And another uneventful night shift starts for you. One would think being part of the royal guards would mean action and excitement on a daily basis or at least weekly. You even started taking night shifts but those were even quieter. Sure, when Canterlot gets attacked by Discord or changelings there´s something to do, but those rare occurances occure rarely. Only thing keeping the shifts even remotely entertaining is--

"Guys, the Luna guards are getting chosen!"

Right on time! As on cue, you and the other stallions in the room storm outside to form a line of guard ponies. After a synched salute the sudden commotion turns into dead silence. As you have your chin raised and stare into the distance you hear faint steps coming your way. Slowly and steadily they come your way.

Not trying to lose your grace you try eyeing at the nearing pony, though simply watching out of the corner of your eye does barely give you any more interesting to look at. It being night makes the attempt even more fruitless. With a sigh you admit defeat and just picture the approaching pony princess. That´s probably what most of your comrades do anyway.

So, where to start? Her lucious etherial flowing mane? The natural cute expression in her face? The reflection of the starry sky in her huge blue eyes? Yeah, yeah, those were all good assets, but the best one has gotta be... well, her butt. There´s no denying in it. Everypony knows the royal sisters got some serious junk in their trunks. If you´re more into the promiscuitive, seducing, sultry type, you´d dig Celestia. If you´re more into the cuter, more innocent type you´d usually tend to Luna. Either way you can´t go wrong with either. Just imagining her blue chubby cheeks shifting at every step. The perfectly round mounds of soft flesh rubbing against each other. Hmm~ Getting a hold of her royal blue and dive right into her--

“And this one.” a feminine voice snaps you out of your daydream.

“Wha-- err, me?!” you ask with a blush and baffled expression, trying to turn it into a nonchalant smirk. Yeah, yeah, YEEEAAH! Your mind runs a mile an hour. You get to be part of Princess Luna´s nightly guard, giving you plenty of opportunities to check out her a--

“No,” interrupts the royalty your thought train again, “the guard next to you.”

Well that´s been a kick in the guts. Seeing the pony referred to crack a grin your way doesn´t help you either. It doesn´t really add to the shame, you know it´s her choice so he has nothing to do with--fuck this guy! Hope he gets mauled by fucking Diamond Dogs!

“Besides,” the mare advises you, “you bedewed your face.”.

As the chosen ponies follow the rhytmically swaying blue hips, you wipe the trail of drool off of your face.

One of the remaining ponies points out to you the reason you were overlooked again: “You´re a bucking moron.”

Sigh. “Thanks Frank, that’s just what I needed right now.” You look over to get a last glimpse of hers, but the colts cover her behind so effectively you could might as well shoot at them and Luna wouldn´t notice.

“Guys,” an armored colt rushes at you, “we have intruders!”

“Intruders?” You ask. “What kind of?”

“Foreigners.”

That´s a pleasant change. Might be dragons. Might be terrorists. Agents? Whatever they are, thank Celestia it happened on your shift.

“What do you mean loitering?”

“A group of drunk beatniks sneaked their way into Canterlot.” You´re supervisor briefs you, “So far we only caught one of them.”

“...That is much less exciting than I expected.”

“Did you say something soldier?”

“No sir.” You sound saluting.

“Then get into the interrogation room and see if you can get more information out of the suspect.”

“Y-yes sir!” Well, an interrogation scene is not something everypony gets to do. Might be fun. In the movies it usually is. You prepare to dive into unknown waters.

You slowly and confidently push open the door, wearing sunglasses, equipped with a mug, and a cigarette hanging in the corner of your mouth. As you take an ocular scan of your suspect, you hear supressed laughter.

Something funny, miss? was what was on your mind but you simply adressed the elephant in the room. “You´re a gryphon?! Shiiiit, my friends won´t believe me when I tell them I spent the night with a gryphon lady.”

The gryphon stares perplexed at you, while you noticed that you totally lost your cool just there, but how could you blame yourself? Gryphons are such a bombshell species. Pretty much everycolt´s fantasy is it to bang at least one. And it´s not just the guys, even the mares want to be so gryphon they dress and behave like they were some. Only few get the curves and legs to even compare. It´s like someone wanted gryphons to be the sexier species from the get-go. If you wanna impress her you gotta toughen up. I mean, if I wanna get something out of her, then I gotta toughen up.

You ignore the last seconds and mutely sit down, facing the mystical hybrid. You place your mug on the table and take a deep breath before you exhale. You give her another ocular scan.

The things she could do with these talons. I mean a hoofjob is one thing, but a talonjob? You don´t even know if you could compare those two. The beak keeps you worried though. Wouldn´t that razor sharp beak shredder your thing? Hmmm... It still sounds somewhat intriguing.

“Yo, dipshit!” Once again does a female voice interrupt your fantasies. “If you wanna interrogate you need to say something!”

“Ah, ya... sorry.” You grab for pen and paper. “So, what´s your name?”

She replies with a sigh.

“... Something wrong?”

“Are you dweebs so half-assed that you don´t even need to read to get your jobs?”

You respond in clueless blinking.

She immediately gets irate and slams on the table. “It´s the only thing written on your notes!”

Yikes! She is short-tempered. You slowly grab that paper and read out what it says. “G-gilda.”

“So you dweebs can read. Guess you´re not a complete waste.” She deduces with a smile.

Worried about you making it through this interrogation unscathed you make sure not to ask anymore redundant questions. So, err... “What were you doing so close to the castle at night?”

“What do you think I did?”

“Dunno. Maybe you hate the royals and you wanted to spray some tag on the castle walls. “

“What a waste of time and life.”

“Yeah, tell me about it... So... you were just gonna hang out with some guys at night? What for?”

“To get wasted and fucked, Sherlock.”

“...Cool, cool.... Y-you serious?”

“You don´t get around much, do you?"

“M-my job really is keeping me from going out... lately." You hope she believes you that one. “So where are you friends now?"

“Fuck if I know! They heard you coming and that faggot tossed me on the ground and left. I hope those guys get hung."

“Equestria abolished death penalty."

“Still would´ve been fun to watch. Fucking pussy state."

You nod reluctantly as you wonder what else you could ask. The avian drops her head into her hands and sighs. “You have any clue where the others are? Maybe they--”

“You have a dick, right?”

Not sure if you understood the question right or where that even came from your reply is “Yes!”

She raises her head at you. “And you pones totally dig gryphons, right?”

You frantically nod.

“Then how about we skip the chit-chat and just get to the point?”

You´re not sure if she´s rusing you or being sincere so you ask “Why?”

“I came here to fuck not too chatter so eat me. Now!” The fowl suspect spreads her legs in a welcoming manner, emphasizing hereby on the “Now!”

As you try weighing out the cons and pros on ditching the interrogation and doing that chick, you barely notice how quickly the distance between the two of you decreased. You lunge lambenting at her pussy before you feel her talon wrap around your muzzle. “Nuh uh,” you hear the predator intervene, “you´re gonna rim me!” as she guides your mouth lower. You never tried rimming before. Isn´t it--Fuck it! Do you really need to rationalize everything? Just go with it for once.

You place your tongue under her tail and drag it across her asshole. It tasted far less intense than you expected. Not even that bad. As you go for seconds and thirds you hear her laugh: “I can´t believe you´re licking my ass”, her voice shaking as she says it almost turning into a croak, “you d-dweeb!”

As you start to get a hang of it a new aroma comes to your tongue. Sour. You look upwards to see her increasingly get wetter from your tonguejob. You aim higher to reap the fruits of your endeavours. She jerks as you slurp her pussy. It´s so cute to hear the mad beast from minutes ago now literally purr at your every move. You shut your eyes and let yourself merely get guided by her taste and your drive. Your lingua lunges smoothly into her folds, letting you feel her convulsions and anticipate the joy she must feel.

As you intend to dive deeper into the wet, you feel her grabbing around your face again and pulling it away. D-did you do something wrong? Your eyes open and as you look for answers you see the sultry seductress smirk at you. She tosses you on your back and grabs straight for your manhood. “I swear you guys got more cock than you deserve.”, she admires as her hand pumps steadily away.

You haven´t even noticed how aroused you got by eating her out, but the trail of pre -she skillfully uses to lube your cock with- doesn´t lie. And fuck! You were right. The talonjob is out of this world compared to hoofjobs. You sit up to admire the dexterity she uses to jerk you off with. Now you know why Lyra is digging hands so much. Unf~

You eagerly hump into her jerking motions. So close to the release. You feel her grip tighten and throw your head back. A ... sort of satisfied moan comes over your lips. As you check for Gilda ... she doesn´t look too happy either.

“Hey,” hissing in her harsh tone, “did I allow you to cum alone?”, her hand has tightened around your base, preventing you efficiently from blowing your load. A little light headed you watch her draw circles across your dick. That mix of pain the claws provide but tender, gentle pleasuring you get as she runs it over your tip. It really adds to the aftergloom.

As you manage to think straight again you conclude that her amazing reflexes, must have been the result of a good share of unrewarded nights. Well, “This won´t be one of those. “ you claim. You get up and mount that beddable bird-beast. With a grin she lets off of your cock and watches it spew the previous load. That should do as lube. You spread her warm furry cheeks and grind your stallionhood up her crevice. A deep long purr echoes through the room. Her soothing purrs sure help you know exactly what to do next. As for now, enjoying her massive ass wiggle back against your lap. Feeling her tush twerk around your member. God does she have control over her ass. It´s like her cushiony mounds are about to jerk you off.

You pull out of the grab and aim for her pucker. It warmly welcomes your cum-slicked rod. Oh sweet Celestia is she hot and tight. It may feel primitive but you can´t do other but groan as you thrust into her ass. Hearing Gilda moan underneath your thrust could have been motivation enough for you to pick up your pounding pace but you aren´t complaining. Gilda pushes herself off of the ground to let you go ballsdeep into her ass. Fuck! What a lady! What a feeling. What an ass!

You hear her voice shaking as much as her ass “C-c-cu-cum alreadyyyyy!” You don´t know if it´s the gentleman in you or you if just submissed to her but as she says those words you fill her rear up with what feels like a torrent of jizz. Her eagle-lioness-esque orgasm roar completyl overshadows your grunts. Maybe even for the better. As for now you collapse over her in the bliss of the moment. She throws you a voluptous look as she keeps wiggling her ass into your crotch. Probably eager to get even the last drops out of you. God do you feel cosy with her.

“Guess tonight wasn´t a complete waste.” She giggles at you.

You lay an arm around her and nod, “Right.”

“You guys don´t tape what happens in here, right?”

You look up to see the surveilance cam in the corner of the room. You smile and say “Nope.” before snuggling unto the tamed beast.

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