Amber x Night Shift


                                            >Be Amber

                                            >You are wandering the new portion of Canterlot Castle, because Princess Luna invited all the bat ponies to celebrate her return

                                            >You wanted to have some fun tonight

                                            >You made a bet with Aux to see how far you could tease a bat pony guard until he finally gets you to stop

                                            >Because well... They do have to stand still and do nothing after all...

                                            >Hm...

                                            >Turn this corner here and there should be...

                                            >Ah!

                                            >There's one!

                                            >His coat is grey, and his mane and tail are cut short in the standard military cut

                                            >His wings are dark blue and folded at his sides as he stands there

                                            >Just so stoic

                                            >His mane and tail are two toned Indigo and a slightly lighter shade of blue

                                            >His armor is the standard lunar guard armor

                                            >Sharp looking and purple

                                            >Oh!

                                            >He must be an elite!

                                            >He is wearing those light blue metal shoes only the house guard wear

                                            >You hum in satisfaction as you check him out

                                            >Oh yes... He'll do nicely...

                                            >You slowly clip-clop down the decorated and lonely hallway

                                            >The elite must have noticed you, because his eyes flick to you for a brief moment before going back to staring at the window opposite of him

                                            >You hum a tune to yourself as you near closer and closer to the muscular stallion

                                            >He starts growing nervous, making you grin

                                            >He shifts in his armor

                                            >Oh boy

                                            >He was a weak one~!

                                            >You knew you were pretty.

                                            >Although some ponies didn't appreciate your singing, they sure as tartarus appreciated your looks!

                                            >You drew nearer to the stallion

                                            >You winked at him when he glanced back at you

                                            >You could see and hear him gulp as you stopped mere feet away from him

                                            >His eyes were lingering upon you longer

                                            >He seemed to be calming down slightly, breathing slowing down for one

                                            >You were about to change that

                                            >You make sure to wink at him while he glances back at you

                                            >You hear a faint "Oh Luna..." but you weren't sure

                                            >Hm...

                                            >You step a few feet closer, choosing to stand next to him

                                            >Time to enact your plan

                                            "Lovely weather, huh?"

                                            >The guard gulps, but doesn't say a word

                                            >Expected, but he was postively NERVOUS about you being there next to him

                                            >You breath on the side of the guard's breastplate, fog forming on the polished surface

                                            >If he wasn't shaking before, then he was now

                                            >You weren't hostile

                                            >This guard seemed to know that

                                            >You were, however, the direct opposite of hostile~

                                            >You wipe your hoof on the recently breathed on armor, the fog clearing away

                                            >You needed to win this bet

                                            >You bet that the guard would at least stop you from doing anything sexual, but you were willing to take it all the way

                                            >If it would happen

                                            >You don't think it will, but there is the off chance...

                                            >The guard gulps

                                            >Time to kick it up knotch

                                            "You know. I really do love a stallion in uniform..."

                                            >Ooh he's breathing heavy!

                                            "Especially one that takes their job seriously..."

                                            >You walk around behind him, and you trace your hoof from his wing to his flank

                                            >You blush as you tap his flank twice with a hoof

                                            "Interesting..."

                                            >Oh Luna. You could practically feel the mood rise in the hallway

                                            >The stallion's pupils shrink, but he stands stock still

                                            >You glance underneath his belly to spy on your inevitable prize

                                            >Yup

                                            >There it was

                                            >Two, full, plump orbs hung below the pucker in the middle of his flank

                                            >His stallionhood was poking out of its' sheath slightly, making you blush even more

                                            "Well now... What do we have here..."

                                            >You reach underneat and trace your hoof along his belly

                                            >You stopped just before where the sheath began

                                            >The stallion tries to concentrate on the wall ahead of him, confused by the predicament he found himself in

                                            >You happily watch as the erogenous rod pokes further out of its' sheath

                                            >In all honesty, you were enjoying yourself

                                            >You glanced at the guard, who's eyes were looking at you, almost begging for you to do something that eased his pain

                                            >Hm...

                                            >You suppose you could only oblige...

                                            >You move to the back of the poor stallion and massage both sides of his flank with your hooves

                                            >Your ears perk up as you heard a slight whimper come from the front

                                            >Ooh...

                                            >He was desperate

                                            >He sounded like he'd never gotten a mare in his life

                                            >That tended to happen when you were one of the elite

                                            >No time for fun, only guarding and training...

                                            >His flanks were tense at first, but became pliable to the careful touch of your hooves

                                            >The stallion shifted his stance slightly, the dark blue orbs beneath his perfect pucker gaining new space

                                            >They twitched slightly, perhaps in excitement, at what you were about to do

                                            >Blushing and scrunching your muzzle at the same time, you reached underneath the stallion and felt his length throb against your hoof

                                            "Oh my... So..."

                                            >Big...

                                            >You've felt bigger of course, but this one was certainly up there

                                            >Poor guy's probably never had a mare touch him inappropriately, ever

                                            >The guard you were fondling let out a barely contained moan as you cupped his testicles in your other hoof

                                            >He really wants this...

                                            >And he really needs it...

                                            >You rub your hoof along the guard's majesty, coaxing it out of it's sheath

                                            "Mmmm..."

                                            >The guard shivers at your touch

                                            >You notice a little bit of pre forming a pearlet on the tip of his head

                                            >You briefly think about cleaning that up, but you decided that it would be best if you didn't

                                            >A little bit of a mess is always fun~

                                            >And he would be all the more tortured by this expierenced

                                            >The meat in your hooves finally stops growing, now at a good ten inches

                                            >The elite guard bites his lip as his eyes dart around, unsure what to make of the situation

                                            >You decide to go back on your original decision

                                            >You really wanted to see how he tasted

                                            >You look around wish a blush on your face before leaning your head in and sniffing the erotic scent of arousal coming from the stallion's length

                                            >You take a slow lick of his rod, eliciting another faint moan from the guard, and let your tongue travel along the underside before flicking the head and pre with your tongue

                                            >You tasted the little amount of pre-cum in your mouth

                                            >Hm...

                                            "You really aren't that bad mister guard... I must say... You are quite fortunate tonight..."

                                            >You could tell the guard wanted to respond

                                            >But he just couldn't

                                            >It was cute, really

                                            >His wings stood erect, the gaurd straining and failing to put them down

                                            >You giggled, making the guardspony blush

                                            "Don't worry. I don't just leave stallions 'hanging'."

                                            >You mentally giggled at your joke and returned to the rod in front of you

                                            >More pre had seeped out into another larger pearl, some even starting to form a droplet

                                            >You sighed

                                            "Well this won't do, now will it?"

                                            >The stallion showed a brief expression of confusion on his face before gasping as you greedily licked the salty-sweet alabaster liquid off of his mighty sword, only for more to take its' place

                                            >Well there was only one way to stop that

                                            >You tentatively took the tip of his head into your mouth, your tongue working the bottom while you were careful to manage your fangs

                                            >Singing definently helped... Relax... Your throat for things like this.

                                            >You were Amber after all

                                            >Even though some ponies though you to be bad at singing, you still persevered

                                            >Oh... What has this perseverence gotten you?

                                            >Well...

                                            >You suppose this throbbing dark blue meatcicle was reward enough for your passions

                                            >You were sure the stallion thought you were passionate at something

                                            >The way you worked your tongue, just teasing the head made him throb harder and harder

                                            >The pulsating against your tongue was entrancing

                                            >You pushed farther along, eliciting more moans from the guard

                                            >You hadn't even noticed how you and him had changed positions

                                            >You were so caught up in your actions

                                            >The guard was sitting on his haunches, supporting himself by leaning back with his metal shoed hooves touching the ground at an angle behind him

                                            >So casual for a guard...

                                            >The guard's length was about halfway deep down your throat by now

                                            >The flare caught you slightly off guard as you pushed deeper

                                            >It was just so intoxicating

                                            >This was probably the best time you've ever had with a stallion

                                            >Even though you didn't know who he was, you know that he was a virgin, and you know that he needed this

                                            >He was also a guard, not like he'd do anything bad to you

                                            >Tartarus with it, you might even ask this guy on a date!

                                            >You bobbed your head up and down, the fleshy rod pulsating in time as you went over his flare each time

                                            >You even teased him with a light scrape of your fang

                                            >His cock flexed every time you did that

                                            >The guard was trying oh so hard to make his moans as soft and quiet as possible

                                            >Even though you two were doing it in public, making the atmosphere tense and even more hot, he still attempted to keep his complexity as an elite guard

                                            >This pony lasted a long time considering it was his first time

                                            >He probably practiced with masturabtion to drag out the pleasure

                                            >His breathing was beginning to become irregular as he lightly thrusted into your muzzle

                                            >He wanted to play that way?

                                            >You could play that way~

                                            >Your wings strained as they stood erect, attempting to go beyond their limits

                                            >This stallion seemed to last forever...

                                            >Bobbing and licking faster and faster, attempting to draw a climax from him

                                            >It makes the poor guard moan a little louder as his cock pulsates

                                            >You feel it stiffen suddenly

                                            >Here it comes!

                                            >Literally...

                                            >He cums in extremely large amounts, never gotten off to something like this before, and you have to keep up so as to not let any leak down your chin

                                            >Alas, a little bit leaks out the corner of your mouth

                                            >The stallion tastes like... Kiwis...

                                            >Not bad

                                            >You pull off of the gasping and whimpering stallion with a wet *POP*

                                            >You lick the outside of your muzzle, cleaning any spilt cum that may have gotten anywhere where it might not be supposed to go

                                            >You smile lustfully with purpose at the stallion, who is just staring wide eyed at you

                                            "So mister, 'I just had my first time with a mare', care to give me your name?"

                                            >The stallion blushes and looks away, mumbling something

                                            "What was that?"

                                            >He coughs

                                            >"My name is Night Shift..."

                                            >Interesting name...

                                            >"And... Thank you I suppose... Though what motivated you to um... Yeah."

                                            >He was a young stallion with a deep and slightly gravely sounding voice

                                            >He was also adorable!

                                            "Well. It was a bet with a friend at first, but... You seemed like such a nice stallion. Perhaps we could go out sometime...?"

                                            >The stallion, Night Shift, you correct yourself mentally, chuckled nervously

                                            >"I'd like to know your name first miss, but I think I'll take you up on that offer."

                                            >You smile

                                            >This one could become a keeper in the future

                                            >Not rude... Handsome looking... And he obviously was a risk taker.

                                            "My name's Amber. Now, where should we meet?"