Selective Service, Volume I

Vise peered down and appraised her work with a weary, albeit well-earned smile on her muzzle. Though she’d never had much experience with oxygen scrubbers, having only read about such contraptions in books and magazines, she’d managed to get the unit patched up and installed a new lithium hydroxide cell. As she closed the hatch and bolted it shut, having reconnected the various sensors and gas fittings, only the sound of her tools and periodic grunts of effort kept her company.

It has been the better part of two weeks since her spontaneous tryst with Blister, and her time since the impassioned meeting had been a mixed bag of sorts. While he’d done as he’d promised, keeping their fling a closely guarded secret while apparently ensuring the Aco-Lights under his command ceased their hormonally-driven, bothersome antics with her, the sudden solitude and lack of attention were a reminder of what she really was - a prisoner. The villainous minions had been a bit irksome at times, constantly fawning over her and vying for attention, yet it had been pleasant to have somepony to talk to - even if she’d only eventually become aware of their motives.

Straightening up and carefully backing out of the submersible, she shivered as her bosoms glided over the cool metal of the exterior hatch. True to his word, Blister had procured a number of custom-tailored uniforms for her, though the sheer volume of her bust still turned heads more often than not. With her job nearly complete, she absentmindedly closed the compartment and began the arduous process of bolting it shut.

While she worked, her mind wandered. Her common sense and better judgment’s protests notwithstanding, it was becoming increasingly common for Blister to occupy her thoughts. She’d always assumed he was the worst of the worst, a mustache-twirling ne’er-do-well who was just as likely to tie a mare to a set of train tracks as he was to kick puppies, though that was far from the case. Colossal, intimidating, and formidable though he was, he had a sense of honor, had yet to show her a single act of cruelty, and was actually more pleasant than some of her very own neighbors, but therein lay a problem; instead of fearing and reviling him, she’d started to like him.

How the hay could she have known that Blister Wing - the Blister Wing wasn’t as bad as the news and her brother would have her believe? He may have been the second in command for one of the largest groups of villainy on the continent, beaten the snot out of a number of heroes in the past, and had his hooves involved with a number of high-profile thefts, although he’d never actually killed anypony - in fact, after she’d done a bit of snooping, he’d gone out of his way to ensure bystanders didn’t get injured on the operations he was involved with! Scrunching her snout and gathering up her tools, she wondered where he was and what he’d been doing.

Though she was ashamed to admit it, she’d gotten off while fantasizing about him several times - actually more than several times. Being kind to her and treating her like more of a guest than a captive would have been enough to pique her interest, but his adonic good looks, cool demeanor, and his downright heavenly physique were enough to make her marehood tingle - nevertheless, despite her desire to learn more about him, she’d seen precious little of him since their little affair. While she could partially understand why he’d avoid her, not wanting to show favoritism to her or give any hints to what they’d done, surely having a snack and some tea couldn’t have hurt anything!

“Vise?” a voice quietly inquired, snapping from her thoughts and making her jump.

Wheeling around and finding a changeling drone behind her, her expression softened. “Stinger ~ right?”

The shapeshifter’s lips parted in a fanged grin, though his mirth was fleeting at best. Shying back, he extended a foreleg and held an envelope out to her. “I - Zzzzz - didn’t mean to bozzer you. Here…”

Looking from the letter to his face, seeing his crestfallen expression, she hesitated. “Is…is everything alright?”

He opened his mouth to reply but quickly closed it and shook his head. “Just take it. I’ll zee you later…”

The moment she reached out and took the envelope in her wing, without saying a word, he turned and trotted away. She didn’t know every Aco-Light’s name by heart, but there were a few who she couldn’t help but remember - typically ones who’d shown her some kindness or were assigned to help her with various tasks. Waiting until he’d disappeared through the bay door and out of sight, she lowered her gaze to the message.

Though the envelope had no name or insignia emblazoned upon it, she’d bet her bottom bit that it had come from Blister. The indomitable unicorn, though not the head of the organization, did the lion’s share of the heavy lifting when it came to orchestrating practically every aspect of the base’s operation, so it was extremely unlikely that Burner had sent her anything - that and Burner would more than likely summon her and make a theatrical affair instead of sending correspondence. Carefully opening the letter, she pulled out and unfolded the piece of paper that lay therein.

Vise Grip,

Your services to our organization have been commendable, though your use to us has run its limit - furthermore, it’s been determined that any attempts to ransom you for bits would result in a net loss of funds. Tomorrow morning, you will be blindfolded and guided by our Aco-Lights to the hanger, transported to an undisclosed location, and released. While you are free to take your original belongings with you, you will be searched to prevent any theft of tools, property, or trade secrets before your departure.

We would advise you not to besmirch or fabricate any information about our base, operations, or routines to the public, law enforcement, or the hero association. Though you will be free to carry on your life, any action that would result in harm to us or our activities may be met with repercussions that include but aren’t limited to: arson, vandalism, miscreant behavior, blackmail, the crashing of parties, theft, or erroneous civil litigation. For your own good, keep your mouth shut and act like this never happened.

Regards,

Blister Wing

She should have been happy, overjoyed that she’d finally be free to get back to the life she’d been whisked away from, yet contempt bubbled up within her. The note was to the point, clinical even, and it hadn’t just informed her of her impending dismissal - no, it had gone so far as to threaten her. Had the letter come from a random goon or some dastardly desk-jockey, she wouldn’t have been as upset as she was - unfortunately for her, that wasn’t the case.

Blister Wing - none other than Blister Wing had penned and sent her the message. The fondness she had for him turned bitter, tinged with scorn, as she folded the paper and slipped it under one wing. If he’d wanted her gone, he could have at least come to speak with her in person - for buck’s sake, hadn’t she deserved that much?! Leering over at the doorway, she frowned and marched to the exit. If he thought she was going to roll over and be carted off without getting an explanation, he was about to be in for a very rude awakening.

Storming out of the bay and past two guards, she didn’t slow as the pair of Aco-Lights rushed past her and attempted to bar her path. “Move…”

“Vise,” Stinger began, holding out a hoof to stop her, “you know you can’t -”

“Move,” she barked, glaring at the one bold enough to stand in her way.

The drone faltered. “Iz…iz everyzing - Zzzzz - alright?”

Stopping dead in her tracks, Vise stomped a hoof. “Does it look like everything’s alright?”

Closing her eyes, she pinched the bridge of her snout and tried to collect herself. It wasn’t the underlings’ fault for trying to stop her, since they were just doing their job, but rationalizing their actions gave her little comfort. She was going to find Blister, she was going to get some answers, and there wasn’t a darn thing in or out of the evildoer’s den that was going to keep her from giving the big, stupid unicorn a piece of her mind.

“Just…” she sighed, reining herself in. “Just move please. I got some bad news and I really need to go take care of something.”

“You’re not going to escape ~ are you?” the second goon, a whipcord thin diamond dog inquired.

Looking up at the canine with a mixture of confusion and disbelief, Vise squinted. “How? We’re right outside the submarine bay, all the ground-level exits are heavily guarded, and I’d have to get past dozens and dozens of Aco-Lights before I even got close to an exit! If I really wanted to escape, I would have stolen the sub I just finished working on, dropped it in the moon pool, and maybe - just maybe armed a few of those torpedoes as a going away present! Now are you going to move or not?!”

She hadn’t once lost her temper while living and working in the hive of villainy, excluding the time she was given a vegan, sugar-free donut in the cafeteria, so the guards were wholly unprepared for her wrath. Exchanging a glance with one another, they mutely weighed their options and wisely stepped aside. Perhaps they’d realized that she could have gotten away many, many times over if she’d truly wished to, or maybe they were taken aback by her mention of leaving an armed torpedo as a parting gift - whatever the case may be, parted ever so slightly.

“We’re going to - Zzzzz - get in trouble for zis,” Stinger whispered.

Immediately regretting her harsh words, Vise produced the letter. “Did either of you know about this?”

The pair of Aco-Lights leaned in and looked at the paper before the drone recoiled. “Zey’re firing you?”

Vise shrugged and snorted as she stashed the note. “Apparently…”

“For what it’s worz, this iz news to me - us,” Stinger breathed, glancing over to his coworker.

Throwing his hands up, the diamond dog appeared just as bewildered as the shapeshifter. “Don’t look at me! I’m not normally on this detail!”

“So will you let me go or not?” Vise pressed. “I just need to speak to Blister, I promise.”

With the pair parting and allowing her to pass, getting no more resistance from the duo, she trotted down a series of corridors and to the closest lift. The base was huge, spanning dozens of subterranean stories and connecting with an undersea cave system, which meant finding Blister wouldn’t necessarily be easy. Though the unicorn typically haunted the command decks, overseeing operations alongside his nefarious commander, there was no guarantee he was where she expected him to be - heck, for all she knew, he may have been out on a mission himself!

Stepping forward as the elevator’s doors slid open, she froze when she saw a distinctly small figure lurking within the lift. “Hey, Tricky.”

Throughout all her time amongst the evildoers, there was one thing - one pony who’d fascinated her more than almost anypony - Tricky. She’d initially assumed that the mare was simply petite and spunky, though that assumption was only partially correct. The young mare was just that, little more than a filly, and the precise reason why she was amongst the Aco-Lights was a bit of a mystery.

Vise had talked with a number of minions about Tricky, casually asking questions while she laboried away on her various tasks, yet she’d never gotten a straight answer. Some of the henchponies claimed the filly was Blister’s daughter, others were convinced that she’d snuck onto the base to prove her value to the organization - regardless of the specifics, the details were vague. Trotting into the lift, she gave a subtle nod to the tiny mare.

“How’s it hanging, Vise?” the little mare chirped, sidling over and making room while slipping a peek at the pegasus’ weighty udders. “Did they finally stop having you get escorted everywhere?”

“No,” Vise grunted, pressing the button for the control center.

Tricky peered up at her and scrunched her snout. “Did you lose your guard or - wait a second,” she gasped. “Is something wrong?”

Taking a deep breath, Vise bit back a sarcastic reply. “Something like that…”

“Do - um - do you want to talk about it?” the small earth pony softly asked. “Nopony did anything to you ~ did they?”

Vise slowly exhaled and awkwardly shifted, unsure of how to handle the situation. Other than herself, Tricky was the one pony who felt completely out of place in the base - sure, she may have acted like a pony twice her age, was pretty good with a wrench, and knew her way around well enough, but she wasn’t bad by any reasonable measure. Forcing the grimace off her face, she tentatively smiled down at her diminutive companion.

“No, nopony did anything bad,” she quietly replied. “I just need to talk to Blister, that’s all.”

“Blister?” Tricky parroted. “What’d he do?”

“He…” she fell silent. “It’s complicated…”

Rubbing her chin, the pint-sized pony reached over, hit the stop button, and brought the lift to a shuddering halt. “How complicated?”

Vise looked down at her companion and found herself at a loss. Tricky may have been young, but her instincts and ability to read somepony were better than some ponies double her age - that or the rapscallion was simply working on a hunch. Hanging her head, she extended an arm to set the elevator in motion and was stopped when the little mare stayed her hoof.

“I’m being let go…” she sullenly admitted, refusing to meet the filly’s gaze.

“What?!” Tricky blared, reeling back. “Why?! You’ve done everything that -”

“I don’t know why!” she bleated, feeling her temper flare. “He sent me a note saying I was going to get reverse-kidnapped tomorrow morning. No goodbye, no ‘thanks for all the hard work, no explanation - just an impersonal pink slip saying I won’t be here tomorrow…”

Opening and closing her mouth several times, apparently at an all too literal loss for words, Tricky slammed the clear button and sent the lift up to the second subfloor. “Well we’re gonna find out what’s going on then.”

“Tricky, please,” Vise lamented, “you don’t have to -”

“Oh I know I don’t have to,” Tricky grumbled, “but I’m going to go with you. Listen, I know Blister better than anypony other than maybe Burner, and I’m telling you that this is not like him. In the past, when he’d canned somepony, he’s had the courtesy to deliver the news personally. Considering how long you’ve been here and all the work you’ve done for us, for him to do this is just…just wrong!”

Feeling worse than ever, with her anger gradually eclipsed by dejection, she kept her head lowered. “Has…has he said anything about me?”

“Not for the last week or so, no ~ why?” the minuscule mare responded.

Vise shook her head, seconds from spilling the beans and having to wrestle her emotions under control. “Just curious…”

She didn’t know what was worse: the fact that she was being unceremoniously fired or that she may have been wrong about the hulking stallion who was rarely far from her mind. Had she been wrong about him? Had he simply played her like a fiddle, used her, and was now throwing her away now that he was finished with her. With an ache in her heart and a cold pit forming in her stomach, she did what she could to keep a straight face.

The elevator slowed and smoothly stopped, the doors slid open, and Tricky trotted out. “Come on. There are only a few places he could be.”

Mutely following along behind the mare, keeping her eyes on the floor, Vise followed her companion. She felt numb, like somepony had punched her in the gut, though an overwhelming sense of betrayal lingered. If Tricky, Stinger, and the canine’s reactions had been anything to go off of, she wasn’t the only one who’d been blindsided by her abrupt dismissal, but that didn’t make any sense! At the very least, the Aco-Lights should have been informed that she’d be leaving, if only so their schedules could be adjusted accordingly - even if she was being replaced by a mechanic more proficient than herself, which she doubted was possible, things simply weren’t adding up. Nearly bumping into the short mare by accident, she lifted her head and discovered they’d reached an intersection.

“He’s usually eating lunch about now,” Tricky stated, leading the way to one of the residence wings. “If we’re lucky, we’ll catch him in his room.”

Vise didn’t reply, trailing along as they made their way onward. It didn’t take them long to reach their destination, passing a number of henchponies along the way before they reached the closed door of one of the many quarters. She, as well as much of the other rabble, lived a floor down, while the level she was currently on was mainly used for ranking officers, illustrious guests, and those who’d proven themselves remarkable in some way or another.

Seeing Blister’s door, she was gripped with indecision. Maybe she would be better off not seeing or speaking with him, letting him and the whole experience of being shanghaied behind her, yet a nagging part of her demanded he hear the order from him. As she passed Tricky and lifted her hoof to knock, the twin slabs of metal parted.

Her heart stopped, her eyes widened, and the breath hitched in her throat when she looked up and into Blister’s eyes. The fires of anguish within her waned by being in his presence, if only for a moment. Noticing his stunned expression, realizing he was just as surprised at seeing her as she was to find herself suddenly facing him, she seized the initiative and scowled.

“We need to talk…” she hissed, inching forward and placing a forehoof in the door’s tracks.

“I - Ahem -” he coughed, patting his chest and shying away. “I presume you’ve finished your -”

Taking another step, she cowed him back. “I’m not finishing anything until we talk.”

As he stiffened, his eyes shot over to the little mare at the pegasus’ back. “Tricky?”

“Vise said you’re getting rid of her,” Tricky asserted while her ears pivoted and laid back against her head. “Is that true?”

“Well - uh - you see, I was…” Trailing off, he clamped his eyes shut and rubbed one temple. “Tricky, I can explain this to you later. Please run along and -”

“But it’s not fair!” the filly pouted, marching over to Vise’s side. “Vise has done so much for us - plus everypony likes her and -”

“Tricky…” he coldly interjected, his voice taking a low, ominous tone, “I can explain this to you later. Please allow Vise and I to speak in private.”

Almost as if stricken, Tricky shifted in place. “But I -”

“No buts,” he continued, cutting her off yet again. As he gave the filly his full attention, his expression softened. “Just be patient ~ ok? You’re not in trouble, I’m not mad, and I promise that all of this will make sense. Now be good and do as I ask.”

Slipping a glance up at the pegasus’ face, clearly wishing to stay yet not wanting to anger the massive stallion, Tricky nodded. “Ok…” she breathed, turning and trotting away before stopping and looking back. “Just don’t try to be scary or mean to Vise ~ ok?”

Blister held a hoof to his chest and bowed over at the young mare. “I won’t, you have my word.”

Looking over her shoulder and waiting until Tricky rounded a corner and went out of sight, Vise swung her head back and quirked a brow up at Blister. “What was that?”

“I - ugh…” he groaned, shaking his head. “Please come inside. I’d prefer not to discuss any of this in earshot of any nosy Aco-Lights.” Casually wheeling around and wandering into his abode, he bade her to enter.

His interaction with Tricky had completely derailed Vise’s thoughts and further defused her anger - that was until he met her gaze. In an all but literal flash, her indignation flared and spurred her on. She could press him for details about his relationship with the little mare later, if there was a later - for now, she had more pressing matters to address with him. Trotting in and throwing one wing out to her side, she closed and locked the door behind herself.

“Care to explain this?” she chided, withdrawing and throwing the letter at him.

Watching the paper drift to the floor, he stood statuesque. “I thought the contents were clear enough, though I’ll clarify them for you. As of tomorrow morning, your kidnapping will be at an end. You’ll be blindfolded and gagged, brought to a metropolitan area, and observed until a civilian frees you. All we ask is that you -”

“Why,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. “Is it because I’m not good enough? Is it because your Aco-Lights keep getting distracted by having a competent mare working in the same facility as them?”

“Vise, please,” he groused, “this is a mercy and you should be thankful because of it. If you’d like an apology for us taking you in the first place, I apolo-”

Closing the gap between them, she prodded his chest with a wingtip. “A mercy?! You bring me here against my will, have me fix all sorts of useless junk for you, and then you…you…”

She shifted and turned away from him as she choked on her words. Did he have the slightest inkling that she liked him - moreover, did he actually care about her at all. Fighting against the rising tide of her emotions, she snarled and whipped around when he had the audacity to gently place a forehoof against her shoulder.

“Don’t touch me!” she barked. “You wanted me gone, so I’ll be gone. Just take me in, use me, then throw me away after you’re finished ~ right?”

“It’s not like that,” he countered.

“Then what is it like?” she demanded, shoving him with a forehoof. “How many mares have you brought here and buttered up before you threw them back ~ huh? This is one heck of a catch and release program you’ve got, you pig.”

As her accusation settled upon him, he stepped away from her. “You think I brought you here to suit my own desires?”

“Heh,” she mirthlessly laughed, sneering up at him. “Let me guess ~ getting me in your room for some private time was just a bonus?”

He held his ground and defiantly stared down at her. “No. You were here to fulfill a purpose, to aid with repair work and nothing else.”

Utterly unconvinced, she locked eyes with him. “Then why are you dismissing me? There’s a ton of stuff that needs servicing around her, more than enough to keep me busy for months. If you really, truly got me to do a job, then why are you tossing me out so soon?”

Flapping his jaw for a moment, unwilling or unable to give her an answer, he averted his gaze. She knew it - she bucking knew it; all this time, she’d just been a plaything for him, a pretty little toy that he’d apparently grown tired with, and now it was time for him to replace her with some equally gullible mare to woo. Disgusted by his lack of spine, seeing him for what he really was, she shifted and moved to the door.

“Fine,” she snarled. “I would say it was nice working with you, but you, your Aco-Lights, and Burner can rot in -”

“Wait,” he faintly called, causing her to look back.

The once proud titan stood broken, his shoulder limp and head downcast, as he kept his eyes on the floor. His voice, his demeanor, and the very air about him had changed, making him look small and downright vulnerable to his usual self. Had he not looked so defeated, so pitiful, she would have made her leave without a moment’s hesitation, though that wasn’t the case.

Lingering with her hoof hovering above the door’s controls, expecting him to continue, she grew impatient. “What?”

“I’m not dismissing you because you did anything wrong or because I grew weary of your presence,” he muttered.

She turned slightly, not fully facing him nor the exit. “Then why? Help me understand what I -”

“Not you,” he continues, solemnly turning his head from side to side. “I’m dismissing you because I…You don’t belong here. You’re a good pony, you have a family, and you have a life. This is for your own good…”

What he said made sense and spoke to the kindly stallion she’d seen in him, although her instincts told her there was something he wasn’t saying - something he was keeping from her. Turning her back to the door but keeping well out of his reach, she set her brow. Struggling to keep her feelings in check, she took a small step closer to him.

“Blister,” she quietly began, “if you really mean that, why didn’t you come tell me yourself?”

As she reached over and caressed his cheek with a pinion, he sheepishly peeked up at her and gently brushed her wing away. “To avoid this…”

Spinning in a circle, he lumbered away and to the back of his suite. Of all the things he could have said or done, never in a thousand years would she have expected him to retreat from her - her, a pony who was all but powerless against him! Caught at an impasse, well aware that she’d been prepared to slap him and rake him over the coals mere minutes prior, she hastily collected her thoughts and followed after him.

“Avoid what?” she quietly, almost mutely urged.

He took a breath and gave a deep sigh. “This. Vise, I…”

“What?” she breathed, startled when the gleaming sapphires that were his eyes met her.

“I enjoy your company,” he ultimately admitted. “You’re a joy to be around, your carefree attitude is infectious, you’re attractive, and…”

Waiting fruitlessly for him to continue, she steeled herself. “And…?”

“And this would never work - we would never work,” he rumbled. “Keeping you here would be selfish and do neither of us any good. I may be a villain, but only a monster would bring an innocent soul into a life like this…”

With a softness belying his colossal size and incredible strength, he ran a forehoof over her cheek and dolefully smiled. Rising like a phoenix from the fires of her wrath, her passion soared to life. He hadn’t dismissed her because he’d grown weary of her, nor had he any intention of hurting her - on the contrary, he was trying to save her and himself from something that could undo them both. Moved beyond words, rocked to her very core by the care and consideration the supposed villain had shown her, she succumbed to the very feelings that had sparked her misguided rage.

Just as his cold, resolute facade crumbled, so too did her reservations. Throwing herself upon him, wrapping both wings around his thick, muscular neck, she pressed her lips to his and closed her eyes. He tenses, taken fully off guard by her passion, though he reciprocated in a flash. One tremendous forehoof crept around her shoulders, pulling her close, preventing her from getting away, and keeping her where she so desperately yearned to be.

There’d been times in the past when she had feelings for somepony, musing on if she’d found the one, yet those instances had been fleeting and amounted to nothing. Though she’d been reluctant to say it, actually dreading the thought of it, Blister was the first stallion in a long, long time she’d felt anything for. Beneath the rough exterior, evil deeds, and tacit demeanor beat the heart harboring deep care and affection.

Hesitantly pulling way, he slackened his grip. “We can’t - Mmmph?!”

She silenced him with another, far deeper kiss. There were times for words and times for actions - this was the latter. He’d shown nothing but kindness for her, irrespective of his questionable initial motives, and he’d spared her from her unwitting exhibitionism in front of his minions - furthermore, if her suspicions about Tricky were even partially true, he had a benevolence rarely found amongst anypony. Allowing her actions to speak for her, she sank her tongue past his luscious lips and into his muzzle.

Groaning softly, he yielded. He pushed back against her, his forehoof drifted through her mane, and his breath washed hotly over her face. While he may have acted otherwise, his desire to be with her, to have her, was as blinding as the sun. Embracing one another, lost to their desires, the tumultuous world and all the perils therein faded away.

Her eyes shot open as an odd, tingly warmth surrounded her. She knew the sensation of magic when she felt it, so too was the sound of the arcane unmistakable, though she didn’t fight his sorcery. Delicately lifted from the floor and levitated to one side, all while they continued making out, she discovered herself drifting over his bed.

Rearing back and leaving a glimmering band of saliva connecting them, he uneasily smiled. “I…I’m sorry…”

As she shifted and was placed on her back atop the mattress, she peered down her chest and past her mountainous bosoms at him in confusion. “S…sorry for -”

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With a flick of his horn, her uniform, one of the many he’d provided for her, was rent asunder. The move was so fast and surgical that she froze - not from fear but because of the raw zeal with which he acted. Repositioning her ever so slightly, pulling her hindquarters to the very foot of the mattress, he stepped up and placed his forehooves to either side of her waist.

“For this…” he intoned, driving his face between her meaty thighs.

The outright assault on her marehood sent a bolt of pleasure through her like she’d never known. Without so much as thinking about it, she clamped her hind legs to either side of his head and stifled a whimper. Even if he was paying her back for earlier, when she’d somewhat amateurishly sucked him off, the way he set upon her, ravishing her loins as though it was his final meal, was like that of a lucky colt on prom night.

All the steamy romance stories she’d read and the stories she’d heard from her friends about being eaten out didn’t do the experience justice. Every lick of his tongue sent a bolt of pleasure surging through her, making her hair stand on end and making her marehood wink uncontrollably while she tried and failed not to moan. She should have expected he’d be an unparalleled lover, yet his technique and enthusiasm left her speechless - well, mostly speechless.

As he shifted and suckled on her clit, she cried out in rapture. “R…right there!”

He obliged without question, tormenting her with a level of bliss that she’d never known, although he still had a few tricks up his sleeves. Seeing his aura glow around her nipples, she howled when he lovingly twisted and pulled on her sensitive teats. Heaven forgive her - she’d gone from being incensed to skyrocketing to an orgasm in mere minutes! Her thighs quaked, her chest heaved, and her eyelids fluttered like mad as she was pushed to the very brink of what she could endure.

Moments before she crossed the threshold, he altered his tactics and sank his tongue into her trembling depths. Having never known the sensual touch of another, being feasted upon was as novel as it was phenomenal. The way he peeked past her parted bosoms and to her chest was the icing on the deliciously amorous cake, making it nearly impossible to look away from him. They’d spent weeks in isolation from one another, each warring with their budding feelings for one another, and now that time was at an end.

Toying with her, he waited until she teetered on the razor’s edge of her sanity to strike the killing blow. As he hauled on her nipples while gently bit down on her clit, she came with cataclysmic force. She’d had more orgasms than she could count over the years, being a young, healthy mare, yet they paled in comparison to the ecstasy that consumed her.

A torrent of marish nectar erupted from her spasming sex, baptizing him in her essence. Sorcerously prizing her hind legs apart, ignoring her howls and thrashing, he continued his onslaught until she was stricken with a second, equally powerful orgasm. She brayed and convulsed atop the dampened sheets, her body refusing to obey her, until he finally, mercifully retreated.

Calling upon his magic, he did the one thing she hadn’t expected - he removed his disguise. His grey mane shifted to an olive hue, the fiery suit on him disappeared to reveal a lime green coat, and yet his cold, piercing eyes remained the same. To have somepony, be they hero or villain, reveal their true identity was the truest form of trust imaginable, leaving her all the more enthralled. Having tossed his uniform to the side, he steadied himself

Shivering like a leaf in the wind, she peered down at him. Things could have ended there, his self-imposed debt repaid, yet he made no move to leave. They’d come this far, they’d tasted of forbidden fruit, and there was only one thing left to do. Looking him dead in the eyes, she invitingly spread her hind legs and licked her lips.

He took her mute invitation with only the slightest bit of hesitation, stepping forward and kissing the tip of his length to her drooling loins. The vestiges of her common sense screamed at her to stop, that acting impulsively with somepony as well-equipped as Blister, was a bad idea for any number of reasons, yet the inferno of her desires would not be denied.

Looming over her, he lowered his head and brought his muzzle to her ear. “I’ll be gentle.”

Giving a small nod, torn between her lust and trepidation, she gulped. It almost felt like a hoof was pressed against her sex, so large was his endowment, and she couldn’t help but glance down at his crotch. It was hard to consider herself taking a stallionhood so large, his shaft looking monstrous compared to the modest toy she owned, though she wasn’t about to chicken out now.

She set her jaw and slowly exhaled, telling herself she had to stay relaxed, as the pressure on her entrance gradually mounted. To his credit, his affection, soft kisses, and the way he reached up to stroke her mane did help and ease her concerns - that said, the strain on her virginal confines was the definition of torturous. She wanted to embrace him, to embrace his long, thick shaft with her marehood, though the task was herculean.

Mired in doubt, fearing he was simply too big for her, she was graced with a miracle. Like a battering ram of old, his stallionhood forced her open and sank into her. The intrusion was so sudden and intense that her eyes went wide and she gasped, yet there was no pain; while it was incredibly intense, the pleasure it afforded overshadowed any discomfort by an order of magnitude.

After compassionately giving her time to adjust, he slowly started to move. The feeling of fullness was staggering, sensing her lower lips being drawn out on his backstrokes before each light buck of his hips, but his angelic face was what truly elevated the moment. Warily smiling, he watched her face for any sign of distress.

Her wings folded around his back, her fetlocks rested above his thighs, and she twisted her head to face him. It may have been self-serving, but there was one thing she wanted more than anything else. As he brought his snout to her, she locked lips with him and surrendered herself. Whether he knew it or not, she placed all her trust in his big, loving hooves.

Seconds passed to minutes and longer still as the strain on her marehood gave way to unfathomable pleasure. Being rutted by him didn’t feel good - it felt indescribably incredible. His every motion was done with the utmost care, laying in stark contrast to his wicked reputation and frankly frightening aesthetic, and it fanned the roaring flames of her passion. She wouldn’t say she loved him, it was far too early to make such a foolhardy claim, yet she could tell she was falling for him.

On and on he went, steadily increasing the speed and force of his thrusts while driving her to her limit yet again. Lifting her waist to meet his plunges, wanting - no, needing more, she mewled and screwed her eyes shut. She was so close, so very, very close to cumming; all she needed was the smallest push to be finished off.

It would have been impossible for her to tell how long they’d been going at it, relishing every aspect of his being, that she failed to realize how she wasn’t the only one reaching her limit. Feeling his pistoning length throb in tune with his thundering heart, sensing the head of his cock gradually swell within her, she cracked one eye open. Though he continued kissing her, grunting and breathing hard, the look of sheer concentration on his face spoke of one thing - he was holding on by a thread.

Compelled, she glided her snout to his ear and gave a single, impassioned command. “Cum…”

With but a word, his resolve turned to ash. Groaning and snorting, he hilted her and flooded her depths with his seed. The power she felt from breaking such a mighty stud was intoxicating, though it was eclipsed by the soul-shattering rapture of being claimed. Holding him tight, she pressed her face against his shoulder and screamed with joy. While they may have been from different worlds, different in more ways than she dared to count, they became one in that instant.

Their movements slowed, save for the fitful twitch or tremble, and their ecstasy ceded to the warmth of euphoria. She wasn’t the first to laugh, but hearing him chuckle made her giggle like a filly. The absurdity of it all, paired with the breakneck turn of events, was nothing short of funny in a way. Like two naughty foals, they pulled away and grinned at one another.

“What am I going to do with you?” he mused, giving her a tender kiss on the neck.

Basking in the warmth leaking from around his softening length, she squirmed beneath him. “Keep me and forget ever sending me that silly little note.”

His expression wavered, though only for a moment. “We both know I can’t do that - we can’t do that, but I have an idea.”

“Oh?” she quipped, returning his affection by stroking his back with her wings.

“Just because I wouldn’t keep you here doesn’t mean we have to bring his - us to an end,” he sighed. “Want to take a shower and hear about what I had in mind?”

“Only if we get something to eat beforehoof,” she snickered.

Bringing one forehoof under her head, he leaned in. “I wouldn’t have it any other way…”