Opposites Attract

Tying his mane up and behind his head, Zephyr anxiously peered at his reflection. “A…are you sure we can’t just -”

“No,” Tempest huffed, grabbing his chin and turning him to face her. “We are going to go meet your parents and we are going to have a nice, relaxing lunch with them.”

Releasing him, she turned her attention back to the mirror. It had been two months - two long, incredible months since she’d bitten the proverbial bullet and started dating Zephyr. They’d been on multiple dates, saw one another with increasing frequency, and it was becoming commonplace for them to share a room at night, but there was one thing they hadn’t done. Throughout all their time together, they’d yet to make their relationship public.

There were a number of reasons why they’d kept their budding romance secretive, but the biggest was their mutual concern of how they’d be viewed. Due to her actions, Tempest had accrued no small amount of infamy for herself, becoming a mare to be viewed with fear and respect in equal measure, while Zephyr had effectively drifted through life from one job to the next without any appreciable measure of success. They both knew that it was a relatively silly concern, especially because there had been odder pairings throughout the history of Equestria, although they’d decided to tackle it head on.

It would only be a matter of time until somepony saw them when they were out and about before the rumor mill started to turn. Ponies talked, they always had and they likely always would, and the last thing either of them wanted was to be cornered and asked if they were having an affair with one another - as such, they’d decided to head off any speculation at the pass. After much discussion and quite a bit of convincing, Tempest had persuaded Zephyr that they’d meet his family for lunch and break the news.

Brushing off her bodysuit and readjusting a pauldron, she stepped back and looked over at him. “How do I look?”

She looked no different than she usually did, her mohawk standing proud and neatly trimmed atop her head, yet getting his opinion on her appearance was comforting. In a funny sort of way, though she hadn’t admitted it, his compliments or simply the way his eyes wandered over her made her feel special. Holding her head high, she slowly wheeled around to give him a proper view of herself.

“Do you - um - have to wear that?” he bashfully inquired, almost instantly causing her to grimace. “N…not that there’s anything wrong with it! It’s just that - well, maybe something a little less formal would be fitting.”

Giving an annoyed snort, she turned her nose up. “Think of it like this - if I showed up in anything but my uniform, suspicions would instantly be raised.

He lifted a hoof to protest, but quickly caught himself. “Yeah - yeah, I guess that’s a good point…”

She was as pragmatic as ever - points which had garnered a growing amount of respect from him. Unlike most mares who tended to beat around the bush with a great many things, her approach to situations and her life tended to be direct. If there was a problem, solve it - when something broke, fix it; such was her modus operandi. Trying not to fixate on her immaculately sculpted hindquarters, he forced his eyes to her face and smirked.

“I’d ask the same for myself, but…” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

Adorned in his typical fare, which was to say nothing whatsoever, he spun around with flourish. His hair was done up in a bun, he’d just showered, and there was the slightest bit of stubble on his jawline. He could have cleaned himself up a touch more, potentially shaving his face or styling his mane, but his parents and sister were used to seeing him in a leisurely light.

As his behind came around to face her, he yelped and recoiled when she playfully smacked his rump. “Hey!”

“Sorry,” she chuckled, winking over at him, “I couldn't help myself.”

For a brief moment, he considered retaliating, possibly trotting past her to give her tush a squeeze, although that would end in disaster. As they’d grown closer, he’d learned that even the slightest bit of provocation could result in things taking an amorous turn - for goodness’ sake, there’d been at least one occasion when a simple look had led to them making wild, passionate love to each other!

He sidled past her and to the exit of her suite, staving off the temptation to do anything even remotely inflammatory, and peeked back at her. “You ready?”

“Zeph,” she sighed, her smile faltering, “I didn’t need anypony to ask me if I was ready when I ransacked Canterlot. I think I can handle meeting your folks - besides, I already know your sister.”

Opening the door, he stepped back and bowed. “Fair point. After you, ma’am.”

Her point had been valid, but it offered him little comfort. Thus far, in all the time he’d known her, she’d displayed little, if any social skills. She was terse and to the point with everypony she came across, regardless of the circumstances, which may prove troublesome in the very near future.

He honestly had no idea how his parents would react to the news that he was seeing somepony, let alone Tempest Shadow, so the inevitable introduction had him on edge. He doubted she’d do anything overtly off-putting, although her menacing aura and intimidating presence may be enough to cause problems in and of themselves. There was no simple way to put it - she scared most ponies she dealt with.

Closing the door after she trotted out and into the hallway, he followed along behind her to the lift. Considering she couldn’t fly, he’d decided to arrange the fated first meeting between her and his folks at a little cafe in Canterlot that was just down the road from her hotel. He knew he shouldn’t be as worried as he was, he realized he was making a mountain of what would at worst be a molehill - still, he couldn’t help but be a bit nervous.

Down the elevator, through the lobby, and onto the sidewalk they trotted side by side. He tried to think of something to say, some way to talk about while they walked to their destination, but he couldn’t think of anything to kill the time. As he lifted his head and spotted the eatery in the distance, his mouth went dry.

The restaurant they were headed to was nothing particularly special, a simple little place that mostly sold soups, salads, and sandwiches, but one of the reasons they’d selected it was because it had nice outdoor seating. A number of tables sat in front of the cafe, a hoofful of ponies came and went with their to-go orders, and the weather couldn’t be better - nevertheless, his heart sank. Idling outside, seated around a table, were four familiar figures - not three…

“Uh,” he grunted, coming to an abrupt stop. “Maybe we should do this later…”

Following his gaze, Tempest cocked a brow. “Why? Aren’t those your parents over there?”

“Y…yeah,” he stammered, “but I wasn’t expecting them to bring a guest.”

She squinted at the small group, recognizing a familiar prismatic mane. “Is that Rainbow Dash?”

He gulped and gave a shuddering nod as his stomach knotted in on itself. “P…pretty sure, yeah.”

Tempest had initially been concerned, unsure of what had him out of sorts, but her worry was immediately eclipsed by cold, hard determination. He rarely, if ever spoke about Rainbow Dash, avoiding conversations regarding her at every turn, which had prompted her to do a bit of digging on the subject. A part of her felt bad for snooping behind his back, not wanting to upset him, although her investigation had ultimately yielded some very interesting fruit.

Apparently he’d had a crush on Dash since - well, since forever. He’d tried for years to court her, throughout his schooling and well into adulthood, and each of his attempts had resulted in rejection. While she shouldn’t have been perturbed that she’d been the only mare he’d had his eyes on, the revelation of his past romantic pursuits evoked something within her that was dangerous and vexing - her competitive side.

She reached over and grabbed his foreleg, preventing him from escaping, while a twisted grin split her muzzle. “You’re not worried are you?”

Tensing and shaking his head, he blushed. “No, of course I’m not worried! It’s just that - wha?!”

Quite literally dragging him along, ignoring the sound of his hooves skittering on the sidewalk, she continued onward. “I’m sure it’ll be just fine. It’s been a while since I’ve spoken to Dash, so it’ll be nice to catch up with her and show off my big, perfect coltfriend.”

She was completely aware of how stressed he’d been about her meeting his parents, having weathered multiple attempts of his to weasel out of the inevitable encounter, but she’d moved well past the point of being sympathetic. Now that her erstwhile rival was there, it would take an act of divine intervention to keep her from breaking bread and having a nice, pleasant chat with his family and their guest. The metal of her armored shoes clacked beneath her, arcane arcs of energy crackled around her horn, and her eyes never wavered from the Wonderbolt, while the hackles on her back slowly raised.

“D…don’t do anything crazy, please,” he pleaded, tugging at the leg she held.

“Relax,” she whispered, “everything’s going to be fine - just fine.”

Seeing Fluttershy, Dash, and who she could only assume were Mr. and Mrs. Shy look in her direction, she released his foreleg and waved. Now that they’d been spotted, he’d have to go and speak with them. It may have been a touch underhoofed on her part, essentially forcing him not to chicken out, but it couldn’t be helped. Like pulling off a band-aid, there was no point in painfully drawing things out.

“Fluttershy, Dash,” she impassively began, slowing as she approached the table. Shifting her attention to the older couple, she smiled. “And you must be my coltfriend’s parents…”

Zephyr stopped dead in his tracks with his jaw hanging open in disbelief. He’d intended on gently breaking the news after sitting down, greeting everypony, and maybe getting something to drink - unfortunately for him, his marefriend had gone straight for the throat. Standing in mute awe, seeing the stunned looks on his family’s faces, he urge to run away with his tail tucked.

“I…I can explain!” he loudly stammered, finally able to find his voice.

Nonchalantly trotting forward and seating herself at the table, Tempest shrugged and smirked back at him. “What’s there to explain, dearest?”

He glanced at each of the ponies in turn, taking in their reactions. Fluttershy didn’t seem all that shocked, coyly smiling and blushing ever so slightly, while his mother and father looked on in stunned silence. He’d expected his parents to be surprised if and when the news broke that their son was seeing somepony, but they weren’t nearly as awestruck as Rainbow Dash.

Sitting with her mouth agape and eyes as wide as saucers, the Wonderbolt looked between him and Tempest in abject disbelief. “I…wha…how did -”

“How did I end up getting such a perfect coltfriend for myself?” Tempest interrupted, smugly grinning at the pegasus. “It was easy - from the second I laid eyes on him, seeing how handsome he was standing guard in the castle, I knew I’d found somepony special.”

“Zephyr,” Dash croaked, recoiling slightly. “We are talking about the same Zephyr Breeze ~ right?”

“The one and only,” Tempest countered. “Frankly, I was amazed to discover he was single - doubly so, after finding out how polite, funny, and charming he is!”

Dash’s expression went from one of dismay to contempt, as she leered over at the unicorn. “You have to be joking. He’s arrogant, lazy, and -”

“Ah ah ah -” Tempest tutted, closing her eyes and tranquilly waving a hoof. “He’s confident, hard working, and unbelievably handsome - sure he has some room for self-improvement, but the same could be said for anypony.”

Glaring over at Dash, Fluttershy scrunched her snout. “That’s true, Dash, nopony’s perfect.”

Reaching across the table, Tempest extended a hoof to the pair of older pegasi. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard all about you from your son.”

Taking the proffered hoof and giving it a shake, Swirly uneasily laughed. “I hope he didn’t say anything too bad about us!”

“On the contrary,” Tempest hummed, withdrawing her leg and bringing it over to Posey, “he’s had nothing but kind words to say about either of you.”

Zephyr had spoken of Swirly and Posey, his mother and father respectively, on several occasions, but that hadn’t stopped her from doing a bit of independent research on her own. His dad worked at the rainbow factory and was only a few years from retirement, while his mom had been a homemaker for most of her life. By all accounts, his folks were honest, hard-working ponies who’d raised two wondrous kids.

Setting her sights back on Dash, she locked eyes with Zephyr’s would-be paramour. “How’ve you been doing, Dash?”

Dash held her gaze, staring across the table at her. “Great - I’ve been just great. Been keeping busy with the Wonderbolts and teaching at the School of Friendship - you know, that is when I’m not saving Equestria.”

“Sounds like somepony’s been staying busy,” Tempest snickered. Looking over to Fluttershy, she dipped her head. “And what about you, Fluttershy? I trust things at your animal sanctuary are well?”

Brushing a bang from her face, Fluttershy nodded. “Quite well, thank you for asking, although Angel is jealous of some new bunnies I’ve been taking care of.”

“Really?” Tempest hummed.

“Yes,” the soft-spoken pegasus admitted. “The new family has been taking a lot of my attention and I don’t think he likes it.”

It took everything Tempest had not to laugh, finding the irony positively delicious. She may have been wrong - heck, she probably was wrong, but she liked to think that Dash was secretly envious that she was seeing Zephyr. It was a long shot, but she prayed the cocky flier would realize she’d missed out on the mother of all lovers and come to regret turning him down time and time again.

Turning slightly, she looked over at Zephyr and patted the seat next to herself. “Care to join us?”

Shaking his head and clearing his thoughts as best he could, Zephyr trotted over and cautiously eased himself down next to Tempest. This was bad - very, very bad. He’d anticipated things being slightly uncomfortable, but the one-two punch of Dash being there and Tempest’s glaring lack of tact had him feeling like he may have a stroke. As soon as his tush came to rest on the chair, he jumped when his lover patted his thigh.

“But seriously though,” Tempest continued, looking between Fluttershy, Posey, and Swirly, “he’s an absolutely incredible stallion and he’s made me as happy as a mare could possibly be.”

“So - um - how did you two meet?” Fluttershy quietly inquired.

“Heh - that’s actually a funny story,” Zephyr croaked.

He didn’t think that Tempest would be candid enough to divulge all the scandalous details of how he’d first crossed paths with her, but he wasn’t about to leave anything up to chance. After taking a breath to sooth his tattered nerves, he regaled his family and Dash with the tale of how he’d encountered Tempest. Each word was chosen carefully, taking care to omit any mention of the lustful side of their relationship, until he’d gotten them all up to speed. Though the ordeal couldn’t have lasted more than twenty minutes or so, only pausing when the waiter came out to take their orders, he felt physically and emotionally exhausted by the end of it.

By some cosmic mercy, their meals arrived moments after he’d finished speaking. Both his parents gave their approval of his relationship, giving their blessing and smiling over at him and his marefriend, and Fluttershy did the same - albeit in a more subtle, hushed fashion. The only two ponies who didn’t speak a word, exchanging silent glances at one another, were Dash and Tempest.

He’d done what he could to avoid discussing his pursuit of Dash to Tempest, not for the least of which reasons being she didn’t need to know about his past interest in the athletic pegasus, yet his decision to stay tight-lipped on the subject may have incited an issue. Though he didn’t fully understand it, the tension between the mares was palpable. Swallowing down a mouthful of his salad, he attempted to steer the conversation into more amiable waters - that was before his mother seized the reins.

It should have been expected, but his mom and dad began asking Tempest about herself - a subject that she was startlingly happy to speak about. The formidable warrior glibly discussed her childhood, the loss of her horn, and even touched on how she’d come into the Storm King’s employ. He’d been worried about how she’d react to questions about her past, but his fears, much to his immeasurable relief, had proven unwarranted.

By the time everypony had finished their meals and sated their curiosity, everypony was in good spirits - well, almost everypony. Posey and Swirly trotted around, gave their son and Tempest a hug, gave their best wishes, and departed back home. Slightly slower to depart, Fluttershy gave a heartfelt congratulations to the couple, sternly told Tempest to look after her brother, and lazily took to the skies in the direction of Ponyville. The only pony to remain seated was Rainbow Dash, looking like she’d just sucked a lemon.

After waving goodbye to Fluttershy, Tempest turned to face the cerulean pegasus. “Not going to join your friend on her way home?”

“I’ll catch up to her soon enough,” Dash snorted as she got to her hooves. Trotting around the table and up to the mismatched paramours, she snickered and shook her head. “Alright, so how much did he pay you to set this up?”

Tempest balked, the question taking her completely off guard. “Paid?”

“Yeah, paid,” the Wonderbolt repeated. “Look, we both know that there’s no way this is legit, which means it’s either a joke or some sort of silly, hairbrained scheme to pull one over on Posey and Swirly.”

“Dash, come on,” Zephyr sighed. “You know I’d never -”

He fell silent as a furious crackling cut through the air. He turned his head in the direction of the odd noise, though he dearly wished he hadn’t. With opalescent lightning wreathing her horn, Tempest lowered her head and sneered over at the mare before her. He’d seen many different sides of her, from cool and reserved to rare moments of pure, vulnerable joy, yet this was something new, and it utterly terrified him.

“I’m going to pretend you weren’t foolish enough to actually mean that,” Tempest seethed.

“T…Tempest, h…honey,” he stammered, stroking her foreleg.

If looks could kill, Dash would have been dead several times over, but she was far from finished. “I’m going to say this once and only once: Zephyr is my coltfriend, I cherish him with all my heart - in fact…”

She put her decades of training and the body she’d honed into a living weapon to use, launching herself at Zephyr with a speed he’d never be able to match. Cradling his neck with one foreleg, while she threw the other out to catch herself, she threw him off balance, tipped him back, and locked lips with him. If putting bits where her mouth was was what it took to convince Dash that this wasn’t some sick game - by Celestia, she’d do it with gusto.

The survivalistic portions of Zephyr’s brain flew into a panic, realizing he’d been somehow upended, but the sensation of pillowy lips and a tongue driving into his muzzle brought with them a sense of calm. He acted on instinct, slipping his wings around Tempest’s shoulders as he reciprocated the deep, passionate kiss. Eventually pulling away, hoping to avoid making a scene, he reared back and gazed into her eyes.

“Did you mean that?” he breathed.

Tilting her head, she stepped back and pulled him back onto his hooves. “Mean what?”

He went to reply, but a gust of air and a bolt of blue caused him to shield his eyes. Without saying a thing, Dash rocketed away. “W…well, I guess that little smooch convinced her.”

“Hmmph,” Tempest grunted, moving around to his side. “Personally, I don’t care if it did or didn’t, but I’m not going to stand here and let her play you - us off as a joke.”

Leaning over and taking him by the forehoof, once she’d tossed enough bits onto the table to cover their bill, she pulled him away. She prided herself in her ability to remain composed under even the most dire circumstances, but she’d be darned if the prismatic mare’s comment hadn’t gotten under her skin. Leading him to and into a backstreet, away from prying eyes, she pushed him against a wall, reared onto her hind legs, and began making out with him.

Her show of affection and the thrill of proving Dash wrong had been electrifying. For all intents and purposes, she’d defeated a rival and boldly claimed Zephyr, her prize, for any and all to see. She was the victor, the true mare worthy of his affection, and that triumph was as arousing as it was intoxicating. Moaning into his muzzle, she wrapped her forelegs around his long, slender neck.

Zephyr had learned quite some time ago that Tempest was rather unique compared to other mares. Her cold demeanor, fearsome aesthetic, and ruthless efficiency were the only elements most ponies got to see. Hidden from all, save for himself, beat the heart of an indomitable queen, a mare who’s passion burned hotter than the sun, and she’d claimed him as her mate.

Had he known their lunch would end in a fiery exchange that would send her into a libidinous frenzy, he would have rushed back to their hotel to give them a bit of privacy - woefully, her amorous ambush caught him unawares. It would have been impossible to push her away, even if he’d been strong or skilled enough to do so, so he did the only sensible thing any stallion in his position could do - he reciprocated her affection.

The tips of his wings glided down her back and sides, with one giving her armored tush a small squeeze. There was only one way he’d ever bested her in any capacity, although he’d never done it in such a risky setting. Waiting until she quietly groaned into his muzzle, feeling her shiver, he brought his lips to her ear.

“Right here?” he faintly asked.

She nodded without the slightest bit of hesitation. “Unless you’re scared somepony will see us.”

Unable to suppress a chuckle, he kissed his way down her neck. “If anypony does see us, I hope it’s Dash…”

He’d simply wanted to make a joke and ease her mind, but his comment did anything but calm her. Lurching forward as she hopped back, only barely managing to keep himself from falling to the ground, he watched her grab what looked like an empty apple crate from beside a dumpster. Doing anything even remotely exhibitionistic had never been on his radar, yet he found himself entertaining the idea all of a sudden.

“Stand on here and buck my face,” she instructed, seating herself on the cobblestone while sliding the sturdy wooden box behind herself. “And be rough.”

Her order left no room for doubt. Excluding their initial tryst, preferring tender lovemaking more often than not, she was only this insistent when she was extremely turned on. Eager to oblige, feeling his stallionhood swaying and hardening under him, he flexed his groin and caused his cock to slap against his underbelly. He considered himself a tender, affectionate lover, but she’d carefully and quite persistently cultivated his domineering side.

Trotting over her, using his height to his full advantage, he placed his front hooves onto the upturned crate. “You want it rough ~ huh?”

Giving the tip of his length a peck, she lifted a forehoof to fondle his balls. “If you want me to stay quiet so we don’t get caught, yeah, so you - Glk?!?”

Driving his hips forward, he filled her muzzle with his cock. He adored taking his time with her as much as she did, allowing their lips and hooves to wander, but sometimes that just wouldn’t cut it - this was one of those times. They were both worked up in one way or another, they’d successfully announced their relationship to his family, and now it was time to blow off a little steam. Unsheathing a portion of his shaft and allowing her to get a lungful of air, he steadied himself and started thrusting.

Since the alleyway was a dead-end, he kept a wary eye on the street some dozen paces away. The chances of them getting caught were slim, though it wouldn’t be impossible for somepony to trot along and stumble on them - that or to have a keen-eyed pegasus spot them from above. He trembled as she rammed her face forward, working his medial ring into her muzzle, and set his jaw.

The sensation of her gullet, lips, and tongue were phenomenal. He couldn’t imagine any other mare not only accommodating but welcoming being treated in such a savage way, but he didn’t have to look to know that she was rubbing her marehood through her suit. Feeling her chin bump against his balls, he gave a pleased grunt and continued giving her what she’d asked for.

Blindly pawing at her crotch, Tempest found the zipper of her suit and pulled the little metal tab. The opening of the garment was supposed to make things convenient for when nature called, but she’d found a new use for it after she’d started seeing Zephyr. As she caressed her winking clit, dampening her frog with her juices, her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

It had taken quite a bit of work to draw out the harsher side of Zeph, although it had been worth the effort. The enormity of his endowment would have been too much for almost anypony, but having him vehemently using his mare-breaker was the stuff of wet dreams for her. The taste of pre-cum and sweat danced over her taste buds, her lungs spasmed in her chest, and she was quickly making a small pool of nectar beneath herself, but this was what she needed.

Though she couldn’t breath, completely cut off from air, his overpowering musk filled her nostrils. He smelled good, he looked incredible, he was as sweet as could be, and now he could fuck like the sexual demigod that he was - in short, he was perfection made manifest. Rainbow Dash had no way of knowing what she’d missed out on, and she would never get to experience the unimaginable ecstasy that Zephyr could deliver - not if she had anything to say about it.

Flying back on one of his backstrokes, leaving strings of saliva and pre-cum hanging from her chin, she drew her tongue up the side of his shaft. “How are you this perfect?”

“Dunno,” he placidly responded, twisting his head to look down at her. “Maybe you should’ve asked my mom.”

Peeking up at him, she brought a forehoof to his flank. “Next time I see her, maybe I will.”

She shifted in place and began nursing on his cock-head, reining herself just a bit. Having her throat swabbed was all well and good, although that was only half the fun. Loudly moaning and closing her eyes, making a small show of herself, she lowered her hoof and stroked him off. There would be nothing wrong with getting a facial or a belly full of foal-batter, even if it meant sending him back to the restaurant to get some napkins for her, but she had a much easier and more convenient way for them both to get off.

He kept his eyes on her, marveling at the contrast of her orchid lips against the dark teal of his stallionhood. She was an absolute stunner under any conditions, whether she was wearing her uniform or not, yet seeing her lost to her lust was provocative as all get-out. Changing gears and switching from deep, long strokes to shorter, faster ones, he bit his lip.

The impromptu blowjob couldn’t have lasted for more than a hoofful of minutes until he sensed himself getting close to his limit. The spontaneity of it being hauled into a backstreet to plow his lover’s muzzle had thrown him off his A game, robbing him of his increasingly impressive endurance between the sheets, but he hadn’t lost yet. Swinging a wing beneath himself, he patted her cheek.

“Get up and bend over for me…” he murmured.

She spun around, lifted her hips, and kissed her marehood to the tip of his length with practiced precision. Wasting no time, still concerned about being caught but too caught up in the moment to give it much thought, he plunged nearly half his length into her. He sighed contentedly and gave them both a moment to adjust and relax - at least he tried to give them a moment to adjust.

“So good,” she groaned, fiercely throwing her hindquarters in reverse.

Staring down at her, he blinked. It wasn’t the first time she’d fucked herself on him, using him like a living, breathing sex-toy, and he’d bet good money that it wouldn’t be the last. Grinning from ear to ear, getting her timing down, he matched her rhythm and pounded into her. She’d been remarkably open with him about how good he was in bed, confessing that him fully hilting her was almost too intense, so he held himself back from going all out.

His hips worked like a machine, pistoning at a downward angle, while his wings played over her sides, back, and neck. The longer he was with her, the more he’d developed certain amorous habits. Kissing and sensual caressing were a must, and he enjoyed them as much as she did, but affectionately touching her always yielded a positive result. Sure enough, after only a few seconds, she whimpered softly.

He hastened his pace, screwing her just a touch harder and faster than he had been, and smirked. “You like that, sweetness?”

“God, yes,” she moaned, her movements faltering. “Just keep hammering my foal-factory.”

“For you,” he mused, briefly sheathing his length and drawing a guttural, throaty groan from her, “anything…”

Tempest lowered her head and rested her cheek on her hooves, making herself comfortable while he took charge. She’d never had much interest in theology, yet that changed when she’d met him. He was an angel gifted to her from heaven, he treated her like a queen, and she would fight her way through Tartarus itself to keep him. As she passively milked his length, clenching her marehood on his backstrokes, her thoughts drifted to the future.

In spite of the rapture assailing her, or perhaps because of it, a vision came to her. Standing in a kitchen, adorned in a simple apron, she prepared a meal while listening to the sound of a foal scampering around behind her. She turned and smiled as the little colt whizzed by, gently chastising him for cantering in the house, until an odd feeling in her abdomen stole her attention.

Turning her head and peering back at herself, seeing her rounded belly and full figure, she smiled broadly. Zephyr was a peerless lover, caring and affectionate to a fault, and he always pushed himself to improve, so she’d stake everything she held dear that he’d be an amazing father. Fixating on the idea of siring a little filly or colt with him, willing to surrender her life of combat and turmoil to settle down with him, she came with the force of a collapsing star.

She howled out for a brief moment, before his wings shot to her snout to muffle her. The climax had hit her like a cannonball, devastating her and causing her to wail in rapture, yet she was completely ignorant to its full impact. Her ovaries went into overdrive, sending a pair of small, fertile eggs on a journey to her beleaguered womb.

“H…harder,” she growled. “Pump a foal into me and make me your mare!”

Zephyr should have stopped, dumbfounded by her fiery demand, but he wouldn’t - couldn’t slow down. He’d dreamt of spending the rest of his life with her, starting a family and settling down, yet his ambitions had been tainted by his past failings in life. Holding her waist with his wings, thinking of what could be in store for them, he pulled out all the stops and plowed her like she was a verdant field in spring.

He often tried to pace himself, to make the experience last for both their sakes, although her request had given him no quarter. His hips impacted against her toned ass, his balls slapped against her clit, and the tip of his length beat against her womb. She’d asked him to make her his mare, so that’s exactly what he was going to do.

She came a second time beneath him, mewling into his wing while her marehood gushed nectar over his shaft, until he reached the point of no return. Lowering his head and fully hilting her, he bit her shoulder and peaked. His cock pulsed with each shot of his rich, virile seed, as her mouth hung open in a silent scream. He wanted to enjoy it, presuming she’d had another orgasm just after him, yet his good time came to an end when he glanced over to her face.

Tears streamed from her eyes, she stared up at the heavens, and she trembled like a leaf in the wind. He instantly hopped off and whipped around to face her, uncaring of the mess he’d make or the attention he’d attract. The last thing in the world he’d ever want to do would be to hurt or upset her, although it appeared as though he’d done exactly that.

“H…honey,” he stuttered, wiping her cheek, “a…are you ok?”

Blinking rapidly, seemingly snapping from a trance, she looked him in the face. “Y…yeah - yeah, I‘m fine.”

The fantasy had left her shaken, dulling her physical pleasure with a taste of something more cathartic, and her head felt fuzzy. Pushing herself up on unsteady legs, she stumbled when she reached back to close the zipper over her nethers. She may have been in a haze, but she wasn’t about to leave a snail trail of cum behind herself as she went back to her hotel.

Wandering out of the alley and to the sidewalk, she moved in a trance-like state. Though it had just transpired, she couldn’t recall exactly what had happened. She would have liked to say she’d had a dream, but that would have been impossible for a number of reasons - not the least of which being she was awake. Looking over as a quartet of hooves cantered up to her side, she spotted Zephyr looking down at her and smiled.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” he pressed.

“Zephyr, please, I’m fine,” she insisted. “All I need is a shower and maybe a little nap - by the way, what were you going to ask me before?”

He resignedly exhaled. “I was going to ask if you meant what you said at the table,” he stated, glancing back to where they’d had their meal. “You said you cherish me with all your heart.”

His words struck hard, piercing her emotional defenses and cutting her to the quick. Her shoulders went slack and she looked away from him. They’d said a great many things to one another over the past weeks, flirting with and complimenting each other on a near-daily basis, although there was one thing - one word she’d been scared to utter.

“Yes,” she softly admitted. “You mean more to me than anypony. I don’t know if you feel the same, but - Mmmph?!”

Leaning over, he silenced her with a fleeting kiss. Though they were dating, the title of lovers felt unearned. His wing crept under her chin, lifting her head to face him. There’d been something he’d wanted to tell her for quite some time, and now was the moment to say it.

“Tempest, I…” he shakily began.

“Don’t say it,” she breathed. “Save it for sometime special.”

His eyes widened slightly. “Special like when?”

“I don’t know,” she replied, “but you will. Just trust your heart.”

Leaning against him as she trotted along, she basked in the warmth and comfort he afforded. She knew it would only be a matter of time until they confessed their love for one another, yet saying it was of little consequence. He’d won her heart, she felt certain that she’d won his, and there was no force in Equestria that could drive them apart. She hadn’t been certain of many things in her life, yet she knew they were destined to be together…