Dancer's Night School for Stallions

After his mate had left that morning, Summer hadn’t really been sure what to do with himself. He planned to help her with research on the male end, sure, but hadn’t been certain where to start. Dancer was better at mingling and listening and extracting what she needed from idle chit-chat. Shrugging off the insecurities, he’d decided on a shower since he hadn’t gotten one the night before.

Thin black spectacles clattered lightly against the edge of the sink, and a hoof ran through his tousled crimson mane before he trotted to the interior of the bathroom. They’d cleaned up the floor as much as they could the previous night, since the mare’s thrashing had made quite a mess. A grin wound it’s way slowly across his muzzle as he remembered the minute details - the way her mane looked plastered to her face, how every muscle she had seemed to jitter, the feel of her vulva pressing harder against him as he had rubbed her gently to her climax.

Shivering involuntarily, he opened the taps and stepped beneath the shower head, letting the water patter against his mane. Allowing his jade eyes to slip shut, he relaxed. The heat of the shower combined with the attention from his mare this morning put him in a very good mood. He lowered his head, letting the water soak his back, as his mind was set free to wander.

Should I send a letter to the office today? I hope they’re going on okay without me this week. Well, it’s technically a vacation for me. They can deal with me not being there for a few days. Smirking, he opened his wings, feeling the water course through the channels created by his fiery feathers. His job as ‘conservation engineer’ was a fairly new field, but just about everypony at the office was preternaturally suited for it like he was.

It wasn’t easy, but it was important - his job was to make sure that, with Equestria’s expansions as the population grew, the natural parts of the world stayed. For each forest cut down for building materials, another forest had to be planted at the cost of the firm doing the building. Nopony had any intention of allowing the world to run wholly to nothing in the relentless forward march of progress. True, some ponies didn’t really understand the importance of the job, and as a result he and his coworkers had been branded as ‘Dirt Ponies’ by the meaner ones.

Frankly, I get enough crap being a pegasus that lives on the ground without having a cutie mark and a job related to the earth instead. His wings folded absently, partially covering the tree on his haunch. Snorting, he turned his face directly into the flow of the water, as if to wash away the dark thoughts in his mind.

Stop that. He chastised himself in the voice of his mate, imagining her voice ratcheting up the octave meter as it always did when she was distressed. It’s not your fault. Those dark blue eyes staring into him, into his soul, pleading with him. Those eyes that had caught his heart as easily as the leaves catch the morning dew. He dropped his head again, smiling and releasing a pent up breath he was unaware he had been holding.

Those eyes. He’d taken to simply calling her “Trouble” as her proper name sometime over the last two decades, and she always gave a faux-pout at it. Trouble she was, though, especially any time they tried to hang out as friends. Inevitably, she’d look at him in just the right way at just the right time...

Trouble.

But the best kind to... get into.

A smirk pulled at the sides of his face as he felt the first stirrings of arousal. They hadn’t been each other’s firsts, no. Summer found himself grateful for that, as his mate was highly skilled and not at all afraid to tell him precisely what she wanted and when she wanted it. And, of course, it meant she was very skilled in making him feel good, too. Like that morning.

Settling down on his haunches in the shower, the water flowed over his chest and abdomen. One orange hoof lazily stroked at his sheath, eyes closing again. It had been early. What Dancer was doing up that early to begin with eluded him, as even when she was working she slept in as late as she could.

He awakened to soft, warm breath on his neck and the feel of a hoof lightly massaging down his body. Little tickles down his chest showed him where her head was, mane lightly sliding downwards as she shifted her body up and around to face him, sitting beside him. He cracked open his eyes to see a wonderful sight - his mare, framed by the rising sun coming through the window, with a halo of light around her mussy violet mane.

Sapphire eyes half lidded, she smiled lovingly. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” he mumbled, trying to sit up before a brown hoof pushed him back gently.

“Mmmm, no. You stay there.” He obliged her, lying back on the fluffy hotel pillows as she moved further around him, shifting her body between his splayed legs, one hoof still trailing down his chest. The other firmly settled on his upper thigh, rubbing the inside gently in just that way he liked.

Crimson mane had obscured his vision for a moment as his head jerked up slightly, feeling her trailing hoof finally make contact with his sheath. Light touches, feeling like butterflies taking off and landing, moved up and down the sheath, coaxing his cock from it’s slumber within. Purring reached his ears, growing as he did, showing her appreciation for it’s length.

Chancing a glance up again, he locked eyes with his mate before a wicked smile crossed her features. Her tongue slid out, going lower and lower before it made contact with the base of his dick, and she drew it up quickly, allowing only the tip to run up the ridged surface. Taking his sharp inhalation and light buck of the hips as an invitation to continue, she repeated the motion, this time pressing her tongue more fully against it.

He moaned, pressing the bottom of his cock against her tongue, delighting in the light sandpapery feel of it against him. Energized by his obvious enjoyment, she moved both hooves up to the base of it before bobbing her head down and enveloping the tip in her mouth. Precum leaked out, and she lapped it up greedily before moving on, taking more and more of his length in her mouth with every bob downwards.

His hooves came up and twined in her soft mane, mussing it further than it was before. He tugged lightly, eliciting a moan from Dancer that vibrated along his cock to the base. She wound her tongue around his dick as she bobbed her head, licking along the sides as her mouth rubbed every inch it could reach. His mouth opened to allow a moan to escape, bucking his hips in rhythm to her sucking, hooves holding tighter and tighter to her hair until she moaned as much as he did.

Looking down again, he locked eyes with her, those deep blue eyes just staring right up at him with love and desire. His cock stretched her mouth to it’s limit, her hooves sliding through her own saliva to coat the rest of his member, jerking it in time with her head bobs. Here was his mate, his lover, his Trouble, and he could feel the heaviness in his balls as they grew taut. She felt it as well against her hooves, and increased her tempo, hot mouth sliding up and down his shaft as her talented hooves worked the base, drawing him onwards, fueling his desire.

With a final moan, he pressed his lover’s head down upon his cock as he came, thick ropes of cum coating the inside of her mouth. She swallowed consistently, the motion of her throat milking the last vestiges of his orgasm from him. As he came down, he looked down at her as she finished, wiping a hoof across her mouth before grinning devilishly.

“Hope you have a good day, now,” she giggled, before kissing his nose and hopping up to begin hers. He flopped back, spent, and drifted back to sleep.

Eyes closed in the shower, he stroked himself rhythmically, remembering all the sensations. As the image of her looking up at him, eyes locked to his with her mouth stuffed full of his cock, came to him, he felt his second orgasm of the day build. The heat in his lower belly roiled and churned and finally released with a quiet moan, cum spurting out onto the floor of the shower, only to be washed away just as quickly.

A polite knock to the door came five minutes later as Summer finished toweling off.

“Who is it?”

“Cleaning service,” replied a gruff male voice. “Shall I come back later?”

Summer opened the door, smiling, to a bluish-gray stallion with a darker gray mane. His white cleaning uniform covered his chest down to his cutie mark. “Not at all, feel free to come on in. Just don’t disturb the papers on the table.”

Nodding, the stallion entered, pulling his cart behind him. Summer settled down at the table as the stallion began cleaning, mulling over the best way to get some information for Dancer. He was a bit shy, to be honest, especially about sexual discussions outside of talking to her.

Mild grumbling reached his ears, and he turned to see the cleaner trying to clean around Dancer’s impressive collection of beauty supplies that she had left out on the counter. Summer trotted up quickly, chuckling apologetically as he began sweeping them into her travel bag. “Mares, eh?”

The gray stallion relaxed and chuckled as well. “I know better than to disturb a stranger lady’s things. Looks like she works hard to look good for ya though.”

“Heh, comes naturally, really,” came the reply, thinking back to that morning. “But you know how it is. Always gotta try to look even better, I guess.”

Snorting, the stallion went back to wiping the counter. “A good thing too, for some of these mares. My marefriend, she could do with some of these.”

Summer looked the stallion up and down, eyebrow raised. He wasn’t bad looking, but certainly was no catch himself-pudgy stomach, coat that could use some brushing, teeth that needed work. “I doubt she’s as bad as all that.”

“Well, you know... she could try a little harder for me. She put on a little weight in the winter, I want to see her lose that before I consider taking things any further, that’s for sure.”

Summer felt his eyebrow arch even higher. “What about you?”

The stallion glanced at him sharply. “What about me?”

“Well, you want her to lose some weight... were you planning on doing so as well?”

Another snort from the stallion. “Doesn’t matter if I do. She’s the mare. I just want her to look more like the fillies in my mags, you know how it is.” Another chuckle and he elbowed Summer. “Those newer mags that are coming out, those are great. Skinny mares willing to do anything, that’s how it should be.”

“That’s fantasy, though,” explained Summer. “Those mares are hoof-picked for being underweight and more filly-like. Not really reasonable to expect regular mares to look like that.” He leaned against the counter comfortably, thinking. “And besides that, if you love your marefriend, you should be willing to do the same for her and try to look like those bodybuilding stallions.”

The gray stallion just sulked, turning away and continuing his work. Smirking, Summer headed back to the table to scribble down his notes on this interaction. At least he was figuring out where this entitlement was coming from.

A little while later, the cleaning stallion had left quietly. Squaring up the notes on the table for Dancer to peruse later, the orange pegasus slid on his saddle bags and headed out the door. Maybe he could meet up with her in the market?

Stepping out of the hotel, he took a deep breath of the post-rainstorm air, spreading his wings to feel the sunlight’s warmth on his feathers. A lovely day, to be sure, one he could spend with a lovely mare. His eyes drifted to the skies, unconsciously searching for her distinctive form. He knew she loved to fly, but tried not to around him, and it weighed on him heavily.

Sighing, he took off at a canter, wings spreading and beginning to flap. It couldn’t hurt to try, could it? With a few quick thrusts, he was in the air, gliding ten feet above the ground. The wind blew his mane back and caught his tail, pulling it out like a red flag, waving in the wind left by his wingbeats.

A sudden twinge warned him to fly lower, and not a moment too soon as a hot lance of pain shot up his back. Trying not to cry out, he landed gently in an alleyway and laid down. He shivered through the pain, moving like angry bees from his haunches to his neck, buzzing and swallowing the entire world into nothing but pain. Eyes screwed shut and breathing hard, he waited for it to pass.

How long he laid there, he couldn’t say. Eventually, the pain was back down to the consistent, dull roar he was used to, and he stood. Wiping away a tear that had escaped, he shook his body gently before taking off at a trot again towards the market. The smell of freshly baked bread and various flora drifted to him, and a smile cracked his muzzle once again.

Suddenly, he felt a soft wing across his back, and a nuzzle on his neck. Happy his mare had returned, he directed her towards the stands, smiling brightly. I won’t tell her about it. She’ll just worry and then feel bad.