Intimacy
“Relax,” instructed the zebra mare. She straddled over an extremely jittery, pale, pony stallion on the bed of the comfortable bordello room.
The stallion gave no verbal response. He nodded slightly, or it might have been another tremor. The mare looked into his wild, completely dilated, bloodshot eyes. Her mouth and brow twitched, darting between compassion, pity, confusion, anger, lust, and happiness. She heaved her breast, taking deep breaths before lowering her face close to his. She felt the warmth of his breath tickling her cheek, and then her lips. Maybe not even an inch separated them now. His eyes plead with her. The lips pursed, reaching upwards. So close… The mare felt a shaky hand questioningly touch her hip. She put hers over it.
Suddenly, the mare pulled back her head and reached between the stallion’s legs with her free hand. She found the thing she sought and rubbed it gently, just to make sure that it was ready, humming pleasantly while she did. The stallion’s strained grimace lightened for just a second. The hand on her hip clenched slightly. She felt it too – the need to become one, or perhaps it was just the need to not be alone. The wetness on her fingers told her everything she needed to know. She was always unusually wet for this one customer and never needed extra lubricant, for his equipment was easy to handle and never roughed up her insides uncomfortably.
The mare held the stallion’s erection and readied herself for the plunge. She cocked her head back. He blinked deliberately, and then tensed up again, wincing at her gentle touch and breathing just a little too rapidly. The muscles were obvious, and the veins bulging just a little. She shushed him, almost like the first time they had been together. He silently opened his mouth. The zebra brushed his face lightly and arched her back over him, placing her hands on his chest, fingertips over his heart. She could have sworn that and earthquake was happening beneath her fingers. The pony’s lungs rattled. She reached for his hand. He recoiled from her touch.
Gently, the zebra caressed the pony. His acne-stricken, unlined face looked up at her, perceiving a few wrinkles just beginning to emerge. His cheek was almost perfectly smooth, save for the typical imperfections. He reached up and felt her face, his hand trembling like a thundering machine gun. The fingers found a cheek. The thumb traced the corner of her lips. The zebra hummed faintly and prompted the pony to go on. To her surprise, she felt his other hand snake around her waist and apply pressure to the curve of her flank. He whispered hoarse and urgently, “P-p-p-please...”
The mare lowered her hips, taking a hand to be sure of her aim. Head met lips, which were brushed aside with just the tinniest murmur of resistance. She let herself drop, tensing at first before exhaling a happy sigh. That feeling of first joining never lost its luster, no matter how many thousands of times it had been experienced.
The stallion let out a tiny gasp as his whole body gave a jump. He grit his teeth and clenched shut his eyes, hugging himself tightly. The mare stopped with him all the way inside her. Her once-orderly hair hung about her shoulders. Both of their faces were red; his was scarlet all over and hers was pink on the cheeks. They paused, breathing deeply for a few minutes. The pony’s breathing slowly started to become slower and more regular. He opened his eyes, surveying the intimate creature before him, scanning up and down her body slowly with just the ghosts of words on his lips, before resting long on her face and then floating down to the place where they joined. The pupils dilated slightly and the muscles receded beneath the flesh. Stillness. Only dim red mood lighting illuminated the room. The smells of sex and tobacco mixed freely in the air.
The stallion laid his arms at his sides with the hands still clenched into white-knuckled fists. Next he moved his hips just a little bit, grinding against the zebra with almost imperceptible, sluggish, motions. She sat there, smiling kindly at him as she again put her hands on his chest. She felt it rise and sink deeply and regularly, like a gentle tide on the beach, although the forelimbs still rumbled. The mare drew and expelled breath in time with the stallion.
Her hips began to rock gently back and forth without her realizing. The stallion’s lips formed into a flat, drawn line with just the slightest hint of a curve. The fists uncurled unto palms before they were lifted slowly from the bed and came to rest on the mare’s upper thighs. She warmly giggled at him, dipping her chin down. His blush deepened, even as he began to stroke the thick limbs. She gingerly prodded his arm with just one finger. He did not flinch, even as her hands found their ways just south of his shoulders and clasped firmly.
The zebra increased her pace as she felt the warmth flood to the surface. The pony saw her striped underside take on a light rose color. The corners of his mouth turned up and he massaged her belly. The exquisite texture brushed against his fingers like water and sparkled a marvelous feeling like electricity. Fascinated, he watched her breasts undulate up and down. His body compelled him to match her rhythm while her mouth spread into a grin. Her hands ran all over him, feeling the relaxation of his muscles. His face was now a brilliant carmine with a genuine smile stretched across his jaw underneath the relieved brow, the two framing his dilated, malachite irises.
His thrust bucked a little. She pressed her hands to his chest again. His heart was pounding just a little and his breathing was just a little shallow and irregular. He clasped her breasts and dug the heels of his hands into them. A primal gasp emanated from her lips. The mare began to ride up and down on the stallion, eliciting a wavering sigh. She could feel him inside her, hardening.
His fingers squeezed and rubbed her breasts. The pony stallion gently shut his eyes while he redoubled his ministrations and thrusted with increased vigour. On each hand, two fingers and a thumb found an areola. They circled around, gradually drawing near the nipple. The zebra mare mewled and lowered her body, resting on her elbows and peering right into his eyes. Her eyes partially hooded and she beamed at the stallion, who unknowingly returned the same expression. His lips were once again so close to hers. His hot, lusty pants were like the ones starting to come from her own body. She rode him with long, measured strokes, engulfing him fully as he rose up to meet her and arching her back as he pulled away. His hips bucked and jerked again with ever-increasing regularity. And he toyed increasingly frantically with her breasts. The shivers from each squeeze, tweak, and rub reverberated up and down her spine.
His eyes opened, malachite gazing directly up into her auburn with that same expression she gave him. His hand left her breast to trail through her mane and across her face. She nearly flattened herself against him and gasped as something wet, warm, and soft closed around her nipple. Her heart fluttered like a leaf in a whirlwind. The stallion licked, sucked, nibbled, and rubbed her, even as he regularly trembled and bucked with escalating desperation. Primal peals escaped her lips. Her own movements became jerky as her entire body writhed. He hugged her close around the back. He suckled again.
She gave a desperate cry. Her whole body lurched and then trembled. She rode him with reckless abandon, feeling him fully hard and twitching almost constantly with his heart hammering away while he drew rapid, shallow, irregular breaths. Fully pressing herself against him, she tightened around him. Moans flew from his tongue. She saw his vivid crimson face dart up at hers. The mare deftly dodged the stallion. The zebra threw her arms around the pony, her own nethers pulsating.
She felt him tense up before he gave one last unrestrained battery of wild thrusts. His jaw flew open with a primal grunt. “KLEE!” He cried, frantically thrusting all the way into her. His body quaked with hers. Their arms clamped tight around each other while a throaty chorus of primal moans and peals drowned out everything. Instinctively, they bucked and rocked their hips together, pressing against each other as hard as they could. He felt her insides clench and massage him, milking him to release everything inside of her. She felt him twitch and jerk inside of her, each spasm of their bodies causing her to feel another wave of pressure on her insides. He groaned and grunted as he filled her while she squealed and seethed as she rode out their ecstasy together with him.
“Haye,” Klee answered him as they came down together with him still twitching and releasing inside her. They stayed together, panting, gazing into each other’s eyes, pony and zebra, mare and stallion, prostitute and client, arms tenderly wrapped around other other.
“Thank you, Klee,” Haye breathed almost silently. “I really needed that.” Klee smiled at him and nuzzled their cheeks together, releasing a contented sigh from both of them.
She laughed, “That’s my job, Haye. I’m supposed to make you feel good.” As she answered him, her fingers traced a circle on his chest, much like how his hand was absentmindedly groping her breast. The stallion averted his gaze. The mare scowled. “What’s wrong?”
He was almost monotone. “Am I really just another John to you?” Excessive water pooled in his eyes.
The zebra shook her head and rolled off him, but stayed close, pressed up against his side. “No, Haye, not at all. Ever since you first came to me, you’ve been special to me.” They ignored the mess of fluids leaking out of them and getting all over their bodies and the linens.
The pony’s expression softened. “C’mon, Klee, you’re just saying that because you took my virginity.”
Klee shrugged and draped and arm over Haye. “I’ve had a lot of stallions and a lot of mares, Haye, and a lot of them were virgins.”
“Until you got through with them.” She chuckled.
“Well, I am a whore.” He snorted. Haye pressed himself front to front with Klee. Her torso still loomed somewhat over his, even with his arm augmenting his girth. Likewise, stretched out, his head was nestled between her chin and breasts, with his feet coming in somewhere midway down her shins. And she was slightly curled up! “You’re leaking,” she said as she stroked his modest mane.
“You really got it all out of me. I really needed that, especially after the last month in Chechneya.”
“I could tell. You were really freaked out.”
“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” The pony put a hand on her hip. His other hand clasped her free hand and they intertwined fingers. The zebra hummed the tune of an old Zebrican folk song until the red mood lights went out, leaving them in almost complete darkness.
Haye began to stir, but Klee seized his arm. He halted and looked into her worried eyes. “When you go back?”
“Next week,” he answered grimly. “They’re sending me up to help storm Grazny this time.” His tone suddenly lightened. “So, I guess that I need to leave now, right? My time’s up.”
The mare shook her head and leaned over the stallion. “Not quite,” she replied with a grin. “You were my last customer for the night, and this is my room. I’m off work tomorrow, so feel free to stay the night. They won’t care; don’t worry.”
“You’re fantastic!” Haye opened his mouth to speak again, but was silenced when Klee suddenly pressed her mouth to his. For just a moment, his eyes widened and his fingers curled. He soon relaxed and shut his eyes.
“Hush now. It’s time to rest.” Klee looked him over once and chuckled a bit. “First kiss?” Haye nodded. “That’s something personal that I gave to you. I never kiss clients; your time’s up, so that kiss was just between us as stallion and mare.”
Haye kissed her back, showing a distinct lack of finesse, slobbering over a good portion of her lower face. They kissed again and again. They held hands. “I think I love you, Klee,” said he dreamily as he snuggled up against her front.
“You think, Haye,” said she, embracing him.
"I swear, when I go back to Equestria, I'm taking you home with me all the way to Ponyville. You'd like it there. Not a bad place to live, or raise a family."
She blusted and looked intently at him. "You mean it, Haye? Immigration isn't too easy."
He kissed her. "Yeah, I do.The princesses are pretty understanding about this stuff, especially Twilight Sparkle, who is in charge of Afghneighnistan and the Crystal Empire. She's the princess of friendship, so spouses typically get an exception. Besides, it's much easier to enter through the protectorate before going on to Equestria proper."
"I hope you're right, Haye. I just want this damned civil war to be over with already."
They hugged. "Me too, Klee. Me too... I swear that I'll live so that I can see you again." He yawned, “Well, good night, my dear lady.”
They kissed one last time. “Gute Nacht, mein kleiner Soldat.” Together, they closed their eyes and fell asleep in Luna's sweet embrace.