> Post Stress Order
>  by CamoBadger
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> Post Stress Order
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        Rum splashed over the slab of meat roasting on the fire, sending a heavenly aroma through the room in a burst of smoke. The pony behind the bottle grinned and placed the rum to the side. He lifted the makeshift spatula from the hook on his barding and lifted the corner of the steak, checking under it to see if it was done yet. A few more minutes, and it would be perfect.

        Which would make it the first thing to go well that day. It had seemed good enough waking up with her in his hooves, creating the illusion in his mind that nothing could possibly go wrong and that maybe his life would take a turn for the better now that she was in it. Apparently, fate had decided otherwise. It took less than five minutes after waking up to hear that not only had a nearby town been attacked in the middle of the night, but that there were still survivors fighting for their lives. So of course he had to go, he would not, could not let them die. 

        Even then, it seemed like it might be an easy enough fight. It was just 30 ghouls, all distracted by trying to kill the last survivors who had holed up in the bar. The first ten went down easy, well for the most part. One of their group had taken a bullet to the knee, but it didn’t seem too bad with all the medical experience their team brought to the table. Before they knew it they were inside the town taking down the last 20 ghouls, and that fight went much better than expected. All enemies dead, no casualties for their side, only a few injuries and a little grazing shot for him. It was all too good to be true. 

        And to top off all the good they did for the town, there were still five survivors. It was amazing, the feeling of saving the lives of those ponies when they had to feel like they were moments from death.

        And then it all went to hell. The ground shook, the town erupted, and a dragon actually rose from the ground beneath them. It was…well to him it was absolutely horrifying. He had never seen anything like that, let alone been within 100 feet of such a monster. They grabbed all of the survivors they could, he even carried one of the ponies that couldn’t walk, and they ran. They ran faster than any of them likely had in the entirety of their lives to get out…but it wasn’t enough. One of the survivors didn’t make it, grabbed in the dragon’s maw and…

        The spatula returned and the fingers on his cybernetic leg shot back into his appendage, once again leaving it a metal hoof. He looked over to the table beside the fire pit, grinning at his work in setting up the table while he waited, doing anything to get his mind off of what happened. He really hoped she wouldn’t take too much longer, after all the meat was almost done. As if on cue, the door behind him swung open and her sweet voice flitted into his ears.

        “Stupid shops closing at night,” Clockwork grumped and took a seat at one side of the table. Well, so much for sweet.

        “They’ll be there in the morning,” Charcoal assured her calmly from the fire. “It’s not like we’re going anywhere.”

        “Yeah, but now I have to lug that Incinerator around all night,” she continued to gripe.

        “Just don’t think about it,” he told her with a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Besides, dinner’s done.” He stuck a fork into the meat to check his guess, and sure enough he was right.

        Within moments, a still sizzling slab of Brahmin meat was slid onto Clock’s plate, and the mare lightened up considerably at the aroma. “Mmm, this smells fantastic Char. What is it?”

        “Rum marinated, wood grilled Brahmin steak,” he replied. “I hope you like it.

        “Ooh, just hearing you say it is making my mouth water,” she answered with a ravenous look on her face. 

        And hearing her say that sent Charcoal back to a few memories of her watering mouth from the night before. He couldn’t quite explain why that was the first thing to come to his mind, but he didn’t exactly hate those thoughts. He smiled up to her. “Let’s eat then,” he happily told her as he lifted a knife between cybernetic fingers.

        Clock was lucky enough to have her magic to help, and the mare deftly cut the meat with knife and fork in her yellow gold aura. She pulled the first little bite of meat from her fork and sighed happily at the taste. “Oh my…you are so getting rewarded.”

        The tone in her voice put Charcoal into a coughing spurt as he almost choked on the piece of meat in his own mouth. “Wha-what? I…what for?” he asked, completely confused as to how cooking meat somehow got him such a treat.

        Clockwork took a little drink of the leftover rum and smiled to him. “It’s hard to pick one reason,” she started. “You jumped up to help those survivors,” she waved her hoof as if to count off each deed. “You even stopped running from that dragon and ran back at it to rescue an injured pony, and now you made a fantastic dinner.” She grinned slyly as her voice fell quieter. “I think you’ve earned whatever you want.”

        Charcoal’s face went blank at the suggestion, unable to think of even a single word to say. The mare across from him took another bite of her food, waiting patiently for his brain to reboot and respond. After just over a minute, the stallion finally returned to reality. “What could I possibly want other than you?” he replied, apparently unable to think of something less corny.

        Clockwork smiled deviously and put down her utensils before leaning over the small table. Her lips hovered next to his ear, and her lips described just a few of the rewards she had in mind for the stallion that night. Her moist breath sent a wonderful tingle down his spine as she spoke, but the brain on the other side of that ear canal once again couldn’t handle the information being sent. 

        Charcoal’s jaw fell open as she described the things she wanted to do to him, and the things she wanted him to do to her. When she finally pulled back, her eyelids were hanging in that special way that always seemed to scream ‘get me in that bed’. When the stallion’s brain finally caught up, taking only a few seconds this time rather than the whole minute, it still didn’t give a coherent response. “I… uh… wow. I just… and you.” His face burned red at the suggestions. “I-I’m sure we can work something out.”

        The mare chuckled and sat back on her side of the table. He was so cute when he got flustered like that, and as wrong as it probably was, she just couldn’t stop herself from putting him in situations to stammer along as he tried to keep up with her. “And those are just the options without… accessories,” she breathed suggestively. “I saw a wonderful outfit in Flank a while back. It left nothing to the imagination.”

        Once again, Charcoal’s brain shut down in the moment, and his face fell into a blank stare at the thought of what Clock just suggested. The mare giggled softly and took another bite of her steak before deciding to give him at least a minor reprieve. “Don’t worry hon. I’ve only done some of those things before.” She stood up and trotted up beside him, lowering her voice to a sultry level. “But we can try them all out and see which ones we like best.” Maybe she had a little problem with how much she teased him, but she couldn’t get enough of how cute he was when he was embarrassed or didn’t know what to say.

        While he remained in a stunned state, the mare trotted back and took another long pull from the rum bottle before returning to him. Her lips danced over the tip of his ear as she spoke, and she prepared herself for a rather long wait for any kind of response. “Pick a number from one to five, and that’s your reward,” she breathed to him. “I’ll be waiting upstairs.” The mare pulled away and trotted out of the kitchen, making sure to suggestively wave her hips and sway her tail enough to give him a peek at what it hid. 

        Once her way-too-sexy body was out of sight, Charcoal’s mind was finally able to work fully again. He looked down at his meal, realizing that he had barely been able to touch it through everything she’d said. His legs shook slightly at the thought of what awaited him upstairs, and butterflies danced through his gut. The stallion grabbed the rum and took a long swig to calm his nerves, not wanting to seem as nervous and anxious as he had before their first time together. 

        With the speed only a stallion on the verge of doing the horizontal tango could muster, he cleaned up all of the leftover food and threw the almost empty bottle of rum into his bag, leaving the kitchen at least relatively clean for the innkeeper that let him borrow it. Without a second thought, Charcoal made his way upstairs and slowed to a trot. He didn’t want to seem too anxious, that might put her off. After all, they’d done this before. True, it had only been the night before, so he was still on the high of his first time about to become his second, but that was beside the point. 

        When he reached the door, the buck politely knocked and did everything in his power to calm his still jittery legs as they awaited a night of work and fun.

        “Come in,” the mare’s voice cooed to him from within, sending another shiver of anticipation through Charcoal as he pushed open the door. He almost froze again at the sight of Clockwork laying on the bed. Her legs were crossed over each other in a way that showed off her spectacular flanks, and she pushed out her chest ever so slightly as she propped herself up with her forehooves. Her mane had been let out of its usual bun, allowing her golden hair to flow down her back and over one shoulder. Her wire frame glasses sat on the table beside the bed.

        “I… uh… are you sure? I mean, I don’t even think I deserve a reward,” Charcoal’s mouth suddenly said. Certain parts of him protested angrily, screaming that he was going to mess up a night of bliss. “I just did what I had to.”

        Clockwork wrapped a hoof around his foreleg and pulled him closer to the bed, looking up at him. “But not many ponies would have done it. You risked your own life to help others, and that deserves a little reward in my book.”

        “Oh, well,” the logical part of his brain finally managed to shut down at the sight of her and the soothing words she offered, allowing the 99% of him that wanted her to finally do what it wished. “Um, I think I’d like number two,” he suggested nervously, but with a grin.

        “Ooo, good choice,” she cooed to him and scooted over on the bed, giving him space to lie down beside her. “Now get over here.” She patted the mattress beside her and slightly moved her hips, breaking down the last brick in the wall of inhibition that might have remained in Charcoal’s mind.

        The stallion climbed onto the bed and put a hoof on the mare’s hip, rubbing it up and down gently as the two met for a kiss. Her tongue snaked by his lips and into his mouth, a gesture he happily returned. They swapped saliva happily, their tongues dancing and twirling around each other as they felt along every bit of the other’s mouth. 

        When the kiss finally broke, Charcoal grinned slyly. “So what is number two?” he asked curiously, his hoof having somehow found its way lower, now rubbing along her cutiemark.

        “For number two, you need to lay down on your back,” she purred into his ear and gently rolled him to the position she requested. “And let me do all of the work.”

        Charcoal nodded and blushed as the mare started to kiss tenderly at his neck, licking up his coat to give her lips direct access to the skin underneath. Pulses of joy spread through him as her mouth played against him. A soft groan escaped him as she gently started nibbling on him, moving her teeth down to his shoulder where her lips and tongue took over on his chest. 

        To his surprise, her body started to shift slightly beside him, rotating her hips around the bed as her mouth worked down his chest, down his belly, her tongue dancing over him to leave a trail of stimulation down him. The lower she went, the more excited he grew, and soon his full length was hard and hovering over his belly. The mare stopped for a moment when her cheek pressed against it, teasing him as her mouth remained on his coat rather than the throbbing appendage only centimeters away. 

        A quick jab of excitement shot through him at the feeling of her soft face tapping his stallionhood, and a groan of anxious pleasure escaped him. Her hips turned even more, and soon her tail was swishing over his face. He couldn’t see her face anymore, and that slightly upset him, but within seconds that thought was washed away by the sight of her fully revealed sex hovering in front of his face. His first instinct was to get to work on her and lather her with attention as she continued to tease at him, but he restrained himself at the memory that she wanted to do all of the work. 

        The sensation of her mouth lifted from his body, and his eyes widened as a warm, wet kiss was placed on the tip of his member. It was followed by another, and another, until the mare’s tongue once again slipped out and started working him. She ran a series of short licks down his full length, rewarded by soft groans from her lover. Her head pulled back and hovered over the tip of his member, and she waited for an agonizingly long few seconds just to get him anxious and excited.

        When she felt like he’d been tortured long enough, the mare lowered her head again and lapped his tip between her lips, sucking tenderly on the top bit. His hips lifted at the sensation, and a long sigh of pleasure brushed over her own sex. A little sigh of her own answered at the feeling of his breath against her, and a part of her hoped he’d soon return the favor.

        Her tongue danced across his tip for a second before the mare slid her lips down him, stopping about half way before rising again before she bobbed back down. His hips instinctively bucked up again, and a second wash of his hot breath blew over her. She moaned softly into his stiffness, pulling another of the blissful breaths from him.

        Charcoal basked in the feeling of pure ecstasy as Clockwork’s head bobbed up and down on him. His breathing quickened with her pace, and the stallion resisted the almost uncontrollable urge to force himself deeper into her throat. He noticed her tail twitching with each breath, and her lips hovering just in front of his face were starting to glisten slightly. He made up his mind, and decided that she needed to see how much he enjoyed what she was doing.

        His head lifted from the bed, and his lips gently kissed just below her opening. A hum of joy suddenly joined in with the bobbing of Clock’s lips over his member, and the stallion instantly knew he’d made the right choice. He placed another kiss directly on her moist marehood, slipping his tongue quickly between her lips. The next slide of her mouth pulled him deeper into her at the feeling, and Charcoal set out to pleasure her. He wrapped his lips around the pearl at the top of her slit, sucking sensually as she picked up her pace on him.

        The mare groaned at the feeling of Charcoal sucking her and prepared herself, rising to his tip before she pushed her lips down even further. His hips lifted again, driving his entire length into her throat. He sighed into her folds, and the mare held her mouth down on him for a few seconds before lifting back up to his tip. Her head returned to bobbing about half of his cock into her, and she hummed along him as his mouth started working her faster. His tongue lapped into her vagina, sending waves of pleasure through her entirety as she continued to work on him.

        Clock’s eyes rolled back in her head as Charcoal’s hot breath washed over the bits of her his tongue wasn’t focused on, and the feeling of him consuming every bit of her insides he could reach pulled her closer and closer to the edge. She picked up her pace, bobbing up and down along him as her moans threatened to stop her work. She wanted him to feel every bit of the joy he was giving her, but she doubted it was possible for her to show how good he made her feel.

        Charcoal groaned into the moist opening as his tongue lapped into her, giving every bit of himself to the feeling as he started to lift his hips in cadence with her bobbing lips. Her moans of joy around him only intensified the feeling, and the stallion could feel the pressure suddenly building at his base. The mare’s pace picked up again, and he could tell he was on the verge of release. He doubled his effort, but soon found he didn’t need to. Clock’s sex twitched and clenched tighter as a wash of fluid further wet her opening and Charcoal’s muzzle. He continued lapping up every bit of the fluid he could get, receiving continued moans of ecstasy from the mare. The feeling of her orgasm against his tongue was too much to handle, and the pressure in his loins released. 

        Clock stopped bobbing as Charcoal’s cock unloaded the spurts of his essence into her mouth, filling her with the salty warmth. She returned the favor he was still giving her and swallowed as much of the sticky fluid as she could. Once the last spurt had gone, the mare removed her lips from his length and used her tongue to clean him up, not wanting to leave a single drop of him uncaught. 

        Both of the ponies breathed heavily as they worked to clean each other up, still basking in the feeling of each other’s tongues dancing and giving them a last wave of pleasure. Once every bit of Charcoal’s now flaccid member had been cleaned of his orgasm, Clock’s head fell onto his thigh as she tried to recover, her body still buzzing with warmth from her own relief. Once her tongue stopped working, Charcoal pulled his muzzle from between the mare’s flanks and licked the last bit of her fluids from his lips before his head fell back on the pillow. 

        The two just laid there for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of the ecstasy and pleasure they’d given each other. Once she felt like she could move again, Clock rolled off of Charcoal’s chest and turned to lay her head by his. She draped a hoof over his chest and pulled herself in close, wanting nothing more than to be beside him right then. The stallion turned his head and kissed her softly, a look of pure happiness glowing on his face. 

        “So, what do you think of number two?” Clock asked softly.

        “Definitely a good one,” Charcoal replied with another soft kiss. “And you?”

        The mare smiled and closed her eyes, resting her head in the crook of his neck as she drifted toward sleep. “Best night I’ve ever had,” she told him lovingly.

        Charcoal grinned again and kissed the top of her head, completely content with the feeling of such a wonderful and beautiful mare pressed against him.