Normally, Gusty Knolls was just fine with following the rules.

The Enclave had plenty of them, and the brass loved to keep a tight ship just to show they could. Still, the rules were never all that difficult to follow. Nine times out of ten, it didn’t mean anything more than knowing where to be, and where not to go.

Right now, where not to go meant anywhere that wasn’t the barracks.

The whole base was on lockdown. Gusty wasn’t sure why, that sort of thing was above his pay grade. He wasn’t sure he particularly cared, either. It’d be a routine sweep and a lot of waiting until the all-clear came and they were back in business again.

That, and cavity searches. Long, drawn out, messy cavity searches. The kind that left a pony aching and dripping when it was done. He wasn’t looking forward to those.

Gusty was getting antsy. He needed out, and he needed it now.

It was a familiar voice in his head that drew him out of his thoughts.

Gusty?

His ears perked at once. He briefly spun his head around in search of the source before he realized what was happening. A smile spread on his muzzle in spite of himself. Hey, he responded, answering the voice with his thoughts. I was wondering when you’d be around again.

I’ve been away awhile, haven’t I? It was a strange accent with which the voice spoke. A prewar accent, the kind that just didn’t exist anymore. She had called it a Shetland accent when he had asked, but he didn’t care much one way or the other. It was her voice, and he took all kinds of comfort in it.

I’d like to see you, she said.

Gusty’s tail swept across the bunk. Can’t, he thought with a frown. Base is on lockdown, I can’t go anywhere.

I can help with that.

There was a moment’s silence, then she spoke again. You can make it to the roof, can’t you? She giggled at his confusion. Come on, I want to see you properly again.

Gusty frowned. I’ll get caught, he protested.

No you won’t, the voice assured. Take a peek in the supply closet on your way out.

With that, the presence fled his mind and left him alone sitting atop the bunk.

Gusty tilted his head, brow furrowed as he dared to step onto the floor. He stretched his wings out and walked towards the end of the hall, where the supply closet door stood ajar.

There were noises coming from behind the door. Wet, sloppy noises. The sort of noises Gusty sometimes heard from behind the curtains in showers, or from darkened corners of the barracks.

Careful to make as little noise as possible, Gusty peered over the edge of the frame to see what awaited him.

At first he only saw the shadows, a pair of them, shifting and writhing against the light from the windows. Then he saw the two officers in charge of cavity searches came into view, the ones that loved to torment him so much. They were locked muzzle to muzzle, practically trying to swallow one another for their ravenous kissing. 

Their hips squirmed and pushed against one another, casting the dancing shadows that Gusty had seen from the door. And between them, their hefty erections pressed tightly, leaking clear pre all over one another until it trickled to the ground in a veritable puddle. Gusty could smell it all the way from where he was standing, and his wings quivered in spite of himself.

The smile on his muzzle grew into a wide grin. She was always so good with the mind games. Those two wouldn’t be bothering anyone for a while.

With an emboldened trot, he made his way back to his quarters. There was just one thing he needed, before he made for the roof where she would surely be waiting for him.

- - -

The way to the top wasn’t nearly as perilous a journey as it looked. Gusty had faith in his own hooves, and as he slunk along the ridgeline away from any straying eyes, he made his way closer and closer to the top. Soon enough he was there, with a little flourish of his wings, and there he saw her.

A majestic alicorn mare of emerald green, her mane flowing like raw balefire, catching the evening light like stars on a cloudy night.  Her wings spread out briefly in a display of strength and beauty, before folding upon her back. The irises of her eyes gave off the softest of green glows, and he could see the curve of a smile upon her lips.

Fire Crawler. His mare, and his special somepony.

Gusty dashed over towards her at once. The mare reared up and prepared for his arrival, sitting upon her haunches and stretching out her forelegs to accept his eager embrace. He all but buried himself in her bulk, nuzzling relentlessly into the downy fluff upon her chest as he drank in the scent and warmth of her.

Fire Crawler was far, far bigger than he was. Gusty could lay himself flat on his belly, his hips to hers, and his head would only come up just beneath her chest. That sat just fine with him, that meant more of her to snuggle.

And how! She was delightfully soft, and as her forelegs closed around him, Gusty clung tighter to her. They said nothing for a good long while, simply enjoying the closeness of the moment and the shared, sweet little respite that they gave one another.

At long last she released him. She looked down to Gusty with a fond, loving smile, leaning down to bump her nose against his. He leaned into the gesture happily, returning her smile and nuzzling into her chin.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered to him.

Gusty leaned upwards to plant a smooch upon her neck, taking delight in the soft purr she gave off at the touch of his lips. “They can’t keep us apart,” he whispered back. “Not for long, anyways.”

“You took longer getting here than I thought you would.”

Gusty buried his head back in her fluffy chest. “I had something to do first.”

She giggled, hips wriggling against him. “Is that why you’re dressed like that?”

Her hooves maneuvered down to gently tug on what Gusty wore around his waist, the item he’d gone back to the barracks to retrieve. He felt his cheeks burn a little bit.

“Do you like it?” Gusty asked, his voice meek. He looked downwards self-consciously at what hung there, a pleated garment of red and black that came down just above his knees, his wings giving a little flap.

“It’s lovely,” she cooed, her voice taking on a teasing edge. “Though I don’t know why you’d come to me in a kilt.” Her eyes flashed with loving mischief. “Or is it a skirt?”

Gusty’s tail flicked upwards as he gave a chuckle, hips wiggling unconsciously at the mention of the his new attire. “Well, you know. You’ve talked about how things were when you were still a unicorn. I did some reading, and, well…” He gave his tail a brief little flag to show off. “Apparently this is what they wore back then.”

Fire Crawler let out a soft laugh and gave Gusty a fond squeeze. “That’s so cute!” she exclaimed, voice nearly a squeal. “You didn’t have to do that for me.”

Gusty snorted. “Maybe not, but I did anyway.”

“You’ve got a good heart, Gusty, a big cutie fuzzy heart.” She looked down with a fond smile. “But I think I’ve got something even better.”

“Oh yeah?”

Fire Crawler looked down with a playful smirk, her horn glowing a soft green as she produced an item from behind. Gusty’s eyes widened at the sight of it, as a jolt of excitement rushed through his loins.

A shaft made entirely of cloud, lovingly crafted by her own hooves, in a faint semblance of a stallion’s erection. It hung from straps of wispy mist, just large enough to fit around an alicorn’s waist. It towered above him, and the shadow it cast alone was far larger than his own endowment, which grew ever harder by the second.

“I think this is what we’ve really been waiting for” she purred, giving the cloudy strap-on a little shake as the thick member wobbled a little in front of his face. “Isn’t it?”

Gusty could only nod with dumb agreement.

- - -

With the strap-on applied, Fire Crawler exemplified every possible meaning of the word “big”.

She was certainly far larger than Gusty, in every conceivable metric known to ponykind. The alicorn flaunted her figure as she turned to one side and arched her back, stretching out her toned frame for him in an undeniable display. Between that and the cloudy phallus wiggling tantalizingly from side to side? It was more than enough to bring the blood rushing away from Gusty’s head to the space between his hindlegs, his arousal growing ever more apparent.

An overwhelming sense of vertigo overtook him at the sight of her. She was so beautiful.

Fire Crawler kept her eyes fixed on Gusty’s, sauntering his way with swaying hips. She leaned in to meet his lips for a sweet, tender kiss, as her hooves reached up for his chest. She gently kneaded into his pectorals before pushing him down onto his back, until Gusty’s vision was full of sky and green alicorn mare.

She was taking her time, making sure he saw everything from her smiling eyes to the gentle sway of the cloud strap-on that now teased and rubbed against his lower belly. Gusty was already erect, pink shaft turgid and throbbing with need, exuding pre in a little stream that ran down to his sack.

The alicorn rocked her hips back and forth, from his tailhole to the very tip of his shaft, her gaze locked onto his eyes as she slowly soaked her new appendage in his own glistening arousal. There was plenty of it to spare, more than enough to lube the cloud until it was slick and ready for the entrance.

It finally came with a powerful thrust as she suddenly lunged her head down to bite down on Gusty’s ear. The stallion writhed beneath her with a shout of surprise, her hot breath tickling at his ear as her teeth left their mark, feeling himself open up to accept her cloudy girth. His hips rolled to meet the rough penetration eagerly as his pride stabbed out from his kilt, exuding a fresh spurt of pre that soaked into the cloth and ran down his legs.

Fire Crawler giggled into his ear, nipping harder as she kept pushing deeper and deeper. “Go on,” she teased through her teeth. “Let me hear those noises.”

Gusty obliged her, releasing a deep moan of delight as he felt the strap-on stretch him wider, burning as it buried itself deeper and deeper inside. He gasped and yelped out for her, gulping down air in a shuddering gasp when she hilted inside him.

The alicorn released her bite, nuzzling his cheek and planting a little smooch on his nose, before turning her attention back to his ear. “I bet your whole unit heard that,” she whispered, ending her sultry tease with a slow, gentle lick along the lobe of his ear. “What would they do if they ever found out how I escaped? Hm?”

Fire Crawler grinded her hips into him, pressing her lower belly into his in a long, rolling motion, pulling back ever so slowly before simply slamming her body forward to hilt again, and again, and again, her eyes staring down at him in a heated gaze the whole while.

Gusty was making noises he never knew he was capable of. His voice took on a high, feminine pitch as he moaned into the alicorn’s loving, rough thrusts. He flexed around the strap-on whenever it pushed deep, deep into places that made him squeal with delight and kick his hindhooves into the air.

Her pace quickened, and the air quickly flooded with the wet sounds of sex and the salty musk of their combined arousal. She was speaking down to him, teasing Gusty with luscious words that he couldn’t understand. He just knew he wanted more of everything as she simply had her way with him, taking delight in the arousal of her smaller charge.

There was a feeling deep in Gusty’s belly, a radiating warmth that came with a wavering, pulsing kind of pleasure that made him cry out. He felt his shaft slap against his belly with every one of Fiery’s thrusts, as the pressure within kept building deeper and deeper like a tense, coiled spring.

And at last, bliss.

It hit like a brick. An intense wave that smashed against his nethers and shot out throughout the rest of his body, to the very tips of his wings. Gusty groaned out again and again, flaring out wide and shooting his seed in torrents that bathed them both in his essence.

She was giggling, pressing herself down upon his throbbing length as it continued to spurt out. He caught some in his mouth, and barely had time to taste himself before she lowered her head to lock their lips in a possessive, hungry kiss.

Gusty’s skin tingled. Every hair upon his body bristled as if with cold, sensitive to every last touch of the alicorn’s body against his own. The pulsing waves of pleasure seemed to extend into eternity, until finally they began to recede, leaving a blissful void in its wake that left his knees quivering and his breath panting.

It wasn’t until he felt warm breath at his neck that he realized that Fire Crawler was nuzzling him. He squirmed in place, sensitive to every brush of her coat, unable to move away from her affections as she lavished them upon his tender, overwhelmed form.

“Good?” she asked.

Gusty nodded wordlessly.

“I’m glad,” she said, her tone teasing and muzzle smirking. “Because we’re not done yet.”

- - -

The strap-on was off now, and Fire Crawler was straddling him in earnest.

She was grinding herself upon the mess he’d made, until her belly gleamed with the fragrant stickiness of Gusty’s own seed. Her wings were spread wide, all the better to let him see every last bit of the show as she rocked into him. Her coat shone with a sweaty sheen, drops of the stuff running down her neck and glistening in the sunset.

The alicorn was taunting him now, letting his imagination run wild with what was to come. Her hooves rested on his chest and gently rubbed into him to highlight the rocking motions of her body down below. She knew just what Gusty liked, what he wanted, and she was letting him torture himself so close on the heels of his last climax for the new ride to come.

The slick warmth of her slid up and down along his pink shaft, already rising back to its full hardness. There was life in him yet, ready for more, for wherever this goddess of a mare would take him next.

And she didn’t stop, not until he was stiff as rock, throbbing painfully, silently pleading for attention and release.

And then, with a kiss and a thrust, she gave it to him.

Gusty felt her spreading out to accept him, the heat of her body flooding into him as she pushed down, harder and harder, until she was impaled upon him.

Fire Crawler was quivering atop him, shaking a little bit. She seemed to tower over him in this position, seeming so much bigger than life. The alicorn shivered softly, relishing the feel of him inside her, rocking and rolling her hips to draw them as close as biology would let them.

His eyes closed of their own volition. Gusty could no longer see the show, but he could smell the lust, feel her body rocking against him, hear the alicorn’s moans aside the wet slapping of her hips. He was lost to the moment, and to his own surging need for her. And he paid it forward, his own hips bucking up and down to meet her hard riding as far as she would allow him.

Fire Crawler’s breathing came out almost like the snarls of an animal now, as she sunk down into her own primal need to claim. There was a possessive sort of energy to the way she planted her hooves upon him, all but pinning Gusty in place as she pleasured himself with his body, whispering his name down to him over and over again.

She was powerful, and she made sure Gusty knew it. Fire Crawler squeezed around him with every hilting, so tight as to hurt, a grip around his most sacred space to make it inescapably clear that he was hers, and hers alone, to play with tonight.

And she was making good use of her time. Gusty could feel her shivers, and the telltale quivering around his shaft as her pace quickened and the slaps went faster. The smell of her spilled out like water from an overturned glass, until he was all but bathing in the musky, pungent scent of sex. Fire Crawler came for him, groping at his chest, her pleasure rising and sending her crying out into the sky until she fell back to earth, only to let it rise again and again.

Gusty knew he was close behind. Pulsing surges were rising around his cock, just as they had before, growing all the more intense and impossible to escape as she kept riding him, coaxing him to the end, leaning down to make sure his eyes were locked on hers.

He didn’t hold himself back. Not tonight. With a shout and a hard upwards buck, Gusty shivered as he surrendered to his body’s own urges. He released himself into her in spurts as hard as the first time, deep into his mare as she whinnied and writhed atop him. His hooves reached for her forelegs, and the pegasus beat his wings upon the ground as he braced himself against her form, wanting nothing more than the hard waves of pleasure that, all too soon, came to an end.

- - -

Gusty was spent, eyes fluttering open after Luna knew how many moments, breath heaving as if he’d been flying all day. Every part of him ached and tingled, his hindlegs shaking a little no matter how hard he tried to control them.

Fire Crawler was right there with him, sinking down to nuzzle his face. She planted kisses upon his neck and lips, and playfully nipped at him while drawing out soft chuckles of shared delight.

They were both soaked with the exertions of their union. Gusty could feel everything, even with how the exhaustion numbed everything. Fire Crawler, his mare, was there above him, nuzzling him and loving him, and that was everything he could have wanted in this life.

“What do you think of that?” Fire Crawler cooed. “I’d say that was worth sneaking out for, wasn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t have missed this for anything,” Gusty said back. He leaned forwards into her chest, mashing his face into the thick fluff. It was coarser now, and matted with the dried emissions of their pairing, but it was still very much her. Dirtied or not, it was Fire Crawler’s fluff, and he indulged in it in the warm afterglow of their shared moment.

He didn’t want to let go of her. Not until he absolutely had to.

She didn’t either, and the way she clung to him, it was clear she too was dreading the inevitable parting.

“Gusty?” she finally asked.

“Hm?”

“You’ll be around again, right?”

It was an innocent question, and yet doubt lingered in her voice, as if she dreaded his answer.

Gusty swept his tail against the ground. He answered her with a kiss, square upon her muzzle. He looked into her eyes with a wide grin as he nuzzled into her nose. “Count on it.”