Spy Work in Ponyville

“Augh… My head… ”

My head hurts a lot. Like, a lot a lot. But, why?

Mustering my will power, I concentrate on remembering the last thing that happened to me. No, it wasn’t flying… Not drinking… Castle, I was at the castle and… Oh, wall. I jumped straight into a wall. That’s embarrassing. Wait, if that happened in its room, then where am I now?

My eyes shot open only to be immediately blinded by the light above me. Turning my head away from the lighting, my vision gradually dimmed and I began to focus on my surroundings. I was laying down on something, it’s pretty soft and cushy, probably a bed. Turning to my left, my gaze wandered until it settled on a wooden closet, its doors thrown open.

Wait, why does that look familiar?

I leaned forward, for some reason needing a fair amount of effort. It seemed my guess that I was on a bed was correct, and the one who used this bed was standing at the hoof of it, staring at me.

At the sight of the monster, I instinctively tried to roll off my back and get into the air, but something stopped me, leaving me to flail in place. Frantically looking around, I soon realize my front hooves aren’t at my sides, and gazing up above my head, I found them bound, each by a white strip of cloth and tethered to one of the wooden posts of the oversized bed frame. Looking down my body I came to find my hindlegs were in a similar state, however they weren’t tied to a bedpost. Quickly feeling for my wings, I felt grateful I could still move them, but after a few flaps I came to realize that my wings had practically no range of motion.

“How do your wings feel? They’re tied so you can still stretch them out, but so you can’t resist too much!” a voice sounded from beside me.

Throwing my head to my right, I came face to face with Feather Pen, who wore a proud smile.

“Feather Pen! Hey, help me get out of here! Quick!”

“And why would I after all the effort I spent tying you up?”

“W-wait, WHAT!?”

I couldn’t quite process what Feather had just said to me.

“Feather, don’t even joke right now, we need to get out right now!” I insisted, hoping that what Feather had just said was just the result of a bad sense of humor. But my hopes were quickly dashed as she held up a stack of papers in a hoof.

“Well of course the spy that got found out ‘needs to get outta here’,” Feather Pen said, accentuating her sentence with the tips of her wings.

“W-what, no! Wait I can explain-”

“Day 27, target currently under observation…Observation started at 8:05am… Rainbow Dash are you bucking serious?! You’ve been spying on him for the last four WEEKS!”

“Well, no, it’s only been three weeks and six-”

“And what difference does that even make!” Feather Pen shouted, causing my ears to fall flat against my head. Letting out a sigh, Feather tossed my records aside, the papers making a soft plap as they hit the floor.

“Honestly, I can kind of understand you being suspicious or worried about him, but this is going way too far,” Feather Pen said in a much softer tone.

“But you don’t even think of him as a sentient being! How you feel about him is spelled out in all of your ‘reports’ and it’s obvious you only see him as some monster!” Feather Pen’s tone began to pick up, the agitation in her voice obvious.

I didn’t know what to say, what could I say at a time like this. No way to escape, and Feather is just yelling at me while it's eyeing me up like a fresh piece of meat! If I wasn’t scared before, fear was definitely starting to set in as Feather continued to express her grievances towards me.

“What… Just what are you gonna do to me…?” I spoke up, my voice slightly wavering.

“Oh, we’ll get to that Dash, but between everything you have done since you began spying, the worst, the absolute worst possible thing you’ve done by far…”

I couldn’t help but flinch as she accentuated her words, but there was nothing else I could possibly do.

“...has been RUINING my special time with him!”

Huh?

The monster seemed to be just as surprised as it looked down to the mare that was clinging to its leg.

“Two months, TWO MONTHS Dash! The first time in two months since I’ve got to be with him, alone, and you just had to disturb us just as we’re getting to the good part!” Feather Pen roared, her amber irises appearing as if they were blazing fires. All the while, the monster just continued to look confused. Glancing at me, our eyes met.

Now that I think about it, this is my first time actually seeing it face to face… Compared to when I saw it… doing it, with Feather, he seemed a lot more intimidating then than he was now, and not just because a towel covered his nether regions.

Its deep brown eyes seemed to have an odd warmth to them as we just… stared. Though it had felt like a minute, a third second just passed and the creature looking at me made a face and shrugged at the situation playing out. Suddenly the pegasus that was latched on to the creature’s side had let go and hopped onto the bed.

“But the past is gone and there’s no changing it, but I can’t possibly let my limited time with my good friend go to waste, and I can’t just let you go, so you’ll just have to just stick around until I’m satisfied!” Feather Pen finished with a grin wide enough to rival Pinkie Pies’.

“WHAT!” I shouted, my voice cracking in the process.

Is she… No, this is crazy, no way she’s actually going to do it!

Sauntering up to my side, Feather Pen laid down before continuing to speak.

“Personally, I would rather you not be here, and I’m sure you feel the same, but hey! Try to think of it this way, you get to observe him more, and I get to show that he isn’t so bad~,” Feather whispered into my ear, the tone of lust dripping from every word.

Lifting herself up, Feather walked towards the end of the bed before tapping the spot next to her, motioning for the creature to sit. The creature seemed to get the message and climbed onto the mattress, sitting with its hindlegs neatly folded. Feather Pen took the initiative, approaching him before placing her hooves on each shoulder and pushing it down. Feather Pen, now standing above the creature, took a moment to admire the built torso before nuzzling its chest.

Pulling her face from its chest, Feather moved further down his body, coming to stop at the towel wrapped around its waist. Gripping the towel in her teeth, she jerked her head exposing the creature's member.

Feather Pen impatiently set to work, nuzzling and lapping at the thing as life slowly pumped into it, and soon enough it was at full mast. From my original position in the closet, I was able to see the creature’s length, but now, just a meter or two away, I could see the thing in far greater detail. As it stood erect, Feather’s saliva could be seen glistening on its smooth sides as it throbbed hypnotically in time with the creature’s pulse.

I couldn’t help but swallow at the sight of it. Feather seemed to catch me staring and spoke up.

“Oh? Are you interested?”

Having been caught, I quickly turned my head away, but I could feel my cheeks glowing red. Letting out a small snicker, Feather turned her attention back to the creature.

Pulling herself forward, Feather straddled the creature and began to vigorously grind against the member sandwiched between her lips. From my position, it was like everything was under a magnifying glass. The slightest twitch from her wings as they began to fan out, the rapid rise and fall of the creature’s chest, and the look of lust that blinded Feather Pen as she drenched the creature’s groin.

The creature’s claws found themselves on both sides of Feather’s flank as they assisted the mare, helping to drag and push her along its length. As intense as it was, the grinding didn’t last long as Feather Pen lifted herself off the creature’s member. Carefully adjusting her position, Feather’s marehood hung just above the creature’s cock. Noticing this, the creature pulled himself off his back till his face was inches from Feather’s. Reaching her hooves over his shoulders, Feather secured herself to the creature while his digits dug into the supple flesh of the mare.

Unknowingly, my own wings had begun to perk up as my face heated up. The unnatural duo before me had my attention as the creature started to lower Feather. With an effort, the tip slipped in, and Feather let out a loud gasp, her grip over the creature’s shoulders tightening. Despite Feather Pen’s size, she slowly continued to sink further down the pole of flesh until she reached the halfway point.

Feather’s legs shook under the weight of her body as she struggled to maintain control over her descent. The claws at Feather’s sides moved to her bottom to better support her. The trembling in Feather’s legs had hardly been affected but her expression seemed to be less strained.

Witnessing the impossible feat, my mouth felt dry as the white pegasus mare continued to sink further until her grip increased even more and her eyes screwed shut. The expression on the creature’s face, which was almost as bright as Feather’s mane, had softened, as a claw left the flank it cradled to pull Feather’s body closer. For a few moments, the two held their position.

Eventually, Feather’s grip began to loosen, and the creature seemed to notice it. Reclining slightly, using a claw that once held Feather’s rear to support himself. From her new position, Feather was able to lay against the creature without risk of sliding down any further, although if her legs gave out, I could only hope her forehooves could support her weight.

The claw on the small of Feather’s back shifted upwards, settling just under the joint of her wings. Gently taking hold of a wing, Feather let out a pitched moan as the creature pulled her up his body, exposing the flesh of his cock which glistened with juices from Feather Pen.

Now beginning to build a rhythm, the creature began to raise and lower Feather on and off its turgid length. The mare, making use of her shaking hooves, did her best to move in time with the creature, her leaking snatch gripping tightly at the beam penetrating her.

The two of them found a comfortable rhythm, and as they continued, both of them began to pant and groan. Though I was suspicious of the creature, I had seemingly forgotten all about it as I watched the scene unfold. The sounds from the two of them felt as if they were right in my ears, the wet slicks and smacks from Feather’s marehood as it was dragged up, only to be impaled again and again. While the creature wasn’t quiet, it was like a mouse compared to Feather Pen who lewdy moaned and cried at each pleasure filled pump.

The smell of a mare being rutted mixed with the foreign scent of a male was so thick in the air I began to pant myself. Though Feather’s smell was noticeable, it could hardly compare to the smell that was emanating from the creature. The smell of its sweat felt weirdly novel, like a new menu item from Sugarcube Corner, or a new trick from the Wonderbolts, there was just something so enticing about the odor.

Nothing from any magazine or some weekend story from the bar could possibly measure up to what I was watching. The expression on the face of the creature showed a mixture of emotions. I could definitely see pleasure in its features from how its cheeks glowed red, but I could see a sort of restraint as it gritted its teeth and screwed its eyes shut.

Feather Pen however seemed to be hanging on by a thread. Her legs had given out and she was left to try and contribute with her hooves which were locked around the neck of the creature. The vigorous up and down movements of the mare must have caused the mane tie to come loose, leaving the full volume of her apple red mane to bounce in time with her. As her head rested against the creature’s chest, she stared towards me, her eyes were glazed over and were focused on something else as I spotted little pink hearts inside of the mare’s amber irises.

The debauched look on Feather Pen’s face caused my ears to fold back against my skull as I felt myself wink. Briefly looking away from the action, I spotted my private parts, twitching every so often and creating a wet spot at the base of my tail.

I had gotten worked up as the only audience member of the show Feather and the creature were putting on. My excitement began to drip faster as the moans from Feather began to increase in frequency and volume, involuntarily causing me to push my legs together.

The tread holding Feather together appeared to snap as she lost nearly all coordination and savagely tried to impale herself faster. With her rapidly approaching orgasim she began to unintelligibly babble. Mere moments away from release, Feather’s hooves came undone from the creature as she violently pushed herself down, forcing more of the creature’s cock into her small cavern. And as she took as much as she could, she screamed out as she came.

With her head pointing to the ceiling, the pegasus shook violently, wings wildly flapping as she rode out her orgasim. A squelching could be heard coming from Feather’s marehood as it convulsed around the unyielding slab of meat, the sound only stopping as the orgasim finally passed. Her energy sapped, Feather fell into the embrace of the creature, as it sat upright.

Carefully pulling the pony off of himself, the creature laid Feather on the bed, chest down, facing me. Eyes drifting about, Feather’s eyes eventually settled on me, taking in my frazzled appearance. Giving a small chuckle, Feather spoke up for the first time in a while.

“So, still think poorly of ‘em?” Feather Pen asked in between pants.

I was about to reply but a shadow that appeared over Feather and myself quickly silenced me.

“Hmm? Cat got your tong-” Feather Pen was cut off as a claw pressed into her back. Looking up from her awkward position, Feather noticed the large figure pinning her to the bed.

“A-ah… H-hello…” Feather Pen greeted the creature, a nervous waver in her voice.

“Uhh, hey Feather, what’s he doing?”

“Well… he hasn’t finished yet, soooo…”

While Feather couldn’t see it, I could. The creature, with its claw still pushing down on her back, its pulsing length was pressing against her entrance. Feather’s tail began to swish wildly back and forth before the creature's other claw quickly snatched the tail before wrapping it around its claw and giving it a firm tug.

“Ahhh~!”

Paying no mind to the mare beneath him, the creature held Feather’s tail to the side as it began to prod the sodden slit with its head. Taking his claw off of Feather’s back, he reached his hand down to the rod, carefully lining his ram up with the slick doors to Feather Pen’s keep, and wasted no time, he buried his cock deep within the mare.

Feather Pen lurked forward, her eyes wide and mouth agape. The poor mare had no time to prepare herself for the onslaught that followed. Her body began to quickly rock back and forth as the creature quickly pumped into Feather’s marehood, all while groaning through clenched teeth.

With the mare mere inches away from my hindlegs, I could see her facial expressions as clear as day. Her front hooves were positioned like a sphinx as her head rocked back and forth with a dreamy expression plastered over her features. Her maw hung open as she moaned breathily.

Behind Feather, the creature’s left claw was left hanging by its side while its right held Feather’s tail in a vice grip, using it to pull itself into Feather Pen’s pussy in quick, savage thrusts. The thrusting lasted far longer than I thought possible and Feather Pen managed to keep her head up right longer than I expected, but like the waves of the ocean, the creature was unrelenting.

Feather’s neck eventually lost its energy and her head fell to the mattress, between her hooves. Miraculously through it all, Feather Pen’s glasses have managed to stay perched on her face. That changed as the creature’s claws planted themselves next to Feather’s head before crashing into Feather, harder and faster.

Feather’s glasses went careening off her face and bounced off my leg before landing softly on the mattress. With the creature moving as fast as it was, Feather, with eyes shut, tried to speak.

“H-he… Hey!... S-stop… Slow down!...Pleeaaasse~!” Feather barely managed to say in between thrusts.

Paying her cries of mercy no heed, the creature lowered himself, so his chest was now pushing down onto Feather’s back. His right claw, which had been next to Feather’s head, was holding onto Feather’s head, lifting it off the mattress. His left claw had moved to Feather’s barrel where it rubbed her fur back and forth along the length. But his head, which originally was above Feather’s, was now pressed into the left side of her neck as he bit and licked at the sensitive area.

The two of them, whether or not they were trying to, look so animalistic. The sounds of growling and whimpering as the two bucked felt so feral. Compared to the stories I’ve heard and my own ‘crazier’ experiences, this moment in front of me made all of them look boring by comparison.

My legs fidgeted as my marehood continued to leak, winking far more often, desperately hoping for some sort of relief. But despite what my body may have wanted, the only ones getting any release would be the moaning mare and the creature cramming his cock into her cunnie.

The sounds from the creature were beginning to reach a fever pitch as its grunts and groans began to pick up in frequency. If my intuition was correct, they’d be done very soon.

Moments later, the once even paced thrusts from the creature became erratic as he moved as fast as he could. Feather Pen’s moans had stopped and were replaced with low constant groans that were accentuated in pitch by each desperate thrust. The creature was at its wits end and clenching its jaw, eyes shut, he made great thrust before pausing. Another thrust, pause, and one last thrust as he held himself in Feather Pen.

“Haa… Hhhnnnggg… buck… ah buck it’s hot...” Feather Pen breathily moaned, her voice pitched as her canal flooded. She had a distant look to her eyes as she gazed towards something above the bed.

The creature panted like it had run a marathon, but in all honesty, what he did was pretty close. His eyes were closed as it focused on breathing. Looking at him, his mane, which was tied back neatly, had become fairly bedraggled, and his checks were tomato red. Eventually his breathing calmed down, and after taking a great breath, he let it out in a big sigh before turning to Feather Pen and, surprisingly, gave her check a peck.

Gently setting the dazed Feather Pen’s head down, he looked to his hips, which were drenched in a mixture of sweat, Feather Pen’s arousal, and his own seed. Reaching down to Feather’s waist, gripping her carefully, he slowly removed himself from Feather, his exit signalled by a soft Pop. The creature’s member, now free, appeared to still be erect, albeit a bit deflated. Having removed himself, he gave Feather Pen rear a pat or two before turning his attention to me.

I stiffened at his gaze, a little fearful of what he would do. Crawling towards me, I found myself trying to pull myself back and away from the creature, though my efforts were pointless as he seized my leg. Settling down in front of my hooves, with one claw holding my bound legs, his other began to approach. My heart had already begun to beat faster and shut my eyes, trying to mental prepare myself. But after a few moments, I realized nothing had happened, or rather, the binds around my legs seemed to be getting looser.

Opening my eyes, I spotted the creature working to remove the strips of cloth that kept me bound. Although I could clearly see what he was doing, I felt very confused at the situation, too confused to realize the irony of myself getting captured by a pony only to be rescued by a monster. As I tried to rationalize the situation, the creature had managed to undo the ties on my leg as well as both my forehooves. I only realized I was nearly free by the time his claws began to reach my chest. Though I couldn’t see the knot very well, it appeared to be some sort of lashing.

Bringing hooves down to my chest, the creature paused before pulling its claws back. As I rubbed at my areas my hooves were tied at, I gave the creature a quizzical look. Looking between the cloth binding my wings and the creature, I sheepishly motioned for his help in removing the knot. He got the message easily enough and his claws went straight to the knot. I held my hooves up and out of the way so he could work easier. As I laid back waiting for him to free me, I couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed at my position, belly up all hooves outstretched like I was a dog waiting for belly rubs.

Looking down to my chest, I watch his claws work with the cloth as he gradually undid the binds. Watching his digits fiddle and loosen the knots, I got to witness the dexterity of the things. As I watched, he worked loose the knot securing the cloth and started to unwrap the cloth strips. Working diligently, I could feel the digits of his claws brush and poke against my fur. What I heard about the creature’s claws seemed to be true. Unlike a griffon, the ends had no sharp edge to them but they were as dexterous, if not more, than a griffon’s.

Thinking back to my conversation with that one guard in that bar a few weeks ago, I remembered him mentioning the creature had ‘nails’. Its nails were apparently broad, not pointed or sharp like a cat’s, and apparently it feels really nice when they scratch your fur. Snapping back to the present, I realized my wings were now free of their fabric shackles. I quickly pulled myself up and stretched out my wings before giving them a good flap or two. But it seemed that my wings weren’t in flying condition. Looking at the pair, they were stiff as a board.

Turning to the creature, the creature bared its teeth at me, giving me a gentle smile while making a gesture with its claw. While he smiled at me, his eyes just happened to look down. I didn’t need to guess what he saw when I noticed his deflated member twitch. The only thing that wasn’t known was what he would do next.

Turning around, the creature reached for the towel that was once wrapped around its waist and held it out to me. I furrowed my brow at him, wondering what he wanted me to do with the towel. When I gave him a look, with his other claw he pointed to an area between my legs. Glancing down I realized he was giving me a towel to patch the leak I’d sprung. Feeling slightly annoyed at the gesture, and a tad embarrassed, I shifted my body away from the creature so my marehood would no longer be on display.

“Don’t patronize me,” I said, giving him a glare.

Raising his claws, he made a noise that I couldn’t understand before dropping the towel to the side. Did he just apologize to me? Following the creature with my eyes, I watched him scoot over to Feather Pen and check on her. After tapping her side a few times and saying something in a language I couldn’t understand, he reached over and grabbed the towel I declined and wrapped her lower body before moving her over to some pillows. Realizing the pillows were behind me, I scooted aside to let the creature do his thing. Looking up from the snoozing mare he said something again that I didn’t understand with a small smile. After laying Feather Pen down, he pulled the covers over her before turning towards the bathroom.

I didn’t know what to expect from the creature, but being flat out ignored was not on the list. Feeling a sliver of annoyance, I contemplated just going home but after taking a whiff of myself I decided it would be better to lose the smell first. It didn’t help that my wings, while gradually settling down, weren’t air ready. Sliding off the bed I walk over to the barred window before pushing it open. Airing out the room should help with the stench. Turning around to face the room, I looked at the boring set up before noticing my notes that Feather had thrown to the side. Walking over and picking them up, I skimmed over a page, before letting out a sigh.

“So much for staying a secret,” I said aloud. Even after all that spying, my perspective on that creature had begun to change.

Rubbing my face with my hooves, I thought about just how dumb the past two months have been: worrying for nothing, missing work, spending whole days just to learn he did the same thing he did the same thing he’s always been doing. Letting out another great sigh, I dropped my notes to the floor with no intention to pick them up again. I would have loved to go straight home but I’d be forced to walk and I don’t exactly want to go around advertising the scent that was stuck in my fur.

Turning towards the bathroom door, I could hear the water of the bathtub running.

He must be taking a bath.

Looking back to my own body then back towards the bathroom, I mentally said Buck it, and started towards the bathroom. Suddenly I recalled what Feather had said during the meeting in the castle all those weeks ago. I chuckled at my situation.

Who knows, maybe I’ll get forcefully bathed by a monster.

Knocking my hoof against the door, I didn’t bother waiting for an answer before pushing in the door. At my entrance, the creature, which was standing next to the tub turned to look, cocking his head and raising an eyebrow at me. I gave him a wave with my hoof before continuing towards the tub. Standing adjacent to the creature, I reared up on my legs, placing my forehooves on the edge of the tub before peering in. The water level wasn’t even as high as my barrel. Looking towards the creature, I immediately snapped my head forward as I realized a moment too late that I was at eye level with his crotch.

A second later I could hear what sounded like a soft laugh, and I looked up this time to see him looking back at me with a smile. I narrowed my eyes at him and he said something again in his mother tongue before reaching his claw to my mane. Had I seen his appendage coming, I may have been able to dodge it. Though I was surprised at the touch, I didn’t freak out or anything like that as the creature ruffled my mane. Feeling patronized, I swatted a hoof at his claw but he managed to pull back before going back in. The next few moments were a flurry of claws and hooves as I felt my annoyance with the creature starting to peak. But before I could get to that point, right after I swung and missed again, his claw found its way behind my left ear, and before I could swing at my target he began moving his claws, scratching the back of my ear with its short nails.

The feeling caught me off guard as I felt my head push into the creature’s grasp and just for a moment I felt all my troubles and worries melt away as I revealed in the feeling, only to realize he was patronizing me again. Pulling away from the creature’s claw, I covered my ears to protect them from any further attacks. Pulling his claws back to his chest, he held them there, digits out stretched in a way that said I’ll stop.

Shaking my head, I reared back up to look at the status of the tub.

Not as deep as I’d like it, but it’ll work.

Clamoring over the edge, I could hear the creature shout something but I just ignored him. Sitting down in the water, I let out a content sigh as the warm water soaked into my fur. Glancing up at the creature, it was his turn to be annoyed as he looked at me sitting in his tub. Rolling his eyes and giving his head a little shake, he stepped over the edge and settled in on the other end. As he settled in, the water that just barely came up to my chest was pushed as high as my neck. Lowering himself in, he let out a content sigh as well before positioning himself on the other end of the tub.

Though, due to the size of the tub, it was more like we were directly in front of each other. Even though our backs were pressed against the wall of the tub, there was hardly any space for our legs. The creature’s legs were bent and placed on each side of the tub, as to avoid stepping on mine. Unknowingly he was giving me a clear view of his length, which was now soft but still just as intimidating.

Doing my best to distract myself, I began to look around for the soaps. Some splashing from in front of me caught my attention and it appeared the creature had already started to wash itself. Looking just passed him, I noticed the small tub side table and the soap and shampoo placed on top. I opened my mouth to ask the creature to pass the shampoo but I stopped before deciding to just get it myself. Standing up in the water, I carefully waded towards the table and reached out, only to find I was too far away. Looking back to the creature, he was peacefully scrubbing his mane, eyes closed. Deciding to try for the shampoo again, this time I leaned over the edge to get myself closer.

I was closer this time but I still pulled back with no bottle. One more time. This time the bottle of shampoo was just within my grasp, but just as I was about to grab it, I felt my body lurch forward and I began to approach the bathroom floor. But before I could crash, an arm had reached around my barrel and pulled me back.

Landing in the tub with a splash, I looked down to see a furless arm wrapped around my barrel. Looking back at the creature that scooped me up, he was shaking his head at me before pressing a digit into my nose with a Boop! My snout scrunched up and I blinked at the feeling. Refocusing on the creature, I gave him a look but he held his digit in front of my face and I pulled away. Satisfied with the reaction, the creature pushed me away before taking a deep breath and submerging himself. A moment later he reemerged with most of the suds having been washed out. Wiping his eyes clear of water, he looked to me before pulling me back towards him.

Without even giving me a chance to protest, he dunked me under water, before quickly pulling me back up. Sputtering, I wiped the water in my face away the best I could, but as soon as I reopened my eyes, the creature dropped more water atop my head, washing away my work. Breathing through my mouth, I had to be careful to not inhale any of the water, as the creature wetted my mane through and through. Eventually the water raining from above stopped, and thinking the creature was done I began to voice discontent.

“Give it a rest will ya, I can wash myself! Agh! My eyes!” I said before covering my eyes as I was blinded by shampoo that had been squirted onto my multicolored mane.

Soon after, I could feel the digits of the creature’s claws working the soap into my mane. As annoyed as I was at the creature, there wasn’t much to do but sit and wait for him to finish lathering up my mane. Accepting defeat, I sat in the tub, grumbling with my eyes closed as the creature did his thing. Despite my irritation, I found myself worrying about it less and less as the digits worked the knots in my mane loose.

Running his claws through my mane, I let out a sigh at the feeling, reclining as I relaxed in the warm water. As I settled back, I let out a soft chuckle, wondering if Feather Pen received the same treatment as me.