Knight's Nightlight IV

>Day Near-Sighted Distance Running in Equestria

>Be Nightlight

>You awake in an empty bed to the sound of counting

>Looking around, you find Anon on the floor doing push-ups

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"

>"Recovering from so many missed days of exercise."

"What about your wounds?"

>Anon hops to his feet before flexing his chest

>"Feeling fine now. I even changed the dressing myself."

>Anon stands tall before you and smiles widely

>"Now that you had a few days to laze about yourself, we should double up on the training missed."

>You salute smartly from your laying position

"Right away, Sir!"

>You twist your bottom around and stand on the springing mattress before hopping to the floor

>"Grab some breakfast and then meet me outside. Do not put on anything heavy."

>Anon walks out into the afternoon sun with nothing but his pants on

>Doesn't matter to you too much as you grab a few apples and an orange

>You demolish your breakfast in record time and brush your mane out

>There is no reason you should have a rat's nest today if other ponies are going to see you

>Stepping outside feels wonderful after being cooped in the garrison and you stretch your body out

>Anon spots you and slides to your position

>"Alright, Sentry! From now on, every morning, we will meet here and start a morning run, two and a half miles both ways. Understood?"

>He speaks to you as if this is the first time meeting and it makes you feel a little uncomfortable

>"Move out! If I beat you back here, you have to polish my armour."

>You grimace at the punishment, more for what has happened than what it entitles

"Sir, yes, Sir!"

>With that, the two of you set out for a run through the castle grounds

>To Anon's credit, he moves extremely well for somep0ny with only two legs

>You find yourself having to push hard to keep up and some of the jumping obstacles he passes through are hard on you

>Anon makes a wide leap over a ravine and lands with his usual grace

>You slow down a bit, out of concern of the distance, but can't stop yourself from leaping

>You feel your body fall short and quickly spread your wings to cross the gap

>Landing on the other side, you wipe some sweat from your brow

>Anonymous stops and walks back to your location

>"Did I say you could use your wings in this exercise?!"

>You stare up at him

"N-no, Sir."

>"What did you say, sentry?!"

"No, Sir! No wings, Sir!"

>"Good! Ten push-ups for breaking the rules, go!"

>You drop to your hooves and begin

>This seems slightly unfair to you as Anon never explicitly told you not to fly

>Ten push-ups go by quickly and you find your shoulders are a little tired

>"Alright, lets get back to running, three miles to go!"

>Anon seems to be filled with unnatural stamina and you try to keep up

>Two miles pass and you are feeling very drained already

>The third mile is a hard push as you hit your limits

>Anon taunts you from a few yards ahead

>"You must really want to shine my gear, sentry!"

>You really don't and put your willpower into every muscle

>Sadly, your will is not as strong as it could be

>Your trainer eventually disappears into the castle again and it takes you several minutes to finally meet back up

"O-K... that was... a good work out..."

>"Stand up straight, soldier! Slouching will get you ten push-ups!"

>You do as commanded and await further instructions

>"Now, tonight's lesson will be one that we will start now and practice every single day from here on."

"That lesson is, Sir?"

>"Tonight, we will practice readying yourself."

>That sounds easy enough, but it always sounds easier when you feel good

>You fetch your armor and stand before Anonymous

>"Now, show me how you would usually dress."

>A quick nod is all you need before you begin

>First, your chain skirt goes over your back and neck

>Then you add the heavier segment around your neck that holds the chain in place

>You step into your heavy shoes and then carefully slip your helmet onto your head

>"Three minutes..."

"Is that good?"

>Anonymous is quiet for the moment and then gazes through you

>"In three minutes, I have scaled the wall, found my target and eliminated them. By the time you arrived, I have slipped away into the night without so much as a whisper."

>Your stomach knots at his words, but you do not show it

"So, any pointers?"

>"No, your form is fine, but you must move with haste! Now, take off your gear and try it again."

>You do as instructed, slowly increasing your speed with each passing drill

>At about the second hour, you are so tired that your flank hurts when you breathe

>"Better, much better... With a bit more practice, you should have it down in no time!"

"Yay..."

>You squeak a dull kind of squeak as you hang your armor up for the last time

>"This has been an excellent warm up for the week, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, Sir..."

>"Good! Now, let us clean you up and get some food. We will take an hour or so to recover and then I would like to start on that armour. Would hate to have you polishing all night."

>He smirks wickedly with you, but you really can't battle him

>Stepping into your room for the night, you sigh and stretch your sore body

>"I will draw your bath if you'd be so kind as to grab me my rations?"

>You nod at the easy task and Anon walks away

>It takes no time to pull up a package of Anon's meat snacks and you grab a few apples for yourself

>You munch on an apple slowly as you await Anon, but don't here the sound of water running

>As you approach the door, a retching noise reverbs off your sensitive ears

>You step into the small bathroom to see Anon laying against the toilet and puking up something yellow and glittery

>He stops for a moment and looks at you with heavy eyes

>"Don't... Don't look.. it's-"

>His cheeks swell and he quickly ducks his face back into the bowl

>You hear a spit and an angry sigh before Anon looks up again

>"Get out... I'll have the bath ready... soon..."

"What's happening? Are you sick?"

>Anon's throat shines a little with a yellow dust and his lips have the same staining ring around them

>It looks like unicorn magic, but something is wrong with the way it is reacting

"Oh Celestia... You can't digest magic, can you?"

>"Astute... as ever..."

>You think about the implications for a moment until the smell of raw energy and the sound of heaving fills the air

"Does this happen often?"

>Anon doesn't lift his face from the toilet this time and speaks in a pained way

>"As often... as... I... need... advanced... medicine..."

>Without his shirt, you watch his lungs rise and fall in deep breaths and his stomach curls tightly into his rib cage

"Does it... hurt?"

>"In a way... you wouldn't... believe..."

>It takes him a few moments, but he does rise up to his full height again

>"Sorry you had to see that. I was... was hoping you wouldn't."

"It's good to know this though. After all, I'm still your caretaker."

>"I don't think you are now that I can stand on my own again."

"What if I still choose to be?"

>Anon freezes and looks at you carefully

>Something about the way he stares at you makes you feel strange

>"I suppose, if you will make it harder for me to -not- accept you help. You may still be my caretaker."

>You smirk from the corner of your mouth

"You look... tired? Let me make the bath and you go eat your food. I have it prepped on the table by the bed already."

>A large smile crosses your features as Anon seems to comply

>With some sense of what you are doing, you begin running some warm water and hum to yourself

>You step out to see Anon sitting on the edge of the bed, but his food remains untouched

>All the vomiting must be putting him off and you agree with his actions

>The bath fills up to a little over half and you cut the water

"Anon! The baths ready!"

>He staggers in looking a little strained before disrobing

>You squeak and turn your face from him

>"Hah... this bothers you... now?"

"It doesn't! I... I just never seen you undress yourself."

>He almost laughs, but only a pleased groan escapes him

>He steps in and lays back in the tub until he sinks just below his waist

>"You coming?"

"Um... yeah! Of course..."

>You carefully climb into the tub to find it a bit more cramped than it appeared

"OK, lets get your face cleaned up."

>The sponge disks returns as you begin to scrub Anon clean

>He doesn't protest as much as before and you enjoy your work while you can

>"You did well today... How do your legs feel?"

"Oh, good, a little tired, but not bad."

>"Excellent, we'll be doing it again tomorrow, same time."

>You wash down to Anon's abs and admire the nicely defined muscles

>The soap and water run over his skin in a pleasing way, like watching rain drip down the a slate roof

>"Ah, that feels incredible."

>You look up to him and beam

"Thanks for cooperating tonight."

>"Lets do you next."

>If only out of politeness, you allow Anon to take the sponge from you

>He sits up and draws you closer to his body before rubbing the sponge down your mane

>"What do you think of my spear?"

>You look down between his legs quickly and your eyes open wide in surprise

"Um, are you feeling up to that right now?"

>"What? Of course! Combat is vital to discuss."

"Wait, what?"

>"I asked you what do you think of my weapon? I had one commissioned for you as well so that I may train you to use a spear."

"Oh... I thought... Ha, Ok, yeah. No, no, a spear is fine."

>"Good, do you have any practice in armed combat?"

"Not in the service of guards, no. I got into a good scrap with a timberwolf once."

>"Hmm, do you have any formal weapon training?"

"No, I do not..."

>Anon wrings the sponge over your head and lets the soap and water wash away

>His hands work through your mane and clean you in a way that puts unicorn massage parlors to shame

>Something about the feeling of being touched like this causes your head to spin a bit and you relax in no time

>"There we are, nice and clean."

>You look up at Anon as he begins to run his hands down you flanks and to your bottom

"Thank you... this is a nice bath."

>"No, no, thank you for the assistance."

"Whoa, did you throw up your brain back there? Since when do you -like- when I help you?"

>"I never said I was an easy person to work with. I am usually quite grateful at the end of the day, however."

>Anon scratches at your rump with his dull nails and smoothes the fur down your rear legs

>His hands take your tail next and begin cleaning each strand in his grip

>"We should probably cut your tail shorter."

"What? I like my tail!"

>"It attracts too much dirt and a long tail could prove hazardous. It is an advantage for an enemy."

"How do you figure that?"

>Anon looks you over with a bit of a grin on his face

>"Say, for instance, that I was your assailant. I would simply have to step to your side..."

>He tightly squeezes you by the dock of your tail and lifts it upward

>"... And grab this lovely tail of yours. Now, from this close, it may seem all too easy, however, if you leave it so long, I will have more tail available to grab."

>He doesn't let go after finishing his example

>You fidget a bit, but Anon seems intent on stroking you at the base

"O-Ok, I get it... b-but, it took so-o long to g-grow..."

>Anon's hands tease your sensitive tail stub a while longer

>"We could always bind it. Assuming you do not mind that idea?"

>You hardly listen as Anon's free hand strokes down your neck

"I've n-never done t-that..."

>A squeak erupts from you when you feel Anon's hand grip one side of your butt

"OK... we'll t-try that..."

>"It is not a permanent sort of thing, but I am very good at it..."

>His fingers brush against your sensitive slit and make you quiver with anticipation

>It probes around for a moment and you feel it right at the tip of your warm entrance

>Your tongue traces your lips as you ready to feel something slide into you

>Anon suddenly stands, much to your dismay, and leaves you in the tub with a burning new problem

>You look up to see his maleness pass just inches from your muzzle as he exits the tub

>"Come."

>He grabs a towel and exits the bathroom

>You groan to yourself as you follow him

"I was trying..."

>You stomp out into the cool air and try to maintain your composure

>Anon stands before you with a long, dark purple band in his hand

>"This is the wrap we use. Turn around, please."

>You do as commanded, not entirely sure what to think

>Again you feel Anon's strong hand grip your dock

>It feels so good and you try to calm yourself

>The piece of cloth lays across you back and Anon begins to wrap up your tail

>You feel a little tugging sensation as he begins to fold your long tail in half and ties up the first bundle

>Pull after agonizing pull makes you whine as your body drips down your haunches

>What you wouldn't give for Anonymous to just shove his fingers in you right now

>Time passes and you continue to moan until the last of the binding is placed

>Anon gives it a short tug and you almost lose your balance in bliss

>"There we are, that didn't take too long. Hmm, something seems off..."

>You turn your head and look back at him with a hint of concern before his hand sweeps around and strikes your rump

>It is impossible at that point to suppress a guttural moan and you feel a heavy drip fall from your puffy nethers

>"... Ah, that was the sound I was looking for! How do you feel?"

"S-So hot... Anon, stop teasing me already!"

>"I meant about the tail binding?"

>You are desperate now and lunge backwards into him

>Warm skin rubs against your wet snatch and you moan happily

>"Eager tonight... I would hate to keep a lady waiting."

>Anon lifts your tail easily in its new casing and rubs a finger under your boiling marehood

>You await a finger or two, but are surprised to feel something cool and wet first

"Ah~! That tongue... Oh, Celestia, that tongue!"

>You greedily back up into his face in an effort to feel his warm mouth on your horny lips

"Deeper, please... I need this so bad..."

>His hands spread your backside widely and he works you over like an ice cream treat

>Anon plants one delicious, sloppy kiss after another against your drooling hole without rest and you hump back with as much effort

>Your stomach tightens up a little and your rump tenses, but Anon doesn't slow

>With a grunt and a pop, Anon makes you hit your peak

>Your mind swims as you twitch and sputter against Anon

>He continues to suck and drink from you as if you were the last drop of water in the canteen

>Your spazzing body can barely stand as soft lips press hungrily into your slick crevice and a firm tongue cleans your insides

>As your wellspring slows to a trickle, Anon sits up and smiles

>He wipes his face on his arm and looks you over

"Oh... my... Can't breathe..."

>"Glad you enjoyed it. You taste like distilled apple juice... I do so love apple juice."

>You want to say something right now, but your voice is useless

>It takes a few moments, but you eventual get your neck to crane enough to see Anon smiling at you

"Do you... Do you want something? I... I'm your... your caretaker..."

>You pant roughly, but try to look enticing all the same

>"I am not certain, actually. How are you feeling?"

"So good... my skin's on fire."

>"I suppose the next question would be; how much further do you wish to go?"

>Your heart races for a moment and you lust addled mind screams for more without care

"Take me... I want... I want to be your mare... Make me yours."

>Anon is quiet for a moment and the seconds pass by like hours

>You think you may have went too far until you feel something warm pressing into your backside

>His imposing form easily covers your small frame and you swallow both fear and excitement in one swift gulp

>"Is this your first time?"

"Y-yes... but, I want this... I want you..."

>"I'll be gentle. If you want to stop at any time, just say so."

>You're a virgin for the next few seconds and everything seems so surreal

>The world moves in slow motion as Anon's hands grip your plush butt and you feel his thick sex for the first time

>It's hard to breathe as you anxiously wait

>With a small push, your old life is taken from you in the most beautiful way imaginable

>Anon rests inside you for the moment as your eyes cross in satisfaction

>He makes some throaty groan that almost sounds like pain before slowly pulling away

>Another push forward jiggles your body as you begin to make love for the first time in your young life

>Nothing matters at that very moment except how good and right a male feels inside

>The heat of you rubbing together ignites the deepest reaches of your body and you boil over with passion

>Every solid thrust makes your spine tingle and your wings spread painfully wide

>You want this feeling to last forever as he works deeper with each hip-shaking pump until you finally feel his waist pressing against you

>He leans over your back and you support his weight easily, even comfortably, as he pistons you for all he's worth

>You throw your head back and meet with his own

>Your enthusiasm knows no bounds as he kisses you strong and deep

>Every inch of flesh that Anon touches burns with aching need and you feel another wet orgasm building at your core

>The kiss breaks as you whinny against your own will and push out sweltering jets of maregasm

>It feels even more amazing when you realize that Anon is still pound on your body throughout it all

>There is a moment where you blank out and become one with nothingness in your mad quest for sexual enlightenment

>It lasts only so long before your hips ache and remind you of the hot invader spreading you widely

>Anon picks up his pace to a point where the sound of your moist backside echoes loudly in the quiet air until he jerks roughly and drives every inch of his love into you

>The most amazing feeling of hot spunk begins pouring into your body and Anon's hands clench your butt unreasonably tight

>He gives you a short, sharp thrust only to feel another creamy jet force itself into you

>Your belly is absolutely stuffed by the time Anon calms enough to realize how hard he's holding you

"A-Anon..."

>"Shh... Don't speak... I know just what you're thinking."

>He sits still for the moment as your vaginal muscles flex and pulsate around his thick meat

>It takes a few minutes to let him slip from you along with a pint of your combined love

"We... we're going to need to bathe again..."

>"Yes... in the morning..."

>There is no pony, or human, that you would rather have had for your first time than Anon

>You look at him with tired eyes and he smiles

"I think I love you, Anon."

>"I think I can accept that, Night."

"Promise me that when our training is over, we won't be?"

>He rubs your mane and side tenderly before kissing the back of your neck

>"Promise me you won't hate me when our training is over and we'll work something out."

>You don't think you could ever hate Anonymous

>"Oh, and since we got a little carried away, I'll remind you. Tomorrow, armour polishing on both our suits."

>Correction, you don't think you can hate him for any extended period of time

>He kisses your neck once more before lifting himself off you and you turn to him quickly

"Is it alright if we share your bed tonight?"

>He chuckles lightly

>"I'd be offended if you didn't."

>You climb onto Anon's small bed and lay down

>He works his way around you and weaves himself through your legs

>You both smell like sex, sweat and apple and it makes you sigh happily

"Goodnight, Anon."

>"Goodnight, my dear."

>Love is a strange kind of tired