Palomino Nights - AKA, Chapter 2.5
"Move! It! Have you two shitheads never replaced a wheel before!?"
"We're trying our best here, Sergeant!"
"Can't get sand out of the bearings, Sergeant!"
I sighed.
The San Palomino Desert's boundary outpost was the worst place to be stationed for somepony in the NCR. There was sand everywhere; coarse, rough, and constantly going places where you'd least expect. Even with the recently-activated "Gardens of Equestria" spell, it felt as if the desert was the same as it looked before: bleak, boring, and boundless. Not to mention, of course, the constant trips to "Death Gulch" - which certainly lived up to its name.
It'd onlybeen a week since my promotion to Sergeant, but already, I felt as if my head was going to explode. My brows furrowed in frustration while the two bumbling griffons ahead of me struggled with what was, to me, the simplest task in the entire Equestrian wasteland. You remove the bolts, clean the bearings, and replace the wheel. What was so hard about that? It felt like every minute I spent in this awful sand-trap, I was becoming more and more unhinged.
Fed up with chaperoning the village idiots, I blew a disheveled strand of brown mane out of my face and turned around to trot into one of the further wagons' rear hold. Evidently, "President" Grimfeathers didn't care as much about the desert crew to give us skywagons, leaving us with the more primitive tech.
Looking down at my hooves while I stepped into the wagon's shade, I was reminded that it'd been at least two weeks since I'd last been able to take a bath. The dirtier I saw my coat grow, the unhappier I became. I felt gross! In my prime, every single one of these burly, native stallions around would've been ogling me up and down, wanting a piece of my flank. The very thought sent a pleasant feeling down my spine and into my rear, causing a shiver to course through me.
Ever since my 30th birthday, however, it'd been increasingly difficult to find a proper romp. Nopony wanted an older mare, even with the scarcity of willing mates in the wastes. I still had nice proportions! My hips were proportional and my barrel was noticeably slender than most, not to mention my muscular forelegs. I'd been an active mare all my life, for Goddess' sake! Plopping down onto the wooden floor of the caravan, I pouted.
It just wasn't fair.
I bit my lip, thinking about how much I'd wanted one of the fine, strong bucks at the market earlier to woo me, to say all the right things and sneak me off to somewhere private where we'd enjoy eachother's intimate company, where he'd... He'd...
I whimpered softly, feeling my loins grow hot and damp - my button-sized clit winking powerfully underneath me. I uncomfortably shifted in my seat, rubbing against the floor in all the right places. How long had it been since I last got bucked? Scratch that - how long had it been since I'd had the privacy to fantasize about getting bucked?
I had maybe fifteen, twenty minutes before the officers returned. Thirty before the two birdbrains outside repaired the wheel.
I could make it.
Nervously getting on my hooves, I peeked outside - looking to the left and right before shutting the caravan's canopy and obscuring the view inside. My heart was racing. Was I really going to do this? All somepony had to do was open that tarp, and they'd bear witness to every single slick bit of my nethers.
Though, maybe I liked that feeling. The thought of a curious stallion waltzing towards a cart that smelled and sounded like a mare in heat, coming inside, then rutting me like a hungry whore seemed to drive me further into a lust-drunk state of fervor. My tail flagged while I reached down between my hindlegs and started to rub my moistening folds.
Schlick. Schhhhhhlick. Schlick.
"M-mff..."
I collapsed onto my side, rolling onto my back. My hindlegs went into the air, exposing my shame-soaked rear to the covered entrance of the wagon. My mind immediately raced to having somepony on top of me, shoving their girthy cock in and out of my marehood.
Schliiiick. Schllliiiiick. Schliiiick.
I massaged my winking clit with deep and powerful strokes of my hoof, fur on the insides of my hindlegs soaked and matted. It wasn't enough, I needed something deeper - I needed something intimate. I wanted to sneak away and flag my tail for the first stallion I saw, I wanted to be mounted and publicly rutted like there was no tomorrow.
"A-aah... Fuck!"
Squeaking, I felt myself get closer to release. I was such a naughty mare, doing this in such a public, vulnerable place. I desperately needed somepony to punish me. Raising my free hoof, I moved to the side and struck my own flank. SMACK!
"N-naughty, naughty mare!" I whimpered, fully rolling onto my side with my hoof dug into my crotch while I continued to strike myself. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I was desperate. Desperate for a pony to come in and fuck me. I thought about a particular stallion I saw at the market earlier - tall, muscular, and a package on full display - uncovered by his short tail. I thought back to his heavy sack swinging around between his legs, and how much I wanted to choke on his fat cock right then and there. He could have yanked me to the side in the middle of the crowd, mounted me, pumped me full of his hot cum, and I wouldn't have complained one bit.
I moved again, rolling onto my belly and raising my flank into the air, my tail whisking onto my back. "F-fuuuck... Fuck m-meee..." I moaned, humping into my own hoof. I was such a naughty, desperate whore. A familiar feeling craving release began to build up inside of me. I was about to spray my shame through the entire wagon.
Schlick! Schlick! Schlick!
Finally, after a short burst of quickly grinding my body against my slick hoof, I felt it: a powerful shock that ran through my entire body. My legs buckled, nearly giving out underneath me while the dock of my tail twitched. I bucked my hips forward into my awaiting hoof, whimpering and moaning while I came. The tarp that covered the wagon's insides was quickly spattered with a burst of marecum, pitter-pattering onto the floor.
The convulsing went on for several more seconds before coming to an end, leaving me a sweaty, panting mess. I flopped onto the ground with a smile.
"H-haah... Aaah... F-fuck, been... Too long."
Closing my eyes, I would've certainly drifted off to sleep if I hadn't been interrupted again by one of the griffon brothers again.
"Hey Sarge! What way's the wheel go on, again?!"
I couldn't help but gigglesnort before blowing another long strand of mane from my sweaty face. The wagon's floor creaked as I shakily stood, taking a deep breath before hopping back outside to resume my duties.
It was gonna be a long night, wasn't it?
Completed: Stress Relief!
Author's Note
I originally wrote this as an example of how self-love can be written in a story. Turns out, I liked it enough to publish it!
Feel free to point out any odd word repetition or grammar errors. If you're coming here for the smut... Read the main fic attached to this story! It's pretty cool! Plus, you get crucial context!
