It was late at night, with Luna’s moon full and high up within the starry-filled sky, as Sweetie Belle made her way out of her parent’s house. Her ears stayed on high alert as they listened to her father’s snoring as well as her mother’s occasional whiney, both so loud that the creaking of the floorboards could barely be heard. Yet the young unicorn did not take that for granted as she slowly made her way to the door which she slowly opened with her magic. Once she was outside, she stayed there at the door for several long seconds, still listening to the noises made by her still sleeping parents from the upper floor before finally closing the door.
Now cut off from the house, the only sounds Sweetie could hear were the chirping of the crickets and the wind as it blew through the trees. Turning around, the filly gazed down her street that ran through Ponyville. Even though she had done this several times already, the change from a busy town like this to something more akin to a ghost town was a little unnerving. Almost enough to make her want to return back indoors.
Almost.
Taking a breath, Sweetie began to gallop. She moved past Sugarcube Corner whose windows were no longer brightly lit with confetti flying around, but dark and still. She ran past her sister's shop, doing her best not to look at the lifeless mannequins as they gazed out lifelessly at all who passed them by. She ran through the trails leading to Sweet Apple Acres, the trees now bare of leaves and fruit thus giving them an almost demonic appearance. As she did all this, a smile began to make its way on her face. Not because she was conquering some primal fear she had, but because she was near her destination.
Where he would be.
Sweetie’s heart nearly skipped a beat as she came to a clearing close to the center of her friend’s family farm. One large enough for several fillies and colts to gather in, which they had several times already. In this large and mostly secluded area, they had been able to experiment with their growing bodies. Things that, if the adults in the town ever found out, would land them in a heap of trouble.
As she drew closer to the center, she found that a blanket had been laid out. Smiling at the gesture, Sweetie went to lay on it while she waited for him to arrive. For them to continue to do what they felt uncomfortable doing in front of so many prying eyes. Sure, Apple Bloom had no problem doing all sorts of things with Rumble while Scootaloo and a Changeling filly showed they had no shame. But with him and Sweetie, they wanted their privacy.
Sweetie only had to wait for a moment or two before she heard it. The fluttering of wings, their unique sound she knew by heart now, followed by the snapping of a branch. Quickly she turned her head to look at the source of the sound finding golden eyes staring back at her. Oh, those eyes. When she had first seen them at Twilight’s School of Friendship they had sent shivers down her spine. But not the kind that caused her fur to stand on end. No, that shiver meant something else. And the longer she stared into them, the more she knew what it meant. That she belonged with this stallion.
After a couple more snapping of fallen twigs and the crunching of leaves under hooves, her stallion entered the clearing. With his goddess’ moon shining down upon him, Sweetie could his messy, wild purple mane that Rarity would compare to a dirty mop. But, honestly, Sweetie thought it suited him just fine. His coat was a steely grey while his leathery wings were the same color as his mane. As he came closer, Sweetie Belle could also make out his cutie mark: a large shield with bat wings on its sides with a red, slit eye staring out from its center.
“Sorry I’m a little late,” said Night Sentry, giving Sweetie the fanged smile that only a thestral could give. “The security around the school is getting tighter. Either Starlight is catching on to what we’re doing or she’s becoming more paranoid.”
“Or maybe it's something else,” said Sweetie as she sat upright. “I heard that Gallus and his friends have been leaving campus a few times.”
“How did you hear about that?” asked Sentry, raising an eyebrow at Sweetie as he drew closer.
Sweetie, in response, just rolled her eyes. “Because I actually listen to my sister when she goes on one of her rants.” A small laugh escaped her lips as she finished this statement echoed by a light chuckle from her coltfriend. Now he was seated next to her, his body pressing against hers. A soft moan escaped her as she inhaled his earthly scent that seemed to be so embedded into his coat that no amount of baths or showers could ever destroy. She could smell the centuries-old caves he had lived in before coming to this school, the odor of copper and steel from his family's forge, and even the scent of various crystals he had come across. All of these odors, along with his warmth, seemed to inflame her recent heat which had started this morning. It was still somewhat dull, so if they had their fun tonight then she shouldn’t get pregnant. At least, that’s what she heard.
“Are you ready?” asked Sentry as he looked down at the slightly smaller pony. Rather than answering him with words, Sweetie leaned forward to capture his lips with her own. Her lover responded like he always did, flattening his tufted ears as he added his tongue to the mix. The moment she felt his wet muscle sliding into her mouth to caress her gums sent a shiver down Sweetie’s spine causing her to wink. Opening her mouth, Sweetie’s tongue joined in as it began to trace his fangs before meeting with his own tongue. Over and over, the two organs began to roll over the other making the wettest sounds that could be heard through their jaws nearly drowning out the low moans they made.
If her stallion still wondered if she was ready, what Sweetie Belle did next should have put those thoughts to rest. Her hoof reached down to that spot between his legs, easily finding his member which had begun to poke its way out of its sheath. Lightly she stroked the flat head, adding to the stimulation to help it extend faster into the night air while never breaking her kiss. Her horn then began to glow a light green shining in the night like a beacon, a similar glow surrounding the stallion’s balls. With skill that came from doing this countless likes, Sweetie’s magic began to fumble the twin orbs.
Very soon, Sweetie’s hoof began to run along the entirety of Sentry’s length. Her cunny shuttered and winked, dripping its nectar as she felt every vein underneath the warm skin. A moan nearly escaped her as she felt the medial ring, knowing where it had been before as well as where it shall be again.
Finally breaking with their long kiss, Sweetie’s lips dripping with saliva, the little pony began to lower her head downward while her horn traced itself against her colt’s barrel. Lower she went, the scent of his masculine scent becoming stronger, almost overwhelmingly powerful, as she closed the gap. Her mouth watered as it hungered for her now favorite treat.
When her chin made contact, Sweetie pulled herself backward before hungrily lunging forward to take in Sentry’s shaft. No playful licking or teasing. Sweetie wanted, no, needed his salty cock in her maw as quickly as possible. Drool began to overflow as his taste and smell flooded her mouth, the only thing her nose picked up was pure thestral masculine. All of these sensations flooded her mind, causing it to grow hazy from being so overwhelmed. She went in, allowing the wonderful cock to hit the back of her throat while feeling his hoof and wing running through her mane. Discomfort was the farthest thing from her mind, barely aware of the gagging noise she made as she used her mouth to please her colt.
For the next several minutes, Sweetie used her mouth to pleasure her coltfriend’s cock. Loud, wet sounds filled the air as her lips ran over the skin and around the medial ring nearly drowning out the few whimpers and moans she made. Her own sex drooled, juices running down both legs as her tail wagged back and forth like a bitch in heat. Each time she felt him twitch in her mouth it made her want to suck a little harder, move a little faster, lap her tongue around it a little more if it meant that his seed would be released. But if the pre-cum leaking out was any indication, she wouldn’t need to wait much longer.
Sentry’s hooves soon found themselves on either side of her head, holding it in place. A bliss-filled hum was the only noise she could make, knowing what was about to happen, as the colt began to buck his hips forward. There was pain, enough so that a few tears were shed. But the pleasure she felt in this moment, along with the high from all the pre-cum filling her easily overshadowed it. By the time he had thrust in her ten times, a torrent of cum began to flow. Quickly it flooded her mouth, causing her cheeks to puff up as its scent filled her nostrils. Somehow she managed to swallow, sending the creamy fluid down into her belly as more cum painted her tongue white. If her head was spinning before, now she felt like she was in the center of a twister caught in the winds of pleasure. The only thing keeping her on the ground, tethered to reality was this colt.
After two more mouthfuls of cum, her stomach sloshing with the fluid, Sentry pulled out of her mouth nearly hitting her nose and horn with his still hard cock. Her heart began to beat a little faster, mind still a little dizzy as she smiled a dopey grin at him which he returned. Sluggishly, Sweetie turned around to present herself to her colt. Her chin and forelegs were down, pressed against the blanket while her hind legs were raised slightly so that her flank was in the air. With her tail flagged, Sweetie Belle shook her rump back and forth in the most inviting way she could while waving her scent in the air. Sweetie's cheeks flushed a little as she realized just how slutty she must look at that moment. How she would have keeled over had there been anypony else around them, watching and judging them. Honestly, Sweetie didn’t know how the others could put their shame away when others were around as they bucked like wild animals.
Thankfully, right now it was just her and the thestral. So she didn’t care at all as he took her flank with both hooves, holding it in place. Her breathing quickened as she felt the flat head of his shaft pressing against her quivering back lips, his heat and wetness mingling with her own.
“Please,” was all she could say as she awaited him to pierce her young folds.
Then, it happened. A whiney escaped her, echoing through the night as his member sank deep inside her sex. Sweetie felt like she could have cum, hard, right then and there spilling her juices all over his thick rod as it stretched her walls like it had every time since it had taken her virginity. His member sank deep within her, his weight adding to the thrust thanks in part to the position.
For a moment, Sentry held this position as they both breathed hard while adjusting to this sudden stimulation. Sweetie could feel her walls wrapping around his cock, feeling every nook and cranny that was inside of her. She could almost picture his cock in her mind's eyes as well as her passage around it.
Time didn’t seem to matter to the filly, only noticing the wind blowing through the trees once more before Sentry began to move. He opened his wings, Sweetie Belle noticing their shadow on the blanket and forest floor, as he pushed himself back. Then, once the medial ring was out and pressing against her clit, did he move back in. This action caused Sweetie to let out another squeal making her grateful that it was so late at night. Had it been during the day, she was sure the noise would have traveled through the orchard and into the ears of nearby ponies.
Another thrust soon came, pressing Sweetie’s face against the ground as more force was added. Her hooves gripped at the blanket as another cry escaped her lips, the cum in her stomach moving about as he plowed into her. Over and over, she could mentally see his cock as it pushed through her folds with little resistance to hit every nerve. With every passing thrust, the colt was becoming more brutal. His motions were getting faster, harder so that it felt like Sentry was trying to break down a gate in order to breach a castle’s defenses. And by Celestia, Luna, Twilight, Discord, and whoever else was out there did she love it! Her cries of pleasure rang out through the night air until finally, she had to bite at the fabric beneath her, almost tearing it in the process. Her hooves wrapped up the blanket, pulling it closer to her while sparks shot out from her horn. Each green light flickered, arching in the air before falling back to the earth as before another one took its place just like the sparks of pleasure within Sweetie Belle’s body.
It was when Sentry was at his wildest did he lean forward so quickly that it knocked Sweetie forward. Her face ran across the cold grass, mixing with the heat in her body. Then she felt something more: Sentry’s fangs prickling against her ear. It was too much. She didn’t remember when the fabric had left her mouth, all Sweetie knew was that at that moment she cried out one last time to the starry heavens above as his seed filled her. Her own climax erupted soon after as her vision became as white as the fluid filling her inner passage so much that it began to overflow, leaking out of her while her hind legs feebly kicked at nothing.
But they weren’t done. Neither Sentry nor Sweetie wanted that to be it as they continued. Sentry pressed her back against one of the trees, her forelegs wrapped around his neck and one hind leg wrapped around him as he fucked her roughly. Then she was on her back, sprawled out as he got on top of her. One time, Sweetie got on top of him as she slowly lowered her dripping pussy onto his cock to be filled once again. Each time the filly’s senses seemed to explode as load after load filled her. How many times did her eyes roll into the back of her head as pleasure bombarded her like lightning in a storm?
Then, when he pulled out that last time, Sentry rolled next to the filly. Both were panting heavily, their coats drenched with their sweat and other fluids. Yet neither of them seemed to mind, cuddling close with Sentry nuzzling into Sweetie’s neck.
Little did Sweetie Belle know that, as they lay there with the moon shining down upon them, that the stallion’s seed had found its fertile soil. That within the coming weeks, she would begin to see the signs of her pregnancy.
