He's Perfect!
Tempest Shadow stared down at her current batch of Royal Guard recruits as they all did pushups past the point of pain and into pleasure. These past few weeks had been good to them; the once pudgy or scrawny young colts and fillies that had the misfortune of being assigned to her instruction and instantly regretted walking into that recuiter's office had shaped up nicely, their bodies well on their way to becoming the handsome, chiseled frames that were the fantasies of many lonely mares and stallions when left alone with nothing but their hooves. In fact, it wasn't that uncommon to find the occasional mare deep in the agony of her heat trying to sneak into the training compound to find a hot, young recruit or two (or three, maybe even four) willing to help her scratch her itch.
Hell, with her current heat, Tempest was half tempted to pull one of her more promising trainees aside, and give him some extra "motivation" to whip his fellow recruits up to his level. Of course, she would never do that because it was highly unethical and would get her standing at attention in her dress uniform in front of the commanding officer faster than she could get the results of the pregnancy test back.
Plus, they weren't her type. Sure, she understood the appeal of big, strong stallions whose entire bodies were hard as diamond, but they weren't for her. What she really liked was artsy, effeminate stallions, with perfectly styled manes that were definitely out of regs, who would write bad, cheesy songs on a ukulele about how she was more beautiful than all of Luna's stars, and would order weak, fruity drinks that were served with a tiny umbrella and a flower for garnish. Dear Celestia, just the thought of some questionably heterosexual stallion wearing some of his sister's makeup telling her that her eyes were like the sky on a beautiful, spring day got her even more hot and bothered than she already was.
"You okay there, Berrytwist?" Flash Sentry asked, trotting up alongside her, admiring the hard work the recruits were doing.
"I told you not to call me that!" she replied, playfully punching her coworker's shoulder. "Don't want to give the recruits the wrong impression of me."
"Oh, please," Sentry scoffed. "It's not like you haven't already sufficiently scared the shit out of them with daily threats of making them suck their own dicks through a bendy straw. I guarantee they won't lose any respect for you if they knew your real name."
"But, it's embarrassing!"
"Whatever you say, Fizzlepop!" Flash replied, smirking like an asshole. "But, seriously though, are you all right?"
"What do you mean?" Tempest replied. "Of course I'm fine!"
"Well, I'm just saying you haven't been very... focused the last few days," the stallion continued. "Plus, I can smell you and I'm sure the recruits can, too."
"Oh..." Tempest said, blushing. "I-is it that bad?"
"Honestly? I'm surprised the recruits are managing to hold themselves together."
"Oh..."
"Yeah..." Flash said, awkwardly. "I-I think it would be best if you took the next day or two off."
"Yeah, that sounds good."
...
For the love of Celestia, shut up! Rainbow Dash growled, internally. She had just come to Canterlot to try and convince some of the pegasi in the Royal Guard to crossover into the Wonderbolts. Unfortunately, she just had run into a certain stallion who has had a crush on her since he was just a little colt.
"So, anyway, I came here to Canterlot in the hopes of becoming the next big thing in fashion," Zephyr Breeze said between sips of his sangria. "I'm a designer, now, just like your friend, Rarity, and I don't mean to brag, but I think I might be better than her. See, I made this scarf," he said gesturing at a horrible thing made of tie dye, camouflage, lace, and beads.
"Barkeep!" Dash called, waving the stallion over. "Can I get 'nother?" she asked, waving her empty glass. The bartender merely nodded, pouring her another two fingers of whiskey. Rainbow raised an eyebrow at him. He sighed and filled the glass more than he knew he should.
"It's an amazing coincidence I ran into you," Zephyr rambled on, leaning in way too close to Rainbow. "'Cause I just so happen to have two tickets to see this amazing slam poet, tomorrow night, and was hoping to bring an absolutely stunning mare with me..."
Rainbow slammed back her drink and waved the bartender back over.
...
Tempest Shadow nervously sat at the bar, looking around. She didn't go out drinking, often, but knew it was a good place to meet other ponies for a roll in the hay. However, she had not quite figured out the logistics of it. Could she ask anypony? Was there something she had to do first? Was the stallion supposed to ask, or could she? Did she have to give him money? Did he have to give her money?
She nervously sipped her beer, cringing slightly at the bitter taste. She cast her gaze around the room, once more. A group of scrawny nerds chatted animatedly as they rolled dice scribbled things on some complicated looking papers. The one with the bowlcut is kind of cute, she mused, as her eyes drifted to another stallion, a light gray unicorn with a wavy, blond mane and a pink, open-collared shirt. Ooh, I would definitely love a taste of- oh... her fantasy was completely derailed when said stallion was approached by another, slightly less handsome (but still with an ass that Tempest's face wouldn't mind being a chair for) stallion, who promptly started showering him in kisses, much to her target's enjoyment.
Then, she saw him: a thin, tall, teal pegasus, who kept his blond mane tied up in a messy stallion-bun, with five o'clock shadow that screamed "I trim it to this length everyday so I look like I don't care, even though I care immensely", all complimented with a horrible, beaded, tie dye, camouflage, and lace scarf. He was undeniably hipster trash. Tempest Shadow licked her lips. He's perfect!
Then, she saw him wrap a wing around the mare sitting next to him, crushing poor Tempest's dreams. She turned her attention to the lucky bitch who got to be close to the most handsome stallion in existence. Her glare softened when she realized that the mare was Rainbow Dash. Sure, the two of them rarely talked (in fact, they never talked), but Tempest figured that they were pretty much friends after she was given a second chance. And friends shared things, together.
"Hello, Rainbow Dash," Tempest said, approaching the mare who was foolishly pretending not the enjoy having that sexy beast of a stallion cuddling up to her.
The blue speedster's ears perked up at her name being called. "Tempest!" she greeted, excitedly. "It's been a while. How've you been?"
"I am... well, thank you," Tempest answered, hesitantly. "I was hoping I could have a quick word in private."
"Sure thing," Rainbow replied, stumbling off of her barstool. "Zephyr, we're going to the mares' room, for a bit," she drunkenly drawled, as the two of them headed in the direction of the bathroom. "So, what's up?" she asked, as the two made their way inside the more private room.
"I'm horny," Tempest stated, plainly with a straight face.
"Say no more," Dash said, moving in closer to the battle-scarred unicorn. She gently began to pepper soft kisses to the other mare's neck, giving the occasional, playful nibble.
"What are you doing?" Tempest asked, gently pushing the pegasus away.
"I'm... you know... doing the thing you invited me in here to do..."
"Actually I was going to ask if I could borrow your boyfriend."
"Oh!" Dash said, sheepishly, taking a step back. "Wait, boyfrie-" she stopped herself, realizing that this was the perfect situation (apart from getting blueballed). "Oh, you mean Zephyr Breeze. My boyfriend. Whom I am dating. Yes."
"Yeah, him," Tempest replied, zoning out with a smile. "Zephyr Breeze," she whispered. Just saying his name was enough to send a shiver up her spine from her nethers.
"Oh, you can totally borrow him!" Rainbow Dash exclaimed. "If you can't trust your friends enough to have sex with your boyfriend, can you really trust them with anything?"
"No, I suppose you can't," Tempest replied, not really paying attention to the conversation, as her mind was currently occupied by a certain tall, teal, and sexy stallion.
"Feel free to borrow him as long as you like. Hay, if he accidentally knocks you up, I won't even be mad."
"Oh, thank you, Rainbow Dash!" Tempest Shadow squealed, pulling the pegasus into a vice-like hug. "I don't know how I can ever repay you!"
No repayment necessary, Dash thought, patting her new friend on the back.
The two ponies pulled apart as Tempest rushed over to the mirror. "How's my mane look? Do you think he'll like it? What about my horn? He won't be put off by it being kind of small?"
Do unicorns really care about horn size? Is it like pegasi and wings? Dash thought, before snapping back to the topic at hand. "Oh, he won't mind. Now, go out there and go get yourself some dick!" Rainbow exclaimed, escorting Tempest out of the bathroom.
"Hey, Rainbows," Zephyr said with a cocky smirk. "You and your friend done having your mare-talk?"
"Uh huh," Dash replied. "But, anyway, something just came up, and I have to... do Wonderbolt stuff, so I gotta head out."
"Well, why don't I go with you?" the stallion replied, rising from the bar.
"That won't be necessary!" the prismatic mare blurted. "I mean, this is secret Wonderbolt stuff, so I can't bring anypony with me."
"Oh, darn," Zephyr replied, dejectedly.
"Oh, don't worry about anything," Dash said, nudging Tempest closer to Zephyr, the two of them practically touching. "Tempest Shadow, here, has offered to take my place with you. After all, a stallion as awesome as you should have a mare hanging off of him at all times, am I right?"
"That you are!" Zephyr beamed, wrapping a wing around Tempest, as the two of them waved goodbye to Dash.
"So, what are you drinking, handsome?" Tempest asked, sliding a few bits to the bartender.
...
Zephyr laughed as Tempest tossed him onto the bed. "This is so soft!" he drunkenly moaned, rolling around on the soft quilt. "It's like a bed, except nicer."
"Celestia, you're so fucking cute," Tempest said in a husky tone, climbing on top of the pegasus. She planted a soft kiss on his neck.
"Mmm, that feels nice!" Zephyr cooed, as Tempest continued to pepper his neck with smooches. "I wish Rainbow Dash would do stuff like this to me."
"Well, she sounds like a bad marefriend," Tempest whispered, adding more intensity to her kisses and love nips.
"S'not my marefriend," Zephyr groaned. "Sh' thinks I'm loser." He was quickly silenced by a pair of lips meeting him. He pulled deeper into the kiss. She tastes like berries.
"Well, then I guess Rainbow Dash is the real loser," Tempest replied, deeply kissing him, again. "She's missing." Kiss. "One hell." Kiss. "Of a stallion!" she gasped, her ass now grinding against Zephyr's throbbing erection. "Fuck me!" she whispered.
"CUMMING!" Zephyr shouted, shooting his load all over Tempest's toned tush. Rope after rope of steaming, hot jizz splashed against her ass and sheets as the pegasus came, prematurely.
"Did you seriously just cum after five seconds of light rubbing against my plot?" Tempest asked in disbelief.
"Y-yeah..." Zephyr replied, sheepishly.
"Celestia, that's so fucking hot!" she replied, pulling Zephyr into a ravenous kiss. "How soon do you think you can go, again?"
"F-few minutes, probably," he grunted.
"Not soon, enough!" Tempest growled, lowering herself down to eye level with his deflating dick. A small string of cum lazily drooled from the tip, which Tempest quickly lapped up, savoring the taste. He definitely eats a lot of fruit, she thought, sucking the tip into her mouth, already feeling the member returning to its rigid state. With a pop she released his now erect cock from her mouth, watching as it softly throbbed and twitched.
"S-sorry it's not very big," he said, a hint of shame in his voice.
Tempest looked down and admired the four inch cock. "Oh, it's perfect!" she squealed, excitedly, kissing the tip, and getting rewarded with some precrum. She affectionately nuzzled his balls, inhaling the sweetest of musks. "I can't wait to have this inside me!"
"M-me neither," Zephyr stammered, trying not to blow his second load all over Tempest's face.
Tempest gave Zephyr's cock one last kiss, before sliding back up his body. "Are you ready?" she whispered, playfully nipping his ear. He simply nodded. "Good," she purred. "Stick it in."
Zephyr thrust his hips forward, before pulling out and thrusting back in, finding a nice pace. "Yeah, baby," he grunted. "You like that?"
"I'd like it more if you were actually inside of me," Tempest chuckled.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, it's nice having you slide in between my ass, but I was hoping you'd actually... you know..."
"No, I really don't," Zephyr replied, ceasing his thrusts.
"I was hoping you'd actually fuck my pussy."
"I am!"
Tempest giggled. "Zephyr, are you a virgin?" she asked, kissing his cheek.
"No..." Zephyr answered, unconvincingly.
"Zephyr!" Tempest scolded, playfully, grinding her increasingly wet pussy against his length. "You don't have to lie! In fact," she continued, lining his cock up with her entrance. "I think it's hot."
Zephyr gulped, nervously, sweat forming on his brow. Tempest gave him an encouraging smile. That was all he needed. With one final, deep breath, he pushed his hips forward, his dick spreading a mare's petals for the first time.
"Mmm," Tempest moaned, relishing the feeling of the untrained, virgin cock making its home inside of her. "How does it feel to finally be a stallion?" Zephyr groaned in response, his hooves firmly grabbing hold of Tempest's firm backside. "Glad you like it. Now, rut me proper, cherryboy!"
Oh, this is much better! Zephyr thought, pounding as deep as he could into Tempest's depths. She's so hot! And wet! And soft! And- "I'm gonna cum!"
"Yes!" Tempest cheered. The unicorn bounced her hips faster, urging the newly-deflowered penis to shoot its load, prematurely. "Cum inside me! Paint my womb! Knock me up!"
With a grunt, Zephyr came, releasing rope after rope of his thick jizz inside the mare. Tempest writhed with pleasure as she felt every shot splash inside of her. With a shiver, Zephyr finally came down from his orgasm.
"That was wonderful," Tempest said, running a hoof through his mane, which was now messier than it had already been.
"Thanks," Zephyr wheezed. "You were amazing, as well."
"Glad to hear it," Tempest replied with a mischievous smirk. "Because we aren't done, yet."
"What?"
"Well, I haven't cum, yet," Tempest said, slightly squeezing herself around Zephyr's deflating dick, feeling it immediately perk up. "And it feels like this little guy can keep going. Are you ready?"
"Guh..."
"Good," Tempest said, not even waiting for a coherent response. She kissed him on the forehead. "So, let's start with a little endurance training."
...
Zephyr's eyes slowly opened. Him and Tempest had both passed out at some point, the mare still wrapped around him, his soft cock still comfortably nestled in her wet coochie, the sheets and their bodies sticky from sweat and... other fluids. He looked out the window, noticing that it was now dark, probably just before midnight.
Tempest stirred, also awakening from her sex-induced nap. "Hey," she said, groggily, rubbing her eyes with a small smile.
"Hey..." Zephyr replied, not quite sure what else to say.
"You want some water?" Tempest asked, rising from the bed.
"Th-that would be nice."
Tempest nodded, momentarily leaving the room. She quickly returned, two glasses of water held in her magic. Zephyr thanked her, before taking a sip. Tempest climbed back into the bed, silently sipping her own drink.
"Hey, uh, Tempest?" Zephyr asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"Yes?"
"I, uh..." he began, still trying to come up with what he should say next. "I have two tickets to see a slam poet tomorrow night. Would you, uh... would you like to go? With me?"
Slam poetry? Tempest thought. That sounds awful.
"That sounds lovely," she replied, smiling. She leaned over, kissing him on the cheek, before taking her place as the big spoon, and drifting off back to sleep, Zephyr Breeze held tight in her arms.