>Be Night Watch.
>Your Company had recently been reinforced with some meat fresh out of boot, they weren’t anything spectacular, but there were a couple that impressed.
>Speaking of, there was one in particular amongst this new batch that you were chewing at the bit to have.
>You readied your practice spear and gazed at the door as she entered.
>Now there's a mare with some fire.
>Private Flare.
>She was good, and you could say this with certainty because you'd watched her beat stallions to a pulp.
>Granted, they were rookies and had underestimated the orange menace.
>But there had been three of them.
>And she drove them all to the ground.
>All while managing to look delicious doing it.
>You snapped your attention back to the present, and away from her flanks, as she stood before you and saluted.
>"Private Flare reporting for duty, ma'am."
>That accent. What was that? Hosstralian?
>Mmm. You liked the way her well toned muscles moved when she saluted, too.
>You returned the salute and cleared your throat.
"Lose the 'ma'am', private. You'll be cursing me before the session is out."
>Out of breath too if things went well.
>”Yes, ma’a- Commander...”
“Night Watch.”
>Well then.
“So, Private, that accent doesn’t sound local, where are you from?”
>You began to strip off your armor, setting it aside.
>You wanted to go hoof to hoof first.
>After some hesitation, and a gesture from you, she stripped her armor off as well.
>”Right here in Canterlot, ma’am. My adoptive father was Hosstralian though, I just picked up the accent growing up.”
>She was rather formal, wasn’t she?
>You’d have to fix that.
“Mhm.”
>Off went the spear, weapons sparring could come later.
>She still stood at attention, what was she waiting for?
“You look rigid. Cramps?”
>”Aren’t we waiting for the rest of the squad...?”
>Heh.
 
>The others hadn't told her about ‘initiation’
“Hun, I do these drills one on one.”
>”Uh...”
>Now she was off balance, time to begin.
>You leapt forwards and went for her front hooves, knocking them out from under her, flipping Flare on her side and going for the standard restraint.
>She managed to recover from her shock quickly, up came her hind legs around your neck as she used her body weight to flip you down to the mat.
>You could have countered it, but that wasn’t the point here.
“Uhn...! Very good! Many of my opponents never recovered that fast.”
>”Sorry, Comma-”
“Night Watch.”
>”Night Watch.”
>You took advantage of her distraction to tuck in your muzzle before giving your wings a powerful flap, breaking her hold on you and once again putting you on top.
>She squeaked in surprise, an adorable sound, as you pulled one of her fore hooves tight against her side, pressing your hoof between her wings, causing them to unfurl involuntarily, taking one and twisting it.
>She grunted and tried to buck you off, but you had already planted yourself firmly against her rump, far too close for any bucking to have an effect.
>The result was Flare in a very compromising position, with her cheek pressed into the mat and her rump propped into the air, wings extended.
>Perfectly lewd.
“This is one they don’t teach in boot.”
>She grunted as she moved, her cheeks hot as she tried to find a way out of the hold.
>She didn’t get very far, but you enjoyed her wriggling beneath you.
>You let her squirm and explore the boundaries of the hold.
>She displayed that subtle stillness as she found it and realised the position that would put her in next.
>”G-Gonna let me up?”
>Looks like she didn’t want to play the game.
“Not quite yet, I want to see if you can get out of this.”
 
>She shuffled a bit, exploring everywhere again except the weakness she’d found earlier.
>”I’m not sure I can.”
>You twisted her wing slightly and was rewarded with a slight whimper of pain.
>And something that was certainly not pain.
“I can keep you here all day, Private, I have the time.”
>’I’m not letting you go until you do it.’
>Your casual attitude with her was bringing out who she really was, which is something you preferred, rank meant nothing to you when you were a private and it meant nothing to you as a Lieutenant.
>”Don’t you have other duties to attend to?”
“None at all, just you.”
>”Is this meant to prove something?
>Hmm.
>Could turn this into a learning experience.
>You let your breath wash over her neck.
>She shivered.
>Got them every time.
>You leant in and nipped her ear, earning a muffled squeal from her and causing her ears to twitch around.
“The point here is that the best fighters know how to get their opponents all hot... and bothered. A distracted opponent doesn’t think straight.. ‘S how you win.”
>Her hindquarters shifted when you said ‘hot and bothered’
>Oh deary.
>”So, I could say that you stink and I’d win?”
>Low blow!
“You could, yea- ah!”
>She cut you off mid sentence and hooked one of her hind legs around your own, pulling it in and taking you off balance, using the moment to break your hold on her.
>Flare snapped her wings back in and rolled as you fell to the side, straddling you and pinning your fore hooves down.
>”Like that?”
>Heh.
“Yeah... Like that.”
 
>You gripped her fetlocks and pulled her down, pushing your lips against hers, managing to flip her on her back as you assaulted her orally.
>She resisted at first, but you had her firmly pinned to the mat as you massaged her lips.
>So far, no one had resisted your kissing for long, and Flare didn’t last long at all before moaning and kissing back.
>The taste of her lips was ambrosia.
>Soon enough, the private was fully into it, making sounds and squirming under you.
>You broke it off and moved away from her towards the equipment rack.
>This brought a strangled cry of shock from Flare, who really seemed to have been enjoying herself.
>”Wh-What?!”
“Next exercise.”
>You pulled a pair of heavily tinted safety goggles from the trunk and dangled them in front of her before tossing them over to her
>She fumbled around with them before making good her grip on them, eyeing them suspiciously, her cheeks still bright red from her earlier... exertions.
>”What are the goggles for...?”
>You rolled your eyes while hers were focused on the goggles.
“You put them on.”
>”What for, Commander?”
>A devious smile broke forth from you.
“Blind combat drills, now put them on, and yes, that’s an order.”
>Flare dutifully placed the goggles over her eyes and fastened the straps, her ears twitching in the tell tale way of a bat who could not see.
>As for you, you had begun walking slow, quiet circles around the handicapped private, intentionally being loud at time so that she knew where you were.
“As the Night Guard, we are under Luna’s command, clearly. When it happens, we do our fighting under tougher conditions than the pansies in the Day Watch.”
>Her ears twitched and followed you as she stood still, turning her head this way and that.
“As such, we generally fight in poor lightning, and so we have to rely on our sense of hearing. You will rely on this and nothing else, am I understood, Private?”
>”Yes, ma’am!”
 
>You slowed your circling and halted, backtracking silently to get behind her, preparing to strike.
>Her ears folded back as she heard you moving and she spun around, seeming prepared to defend a high attack.
>You went low and soon had her on the floor and groaning before retreating again.
“Listen carefully... hear the sound of your opponents limbs.”
>You attacked again, and it seemed for a moment that Flare would be able to counter you.
>However, she didn’t, a very slight hesitation on her part ended with you pressed against her back as you pinned her hooves.
>You reprimanded her by nipping her ear.
“You have to listen carefully, feel the sound and act, don’t think.”
>She turned her muzzle up to you, her mouth slightly open as she readied a response.
>You leaned in and let her feel the proximity of your muzzle.
>Flare squirmed slightly and her cheeks warmed again as she leaned up to it.
>You knew what she wanted.
>You leaned in and let your lips part...
>Before drawing back just before contact.
>Blinded as she was, she could feel how close you were, but could never tell if you were going to commit to it or not.
>She tried to lean forward a little more, barely comfortable in her current position.
>You continued to tease her for a moment before relenting.
>Flare pressed her muzzle against yours and kissed slowly, and you felt your cheeks warm up in response.
>You even closed your eyes in order to better feel it.
>Stars above, you were getting mushy!
>...
>She was a great kisser though, and you let yourself enjoy it for a few long moments, still keeping her restrained.
>Flare did not seem to mind at all.
>After what seemed like forever, you withdrew slowly with an outward huff, out of breath, your attention turned to the window.
>Dawn was fast approaching, the morning birds were already making those annoying tweets.
 
>You gently released Flare from your grip.
“That’ll be all, Private... Dismissed.”
>You were shocked to hear that your voice had gone quiet.
>You were getting soft this one.
>She took a second to get up, her hooves shaky from lack of circulation and even arousal if that smell was what you thought it was.
>”Oh... Y-Yes, ma’am.”
>You wanted to do this again, and besides, she had a lot more to learn before she was at the standard you held the rest of your Company at.
“Report here again, same time next week. I’m not quite done with you, yet.”
>You snapped your wings out and took off for the rafters before she could get her goggles off, observing her quietly as she looked around.
>Flare let loose a strained sigh, half from longing, but more from the bruising she’d likely have before placing the goggles back by the equipment rack and leaving the building.
>You dropped back to the mat and stared at the door she’d just gone through.
“Damn, that girl can kiss!”
