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“Private Stonewall?” The surgical precision of the tone sent a shiver down the back of the new royal guardsman, who instinctively straightened up to presentation height. It was a question, but mostly it was a demand. He stood there, stock-still, for a couple of seconds before realizing that he was staring at a stone wall, and then swiftly performed an about face, nearly knocking over the bunk that he was standing next to. As he finished surveying his cramped quarters, he saw nothing… and then he took a look down to see Operative Tempest Shadow looking back at him.
	It was a difficult thing to strangle a yelp as he stared into the crystal clear blue of her eyes, and instead he probably simply looked like a juicy daisy, ready to be chomped away by the indifferent gaze of the elite guard pony. “Yes, uh, ma’am! Private Stonewall! I’m here!” He managed to choke off the incessant yammering before he could do anymore damage and tried to look up and away, staring above the door frame and only occasionally glancing down at the purple death below.
	She was… smiling. Somehow, that scared him far more than her simply looking at him unpleasantly. “My name is Operative Tempest Shadow, but based upon your reaction, you have heard of me. I’ve been assigned to handle your training. Your drill sergeant said that you showed-” she made a quick circuit of the room, watching him the whole while, her eyes searching him up and down “-great promise.”
	He looked back at her in surprise, then once more snapped back to his attempt at a stoic guard position. “Yes ma’am. Um. Thank you, ma’am. Are you sure she meant me?”
	“Oh absolutely,” Tempest said quickly, moving up to stand next to him, the tip of her muzzle hovering inches away from his chin. “There were certainly a few issues, some clumsiness, uniforming issues, but you have exceptional gifts, gifts I think that we can make great use.”
	A thrill of excitement rolled through Private Stonewall, and his mind began to fill with images of potentiality. Maybe he could be a hero, a true royal guard! Or just not a total disappointment! And then, with a sickening surprise, he felt an awful and amazing warmth roll through him as something hard but careful slid down the center of his balls.
	In his surprise, he let out a cry and began to stumble forward, only for another hoof to slam into his ass, holding him down with surprising strength, accompanied by the crackle of energy that everyone knew was Tempest charging her horn. With his size and strength, he could probably get away, but there was something… authoritative, forceful about the way the mare grabbed him and held him down, and he knew that he needed to stay put.
	“At attention, guardspony,” she said with a calm, almost bored, tone. “This is all part of a routine inspection and you will maintain decorum.”
	“Um, uh, yes, ma’am,” he said in a hasty tone, already feeling the sweat starting to build on his forehead. That hoof exploring his balls wasn’t staying still, and without a moment to lose it drifted downward as if charting the globe, and twisted to hold on with the softer underside, almost testing its wait. “Ma’am, I’m gonna…”
	“Do not speak out of turn, private,” she said and he tensed and nodded. Quickly, the damage was done regardless, as he felt himself begin to slide out of his sheath, shaft rapidly hardening beneath him, and he couldn’t help but eye the door to his room, hanging wide open, starting to sweat even as the operative hummed appreciatively.
	“Eager to please,” she said with an airy tone. “Good.” He shivered as her hooves hovered over his shaft without touching it, just close enough to give him the phantom sensation. She had to be doing it on purpose, it was too careful, too intentional. Stonewall began to huff, his hips thrusting forward unintentionally once before the other hoof once more slammed down on his hind-quarters. “At attention, soldier! I will not have you disrespecting my command.”
	He nodded. “Yes ma’am!” He shouted. Or rather, tried to shout, since it came out more as a squeak. Finally, her hooves deigned to touch his shaft, a surge of sensation that started at the very underside of his flaring head and slowly, painfully slowly, started to work its way up measuring it internally.
	It was such a simple thing, but he was already panting, sweating bullets… and it was only about to get worse as he heard hoofsteps outside, clopping over closer. “Ma’am the door… can I?”
	His answer was to be expected at this point. “At attention, private. This is a standard inspection and I don’t need you getting all jumpy on me just because someone sees you.” There was a slight tink, but he couldn’t see what it was and he felt more afraid of looking back than of the alternative. Instead, his eyes remained fixed on the hallway, as the sound of two mares chatting amiably grew louder and louder.
	Another crackling sound  and the strangest sensation ran down his shaft, like a gentle electricity, a thrumming and vibrating sensation that started at the base and pulse downward quickly, dwelling at the head for just a moment before beginning again at the top and working down again and again. The pase started to quicken and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help himself, letting out a low moan as the sensation overwhelmed him. His cock quickly stiffened, pulsing out to full length. With a giggle, Tempest gave him another strike on the flank, this time more playful than punitive.
	The casual conversation from the mares stopped as they heard him, and trotted over to the open door. With horror, Stonewall observed as they peered in, a yellow unicorn with a carefully curly pink mane and a pegasus flapping above her with a light blue coat and a wild white mane, both peering in and with an impossibly synchronized motion getting an expression excitement, awe, and shock as they saw what was probably the largest stallion they had ever seen sporting what was probably the largest boner they had ever seen. The pegasus gently settled down and the two of them began whispering amid Stone developing a blush that started at his face and ran down his chest.
	“It’s huge,” the unicorn said. “How does he walk when he gets aroused?”
	“With a monster like that? Someone just comes along and begs him to fuck them whenever they see it,” countered the pegasus.
	Stonewall began to groan, this all being more than he could take. He started to stomp at the ground lightly, hips twitching as he tried desperately to keep from pumping like his body was demanding. The rolling, tingling, pulsing sensation was too much to take, he was practically having trouble breathing. Each roll down his shaft was leaving it flaring, her magical touch more sensation than he’d had maybe ever...
	“Easy there, big boy,” the casual, confident tones of Tempest Shadow rolled in from behind him. “We’re almost done here.. Just a few more strokes and…”
	“Hey…” the pegasus asked, pointing down at something below his dangling shaft. “What’s the pitcher for?”
	Stonewall’s eyes widened and he looked back just in time to see a pitcher carefully placed on the ground below him, just in time for his balls to clench, spraying out lines of seed. The pitcher caught it all, Tempest’s hoof carefully scooting it forward to make sure it caught ever line. It felt like an eternity, the sensation of Tempest’s magic become more intense, almost painfully pleasurable as he came, but she didn’t stop until he was done, every last line carefully collected in the pitcher below, and he was panting and huffing, face still aflush from the awestruck expression of the mares in front of him.
	“At ease, soldier,” Tempest said, stepping in front of him, her lithe and athletic form perfectly contained by her royal guardsmare armor. He practically collapsed, sitting down with enough force to shake the floor. Was it just him, or was she sashaying slightly, letting her hips bob back and forth just a little bit…
	The answer to that became irrelevant as Tempest carefully tipped the pitcher up, letting his cum slide down and into her mouth, taking a swig of his seed before pulling back with a refreshed ‘aaaaah’.
	“Yes, Private Stonewall, you’ll do just fine. Take the rest of the day off, tomorrow I’ll be in touch with your new assignment.” She gave him a casual wink and started off out of the room. “Ladies,” she said graciously, and the two mares part to let her through, jug of cum carefully in hoof.
	The two of them looked at him with devilish bedroom eyes and slowly stepped in towards him. Then, and only then, did the door to his room close.