“Celestia damn you, Blueblood!”

Daniel jerked his head up as a furious female cry echoed through the alleyway forming a dark, twisted, artificial canyon around him. He was in Manehatten on assignment for Princess Luna, and hadn’t expected anything more exciting for the rest of his evening than a few glasses of cider in the pub of La Stella Mare, the inn that marked the entrance to Manehatten’s lower class district. He certainly hadn’t expected a vaguely familiar female voice to be shouting.

“Celestia damn you, and your Saddle Arabian whore!”

He was only a few turns away from the entrance to Stella. It was very late, maybe two in the morning, and the mare’s distinctive shouting had disturbed a dog into barking. At least, he hoped it was a dog; in an area like this, one never really knew. If she kept shouting like this, the mare would draw attention. Possibly unwanted attention, such as the ponies he’d been sent to track down and arrest. Lured by her sobbing, Daniel warily approached the figure huddled next to a rain barrel in the lee of one of the shops. It could be a trap, using a helpless mare as bait and wait for a caring stallion, or in his case human, to offer his help. Then he would be jumped, overpowered and robbed. In this case, however, his gut told him everything would be fine.

The mare jerked abruptly when he came within ten feet of her, hands scrabbling into her clothes, she whimpered and pressed her back against the wall, trying to get away from him.

“D-Don’t hurt me! Please, don’t!”

He knew that voice, and he knew that face, her speech impediment was a dead giveaway: Fleetfoot. Her features were delicate, her white mane stuck up in the air like it usually does, however this time it lacked its pampered state and was instead messy and curled in a few places. A sign of irritation and stress. Tears streaked her cheeks, lit by a gas lamp at a shop entrance somewhere behind him, though with him blocking the light and his dark clothes, Daniel guessed that she couldn’t see his face.

“D-Don’t hurt me,” she whispered, cringing as he took another step closer.

Pity was not a comfortable feeling. But Daniel couldn’t help it; she was clearly in distress, a mess from whatever had happened. He was still a man and human so upon seeing a distressed mare, regardless of actually knowing her or not, he felt compelled to help her.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured, shifting forward. She flinched, eyes wide with panic, wings poised to take off. He froze in place, trying to soothe her with his voice. “I’m not going to hurt you, Fleetfoot; I just want to see if you’re alright.”

“How…” She had to stop and sniff hard to clear her nose of the tears draining into it. “How d-do you know my n-name?”

A door opened. Interrupted before he could speak, Daniel glanced towards the sound, mindful of the mare at his back in case this was a trap. A trio of Stallions stepped out into the cool night air. No, not a trio, Daniel realized with a disquieted feeling. A quintet. None of them were his target, but they screamed trouble to his instincts.

“Hey, what have we here?” one of the stallions said to the others, speaking in a foreign drawl. Not for the first time, Daniel praised Princess Celestia for her clever translation spell, which allowed him to hear and speak with anypony in ten different languages.

“Looks like someone’s cornered himself a victim,” another one muttered as the five stallions, mostly in their twenties like him, swerved his and Fleetfoot's way, spacing themselves out in the process.

Daniel tensed, ready to defend himself against an accusation of attempted rape. It didn’t come. Instead, three of the stallions laughed. One of the other two rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he approached. “Maybe he’ll share?”

“It would be hospitable,” another mock-agreed as his companions chuckled. “But if not, there’s only one of him, and five of us…and I don’t think the little pegasus has anywhere else to go.

Five against one. Daniel could take them all on, if he had to; he’d won against worse odds, not that he wanted to; three of the five stallions were unicorns, and a stray spell might hit the mare behind him. Even though he hadn't talked to Fleetfoot for years, Daniel felt honour-bound to protect her from these thugs.

There was only one way to win the fight without a single spell, or in his case fist being flung. Still, he wanted to avoid letting it be known that he was in town, so he tried the verbal way. “This is none of your business, gentlemen. I intend only to escort her back to the inn. I am not going to harm her… nor will I allow her to be harmed by anypony else. Go about your own business; there is nothing worth your while here.”

“There’s five of us, and only one of you,” the tallest stallion retorted, his horn glowing a pearly green. “I don’t think you could take us all on and win.”

His words had failed. Daniel lifted his free hand to his forehead with a sigh, brushing his dark locks from his forehead. “I do.” The light from the gas-lamp fell unimpeded on his face, as he reached into his pocket, illuminating the pendant in his hand, which bore Princess Luna's cutie mark. Five sets of eyes widened, and two of the stallions stumbled back a few steps. Sliding the pendant back into his pocket, Daniel eyed the quintet pointedly before addressing them.

“You will go about your business, gentlemen, and if I hear you’ve been thinking about harassing any other defenceless mares as a part of that business… it will become my business to correct your line of thought. I really don’t think you would like the way I’d do that,” he warned them softly. A sharp lift of his chin coupled with a tilt of his head silently ordered them to go. They left, eyes still wide and wary, faces pale, glancing cautiously back at him from time to time, until the shadows of the night swallowed them.

Daniel didn’t relax completely, but some of the tension left his body. Turning back to Fleetfoot, he found her staring at him, eyes wide and glistening with a combination of unshed tears and confused wonder. “Who…who are you?”

Daniel supposed it was possible she hadn’t recognized him; he was taller than when she first met him, and the dingy gas lamps in the street did little to distinguish him from a normal stallion. Still, he felt like she should’ve recognized him, even if his face was obscured by the shadows once again, he was the only human in Equestria.

Unsure exactly how to answer, definitely unsure how she would react once she knew one of her boss's old boyfriends had just saved her, he shrugged.

“…A knight. Saving damsels in distress is a part of the job description. Or so I was told. You’re staying at the inn, right?” She shook her head.

“No. Blueblood has a posh apartment at the end of Baker, that side-street over there.” Her lower lip trembled, and fresh tears glittered and seeped onto her cheeks. “But, I can’t go back there. I won’t! I won’t do what he wants me to do!”

Daniel guessed the two of them had some form of spat, and Fleetfoot had raced out of the building without stopping, having clipped her wing as she went. It was rather careless of her.

“Do you have your purse, at least?” She patted her pockets, finding a kerchief which she used to wipe at her cheeks, but shook her head.

“N-No… I just had to get out of there; I couldn’t stand being with him any longer.” Her gaze dropped to her hands, which were wringing the linen handkerchief. A short sound that wasn’t really a laugh escaped her. “I can’t go back there while he’s fucking that whore of his back in the Luna-damned parlor, no less, and yet, I don’t… I don’t have anywhere else to go, do I?”

He didn’t want to feel responsible for taking care of her, but Daniel did. It didn’t help that her declaration started the tears flowing again. Sighing, Daniel stepped closer and held out his hand.

“Come on, I’ll take you back to the inn. I don’t know if they’ll have a room, but at least I could buy you some cider.”

“Fuck cider, I wanna drown my sorrows in a bottle of whisky or three,” she muttered as she wiped at her face again. Blowing her nose, she tucked the kerchief back into her pocket and accepted his hand up. Once she was on her feet, both of them realized how petite she was in comparison; Daniel hadn’t realized how much he’d grown in comparison to her, until now. Then again, he was used to comparing himself to Celestia and Luna, who were both the tallest mares in Equestria. Fleetfoot peered at his face as they turned towards the light, but from the way she blinked and frowned, didn’t recognize him.

“A knight, you said?”

“Yeah. You wouldn’t find a regular guard stupid enough to rescue a damsel in distress,” he muttered, uncomfortable at the strangely soft look in her eyes. She sniffed.

“No. No I suppose not."

“Well, the inn’s just this way,” Daniel told her, releasing her hand to point down the street. She nodded and tried to take off in that direction before a sudden, stinging pain caused her to lose her focus and trip. He caught her hastily, snagging her against his chest before she could fall completely and hurt herself on the cobblestones lining the street.

“Dammit.” Her voice was muffled by his chest, and thick with more unshed tears. “I forgot I hurt my damn wing. It’s why I was in that alley in the first place; I couldn’t get very far.”

“Well, don’t make me out to be some sort of Prince Charming, but…” he pulled out a small amethyst gem and tapped her wing with it. Purple sparks enveloped her joint and made her stagger in his grip as a spell mended the damaged muscle tissue.

"Nngh, how did-" He cut her off before she could finish her question.

“Princess Celestia’s student, Twilight, is working on this project of hers. This gem is a prototype, they ability to carry magic around with you. It’s still in the test phase so each gem is only a one shot-one use, but it’s raw magic and it reacts to intent. I wanted to heal your wing so it did what I wanted.” He smiled reassuringly at her. “Unfortunately it can't cast really powerfull spells, so if you had actually broken your wing…” He trailed off gesturing vaguely into empty space. She nodded, then turned a questioning eye to him.

“So… ‘Prince Charming’?” Fleetfoot questioned. She shifted to his side, but didn’t remove her arm from his waist, leaning on him for moral support, if no longer for physical support.

“It’s from a tale when I was a kid, the story of Cinderella.”

“Why don’t you tell me the tale? It’ll get my mind off my troubles… hopefully.”

Wracking his memory for the story, Daniel started reciting it as well as he could remember it while he guided her down the quiet street. He was only up to the point where Cinderella had been abandoned to her housework by her cruel stepmother and stepsisters when they walked into the pub of the inn. It was fairly quiet, but there were a few customers still lingering downstairs, including the five stallions from earlier.

Guiding Fleetfoot across the far side of the room from their table, he pressed her into a booth and motioned for her to sit, then went up to the bartender and ordered two Jack Daniels on the rocks and a bowl of peanuts. Returning to his unlikely companion, Daniel sat down across from her. At a gesture from her, he continued the child’s tale, until their drinks and snack arrived. It did seem to get her mind off her troubles, so when Daniel finished the tale of Cinderella, he continued on with Snow White, then with the Little Mermaid, and Aladdin and the Magic Lamp. It felt really odd, relating fairy-tales to Fleetfoot, but aside from her seeming to show genuine interest in the stories being told, it calmed her down, and that was the important thing. Finally she sighed and wiped her fingers free of the last bit of salt.

“…No wonder you’re a knight, if this is the sort of thing you listen to while growing up.”

“Not every knight is good, Fleetfoot, I’m no exception,” Daniel chided her gently.

“Don’t I know it, I thought Blueblood was my knight in shining armor, but I’m glad I came to my senses in time to stop from making a huge mistake. I knew there was a reason why I kept putting off the wedding… Blueblood can be very charming, though. It was hard to resist him when he was charming… I’ll bet you don’t want to hear any of this.”

Morbid curiosity about any spanner thrown into the works of Blueblood happiness prompted Daniel to speak. “No, go on; you clearly need to talk to someone, and the least I can do is provide you with a sympathetic ear.”

“I don’t even know you,” she complained, eyeing him from his rumpled black hair to his shadow of facial hair and back. “I keep thinking I know you. You aren't a pony, but for the life of me I can’t quite place a name to your face.”

“Does it matter?” he countered, uncomfortable with the thought of the anticipated reaction if he told her who he was, while at the same time marveling at the thought that she still didn’t know despite him being the only human ever.

She sighed and shook her head. “I’ll figure it out, I suppose. I’m not stupid, just…tired. But I need something to call you by. How about…‘Prince Charming’? Since you did rescue me, and you’ve been incredibly patient and kind, staying with me like this.”

“I suppose ‘Prince Charming’ is alright.” Daniel didn’t bother to tell her it was mostly because of the quintet of Stallions on the other side of the room. They were still in the pub, sipping at their drinks and glancing her way from time to time. Whenever they glanced at him, their eyes would flick away, not wanting to catch his attention, but they’d linger on her. If Daniel wasn’t there, they’d probably try to hit on her, or worse. If he left her to her own devices, got her a room of her own at the inn, they might try to come looking for her. She yawned, smothering it behind her hand.

“Why don’t we take this upstairs? You can stay in my room for the night,” he offered in an undertone. At her sharp look, he promised quickly, “Knight’s honor, I’ll be a perfect gentleman. I promise.”

Strangely, that made her giggle. He didn’t know what had set her off, other than that they’d each had a couple whiskeys, and the peanuts would’ve only soaked so much of the alcohol. But they’d nursed their drinks for an hour and a half. It was almost dawn, and she should’ve been as sober as him. A glimpse of his puzzled look and she shook her head.

“Don’t ask.”

Shrugging, Daniel stood and offered his hand, politely helping her rise from the bench. Her fingers threaded through his, surprising him. She tightened her grip slightly when he started to free his hand, and flicked her gaze briefly but pointedly at the five stallions.

“So they don’t think I’m going to bed alone,” she whispered, letting him know that she was sober enough to think about more than just her own problems. She looked tired, though, and he let her hold his hand as they mounted the stairs.

His room at the inn wasn’t much; a bed, a table bearing some information on his current objective for the princess, two chairs, a dresser and a mirror. It did have a private, closet-sized bathroom, though one had to go down the hall to take a shower. He let Fleetfoot have first crack at the facilities while he tried to figure out where he would sleep. Using the half-bath when she was through, he came out to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, a lost, almost thoughtful look on her face as she stared across the room.

Despite the fact that he could only really see her profile, Daniel finally had time to take stock of her appearance. She was in glorious shape; she had to be in order to maintain her role as a Wonderbolt. She had a distinct hourglass-figure; an impressive bust for a mare her size, that, combined with a toned waist and that grade-A ass made her seem to be some kind of model. Tonight she wore her usual grey track jacket, and black yoga-style pants, which hugged her every curve from the waist down, contrasted beautifully with her white mane and tail, as well as her gorgeous sky-blue fur. Her wings were folded against her back and shifted occasionally, indicating she was lost in some line of thought. He never really noticed how beautiful she truly was, having been with Spitfire every time he had seen her; at least he knew why Blueblood had been so adamant on having her, he could hardly blame him. Daniel shook his head of those thoughts, and quickly schooled his features into something more casual.

“Um… why don’t you take the bed, and I’ll take the floor?” Daniel offered her, approaching the bed. “I’ll just need a pillow and a blanket, for myself.”

She didn’t look at him, just continued to stare at the table. Or rather, the reports for him from Princess Luna. Her lips moved, and he found himself straining to hear her barely muttered words.

“Daniel. Daniel the damn human, how could I not remember…”

“Yeah, well, if you’ve got a problem with that-”

She looked up at him with deep purple eyes, and the strange, indefinite look in them silenced him. Her gaze traveled over his face, cataloguing the differences, before she eyed him again.

“…Why? I never really talked to you that much when you dated Spitfire. I was kind of a bitch to you guys actually.”

“You needed my help,” he shrugged. “So I gave it.”

She snorted. “Only a Royal Knight would call that an explanation. And you knew who I was from practically the start, so it wasn’t a case of not knowing who I was, then carrying through anyway after you knew.”

“If I hadn’t stopped to help you, then those five stallions downstairs would’ve seen you huddled there on your own, and they would’ve done something no mare deserves having done to them, with no one around to stop them from doing it,” Daniel awkwardly pointed out, uncomfortable with the subject. “Even if they hadn’t come out and seen us, another group might’ve come along. Or even just a single stallion; you weren’t in any condition to defend yourself against a rabbit, let alone something like that. I acted to make sure that wouldn’t happen to you; it’s not that difficult to grasp.”

“I… I’m not used to anyone standing up for me, without wanting something in return.” She looked down at her hands and sighed. “Now I’m even more on my own. I need to get my things out of his place: My Wonderbolts badge, my clothes, my bits…”

Daniel, sensing she was on the verge of letting it all come out or doing something without thinking, sat beside her on the bed. Using his most gentle tone, he enquired, “What happened?”

“Blueblood got tired of waiting for me. He decided to punish me for it, too, and brought home some Saddle-Arabian whore.”

Something was missing. She was saying something, but it was too subtle for him to grasp. “What do you mean, he got tired of waiting? What was he waiting for?” Her mouth tightened briefly, before she confessed.

“Sex. Contrary to popular belief,” she added bitterly, “I’m not a whore, in the Wonderbolts. At least, not all the way.” Another short, humourless laugh escaped her. “Twenty-five and still a virgin. But who would believe it of me?” She was right; Daniel couldn’t quite believe it.

“But, er… there were rumours. About… things you’d do…”

That provided a snort. “Yeah, I know… blowjobs though, for the most part. If you’re good enough, you can suck a stallion dry and he’ll forget all about trying to fuck you. But you only get one virginity, and it still means something nowadays, even if it’s mostly a physical technicality. Blueblood didn’t want to wait any longer. He didn’t want to marry me to get it,” Fleetfoot added with a trace of returning bitterness. “He knew he’d have to sign a prenuptial; my family would never consent without all the financial matters settled on paper and signed. But he was tired of what little I’d give him, so he brought home that whore. Or maybe she’s Prench, or Finnish. I don’t know, and I don’t care anymore.”

Prench. It was a wild shot, but Daniel’s quarry was Prench. A former leak, the mare supposedly behind the invasion of Captain Shining Armor and Princess Cadence’s wedding, by dealing out information to the changeling queen. He was supposed to apprehend and haul her back to Canterlot via teleportation spell, to stand trial for her crimes. He opened his mouth to ask her the other mare’s name, but she startled the thought right out of his head.

“I didn’t give my virginity to him… but I’ll give it to you,” Fleetfoot told him, sagging his jaw with disbelief. She gave him a lopsided smile and cupped his jaw, running her thumb over the short-trimmed hairs on his face. “You’ve earned it, rescuing me like you did. And something tells me you’re not going to be interested in deflowering a virgin as a part of some stupid male bragging rights… which is one of the reasons why I kept putting it off. But you were always so good to Spitfire.”

“I… uh… that is, I… uh…”

She smiled at his patent loss of coherent thought, leaned close, and breathed against his lips. “You’re repeating yourself, Daniel.” And pressed her mouth to his.

Taken aback at the bold move, Daniel found to his surprise that she was a good kisser. It was sweet, warm, and enticing. He didn’t want to respond, exactly; she’d never been on his list of prospective dates. But it had been a while since his last significant relationship, since he wasn’t the sort to let any mares throw themselves at his body. He wasn’t into superficial relationships and yet, she smelled good, like mint and pine. She tasted a little salty, but with an underlying sweetness. And when she clung to him with her arms, she felt warm, soft, feminine, and the touch of her tongue parted his lips, allowing him to taste the faintest traces of caramel chocolate underneath the peanuts and whiskey they’d consumed. And she was sneaky, too; Daniel didn’t realize until her lips left his and kissed their way down his throat to his chest that she’d pushed him back onto the bed and unbuttoned most of his clothes.

“Fleetfoot please…”

“Mm-hmm,” she hummed, licking her way to one of his nipples. “I’ll definitely please you.”

“Please, no-I meant-” She was doing something with her teeth and his nipple that shot fire through his blood to his crotch. A fire she poured gasoline upon, by sliding one hand down to the placket of his pants, cupping his erection through the dark blue fabric. Gasping for air, trying desperately to keep from bucking into her touch, he managed, “You don’t have to do this!”

“No,” she murmured between kisses, working her way down to the ticklish line of his ribs. Still rubbing at the hardened ridge of flesh trapped in his pants “But I want to…” Fleetfoot was very determinedly unbuttoning his trousers, and pulling down the waistband of his boxers. She giggled. “Well, hello ‘Little Daniel’…hmm. I guess there’s no correlation between the size of a man’s penis and the scope of his power…given how average you are…”

That was beyond the pale! But even as he sat up to refute the damned insult, she engulfed his erection. She didn’t just take him into her mouth, she took him into her throat, to the base in one gulp. Literally. Daniel cried out, feeling her throat muscles squeezing the glans of his penis. Hot, wet, and a contrast between hard bone and soft tissue - and the way she danced her tongue along the underside caused him to buck his hips involuntarily! She bobbed and breathed, sucked and swallowed, until he thought he’d go insane with the need for release.

When she pulled back, he pried open his eyes, breathing heavily. That breath froze in his lungs at the sight that met his gaze. She’d fished a gem from his pocket. This was it; she’d brought him to the brink of masculine sanity with her incredible oral skills, and now was about to spell him to death - A flash of light, he flinched.

“There,” Fleetfoot added, tossing the now useless gem aside. “Now I don’t have to worry about anything.” And she started stripping off her clothes.

It took Daniel a few seconds to realize she hadn’t hurt him; the blue glow surrounding and melting into his dick was rather worrisome. “What was that?”

“An anti-pregnancy spell, one of my old friends is a unicorn and she told me about it one day, I always wanted to try it.” she explained, pulling her shirt over her head once her jacket had been unzipped. Her glorious bust was presented to him, clad in a simple black bra, but he didn't get to enjoy that before it too was disposed of onto the floor, as her beautiful tits were now on full display. They looked to be a perfect handful, her nipples a slightly darker shade of blue than her fur, and he wanted nothing more than to grab them. Focusing his remaining willpower he tore his gaze away and looked her in the eyes, he couldn't help but notice her slight smirk. He trudged on anyway.

“I always use condoms,” Daniel confessed. “They protect against diseases better than most spells, as well as against pregnancy. I meant, why did you…” The look she gave him could’ve rivaled one of Princess Luna’s infamous you-are-such-a-idiot-today stares. Daniel flushed. Of course. She’d done it so they could do it, and not worry about consequences.

“Lie back down, Daniel, and let me give you your reward.”

To him that sounded a bit clinical for taking her virginity. Almost like it was being turned into a chore. Daniel didn’t care for that. She seemed bound and determined to sleep with him, and at the end of the day, Daniel was only human, and only a human male at that. Still, there was the nasty comment about ‘little’ and ‘average’ eating away at him. Sitting up, he removed the rest of his clothes, too, using brisk, determined movements that quickly caught up to her. Fleetfoot smiled at this seeming show of eager compliance on his part, but when she moved to press him back down into the bedding, Daniel caught her by the shoulders and pushed her onto the bed.

“Size, Fleetfoot, is not a substitute for skill,” he warned her, pinning her in place with some of his weight. Her breasts were presented to him again, the perfect roundness and delicious nipples offered plenty of softness to suck on; but he’d get to them shortly. “I may be ‘average’ in size compared to a stallion… but I am not average in skill.” For which he could thank Spitfire, and Lightning Dust, who’d taken it up as their task to personally ensure that the only human in Equestria was thoroughly educated in the ways of pleasing a mare. That had been a little weird at first, but they’d been quite right about the need to teach him how to research, experiment, and practice the art of lovemaking. He didn’t sleep around with just anyone, and he didn’t waste his talents on complete strangers. Fleetfoot might not have been at the top or even the middle of his list of possible partners, but she wasn’t a complete stranger.

On top of that, there was a touch of anger rearing up within him, to prove himself better than Blueblood ever could be, as a partner. Kissing her, Daniel nipped at her mouth, her throat, even her shoulders and collarbone. He licked a path down between her breasts, enjoying the brush of soft sky blue fur against his cheeks, and laved the undersides of her soft peaks. She moaned and clutched his hair, encouraging him with little tugs and breathy commands; at her insistence, he suckled, scraped, and licked, over and over, first tormenting one breast, then the other, until she shuddered in what had to be a minor tremble of desire.

Kissing his way further down her belly, Daniel paid attention to her navel. It was kind of fun, listening to her laugh from the ticklish sensation of his facial hair, and she squirmed delightfully when he licked his way over to her hip-bone, then down into the seam between pelvis and thigh.

“Oh, please! Don’t… don’t do that!” Daniel smirked. Fleetfoot the Wonderbolt, begging and pleading. He liked the sound of that. Petty, but true. Firmly pushing her legs apart, he licked and suckled the velvety-soft fur of her thighs, nestling his shoulders between her knees. Inching his way up her body, he teased her, gently prying back her folds. As the early morning light started to shine through the partially open curtains, he could see more and more of her. She was just as fascinating as any mare he had ever seen.

Leaning in close, he licked up through the glistening folds, savoring her musky flavor. She gasped and bucked up into his touch, clutching at the bed-covers. Not wanting her to cum too soon he moved away. Rising up over her, Daniel slotted his hips into place, braced his weight upon his elbows, and looked down into her beautiful face.

“…Are you sure about this?” Cupping his face, Fleetfoot smirked at him.

“Do it, Daniel - but if I don’t like having sex by the end of all of this, what I’ll do to you will make even the Princess’s cringe in fear. Got that?”

“Promises, promises,” Daniel chided her, freeing a hand to position himself. Her breath hitched, as he penetrated her, however, he only stroked twice before he pulled out.

The initial shock of having her hymen broken was gone, and the pain was minuscule, but her irritation in him seemed to grow. She pouted and grabbed for him. “W-What are you doing?”

“Giving you quality over quantity, Fleet.” He made a grab for some tissues and gently wiped away the blood his penetration had produced. He resumed his position between her thighs, opened his mouth and extended his tongue, flicked it along her inner lips. The tip of it delved between her folds, flicking her clit. She gasped and clutched at his head. Daniel smirked, not an easy thing to do with one’s tongue poking in between another’s pussy, and gave her more of himself. Without moving his head any closer, he pried her folds open with his fingers, and circled his tongue around the sore flesh of her opening, soothing it even as he stimulated her.

Lapping, flicking, licking, he gave her pleasure until she was gasping and shuddering, then thrust his tongue into her body. She gasped, wings snapping open completely and arched up into his tongue. His tongue thrust up into her, softer and more flexible than any dick, textured and self-lubricating, licking away the flood of feminine arousal with a diminishing metallic taste, she clutched his face to her pelvis with little rhythmic tugs on his scalp. Several swirling strokes, and she gasped, moaning aloud as the pain finally faded completely. Daniel eased the fucking of his tongue. It took him a few minutes of careful prodding and tasting to discern that, no, those whimpering little cries weren’t from discomfort; they were definitely created out of pleasure.

Wriggling his tongue, Daniel pressed against the spongy tissue that was her g-spot. She gasped, fingers tightening in his hair. A nuzzle of his nose against her clitoris and she wailed. She was on cloud nine as it was, but Daniel wasn’t about to give her any mercy. He just drove the mare on his bed right up over a precipice of pleasure, sucking on the juices that leaked from her pussy. When she’d calmed down a little, he did it again. And again.

Aroused by her flavor, Daniel finally pulled back while she was on the brink of achieving her third orgasm. It was gratifying to hear her whimpers, to see her hands trembling with need as she reached to help pull him up into place. It was erotic to feel her calves wrapping around his buttocks, and to feel her hot, wet depths enfolding him once again. This time without the pressure of her former barrier.

Still, she was deliciously tight. And it was sinfully gratifying to dip his head to kiss her, catching her in an unguarded state, and feel her licking her own juices from his lips; she wrinkled her nose at the damp tickling of his beard and giggled. Rocking slowly into her, Daniel enjoyed the moment for as long as he could. He was pleased to note he was lasting longer than usual, long enough for her to groan and scratch her nails down his back. That almost broke him.

Mindful of his ‘training’, Daniel braced his elbows and knees, and thrust a little faster. She moaned in encouragement. Exercising self-control, he fucked Fleetfoot harder and deeper, making her moan with each rocking plunge of his cock into her depths.

“Yes,” he hissed. “That’s it, cum for me, cum for me, Fleetfoot. Cum all over my cock!”

“Oh…oh…oh Celestia, Daniel!” she gasped, grabbing him with both her arms, legs, and wings and holding tight as the rest of her body shuddered with the snapping, bucking force of her orgasm.

The squeezing felt incredible. Daniel couldn’t hold himself back anymore; he loved the feeling of a tight pussy spasming around him in the throes of an orgasm, and hers was getting ever-tighter. Gritting his teeth, he groaned and pumped as deeply as he could. His cum boiled up out of his balls, spurting from his cock as he threw back his head with a grunt. The spell she had used apparently didn’t stop anything from spilling into her body like a condom did, but it seemed to sterilize his seed, and it did allow him to feel every nuance of her inner texture. It was an additional pleasure on top of all the rest to remind himself of exactly what he was doing: sexually satisfying and being satisfied by Blueblood’s ex.

Guilt crashed through him on the heels of his fading pleasure as he tried not to collapse on her. Before it could take firm hold in his brain and kill his motivation, he felt Fleetfoot pulling his head back down to hers. “Oh Celestia, Daniel; that was fucking spectacular! Shit, I’ve never felt so full and so satisfied, before… not even when I had it up my ass.”

Her ass. Now that was virgin territory for him. None of his previous lovers had been that adventurous, though Spitfire at least had tried; she’d pronounced the whole thing too uncomfortable after a little finger-play, and had refused to attempt it a second time. The thought of fucking Fleetfoot in the ass excited Daniel, banishing most of his guilt to a cupboard in the back of his brain. Brushing the curve of her ear with his lips, he murmured back, “Just wait until I take you, there.”

Her moan was undeniably lascivious. As was the mouth-devouring kiss she gave him. Daniel let her keep him in place over her, alternating between firmly stroking and lightly scratching his back, while he worked on re-arousing both of them through gentle, rocking thrusts. They had time, after all, relaxing in the privacy of his rented room.

-----Morning-----

Daniel wondered if Fleetfoot had ever had the fattening but tasty treat of an egg-and-banger biscuit, before. He doubted it; she was a Wonderbolt, and probably had some kind of diet to stick to. Still, he’d bought two of the paper-wrapped things, and a couple coffees at a shop down the street, giving her the chance to use the shower across the hall. She’d woken him up with one of her ‘patented good-mare blows’ late in the morning, which had been, to borrow her phrase, ‘fucking spectacular’. They’d stayed up so late, and slept in so late, he’d had to hurry to snag the last two biscuits on the heating rack before the things were tossed to make room for luncheon food.

He didn’t know what they had. Certainly not a normal relationship. The term of ‘fuck-buddies’ came close, but they weren’t exactly buddies. As far as one-night-stands went, well it would be really nice to let it stretch out into something more, but Daniel was aware that Fleetfoot was seriously on the rebound. That she might even go back to Prince Blueblood. That she might either be ashamed of what she had done, and never mention nor acknowledge that it had ever happened, though the blowjob and other activities upon waking suggested she wasn’t reluctant to have another go at him or try to flaunt this… this fling of theirs in Blueblood’s face. Which potentially meant the rest of Equestria’s collective face, but he could deal with that.

Still, it was possible she’d changed her mind about what they’d done to the point of a set up of some sort. During his training he had found that Princess Luna was very paranoid, but she was alive for a reason. Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst; that was Daniel’s motto. Take-out bag in his left hand, two gems in his right, he mounted the stairs to the upper floors of the inn.

The hallway was a little crooked, but his door was at the end of a T-junction, and it gave him plenty of time to see that he had two visitors. Or rather, that Fleetfoot had two visitors. As the tall blond maned mare at the back of the confrontation shifted to one side, Daniel caught sight of the sheet wrapped around Fleetfoot’s petite body. He also caught a glimpse of the scowl on Blueblood’s face when the white stallion glanced at his companion.

Daniel’s approach caught Blueblood’s attention, and he twisted to see who was coming up the hallway. The mare with him also turned. Tall, blonde, leggy, and unmistakably Daniel’s quarry; he’d made a point of memorizing the photo Luna had given him. His hand flicked up and he threw two of his last three gems at them.

Two sparks of magic shot out of the gems on contact with their targets; the first one hit his target, Aurora Green; she slumped to the floor, unconscious. The second bolt caught Blueblood, freezing him in place. Daniel trussed her up for delivery back to the castle in Canterlot. Once she was secured, he looked up at Fleetfoot. She’d bitten her lower lip, and the knuckles of the hand holding her sheet in place were white with anxiety. Her wings shifted uncomfortably.

“…You’re arresting her?”

“She’s why I’m here in the first place. I wonder how Princess Luna will take to the idea of you harboring a known fugitive, Blueblood,” Daniel muttered. Scowling, the prince glared at him.

“You haven’t got anything on me, human. For all you know, she was just an innocent bystander, drawn to eavesdrop on the conversation my fiance and I were having!”

“Ex-fiance,” Fleetfoot retorted, with what Daniel privately thought was a remarkable showing of bravery. “And I might even testify that she was in our apartment last night, fucking your brains out!” Blueblood snatched at her elbow.

“You little bitch-!”

“Would you like to add charges of assault, Fleetfoot?” The threat stilled Blueblood.

“Maybe. If he doesn’t get his nasty hoof off of me.” Easing his hand open, Blueblood curled his lip at his ex.

“Either you’re doing this just to get back at me over something that had nothing to do with our own arrangement… or you honestly think you can have a relationship with the only human in Equestria.”

“We’re not having a relationship,” Fleetfoot sneered back, lifting her chin slightly. “We’re having amazingly brilliant sex. And however long it lasts, I intend to enjoy it to the fullest! You had your chance at me, Blueblood, and you pissed on it! For two years, you pissed on it. Oh, and I’m quite willing to admit that Daniel’s the better lover. Humans might not have the same size as a stallion, but they’re certainly a hell of a lot more inventive when it comes to pleasure!”

Blueblood grabbed her throat with both hands, fury twisting his features. Daniel quickly slammed his fist into the back of Blueblood’s head, knocking him out. Fleetfoot, rubbing at the whitened fingermarks on her neck and coughing, eyed her rescuer warily.

“Well. It seems I owe you again, “Prince Charming”… even though I, erm, kind of used you to get back at him.”

“Yeah, you did. But then I figured you might,” Daniel admitted gruffly. He looked down at the bag in his left hand. “Here, split this in half; a coffee and a biscuit for each of us. I’ve got to prep these two and my stuff for transport, and you’ll probably want to grab the keys to your apartment. I’m taking them both back to Canterlot… if you’re actually willing to testify.” She wrinkled her nose and kicked her ex in the ribs. It wasn’t a hard blow, but then again, she was barefoot.

“Asshole. He deserves some time in prison, even if he is a prince.”

Daniel lifted his female captive, glad that it was noon and most of the residents were either down in the pub or out in the district, attending to their business. Otherwise it might’ve been awkward, trying to extradite the two to Canterlot. He doubted he’d be delayed for long, having to teleport twice now instead of just once was, irritating. However Daniel was the only human and first royal knight of the Nocturnas Order since Princess Luna’s banishment. Fleetfoot lingered close to him as he re-secured his captives and got them ready for travel. She touched his arm, making him look at her.

“We don’t… have anything, Daniel. I mean, there’s nothing between us but some great sex, but, when I get back to Canterlot I’d like to do this again. The sex. If you’d like to do it again, too, that is.” He had to give her points for being upfront about it. And the sex had been great.

“You’re right,” he agreed quietly. “We don’t have anything between us, but this.” Cupping her jaw, he leaned down and kissed her, then pulled back. “It’s not much, but it was great… and I don’t think I’d mind doing it another time. The room’s paid up through tomorrow, if you’d rather stay here than at the apartment. I’m sure it holds a lot of memories you’d rather forget.”

“I’d better not,” she muttered, and kicked the slumbering prince on the floor one more time. “I know enough to put him away for at least a year, and I’m going to secure the evidence for it. Never anger a mare by fucking another mare, if you’re engaged!”

“I’ll keep that in mind, as a warning,” Daniel muttered, and was relieved when she smiled.

Author's Note

Okay one thing I want address is Fleetfoot's lisp. I didn't want to write it into this story for two reasons;
1. As a writer it is crazy annoying to write out dialogue like that.
2. As a reader I would get annoyed at actually having to read it as a lisp. One or two lines maybe, but not a whole damn story. Hell reading Applejack's accent drives me crazy.
Another thing; I know the sex was light compared to what I've done in the past, but like I said earlier this was a warm up, a way for to get back into my writing style that's been neglected for months.

Small rant aside, it's good to be back and feels good to write again. I honestly missed this but with life being it's usual asshole self, I didn't have much free time. But the fandom eventually sucked me back in and here I am. As before comment and like, if you don't like it then please for the love of god tell me why so I can change. I've been at this for years and there is always room for improvement. So, cheers guys.