Preordained

“Are you sure this is alright?” Leech asked, anxiously looking up at the towering stallion.

Light nodded and offered a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Tidbit is off visiting family in Hope’s Hollow for the week - trust me, it’ll be fine.”

Strolling off the sidewalk and a nearly trimmed path, he moved to the front of his home. It wasn’t like he’d planned on inviting the sultry, remarkably charming mare to his house - then again, he hadn’t planned on growing fond of her either. Looking back and seeing the little unicorn lingering just outside his yard, he smirked and waved for her to follow.

The last few weeks at the bakery had been positively wonderful - not because business had been better than usual, nor because his wife had continued to abstain from helping, but because Leech was an absolute delight. Aside from their passionate tryst, the first and only one of its kind, she was genuinely engaging and fun to be around. From the moment he opened the shop to the second he locked the doors, she kept herself busy with anything and everything she could find. During the slower hours, when they weren’t tending to customers, he’d even started teaching her the basics of baking and pastry work.

Simply put, despite his best efforts, he found himself increasingly attracted to his newfound friend. Not only was she easy on the eyes, quick witted, and eager to learn, but she honestly valued his company - at least he was pretty sure she did. Watching her trot nearer, he retrieved a key from his satchel, and opened the door.

“Please,” he began, bowing and extending a foreleg to the interior, “make yourself at home.”

“Oh wow,” she quietly gasped, peering into his home. Her wonderment lasted only a split second, before she turned and smirked over at him. “And you’re not doing this just to have another roll with me?”

He snickered and shook his head, dismissively waving his forehoof all the while. “If I was, I…” he fell silent, being stricken by a marvelously silly idea.

“If you were…what?” she inquired, cocking her head to the side.

Without saying a word, doing his best not to grin like an idiot, he trotted to her side, locked forelegs with her, and pulled her through the entryway. “If I was trying to sweep you off your hooves, you’d have found a trail of rose petals.”

Leech felt her cheeks darken, her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes widened in surprise, looking up at the stud’s warm smile. Either he was one hell of an actor, feigning kindness for weeks on end, or he was one of the nicest, most generous ponies she’d ever had the good fortune of crossing paths with. Slipping a glance under him, noting his wholly unaroused sheath, she pursed her lips.

Having been around more stallions than she could count, she could safely say that there were very, very few who wouldn’t have taken advantage of her much more frequently - not like she would have minded. Light had only fooled around her the one time, back in the kitchen when she’d first met him, even though she’d done her damnedest to try and tempt him. Her flirting, teasing, and even showing off her snatch had been met with nothing more than smiles or lighthearted complements, leaving her at an impasse.

She’d never been one to shy away from her sexual needs - hell, she’d bedded complete strangers on multiple occasions, but the large, compassionate baker wasn’t the sort of stud to cave to his stallinoly urges. Had he been anypony else, she would have turned up the intensity until she’d gotten a good, thorough rutting, though that didn’t feel right. For starters, he was in a relationship, even if it wasn’t a particularly rewarding one - secondly, and more prudently, she was reluctant to push him.

He’d given her a job, she never went back to the hostel without a load of baked goods, and he was pleasant to chat with - simply put, she was finding it increasingly difficult not to push her lecherous inclinations aside to relish his company. There were few, if any times she’d ever considered having a meaningful relationship with somepony, but Light was firmly on that short list. Stepping into his home, moved beyond words, she silently surveyed the interior.

“It’s not much,” Light sighed, stepping in and closing the door behind them, “but I call it home.”

Stopping just beyond the foyer, she turned her head and peeked back at him. “Don’t be so humble all the time, this place is amazing.”

“I can give you a little tour, if you want,” he added, trotting ahead of her.

“Lead the way, Chief,” she chirped, motioning for him to continue.

His smile broadened, as he led the way deeper into the house. He’d always been relatively modest, though he felt reasonably certain that made little difference to his guest. Having spent an inordinate amount of time chatting with her, learning how she’d spent most her life on the streets, even an unpretentious abode would probably be relatively impressive to her. Regardless of her status as a vagabond, he was going to treat her like he would any other mare - with respect and dignity.

Guiding her through his home, he only stopped to answer the periodic question or two. In all honesty, there really wasn’t all that much to show her. He’d been lucky enough to get the house for a steal, since it had been a fixer-upper. The two bedrooms, bathrooms, den, kitchen, and small cellar had all been painted and after he’d purchased the place, but those had been the cheaper things to address; the largest expense had been replacing the roof, floors, and all the furniture he’d had to procure.

Trotting along behind him, she paused by a closed door he’d passed. “Not gonna show me what’s in here?”

“Oh - uh - that’s just my room,” he murmured, drawing to a halt. “There really isn’t much to see in -”

“Please,” Leech cut him off, grabbing the doorknob, “as if I wouldn’t be interested in seeing where you rest that big, handsome head of yours every night.”

Without waiting for him to reply, Leech opened the door and trotted inside. Unlike nearly every other room she’d been shown, his chamber was particularly dark. Spying a set of drawn curtains, with rays of sun trying their best to slip inside, she brazenly crossed to the veiled window.

Grabbing and pulling the heavy cloth to the side, letting the sun light the area, she smiled. “Much better.”

If she had to pick a word to describe his chamber, she’d say it was cozy. A large king-size bed rested against one wall, flanked by a pair of nightstands with a dresser sat opposite. Though it was sparsely decorated, one particular item caught her eye. Stepping to the side of the mattress, she extended a foreleg and lifted a framed picture from the small table.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess this is your wife,” she remarked, inspecting the photo.

Light and who she presumed was Tidbit were standing under an arbor. Adorned in a tuxedo and wedding gown respectively, the picture had to be from their wedding day. Had she been ignorant to their rocky relationship, she would have thought they made a lovely couple - sadly, that wasn’t the case. Setting the frame back in its place, forcing her smile not to waver, she looked over at her host.

“Yeah, that’s the two of us,” he whispered, averting his gaze.

“Hey hey hey, no need to be all gloomy,” she tutted, scampering around the bed to him, “I’ve heard of marriages that un-fuck themselves, so don’t give up on hope.” She really hadn’t meant to make him feel bad, yet it was apparently too late for that. Peering over at a closed doorway, she cocked her head. “What’s in there?”

“That?” he quipped, following her gaze. “Oh, that’s just the bathroom.”

Hoping to change the subject and breathe some levity back into the situation, she sauntered to the restroom, flicked the light switch, and gasped. “Is that what I think it is?”

Light quirked a brow, wondering what she’d discovered. So far as he knew, there wasn’t anything particularly interesting in the bathroom, so her excitement caught him off guard. Strolling up behind her, seeing that the shower held her rapt attention, he grew even more confused.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” he replied, shaking his head.

“This,” she exclaimed, stepping over and into the tub.

Seeing her pointing upward, he finally got a clue as to what she was talking about. “The waterfall shower?”

Leech nodded enthusiastically, turning to fully face him. “I’ve always wanted to try one of these things out!”

“Well, I mean, if you wanted to…” he softly noted, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck.

Truthfully, he really didn’t have much left to show her. Outside of his small and uninteresting backyard, she’d seen everything his home had to offer. Offering her a meal would have been a bit odd, since they’d eaten lunch together not an hour before, so he saw no harm in allowing her to indulge herself with a shower. Shifting to the side, he opened a cabinet and withdrew a fresh towel.

Positively beaming, she hopped out of the basin and set the water to run. Seeing her so happy over something so mundane did wonders for his mood, instantaneously bringing a smile to his face. Resting the towel beside the sink, he turned to leave and make them some coffee - that was before something gently tapped against his hip.

“You’re not going to join me?” she asked, somewhat crestfallen.

The request caught him off guard. He’d intended on giving her a bit of privacy so she could fully enjoy the experience, but that seemed to conflict with her plans. Given that he didn’t have anything else planned for them, outside of possibly some dinner in a few hours, he didn’t have an excuse not to wash up with her. Procuring a second towel, he removed his glasses and set them aside.

“You know what - why not,” he mused, moving past her and into the tub.

Though he’d never mentioned it to her, he’d always had a fondness for bathing with somepony. He couldn’t put his hoof on exactly why he enjoyed it so much, but there was something wondrously intimate about showering with another. As he stepped back and made room, giving her space to join him, he plucked a bottle of shampoo from an inset shelf.

It probably sounded silly, but Leech was elated. Being able to shower in somepony’s house was an exceedingly rare event, but showering with somepony was something she’d only experienced a hoofful of times. Carefully entering the basin, she shut her eyes and moved under the cascade of water.

“Oh my god,” she groaned, turning her head from side to side, “this feels amazing.”

“Sit down and keep your eyes closed for me,” he instructed, squeezing a dollop of shampoo onto one forehoof.

He could have used his magic to wash her, but that wouldn’t have been nearly as fun as doing the job himself. While they hadn’t done anything particularly raunchy since they’d met, it wasn’t like they didn’t enjoy physical contact. Small hugs and pats on the shoulder, while innocent enough, never failed to warm his heart. Coming up behind her, she glanced back at him.

“Are you serious?” she chuckled, sinking to her haunches.

Caught with his nonexistent pants down, he froze. “I…I thought you’d like me -” he was cut off, as she guffawed.

Leech would have laughed for longer, had she not noticed his wounded expression. Nearly kicking herself for having unintentionally struck a nerve, she screwed her eyes shut. She considered herself pretty good at reading folks, but she was woefully inexperienced with being around somepony who was so down to earth. The last thing she’d wanted was to rain on his parade or dissuade him, so she quickly sought to correct the situation.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have laughed. I wouldn’t mind if you washed my mane - in fact, I can safely say that nopony has ever done that for me before,” she whispered.

“Really?” he blurted, surprised by the admission.

“Yeah, I really didn’t mean to laugh,” she explained, “it’s just that -”

“Not that,” he interrupted. “So you’ve never bathed with anypony before?”

Keeping her eyes closed, she turned and shook her head. “I’ve bathed with folks before, but I haven’t had anypony wash me.”

As stunning as the revelation was, Light felt a pang of sorrow. While she had her fair share of flaws, Leech was a charming and sympathetic mare - a bit on the loose side, sure, but she was a good pony deep down. Seeing her look away and arch her back, he moved closer and gingerly caressed her whetted mane.

He really wasn’t sure what to say, if there was anything to say at all, so he simply began washing her from behind. Between her seated position and small size, paired with his large stature, he was able bathe her quite easily - that being said, another issue presented itself. As his hoof gently lathered her head his eyes wandered down her arched back and to her rump. Sensing his stallionhood slip from its sheath, he swallowed hard.

It was a darn good thing that she couldn’t see him, because knew she’d immediately give him grief about his growing erection. Try as he might, tearing his eyes off her behind, it was nearly impossible to quell his arousal. His lack of amorous attention, the view of her plump backside, and his weakness for wet mares proved to be a dangerous combination.

He really hadn’t intended for things to take a lewd turn, but seeing her in such a vulnerable state, knowing full well how incredible her cardinal skills were, got him more than a little riled up. Trying and failing to distract himself, he levitated the conditioner over to himself. If he took his time and didn’t think about how attractive she was, he might lose his boner before he noticed.

Seconds dragged into minutes, as he finished up with her mane and moved down to her shoulders - unfortunately for him, feeling her hide against his hoof did little to calm his frazzled nerves. Merely touching her was enough to send a thrilled shiver up his spine. Realizing that things were quickly getting out of hoof, he came to a lamentable conclusion - it was time to leave. Stepping back and away from her, he magically hovered a bar of soap in front of her.

“Alright,” he breathed, preparing to exit the tub, “I think I’ll let you handle it from here.”

Hastily rinsing and wiping her face off, she looked back at him. “But I haven’t washed you yet.”

“I…” he cut himself off, suddenly at a loss for words.

Paradoxically, though he’d showered with his wife on multiple occasions, Tidbit had never once returned the favor and washed him. Her offer put him between a rock and a hard place; on one hoof, if he stayed, she would almost definitely see how hard he’d gotten - on the other, having a cute mare lovingly clean him was an extremely enticing notion. Glancing at her face, seeing her comforting smile, he hung his head in defeat.

“Alright,” he sighed. Turning away from her, he eased himself down.

Rearing back and wheeling around, Leech snatched the shampoo from the shelf, twisted in place, and pressed one hoof against his shoulders. Even while standing on two legs, she was only barely at eye level with the stud, but that wasn’t a problem. Seeing as how he’d let her use his shower and washed her, it only felt right to return the favor.

Being at the mercy of a big, dominant stallion was one of the best things ever, but being allowed to worship one was ever better than that. Relishing the feeling of the thick muscles beneath his hide, her hoof glided down the back of his neck and over one shoulder. Being slightly smaller than the average mare came with its advantages, amongst which being tiny compared to most studs. With a subtle ache growing in her loins, she continued lathering him up.

“Now that I know how hard being a baker can be, I understand why you’re built like this,” she hummed, discarding the soap to lovingly massage his upper back.

He grunted and nodded in response, but didn’t say a word. Seeing him turn his head ever so slightly, giving her a glimpse of his face, she held her breath. If things had been different, had she met him years ago, maybe her life would have taken another turn. Though she’d only known him for a relatively short period of time, she could see herself falling for him - alas, fate hadn’t been so kind.

She really couldn’t say if it was funny or sad; there she was, wishing she’d been lucky enough to have such a wonderful stallion in her life, while his wife neither appreciated nor deserved him. She’d be lying if the thought didn’t make her angry and jealous, but dwelling on the matter wouldn’t do her any good. Pushing the thought aside, opting instead to enjoy her time with him, she withdrew her hooves, gave his flank a playful smack, and set to washing her chest.

Feeling her pull away, Light ponderously stood and hung his head. “Thanks, I needed that.”

“Don’t mention it,” she muttered, reaching beneath herself to clean her belly and groin.

“I’m…I’m gonna go and make a pot of coffee ~ would you like a cup?” Light softly inquired, stepping out of the tub.

Hearing him moving to the door, she cracked an eye and peered over at him. “Actually, yeah, that’d be great. I’ll be out in just a few.”

As Light moved to the exit, he wistfully looked back at her. Stars above, had he been single, he would have swept her off her hooves, given her a home, and possibly started a new life with her. Turning away, with his smile faltering, he trotted through his room and into the hallway. If nothing else, he could give her a comfortable evening, a good meal, and hopefully a few fond memories, though he wished he could do more for her.

What the future held for him and his wife was a mystery, yet things between him and Tidbit had been less than ideal. She’d grown distant and detached, only begrudgingly spending time with him, and they’d lost their spark long ago. If things did end up going off the rails, with the two of them parting ways, he’d be tempted to elevate Leech from a friend to a romantic partner - still, as amusing as that thought was, there were too many ifs for him to get his hopes up.

Finding his way into the kitchen, he ignited his horn and got down to business. While he was far from a barista, he fancied himself a bit of a coffee connoisseur. Simultaneously removing the portafilter from his espresso machine, beans from his cupboard, and a grinder from the kitchen counter, his magic juggled the various tasks with practiced ease. Whether his guest was a fan of java or not, he was going to make her a darn good cup of joe.

Lifting and cocking one hind leg, rinsing off her nethers, Leech stifled a soft moan. Though she really wouldn’t have minded rubbing one out, it wasn’t the time or the place for something so raunchy. Light probably wouldn’t mind her getting off in his bathroom, if he somehow managed to stumble in on her, but that wasn’t the point - the point was that she should show a bit of self-restraint.

Other than scratching her lecherous itch, another reason she’d considered getting some relief was to get her mind off the circumstances. There was no possible way that Light had tried to make her melancholic, yet she’d wound up pensive nonetheless. So long as she wasn’t reminded of what she didn’t have, she’d be alright - she hoped. Hopping out of the basin, having turned off the flow of water, she scooped up the towel he’d left for her.

It didn’t take her long to dry off, leaving her mane, tail, and coat only slightly damp, before she saw herself back into his room. She should have gone off to the kitchen to meet him, but the sight of his big, comfortable-looking bed gave her a moment for pause. It couldn’t hurt anything to just feel how soft his mattress could be, could it?

Glancing at the doorway, momentarily listening for any sign of approaching hooffalls, she rushed to and flung herself onto the mattress. The bed frame creaked beneath her, and she contentedly sighed, as she sank into the downy surface. Not only was his bed even more comfortable than it looked, it smelled absolutely heavenly.

Guided by her nose, she crawled to one side of the bed. She could immediately tell exactly where the stud preferred to sleep, given how strongly his scent was in one particular area. As she buried her snout in the blanket, inhaling his fragrance, she closed her eyes and snapped herself from her stupor. What she wouldn’t give to share that bed with him, if only for a night.

Exasperatedly rolling over and onto her back, she stared up at the ceiling and considered her options. Realistically speaking, she should probably just leave - not just the house, but town as well. The longer she was around Light, the more attached she’d get - the more attached she got, the harder it would be to stay in his company. It wasn’t like she disliked him - quite the opposite in fact, but being constantly reminded that she couldn’t have him would only result in misery for her.

Leisurely trotting down the short corridor to his room, sorcerously holding a pair of coffee cups just to his side, Light hummed to himself. He shouldn’t have been surprised that his guest was taking her time, since she was a mare and all. If he had to guess, she was probably trying and attempting to brush her typically unkempt mane. Rounding the corner into his room, he cleared his throat.

“I wasn’t sure how you take yours, but I’ve got some extra cream and sugar in…” he trailed off, looking to his bed.

Rolling to her side to face him, backlit by the window, she looked positively radiant. Over the years, especially since he’d opened his bakery, he’d met hundreds of different ponies, but few held the level of natural beauty that Leech did. For all intents and purposes, there was nothing particularly enchanting about her - in fact, she had her fair share of faults, yet seeing her on his bed was nearly enough to make him swoon.

“Sorry,” she blurted, going to push herself up, “I just wanted to -”

“No,” he stated, causing her to slow. “No, it’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting to find you there.”

Shifting slightly, she eased herself back down. “Hey, it’s not my fault that your big, empty bed looked so inviting!”

Snickering to himself, strolling over to the dresser, he sat the coffee cups down. “It is pretty comfy, I will say that.”

“You know what would make it even nicer?” she quipped.

Turning to face her, he tilted his head to the side. “What would that be?”

“If I had a big, affectionate stallion to keep me company,” she continued, rolling to her back.

It was only when she splayed her hind legs, giving him an unabashed view of her loins, that he deduced what she was up to. He should’ve known that she’d try to lure him in for some amorous attention, yet this felt different. They were in his house, she was on his bed, and the photo of his wedding day sat only a few feet away. If there would be a better opportunity for him to have a bit of fun with her, considering he was home alone for the next week, he couldn’t think of one.

“In that case,” he chuckled, stepping up and onto the foot of the bed, “maybe I could help…”

Drawing closer to her, eyeing her nethers, he licked his chops. While he hadn’t quite expected things to take such a lustful turn, he found it impossible to deny her feminine wiles. Dipping his head and breathing in the fragrance of her arousal, seeing her marehood invitingly wink at him, he felt his stallionhood emerge from its sheath. To heck with it - though he’d done his best to stave off her advances, he’d reached his breaking point.

Leech gnawed her lip, as he closed his eyes and brought his muzzle to her sex. There weren’t many stallions who were considerate enough to kick things off with some oral, but be damned if her host wasn’t one of them. Lifting and moving her hind legs out of the way, she rested her fetlocks on his shoulders.

“Somepony’s - Mmmph - trying to score a few brownie points,” she giggled, savoring the sensation of his hot breath against her snatch.

Extending one foreleg to the head of the bed, she pulled a pillow under her head. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d had a lover considerate enough to warm her up before rutting her, but she wasn’t going to stop him; if he wanted to get a taste, she’d be more than happy to oblige him. Flexing her legs, drawing him in, she spurred him onward.

As his thick, hot tongue plunged into her meaty folds, moving from her entrance to her clit, she stifled a whimper. Sweet lord - had she known he had a fondness for eating pussy, she would have flat-out asked for it ages ago. Staring down her chest at him, past the modestly sized breasts on her abdomen, she eagerly watched him lap at her.

Though she’d just finished showering, the grassy, delicately citrusy flavor of her marehood danced over Light’s tongue. Unlike when they’d fooled around in the shop, a moment borne of weakness and pure lust, he wanted to show her what he was really capable of. Peeking up at her, noticing her smiling down at him, he channeled power into his horn and magically groped her bosoms.

“Fuck,” she moaned, rolling her head back.

Simply having his way with her would have been easy, but he was better than that - that and he genuinely enjoyed getting a mare off. Flexing his pelvis, he slapped his hardening cock against his belly. He’d give her what she wanted soon enough - for the time being, he merely wanted to enjoy himself and show her a good time.

Moving at a leisurely pace, carefully listening to her pleased sighs, he played with her. There were a number of techniques to use on a mare, though he’d learned that focusing on their clit often yielded the best results. Suckling the sensitive little bud, while he delicately twisted and tweaked her nipples with his arcane aura, he grew increasingly enthusiastic.

With a tremble creeping into her thighs, having no idea how long he’d been gleefully licking at her, Leech came to a starting realization; if she didn’t do something, she’d end up cumming all over his face. While there was nothing inherently wrong with being brought to a climax from oral alone, there was a much better way she’d rather reach her peak. Propping herself on one foreleg, she leaned forward and patted his crown.

“H…hey,” she whispered, drawing his eyes up to her, “lay down for me.”

Being freed from the leglock she’d inadvertently snared him in, he withdrew and wiped his muzzle on one forehoof. “But I was gonna -”

“Just lay down for me, please,” she huffed, pinching the bridge of her snout.

Nodding down at her, as she wriggled over to one side, he moved forward and flopped onto his back. Watching him take a supine position, her eyes sailed to his towering, monolithic stallionhood. Even if hadn’t been positively drenched already, the sight of his equipment would have had her wet in no time flat. Bolting to her hooves, she stepped over his broad chest and smiled down at him.

As his eyes wandered from her face to the photo at the bedside, she reached out, gingerly grabbed his jaw, and turned his muscle back towards herself. “No,” she muttered, steadily lowering her hips, “this is about us.”

Subtlety be damned - she wasn’t about to let his deplorable wife ruin the mood, and she had just the thing to take his mind off marital matters. Kissing the tip of his length with her entrance, she steadied herself, pressed her forehooves against his chest, and slowly impaled herself upon him. If having a mare who actually cared about him didn’t cheer him up, nothing would.

“Gods, I love this,” she groaned.

“My stallionhood or all of me,” he mused.

As his thick medial ring ground inside her, she leaned in and brought her muzzle to his. “Let me answer that for you…”

Before he could say anything at all, she closed her eyes and locked lips with the stud. It was silly for him to think that she only wanted him for sex - then again, she couldn’t really blame him. Pushing her tongue into his muzzle, just as she fully hilted herself, she braced her knees and tensed his legs. Married or not, she was going to rock his world like nopony ever had.

His forehooves crept to her waist, he pushed his snout against her, and he drove his hips upward, telling her everything she needed to know. He didn’t just want her - he needed her. With nothing more to be said, overjoyed that she’d addressed his concerns, she started fucking herself on him.

Being bent over and railed by a stallion was all well and good, but seizing the initiative and taking control had a certain appeal. Despite utterly dwarfing her in mass, she was the one in charge of the situation - coupled his huge size with how fond she was of him, and she swiftly fell into a steady rhythm of pounding her ass on him. It was a dance she’d done countless times in the past, this wasn’t simply about her getting off - no, this was about him.

Out of all the ponies she’d crossed paths with, few had earned the right to enjoy her like he did. He was, in every sense of the phrase, a wonderful stallion, and she was going to do everything in her power to make him know just how much she cherished him. Relaxing on the descents, while clenching on the upstrokes, she milked his shaft with every ounce of skill she had.

Bucking up to meet her downward plunges, slamming his waist against her, Light shifted one forehoof to the back of her head. He’d been stupid to even think of looking at the picture of Tidbit and himself, but that wasn’t his concern anymore. Leech was more of a mare than his wife could ever dare to dream of - so much so that he dearly wished to be with her.

In that moment, making love with her, he came to terms with just how much she meant to him. As absurd as it sounded, though he’d only known her for a relatively short period of time, he’d fallen for her. The understanding of how special she was sent his passion roaring into an inferno, leading to a power struggle of sorts. Though she’d clearly taken the lead, he put his titanic body to work.

Moving in sync, the duo hotly made out while consummating their feelings. To say it was emotionally cathartic would have been an understatement, yet the physical sensations they afforded one another weren’t to be underplayed either. For every bit of bliss he gave her, filling her marehood and nudging her womb with each thrust, she returned the favor with her velvety depths.

Pulling away, Light broke their kiss and lost himself in her lustrous, cat-like eyes. “You really are amazing.”

Doing her best to match his gradually increasing pace, she nodded. “T…takes one to - Oh fuck - know one.”

Dismissing the idea of leaning back to pummel her g-spot, she shot forward and frenched him yet again. Mere words couldn’t do justice to her feelings for him, but the intimacy of giving herself to him could. Draping herself over him, giving him the reins, she squeezed his pistoning stallionhood with all her might.

Increasing the speed and force of his bucking hips, filling the air with a soft cacophony of their moans, heavy breaths, and the slaps of their colliding bodies, Light gave her his all. Even if he wasn’t the most well-endowed, skillful, or domineering stallion she’d ever had, she deserved nothing but the best. So help him, regardless of what the future held for them, he was going to give her a day and a night to remember.

Time seemingly slowed to a crawl, as their longing for one another seized them. Leech couldn’t speak for him, but it took everything she had not to climax at several points; unbeknownst to her, he wasn’t in much better shape. Periodically slowing his pace to control himself, staving off his inevitable release, Light grew closer and closer to his limit.

“I…I’m getting close,” he wheezed, shifting his head and bringing his muzzle to her ear.

Sensing him throb within her, feeling the blunted tip of his cock flaring, Leech swallowed hard. She had a choice to make - a choice that may well affect her for the rest of her life. If he didn’t pull out, there was a very real chance that his seed may result in something more than just a messy finish. Steeling her resolve, driven by desire to have him, she took a shuddering breath.

“Inside,” she rasped, teetering on the brink. “Cum inside me.”

Hearing those simple words, feeling just how much she cared about him, did Light in. With one final, unstoppable plunge, he hilted himself, gently bit her neck, and came. His length throbbed in tune with his pounding heart, sending pints of his virile essence directly into her fertile womb. To Tartarus with the consequences - as far as he was concerned, should their evening result in her carrying his foal, he’d do everything he could to care for them.

The heat and pressure of the spunk surging into her and coating her interior, was too much to bear. Braying to the heavens, she slipped over the edge and into a tumultuous sea of ecstasy. Seething nectar gushed from her stuffed confines, coating his legs, waist, and the sheets below, while she was rocked by an utterly cataclysmic orgasm.

Locked in their embrace, crossing the threshold into Nirvana, the pair grew still. The bed was an absolute mess, and their coats glistened in sweat, as their bodies steamed in the cool air. With their rapture giving way to a warm, welcoming euphoria, they pulled away from one another, smiled, and broke into a chuckle - that was before the lights flicked on. In confusion, moving in tandem, they both turned their heads towards the doorway.

Standing just outside the room, holding a briefcase in her hoof, stood a familiar-looking pony. Though Leech had never seen her in person, she immediately recognized Light’s wife from the picture on the nightstand. Any ordinary mare would have started apologizing, and some would have flown into a panic, but she wasn’t an ordinary mare. Acting quickly, she grabbed his head and locked lips with him.

The fear of being discovered by his wife was washed away by Leech’s kiss, giving him comfort like he’d never known. In the blink of an eye, he finally understood that she, unlike his betrothed, was worthy of his love. Ignoring the shocked mare in the doorway, he groaned into his real lover’s maw.

By the time they finally glanced back to the exit, Tidbit was gone. Their actions could and likely would have repercussions, some of which being more severe than others, but those were concerns for another day. Sharing each other’s warmth, overjoyed that they’d each found something special, they silently embraced and silently mused on what the future held for them. Trials and tribulations, hardships and heartache - no matter what fate would bring them, so long as they had one another, they somehow knew that tomorrow would be a brighter day…