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I’ve had my share of suitors. Even a Princess have carnal needs. The trouble with courting a Princess is that a stallion would have to meet a certain criteria, first and foremost being of royal blood. I could not complain. I love meeting royal suitors. It’s fun to mess with them and find the stick up their butts! But none of them were romantic lovers. They were powerful but in the sense that they felt entitled to whatever they want. They would have their way with me but I would never let them finish! They bored me.

Suitors aside, there was a guard I had a fling with and quite the fling it was! He was around my age at the time. He was quite the rapscallion. He never cut his mane and never stood up straight. I first meet him when he stood guard by the main entrance of our castle. He looked so sloppy. It was disgraceful! I was still young so I had no say on the operations of the royal guard. But I hoped I didn’t have him in my personal guard rotations. Lo and Behold he was transferred to my rotation two days later! I couldn’t even bare looking at him. He knew I didn’t like him. He would often drag his hooves just to spite me.

One day he accompanied me to the sculpture garden. No Pony was there except me and him. After a while of walking I rested a spell by a fountain. He got upset because I wanted to rest. I quickly reminded him of his place but that only made him more upset. He called me pampered and weak and he said that my mane looked like week old cotton candy! He kept calling me hurtful names so I just ran away. I deliberately lost myself in the maze. I didn’t want him to find me. I just wanted to be alone and cry into my wing.

Before I knew it, a thunderstorm fell upon Canterlot. I had to find shelter immediately but I was lost. I would be putting myself in danger if I flew and I hadn’t mastered teleporting quite yet. I took my chances and flew up to see where I was. I saw the guard. He was looking for me. Before I could call out to him I was struck by lightning on my left wing. I remember dropping like a rock before I lost consciousness. I woke up in a garden shed. I was very sore. My wounds were aided and I was wrapped in blankets.

I saw the guard sleeping on the floor in front of me like a dog at the foot of its master. I was smiling at him. He was very handsome. His armor was off and placed aside by the door of the shed. He was still wet from the rain. Beads of water hugged the contours and crevasses of his tight muscular body. I stole a peek of his flank. It looked so firm. I wanted to touch it. When my eyes wandered back to his face I saw that he was awake. He was staring daggers at me. I asked him “What is your problem?”

“I had to save your weak, reckless plot from 4 story fall. That’s my problem!”

Even in this moment we argued. He called me a stupid filly to my face and I struck him. It was the only way I could get him to be silent. But he responded with a glare. His deep turquoise eyes peered deep into mine. They were gorgeous. I couldn’t help myself. My eyes fell to his lips and then they were close. I kissed him. Then he backed away. He wore a confused expression on his face. He didn’t say a word. I grew angry with him. He began to say something and I struck him again. He began warning me not to do it again but I struck him before he could finish a sentence. He glared at me again with those ferocious turquoise eyes.

“Shut up and take me,” I said.

He did take me. He flipped me over like a log, knowing I was still sore. Everytime I moaned in pain he told me to shut up. But he would make it up to me by licking the inside of my thighs as if the were giant ice cream cones. He gently licked all the way down to my mare flower. He worked his way from the outside wall to the inner walls. Just with his tongue he went so deep inside me. He rolled me over on my belly again. He then applied pressure to my wing. I screamed in agony but he was hoofing me from behind. I never knew pain could feel so good.

He stuck his tongue in me from behind, licking me from front to back. Each stroke he dug deeper and deeper inside of me. He then pulled away. I had a feeling of what he was about to do next. I braced myself for it. He tested the waters first by letting me feel the head. It was so warm and so big. He slowly stuck it in spreading the walls far apart from each other. I almost couldn’t take it. He stopped to place his hooves on my royal rear and after a short pause he conquered me with brute force! He jammed his cock deep inside, deeper than any suitor could go. It was a very tight fit. I screamed so loud as his stallionhood went in and out of me. It was such a rush that I let out the loudest scream I could before I came! It felt so good! But he still kept ramming me. He went even faster than before. My body ached with pain and ecstasy. He told me that he was about to come. I turned over and told him to come on my breasts. His hot pearly cream spilled all over me like a hot sugar glaze. I licked the rest of the cum off of him. He was so well endowed I couldn't believe he managed to fit all of it inside me. We cuddled for a little while before we started again. It felt as amazing as the first time. I felt his hate for me and he felt my disgust for him, and that is what kept us going for hours. For a month we would meet each other at that garden shed for a romp. He has never failed to satisfy me. But one day he didn’t show up. I’ve learned he was transferred to our dragon guard to assist with slaying pesky dragons. It was practically a death sentence! It was an order by my father. Apparently he found out how I’ve been spending my afternoons, and my evenings, and also my nights and then sometimes my mornings! He quickly put an end to all of that. I was told one day that his entire unit did not return from a hunt and that the dragon devoured them all…

I like to imagine that he escaped the dragon’s clutches and managed to escape. He was a clever, tactful lover. He could tame anything he wanted!