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"Weapons Practice."
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>Be Flare.
>Be on your way to sparring with Commander Night Watch.
>Be a little apprehensive.
>Today was Friday, a week since your last... sparring session.
>She had left her share of bruises on you along with quite the impression.
>You blushed heavily at the thought, the red of your cheeks surely visible, even through the heavy rain.
>Never mind that, you were utterly soaked.
“Not in that way, Flare, don’t you go thinking like that.”
>Never had you thought of yourself as a filly fooler, and yet you had caved easily before her advances.
>You sighed and prepared yourself as you raised your hoof to knock on the door to the training room, the thought of getting out of the rain having pushed everything else aside.
>...
>No response.
>Maybe the Commander had forgo-
>”Hey there, Private!”
>You squeaked as your sopping wet commanding officer leaned on you casually, as though it were a bright and clear night.
“Commander!”
>You attempted to step away in order to salute, but Night Watch had other ideas, her wing tightened around your barrel to keep you still.
>”None of that tonight, missy. I hope you like rain, because we’re doing tonights session in the great outdoors!”
>You groaned internally and resigned yourself to Night Watch’s care as she trudged off into the rain with you.
“Forgive me, ma’am, but why are we doing this outside?”
>You tried and failed to keep the sound of complaint from your voice.
>Night Watch picked up on it, but decided to make no comment.
>”As I said last week, we do our fighting in poor conditions. We rarely get to choose our battlefields, and so we have to adapt to the conditions.”
>She looked up and grinned at the downpour of water, baring her teeth.
>”Conditions like this, say. Tonights itinerary involves weapons training, as well as working on your hearing, my dear.”
>Your cheeks heated up as you were reminded of last weeks round of blind combat drills.
>Along with Night Watch’s lips on your own.
 
“Y-Yes, ma’am.”
>You could almost swear you heard something like a satisfied purr.
>You shoved the thought aside. You were a soldier, you were here to learn, not to fraternize with your commanding officer.
>No matter how... appealing she might have been.
>Thunder from overhead snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to look around, regaining your bearings.
>Night Watch had lead you into a small clearing, and you recognised it as being part of the Canterlot gardens.
>At least the rain wasn’t as bad here in the lee of the castle.
>It was still quite heavy, not to mention deafening, but it was tolerable. Bonus points, for the ground beneath you hadn’t been turned to a muddy slush by the relentless downpour.
>Your eyes turned to the Commander as she dropped a bag onto the ground and unzipped it, drawing forth a long wooden pole for herself, her head turned so that she could address you over the deafening storm. Her luscious flank had almost been deliberately revealed for your perusal.
>And peruse you most certainly did.
>”What do you prefer?”
“...M-Mares... Ah! Claws! Claws.”
>You looked away and desperately tried to hide the evidence of your burning cheeks..
>Night Watch chuckled quietly as she drew forth a pair of hoof guards mounted with training claws.
>Blunted, of course.
>The point of training wasn’t to harm each other.
>She tossed them over to you, with yourself barely having managed to catch them.
>You fastened them to your hooves and cinched the leather clasps tight, locking the weapons to your fore hooves.
>A commotion from Night Watch brought your eyes up, and you found that she had tied lengths of cloth to each end of her sparring pole.
>This was more your speed.
>Hoof to hoof never suited you all that well. That wasn’t to say you were bad at it, you simply preferred working with weapons.
 
>Night Watch was using a sparring pole, she had the advantage of distance, and would likely use both ends of the weapon to hit you.
>You, however, had maneuverability.
>You could beat he-
“Ow!”
>The padded end of Night Watch’s sparring pole smacked the top of your muzzle while you had been distracted, and you snapped your attention back to her her with a glare.
>Only to find that your erstwhile Commander had moved.
>You spun around.
>She wasn’t anywhere.
>You flicked out your hoof blades and crouched low and paid attention to the sounds around you.
>Night Watch had said she wanted to work on your hearing, so she must be expecting you to fight her with your ears as much as with your eyes.
>You could barely hear anything over the thunderous roar of the storm above and your hoofsteps in the soggy grass beneath you.
>The tip of Night Watch’s weapon slapped against your flank, causing you to release a shocked squeak as you spun around to face your attacker.
>There was only darkness, rain, and the rustling of the gardens in the wind.
>You heard a snicker.
>”Your opponent won’t wait for you to be ready, nor attack you head on most times.”
>Her weapon swatted at your shoulder and you swung a hoof at it, batting the pole away, only to find that Night Watch was already in retreat, prodding the back of your head lightly with the tip of the pole
>”Aaand dead.”
>You rolled and attempted to catch the pole with your wings in an attempt to disarm her.
>Night Watch withdrew rapidly and tapped your muzzle.
>”Dead again.”
>Blades crossed, you caught the pole and sent it high, only setting Night Watch up to boop your nose with the other end of the pole before taking off for the canopy again.
>”You died.”
>You pulled back and grunted.
>She was playing with you.
 
>A different tack was in order.
>You let yourself melt back into the surrounding brush and kept low and quiet.
>It was clear that Night Watch could see where you had went in, but she could not know that you weren’t going to move after that.
>A deep breath, and closed eyes, you focused on your sense of hearing.
>There...
>The quiet clicking of Night Watch’s tongue.
>She couldn’t echolocate all that well under the conditions, but well enough that she could ‘see’ you in the small clearing.
>You let her rove about until she was roughly above you in the tree tops.
>”There’s a clever gir- oof!”
>A beat of your wings sent you up as you prodded her belly with a hoof and let yourself fall back to the ground, rolling away and slinking through the underbrush.
>You could not help but chide at her in a sing song voice.
“K.O. Commander!~”
>She grunted an affirmative, “Yeah, very good, kid, you’re learning.
>Your snickering reply was cut short but a muffled yelp as Night Watch’s pole slid between your hind legs, it’s shaft sliding smoothly against your privates before withdrawing quickly.
>The rill of pleasure sent up your spine set your cheeks ablaze and gave you a new problem to deal with.
>Reasoning clashed with arousal as you fought the urge in the back of your mind to let Night Watch catch you.
>Your mind was flooded with images of the previous week, of Night Watch pressed up against you.
>Her fur, her smell.
>Her lips.
>Move!
>You did as your inner voice commanded and slunk away, making as little noise as possible, still listening for Night Watch’s tongue clicking.
>It wasn’t there.
 
>She was no longer using echolocation to find you.
>Night Watch was likely listening out, just as you were.
>You kept your sounds quiet and your movements stealthy as you crept through the underbrush, your silence and hers almost making the air heavy and thick with tension.
>The storm continued to rage, the occasional flash of lightning in the sky giving you brief glimpses of clarity.
>It was in your veins, the excitement, the rush of the hunt. You could barely keep your hooves from shaking with energy.
>You were soaked and chilled to the bone.
>Miserable.
>Bedraggled.
>Night Watch was going to make you pay for scoring a ‘kill’, you just knew it.
>The thought excited you, but she was going to have to work for it.
>Moving amongst the brush began to feel second nature, slinking stealthily.
>You could feel that she was near.
>Raising yourself from the soggy grass, you prepared to strike at where you knew she was lurking.
>Coiling yourself like a spring, you leapt up to deliver the killing blow, heart pounding with excit-
>A heavy weight settled on  your back and drove you back to the ground, your momentum carrying you and, you realised, Night Watch forward.
>Of course, your tumble ended up with you pinned on your back beneath the dirty, drenched Company Commander.
>She booped your nose.
>”Fatality.”
>Oh no.
>You’ve been captured by your Commander.
>You were completely at the mercy of whatever base, depraved sexual acts she had in mind.
>You were completely helpless.
>Oh no.
>Night Watch got off of you and offered her hoof to help you up.
>Your heart sank a little in disappointment
>Hiding said disappointment, you took her proffered hoof and got up, groaning quietly as you felt more bruises beginning to form.
>You’d be feeling that in the evening.
 
>Night Watch eyed you up and down like a predator sizing up prey.
>”I think that’s enough for this week, private. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Cleaned up... ma’am?”
>”That’s right, private. Look at yourself.”
>You did as Night Watch directed.
>Oh...
>Your coat was a mud smeared mess, a few leaves clung to you here and there and you were completely soaked through.
>The storm was still pelting the pair of you with water as well.
>You put your sneak on and took a look at Night Watch, who, despite running around in the undergrowth herself, looked none the worse for wear.
>You could smell her sweat, though.
>The scent of her was intoxicating.
>What was wrong with you?! You couldn’t be around your commanding officer for fives minutes without springing a leak!
>As that thought came to you, you found yourself shifting your hind legs and realised that you were indeed wet in more ways than one.
>Night Watch had long since abandoned you and was packing her weapon away, which she had discarded during your scuffle.
>”Okay, Private, hoof blades.”
“Hooves, ma’am?”
>She shook her head patiently and pointed at your forehooves, her voice raised to reach you over the din of the storm, ”Your hoof blades!”
“Oh! Yes, those...”
>You sat and began to unstrap them and fought against the urge to let your eyes drift towards Night Watch.
>Eventually, they came off and you passed them to her so that she could pack them away.
>She hauled the bag to her back and gestured you to follow.
>Her swaying hips had you caught in her wake helplessly, your breathing heavy.
>Luckily, Night Watch interpreted this as fatigue from exertion.
>Or she seemed to.
>You desperately hoped she mistook the reason for your irregular breathing.
 
>The grounds were dark as she maneuvered the two of you through several buildings, clicking her tongue occasionally.
>Guards that you passed saluted, or gave each other knowing smiles upon spotting you trailing your commander.
>Night Watch’s voice snapped you from your contemplations as she stopped before the door to a building.
>You could feel the heat emanating from within and wanted nothing more to go inside.
“This... is the bath house, isn’t it?”
>”That it is, private. I said we were gonna get you cleaned up.”
>Oh no, cheeks, no, stop it.
>Lewd thoughts bombarded your minds eye and it made you blush for the umpteenth time that night.
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>Before you knew it, Night Watch had somehow led you inside the bath house and herded you into one of the saunas, all without you realising it.
>You had never actually been in one before and took special note of the mechanism attached to the ceiling which seemed to collect water dripping from a port in the roof, which then dripped onto the rocks in the furnace periodically.
>The result was a constantly steamy, broiling hot room.
>The chill from the rain outside quickly dissipated, and within seconds, you had worked up a sweat.
>Night Watch threw a towel at your face and you squeaked in surprise.
>She snickered.
>”Clean yourself up.”
>Her posture said she was off duty, her voice said she was still in command.
>Her eyes told a completely different story that sent shivers down your spine.
>You made like a good soldier and did as you were ordered, wiping your coat down with the wet towel.
>Oddly, it left your fur damp rather than soaked as it had been before.
>Must be the heat.
>Sweat quickly worked its way through your coat.
>The heat of the sauna relaxed you and eased the dull throb of your aching muscles.
 
>No point standing there like a fool.
>You took a seat on one of the beaches and leaned back, your eyes drifting half shut as you let the warmth seep into you.
>It was heavenly.
>Night Watch pressed up against your side and your conscious mind barely registered it.
>The heat between your legs and the jump of your heart certainly took note of it.
>You shuffled in discomfort.
>Or rather, too much comfort.
>The heat of the room, the warmth between your legs, and Night Watch’s strong scent were all working against your judgement.
>You were too beaten to care.
>And so you sat, heady with arousal, fur slick with sweat, and body lax with warmth all while Night Watch had you wedged between her and the wall.
>There were worse ways to go.
“So... U-Uh... Did I improve tonight?”
>”Mmh? Yeah, sure did. At least you’re using your ears now.”
>She placed a hoof around your shoulders and pulled you close.
>Your nose filled with her scent and it sent your mind spinning.
>You almost moaned.
>She was all over you, and it was all you could do not to give in to your wants and desires.
>Night Watch was still talking.
>Try as you might, you could not focus enough on her voice.
>She was talking about... about...
>All you could focus on was your heartbeat and the mare beside you.
>You couldn’t recall the last time your senses had been set aflame like this, if they ever had been before.
>You heard a grumble and felt Night Watch’s muzzle press against your neck.
>A little whimper left your throat.
 
>She heard you and nipped at your neck.
>It made you feel helpless against her, as though she were the predator.
>And you were her prey.
>The warmth in your loins only increased at the idea of that.
>Her words managed to break through the haze of arousal and drowsiness.
>”Looks like you’re a little excited...~”
>Her hoof settled on your thigh.
>It set you squirming.
“Unf...”
>”I’ll make you a deal, private. You let me drink you and I’ll take care of you.~”
>Night Watch’s hoof strayed between your thighs and you arched your back.
>”Deal...?”
>You wanted... No, you needed this.
“...Y-Yes... Hnnnh....”
>She grinned as her hoof pried your hind legs apart and sunk in between them.
>The thrill of the resulting pleasure distracted you from the pinch at  your neck.
>Your vision went darker and your breathing became deeper as she siphoned you, the steady waves pulsing from your loins intensifying every little sensation.
>The not quite painful, nor even unpleasant fire at your neck made you moan. The pulling sensations making you sway.
>It all sent you into a haze of arousal, your heart pounding in your ears, your vision dark.
>It was too much, and you found yourself already close to your edge.
>You were pretty sure that Night Watch was making you moan like some cheap whore.
>And yet you didn’t care, you couldn’t bring yourself to.
>A wave of heat overwhelmed you as you came.
>Your eyes squeezing shut from the force of the pleasure was your last act as you blacked out.
 
>You woke up slowly.
>You were warm, and wet.
>And still in the sauna.
>Sitting upright, you let loose a little groan, the throbbing at your neck intensifying for a moment.
“Night Watch...?”
>Nothing, you were the only one in there.
>It felt like you’d had hours of restful sleep, you were that rejuvenated.
>You were clean too, of the dirt and foliage at least, your body was lathered in sweat from what could possibly be hours spent in the sauna.
>Night Watch wasn’t in there, and you had spent enough time sleeping.
>You rubbed your neck and left, wincing slightly at the dull throb.
“Night Watch? Commander?”
>No one, the bath house seemed to be deserted, and outside, you could see the orange glow of the setting sun.
“What?!”
>Had you slept in a sauna all day? Stars above, what had you been thinking?!
>You grabbed a towel and wrapped it around you, your eyes catching a slip of parchment falling to the ceramic floor as you did.
>Picking it up, your eyes roved over the trailing letters.
>”Duty called, hope you slept well, private.~ XOXO N.W”
>You swore you could feel her giving you those kisses and hugs as you read over the x’s and o’s.
>It made you blush.
>”P.S: same time, same place, next week.”
“Looks like the commander isn’t done with me, yet...”
>You sighed. Whether it was desire or resignation, you couldn’t tell.
 
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