The Rise of Passion

Gallus approached the splayed-out mare lying on the bed. He'd rehearsed this dozens of times with Cozy, and she had marked him as improving with every session. Now it was time to put it into practice.

He dragged his claws softly along her thighs, letting her feel how dangerous he was, but at the same time, how gentle he could be. The idea was to appear to be a capable protector for her. Next, he placed his tongue in the inside of her thigh and dragged it up to her knee. This showed his desire. Finally, as he lowered his head, he kept his eyes locked with hers. This was about dominance. This was what he was going to do, and he was going to control the pace.

As soon as his tongue slipped into her, she closed her legs. "What do you think you are doing, Gallus?" she scowled down at him. He glanced back and forth, having lost his confidence in what he was doing. He couldn't answer back, as his beak was wedged in her snatch. "Don't eat me out; I wanted your phallus."

She let go of his head, and he licked his beak. "I've, uh... I've never..."

Zecora sat up and leaned forward. "Your foreplay, in comparison, is many steps above, and now you tell me that you've yet to make love?"

Gallus nodded sheepishly. Had she not stopped him and let him start with what he knew and work his way up, he may have had the confidence, but Cozy always stopped him, saying she was saving her cunt for somepony deserving of it. Thankfully, he'd been done with training with her before Shining had become enthralled, so he didn't have to slurp out globules that had been left behind, but he'd always been stopped before he could make it to penetration. He was hoping he'd have found somepony to practise with before making it this far on an actual assignment. Without a guide, he wasn't comfortable just leaping forward.

Zecora grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him on top of her, kissing him deeply. "It seems we both were cast aside. But at least this time, you didn't hide. You have to stay an honest creature. That sets you apart, as a most noble feature."

She reached down and grabbed his cock, rubbing it against her pussy, then pushing the tip into the proper hole. Looking into his eyes, she nodded, indicating that he should do what feels natural. If there were any problems, she would not hesitate to tell him, and forgive him his inexperience.

He began with some very shallow thrusts. He had seen his own penis multiple times and felt it even more often. He knew there were sharp barbs on it that sometimes stung the inside of his sheathe. They would probably sting inside of her, as well. He wanted to be careful, as hurting her was going to damage their plans.

"That you're being so nice means that you're a keeper," smiled Zecora, gyrating her hips to accentuate his movements. "But you can't stay on the surface, you have to go deeper!"

She grabbed his hips and pulled him all the way in. His balls slammed against her arsehole, giving him a pulse of pain. However, that pain came with something else. It felt really good. It hurt, but it was a pleasant hurt; a sort of dull numbness that made his stomach flutter. He was happy, and at the same time, scared. What was this sensation?

He began to pull his hips back, and the sensation in his dick was another new experience. The barbs in his cock all dug into her flesh, scratching up her insides, but pushing his barbs all to his tip at once. It was way better than his claw could ever hope to be. He could only hope that he wasn't hurting her.

As he began to thrust more and more, that thought escaped his mind. All thoughts did. He wasn't thinking about how the plan was going or what his next step would be. He was preoccupied with the feeling of being inside of this zebra and the sensations he was feeling for the first time in his life. This was what he wanted. This was what he needed, and now that he had a taste, he wasn't going to give up until Twilight was his.

He was so caught up in the feeling that he soon came inside of her, unexpectedly. He'd barely lasted five minutes. As his sense of time came back, he looked at her. "Sorry I couldn't last... I'm out of practice."

"I'm surprised you lasted that long," smirked Zecora. "That you held out proves that your stamina's strong."

"Yeah, but you didn't finish," said Gallus. "And now you have to wait for me to work myself back up. It's going to shrink down."

Zecora shook her head. "Think back to that vial I bade you imbibe. It counteracts the condition that you describe. If you wish for Sandbar to find you astounding, then take a deep breath and resume your pounding."

Gallus had all but forgotten why he was here. He needed an in with Sandbar. He'd been so caught up in the moment that he'd lost sight of his goal, completely drowned out by the moment. Now he was prepared.

He picked himself up, hooked his elbows under her knees, and pushed her onto her shoulders, lifting her arse and cunt up to face him. With his heart retuning to him, he pushed his cock back inside of her, driving forward with all of his might.

For the next twenty minutes, he took charge of the situation. He'd now had his first time, and he knew what he was doing, at least to some degree. He wasn't an expert, but he was pretty confident that he could satisfy her, and after a few minutes, he'd picked up on enough of her signals to keep going until finally, she clamped down on him, that moment marking her first of the night, and his third ever.

That turned out to be too much for him, however. The exhaustion, he knew well. He was used to long bouts of energy use; as part of his guard training, he was required to be able to run five kilometers at least twice a month to prove that he was in shape, and he scored well in that class. He wasn't exhausted physically. He was exhausted emotionally and mentally. His brain had been battered by an onslaught of pleasure so powerful and constant that he couldn't think clearly. He passed out on top of Zecora, enraptured in her warm, soft embrace.