"Geez," I grumble, leaning back in my office chair and arching my back in my seat, groaning in satisfaction as I hear a series of cracks and pops, "Today was brutal. Fleur really wanted to go for most of her session."

Opening the increasingly familiar bottle of Applejack Daniels sitting atop my desk, I pour two glasses full and cap the bottle before taking a deep drink from one of the crystal containers, "Ahh... It was worth it though. She said that she would recommend me to her friends...and I bet that she has quite a few of those."

"Talking to yourself again, Renard?" I hear from behind me, a chuckle escaping me as I calmly turn my chair to face Luna, having expected her this time. A pleasant smile adorns Luna's muzzle, her hair sparkling softly in the light of my office as she lays on top of the bed again, seeming to like that spot in particular, "We see that you did not spook this time. That is good, my friend."

"You can't get me twice, Luna. I figured you might show up again tonight," I comment, giving a chuckle of my own and holding the full glass towards her as I grin, internally proud of myself for remaining calm despite the surprise, "Want some? I figured I should prepare something for you to enjoy as well, as a proper host would."

"Ah, you are learning," Luna teasingly replies, giggling and accepting the offered glass with her magic to take a drink of it. Sighing in relaxation after she swallows down the liquid courage, she levitates the glass a small distance from her before smirking at me, "Why did you assume that we would be here tonight as well? Are you expecting the Princess of the Night to have unlimited free time for you?"

I shake my head and down the rest of my whisky, shuddering from the sharp burning and wondering if I drank too much at once, "Urgh... N-no, I don't. You've simply been here every night so far, so it was a safe guess to assume you would be here again. It's nice to see you again, Luna."

"You as well, friend. We are excited to meet with you again this weekend," she states with slowly lidding eyes, moving the glass back towards her muzzle and drinking again. I can see each motion of Luna's throat as she tilts her head upward, a soft blush growing on my cheeks from the mildly suggestive display as I return my glass to the small sink in the room.

"As am I. If you would like, we could head into the city beforehand and do some shopping," I offer, raising a brow as Luna pats the spot beside her with a hoof. Despite intending to return to my seat, I find my legs carrying me towards the moon princess before I sit beside her, my legs dangling from the edge while my feet rest against the floor.

Luna surprises me by laying her head on my lap, my eyes widening as she adjusts herself to grow more comfortable. The remainder of her drink levitates off to the side, and she curls her forehooves to her chest before she smiles up at me, her eyes gazing into mine and immediately drawing me in, "If you like. You have the weekends off, so there is time before our dinner date. It is not a problem if we rest our head here, correct?"

"N-not at all, Luna," I stutter out, the blood flow to my cheeks increasing and a soft yelp escaping me as she encompasses my hand in her magic, bringing it to rest on her neck. Realizing what she wants me to do, I begin to stroke Luna's neck with gentle movements, the pleasing hum she gives practically music to my ears, "I already closed up for the night, so I don't have anything else I need to get to. I'm in no rush."

"Good," she coos, her tail flicking softly behind her in my peripheral and bringing images of what is hiding beneath it to mind. A shudder of what seems to be pleasure shoots up her body, her smile growing brighter as I continue to show my affection for her, "We wish to stay by your side for a while longer tonight, Renard. We find your company to be calming."

"Calming, am I? Well, it does make me happy to hear that. I find you to be a fun individual to talk with, and...it's hard to keep any kind of guard up with you around," I admit with a soft chuckle, enjoying the feeling of her slightly chilly mane against my fingers and finding the phenomena to be fascinating, "I'm glad that we're friends, Luna."

"As are we. We look forward to seeing what we can find together in a short few days," Luna says with a hum, leaning into my touch and promising the need for a cold shower once she leaves for the night later.

"Good morning, sir!" Nimbus greets me with a salute and a smile as I step into The Shining Stallion's lobby with a bag of drinks and snacks in hand for the customers, the pegasus seated behind her desk and seems to be sorting through some paperwork, her wings fluttering softly in excitement, "Did you rest well last night?"

"Are you the one letting Luna into my office, Nimbus? Or is she just teleporting in?" I ask the cheerful mare nearby as I place the bags down, yawning and internally regretting staying up so late, unable to sleep due to thoughts of Luna running through my head the entire time and culminating in a wet dream about her and I getting it on, "Good morning either way, though. Sorry about that, I did not sleep well.

"Er...apologies, sir. Perhaps some of the vitality potions in the back will help," she suggests with an apologetic smile, rubbing the back of her head with a hoof as she glances away from me, "As for the Princess...I, erm...noticed her, but I haven't said anything out of concern for my job, truthfully."

"Why would I fire you over warning me about Luna being here?" I inquire with a raised brow, halting in place and turning to face her for the moment, "That seems kind of silly to me, Nimbus. You're not going to get fired over something like that. I doubt you could do anything that would make me want to fire you. You're too nice for that."

Nimbus' ears perk up, flicking softly as a soft red tinge grows on her cheeks, averting her gaze and shuffling her hooves against the floor, "I-if you say so. Well if I'm doing my job right, then I'm happy. Thank you for the reassurance, sir."

"Huh? It's not an issue, so don't worry," I say, waving a hand dismissively and heading towards the back, "I'm going to get some coffee so that I can be a bit more awake for today's clients. Please apologize on my behalf if she gets here before I get back."

"Alright. Sir, your session client for today is a 'he,' by the way," Nimbus declares, causing me to freeze in my tracks and sigh deeply, rubbing the bridge of my nose out of her sight, "Sir? Did you hear me?"

"Yeah! Yeah, I heard you! Thanks, Nimbus!" I call back to her, groaning softly as I enter the storage room and begin my search for a bottle of Applejack Daniels and a vitality potion. Grinning to myself as I spot the red bottles that contain the useful potions I need, I take one off of the shelf and pop the cork before downing it and setting the empty bottle aside, "Tastes like cherry. Nice. Now for the coffee...and I think I left that bottle of whisky on my desk."

Making my way out of storage, I head upstairs and quickly prepare a large cup of coffee before carrying it down to my office and spiking it with more whisky than I probably should be drinking right now. I take a large gulp of the alcoholic beverage and sigh happily, feeling my nerves unwinding by the moment as the ethanol floods my system, "A guy. A fucking guy. Luna did not say anything about this last night. I didn't think I'd have to get fucked by a horse for this job."

Groaning softly, I decide to finish my coffee before thinking any harder about anything, soon left with an empty mug and a much more chipper self. Depositing the used container into the sink, I make one last stop to make sure that I am presentable, using the mirror located in the corner of the office, "Hair combed back? Check. Shirt is pressed, clean, and wrinkle-free? Check. Not looking like a walking corpse anymore? Double-check."

Giving an award-winning grin, at least by my standards, I make my way towards the front desk before glancing up at the clock, realizing that the client should have been here by now. At least ten minutes ago, in fact. Turning my attention to Nimbus, I realize that she is gazing expectantly up at me, clearly able to tell that I want to ask her something.

"Can I help you, sir?" she inquires with a slight tilt of her head, her innocent smile making one of my own grow again, internally pleased with her neat organizational skills and tidy desk.

"The client hasn't come in yet, right? I'm not late this time?" I question with growing hope, wishing not to experience another customer giving me flak for being tardy, "Or did he head in already?"

"Not yet. It's not a big issue, it's just less time for him," Nimbus comments offhandedly with a shrug, using her hoof to write a few more words on a document with a quill as she talks, "If it's who I think it is, he's going to be a good client regardless. The guards are good ponies, but a particular griffon has been climbing the ranks with his acts of heroism lately."

"Really? I've never seen a guard that wasn't a pony before, though. You're sure that isn't just a rumor?" I suggest, glancing towards the door a moment later as it opens from the outside, a large blue and cream feathered creature in golden armor entering. His eyes lock with mine, and something that can only be called a smile spreads across his beak, "Uh... Hello. You're today's client, I take it?"

"Yup. You look pretty different than what I was expecting," the catbird says with a chuckle, stepping closer with soft clacks as his claws tap against the wooden flooring, tail swaying almost playfully behind him. Lifting his helmet off of his head, he sets it on a small rack we keep for clothing or bags to be stashed away by clients during appointments, the short distance allowing me to notice the fur on his hind legs, similarly colored to his feathers.

"What were you expecting? Shorter? Taller? Uglier?" I tease with a soft laugh, closing the distance to assist in removing the rest of the royal guard's armor from his lithe body. Seeming surprised by my assistance for a moment, Gallus smiles at me and remains still, allowing me to remove each piece of his equipment with little issue. Once done with that task, I stand up and give a soft bow, the smile never leaving my face, "It's nice to meet you, Guard Griffon. My name is Renard, and I will be your comfort stallion for today. I don't have any prior experience with males, but I am...open to learning."

"At least you're willing to admit it. Some stallions that I've brought home have been complete beginners and didn't say anything about their lack of knowledge. A sprained tail hurts a lot more for a griffon than for a pony," Gallus assures me with a shrug, patting me on my side before standing on his hind legs and resting his claws against my chest, his smirk reminding me of a cat playing with its food, "I'd like to see what you can do, big guy. Never been with something like you before, and you look a lot better in the flesh. Call me Gallus, none of that stuffy crap while I'm off duty please."

"You, er...saw those newspapers too, I take it?" I inquire, gulping to myself and blushing softly from the proximity, Gallus' soft feathers brushing against my neck as he sidles closer, practically climbing onto me. With his eyes focused on nothing but my face, I return the increasingly sultry stare with a conflicted gaze, my hands sliding under his furry rear to keep him stable, "So you did expect me to be ugly. Well, I'm glad you approve."

Freezing in place for a moment, Gallus tilts his head in confusion before giving a loud laugh a moment later, his eyes shining with mirth and remaining close enough to take up most of my vision. His tail sways faster, wiggling his rump against my hands and adjusting himself to remain attached to my torso, his legs wrapping around my body and locking together behind my back as he whispers into my ear, "You're alright, you know that? I like someone who can joke around with me. Do you take requests?"

"Y-yeah," I respond intelligently, mentally chastising myself for my lack of proper terms usage, and deciding to focus on the client rather than my nervousness, "I do, sir. What would you like for me to do?"

Practically purring, Gallus rubs his cheek against mine and holds on tighter, causing me to flinch a tad as I feel his talons softly digging into my skin through my clothing, "I want you to take me somewhere quiet where we can explore each other a bit more. Maybe I can get a peek under those clothes too?"

Nodding my head with an audible gulp, I adjust my grip on the affectionate avian and begin to carry him towards my office, intending to give this catbird exactly what he wants from me. A soft blush spreads through my cheeks as I feel him begin his exploration already, nudging his beak against my neck and trailing his sharp talons down my spine.

"Nice place you got here," Gallus comments with his beak near my ear, his breathing felt against my neck as he lowers his voice and gives my shoulder a soft squeeze, his actions reminding me of a frisky feline in heat, "You had a lot of customers so far? Looks almost too clean," he jokes, nibbling my earlobe and causing a twinge or pleasure to shoot up my spine.

"Yes, we have nearly had a full schedule since our doors opened only a short while ago," I answer honestly, finding myself petting his back with a hand as I step into my office and approach my work bed, the pristine red sheets practically begging to be laid atop of, "You're the first griffon to step inside so far, though. We have a lot of legends around you guys, so I didn't know what to expect."

"Oh yeah? What kind of legends?" he asks with a soft purr, resting himself against my torso as I turn and take a seat on the edge of the mattress, his arms wrapping around me in a hug, "Can we lay down together? I like to cuddle while I listen to tales of old, hehe."

Rolling my eyes with a chuckle, I nod my head and carefully lay the both of us onto the bed with a relaxed sigh, finding my apprehension fading by the moment. The way his tail slowly swishes in the air behind him as he rests his head against my chest, staring up at me with a cute, excited smile, eager to hear the stories I have to tell, making me feel disarmed and open with Gallus.

"Yeah, there's plenty of them. Some humans call them guardians and protectors," I state before lifting my hand and resting it atop Gallus' head, the guard leaning into my touch with another purr, bringing a smile to my face as I take in more of his surprisingly delicate features despite the notable muscle hidden under his fur, "Some think they guard treasures of lost secrets, and legends say a human named Alexander the Great tamed one and rode across his kingdom while riding on its back."

"That last part doesn't seem very nice to the griffon," my cuddle buddy says with a soft frown, though he remains rested against me, not an ounce of offense seen in his eyes as they remain locked onto mine, "Why tame them when you could just be their friend? And why call them an 'it?'"

"Because humans live in a place where you are a myth," I answer honestly, gently scratching the top of his head with my fingers and coaxing another smile out of Gallus, not wanting to see a frown on his face, "We're the only creatures that we can hold a conversation with, and no living human has ever seen a griffon before. This is technically the first time I can say that I've ever seen a real griffon because you share a passing resemblance to the ones of our legends, and they were said to be little more than animals."

"Oh yeah? I bet we're better then, right?" he inquires with clear hope in his features, wiggling his lower half and making me keenly aware of the male's body heat soaking into me, making me grow somewhat warm. To Gallus' disappointment, I don't immediately respond, humming in thought as my gaze traces each curve of his body, "Aw, come on. You can't tell me that some dumb beast is better than me."

"It depends on what you find appealing, but...I would say you're better company. Kinder, playful, and unlikely to just eat me alive if I look at you wrong. Cuter, too" I say, patting his head and yelping softly in surprise as he suddenly lunges forwards and presses his beak to my neck, nibbling and teasing me with a grin across his face, "W-what are you doing? Oh geez, s-sharp beak..."

"You know, apparently we used to eat ponies," he informs me with too much excitement for my comfort, his talons reaching for the hem of my suit and grasping it as he continues to nip at the sensitive flesh on my neck, "I wonder if human tastes any better. I bet I could just eat you right up."

Internally sighing in relief as I realize that he is just playing around again, I chuckle softly and give him a pat on the back, ruffling the feathers just above his wings, earning a soft moan from Gallus and making me pause in confusion as I glance down at the amorous griffon laying atop my chest, "Did you just...?"

"Mm, yeah. That area is pretty sensitive, you know," Gallus informs me with a purr, slowly tugging my suit jacket open and exposing the white undershirt beneath it, his breath felt clearly against my neck. I blush softly and hesitate for a moment before gently placing my hand back where I touched him before, stroking along his back and between his wings, delighting in the cute little coos and moans he gives in response, "Ohh y-yeah, that's the spot. They're nothing like griffon talons, but those feel pretty dang good."

Gulping as I realize that I'm really going to go through with this, I scold myself for forgetting why I took this job in the first place and decide to tease him a bit more, my other hand reaching for a wing and rubbing the base of it. He trills happily, arching his back into my touch and quickly swaying his tail behind him, his free wing flapping softly against me as he purrs loudly into my chest, "Better than talons, I hope? No sharp claws, no accidental cuts."

"Ohh y-yeah," he coos with a soft stutter, looking down at my chest before slowly unbuttoning my undershirt, bringing a rush of blood to my cheeks from the intimate action and staring at him in surprise as his tongue slips from his beak and licks the edges like one would lick their lips, soon pressing his feathery forehead to the bare portion of my chest, "Feels amazing, Renard. Can you rub a bit lower? And let's get these stuffy clothes off of you."

Nodding my head and taking a deep breath, I assist him in unbuttoning my shirt and soon find myself sitting up enough to slide both my jacket and undershirt off of my arms and my body, my somewhat toned chest now revealed in full to Gallus, who takes the moment to press himself closer to me. I jump a bit in surprise as I feel something pressing between our bellies, which throbs softly and feels different from his fur and feathers against my skin, my hesitation not going unnoticed.

"We could just...keep cuddling if you want. We don't have to do this," Gallus states with a calm and gentle tone, nuzzling into my neck and earning a soft gasp of pleasure from me as he gives me another nip, his wings spread wide behind him, "If you want to go further, then I'm ready for you to take me. You're a very nice human for letting me even go this far, Renard. Lots of ponies run before I even get them in my bed."

Flinching as I realize what Gallus is implying, I shake my head and hug him to me, pressing my face into his feathery neck and resuming my back rubbing, "No, I...I want to. I do. I'm just a bit nervous, and... Wait, you want me to...top you?" I question, my surprise mounting as the playful male nods his head against me, his body practically vibrating as he purrs happily, "Then...yeah, I think I can do that. You're nice too, Gallus."

"Nah, I'm just a horny griffon who wants to pretend he has a loving boyfriend for a while," he says, his arms giving me a soft squeeze and grinding his rear into my lap, earning a soft groan from me as I feel my dick give a throb of its own, the realization that I am not entirely straight hitting me like a freight train and bringing a surprising amount of excitement, "Sounds like I'm not the only one wanting a good fuck. Consider me tamed, and show me how humans do it."

Panting softly, I nod my head in acknowledgment and slide my hands down to his rear, keeping him stable as I stand from the bed and take him with me. I turn to face the bed and delight in the affectionate purrs and nuzzles that the "tamed" griffon is giving me, slowly leaning down and placing him back-first onto the red sheets, making sure to avoid crushing his wings underneath him.

My eyes wander over his chest, stomach, and finally, the prize waiting for me between his legs. His rear is plump and inviting, wiggling softly under me in an attempt to further entice me into rutting him hard, with a small pair of blue-furred testes and a knotted length above them. Unlike a canine's, Gallus' tip is rounded and nowhere near as bright a shade of red, reminding me less of an angry crimson and more of a pale pink tone, likely measuring at around six inches.

"Like what you see, sexy?" he teases, his cock throbbing enough to bob in the air for a moment before coming back down to rest against his firm stomach, drawing another nod of my head in response. I carefully spread his legs wider, giving me a better look and making Gallus blush softly as I examine his equipment with an approving smile, "Good. I do too, big guy. You can touch me wherever you like."

"That so?" I ask with a raised brow, slipping a hand down to grasp one of his ankles, gently rubbing the fur along his paw and his calves, finding the texture of his fur to be quite enjoyable, "Anywhere I want? You wouldn't mind if I did this?" I tease, smirking softly as he simply purrs in response, letting his forelegs rest to either side of his body and pushing his free leg towards my other hand, "You're a very cute little griffon, you know that? So fluffy and warm, I could just take you home with me."

"Is that a promise? Remember, I'm your tamed griffon. Should I call you Alexander, with that in mind?" Gallus jokes, chuckling as I give his leg a gentle squeeze, finding the fantasy of having a tamed griffon like the one below me appealing despite knowing I can't and wouldn't do that to another sapient creature, "Hurry up and get those pants off, I want to see what you're going to be using on me."

"What happened to you being tame?" I question with a quiet laugh, unzipping my pants and letting them fall to the floor, the bulge that was previously concealed now in plain sight to the aroused griffon. His eyes locked onto my crotch, I release his leg and give his belly a few firm rubs as I slip my underwear down as well, the cloth hitting the ground and leaving me bare in front of the carnivorous avian, "You don't usually order someone to do something if they're in charge of you. You're such a goofball, hehe."

"Just part of my charm, Renard. You know you like it," he says with idle thought as he licks his beak again, still staring at my groin and practically salivating at the sight of my cock, which brings another blush to my cheeks, none of the mares that came by having quite this reaction before, "You got any lube, or am I going to have to get creative here? I want that thing inside of me, and I want it now."

"Before we do that, I was curious about something. Have you ever heard of a blowjob?" I ask with a smile, resting a hand on his rear and giving a few teasing squeezes, intent on working up the large kitty on my bed to a fever pitch, "It's pretty popular among humans, and for a good reason. Usually it's done by the bottom, but..."

"Can't say I have. What kind of a name is 'blowjob,' anyways?" he responds with a questioning gaze, looking up and into my eyes with a tilt of his head, his hind legs remaining splayed open, "Sounds like some kind of party trick, honestly."

Grinning down at him, I lean over him and gaze deep into his eyes, Gallus' concern showing on his face as the tables are turned against him, "Well, my cute little griffon, a blowjob is sucking your partner's dick and taking it down your throat on occasion until they fill your stomach with cum. Wanna try?"

He halts in place and quirks a brow in confusion, then rolls his eyes and returns my smirk with one of his own, not phased in the slightest, waving his talons in dismissal and reassurance, "That all? Not a problem, handsome. I'll get that whole thing down there, no problem. Not a big deal at all," Gallus brags, making me pause as I debate on whether or not he is simply overconfident about his skills or not, "No, really! We have no gag reflexes, so I can probably suck the whole thing down in one go. Or are you asking to suck mine?"

"N-no, I meant..." I trail off, causing the blue-furred griffon below me to laugh in amusement as he sits up, forcing me to rise as well to avoid bumping heads with him. Adjusting his posture, Gallus lays down on his belly and looks straight down at my length, a twinge of nervousness rising in my chest as I watch his sharp beak part and approach my tip, "You s-sure you want to do this? I wouldn't mind if you decided not to."

Rolling his eyes, Gallus closes the remaining distance between his head and me before slipping my cock into his maw, eagerly and steadily lowering his head further down it. My legs shake softly for a moment as I feel his silky tongue press against the underside of my length, a hand reaching down to grasp his head, though I don't hinder him from continuing with his wonderful motions, soon sliding into his throat with an audible gulp from Gallus.

"Ohh f-fuck, that's tight," I groan as my grip on his head increases for a moment, relaxing my fingers and stroking him with a shaking hand, his throat bulging softly as his beak reaches my crotch only seconds later, fully hilted inside of Gallus' throat as I attempt to not let a load loose into him then and there, "You weren't kidding. You didn't e-even gag. Holy crap..."

Panting heavily and moaning in bliss, I give Gallus' head a gentle pat and then gasp as I feel his head moving back, my legs practically buckling as he shoves his face back into my groin, stars filling my vision. Noticing my situation, Gallus winks up at me and comes off of my cock with a pop, a string of drool connecting his tongue and my tip, "You should sit down and let me continue. This isn't bad, human. Turns out I like feeling some thick meat filling my throat."

"I don't want to f-fall on you, so let's do that," I state, panting more heavily and leaking some pre that Gallus licks up with a pleased hum, making a shudder of arousal shoot up my spine. Taking a seat beside Gallus, he scoots off of the bed and steps in front of me, parting my legs much as I did to him earlier, licking from my base to my tip before taking me back into his beak and down his throat, stars flashing across my vision from the sheer bliss he's giving me, "Ohhhh... G-Gallus, you are way too good at t-this."

Humming out a thank you in response, Gallus bats his eyes up at me and stuffs himself with my dick once again, the vibrations around it making me fall back against the bed and shake softly as my vision goes completely white. Thankful for the pause, I glance down at Gallus with a wide smile, a hand resting atop his head again and stroking his feathers once again. Noticing the obvious signs of pleasure on my face, he smirks around my cock before purring hard, the sensation like nothing else I have ever experienced before.

I go stiff and fall back onto the bed, giving a hard thrust into Gallus and groaning loudly to voice my pleasure, the amorous griffon quickly bobbing his head up and down my length. Minutes go by, though it feels like hours to me, my eyes blurry and unfocused from the sheer wonder that is a tight griffon throat, the blue catbird purring non-stop.

"F-fuck's sake. I'm already r-really close, Gallus," I warn him, summoning the strength needed to hoist myself up, grasping both sides of his head and making him go still, his purring halting for barely a second before resuming. Panting as I attempt to catch my breath, I begin to slowly slide his head up and down my slick, throbbing cock with a hum, Gallus' cheeks growing redder than ever as I begin to take charge, "You k-keep that up, and I'll be too tired for the rest of the session. So eager, aren't you?"

"Mhm," he replies with a muffled groan of affirmation, his tail lashing excitedly behind him as I start picking up the pace, his beak somehow not managing to cut me as I thrust in and out of him, bringing a smile to my face.

"Good. Then get ready for a ride," I warn, speeding up even further and using his mouth as a fuckhole, ruffling his feathers and earning a shudder of arousal for my efforts. Seeing that he appears to be enjoying himself, I lean over him and grasp one of his wings at the base, gently rubbing and massaging it with teasing squeezes, "My cute little griffon, blue from head to toes. You w-would be perfect as a mighty mount."

Gallus lets his other wing flap against the ground as his taloned claws reach towards my thighs, resting them against me and giving some squeezes of his own, not at all displeased with this turn of events. Not wanting to disappoint my newest client, I put on a burst of speed to bring myself closer to orgasm, intending to finish inside of him, Gallus' expression practically demanding as such.

"I'm s-so close. Gallus!" I cry out a short few moments later as my movements grow more sporadic, humping against the submissive predator before hilting as I cum hard, several shots of white baby batter slipping down his gullet while he swallows it down with eager gulps. My grip on his head weakens as I fall back and onto the bed, panting hard and throbbing heavily down Gallus' throat, the excited griffon trying to drain me of every drop with his constant swallowing, "T-that's enough, bud. G-gonna...pass o-out if you don't s-stop."

Purring again as he slowly pulls his head off of my dick, Gallus licks his beak again and gives one final swallow, the softly panting bird climbing up onto the bed and laying beside me. Chuckling softly, I wrap an arm around his midsection and hug him to me, any concern for decorum out of the window as I cuddle my smiling client, who soon returns the hug and nuzzles into my neck again.

"You know," he starts, giving me a gentle nip and whispering into my ear as he sidles up closer, a bright blue wing draping over my side and possessively holding me to him with surprising strength, "You're a lot of fun, Renard. How about we have more fun next time too?"

"Don't want to go further? You w-were practically begging me before that blowjob," I point out questioningly, giving him a soft squeeze regardless and ignoring the throbbing I feel against my stomach, unsure of why Gallus no longer wishes to continue, "Or did I do something wrong?"

"No, no. Nothing like that, don't worry. I just meant it when I said that I want to get to know you better. It will make the first time that much more special the next time I come visit," Gallus says with a soft growl of affection, nibbling my earlobe again and lounging against me with a casual smirk, "So, tell me a bit more about yourself."

Raising a brow, I snort in amusement from the odd request and change of subject, ignoring the soft blush growing on my cheeks as I watch Gallus act like a typical cat, rubbing and pawing at me with a big smile, "Like what? Not a lot has happened to me since I got here, you know. No grand adventures or evil plots foiled, nothing like that."

"Anything, really. Hobbies, likes, dislikes, whatever you want to talk about," he says with a reassuring pat on my back, climbing atop me and hugging me with both arms and wings alike, the griffon loafing atop me while using me as a body pillow, "Unless you want to maintain that mystery of being an alien from another world, I guess. We could just snuggle instead."

"Let's see... My hobby is taking walks in the park and feeding the ducks there. I like those cherries they put on ice cream sundaes, and I really don't like wasps," I answer in order, laughing softly at the frown Gallus gives me, his hand batting playfully against my shoulder, "Aw, come on. That's what you asked me for!"

"Not just those things, silly. I meant like...where did you come from? Any interest in joining the guard, either?" Gallus asks with a roll of his eyes, pausing briefly as he notices how fit I am, his talons tracing my muscles as he stares at my body, "Okay, joking aside. You should try out for the guard, you'd probably pass with flying colors if you have muscles like this."

"So you can stare at me in armor all day, officer? Watch me get all sweaty before changing?" I tease, wrapping my arms around him and giving him another squeeze, earning a quiet squawk of surprise from Gallus, "I'll consider it, though. Jokes aside, it wouldn't be terrible work."

"Y-yeah, exactly!" he says while averting his eyes, his surprise giving way to a comfortable relaxation as he feels me hug him to my chest, "Just gonna stare at you until you come by my office. I wish I had an office..."

"Speaking of, I used to work in an office," I tell him, letting my head lay against the bed as I prepare to start telling the first non-human about my past, Celestia and Luna aside, "I was a manager at a finance office, spent a lot of time stuck inside of those four walls, filing paperwork and itemizing our purchases along with just making sure no one killed each other. A pain in the ass, but it paid pretty well."

"Sounds like you miss it," Gallus comments with a soft wiggle, his fur rubbing against my bare skin and coaxing a shiver of pleasure to run up my spine, "I miss home too. I've been here for a few years already, and I haven't gotten to visit my friends or family back in Griffonstone since I signed up."

"Dang, that sounds rough. It is because you can't get any leave time?" I inquire with curiosity and sympathy, understanding the problems around finding days off from work, a hand slowly stroking his back in an attempt to comfort him.

Shaking his head, he gives a sigh and looks off into the corner of my office, a melancholic smile adorning his beak, "Nah, it's more about not having the money or the time for a trip that would be long enough to meet with everyone. That, and a lot of my friends live outside of Griffonstone anyways. We'd have to schedule a big meetup, but that won't be easy."

"Mm. Well, I imagine they would be able to find the time to come visit you at some point. Have they ever done that before?" I ask, continuing to stroke Gallus and now giving soft scratches to the top of his head, hoping to help cheer him up a bit, "And hey, you got a friend here now too. I bet some of the guards like you as well."

"True, but it's a bit different when you went to school with said friends. They visit every so often, but always one at a time and on official business. I'm glad you want to be friends with me, though," Gallus says with a soft chuckle, nudging his head into the crook of my neck and purring as I lavish him with touches and scratches, the catbird practically melting against my hands, "Dang, that feels really nice. Mind if I take a quick nap? We can have some fun when I wake up, just let me rest for a while."

Nodding my head and scooting the both of us back onto the bed, I lift the sheets out from underneath us and lay them on top of us, allowing our bodies to grow warmer underneath the soft fabric. Once comfortable, Gallus hugs himself to me and rests his head on my chest, his eyes slowly closing as he drifts off to sleep, looking exhausted after our bout of exploration.

"Rest well, friend. We can do whatever you want when you're awake," I say with a gentle tone, finding the sight of a sleepy Gallus to be completely adorable, "I'll be here the entire time. Sweet dreams, my tame little griffon."

"Goodnight, Renard..." he mutters, soon breathing deeply and evenly once he falls completely asleep, leaving me to watch him with a gentle gaze, intent on making sure that his rest goes undisturbed if only to keep that cute little smile on his beak.

"May Luna keep your dreams peaceful," I say softly, enjoying the moment with Gallus and deciding that I may as well join him, my eyes drifting shut as well as I begin to doze off too, consciousness slipping from me after only a short few moments, dreaming of a fluffy blue cat.

Author's Note

Gallus is going up in the rankings among the Royal Guard, but he's not quite a Captain yet. Even a catbirb needs some loving. Maybe next time Renard will go all the way with him.

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