Chapter #4Step in by: Unknown Oh, to the Moon with it, she thought. Surely she was being overly timid here: at worst she’d be scolded for trespassing. What sort of a guard she’d make if she couldn’t risk that much?
Still, since there was no point wasting an opportunity of sneaking around a bit, Moonbounce narrowed the door open carefully, mindful of the mere shadow of a creak. When enough room had appeared for a row of mice to march through, she slipped in.
For a kitchen, the room offered no surprises. Kettles, pans and cutlery hang from the ceiling over a couple of sturdy tables packed high more cooking equipment. A lone pot churned on one of the stoves, next to a huge oven. Nopony seemed to be around. Nopony except whoever made the noises from beyond the smaller door at the end of the room.
Careful not to disturb anything, Moonbounce sneaked next to a shelf packed with what appeared to be leftovers from the previous meal. As she quietly munched on various salads, carrots and bread, her ears sketched the scene the noises originated from. Not that she was eavesdropping, no – it was hardly her fault she was born with the ears of a bat.
After a few minutes of listening, there was no doubt about the matter. Someponies were having sex in what must’ve been a storage. The muffled groans, wet slaps, quick panting, scraping of hooves against the floor were all telltale enough for a mare grown up with four elder, uninhibited sisters. Moonbounce wondered who they were that had risked their jobs for lust. Perhaps one of the maids had finally moved forward with her crush on one of the cooks? Or possibly a couple of her fellow guards had developed a bond deeper than brotherly. The possibilities galloped in her mind, even as she felt a stirring in her own loins.
Imagination had always been somewhat of an abundant resource for Moonbounce. Two sweltering bodies pressed tight against one another; a hungry tongue licking the mare’s neck, drinking her sweat; a pair of hips thumping in unison, their flesh sweet and bendy as honey… the visuals all came effortlessly for the thestral mare, who by now was doing a lot more listening and a lot less eating.
A tiny “meep” rolled off her lips as she brushed at the wetness gathering between her hind legs. Encouraged by one louder moan from the storage, she dipped a hoof into her folds, carving a path across the labia. A shudder joined her second moan. On the way back, her knees buckled. After blunting the initial edge of sensitivity, she set on a steady rhythm, keeping pace with the lovers next door as best as she could. In turns she was the mare bounded from behind atop a flour sack, then the stallion hilting a snug, wonderfully tight pussy all the way to the balls. She squeezed her eyelids tighter, increased her efforts, driven stupid with lust by the risk of being exposed, both sides of which she now enjoyed.
Despite her best clopping, the much-sought peak eluded her longer than she could afford. At any moment somepony could walk in, and then what? The thought was a needle inside the slick, pink cloud her thoughts had turned into. She couldn’t keep going like this forever. Either she’d leave now, or… or she’d see just how bad the ponies around here were.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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