Cornered and Colt-thirsty

by An Intricate Disguise

Rating: mature
Tags: Royal Guard, Griffons, Slice of Life, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Original Character, Porn
Length: 6819

When Phantom the griffon is caught self-fellating in the Canterlot royal castle, he's got two options: Either let the guard go and tell, or find a way to occupy his stiff cock. He picks the fun one.

When Phantom the griffon is caught self-fellating in the Canterlot royal castle, he's got two options: Either let the guard go and tell, or find a way to occupy his stiff cock.

He picks the fun one.

A commission for Ankaru.

Published 2018-03-11 00:20:13 UTC
Last updated 2018-03-11 00:20:13 UTC

The Best Diplomacy

Phantom's body ached as much as his stomach rumbled; his trip to Canterlot had involved a great deal of running and not much eating, and still he had had no chance for a respite.

He sat in the main hall of the castle, awaiting his audience, but instead of being doted on and offered a nice slab of meat and a back rub—one a way of life, the other a guilty pleasure—he felt rather ignored, relegated to the most far-off bench in the spacious room where his fur became mottled with the dust of lethargy and his muscles ached as he attempted to adjust to the rather uncomfortable wood.

He'd been waiting for hours now. Had the princesses forgotten him?

Yawning once, stretching his beak and rolling his withers, Phantom locked his claws around the slats between the bench and pushed himself upright, shaking off his fatigue. There were times when monotony outweighed exhaustion, and this was one of them.

Phantom tapped a claw against his beak as he attempted to imbue himself with even a small measure of energy. He soon found himself tapping harder, almost slapping himself. He blinked hard as the sting reverberated along his cheek, a dull glow of annoyance in his eyes. Why had he chosen to travel to Canterlot the hard way, again?

Of course, his lack of wings was a factor. Most griffons travelled via the sky, and as such found little issue in arriving at their destination swiftly and with little exertion. Being an alce, Phantom was forced to travel on the ground, but even still he could have had his father loan him a carriage without much issue.

He removed his crimson helmet, examining the regal insignia that adorned it. Being the son of a duke had its perks, not least of all the swanky armour, but its drawbacks were ever-present all the same.

Namely, the need to go all the way across Griffonia and over to Equestria—traversing mountains, tundra, and grassy plains
that had a habit of getting dirt stuck in his claws—just to request financial aid on behalf of the king. Phantom had been lumbered with the task due to his cordiality, being one of the few griffons capable of being pleasant amongst other species, but that didn't meant that the prospect of grovelling didn't grate him all the same.

Griffonia had little to offer in exchange for what they asked, after all. The renovations their lands needed were substantial, and discussion of ranching expansion was a little touchy when it came to convening with herbivores, but that was simply the way things had to be if Phantom's society wished to sustain themselves long term.

His hosts were clearly putting things off now. He had been waiting for hours, so long that the small shoots of pain running through his body had become synonymous with the pumping of his blood, yet the hoofmaiden that had greeted him showed no sign of returning soon.

Phantom stood and stretched, arching his back and feeling the joints pop in a moment of satisfying release, invigorating his senses and rousing his body as he snapped his beak in appreciation, letting loose a small purr. He had to resist the urge to scratch his hind leg across his neck a few times, knowing he was hardly in an appropriate setting, but cracking his bones always felt like the appropriate precursor to a relaxing little grooming session, the kind of thing that would quickly send him straight back to sleep.

Stupid feline instincts. He needed to stay up, he needed to buzz himself somehow, his conviction to his duty told him that much, but as the time continued to pass with Phantom remaining in inertia, he was so caught between restlessness and exhaustion, stagnancy and boredom that he was unsure whether he'd curl up on the floor and begin napping or go completely stir-crazy before anypony came to fetch him.

Phantom began pacing in circles, weighing the threat of his legs to give out against his devotion to remaining in the land of the waking. He might have seemed eccentric to a passerby, an out of place griffon spinning in quaint little circles as he rapidly blinked away his lids before they could sag too far, his ears pressed against his skull as he no longer had the energy to keep them pert.

This evening, he would drink a wine made of the sweetest crushed berries and sleep until there was no more sleep to be had. He just had to make it to the evening, first.

Minutes of pacing led to dizziness and a faint feeling of nausea. The scenery was beginning to bleed together from how his head spun, how his eyes drooped, and he swore that if he stared at the familiar tapestries, murals, and stained glass windows that made up the main hall much longer, he might go insane. If he halted in his movements, he would become a breathing statue, encased in snores rather than stone.

All it took was a single motion—or rather, lack of one—for the repetition to stop. He simply ceased turning and allowed himself to remain true to a single direction, trudging through the castle as quickly as his heavy bones would take him, desperate for a fresh view, a little sunlight, anything.

Phantom knew one way he could stay awake, it had worked wonders in the past when he had particularly needed a boost, but it was hardly something he could do in public. Such a technique required privacy of both view and sound, as well as a will strong enough to exercise restraint. The problem with self-fellatio was that if he allowed himself to cum, Phantom would only feel twice as tired for the release.

However, if he could keep himself just on the edge of orgasm? Excited enough to shock his mind to alertness, but not so far as to allow himself to finish? That was the sweet spot, that was something that could certainly keep him awake.

Even still, the idea of doing so in the castle of all places was almost completely out of the question. There wasn't anywhere that Phantom would be able to get away with such a thing, he was large and conspicuous and hardly silent when he get down to business, so much so that he imagined he'd be heard from rooms away if he truly allowed himself to let loose.

Maybe he needed to let loose though? The journey had been long and stressful, the coming meeting would be more stressful still, and Phantom felt as if he had earnt some measure of release. It was only a matter of finding a good spot and managing to remain quiet.

That and he needed to make sure not to be gone for too long. While he realised that the ponies were taking exceptionally long to get back to him, there was always a chance that one might appear while he was gone, and that would bode ill for him. He couldn't miss his meeting with the princesses, so he was running a risk, but it was starting to feel more and more as if it was a worthwhile one. Phantom had been hard at work travelling to Equestria by claw for days now, hadn't he earned a break of sorts?

And what better break was there than sucking his own cock? He peered around corners as he stalked his way through the castle, turning a few heads but none of the staff saying much as he continued to walk from one room to another, looking for somewhere quiet and secluded to sit down and enjoy himself.

Everywhere was crowded. He found kitchens and barracks and mess halls and even a royal garden, but nowhere that truly looked empty or devoid of listening ears, nowhere he could sit and suck himself dry without risk of being discovered.

He supposed it would be a risk either way, that was the way of any means of gratification. Perhaps he just needed to stop worrying, to live in the moment and consider the consequences should they crop up. In fact, he enjoyed that way of thinking quite a bit, it was much simpler than wasting time thinking, rather than doing.

There was an antechamber in the distance with a door left askew. No one seemed to be stood by it, and the closer he inched, the easier it was to confirm that he was indeed alone there. Phantom gingerly placed a talon to the door, pushing it open and glancing inside. The room was certainly empty, and what's more, there was a balcony on the other side of the room, one that overlooked Canterlot from a fair height.

Sparing a quick look behind him, Phantom slunk inside, closing the door behind him. He decided to test the acoustics the only way he knew how, letting loose a trill and listening to the sound bounce off of the walls. It didn't convey very far, and Phantom concluded that this room might indeed be the one he was becoming increasingly desperate to find.

It was hardly about staying awake anymore. It was still a factor, but he needed something to distract him from the weight, and the more he considered the taboo of what he was doing, where he was doing it, the more it turned him on. The diligent knight had been on the road for so long that he couldn't remember the last time he allowed himself a shred of pleasure, and he was starting to realise just how much he needed this right now.

Phantom walked across the room, sliding open the glass doors and sneaking onto the balcony, propping his head over the side of the railing and looking around the courtyard below. Ponies walked and congregated as they had in the halls and corridors, but all of them were so far below him that he doubted any would be able to determine his presence; even if they heard him, all they would deduce is that a bird was squawking, hardly a riveting discovery.

He checked left and right to ensure that none of the nearby windows gave a direct view of the balcony and found that only one did. He angled himself as far as he could from that window while still keeping his vision trained on it, watching for any sign of movement, the room behind him forgotten in favour of this new threat. After a minute of silent spying, he found that nothing in the nearby room seemed to move or alert him, and finally his mind was at ease.

Laying back and propping himself against the railing, Phantom ran his talons over his sensitive belly, letting loose a small snicker at the touch. As much as he'd loathe to admit it, he absolutely loved to be touched there, and he was so receptive to the feeling of a gentle caress that even he could make himself hard just by gently stroking and kneading at his body's fur.

He continued to work his claws up and down his body, pausing to really indulge himself with traipsing movements that ignited his senses and made his chest puff in excitement, his eyes still occasionally flicking to the window but the risk mattering less and less as he continued to tease himself with his touch, his cock gradually hardening and stiffening with little twitches and movements against his belly.

He found his talons drawing closer with each moment, and his eyes gradually scrunched shut as he lost himself in the moment, the aches of his body forgotten in favour of the new sensations his self-play brought about, greater and more powerful than any physical stress he might have endured.

He scratched and massaged his way up to his neck as his head swayed from side to side, his tail tapping against his hind leg as his beak clenched, Phantom finding it increasingly difficult to fight off the first whimper of his little session. If there was one thing he was exceptionally bad at, it was remaining quiet.

And he proved that with a small moan as he finally dipped his head, softly licking against his hind legs and trailing his tongue up to the side of his groin as his beak parted, giving himself soft little nips and affectionately rubbing against his sides as he dipped closer and closer to his stiff, engorged cock. He gave it an adventurous lick, watching as it reacted to the touch with a small bounce even in such close proximity, and it made him hungry for more.

He opened his beak further, taking the tip of his length in his mouth and slowly sucking as he allowed it to tap against his tongue, the light barbs along the surface of his catlike thickness tickling the inside of his beak just as his cock received a similar sensation, the feeling only heightened from experiencing it on both ends—Phantom enjoyed giving a blowjob just as much as he adored receiving one.

He could feel his cock filling out in his beak, becoming more and more stiff as he began to dip his head, travelling further down its length as he stretched himself as far as he could, his ribs slightly aching as he endeavoured to take more and more of himself, sucking and licking and teasing himself with strokes of his tongue and rubs of his talons against the base, the only part of his stiffness that he was unable to reach with his beak.

He began to bop his head faster to a silent rhythm, the tingle of his throbbing cock shooting through his entire body as he maintained his position, bringing himself closer to a heightening state of enjoyment, one that was most certainly pulling him from his stupor and back into the waking world, one that was only making him want to fuck, to suck, to spray jets of thick and sticky cum.

He couldn't cum though, that would only be counter-intuitive. Even if he got to the point where he could barely contain himself, even if he was brought all the way to the edge, he had to refrain for the sake of his alertness, such a stupid reason not to shoot his load, but a reason nonetheless.

He started bucking his hips as he laid there, filling his beak with each push upwards as the claws of his hind legs tapped and scratched against the surface of the floor and he gripped the railing beside him with a talon, holding himself in place as he continued to ram himself deeper, his tongue snaking around his buried cock and attempting to produce a small layer of precum for him to taste. He did rather enjoy the taste of himself, there was something about it that was incredibly erotic and he could never get enough of it once he'd started sucking.

His tail slapped against the floor as his hind leg pattered, both lifted in the air as his talon kept him fixed in place, his back muscles rigid as the tip of his beak stroked his balls and he coated his cock in string after string of saliva. Phantom kept his eyes firmly shut, imagining that it was another colt sucking him as he brought himself closer to the edge of what he could handle, pulling back a little to jerk the end of his cock and rub in the spittle he had left on it.

He needed a break from his mouth anyway, if not to breathe, than to give himself a moment before he went too far and exploded all over his beak and chest. Fuck, how he wanted to.

Slowly wanking and twisting his cock in his talon, he stretched out and lowered his legs, lightly panting as he felt the blood starting to rush through his body again, taking in the first deep and unfiltered breaths he'd been able to have in over two minutes, now that nothing was there to obstruct his airways.

He couldn't wait to get back to it. He knew that he'd burst if he subjected himself to much more, but as it was, he was beginning to think that he didn't care, that any measure of risk would be worth it to just finish himself off, to allow himself a few moments of unadulterated heaven.

He was just about to take his cock back into his beak when he heard a sound that made his ears perk up, pausing him in his motion before he could even give himself more than a short, preparatory lick. If Phantom wasn't mistaken, he had definitely heard the sound of a door opening and closing just now, and it seemed to have come from nearby.

Slowly, reluctantly, Phantom looked around from his space at the corner of the balcony to find nopony at first, and just as he began to wonder whether the sound had been a figment of his imagination, his paranoid mind, he settled on the cause. A single guard was sat at one of the tables in the room, seemingly fiddling with a box of tobacco.

Phantom's heart jumped, he summoned all semblance of sneakiness he may have had in order to prevent the guard from hearing him, and it seemed to work. The guard continued to sit there and fiddle with his paraphernalia, paying the rest of the room no mind as Phantom focused his gaze, narrowing his eyes at the guard even as the cock in his talons continued to pulsate—it took him a few moments to realise that he was still lightly rubbing it, holding back a groan as he did so.

For a moment, it seemed as if the guard's ears twitched. Maybe he heard the soft shlick of Phantom's cock as he continued to pump it, maybe he heard the growl emanating from Phantom's throat, or maybe his ears just had a habit of twitching, but Phantom was getting more and more turned on by the prospect of being discovered, beginning to wonder if he should just make himself known, cry out, or even better, sneak up on the big, armoured stallion and show him what he's missing out on, what he could give to him during his little break to make him never want to return to work.

An idea like that definitely beat days on the trail or long waits for stuffy meetings with princesses over tiring political matters. In fact, an idea like that beat nearly any. Phantom had seen how fit the royal guards were just from the few he had walked past already, and he definitely wouldn't mind one of them rocking his world. Besides, it had been a while since he'd had some horse-cock, and while it wasn't the type he'd been hoping for earlier, he did want a thick slab of meat inside of him somehow.

Time to raise the stakes. Phantom allowed a small growl to permeate the silent air as he heard the rustling of papers behind him, focusing on the guard who still had his head turned away, his body on full view as Phantom sped up his motions, bringing his talons down faster and with more force as the barbs ran over his flesh, his cock leaking its goodness onto the floor of the balcony as he waited the guard out.

Eventually, the guard seemed to turn, but he said little, not settling his eyes on Phantom but instead looking straight ahead as he lit a cigarette, slowly inhaling as Phantom examined the contours of his handsome face, partially obscured by a metal helmet. He shifted a little closer to the centre of the balcony, batting his tail against the floor in an effort to draw attention, but still the guard pretended to be deaf, to be completely unaware of what was transpiring before him.

Looking straight up at him with a devious smirk, Phantom lowered his beak and planted a short kiss against the tip of his cock, finally eliciting a response from the guard, who visually jolted at the sight, springing to his feet with the cigarette still tightly held in his mouth, his eyes wide. "Y-you!"

Phantom looked up from his stiffness with a Cheshire grin, still playfully running a talon up and down the side of it as he locked eyes with the guard, challenging him to carry on looking. "Me?" he repeated with mock surprise, his head cocking to the side.

"Y-you shouldn't be up here, and you're—!"

"Grooming myself on a hot summer's day?" Phantom chuckled as the guard stepped closer towards him, his eyes wide and his body tense. "Is there a problem, squire?"

"Don't be coy with me, you aren't grooming in any sense of the word!" As the guard spoke, Phantom dipped his head back down for another lick. He was really past caring at this point. "S-stop that!" the guard insisted with a shake of his head, stomping his metal-clad hoof down. "Stop it right now!"

Another lick, this one slower and more sensual. "Stop what?" Phantom blinked in confusion, trying to get a good look at the flustered stallion as he continued to touch himself for his audience of one. "I didn't realise I was committing any faux-pas, I'm merely trying to stay awake. I'm sure you understand that?" A pause, a short suckle on the tip, and a few timely pumps of a talon. "You must have such long, tiring days working in the castle, surely that's why you slip away for your little smoke breaks, sir?.." he waved a talon as he spoke, his beak slightly open.

"Rigid," the guard replied, his eyes hard and his lip stiff. "Rigid Spear."

"Well, I can see that," Phantom replied with an almost effeminate giggle, sneaking a glance under the guard's belly from his vantage point feet beneath him. "Very rigid indeed..."

"Now, listen here, I have half a mind to put you in irons and throw you in a cell for the evening... This is public indecency!"

"Really?" Phantom replied with a flourish of his fur and a short wink. "Because from the way you're reacting, I'd call this at least decency, maybe more. Besides, it was hardly public before you rudely walked in on me, was it?"

It took Rigid a few seconds to catch Phantom's meaning, but his muzzle only hung further open the more it sunk in. "You mean to insinuate that I enjoy this? The nerve of you! Why, I have no interest in such matters, none whatsoever!"

Phantom's lone talon travelled around his cock in short flicks as the other tapped a small beat against the floor; he scrutinised Rigid, who had still made no move to arrest him, nor to stop staring. "I've always found that the worst lies are those that we tell to ourselves."

"And just what might that mean?" Rigid replied with a frown, though Phantom could swear he briefly bit his lower lip.

"It means that you have a rather rigid spear, Rigid Spear. Can't you feel it?" He'd already gone too far, so far that if things were to go south, there was almost no way he could claw out of this, but by fuck was he having a good time right now, might as well take it a step further. "Because I know I'd like to..." He let loose a soft groan then, causing Rigid's cock to react the only way it knew how, bouncing against the underside of his belly as if it was desperate to rut or be simulated by something.

"I..." Rigid cleared his throat, but it seemed as if his mouth had gone dry. He slowly drew closer, his eyes swivelling and searching everywhere nearby for a sign of presence, but like Phantom before him, he found nothing. "I should really be reporting you right now, or at least telling you to stop what you're doing and leave at once."

"Then why aren't you?" The few moments of silence were all Phantom needed to know, and he gestured to his cock with a short grin, before pointing a talon at his tight, puckered asshole. "I won't tell if you won't, about your smoking habit or your latent attraction for noble griffons."

"You're a noble too?" Rigid replied, slightly breathless now, his snout twitching as he caught a hint of Phantom's scent.

"I am, but you can fuck me like a commoner. In fact, I'd rather you did."

Perhaps it was knowing Phantom’s station, but Rigid was faster to acquiesce upon that discovery, or at least to stop beating around the bush so much. It had been obvious from the start that he was into Phantom, from the moment he started trying to avert his eyes rather than apprehend him, and now the griffon had managed to turn that to his advantage.

Unlike most ponies, Rigid Spear wasn’t much smaller than Phantom, standing only a few inches beneath him and perhaps three quarters as dense, though he lacked the plumage for an impressively large front, being a stallion. His cock was large and thick, easily nine inches and with a girth that almost matched Phantom’s. His eyes were a dark green and glinted past his steel helmet, which pushed his hair up in a Romane style and covered his light grey fur.

Like Phantom, he too possessed scars, but the griffon imagined they weren’t nearly as numerous as his. Rigid walked up to him with as the harsh look on his face slowly softened, never completely fading but growing more to one of indecision, then timid curiosity that offset his features as he extended a muscled foreleg towards Phantom’s chest where he lay, gently stroking and examining the texture of his fur.

Rigid must have enjoyed what he felt, because he carried on rubbing his hoof along, his pushes gradually becoming harder and more forceful. He felt his way around Phantom’s body, across his sides where a typical griffon’s wings might be and up to his back before brushing down to his tail, dipping his muzzle and lightly grazing his snout along Phantom’s fluffy chest, giving him a short nuzzle.

“Are you alright down there?” Phantom said past his giggles, examining the surprisingly affectionate guard. “I’d assume you’d never seen a griffon before.”

“Not that, I…” Rigid shook his head as he pulled it back, sitting on his haunches and allowing his forehooves to travel lower, brushing over Phantom’s hind legs. “I’ve never found myself touching another male before, and—”

“And now that you are, you’re wondering why you hadn’t been all along?” Phantom finished for him with a wicked smile. “Good, I’m glad to be your first.”

“Mmh, partially that,” the guard said as he lowered his hooves, allowing them to sweep across Phantom’s sensitive balls and shiver from the sudden sensation. “Also, I have a shift to be getting back to, my superior may start wondering where I am.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Phantom assured him, brushing a talon along Rigid’s side as he continued to feel him up, cupping his balls and eventually moving up to stroke his shaft, Phantom gasping at the new and fluffy touch. “Just enjoy the moment, feel free to explore and to experiment. Let your mind go wherever it takes you…”

Rigid did as he was told, smooth and teasing motions rapidly escalating to pulls and light drags against Phantom's barbed cock, causing their breaths to quicken in tandem as Phantom's legs quivered in approval. "Different to what you're used to?"

"Yes... it's quite easy to grip with a hoof," Rigid muttered, his eyes narrowing as he gazed intently between Phantom's legs, paying special attention to how he was getting him off, working out just what made the griffon react well and where his most sensitive spots were. He brushed around his balls in circles as a hoof returned to his chest, pushing down against him harder and exercising an iota of dominance against the larger griffin, something that caused him to grin even as the pressure on his chest caused him to wheeze.

"And yours is similarly easy to grasp with a talon," he said through laboured breaths, taking his claw and gently wrapping it around Rigid's large cock, jerking it in time with him as he laid beneath him. Both of their breaths began to hitch and Phantom made a point to look Rigid directly in the eye as he continued to pleasure him, challenging him to break his composure, wondering who would be the first to announce their satisfaction with an unbridled moan.

It wasn't long until Phantom won, Rigid cooing out a groan of delight as the griffon increased his pace, lightly squeezing on his cock with a tightened grip as he continued to show him just how fun of a time he was in for, giving him what he wanted with each beat, his talons brushing against and around his medial ring and all the way up to his sheath.

Knowing that Rigid was looking, Phantom clenched his already tight taint, tensing his muscular body as he did so and putting on a show for the stallion as he got him off, making sure he remained hard but didn't go too far before the main event, much like he had with himself earlier. The difference here was that Phantom had been doing it to himself for a noble purpose, he was doing it to this lovely guard just because he didn't want him cumming before he fucked him.

That wasn't to say that he didn't want to keep him on the edge though, that was the fun of it. Rile him up, get him in the zone, and then when it finally came time to fuck, he'd pummel the shit out of Phantom and leave him in an orgasmic daze, just as he wanted. Bringing another talon into the action, he hooked under the stallion's breastplate and began to feel his firm, muscular pecs, rubbing and lightly squeezing as he continued to toss him.

Rigid's moans were growing in pitch by the second, and knowing what was likely to come soon, Phantom had an idea. He snaked a little further under Rigid, incorporating both talons and jerking him faster as he allowed his cock to hit the side of his beak, lapping up his precum and swilling it in his mouth, admiring the taste of the stallion before shimmying upwards and spitting it down onto his balls.

As soon as the mixture of spittle and pre landed, Phantom began to rub it into his tight hole, lubing himself up and moving to stand, gripping the railing with a pair of claws and looking over the courtyard—down below, ponies still went about their business, none the wiser as to the steamy fuck that was about to go down above their heads.

"Don't suppose I need to tell you what to do next?" Phantom laughed, looking back at Rigid as he spread his hind legs further, casting one more look over his large and impressive body before feeling the tip of his cock press against his asshole. Rigid began to gently rub his hard, still precum-soaked cock against Phantom's tight little hole, causing the large knight to quiver under the beak snapping, leg quivering sensation.

When the tip of his cock pushed its way inside, Phantom's breath was pushed from his lungs at the thickness, the size of the stallion about to rut him. He'd realised he was quite large, but fuck, was that going to take some getting used to.

The semi-familiar ache soon turned to pleasure as Rigid worked his way deeper inside, his hooves pressed against Phantom's back as he continued to slide in, Phantom unclenching and taking his weight as well as his length, his tongue poking out of his beak as his eyes glazed over, his entire body flaring at the sensation of being filled, inch after inch of the tight surface of his hole being packed full of cock.

Phantom could feel the way that Rigid trembled against him, clearly barely able to take just how tight his ass felt against his thickness, already riled up and having trouble standing straight, likely having difficulty containing himself. Phantom, in a moment of deviousness, decided to push backwards, allowing his ass to be further plugged by one of the biggest slabs of cock he had ever been lucky enough to receive.

The way he pulled away was euphoric—slowly and incrementally he slid his body back, coming all the way towards the medial ring before pressing his way back in, pushing harder than before and causing Phantom to jolt as he clamped a talon over his beak to prevent himself from crying out. Rigid didn't seem to notice, as he continued to pull back, another thrust to join the first, this one with more confidence as he pushed his way back in.

Rigid was gradually increasing his pace as the two of them devolved to communication through slowly building grunts and moans, Rigid's weight becoming firmer and more welcome against Phantom's back as he continued to work his pulsating, slippery cock in and out of him, not stopping for breath or even for sake of lasting, showing the prowess of the royal guard with a steady stamina as he pushed and pushed against him.

Phantom hadn't realised how much he needed this until he received it, and now that he was getting it, he didn't want it to stop. "Yeah, keep going..." he grumbled, his voice becoming deeper and huskier as he continued to take the stallion, as he continued to present his asshole as a price for the guard the caught him.

Every thrust from Rigid was more fervent than the last, his breath erratic and out of place as he continued to pound away at Phantom, his balls slapping against his ass and Phantom's cheeks being softly clapped by Rigid's thighs as he repeatedly shoved himself deeper, a magnificent and carnal display for any who might have been lucky enough to witness it.

...not that Phantom was particularly worried about being caught anymore. He'd already been caught once, and look how well it was was working out for him.

Phantom clenched his cheeks as he shifted his body forwards, leading Rigid into sliding his cock further and then pushing straight back and impaling himself, the sudden delight shooting through his body and wriggling down his spine. The stallion behind him continued to hammer at his target, his breath coming in short and heavy pants as his hind legs struggled to find solid purchase against the floor what with his almost frenzied fucking.

Phantom could feel his cock beginning to press against his prostate as he went, and the feeling was like static electricity being shot through him, making his whole body twitch as he cried out in need. "Yes! Just like that!" he all but commanded, his eyes scrunched shut and his body thrashing from side to side as his claws turned white from the strain with with he clutched the railing.

He was moving incredibly fast now, mashing his cock inside Phantom as he went, burying it deep and hitting his g-spot over and over, the feeling almost spasm inducing as Phantom struggled to bend himself further than he rightly should have been able to, keeping one claw on the railing as he leaned back over himself to lick at his still desperate and flaring cock.

Each lap against it was met by another push and another wave of pleasure, his thoughts destroyed and then rejuvenated by
each of Rigid's motions, none quite the same as the stallion began to vary his technique, moving from fast and frantic to deep and teasing, switching things up so that every time either of them was close to finally cumming, the course was reset and they were denied their release.

Even still, even through all the dodging, Phantom could feel his orgasm building like a rumbling in his belly, and as he desperately licked at his tip he began to realise that he didn't care if he came, there was no way that he couldn't after all of this torture. Between licks and kisses at the tip of his own cock, he panted out a few words to the stallion above him. "Do you like watching me do this, Rigid?"

"Y-yeah..." the stallion replied as he continued to push and push and fuck the living hell out of him.

"You think it's hot when I tongue my cock as you fuck me?"

"Of course I do," he moaned out, his hooves wrapping around Phantom's sides as he put all of his force and momentum into a relentless barrage of thrusts that punched against Phantom's core and made him weak with ecstasy.

"You want to see me suck it again?" A few huffs as he continued to pound him, his voice quaking despite his bravado. "Like you did when you first found me? Oh, that must have been fun." A short break, a few more licks against the tip as he felt the stallion's cock grow more and more inside of him. "One minute you're taking a calm and relaxing little break, the next you're watching a griffon stud play with himself, and now?" Phantom lowered his tone, really stretching out his words. "Now you're balls deep in him... Are you gonna show him who's boss?"

"Oh-oh fuck," his building pleasure rolled from his tongue in a stream of laboured breaths as he pushed himself to his limits, softly nipping against Phantom's shoulder as the griffon dipped down and took his own tip in his mouth, feeling his orgasm beginning to build even as Rigid drew closer and closer, repeatedly slamming against his pleasure button without a care for who witnessed it.

Rigid clamped down on Phantom's shoulder hard as he pushed his entire length inside of him, letting out a feral moan as he began to fill him with his seed, the feeling of warmth filling Phantom's asshole as Rigid shook and deflated above him, completely spent.

The feeling was enough to send Phantom over the edge. Jerking his cock with a talon, tapping it against his tongue, he began to shoot hot and creamy spurts of his load inside his own beak and all over his face, enjoying the taste and aroma even as he buckled from the thickness that had just emptied inside his ass.

He rode out the orgasm with repetitive taps and licks even as Rigid made a few more feeble thrusts, trying to outlast the sensuality of the moment, but they eventually fell into a heap of exhaustion beside each other, laughing and endeavouring to find their misplaced breath.

As Rigid pulled out, Phantom had to adjust to feeling of being empty once more. It was most certainly welcome after the bedlam he had just ensued, but part of him longed for just a few more minutes of rutting.

Rolling over and looking to Rigid, he offered a beaky smile. "So... how was it?"

"Fucking amazing," Rigid laughed, a little exasperated still, his chest rapidly rising and falling against Phantom's.

"You certainly seemed to enjoy it." Phantom twisted to the left, stretching out his body and looking up to the sun shining directly down on him. Now seemed like the perfect time for a nap.

He laid there for a few minutes, saying and doing nothing, just basking in the orange glow shining down on him. A weight had been lifted from him, one that he'd endured since even before his venture began. It was a temporary reprieve, but a welcome one all the same. "Don't you have a shift you need to get back to?"

Rigid turned to the side, pressing a hoof against Phantom's chest. "I do. And don't you have a reason for being here?"

"I do."

For a few moments, they simply looked at each other. "Are we getting up anytime soon?"

"Just a few more minutes," Rigid smirked, rolling closer to Phantom and lapping up the sun. "I need to recover."

"We need to clean up at some point." Phantom gestured to his body, the cum soaking into his fur and dripping from his asshole.

"That we do," Rigid nodded, making no move to actually do anything about it.

Meetings could wait, cleaning could wait, doing anything could wait. Phantom dutifully travelled many miles to get here, and waited many hours on top of that. Now he was laid with one of Celestia's guards, his face soaked and his asshole filled, and all he wanted to do was curl up with this guard and sleep.

And that's precisely what he was going to do. After all, it wasn't as if anyone else would walk in on the act. What were the chances?