guards who are out of uniform?” I pulled us closer together, my cock already dropping and sliding against her curves, leaving a thin trail as it lengthened.

“Hate ‘em”, she grumbled. “No where to keep hoof cuffs so what’s the point? And speaking of points; is that a nightstick in my plot or are you just hap-SWEETMERCIFULLUNA! YOU BUCKING STABBED ME!”

I leaned over, biting high on her neck, frothing into her mane while I hunched my hips so hard that she was right; I stabbed her with my cock hard as I could, as deep into her needy cunt as I could give. It was perfect for what we wanted; I’m just thick enough around for her fun, but just slightly too long for her to take easily or comfortably. This time it was all about hammering her from the inside to punish her for making fun of me.

And every grunt with every hunch into her flung spittle across her mane, her neck, her shoulder while my teeth held her down painfully, possessively. Snarling my lips back against my teeth I could only just barely get out, “Rut you, rail you, dump in you so YOU can sleep, you buckin’ needy bitch in heat? This what you wanted? You want the whole town to hear you getting ridden hoping they get a turn?”

“OH! You buckin’ son of aHHHHARGH!”

My teeth chomped in deeper, wrenching her head up and back by the muscles as they tensed up in pain. Her voice jumped too, breath breaking out of her throat as my cock’s face slapped into the top of her cunt. OH, that sound let me know I was doing things just right, but to make things better…

“That bucking hurts yo–HEPH!!”

One way to shut that complaining slut up was to force the air out of her from the inside. But now the trick was to keep the air out, and wrapping my forelegs around her neck and pulling her into my mouth kept her lungs mostly empty finally. The only complaining she could do now was grunting, and only just barely that. At least one of us could still get a word in edgewise. “Shew… shud… yer… mouph… WHORSE!”

OH! Now, that did it! NOW we were in a fight for control over the morning. She was bucking at me, trying to get my cock out of her guts and her neck out of my teeth but I already had a massive advantage: I could breathe. I used that, growling and drooling into her mane and I hissed in her pelt, “Cum drunk little whorse. Only married you so I don’t have to pay for sex. What’s the matter, little cum sponge? Getting tired? Does it hurt when I do THIS!”

I punched my cock’s face hard into the roof of her cunt over and over again, making me wince with how short she was inside. The trailing off wheezing whinnies of pain she got through her throat let me know I was doing perfectly, forcing the last of her breath out and keeping it there.

“Aww! I should invite everyone over to watch you pass out. You want that, slut? Want to be watched? How about we breed you while you’re out cold? I’ll hold a raffle, maybe share some bits with you. C’mon slut - tell me not to.”

I could only just barely see Moon Shadow’s eye over her cheek. Her lashes were clumped together with tears and her focus was nowhere, the iris a razor-thin line bordering her pupil, as open as it could be in terror. Her mouth was open, slack and useless, trying to get a breath in. And her tongue was flopping against her black lips, a sickly, unhealthy purple.

The way her neck shivered, her head trying to toss reflexively from lack of air instead of her fighting, this was the point I was getting her to. I shoved my hips in, speared my cock flare against the base of her cervix, unleashing my cum into it and loosened my forelegs around her throat.

Her body reflexively BREATHED! Wheezing the live-giving air into her lungs, almost whistling past her vocal cords it was so fast!

WHEEZE!

WHEEZE.

Wheeze…

Peese…

Beeps…

Beep… Beep… Beep.. Beep.

“You can’t die, Moon Shadow! You’re not supposed to die before us! Foals aren’t supposed to die before their parents!”

My mother was at Shadow’s side with me in the Critical Care Ward - ironically two halls away from where I had been. Where my life had, in a way started.

Shadow’s was ending.

“Mom. S–!”

I flailed out of bed, terrified out of my dream! Drool on my muzzle, my cock drooping and retracting, my eyes looking around in terror!

I could only just barely breathe. I couldn’t move. Tears were streaked down my face, raining on my hoof.

I wasn’t at the Critical Care Ward.

“...sweet merciful Luna,” I whispered.

Moon Shadow wasn’t dying next to me.

“...please…”

The picture of Shadow and me on the table had a sliver of daybreak’s light on it, across our cheeks.

My throat tightened, strangling my heart enough that each beat was another lash of punishment through my skull.

I was and wasn’t in that room again.

“--please… don’t let me live through that again.”

Author's Note

I know it's been a long time since I last wrote... sorry.

I also know there will be a non-zero number of cloppers who are going to be very upset with me / this chapter... half-sorry.

But I needed to write while the iron was hot, even if it's far more "surface" than I would have liked.