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The Confrontation Story by Raziel Characters © Barcod

The sun was slowly setting, painting the long spires of Canterlot an increasingly yellow hue. Among the towers, blue-uniformed pegasi kept a constant vigil. Ever since the appearance of the Shadowbolts, the powers that be realised that things had to change, even if this meant altering tradition. It became increasingly clear that a response team was needed to counter the Shadowbolts' activities. The Wonderbolts were the obvious choice, the fastest, nimblest, and flat-out best flyers, but as elite and difficult as they were to joint, there were simply too few of them. Although it had taken a long time of deliberation, Princess Celestia eventually found a compromise that would keep both the Wonderbolts as an elite, as well as swelling their members; the requirements of becoming a 'true' Wonderbolt weren't changed; but they became deployable as a police force where needed and as such were also allowed to deputise other pegasi and giving them the opportunity to train and improve already impressive skills. On one of the towers, a pegasi emerged from a shaded entrance, squinting against the setting sun. The light coloured his short, blonde mane almost golden and his wings just as much. His white fur seemed to be bathed in an incandescent glow. He sighed. As a 'full member' of the Wonderbolts, Watchful Vigilance had faced the Shadowbolts before. In particular, one of them seemed to get a peculiar sense of pleasure to mess with him; he knew it was a female, and that she'd escaped him before through trickery. She would always taunted him all the way, all the times they'd encountered each other. There'd been reports from the Royal Guard that they'd been seen around the castle, hence the reason of a few deputies being set on the towers. Although unprofessional, he found himself wishing that it wouldn't be for nothing. Once more, he found himself hoping a chance for a rematch. As the sun finally sank below the horizon, the colours of the sky started to change. They deepened into purple as the night approached. Vigilance marched around the battlemented tower, trying to keep alert to any small sound or unusual sight. Sometimes, he caught a glimpse of another uniform on another tower, or the suit of armour from one of the Royal Guards who visited during his round.

The night darkened and the stars came out, but there wasn't any activity to be seen that seemed strange. Vigilance stifled a yawn and walked faster for a moment to literally jog himself awake. His eyes scanned the towers again and a sight brought him to a sudden halt. Something seemed odd about one of the towers; like there was something different about it compared to the other times he had laid eyes on it during his duty. He kept walking, keeping a watch on it from the corner of his eye. He felt a cold shiver shoot down his spine when he noticed movement; what he had initially taken as an example of architectural adornment or crenellation, was in fact a moving shape, slowly sidling along the spire of the tower. Vigilance looked for one of his colleagues, only to notice that there wasn't one. For some reason, the tower had been left unguarded. The reason, a sloppy change of guard, a deputy member reading the roster wrong, didn't matter. He reached for his chest, only to realise that full members weren't free from error, either; his alarm-whistle must still be lying in his room. For a moment, he hesitated. Should he leave his post, or not? The shape moved out of the shadows, momentarily bathing in starlight...or it should be, but the dark uniform seemed to swallow any light that reached it. It looked like a living shadow, and at that moment, Vigilance launched himself off the tower. The air howled in his ears before he spread his wings and let an updraft carry him most of the way. The shape glanced up in shock, somehow hearing his approach. He recognised the uniform of a Shadowbolt without doubt. The slender shape reacted immediately by diving off the tower and spreading wings of its own. Vigilance dove after it, adrenaline rushing through his form. "Oh, it's you again. Think you'll catch me this time, Wonderboy?" The teasing tone in the voice confirmed what Vigilance already suspected, and he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of a response. The ground was so close by that they could see the individual blades of grass whip past them. Vigilance had to bank slightly to carry his right wing clear of a small brush. The skill of his quarry was impeccable as always; not a single movement was anything less but exactly measured to prevent losing speed or touching obstacles. Vigilance strained to keep his focus and reflexes up to the task, following as best as he could. He'd passed the Wonderbolts trials, and he wouldn't be bested now. A realisation made him gasp; his quarry steered towards an orchard, deep shadows already among the trees. As the form dove between them, banking and shifting and twisting to avoid the trunks, ribbons of mist seemed to be drawn forth from them. Vigilance grit his teeth and strained his eyes in his effort to discern mist-bank from tree-trunk and his desire to slow down became overwhelming. But he wouldn't falter, he couldn't.

A dull thump sounded from somewhere behind, and the Shadowbolt smiled. "Nice try, blue-boy." She soared into the air, clearing the tree-trunks and flapping her wings in victory. Shame that she'd been chased off, but at the very least she hadn't been caught. Yet again she'd escaped the stalwart guard. Her heart was beating in her chest despite it all, and the tension started to drain from her body, replaced by a sudden feeling of exhaustion. The chase and controlling the mist had taken much out of her, finding herself yearning for her comfortable bed. Trusting in the cover of darkness and her uniform to hide her, she set off for home. The flight there was a vague blur, only wakening when her feet touched the stone ground of the cave she'd hidden her abode in. She landed soundlessly on the solid rock and walked inside, turning the corner that hid a surprisingly homey wooden door. Glancing behind her one last time, she sauntered into the warmly lit room, her bed beckoning her. She yawned and it was instantly stifled in her throat when she heard something behind her, just before she closed the door.

The door flew open when someone ran into it, sending her sprawling onto the bed she was heading to. "Gotcha!" She had to blink away the daze, but the nearly entirely blue form left little to guess who she was facing. She immediately bounced back up, dodging and weaving to get past him, but without the currents under her wings, she felt awkward and slow. So was he, but not nearly as much. Vigilance could sense her intent, her body-language betraying her feint before she properly made it. An arm slipped around her shoulder as she attempted to dive under it, and her own momentum was used against her as he flung her back into the room again. She went sprawling on the bed again, and this time he wasn't about to let her escape and dove after her, pinning her down by the wrists. She squirmed, but quickly realised she wasn't going anywhere. Her mind worked in odd ways at that particular moment, and she blurted out the first thing that came to her mind. "How did you..." "That thump you heard? That was just the sound of a simple buck against a tree. You got sloppy thi-" Vigilance's voice was caught in his throat when she struggled, suddenly needing to keep his attention at restraining her. Something made him grasp at her mask, pulling it off in the struggle. The sight made him freeze up for a moment; the long, navy blue manes half-covered a remarkably pretty face with eyes that were so red that they seemed to shine. She stared up at him with defiance written on her features. Vigilance finally caught his breath. "Anything to say for yourself, Shadowbolt?" Her eyes remained fixed on him, and her teeth bared into a grin. "Yes. Don't turn me in." Vigilance shook his head. "That's it, that's what you have to say for yourself? You go around trying to get into the castle, intent on causing Celestia-knows-what kind of mischief, and then expect to be let off?" He took his own mask and goggles off in a burst of anger. She faced it head-on, cutting him off before he could voice his rebuke. "Yes, exactly. Is it wrong for little Night Flight to seek some excitement? All those high and mighty Wonderbolts...well I showed you, didn't I? How often did we meet before? Five times? I made you eat mist in four of those encounters. I deserve to be let go on those grounds alone if I agree to not tell anyone I beat you. Repeatedly."

Vigilance closed in on her, leaning over her and staring into her eyes. In turn, she saw how deep-blue his eyes were, noticing their beauty despite the less-than-fortunate circumstance. At that moment, Vigilance realised that he had no clue how to deal with the situation, the sheer unexpected anger of his quarry, her unfailing defiance and a strange sense of grudging respect at her evading him those times before causing him to draw a mental blank. Neither seemed to want to move. As the stalemate went on, Vigilance couldn't prevent his eyes wandering downward for a brief moment, drawn towards the movement of her chest. A perfect pair of breasts, confined within a tight uniform, rose and fell gently. He wasn't sure if nature had been that kind to her or if it was the uniform that made their presence so emphatic. A lump formed in his throat when he realised someone would have to say something. He barely even realised Flight's arm slipping out of his hand, his grip weakened by uncertainty. Her hand stroked his cheek gently, brushing his white fur. "Come on Vigi, you don't want to turn me in. Just let me go. Who else is going to keep you on your toes?" He leaned closer, the presumption igniting some remaining cinders of anger. "Give me one good reason."

And then her lips were suddenly on him. She had a lovely, sweet taste that made him shudder. She leaned back and grinned wickedly. "I can think of a few I could give you right now." Before he could respond, she kissed him again. He tried to pull away, but she simply moved with him, tracing a few kisses along his cheek to his ear. "Give in. You know you want this." He shivered when she gently suckled his ear, melting his resistance. Then she bit down carefully but firmly, making him tense and forcing him to move with her as she laid back down. She leaned back and eyed him. "You're still as cute as ever...do they select Wonderbolts on looks, too?" "I...No!" "Could've fooled me." Her eyes suddenly caught the growing bulge in his uniform; while it wasn't as tight as hers was, it was still very revealing. Further, it was quite obvious that he was hiding plenty in there. "Could've definitely fooled me." Flight bit her lip seductively, "Hmm...something tells me it's been a while since you last had a chance to use this thing." She extended her legs downwards and pressed gently on the forming bulge, making Vigilance gasp at the touch. Her hands started to unzip the uniform, baring her dark-blue fur to him, and revealing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath save a tiny set of panties. A tuft of darker hair poked out above them. Vigilance shook his head. "Stop, it's not..." Flight leaned forward and pressed her lips on him again, pressing her tongue inside and in a reflex, Vigilance felt himself reciprocate. He kissed her like he hadn't kissed any mare before, his tongue struggling with hers as if he couldn't get enough of her flavour. He felt his hands curl around the shoulder part of her uniform and started to peel it off, while his tongue started to work its way downwards. She moaned as he worked his tongue around her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard nubs before sliding his way ever further downwards, letting his peeling fingers lead the way. In the back of his mind, a voice was yelling at him in protest on how he's getting played, but a louder voice told him that he didn't care. The uniform peeled off so easily that he continued past her panties, tenderly kissing his way down along it and past thighs on his way down. He noted the slight, wet spot of deeper pink on the panties and grinned to himself on the way down. Eventually the uniform came off entirely, revealing a set of small socks.

He backed away for a moment when she extended her toes at him, wriggling seductively. Vigilance didn't need further encouragement to press his tongue against it. It still tasted like her somehow and he revelled in the squirming he caused in her. As she squirmed, he couldn't help but notice how her panties were becoming increasingly see-through. The image alone made him thirst. His hands reached up and curled into her panties, pulling them down as he hoisted himself up. At the same moment, Flight's hands reached down, grasping him with the intent of pushing him down. Her back arched when Vigilance's rough tongue rubbed strongly on her clit, before fasting his mouth to it and suckling it like a teat. He felt her thick, curly pubes tickle against his lips, the feeling intensifying as she shuddered with it. He felt how her liquids spilled into her mouth and drank the sweet nectar eagerly. Further below, he could feel how his members started to strain against the increasingly tight uniform with nowhere to go. His tongue rubbed through her pubes, letting it tickle the sensitive tissue and picking up the flavour permeating it. Flight had to force herself to lie still when she felt his tongue travel down even further, tracing down the perineum. She felt a strange pressure when his tongue reached it intended destination and he pressed hard, forcing the tip of his tongue into her twitching anus.

Flight gasped at the sensation as he licked her down there, desperate to turn the tables and take the reins. "Take my socks off..." Vigilance leaned back, and felt his body respond to the request before he could, slowly peeling them off with his teeth. Enticed by the sight, he started to suckle and lick on her soft, lithe feet. Flight giggled when she felt his tongue circling and sliding along the soles of her feet. Her heel, her ankle, every part of her feet was treated with utmost care and reverence. Then she pushed one of her feet out, gently placing it on his nose and pushing him away until he sat upright. Her nimble, hoofed toes pressed against his chest, and skilfully pulled the zipper on his uniform downwards. He felt his face heat up when his member, already swollen and partially flared, flopped out. He gasped when her feet wrapped around it and started working their way along his shaft. Vigilance squirmed as his member swelled even further with the sensation and started dripping pre on her belly. Flight grinned as she felt the warmth of it spread through her fur and kept her eyes locked at his flare growing steadily larger. Vigilance's chest heaved in pleasure and his hips started to slowly thrust with desire. He tensed up when he felt a rough toe-tip brush along his gonads, toying with them and flicking at them as they dangled heavily out of his uniform.

Suddenly the feet disappeared, making him moan as Flight dragged them along the full length of him. Before the hot spike of that sensation sank, it was replaced by something else. She winked up at him as her tongue traced along the underside of his throbbing member, the pressure in his underbelly already building. The flared tip was too big to fit into her mouth anymore, and instead she gingerly lapped, licked and rubbed it along the contours, teasing the sensitive edge and turning the drip of pre into a constant stream. She could taste it as it ran along the underside. Vigilance clenched his hands into fists as he groaned, resisting as much as he could and turning his focus away and squeezing his eyes shut to lock out the scene. It took a moment for him to realise the sensation stopped once again, enticing him into opening his eyes.

Flight was on her back, legs spread invitingly. Vigilance responded immediately and pressed his member against her dark, curly pubes. A whinny escaped from his throat when he felt the ticklish sensation of it, amplified by dozens from the sensitivity of his member. Her fur became further slicked with his pre, giving it a lustful gleam as his member rubbed back and forth over it. Her back curled and her tail trashed when his member rubbed along her clit sometimes, sending her desire to new heights. She tilted and twisted her hips to press against him and felt herself hoping he'd slip and plunge. She knew her wish was granted when she felt strong hands around her ankles and spreading her wide. Her eyes lit up wickedly. "Show me what you've got, wonder boy." Vigilance snorted when he plunged in, his flare stretching her obscenely and making her yell out in pleasure as she felt him fill her completely. Without a moment to grow accustomed to him filling her, he started thrusting at her with mad, bucking movements as if he tried to drive her into the mattress. He brought her legs together again, groaning with the pleasure of increased pressure around him, and then extended his tongue to her lovely feet. Flight curled her fingers into the sheets and squirmed at the multitude of sensations assaulting her; the tickle under her feet, the member filling her, the flare rubbing inside on all the right places and his balls slapping against her. It was overwhelming.

Neither she nor Vigilance realised what had happened, or how. There was a whirl of movement and Vigilance was on his back suddenly, Flight riding him with wild abandon and her feet still at his lips. He bucked with her movements, making her bounce up and down as she squealed and whinnied is pleasure. She tightened around him even further, her movements milking him when she was already nearly overflowing with his clear pre. She recognised his groans and squeezed her inner muscles tight as she kept riding him like a stallion that needed to be broken. His member throbbed and spasmed so hard that Flight felt it and Vigilance came shudderingly. A violent spray of seed filled her, gushing out as she kept bouncing on him and milking him for all he was worth even as his white mirth started to ooze into her pubic hair. "Ooh, you're definitely Wonderbolt material there!" Flight yelled out and let her own tension go in a shuddering orgasm, fulfilled in every way.

She let herself slide off him, ignoring the mess she was causing by that mere action. Vigilance didn't move and he simply stared at the ceiling with a goofy but pleased grin on his face. "So, still going to turn me in?" Vigilance honestly did not care about that anymore and simply kept smiling up at the ceiling. "Don't think so." Flight leaned in and kissed him gently, tickling him under the chin. "Thanks, Wonderboy. I knew I'd be able to convince you."

He wasn't sure how much time had passed. It took the feeling of cold metal on his wrists and the sudden mechanical click only barely snapped him out of it. He stared accusingly at the handcuffs, and then at Night Flight. She shrugged. "Didn't think I'd let you go so easily? I'm getting cleaned up for round 2. Hope you're ready to explore a few things that are a bit more...kinky. See you in a few, Wonder-boy." She slid out of bed, still oozing his leavings and the white liquid sticking visibly to her pubes, and disappeared into the bathroom. Vigilance felt he should be enraged, livid about his manipulation...and yet he couldn't manage anything but a shrug when the sense of fulfilment washed over him again. "I guess I did catch her, anyway."