Behind the curtain

Daring found herself dragged through the stone corridors of the great hall by the stallion with the red paint over his eyes. "Take it easy!" Daring pulled herself free of the stallion. "What the heck do you think you're doing!?"

York turned around slowly before staring at Daring. "Just be quiet and follow me." York waited until Daring eventually complied, walking her towards his quarters. "Your master wanted me to commit a lewd act, something about you not shutting up."

Daring took a few steps back. "Wait- you're gonna- Oh no you're not!"

York just looked at her annoyed. "Oh calm down, you're not exactly appealing to me."

"I bet you'd like- wait what?" Daring snapped her head towards York, running after him and walking backwards in front of him. "What's that supposed to mean!?"

York nudged past her. Leaving Daring blinking in the corridor. "You just don't appeal to me."

Daring was growing indignant as she ran after him. "Is it because I have wings!?"

"No."

"Because I'm not an earth pony?"

"No." York and Daring made it to his quarters and pushed inside. "Find a cot and get some sleep. If the boy asked you were rutted like a lusty maid." York hopped up into a large bed and laid on his side.

Daring stared at him for a few moments, eventually looking around the room and walking over to the edge of his bed. "Why don't you want me? I mean...you can't have me, but I mean-"

York snapped his head out of the bed, staring angrily at Daring. "Oh, a bit sad you're not the best looking pony in the land? Used to getting the attention of all the stallions hmm?"

Daring felt her face contort as she sat on her haunches. "It's just not...I mean, normally ponies are all over me...."

"Pride will do you no favors." York laid his head back down. "Just understand you have nothing I want."

Daring sat quietly. "So uh...why?"

York popped his eyes open and stared at the wall. "Are you still on about this?"

"It's not normal!"

York rolled his head to meet her's. "No...I'm not normal. Your kind has nothing I want."

Daring thought for a moment, her kind? "Wait...are you-"

"And you will keep your mouth shut about it." York snorted indignantly.

"Oooh...huh." Daring looked around the room. "So uh...yeah." she climbed into bed next to York and snuggled close to him.

"What in the name of Tartarus are you doing?"

"Cold." Daring mumbled.

York gave a long sigh. "Fine, but if you try and touch me I will throw you into the street and put you in stocks." York noted curtly as he pulled Daring against his chest.

Daring felt nice and warm as she huddled herself against the large stallion. "So does your boss know?"

York's mouth went dry. "No, and I'd prefer if you kept it to yourself."

Daring nodded, grinding her head against York's chest. "I don't think the kid will care."

York grumbled. "I'm sure he won't...it won't come up."

Things got quiet in the dark room. Daring eventually jerked her head upright at the feeling of York's member on her undercarriage. "Uh...I though-"

"Thinking about yesterday...."

Daring's eyes went wide. "Are you- Skane?"

York shifted uncomfortably. "Tell no one, or I may see fit to forgo my exceptions just to rend your arse anew."

Daring pushed off York a little. "Oh calm down. But I'm sorry to say he-"

"With the slave girl, I know." York closed his eyes. "I am well aware. He's also a priest so I have no expectations." The duo drifted to sleep. "Ma'am...when we wake up I need you to walk with a limp. Put on a show."

Daring rolled her eyes. "You rutted me like a lusty mare in heat. I wailed like a school filly when you pushed it inside. That good enough?"

York laughed. "Should be. Now get some rest."