Endurance

"So, let's talk." Black Wisp said, walking up to the Royal Guard. "Starting from what I think of this. While I wouldn't normally be pissed off when having to buck a pony, it kind of lost its' appeal when you started leaving me bleeding. Meanwhile, every time you've been here, you have not once referred to me as anything but 'changeling'.

"So, I am going to set some new rules."  Wisp said, poking him in the chest while her Timberwolves watched on. "Rule number one: My name is Black Wisp, and I expect you to use it. I am not some damned nameless drone, and I am a bucking female, not an 'it'. Do you understand?"

"Crystal clear." The unicorn growled, glaring at her.

"Rule number two: I am not a bucking toy. If you hit me hard enough, it will do damage." Wisp said, poking him in the chest again. "While I don't mind it at all if you're rough, keep in mind that I am not made of iron."

"You know that, at any point, I can just call over half of the guard." The unicorn threatened.

"And what will they say when they learned you thought with your cock, bucked me, and then let me live?" Wisp countered. "Yes, they will kill me, likely painfully, but you will probably suffer a similar fate. Not all of the soldiers in your unit will care only about bucking me enough to let me live, and quite a few would probably run you through with spear the moment they learned of what you did.

"So yes, you have me by the neck, and I have you by the balls." Wisp crudely finished.

"What an elegant way of putting it." The unicorn said sarcastically. "If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to go now and explain to my captain that I was attacked by Timberwolves, and not a depraved changeling."

"You're calling me depraved?" Wisp rhetorically asked. "Even if I have been with more mares that you ever will, you are still the one who wanted to buck me instead of spearing me."

"Watch your tongue. You'll be using it tomorrow." The unicorn said as her Timberwolves backed away.

"Ah, off with you." Black Wisp replied as the unicorn turned around and started walking away. "I don't want to see you here until tomorrow. If I do, I'll assume you're the romantic type."

"Not in a hundred years. Buck yourself." The unicorn said, still walking away.

"And you..." She said, turning to her Timberwolves. "Go off somewhere and do whatever Timberwolves do. Return in a couple days."

The Timberwolves bowed their heads down before scampering off into the woods, leaving the changeling alone. In the middle of a clearing. With nothing else to do.

"Buck it, I might as well just sleep until tomorrow." She grumbled, flying up to her platform and wrapping her blanket around her like a cocoon, her mind still ablaze with thought.