Lily Glamerspear

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It had been quite a night for Specialist Lily Glamerspear. Captain Mailedhoof watched her intently as she walked past him, holding the door open to his quarters.

"Mmm, and they say mares don't look good in uniform."

Pausing for just a moment, Lily turned and brushed her styled mane out of her face. "They say that, do they, Captain? Who's 'they'?"

The Captain grinned underneath his moustache. "Bucks without any brains, I should think."

Still smiling, he shut the door. "Now, what will you have to drink? Same as earlier?"

Lily shook her head, her silky bangs brushing against her brow. "No, it's too late for another cocktail. I'd like something simpler."

Mailedhoof stepped in close to the unicorn; close enough that their smells started to mingle together. The single-malt Baltimare whiskey on his breath, and the Griffonese vodka on hers. His natural musk, and her Pommel No. 5. The hot sweat radiating out from under his undone collar and loosened tie, and the half-drunk perspiration collecting at her flanks.

The Captain leaned in, his breath warm against the nape of her neck. "I've got a bottle of Bordelaisian red that I've been saving for a warm spring evening..."

More alcohol was probably not the best idea right now, but at least it was just wine. And if he was being honest about it being special, then it was probably one worth bragging about. Mailedhoof came from old, big money, and had a reputation for throwing it around.

"Alright." Withdrawing slightly, Lily turned to be able to face him. "I'll freshen up while you let it breathe."

Mailedhoof's nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. "Mmm, certainly. But don't be too long... " He took another step forward to make up for Lily’s withdrawal. "... Robust older vintages spoil if they're left out."

Mailedhoof was coming on hard and heavy, but she could hardly complain, given how she’d led him on. Lily made sure to give him a playful flutter of her bob hairdo as she smiled and brushed away from him towards the washroom. Stepping into the lavatory, she shut the door and stuck her forehooves on the sink, examining herself in the mirror.

Not bad, for an evening spent trying to elegantly carouse in the Officers' Mess.

Lily’s makeup was still holding together, for the most part. Her mane and tail could use a quick brush, but it was nothing to worry about. She’d probably be making a mess of both in short order anyways. But it was the state of her clothes that interested her the most.

Lily was wearing her Service Dress Uniform, something that rarely got pulled out of her considerable closet, and never before for a 'date-night' like this -- not when she had so many other options. Even for the parties in one of the mess halls, the Guard’s dress code allowed civilian attire of sufficiently formal appearance, and the unicorn had plenty of outfits that fit the bill.

Tonight, though, she’d worn everything but the dress pants and matching spats. Made of black-dyed wool, her dress jacket had a red collar trimmed in gold. She was wearing the black, bear fur hat as well, still in excellent condition and playfully tilted slightly to the side, with its red 'bag' of ornamental fabric hanging down one side and its short double hackle of gold-dyed hair at the top to match the trim.

Most striking, however, was the arrangement of yellow worsted yarn on her chest. Twelve stripes, stretching from shoulder to shoulder at the top and narrowing to half that at the waist, surrounded the twelve great brass 'acorn' buttons stamped with the Royal Artillery crest of crossed cannons capped by the Celestial Tiara. Her shoulders and cuffs were similarly trimmed with elaborate and artistic braiding. As Guard uniforms went, those of the Royal Artillery were pretty stand-out, even for a specialist such as herself.

Officers got stripes and braids made of gold gimp cord instead of yellow worsted yarn, for an even more striking effect. It was enough in Lily’s case to have the yellow-and-black as a bold contrast to her Prench-pink coat and teal-and-cyan mane. It didn’t hurt that the cut of the jacket broadened her shoulders while slimming her flanks; always a useful feature.

But tonight, the big show was the medal on her neck. Suspended on a white-and-blue striped ribbon, the silver, ancient-style helmet with the two ram's horns hung prominently against the dark fabric covering her breast. It had garnered enough attention during the evening to more than distract from the shackles on her horn, which remained, in Lily’s opinion, still unsightly even after she’d dressed them up in black ribbon.

Everypony in the 'O Club' had been interested in the pretty young Centurion of the Order of the Ram from the Royal Horse Artillery. And, once he’d heard her tell the story once or twice, the silver-maned Captain Mailedhoof was more than happy to recite the tale on her behalf, the better to show off his 'guest'. It was fairly obvious from the other officers' reactions that he'd been through this song-and-dance before, but there was some genuine admiration and appreciation for her accomplishments during the Invasion.

Later, in smaller company, talk did eventually turn to her spellbinders -- she’d left the E-collar at home, given it being 'optional' after all. With the right crowd of noblepony officers sitting around the table, she’d earned just as much acclaim for what transpired during the war as for what she’d done to Kilfeather, who was variously addressed as 'that villainous rapscallion', 'that churlish upstart', and 'that tactless knave'.

More than a few of them had heard first-hoof accounts of what was now being called the Massacre of Oldstirrup Bridge; they were all pleased to hear that the Lieutenant had paid handsomely for it beforehoof at the Battle of Newstirrup Bridge.

Running a little water in the sink, Lily leaned forward and pawed at where some of her makeup was starting to run in an unsightly manner. In a few moments, it was tidy again, though her natural features were coming through. Nothing to worry about in the dim lighting now. She pulled back again and looked herself over.

All in all, she’d put on a good show tonight.

The Captain had shown himself to be nothing but pleased at the attention she’d brought him. That was part of the implied saltine 'contract,’ after all. True salt-licks like Mailedhoof weren't just after sex; they wanted a mare (or a colt) who looked good by their side, as well. A partner who flattered them, and brought them the social attention they wanted. What was the relationship other than a sophisticated display of power? 'Look at how rich and wealthy and successful I am, that I can afford to surround myself with such beautiful ponies.'

And her own angle?

Well, she had a few. With the Gala coming up and a ticket metaphorically in her pocket, Lily had her eyes on a new dress…

Being presented at the Officers' Club was a step towards her next salt-lick, too. But, as she had told Sparkshower, it wasn't just about long-term plans or material gains.

Lily liked the attention.

Lily liked the glamour.

And, as thrilling as it had been to utterly obliterate the wings of her sick and twisted pegasus ex-coltfriend...

She took a deep breath and sized herself up in the mirror.

... She hadn't had a good buck in weeks, now.

And Captain Mailedhoof did have a reputation.

Smacking and puckering her lips to evenly redistribute her lipstick, she turned off the sink and readied herself for the inevitable finale to the evening's activities. No doubt there would still be some small talk in the sitting room first.

Lily opened the door and departed the washroom.

The Captain's quarters in the military barracks were spacious for a single unit. And it appeared that he'd furnished them himself, with an elegant sofa, fine dining table, and an impressively large buffet server which he kept fully stocked with alcohol.

Of course, he had a private residence in Canterlot as well; a nice townhouse with enough space for his whole family. This was just his simple Guard-supplied quarters, for when he was working 'late night' shifts.

And from the looks of things, he'd turned it into his personal love-nest.

Over on the sofa, Lily’s silver-maned colt of the hour turned and looked appreciatively in her direction. "Your glass awaits, my dear. A 'Clos du Marquis' 996, an exceptional year." Holding his own glass up high in one hoof, he swirled it around.

Lily trotted delicately forward. Mailedhoof was the kind of colt who liked his mares demure on the surface. The kind who liked to feel a bit of the thrill of the hunt, even in an affair that was bought and paid for.

"It sounds lovely, Captain."

"And you deserve it, after the delightful company you gave and stories you shared with everypony tonight. Did you enjoy yourself?"

Lily took the glass in one hoof and sat down at the other end of the sofa, which was just wide enough to not quite be called a love-seat. Perfectly sized to allow two ponies to sit far enough apart to begin the night with the appearance of civility, while keeping them close enough to facilitate debauchery.

"Yes, very much so. I hope I'll have the opportunity to visit again, sometime."

Mailedhoof twisted slightly in his seat and leaned over in her direction, a coy grin on his muzzle. "Mmm. That can be arranged."

He raised his glass in a toast, and Lily matched him, taking a drink. The Prench claret was rich and smooth, with a creamy texture and a fruity smell. As she put down the class, her nostrils picked up the aromas of ripe blackberries and raspberries.

The Captain scooched over slightly towards her, extending one foreleg along the back of the sofa. "I must admit, my dear, that as well as you wear it, I didn't expect to see you in uniform tonight."

Licking his lips, he leaned in a bit. Lily remained as she was, projecting neither discomfort nor eagerness. He needed to feel like this was all him.

"Surely, a pretty young mare like yourself must have an elegant dress or two in her wardrobe?"

She looked down for a moment, feigning embarrassment. "Oh, I do, but nothing that I thought would be good enough for the Officers' Mess."

Mailedhoof shook his head and tutted. "Tut-tut! Such a shame! We'll have to address that."

Scooting over even more, now his forehoof was behind her neck.

"Why, I had a look at Valise's spring collection earlier this week..."

Valise -- Louis Valise -- was one of the great Prench luxury fashion houses, with a prominent store in Canterlot. Mailedhoof was doubtless there with his wife and children, making sure they would all be properly outfitted for the social season as well.

She had to respect, on some imprecise level, a philanderer who still took care of his family.

The Captain leaned in even closer, brushing one hoof against the whiskers of his short moustache. "... I think there’s some pieces in there which would suit you beautifully."

The moustache-brushing hoof casually wound up coming to a rest on her thigh, as if almost by accident. Part of her -- the base, animalistic part -- lustily wanted to get on with that as quickly as possible. The other part lusted for haute couture -- and being able to show it off at the Gala.

"I'm sure they're very lovely, Captain, but I don't think I could possibly afford such a dress on a Specialist's salary."

With one hoof on her thigh and the other around her back, Mailedhoof leaned in even closer. "Then you should count yourself very lucky to be acquainted with a gentlecolt of means, my dear."

Now was the time for Lily to feign shock and surprise. She placed one hoof on her chest, curling in her shoulders slightly. "Oh, I couldn't, Captain! You're too generous!"

Oh, but she definitely could. Mmm, the looks she’d get at the gala in an in-season Louis Valise dress...

"Not at all, not at all. I'm simply happy to provide for one of Equestria's brave young guardsmares."

Lily lowered her hoof and relaxed her posture, and Mailedhoof took advantage to scoot in once more, his jacket brushing against hers. Now, for all the space the two were collectively using, the sofa might as well be a love-seat -- and a small one, at that.

Lily exhaled and took a deep breath, as if she were flustered by the offer and constrained by some invisible corset. "All right, if you insist."

"Oh, I do..." The hoof around her back curled inwards and bracketed her shoulder, pulling her gently towards the Captain. "You must make your way to the Strand as soon as possible and pick yourself out something elegant. I'll take care of the rest."

That was the deal done, then. The part of her that cared about what would happen in the distant future of tomorrow and beyond was satisfied, and all that was left was the part that cares about what was going to happen tonight.

And that part was famished.

"How can I possibly repay such noble charity, Captain?"

Mailedhoof was close enough now that the longer whiskers of his moustache fluttered with each word she whispered.

"I'm sure..."

His eyes locked with hers.

"... we can think..."

Lily’s mouth hung slightly open, expectantly, and he leaned forward even further.

"... of something."

Gently, he pressed his lips against hers.

After an all-too-brief taste, he pulled back and, seeing the glimmer in her eyes, he pressed forward again -- more boldly, this time. Embracing her, he didn’t have to force Lily’s lips open; they willingly parted when his tongue gently prodded against them. As he sensually explored her mouth, she felt his chest press against hers, and she casually struggled to put her wine glass down on the side-table, before she wound up dropping it.

The kiss went on so long that she was wonderfully short of breath when he finally broke it. Almost gasping, she licked her lips as he leaned over to attend to her neck. Undoing her collar and jacket in the process, he began to kiss his way down her body all while she fumbled eagerly to undo the chin-strap of her hat.

This part was so much easier when she could use her horn, but she’d manage

By the time he had the twelfth and final button undone, Lily’s chest was heaving in anticipation and she finally managed to release her head-cover. The fur-covered accessory tumbled onto the floor behind the sofa, and the Captain - her Captain - reared back to attend to his own jacket.

Panting, Lily leaned forward and scrambled to undo his lower buttons as he started from the top. She got halfway up his vest when she saw it.

Pulling back, she gasped in shock.

The rumors didn't do it justice.

Mailedhoof was enormous.

And it was apparent he had an appetite to match.

Glancing up, Lily saw an eager grin on the captain's face as he undid the last clasp, letting his red officer's jacket hang wide open. She stretched out a hoof and gently pawed at the object of her attention.

Mailedhoof licked his lips, and leaned over her to rest his forehooves on the back of the sofa. One of those hooves gently nudged her head forwards. She happily obliged, placing both of her forehooves on the Captain's flanks and turning her head sideways to keep her horn clear from his belly.

She began gently, softly nuzzling his stiff rod, and she heard a grunt from above her.

"Hrnghh..."

‘And he's a vocal colt, too!’

No wonder the fillies in the Canterlot barracks powder-room referred to Captain Montgomery Mailedhoof as 'The Battalion Stallion'.

There was just one myth left to confirm, but it could wait.

More moans came from above her as she playfully nibbled his tip with her lips. As she roamed further down, she could see his flanks jerk and quiver. And when she licked her way back up to the top, his chest puffed in and out against her head.

Grasping his flanks tightly, Lily gave his head another kiss, eliciting another quick grunt, before licking her lips and spreading them open, slipping him smoothly inside her mouth.

"...Ahhhhhhhhhh..."

She was rewarded with a long, coltish moan of pleasure. After letting that tantalizing sound run its course, she attended to his member in earnest.

First, gentle licking to get things started.

Mailedhoof's chest heaved up and down with deep, satisfied breaths.

She started to move her head in time with his own respiration. Shallow at first, then deeper and deeper until her mouth was almost filled with each swing. That's when she started to add wobbling her head to the ensemble.

His hips started to gently buck rhythmically with her own motions. "...Uhhnnnn..."

Another moan, and Lily set her tongue to work as well, swirling it around his tip.

Mailedhoof gasped and threw his head back. "...Oh-Ohh... Ohhhh..."

Lily pictured him wide-eyed, staring up at the ceiling as he received indescribable pleasure from beneath. That image filled her with a desire to finish this as quickly as possible, so that the Captain could attend to her own needs, and she sped up her pace.

But then again, she also wanted him coming back for more...

Just as he started to buck her mouth at a trot, Lily paused her motions, suckling delicately on him in place.

"... Mmmfff..." Her noisy stud bit his lip and trembled, bucking in brief spasms, aching for release.

Now was the perfect time to pull out, and there was a frustrated groan when she did so. But it quickly turned back to one of satisfaction when she moved a hoof over and stroked his rod with the soft frog of her hoof.

Giving her mouth a break, she leaned back and worked the Captain back up again for a while. When she could see his flanks tensing up from every pump, she moved forward again. Drifting her hoof motions further down his member, she once again nibbled at his tip.

"... oooOOOhhhhh..." The deep moan reverberating from his firm chest was music to her flickering ears.

She barely got his head back into her mouth when he started to buck against her lips again. A grunt accompanied every thrust, and she could tell it wouldn’t be long now. Weaving her head to and fro, Lily stroked upwards with her tongue, as if willing his impending release.

His breath grew shallow, and the noises got louder.

Then, sealing her lips tightly, she applied the final tool in her arsenal.

Suction.

"... Oh-oHHHHHHHH!"

That did the trick, and she felt his legs quiver as he emptied his load into her mouth.

"... AHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh..."

Drawing it out to the last drop, Lily didn’t cease her tender ministrations until the pulsing had well and truly stopped. She was rewarded with a final, weak whinny when she finally released his member.

Sitting upright, she looked up with a closed mouth at her new salt-lick. Mailedhoof, out of breath and with his neck covered in sweat-foam, looked down at her.

Lily tilted her head back to let him watch her swallow.

Yes, she could play the demure mare all he wanted -- chaste and innocent, a perfectly suitable companion for polite company.

She licked her lips and opened her mouth to reveal that it was empty.

... But she was also the lusty mare he needed to satisfy his own indecent impulses.

He grimaced down at her, his face a mixture of exhaustion, satisfaction, drunkeness, and lust.

In that moment, it was the face of somepony who understood exactly what she was, and what she wanted. Good relationships are built on solid understandings, aren't they? Even if they're craven, wanton ones such as these.

With a satisfied nod, he sniffed and wiped the involuntarily-discharged nose-and-mouth muck off his snout, then pushed Lily over sideways onto her belly, lifting her hooves up onto the sofa behind her.

‘Oh, so it really is a 'love-seat', eh?’

Grunting like an athlete trying to get his worn muscles ready for the second heat, Mailedhoof clambered up on top of her. Just as soon as she managed to tear off her jacket, she felt his belly press against her back. And then his muzzle at her right ear.

"You need this, don't you?"

‘Mmmm, not just a moaner, but a talker, too?’

Lily nodded as she started to wink in anticipation.

"I really do."

With the Captain's hot breath against her neck, she felt something stiff and wet make its way smoothly between her legs. As he pressed in, she instinctively closed her mouth and moaned in her throat.

"Mmmm..."

Then he nibbled at her neck, and her mouth fell open.

"... Ahhh..."

He advanced further inside of her, deeper and deeper, and she almost held her breath until he found the end of his length. And with his girth, she felt parts of her squeeze like they'd never squeezed before. She started to buck her hips against the sofa, as if begging him to rut her.

There was another bite at her nape, less gentle this time.

"Tell me how much you need it..."

What a tease, when she was already so wound up!

"Oohh... Ohhh... I need it... I need it bad."

Brushing his snout against her mane, he whispered in her ear.

"That's no way to address an officer, soldier."

As if to emphasize his point, he quickly pulled out and bucked right back in.

‘Oh, sweet Celestia, I might just pass out if I have to wait any longer.’

"I need it, sir... I need it, Captain... I need it, Captain."

She bit her lip, squeezing her thighs together in anticipation.

"Mmm... That's what I thought."

She let out a wonderfully satisfied moan as she felt the first real buck against her hips.

"Aahhhhhhh..."

And as the rhythmical pumping continued, Lily lowered her head down to the sofa, squeaking with each delightfully pleasurable thrust. She shut her eyes, and fireworks started to go off in her head. They captivated and enthralled her, and she moaned with each delightful burst.

Her breath grew short, and things became hazy...

Lily remembered an immense, thrilling explosion right at the end, and feeling exhausted afterwards. A warm, fuzzy, heavy blanket seemed to collapse on top of her with a grunt, and she heard faint snoring in her ear.

The rest of the night was a complete blur.

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Suggested interlude music: Matt Monro - 'On days Like These', from 'The Italian Job' [1969]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQIRbV_noi8

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