Dancer's Night School for Stallions

As she fumbled with the key to her room, the pony inside heard and rushed to open it for her. Swinging the door wide, Dancer’s eyes softened as they fell upon the orange stallion, his green eyes behind his small glasses filled with affection. Stopping to nuzzle him for a moment, she trotted inside, shaking the excess water off her coat.

“How was the visit? Did you get permission, oh sex goddess of mine?” Shutting the door, he waggled his brows salaciously beneath his messy red mane before trotting behind her to help with her saddlebags.

Rolling her eyes and chuckling, she lightly bucked one hoof back into his shin. “Silly pony. Of course I did.” Feeling the saddlebags slide off over her haunches, she stretched her wings carefully outwards. “Twilight agreed, with some stipulations. It shouldn’t be a problem at all. She was quite nice, in faAACK-”

Her mischievous mate had taken her lapse of attention to plant his forehooves solidly on her haunches, his hips pinning her tail as he nuzzled gently between her outstretched wings. Her ears flicked at his breath pouring across her upper back to her neck, and a throaty chuckle arose from his muzzle. “You work so hard, my love. Maybe I should work hard for you tonight...” Darting his head down, he nipped gently at the base of her wing, nosing aside feathers to bite at the flesh there.

A ripple seemed to pass over her entire body, from her back legs all the way through her, culminating in a wonderful shivery sensation in her chest. Legs weak, she drew a shuddery breath, head tilting back and sending a waterfall of wet violet mane cascading down her neck and over his face, bathing him in the scent of black tea and rainstorms. Playfully, he snagged her mane in his mouth and tugged firmly, a promise of what was to come if she were so inclined.

Gathering her willpower, she shuddered once more before tugging her head back. “Mmmm, I don’t know, my dear. I’m supposed to be working, after all, not vacationing with my lover.” She bucked him gently, enough to dislodge his hooves and mouth from her, and turned in front of him, showing her wet hair and coat in profile. Wings still raised, she winked at him seductively. “I just don’t know if I should slack off like that,” she teased, voice full of faux-disappointment. Turning fully, she sashayed away, hips swinging in just the way he liked it, tail moving just enough to show a peek of her pink marehood against her brown coat.

Landing beside her after one powerful sweep of his wings, he bumped his cutie mark to hers. “I don’t think it’s slacking if you worked all day to begin with.”

“I suppose, but I have such an awful lot to do tomorrow. Perhaps I should just get my shower and head to sleep, hmm?” She headed off to the bathroom, slipping behind the oak door just ahead of her lover.

“I could draw you a bath,” he suggested softly. “The tub is rather large. And you deserve it, after all the flying and walking you’ve done today.”

Turning to him, she saw the love and concern for her in his deep green eyes that frankly turned her on more than some of the more lewd things they had done together. A small smile adorned her lips as she dropped her flirtatious act, and she nodded. “That would be lovely. Thank you, Summer.”

She left the bathroom to hunt down some of the good, fluffy towels she had brought with her. Hearing the water running, she sat down to wait in one of the hotel’s dining area chairs, spreading her paperwork out in front of her. Taking an alfalfa chip from the bag on the table, she perused the requests she had gotten.

Mares from the town, having heard of her “alternative education class”, had sent letters to her office. Letters detailing the lack of finesse, the lack of skill, the lack of passion in their coltfriends. Had it been just one or two mares sending such missives, Dancer would have sat on it for awhile, but once over twenty had arrived-well. In a town that was famous for having so few stallions, it didn’t take a genius to figure out that there was a problem.

The core complaint she had received so far was that of selfish lovers. Lovers that had thus far been wonderful, and suddenly taken a turn for the worse. Some of this could be chalked up to being comfortable in a relationship, sure. Sex gets boring sometimes, and it’s easy to fall into a routine. But lovers that selfishly take, night after night, and don’t realize they’re being selfish-that’s a whole other kettle of fish, one Dancer intended to throw back into the ocean as quickly as she could.

How to accomplish this? With a combination of science and good, old fashioned, education.

The air in the room had grown humid, and a fine steam was visible once she lifted her head from her papers. Summer was turning the faucets closed just as she arrived through the doorway, soft pink towels balanced between her wings. A light smell of lavender permeated the room, and she dropped her burden off with a smile. Taking her lover’s hoof for balance, she stepped into the deep bath, submerging her body fully before rolling to her back and blowing errant soap bubbles from her muzzle.

Settling in comfortably in the warm water, she shot a smile to Summer. “This is wonderful, love. Thank you.”

Leaning over the tub to her, he smiled back and rubbed noses with her, a silly gesture they had started as foals together to show their affection. Flush with love and feeling the chill of the rainy night leave her bones, she leaned up further and captured his lips with her own. He returned the gentle kiss in kind, reaching one hoof down to stroke her mane before they parted, lips inches from each other.

Emerald eyes locked with sapphire as his hooves moved down her body, stroking gently down her chest. His hoof and leg were soon submerged as well as he rubbed down further and further, delighting in the moans that began to issue forth from his marefriend. Dancer’s head rocked back, laying on the edge of the tub. Her eyes fluttered shut, relishing in the feel of his hoof to her thighs, teasing up to her nether lips before going back down.

“Mmmm, Summer...” She trailed off, content to allow him to explore her at his leisure. He felt the tenseness in her legs, saw the exhaustion on her face, and decided.

“My love.” His head leaned down beside her face, catching her lips again as his hoof slid up to her submerged marehood, not teasing this time but rubbing right up her slit. Her pussy lips parted, exposing the tiny nub of a clit, and Summer felt for it and rubbed it gently in a circle. Parting his lips at the same time, his tongue slid into her mouth to wrestle with hers, the pressure against her clit becoming slightly more intense as they continued.

They parted lips as she gasped, head jerking up and away before coming back with renewed vigor, her tongue forcefully invading his mouth as she felt the shivers of sensation radiate outwards from her clit to the rest of her. Lightning ran down all four legs and up through her chest, sensations twining together and meeting to travel up to her head. As Summer sped up his ministrations and pressed harder, her hips jerked helplessly, entire body beginning to shiver as the orgasm bloomed both in her abdomen and her mind.

Dancer threw back her head again and moaned, bucking her hips to his hoof, riding out the waves of pleasure that just kept coming and coming. Summer smirked, nipping her ear gently as he slowed down, bringing her down as gently as he had brought her up.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she sank back down into the comforting embrace of the water. “Summer...” She purred, muzzle still above water as the rest of her rolled below.

“Shh. S’alright, baby. I hope that helped you relax.” He stood, smiling down at her.

“Mmmmmhmmmmmm...”

“Don’t fall asleep in there,” he joked. “You have a lot to do tomorrow, remember?” One eye slid open to regard him and his sarcasm cooly, before she sat up the rest of the way.

“I’ll be okay. I’ll be out soon anyway, no worries.”

“Of course.” Summer trotted back to the living area, drying his leg on a spare towel as he heard Dancer splash her way out of the tub.

Ten minutes later, two warm, dry, and undeniably happy ponies snuggled up in bed together. Sleep came quickly for both, and they laid together in a warm tangle of limbs in dreamless slumber.