After the impromptu photoshoot with Fredrick’s phone’s selfie camera, Sveta took her leave though only after hammering back two more shots of vodka.

She was a Northern Thestral, after all, and a ‘strict blood-alcohol-content had to be constantly maintained,’ according to the both of them.

Fredrick could not ascertain whether the Sabre sisters were joking about that or not.

In the end that left Stella and Fredrick by their lonesome for the time being, as Sveta had to go set up with her band. Per what Fred had heard, they were on next. For the last forty minutes or so, a small group of three ponies currently on stage finished their set of folk-sounding Scottish music.

Fredrick allowed himself to sway a little bit with the dips and meanders of the relaxing tunes.

Drawing himself back to reality and turning his full attention to his marefriend, Stella had ordered what appeared to be a single line of six different shots, all laid out to display on the counter.

After the bartender topped off the left-most shotglass, Fredrick observed how Stella’s eyes widened and her tongue lapped at her lips in preparation for the goodness she was about to receive.

Her hands had melded into one another and she shimmied in place with unbridled excitement, further topped off by that smile of hers that could cure diseases.

“Sooo…” Fredrick spoke with some mild, marked concern on his features.

“What’cha got there, babe?”

She glanced at him and lit up even further, what he thought was a practical impossibility. Then again, Fredrick knew first-hand that when alcohol and Stella were involved, anything was theoretically possible.

“This, love, is what we call the ‘Mini-Gauntlet,’” she began to explain.

“It’s a line of shots from different alcohols that gets stronger from left tae right! The goal is to smash these fuckers back as fast as possible!”

Fredrick blinked once, shifting his eyes from both the line of liquid courage and his already-inebriated Stella.

“Umm… you equipped to handle this?” he questioned, cocking his head while still nursing the drink he had been sipping for the last hour.

“PSSSHHHHH!” Stella dismissed with an appropriate wave of her hand.

“Of course I am, cute stuff! Are youuu~ equipped tae handle this?!” she shot right back, slurring her last couple of words.

Fredrick raised his right eyebrow at her display, and his expression never faltered from incredulous.

It was as clear as a cloudless night that Stella had well-passed the point of being merely tipsy; a place that she was about half an hour prior.

As he had noted throughout their relationship tenure, Stella getting hammered beyond all recognition was was almost required if they were technically ‘celebrating’ something… that something being the start of their vacation together.

So, he only shrugged.

“Alright… So, how fast can you chug these back then?” he wondered out loud.

Stella clapped her hands and rubbed them together, beaming once more as she turned back to her awaiting challenge in front of her.

She then fielded her rhetorical response:

“Why don’t’cha observe, aye?”

With no forthcoming warning, she used both her hands to knock back shot-after-shot of the alcohol from left to right.

With the surprising, nigh-impossible finesse that only an expert drunk could hope to master, she emptied the contents of each shot-glass into her mouth with fractions of a second delay between the next. After doing so, she slammed said containers back onto the counter.

At this point in their friendship and relationship, Fredrick, after all Stella had treated him to, figured that she was done being able to surprise him with her antics.

He was wrong; so very wrong.

She drank enough to kill a hardened human being in the span of five seconds...

...and she came out no worse for wear.

After another mighty belch (which, again, earned her some sparse cheers and praise), she turned back to Fredrick.

“See? Nothin’ tae—*HIC* worry about! Now…” she clutched her diaphragm after her hiccup and pointed to the remnants of Fredrick’s drink.

Fred, again, raised his eyebrow at her.

“Ye got about five seconds tae finish that pussy drink o’ yers,” Stella declared.

Fredrick pouted, picking up his glass and swirling the contents that were still about half-full.

“Gin and tonics aren’t ‘pussy drinks…’”

Stella pouted in return.

“I kick somepony’s ass fer ya… and that’s how ye repay me? We’ll make ye a proper drinker, yet!” she declared, having raised her index finger to the air.

That brought Fredrick back to some musings from a smidge earlier.

“I never asked you to kick his ass, though… honestly that could’ve been sett—”

“JUST DRINK THE FUCKIN’ DRINK YA CUNT!”

Her tone brooked no argument, and Fredrick only rolled his eyes, swirled the liquid and ice, and then finished off what remained.

He set the glass victoriously on the counter, to which the bartender promptly took elsewhere.

“Better?” Fredrick asked, sarcasm wholly evident in his words.

Stella’s response came not with words, but as a gallant foray of public affection when she lunged forward, wrapped her arms around his upper body, and pressed her alcohol-soaked lips against his.

Of course Fredrick rolled with it. It was not like he was gonna deny his girl some luvin’ when she requested it!

And once Stella felt Fredrick’s fingers dig into her back muscles, as well as his lips clash with hers, she spared no haste in upping the ante. The foul-mouthed mare broke right through Fred’s lips and teeth, sending her tongue straight into his mouth and tackling his own.

As for Fredrick, Stella’s tongue dominating his mouth was nothing unusual in any sense… but the fact that she had so much alcohol made the whole experience like washing his mouth out with vodka.

Though, to Stella’s credit, Fredrick never thought that would ever be a pleasant experience… one he would melt in.

Again, there she went with disproving all his preconceived notions.

Stella separated from Fredrick after a few long seconds of sloppy making-out, the remnants of any PDA being the thinnest strand of saliva keeping them connected at the fang and lip respectively.

Though their barstools were teetering on the edge of collapsing on their sides, the two parties kept a firm hold on one another as per usual fashion: Fredrick’s hands on Stella’s waist, and Stella’s hands around Fred’s neck.

Through the darkness, both lovers exchanged those profound thoughts through lidded eyes.

Of course, the sight was much more surreal for Fredrick, who was staring into much brighter pools of gold than he normally would.

Still, the whole experience begged the question once Fredrick shook off the residual dreaminess in his voice:

“Whoa… not that I’m complaining but, what was that for?” Fredrick asked.

And despite the loud music and conversation hitting them from every direction, Stella still had a rather insistent urge to place her muzzle into his neck, kiss him, and take a nice whiff.

“Mmmm… because ye just make me fuckin’ crazy sometimes…”

A small bout of shivers were sent up Fredrick’s spine at the oh-so intimate contact that he loved. His eyes fell shut for a moment on their lonesome as he granted her a little more access to his neck.

“In what way?” he ventured to follow up.

Stella scraped her fangs against the edge of his jaw.

“Yes.”

Fredrick, huffing out in amusement, had one last question to ask… a question that had become much too commonplace for a ‘normal’ relationship.

“How fuckin’ drunk are you??”

“Yes.”

Fredrick nodded, acquiescing. He should have known better.

Stella never released her grip on him, and through her drunken façade, Fred still saw an almost… shy expression staring up at him; much unlike her normal demeanor.

And being the type of person that he was, he would have been most untrue to himself if he did not capitalize on such things.

With a tilt of his head, and a certain smugness that drove Stella insane when he dared to embrace his natural charm, Fred cobbled together a lone inference:

“Something tells me that you wouldn’t mind ditching your sister, heading back to your place, and making out on your bed…”

Stella bit her lip and purred in gentle surprise, and her retort came slurred, but no-less coherent:

“Was that a suggestion ‘r an order, Freddie~? An’ I think there’d be a wee bit more than makin’ out…”

Fredrick poked the tip of his nose into her muzzle. He could be as sappy with impunity when Stella was as sloshed as she was.

He giggled at her reply, though.

“A joke, really. But you being so okay with it is actually pretty funny,” Fredrick noted.

“Well…” Stella began, poking his chest. “I did promise you a blowjob later…”

Fredrick’s breath hitched in his throat and suddenly his forehead needed some wiping… which he did with the back of his hand.

And who the hell turned up the heater in a place like this?

Child-like excitement welled up within his core, seeming to make him that much lighter in his chest.

While sex was amazing with this mare, they were too busy cooling off each other’s loins with said respective loins that Stella did not consider ‘returning the favor’ at the time.

Further, Fredrick knew that Stella’s sexual banter entailed joking about her ‘head game.’ He’d have been egregiously lying out his ass if he said he did not want to have her game ‘demonstrated’ on him.

“Oh… H-heh, you were actually being serious?” he asked, treading carefully as if this wasn’t a sure thing at all.

He was just covering his bases, really… he knew well that predatory look that would fester in her eyes; one of nature’s several majesties that this world had to offer.

It was Stella’s turn to punctuate with a blink.

Then with an innocent upturn in her inflection and a cutely cocked face to boot, she replied:

“Aren’t I a mare of me word?”

She followed up with a bit lower lip and, with the clandestine hand of a seasoned, sneaky thestral, she palmed the slowly-growing tent in Fredrick’s pants.

Fred lost his breathing rhythm as his response got lodged in his throat yet again. He flicked his eyes from side to side rapidly to see if anyone had noticed Stella’s bit of ‘groin gallantry.’

Nopony did.

Yet.

But more importantly, having come this far, did Fredrick even care if anypony did?

And even so, Stella did not let up… in fact, she made her right fang dig into her lip a little more as she, with a vague firmness, fondled for and gripped Fredrick’s shaft.

The right corner of her lip upturned, and she returned that once smug face of Fred’s with one of her own, daring him to try something else.

“Think I’m not bein’ serious now?”

She tightened her grip, extorting a mixture of a pleasured/pained groan out of Fredrick.

“No…!” he squeaked. “I’ve never once—mph—doubted your words, Stel’.”

Stella smiled, then pressed her nose to Fred’s.

“Good,” she uttered. “Now…”

She released him.

“How ‘bout we catch me sister with some music and dance, aye?” she suggested.

Fredrick performed a little bit of mental meditation to calm the raging eager-fear boner that had grown three times that day in Stella’s loving grasp.

Once he was sure that he wouldn’t be spearing random ponies’ asses with an unwillingly pitched tent, he promptly gestured out towards the dancefloor… where other ponies had gathered en masse for the last half an hour.

“After you, my dear,” he said, sporting a toothy smile as he was oft to do around the mare of his dreams.

Stella then took that outstretched hand of his and yanked him off the stool… though in her overconfidence, she stood on her hooves a mite too quick for her level of inebriation.

She stumbled a few steps to her right, using her arms for balance but thankfully, Fredrick was able to spot her instability from a mile away.

He gripped her by the shoulders and set her up right on her hooves with a chuckle.

“Jesus dude, don’t kill yourself on the first night of vacation!” he joked.

“Okay… I’m okay… I’m okay…” Stella repeated to herself.

Her expression bounced back to normal and she resumed leading Fredrick out towards the oddly-concrete dance floor.

Though, just as an extra matter of precaution, Fredrick scooted up behind Stella and wrapped his arms around her waist to help her more effectively wade through the crowd of ponies in her state.

Stella rolled her eyes, but wordlessly let Fredrick know exactly what she thought of the gesture… by placing her own hands over his and letting them rest on the lowest portion of her midriff.

By all that the foul-mouthed batpony considered holy, Fredrick was sometimes just too sweet for his own good.

With a teeny bit of effort, a few pleasantries and several apologies to others whom they had to brush past, the couple arrived on the floor right in front of the stage.

The previous band was finishing up some of the most quintessential celtic-sounding music that Fredrick had heard while those around him—if they felt so inclined—danced in a manner most appropriate.

For the party atmosphere that was present in this so-called ‘club,’ many-a patron were quite familiar with seemingly traditional folk-dances and formalities.

And not even a little while ago, Fredrick could’ve gotten his spleen extricated from him by one of these upstanding individuals.

What a time to be alive!

Fredrick leaned into Stella’s ear and whispered:

“Don’t let me hold you back if you wanna dance like… a jig or some shit heh.”

Stella giggled with a cute ‘pffft!’ in response.

“Wrong clan, mate!” she replied. “But I’ll have ye know that I, in fact, can dance a fuckin’ jig!”

She shimmied her way out of Fred’s grip and, after (somehow) twirling to face him with precision hoof-movement and balance, she placed her hands on her hips.

“Check this shit out!” she beamed.

And… much to Fred’s bewilderment due to her aforementioned interaction with alcohol, she danced what he could only describe as a proper jig.

Well, at least the first few steps of it. Stella may have defied very existence with her corporeal form, but she was not perfect by any means. Fredrick was uncultured in this regard anyway, so she may have danced a bloody shite jig for all he knew.

Regardless, Fredrick had no protest with her little bout of drunken confidence, especially if it allowed him to see her chest bounce a bit in kind with her movements… most prominently so on her ending hoofplant.

All was excellent, though Stella almost kissed the floor from stumbling.

There were so many perks to the little things in their relationship.

“Well… alright then!” Fred reacted, applauding with an expression most impressed.

And Stella curtsied in kind.

“Cheers, love!” she beamed once more, then skipped to Fredrick’s side where she latched onto his torso.

He lay his left hand around her back and stared down into Stella’s golden orbs.

He couldn't help but smile in return.

“Hey you.”

“Dance with me?” Stella slurred out with much less grace than she had hoped.

“You don't seem too up to it, really,” Fredrick replied, chuckling.

“Bah!” Stella dismissed. “Then you can hold me steady while I grind me arse into yer cock n’ balls, aye?” she suggested an alternative.

She waggled her eyebrows to hammer the point home.

Fredrick stifled another chuckle as the two got into position, and he planted his crotch right into the crevice of her clothed rear without a shred of remorse.

And once Stella felt the modest rigidity of Fredrick’s member lodged in the crevice of her butt (right where it belonged), she, with a smidge of lustful intent, wiggled herself into him.

Nice and snug were the two, now.

Stella had to have the last few words of the subject matter, looking straight up at him so her vision was upside down:

“Make sure ye don’t fuckin’ burst so soon, aye?”

Fredrick returned a playfully annoyed look, but knew by now that his best defense with Stella’s prodding and sarcasm was some of his own…

Along with a knowing, shit-eating grin to show for it.

“Yeah you’d fuckin’ enjoy that wouldn’t you?”

But his tone… the way he fielded his rebuttal was what stoked Stella’s playful and combative side; Fredrick should have known better than to challenge the master of allusive banter.

She kept her face in the odd orientation it was and only mirrored Fredrick’s waning smugness.

“I would, actually…” she said, then pretended to demure before swiftly adding:

“...but I’d much prefer it in me mouth, y’know…

Or… all over my pretty little face, hmm?”

Thankfully, everyone was interrupted by the end of the song because Fredrick had not a shred of anything else to come back with. Stella had one-upped him at every turn and in her wake, left him with a raging semi, blushed cheeks, and nary a thought process to his name.

The attention of all the patrons had shifted to the stage come the end of the final instrumental piece, where the band took their respectful leave to more-than entertained applause.

All watched with bated excitement at who would fill the music void next… though everypony had their answer when Sveta and four other ponies strut out on stage with bright smiles.

Even more awesome, as they slowly became bathed in the stage lights, the applause was ready and willing.

Sveta thrust her left hand into the air with a grandiose show of greeting.

Fredrick was never one to participate in ovations when he went to concerts, but the mare in his grasp assuredly had none of those same traits: she actively howled through tunneled hands around her muzzle and cheered on her younger sister as she presented herself on stage.

Though, of course, in the most sisterly way possible:

“GET GUD YE FUKKIN’ LIMP TOSSER! KNOCK ‘EM DEAD, BITCH!”

Yeah. What she said!

And in the midst of an audience of an intimately crowded venue, Sveta continued her broad smile as she took front and center stage.

The rest of her supposed band (in Fredrick’s point of view) continued to set up.

From what Fredrick was able to make out, their coats ranged from dark grey to a blue shade like Sveta, along with an assortment of different mane and tail styles.

He did have to admit though, the other guitarist taking her place next to Sveta was also quite the looker…

...same with the bassist.

And the drummer.

And the keyboardist.

And Sveta.

Goddamnit how are so many mares in Equestria good looking?? Fuck.

“Alright!” the younger Sabre sister spoke into the standing microphone… though she was perhaps too forceful as the mic gave off a horrific sounding screech overlaying her voice.

Everypony cringed and covered their ears at the Lovecraftian-esque horror that emanated from the speakers.

Sveta quickly corrected herself, and the input was adjusted appropriately.

“Shit! Sorry ‘bout that!” Sveta apologized.

“Faaaack off! I came here tae hear beautiful music, ya slack cunt! Not get me ears fucked!” Stella roared back through her hollowed hands… followed by uproarious laughter from random parts of the crowd.

And for the thousandth time in these short months, Fredrick had to remind himself that not every dude had a partner who could make them laugh as much as they did with the little things they said.

Hence, he buried his face atop her mane and laughed to his heart’s content; he further wrapped his arms around Stella’s midsection, and the latter interlocked her fingers with his when she was able.

As for Sveta, her right ear flicked at the cacophonous sound of her drunk sister, but she knew better than to respond to it while on stage.

“Right! Well, thanks fer comin’ out, everypony! I’m pretty tipsy m’self so we’ll try to make this quick. Like always, we’ve got the usual mares…”

Sveta gestured to all her bandmates as the rattled off their own names:

“Starla!” greeted the second guitarist with a bright smile and a wide-arcing wave.

“Sage!” the bassist crossed both of her arms under her chest, sporting a much fiercer smirk.

“Strange!” the drummer tossed both her drumsticks into the air and snatched them.

“Sora!” the keyboardist pointed out towards the crowd.

“And I’m Sveta!” the Sabre circled back around. “And fer those of ya who’re joinin’ us fer the first time, we’re regulars here so allow me to introduce ourselves…”

The crowd by this point had fallen in volume to barely a few murmurs and scattered conversation.

Fredrick rested the top of his chin on Stella’s head and continued to hold her hands over her stomach, listening with rapt attention.

Stella occasionally would direct his palms over parts of her exposed midriff; she knew that he liked touching her bare skin wherever it might have shown. She was more than okay with that, though Stella often didn’t understand Fred’s often habitual need to touch her.

She was one to talk, considering she would always rough him around and blatantly violate his personal space in their earlier days.

“This is something we all like to do for fun… and even as a surprise to us, we’ve got us some fans in the audience from time to time. We have any now?” Sveta asked with a smile, cupping her right ear with her hand for emphasis.

Fredrick jumped in shock when, right behind him, a sizeable number of ponies all started howling and applauding.

Literally howling.

Stella was one of them.

And in response to the reaction, Sveta jumped all giddy-like and laughed out loud before taking back to the mic. Her bandmates and likely her good friends also waved, pointed, and blew kisses in no particular combination nor order.

“Whew lad! Look’s like we’ve got a bunch o’ ponies tae impress tonight! But as I said, to those who don’t know us, we take pride in being such a light in these dark-ass mountains. A light…”

Sveta smirked.

“...in the flesh.”

Fredrick blinked.

...No fucking way.

“We are… FLESHLIGHT!”

“BAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” came Fredrick’s uncontrollable, inconsolable, head-rearing laughter amidst the tidal wave of applause and hoof stomps.

Fredrick buried his face in Stella’s mane in trying to muffle his rude, high-pitched outburst but to no avail at all. So much so did his now squealing laughter continue, that Stella had taken notice with a slightly raised upper lip and a cocked eyebrow to boot.

And since they were in the front row, Sveta was also keen on Fredrick getting riled up, and cocked her right eyebrow.

Fred felt Stella’s questioning gaze looking back at him from her shoulder, and while still recovering from spilling gratuitous amounts of tears, he beckoned her ear to his mouth.

And after a simple whispered sentence, Stella burst out laughing in kind.

She then pointed straight at Sveta, which got Fredrick going again… so in the end of it all, there were two weirdos in the grasp of textbook guffaw in the front of a crowd of eager ponies.

“HEHEAHAHAHA! SVET’ YER BAND’S NAMED AFTER A FUCKIN’ POCKET PUSSY!”

Sveta, of course, was not exactly sure what her sister was getting at, as the nomenclature for a portable minge was most certainly not ‘fleshlight’ in the Equestrian language.

Further, her bandmates shot her odd looks in reference to Stella, but Sveta waved them off; a simple action chalking it up to the eccentricity of her older sister.

“Right. Well, that’s us! And tae make this go as quickly as possible as I said earlier, I’ll end it with: sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride ‘cuz five mares ‘re gonna rock yer world fer the next half an hour!” Sveta declared while pumping her fist into the air.

She then took her slung guitar into a proper hold and shot a conniving look to the navy-coated Starla.

“Play us in!”

At the introduction of the first opening chords, Fredrick was already impressed that Sveta and company were diving right into it.

The crowd reacted at an instant.

Even Stella appeared to be pleased, evident by her nodding and beginning to lightly sashay to the swift, quintessential rock and roll beat.

“Shit, she’s goin’ all out!” she yelled.

Fredrick, however was immediately taken when the opening lyrics out of Sveta’s mouth manifested over the crowd like an ethereal, sonorous wave.

While based on her small little bout of playing in Stella’s room earlier, he knew she had a nice, smooth voice. But when it came to rock music, that voice was still there… though the inflections and slight rasp on certain notes gave off a distinguishable ‘rock star’ persona.

On top of the mannerisms, her own bouts of dancing with her guitar as her partner in crime, and occasional—often hilarious—interactions with her bandmates made this more readily apparent.

Fredrick’s innards swelled with a bunch of emotions that he had not experienced in a long, long time. Sure, they were variations of excitement and eagerness; he got these feelings with Stella all the time.

He knew this variation well though: nostalgia.

He had the pleasure of attending a fair amount of rock concerts during his time in college, and they never failed to provide a great time with his friends and the occasional girl he would meet there.

And seeing Sveta sing, play, shimmy, and dance in an alluring yet appropriate (and not so appropriate) manner brought all these memories back in one fell swoop.

With Stella in his arms dutifully ensuring that Fred felt every inch of her ass on his crotch as they swayed together, it completed the entire ensemble.

If he was being completely honest with himself, he almost had the urge to shed a tear or two.

His heartbeat surged at the feeling of the one he cared so much about being in his arms, his smile was as wide as it ever could have been hitherto, and further, come the next few songs in Sveta’s list, he was already singing along with all the choruses.

Hilariously, he did what he honestly hated other people doing during events like this: he pulled out his phone and recorded small snippets of the show.

Even more awesome in his eyes, was that despite the odd technology that Sveta was just exposed to barely twenty minutes prior, she knew exactly what he was up to…

...and in consequence, began singing and playing for the camera for a good fifteen seconds at a time.

Due to the situation, conversation between Stella and Fredrick had died completely in the verbal sense… though in the physical sense, it was all but quiet on the Western Front.

Each little sway in conjunction with a simple, specific touch on one another emphasized something only they had come to understand in their incredibly close relationship.

And as the two got lost in the music as a single entity, every brush of Fredrick’s fingers against Stella’s exposed midriff told her ‘I love the work you put into your body.’

Each time Stella would place her hand atop of his in the aforementioned position, the usually foul-mouthed thestral conveyed in a way most succinct: ‘I know… and it’s all yours.’

Well… at least that’s what it felt like to Fredrick. Stella was drunk after all, and he himself was not in any position to deem himself ‘clear of mind.’

As the bridges became more frequent and the choruses passed one by one, each song saw Fredrick and Stella inexplicably get lost in each other more and more. Butt against crotch casually evolved into a more intimate, face-to-face approach to their physicalities, turning to hold each other in a much more traditional fashion.

Yet, one thing remained a constant: they never once took their hands away from one another.

Perhaps what made the current moment even more meaningful, more profound for the comparatively new couple was that it was Sveta’s last song for the evening… and she had been situationally-aware enough to notice the physical status of her sister and goofy-looking coltfriend.

So, in a last-minute change of events, a slower song had been settled on to close it all out.

While the two batpony kin bantered about killing each other on a consistent basis, Sveta would never not wingpony for her.

In an act most unlike her, Stella placed her right hand on Fred’s left pec, and flashed him a coy smirk.

Such a smirk was silly in nature this time, or in any form of jest. This was serious; a soft simper that signified several sensual senses of their synchronous swaying.

Fredrick, in kind, placed his right hand on her cheek, cupping that pinch-able face in all of its glory; Stella leaned in to the gesture and the two continued to subconsciously swing with the music, and allow it to carry them as it pleased.

His chest threatened to extricate itself from his body, as the light feeling given off by the fluttering of his heart was damn-near maddening.

And yet, he welcomed every bit of it… and hoped it would never stop.

Fredrick also realized something else right at this moment.

This is going waaaaay too fast…

...and I’m okay with that.

Perfectly timed to when Sveta had been serenading the entire crowd, come the climax of her song, both Stella and Fredrick leaned in for the kill and planted their lips on one another.

But unlike in times of the more recent past, this kiss was not aggressive nor lustful.

It was soft, tender, and dare they both say, needy.

Both pairs of eyes shuttered as they focused all of their collective ability to feel into very specific places:

Their lips as they molded against one another in a restrained erotic embrace.

Their hands as they fought to pull each other as close as possible…

...and their chests.

Their emotion-laden, fluttering hearts beat powerfully as one.

And Sveta could do little more than cast a bright smile at the quiet public display of affection, all as her final song came to a close.

In the wake of the last few notes, the crowd’s reaction was unmistakable with their own chorus of applause, cheers, hoof stops, howls, and the like.

Fred and Stella were a bit too busy at the moment to participate, but Sveta knew that they enjoyed themselves; and their lack of involvement was for a very good reason.

After what seemed like a small eternity of silence, they pulled apart from one another.

Fredrick was the first to vocalize his currently muddled thoughts.

“That… wow. Shit that was incredible,” he struggled to say, his cheeks still blushed.

Stella bit her lip and continued to palm Fredrick’s chest. Her cheeks were perpetually dimpled at this point from her now-painful smiling.

She was not spared any annoying blush either.

“Speak fer yerself, mate…” she spoke.

To which Fredrick came back with a swift:

“I was talking about Sveta’s performance.”

“Oh fuuuck off…” Stella giggled out, which started another storm of maniacal laughter between the two of them.

Though, that was drowned out by the continuing praise of the crowd.

Fredrick shifted his right hand down to her hip and turned to the stage, where he flashed Sveta a smile, a wink, and a thumbs-up gesture. Stella’s hand snaked around his neck and upon sight of the friendly moment her coltfriend and sister were sharing, she rolled her eyes…

...though, the pleasant smile on her face told all.

Sveta met Fredrick’s implicit thanks with a single, knowing point of her right index finger.

She then took to the microphone after raising both her free hand and her guitar. Her other bandmates collectively wiped the sweat from their foreheads and relished in the crowd’s affection.

“Thank you all again… and goodnight!”

Sveta's features continued to color as her meek smile refused to wane. It was a well-known, documented fact that she was perhaps a bit too humble… almost to a fault.

“Aye? Ya really think so, mate?” she asked again for the third time.

Stella rolled her eyes, but Fredrick was more than fine on repeating his previous assertions.

The three of them were sat comfortably on Stella’s bed, relaxing with one another before they all headed off to sleep for the evening.

“You kidding me??” his incredulity was palpable. “That was a damn concert, dude! You play incredibly well. I would’ve actually paid money to see that, just saying,” he further elaborated.

It was true though, if his excitement somehow wasn’t in any way measurable during the whole event.

He had only had the pleasure and privilege of being to a few concerts in his life; rock concerts, specifically. This one felt much more intimate and the value to entertainment ratio was way skewed in Sveta’s favor.

Sveta chuckled, slouching her posture against the wall as she became more comfortable.

With her legs shamelessly wide, outfit replaced with pajama tops and bottoms, and an evening drink in her hand, she was more than content to relish in the praise.

She got a lot of it through her ‘hobby,’ but she she cherished every bit of it nonetheless.

“Heh, well…” her response was muddled with awkwardness.

Sveta’s cheeks were also having trouble containing her smile, though perhaps the alcohol in her system contributed to their lack of structural integrity.

“...by all definitions it was a concert, dickhead. But seriously, thanks mate. Means a lot, aye?”

Her humility was not lost on Fredrick… nor on Stella.

“Sure thing!” Fredrick replied with an appropriate raise of his drink. “Let us know when you make it big! I’m sure the two of us…” he gestured to Stella and his person. “...would be right in the front row.”

Now it was Sveta’s turn to roll her eyes… in such a way that it caused her physical pain.

Still, the continued, implicit praise no matter how much it was blown out of proportion was always welcome to her ears.

That didn’t mean Sveta didn’t have to deride every bit of it, though.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck off, Fred,” she replied, snickering. “Like I already said in the past, it’s just a hobby. I don’t have the will ‘r the drive tae try and make a career out of it.”

“Oh yeah?” Fredrick asked, supporting himself with his shoulder against the wall. “Risk averse?”

Sveta bobbed her head in consideration.

“Eh. It’s just having fun right now; that’s all I care. There ‘re more stable professions after all.”

Stella decided to weigh in on the previously two-sided conversation.

“What he means, Svet’, is that he’s a pussy like you,” she so conveyed with a certain tact that was expected of her.

As she took a swig of some water, Sveta and Fredrick regarded each other with a kindred deadpan.

“Riiiight…” the former replied, then patted the bed twice as she moved to get back to her hooves.

“Well, I’m fuckin’ exhausted so I’m gonna get outta yer manes and go tae sleep,” Sveta added, downing the remainder of her drink.

Once stable, she raised both of her arms taut over her head and bowed her body forward in a mighty stretch. She emitted a cute, pained squeak as a portion of her spine popped… and then she sighed out in bliss.

Stella was more focused on Sveta’s mention of retiring for the night.

“Oh, right… forgot we’ve got shit tae do tomorrow.” She ran her palm over the rear of her neck. “Righto. Let’s head off then.”

She also added with less-than veiled bitterness:

“Probably won’t sleep a fuckin’ wink either with me schedule. Fuck me.”

Sveta spun on her hooves and, much like Stella did to Fredrick before dinner, pointed both of her index fingers at her older sister.

“That…” she claimed. “...sounds like a ‘you’ problem, Stel’! Get some sleep anyway; I don’t wanna deal with yer bitchin’ in the mornin’.”

Stella gestured Sveta out of the room with three flicks of her hand.

“No guarantees; now piss off. Goodnight.”

“‘Night, Fredrick!”

“Goodnight, Sveta!”

And with that, the youngest one took her leave, pulling the door closed behind her, though with not enough force to latch it completely… on account of Stella’s consistent brutalizing of her room’s entryway.

Stella rolled onto her back while Fredrick slumped further in his position against the wall, letting the comforter cradle his sore legs and ass for the moment.

Both let out a fatigued sigh.

Then, Fredrick glanced down at Stella. Her t-shirt had ridden up her tummy a bit, exposing her navel and the lower section of her midriff while her arms lay splayed over her head.

Stella met his eyes with hers, and Fredrick opted to speak first.

“Wanna go to bed?” he asked.

However, Stella returned a look that made him feel stupid for asking that question in the first place.

She rolled onto her front and got on all fours, eyeing the now curious Fredrick up like he was his prey once more.

“Go to bed?” she questioned, creeping up on him with her tail raised and a less-than subtle sway in her rear.

“Why the fuck would we go to bed now that we’re alone, hmmm?”

Fredrick knew exactly what she was getting at, and the remnants of his mind began swimming with lust at the certainty of getting some action. His eyes gleamed at the sight and despite his want to play innocent in such a situation, the same aforementioned mindset erected his dick in a modicum’s notice.

“Well…” he began, and as Stella’s muzzle became less than an inch away from his mouth, he rested his hands on her shoulders.

“...I figured since you were in such a relaxed state, I wouldn’t push anything if you wanted to go to bed.

“Besides, you’ve still got a hefty amount of alcohol in your system; pony metabolism or not.”

Stella snagged her lower lip in the grasp of her upper-right fang and palmed Fredrick’s crotch for the second time this evening, evoking lidded eyes from Fredrick.

As well as a minor hiccup in his breath that Stella didn’t seem to notice.

What she didn’t know, she couldn’t prod him for in the future.

“The only thing yer pushin’ tonight is pushin’ yer dick into the back of me throat, aye?” Stella repurposed one of Fred’s key words.

Fredrick could not resist laughing out loud (although subdued due to the time of night) at those words; that was the perfect comeback in his eyes, to be honest.

And as funny as that was, he would consider himself hard as diamonds at the moment. Further, Stella noticed right away from the strained tent in his pants.

Stella, while keeping up the firmness on Fred’s crotch, slid her palm up to the top of his fly and button of his pants.

She grinned evilly, continuing to train those eager eyes on Fred’s.

“May I?”

Fredrick huffed, tightening his grip on her shoulders in anticipation of what was to come next.

“Since when the hell do you ask?”

Stella winked.

“Givin’ you semblance of choice is only common courtesy.

“Now…” she whispered. “Let’s take care of you.”

With one motion, Stella pried the front placket of his pants away, dislodging the button and undoing the zipper all the same. Much like last time, she was brought face-to-face with the enticing tent in his boxers… albeit veiled by that very same, infuriating layer of under-clothing.

Removing just that section of his pants, however, made a mild fear of Fredrick’s surface when his erect but covered spire was in the chasm of his undone zipper.

Drawing from a horrible experience in his past, he came to the conclusion that this would not do at all.

“Here, lemme get this off,” he suggested, shimmying his ass out of the garment while Stella wordlessly got the message.

She helped him slide out of his denims before heaving them over her shoulder with a haphazard toss.

Now, all that remained was the pair of plaid boxers that housed Stella’s prize… a prize that she would claim and had been craving again since the first time they had been intimate.

True, she got a good taste of how effective Fredrick was at using his tool to scramble her innards… but she never got a good taste in the literal sense.

Stella would rectify that at once.

Not even glancing up at Fredrick’s face to gauge his reaction, Stella hooked her fingers into the brim of his boxers and pulled them tactfully down and over his tent.

Once his engorged member was free of its constraints, Stella discarded the now-useless garment in her hands in a manner much akin to his pants.

Stella’s eyes brightened and she licked her upper lip as she turned her attention to Fredrick’s face… his cheeks were blushed with youthful eagerness and wide eyes. His breathing was much more controlled yet deep; she had him right where she wanted him.

The human managed to smile lustfully down at the thestral nonetheless; Stella was always one to appreciate the little things.

The batpony inched her hand forward and with a gentility most unlike her, grasped Fred’s rigid shaft and gave it a firm squeeze. She then pressed her thumb into the thickest part, drawing her touch over one of the few veins that crisscrossed his manhood.

Much to her delight, Fredrick, shuddered under her touch and sighed out in approval. The head of his cock leaked the smallest bead of precum for the thestral’s efforts.

“Mmm… eager, are we?” Stella jested, snaking up next to Fredrick to place her face closer to his, all without sacrificing her hold on him.

She began idly stroking his length as Fredrick kept his gaze on her, their mouths millimeters apart at this point. With the lewd acts now underway, their breathing turned much more labored and broke upon one another’s faces like the gentlest, soothing gusts on a prairie.

“Heh… mmm… you just know how to get me all worked up. Got me all hyped since the start of the night,” Fred noted softly.

To join in on the hand action, he used Stella’s new position to his advantage to allow him to snake his hand up her tummy, and latch onto one of her breasts.

She was unfazed, and in fact, Stella encouraged his actions by leaning closer to him, giving him just that extra bit of access to her collar where he could actually slide his hand down her shirt.

And slide his hand down her shirt he did.

Stella giggled breathily.

“You never get enough of these, do ya?” she asked.

Fred’s hand snaked its way into her cleavage, enjoying both of her bra-clad breasts firmly sandwiching his fingers as he fondled to his heart’s content. His digits dipped into the cups and brushed over her hardening nipples.

Fredrick huffed out, joining in the gentle chorus of sexually-catalyzed laughter.

“You got me there!”

Stella cracked a satisfied, mischievous smirk, advancing that insignificant amount of space between them to seal their lips once more…

...but only for a short while.

She was quick to extricate herself before Fredrick got too into the kiss; tonight was about him, after all.

“Good,” she remarked, then placed the palm of her free hand on her abdomen, right at the brim of her hiked-up shirt.

“Want me tae take this off, love?”

Fredrick nodded very, very slowly, then enunciated each and every one of his following words in the most formal, clear way possible:

“Yes. I would love for you to remove your top and bra. Definitely yes.”

Stella loosed another bout of laughter at Fredrick’s antics, and spared little haste in meeting his request.

Releasing his shaft for a brief moment, Stella peeled her t-shirt over her head, exposing her toned tummy and, most importantly, her black bra-clad chest.

In tandem whilst keeping her vision squarely trained on Fredrick’s face, she drew both her hands behind her back and undid the harness for her simple garment. She did without the theatrics and teasing as she let it fall limp into her lap.

Fredrick’s heart fluttered even faster to keep up with the blood flow that his dick was suddenly demanding; the economics of arousal were proving a bit harder in practice.

Stella’s supple breasts hung perky yet unsupported on her chest, and Fredrick took executive privilege in pulling her close and taking her left nipple into his mouth...

...of course, despite the awkward angle in which he had to turn his torso to achieve such a desirable outcome, he knew that the tits were worth some minor back pain in the morning.

Simultaneously, Stella cradled his cock in her hand and resumed her now-slightly-more-intense stroking in response to Fred’s foreseeable ministrations.

The room was awash with a sudden, comfortable silence… a silence that was occasionally broken by the wet-sounding suckles of Fredrick’s mouth on Stella’s breast, or Stella’s fingers getting progressively matted by Fredrick’s incremental precum leakage.

As well there were the frequent, soft sighs from both parties whenever they prodded each other’s more sensitive spots.

Stella, much like the last time, would normally be more than keen on letting Fredrick just have some quality time with her tits… but there was more important business to take care of.

So, cupping his cheek with her free hand, Stella applied just enough pull to let him get the message, and the human freed himself from Stella’s now-diamond nipple on his own volition.

Fredrick then met Stella’s sultry gaze, and once she had his attention in full, she dove back in once more for another kiss… more of a wet smooch this time as opposed to a full-on makeout.

Luna knew where the two would end up if their tongues started going at it again; nothing would ever get done.

...not that that would be a bad thing, of course.

Stella pulled away just enough where the wake of their kiss resounded with a tiny ‘smack.’ She then leaned in once more and tenderly pressed her puckered lips to his cheek.

She mosied her way into the crevice of his neck and continued her trickle of kisses downard.

To elicit that deep inhale and shudder that she loved to evoke from the human, Stella just barely let her fangs graze the tender skin of Fred’s mildly-stubbled neck.

With a few swift motions, Fredrick’s shirt was also a crumpled, wrinkled mess of fabric on the floor.

And after lavishing him with one more lick for the road, she placed one more kiss on the underside of his jaw and resumed her venture downard.

Stella would bestow Fredrick with tiny pecks as she slunk down his body, making doubly sure that her bosom was compressed tightly against him; her nipples were necessarily dragged along for the ride.

While she was the one doing the pleasuring, the resistance of Fred’s skin against her breasts swelled her chest with a light, electric feeling that she hoped to replicate at a later date… when her coltfriend would outright demand to return some form of the favor. Perhaps she would bathe him? Lather her chest up with lavender soap and wash his back?

Decisions, decisions.

Finally, with some extra convincing in parting his legs, Stella was knelt right in between them

Fred’s painfully-throbbing shaft was rigid and ready for her claiming.

Ethereal butterflies entered her stomach en masse as the adrenaline surged through her system. Her heart beat furiously and her mouth salivated.

“Fucks sake, Stel’,” Fredrick groaned, fidgeting in his position. “You keep teasing me like this and I’m gonna shoot prematurely like some teenager.”

Stella rolled her eyes, banking her head toward his with a raised eyebrow.

“Did that teenager happen tae be you, mate?” she shot back with a devilish smirk.

She then slid her palm up the length of his shaft before squeezing and extorted another globule of precum.

Fredrick hummed in approval but still mustered enough mental clarity to attempt last words of the conversation:

“Mmm… that’s hilarious Miss ‘I came twice from getting tongued last week in the span of a few minutes,’” he said.

Stella giggled one of her girly laughs, then proceeded to lay her left hand across Fred’s lower abdomen to allow her better range of motion and ‘face time’ with Fredrick’s dick.

She flicked her eyes back up at her stallion, her golden pools veiled by dual layers of her eyelashes and her bangs.

“Shut the fuck up. I’mma make ye blow the biggest fuckin’ load of yer life very soon,” she challenged.

And with that, Stella brought her lips close to his tip, took a long, satisfying whiff of Fredrick’s initial musk...

...and then took her first tentative lick up his length in kind.

Her longer, flatter pony-tongue on his shaft sent Fredrick’s mind into overdrive. Pure, unadulterated pleasure shot through his core, heating him up at an instant.

Stella’s tongue ending at the head of his dick and pressing her tongue-tip onto his hole only made things that more heavenly.

And once that was accomplish, Fredrick was powerless to stifle the soft, but quite noticeable moan out of his throat.

“Fuuuck!”

“Mhmmm!” Stella hummed, letting her mouth just barely eclipse his tip. Her little action sent a few stalwart vibrations through his cock, further adding to Fredrick’s onset of pleasure-ful agony.

She then delivered the tiniest suckle, garnering what she could of his leakage right from the source; it would have been a shame to let it go to waste otherwise, in her mind.

Perhaps Fredrick was not as blessed as she was, to have an essence that tasted so sweet that they could not help but lap it up until there was no more to give. Fredrick tasted much like any of the other stallions that she had bestowed the privilege of fellatio on.

However, in Fredrick’s case, he was addicting in his own way.

His struggled attempts to stop himself from whining and giving into his fantasies entirely also contributed to Stella’s entire experience.

As she lowered her mouth around Fred’s dick, tantalizingly slowly taking inch by inch of him, Stella was distinctly aware of a profound heat between her legs.

Then, she began to truly suck him as Fred’s entire length finally disappeared into her maw.

Fredrick, by all accounts, was a wee bit more than pleased at the current pace of events. As Stella’s deliberate suction became much more intense, he found himself struggling to maintain a clear, coherent mind.

This proved more challenging when Stella had reached the base of his dick, and let her eyes fall closed.

The thestral inhaled deeply, breathing in his musk at the source… a musk that threw her senses in a tailspin of emotion and carnal longing.

She then began her agonizing ascent back up his pole as she wreathed her tongue around him.

Stella lapped the underside on her way up and threatened to let his dick spring free from her mouth with how far up she was retreating…

...but that never happened.

In fact, Stella tactically ended right where she started: Fredrick’s tip.

Her coltfriend was both in significantly better and worse shape than when Stella started; it depended on the metric one elected to measure.

“Jeeeesus Christ Stella…” Fredrick huffed out, dwelling on the fact that Stella just took him in entirety with the greatest of ease.

Stella removed herself from his dick just this once so far. She freed him from her mouth with a wet ‘pop’ and deep breath to culminate her first foray into the first (of many) blowjobs of their relationship.

She gazed up upon him with those lidded, sex-drunk eyes and bitten lip whilst her hand felt downward toward his sack… then reclaimed its mantle on the base of Fred’s dick.

And with an oh-so innocent tone, she tossed out a reminder:

“Mmm, I’m just gettin’ started love. Remember what I said?

“Biggest. Load. Of. Yer. Life.”

And on her final declamation, she swallowed his dick down to her positioned hand, and initiated a rhythmic bobbing.

“Holy shit… fuck…” Fredrick struggled, his brow already becoming matted with sweat and his muscles tensing.

Both of his hands wove into Stella’s locks of her mane and lavished her with the head-scratches that she had come to enjoy so much… well, as best as he could given his current predicament. To help convey the fact that her work was well-received, Fredrick also massaged her ears when able.

And with Stella feeling his fingers on her scalp and ears, this told her everything she needed to know, and she decided to double down on her efforts.

Each time she descended on his dick, she would tighten her seal around him, pressing her tongue flat around his circumference while she sucked… but on her upstrokes, she would lap her muscle against the underside of the cock that she was beginning to memorize.

As she would ascend, her assisting hand would resume its corkscrew-stroking maneuvers on the neglected portions of Fred’s length.

Finally, once she had ascended to the apex of his prick, Stella opted to clean up the mess of precum he made with a couple swirls of her tongue.

The cycle would then promptly begin anew.

To top it all off, Stella was enjoying herself fully, and she let Fredrick know just how much she loved sucking his cock when she delivered a nigh-orgasmic-grade moan right to the head of his dick.

She also emphasized with rather prominent slurps.

If Frederick's shuddering and fidgeting to fight off the inevitable so soon was any indication, he really enjoyed that.

And in figuring out exactly what made Fredrick tick in this position, Stella set off to work once more.

She resumed her bobbing on his cock, her rhythmic strokes in tandem, her precision licks and laps of his length, and her suckles of his tip.

It was a whole process that she developed for Fredrick after at last getting to explore the part of him that made her cum nice and hard a week ago.

Fredrick, as he was known, was not much of a moaner, but Stella was damn-sure trying to make him one.

Though she waded into unknown territory with him, she quickly figured out, much to his pleasant surprise and moderate chagrin, everything that even he didn’t know made him twitch in the best ways.

Even more evil of her, she was keeping her pace nice and steady. Once her firmness and determination had picked up, she plateaued it by gauging his reaction as to how close he was to giving her her ultimate prize.

She wasn’t going to end it that fast. Stella was still having her fun.

But as Fredrick was focusing on just how good Stella was making him feel, reflex had taken over in his lower body, and his hips began rocking upward during Stella’s downstrokes.

Stella felt it immediately once his head had, and after one more round, she pried herself off of his cock with another deep inhale. A thick strand of saliva mixed with Fred’s pre-essence served to keep her mouth connected to his member.

“Heh… guess yer enjoyin’ that huh? And now ye wanna fuck me face? Spoilt much?” she questioned with face disbelief.

Fredrick, abashed, responded with a mere:

“Sorry about that; kinda got lost in your expert treatment,’ he chuckled.

Stella placed her free hand on Fred’s right thigh and her sticky, left hand on Fredrick’s left, positioning herself above Fredrick’s spire once more.

“Well, if ye wanted to, why didn’t ya say so, hmm?”

With a cute ‘nom,’ Stella inhaled Fredrick’s phallus back down to the base, then pulled back up to its center and flashed her eyes up at her man.

And then, she winked.

Having received the signal Fredrick returned Stella’s sultry look and resumed his hip bucking, pushing his cock straight to the back of her throat on each upstroke.

And this was a new experience entirely; Fredrick had never done this with any other girl, but with the way Stella was just the right amount of vice-like around his dick, he might as well have been fucking her properly.

Of course, perhaps that was a mild exaggeration to the coherent part of his mind, but to the rest of it, bathing in a sea of electric ecstasy, it might as well have been the same.

Fred picked up his tempo out of reflex and heightened pleasure, but Stella—eyes closed—checked his pace with a firm squeeze of both of his inner thighs, letting him know to slow down just a tad.

She took pride in her sexual ability, but she was no miracle worker nor porn star by any means!

Each time Fredrick’s pole disappeared into her hungry muzzle, Stella slurped and emitted a low gag, though she was not in any danger of activating her reflex; she could put it under some control. Further, one thing that she was thankful for was the anatomical difference in Fred’s penis as opposed to other stallions’.

It was more conducive to giving head; and Stella was more than happy with this, and would employ it in the future.

Fredrick loved how Stella’s saliva leaked out of her mouth and continued to coat his dick to the point where it was nice and slick, easily sliding in and out of her mouth… all thanks to her tongue working its expert magic on his underside.

His breathing was much heavier and his attention to the mare fellating him had to be fleeting lest things end messily a little too soon.

He wasn’t at that point just yet, but once the slippery pleasure slope started downward there was very little chance of turning back.

Fredrick had to be strong.

For Stella.

For America!

“Stella you’re...mmm fuck… you’re way too good at this,” he strained out.

Stella, for her part, giggled around his cock… which did not make his situation any less dire.

With a final, gargantuan slurp to accompany unsheathing his dick from her mouth, Stella separated herself, her breathing a little worse for wear. Her brow was now equally as slick as Fredrick’s, and the human could see that her mane was messier around the bangs.

Her eyes though…

The few-second lull in their lewd act seemed to magnify when their eyes met each other once more.

Fredrick was the most struck when he stared into his marefriend’s profound pools; her windows to her deepest feelings.

Those slitted pupils were dilated, and in conjunction with her bright-golden irises that seemed to amplify their luminescence in the dim lighting, Fred felt genuinely insecure.

She stared back at him in inebriation, with lasciviousness…

...and with amore.

“Alright,” she finally voiced, nuzzling up between his legs again.

Out of reflex, she palmed up and massaged her own breasts, pinching her nipples as she kissed Fred’s ultra-slick tip.

“This’s what’s gonna happen, love…” she began.

“Hmm?” Fred beckoned her onward, propping himself up a little higher with his elbows.

Her next words began equally as sultry as they were an implicit, imperious command… smooth, sexy, and frighteningly, they rolled off her tongue:

“Yer gonna cum… and yer gonna cum right on me fuckin’ tongue; yer gonna fill me mouth up whenever yer ready. I’m only gonna use me mouth, and you get tae watch me fondle these tits ya love so much.

“And you do not look away. Got it?” she finished.

Just the way she spoke said command made Fredrick harder than he had ever been this evening. He nodded slowly. His throbbing was on the verge of painful when combined with his ache for release.

“Y-Yeah, Stel’.”

The mare in question grinned, snagging her lower lip with one of her fangs.

“Good…”

And without further ado, her hands resumed massaging her breasts while she re-engulfed the top half of Fredrick’s dick.

His reaction was immediate, but despite all odds, he kept his eyes fully trained on her while she voraciously resumed her bobbing on his rod.

Stella gave no quarter much like she would an enemy on the battlefield. Her slick tongue lathered Fredrick’s cock and ensured no spot was left uncovered by a saliva-precum solution.

Her ministrations picked up pace, her sucking was much more defined and her mouth was snug around his shaft.

Nothing would escape her gob.

Not on Stella’s watch.

Further, despite all odds, Fredrick kept to Stella’s command and never tore his wanting gaze away from Stella’s wanton one.

The way she looked, how dirty she presented herself was the proverbial icing on the cake of their little session.

Each time she bobbed downward, her eyes stared wide up at Fredrick’s, wide with a false sense of innocence that only drove him rabid with sexual longing for her. Their location damned, Fredrick had half a mind to remove her, pin her against a wall, and fuck her until she was a stammering, tongue-lolling mess.

But, that was not destined to happen… at least yet.

This rang truer when Fredrick’s loins warned him of the inevitable; he had passed that critical point of no return and the pleasure that Stella had been lavishing him with for the past ten minutes had catalyzed the endgame.

“Stella…” Fredrick warned breathily. “I’m close, okay?”

Never relenting in her secure, literal suction grip, Stella ceased her faster ministrations, fluttered her eyelashes up at him, and squeezed her perfect bosom between her biceps for extra aerial viewing pleasure.

But most importantly, as Fredrick ascended the cliffs of impending orgasm, Stella slowed down her motions and was painstakingly meticulous in her bobs. Her eyes continued to bore into Fredrick’s soul as she continued to suck, but each lurch forward and back of her muzzle was calculated for maximum stimulation for her lover.

Fredrick gripped the sheets beneath him but it was of little use; he had held off long enough and with Stella’s earlier permission, he opted to lose himself in what he would confirm would likely be one of his hardest orgasms ever. That peak called to him, extended its benevolent hand to him and beckoned him up that last step to euphoria.

“Mmmm?!” Stella implicitly inquired, cocking her head much too cutely for Fred to take at the moment.

Her tail lashed from side to side in great eagerness; this was exactly everything she could hope for right now!

Fredrick confirmed with the proper haste of someone who was about to burst like a fire hydrant.

“Fuck… yeah! Right fucking now, Stella…” he delivered his final warning.

Such a warning was happily heeded, as Stella slowed her previous workings even more.

With a final act that she gauged just in time, she opened her mouth to present Fredrick his dick being pampered on the flat of her tongue… cradled and acting as the perfect target he could not hope miss.

As Stella had forecast, that final sight was the act that careened him over the edge and soared him to orgasmic heights as he jettisoned his first salvos of his hot, creamy essence into her mouth.

The first large globules annihilated her tongue in a thick coat of white while the sheer volume of his deposit continued to make a mess of the walls of her greedy mouth.

Stella moaned in tandem with Fredrick as she nearly came from the feeling and the gratification of making him feel this amazing. His taste was exactly what she had expected from a normal male, though perhaps she was not expecting the volume and viscosity of his load.

Nevertheless, she gave Fredrick perfect view of his rod laying waste to the very instrument that brought him such rapture; a figurative claim to a part of her body that was his and his only.

Oh how Stella trembled at that amazing thought… of belonging. The vague idea of being sexual property.

When Fredrick’s high petered out, Stella simply closed her maw around him once more.

Finally, with her eyes still squarely trained on Fredrick’s spent, heaving gaze, she forced everything down her gullet with a satisfied hum.

Fredrick, now ultra sensitive to any movement between his legs, burned the image of the last thirty seconds into his brain before he allowed himself to plop down fully onto the bed.

Stella was careful to clean him off gently of any remains; her edict of not wasting anything good was still in full effect, after all.

A simple swirl of her tongue was all that was needed, and then she separated from his dick for the last time of the evening…

...and delivered one final kiss to the head.

“Mwah!” she exaggerated the sound.

She then turned her smug, playfully arrogant smirk up to Fredrick who was no longer there to return her attention.

“Now… how was that?” she asked, though already knew the answer well.

A red-in-the-face, sweaty Fredrick was still in the process of recuperating, and his mind continued to swim in post-coital bliss.

Stella was more than sympathetic, though nothing prevented her from laughing in total victory—restrained due to the time of night, though.

She crawled up beside Fredrick and lay with her arm supporting her head. In a favorite gesture of hers, she began tracing figure-eights on his chest while looming over her former prey.

Fredrick turned his head to look up at his marefriend, and while the lust had receded, that look of unconditional caring remained.

And his bloodflow returned from his exhausted penis back up to his heart, which never failed to be sent racing under that very, aforementioned gaze.

“Wow… I, ummm... not gonna lie, I don’t have any words for that,” he admitted, brushing some of his hair back up to prevent it from matting on his slick brow.

Stella nuzzled her nose into Fredrick’s.

“I know,” she said. “And I’m glad you enjoyed it… really,” she put forth with a softer tone.

With another soft smile, Fred opened his arms to her.

“Let’s go to bed,” he suggested.

But much to his disappointment, Stella swerved around his request for snuggles, instead opting to get to her hooves.

“Nah mate; I gotta go brush me teeth and go fer a slash,” she said.

Stretching herself out in various ways, Fredrick responded with an exaggerated pout.

“Awwww… Stella don’t wanna cuddle?”

Stella turned back to him with a considering expression.

“We could,” she said. “But the thing is, is that I fuckin’ hate mornin’ breath; you do too.

“Also, I just sucked yer dick so hard, yer soul liquified in me fuckin’ gob. Last thing I want is mornin’ cum breath.”

She altered her posture in such a way that conveyed a challenge, throwing her arms open for extra, jesting effect.

“Ye wanna kiss me in the mornin’ with fermented meat juice lacin’ me breath??” she questioned.

And in the end, the man in question had to concede this quite cogent point.

“Fair enough…” he acquiesced. “Then run along and go brush your teeth like a good girl.”

Stella swivelled around on her hooves, but threw her head back in light chuckle at that mention.

“‘Good girl?’ Get fucked, love,” she retorted. “If ye still think I’m a ‘good girl,’ ye may wanna make sure ya don’t leave yer phone and its good camera fer too long with me…” she alluded in a sing-song tone as she made her way out her door.

She closed it behind her without another word.

Fredrick blinked at her little assertion, and like any suspicious person, immediately darted for his phone that he had left on Stella’s nightstand.

Picking up his device and unlocking it with the fingerprint, he navigated the UI to the Photos app and brought up the first picture in the list that he did not recognize…

...that being, a simple picture of Stella in her barracks, right after one of their outings from the last week.

Taken with the front-facing camera, she donned one of her sexiest, smuggest expressions while lifting out the collar of her v-neck just enough for lewdness. She even managed to apply a light filter of sorts.

He blinked once.

Then again.

And he donned a one-sided smirk with an accompanying shake of his head.

“You slay me. You know that?”

Her selfie game was getting much-too good for someone who didn’t understand a lick of the technology involved; Fredrick had created a monster.

And he loved every second of it.

With no one on this world to judge him, he made a few quick manipulations and set that very picture as his phone’s lockscreen.

Stella closed her room’s door behind her and stretched her arms over her head once again, breathing out a more-than satisfied sigh at the last fifteen minutes’ events.

But as she moved through the darkness towards the bathroom that was just down the hall, her hoof accidentally nudged what she knew was undoubtedly another hoof right outside her door.

She glanced down to see whom she bumped into, and with unfazed familiarity, she whispered:

“Didn’t think you’d still be here. I even gave ya time tae evacuate, you twat.”

“Shut up…” Sveta replied, slumped against the wall, doing her best to control her heavy breathing, with a used hand being withdrawn from her waistline between her legs.

“Just shut the fuck up.”

Stella responded with a barely audible ‘pfft.’

“Fine, cunt; see if I ever help you again,” she said, stepping over her legs as she moved to stroll onward, revelling in her erotic high.

“You c’n go back tae wankin’ over yer fukkin’ vintage-ass fuckin’, classy-stallion fuckin’ bullshit erotica novels an’ fanfictions fer all I care.”

And as the thestral guardsmare sashayed with a purpose down the hall, Sveta was able to manage a properly whispered:

“I know. Cheers! Thank you!”

Stella raised her hand in acknowledgement without turning back.

“Aye. Go tae bed, will ye. Don’t wanna deal with yer bitchin’ in the mornin’.”

The amazing picture, in case you didn't catch the above link, was done by G-Hyze, and the direct source to his DA is right here. He does INCREDIBLE work!

Had to bring everything back into focus where it counted: the odd couple and their dynamic. Cute, ain't they?

As well as a twist of spicie-ness.

Eees a so spicie.