Looking to his left and right, down either direction of the long, dimly lit hallway, Alex pulled a key from the pocket of his robe. Though the hour was late, with many of the castle’s staff having retired for the night, he still had to be cautious; so far as he knew, a small number of guards patrolled the premises, if only for tradition’s sake, so there was a slim chance he might be happened upon. Unlocking and slowly cracking the door open, he peeked inside the chamber.
Lit only by the faint light of the moon, the room’s contents were barely visible, yet his eyes quickly adjusted and settled on his target. Laying atop a mattress beneath the window, bathed in the soft glow from outside, rested Captain Aegis. The sight of the stalwart thestral stallion, softly snoozing and bereft of his armor, brought a sly grin to the young man’s face.
At or maybe slightly taller than the average pony, but powerfully built, there was nothing all that spectacular about Aegis. His shortly cropped mane and tail were a dark sapphire, the fur of his coat was a deep mauve, and his eyes were a piercing amber, which suited his rank and profession exceptionally well. By any reasonable measure, the Captain was an attractive, middle aged stallion, one who’d apparently had an eye for his liege’s slender, sultry, bipedal guest.
Alex wasn’t normally one to go skulking about in the depths of night, though he’d been stricken by divine inspiration. Since it was the last night of his vacation to Canterlot, and because he’d noticed how flustered the fair Captain had gotten while talking to him, he’d devised a deliciously depraved plot. Upon telling Artemis of his little scheme, the young diarch had fetched him a master key, wished him the best of luck, and informed him that the veteran guard did deserve to have a bit of steamy fun.
As he slipped into the chamber, silently pulling to and locking the door behind himself, he tiptoed across the carpeted floor and towards his target. He’d evaded detection while skulking through the keep and made it inside Aegis’ room, but he couldn’t afford to rejoice - not when the riskiest part of his operation was yet to come. Getting to the Captain was easy enough - securing the captain would be where things got dicey.
Reaching the bedside, mutely smiling down at the dozing pony, he lifted his left arm and removed four long, braided cords from around his shoulder. If he made one wrong move or accidentally made a sound, especially if the stallion was a light sleeper, his dastardly design would go up in smoke - fortunately for him, the stud had made his job just a little easier than it could have been. The Captain was on his back, with his legs bent and nearly resting against his torso, giving the smirking femboy the perfect opportunity to enact the next phase of his scheme.
Carefully tying two lengths of rope around Aegis’ hocks, and securing the cords to the nearby bedposts, he stealthily moved to the head of the bed and repeated the process with the pony’s forelegs. Strapping a full-sized stallion to a bed was no easy process, especially because he was taking precautions not to wake the Captain, so it took the better part of twenty minutes to get everything into place. It was only after the final lash was in place did he step back, inspect his work, and smile.
While he was fully aware that tying someone to their own bed, in the middle of the night, would be a bit suspicious, there was a method to his madness. Considering the Captain had an eye for him, and had served both Artemis and Solaris loyally for well over a decade, he thought he’d give the hunky stallion a parting gift before he returned to Ponyville. Quietly rushing back to the foot of the bed, with his robe fluttering behind his svelte frame, he gingerly crawled onto the mattress and closed on the snoozing stud.
Despite being at or slightly above the average size for his kind, Aegis still dwarfed Alex in size. While standing, the good Captain was roughly the same height as the young man, yet his overall mass was easily triple that of the lithe femboy’s. At a glance, the veteran guard could be mistaken for a horse, which was one of the reasons his unexpected guest had immobilized him.
Moving over the covers, steadily closing on the slumbering beast’s rear, Alex gazed longingly at the stallion’s groin. Unlike the rest of him, which was covered in an alabaster coat or brilliant azure hair, the flesh of Aegis’ bare loins was slate grey. The contrast of colors would have been interesting enough, in and of itself, but the sight of the thestral’s weighty nuts and fleshy sheath set his mouth to water.
Back on earth, before he’d wound up in Equestria, he’d kept his lustful fascination with horses a well-guarded secret. If people had found out he’d fantasized about doing anything amorous with a simple-minded creature, he would have been ostracized at best or, at worst, thrown into jail, yet that concern was a distant memory. Having found himself in a land of talking, magical equines, two of which he’d taken as lovers, he was more than free to sate his bestial urges whenever he pleased.
Coming within less than a foot of Aegis’ crotch, a heady, all too familiar scent tickled his sinuses. Impossibly masculine and stronger than the aroma of any human, the stud’s package smelled, in a word, ambrosial. His pulse quickened slightly, he licked his lips, and almost caved to his desires - almost. The plan he’d enacted wasn’t just for his entertainment, so he lifted his head and peered up at the Captain’s face, ensuring the thestral was still asleep.
Seeing the tranquil look on Aegis’ face, he inched forward, wished himself luck, and pressed his face against the thick, wrinkled flesh of the stud’s sheath. There were few things that guys of any species enjoyed more than waking up to a blowjob, and that’s exactly what he intended to give to the kind, hard-working guard - that said, it was a bit tricker to pull off on an equine than it was on a human. He lightly kissed and tongued the Captain’s equipment, finally ready to begin in earnest.
Exciting a pony was as magical as it was rewarding, and he genuinely believed he’d never tire of it. Slowly but surely, drawn out by his pouting lips and skillful tongue, Aegis’ flaccid stallionhood emerged. Like the rest of his kind, while not aroused, his dick retracted into his abdomen, though Alex knew just what to do to fix that. Sleeping or not, there wasn’t a guy in existence who wouldn’t get excited by somebody affectionately loving on their privates.
A partially-flaccid pillar steadily appeared before him, prompting him to shift his focus to the magnificent and meaty appendage. His palate was already coated with the taste of sinful flesh, mingling with the heavenly musk flooding his sinuses, but there was another flavor he dearly wished to sample. Adjusting his positioning, he propped himself on one arm and reached out to stroke the slumbering Captain’s length.
As the stallionhood grew rigid in his grip, swelling and expanding with blood, he couldn’t help but wonder what Aegis was dreaming of. He honestly wasn’t sure where the guard’s sexual preferences lie, although he was certain that he’d evoked a few sinful thoughts with the officer. Gently pulling and angling the semi-turgid cock towards his face, he wrapped his lips around the blunted tip and began bobbing his head.
It would only be a matter of time until the stallion woke up, but that was part of the fun. Feeling the thestral stir, he periodically glanced up to see if the dozing Captain was truly asleep or not. Moving at a leisurely pace, very much enjoying the act of doing something so naughty, he continued undeterred - that was, until a stifled grumble caught his ear. Rearing back, freeing the saliva slickened dick from his maw, he noticed Aegis’ eyes flutter open.
“W…what’s…” the stud slurred, tugging lightly at his bonds.
Alex became a blur, scrambling forward to straddle the stallion’s chest. Should the Captain should or make a ruckus, it would attract attention - attention which would put their good time to an abrupt and wholly unbecoming end. The thestral gasped, undoubtedly shocked by the appearance of the robed figure atop him, before a finger was pressed to his lips.
“Shhhhhhh,” Alex hissed, shooting his prey a wink. “You don’t want to wake up anyone, do you?”
“A…A…Alex?” Aegis blurted, a split second before the femboy clamped a hand over his muzzle.
The Captain’s surprise wasn’t at all undue, especially because the young man was in an open relationship with one of the most powerful rulers in all the land, so Alex kept his hand in place until the look of panic in the thestral’s eyes subsided. Carefully withdrawing his arm, ensuring that the stallion wasn’t going to shout, he straightened up and pulled at the belt of his robe. If Aegis was startled by finding a young man in his bed, he had another thing coming.
Pulling the fabric from over his shoulders, letting the garment slide down his slim frame, Alex exposed his trump card. He’d always had a penchant for bottoming, submitting to the domineering will of larger, more powerful males, although that didn’t always mean he took a servile role. Seeing the stallion’s eyes dance over his nearly nude body, drinking in the black leather straps clinging to his pale flesh, a wolfish smirk split his lips.
The bondage outfit had been carefully concealed throughout his little trek through the castle, though the time for keeping it hidden had passed. He seldom got to wear the getup, so he considered the chance to adorn himself like an impish dominatrix was a strong fringe benefit of his scheme. Not only did his garb help cement how assertive he could be, under the proper circumstances, but there was something deliciously sexy about getting gussied up in such a scandalous fashion.
“Now,” he softly began, plucking and tossing the robe to the side, “are you going to be a good colt or a bad colt?” To emphasize the point, he displayed a ball gag that he’d removed from his open-front nightgown.
Looking from the bondage apparatus to the young man’s face, Aegis gulped. “I…I’ll be a good colt.”
“Hmmhmmhmm - good,” Alex chuckled, tossing the gag to the side.
He’d largely brought the item as a show of force, and he was thankful that he hadn’t needed to actually use it. Having the Captain’s mouth free would allow him to hear the moans, grunts, and stifled whimpers of delight that he had every intention of coaxing out of the stallion - that and he definitely wouldn’t mind a kiss or two. Getting to his feet, looming over the bound thestral, he turned around and sank to his knees.
“Since you’re a good colt, and don’t need a gag, how about you put that mouth to use,” he purred, looking over his shoulder while lowering his rear to the stud’s face.
Fully facing the then throbbing stallionhood, he pressed her chest to the stud’s barrel. He was just tall enough to be able to comfortably sixty-nine the guard, although that’s not exactly where his intentions lie. Hotly making out with Aegis’ cock, he rolled his hips back and ground his ass against the restrained pony’s muzzle. While he wouldn’t have minded getting his dick sucked, his hope was that his ass, the very asset which seemed to have caught the Captain’s eye, would prove a more tempting target.
Opening his mouth and lolling out his tongue, he pressed his head forward and slipped the magnificent length into his maw. Even if the stud didn’t end up taking an active roll, he wouldn’t have been too heartbroken - not with the other tricks he had up his nonexistent sleeve. Raising and lowering with the stallion’s heavy breaths, savoring the body heat his unwitting partner afforded, he felt a warm gust of air on his rump.
“Go ahead,” he cooed, reaching back and giving his tush a playful smack. “Consider it a midnight snack.”
The little tease, paired with a supple rump against his face, proved too much to bear for the Captain. What could only be a tongue drew up his coin purse, up his taint, and to his slickened, winking pucker. The sensation of a broad, strong tongue against him sent a thrilled shiver up his spine, yet that was only one aspect of his gratification; in a matter of minutes, he’d managed to immobilize and provoke an illustrious and distinguished member of the royal guard with his wiles.
Aside from his attire and the stealth he’d used to sneak into the Captain’s room, Alex had thoroughly prepared for the evening. He’d showered and cleaned himself thoroughly, both inside and out, and pre-lubed his backdoor for action. Though the intense rimming was a pleasant warmup, had he gone without it, he was ready, willing, and more than a little eager to have his ass stuffed.
Groaning around the thick, vascular shaft of thestral dick, relishing Aegis’ mounting enthusiasm, he pressed his head forward and forced the stallionhood into his throat. While he wouldn’t be able to fellate the entirety of his host, he wasn’t bothered by the small inconvenience. There could and would be a chance to choke himself on the Captain later - for the time being, he just needed to push his friend to the brink.
Gradually moving faster and faster, both jacking off and sucking on the guard, he felt Aegis’ motions wither. Anyone, be they pony or otherwise, would have a hard time concentrating while getting a skillful blowjob, and the Captain was no different. Continuing to worship the subdued guard, he only relented when he felt the stallionhood in his gullet starting to flair.
As he pulled back, freeing his mouth and taking a breath of fresh air, he wiped the saliva and pre-cum from his chin. While a small portion of him did regret not sucking the stallion off to finish, his aspirations drove him onward. Edging the Captain was part of the plan, and he had to fight the urge to get ahead of himself.
Forcing the smile from his face, he pushed himself up, turned around, and placidly stared down at the stud’s blushing face. There was something undeniably magical about the power dynamic, having such a mighty creature totally at his mercy, and he made a mental note to try the tactic on either Zecora or Artemis at some point. Carefully stepping backwards, while continuing to peer into Aegis’ eyes, he lowered himself into a squat and hotdogged the throbbing stallionhood between his buns.
“W…what are you doing?!” Aegis frantically whispered, as his cock twitched violently against the femboy’s backside.
Shuffling forward, bringing his face to within inches of the stud’s snout, while coincidentally allowing the cock-head beneath him to slid to his pucker, Alex smirked. “I’m simply rewarding my Prince’s faithful praetorian for his service…”
As the young man rolled his hips back, increasing the pressure on his entrance, the Captain’s eyes widened. “But you’re not mine! If Artemis catches us together, he’ll -”
“I’ll what?” a sonorous voice intoned, as a brilliant flash briefly lit the room.
Alex’s composure nearly broke, as he looked over and gazed upon none other than the Night Prince Artemis. He shouldn’t have been surprised that the alicorn would make an appearance during the event, yet the timing was uncanny. Positively beaming, overjoyed with the sight of one of his two lovers, he reflexively rocked back and impaled himself on the stud beneath him. As far as he was concerned, his regal mate was fully entitled to enjoy the scandalous show - unfortunately, the Captain wasn’t nearly as pleased with the sudden appearance.
Looking from the femboy slowly impaling himself on his length to the Prince, Aegis’ mouth noiselessly for a moment. “M…my liege, I can explain!”
As he stepped over and examined cords lashing the guard to the bedposts, Artemis piqued a brow. “Alex, I’m disappointed in you. These bindings are far too loose,” he murmured, igniting his horn and tightening the ropes. “Now then, as for you…”
“I…I had nothing to do with - Mmmph -” the guard grunted, reflexively bucking his hips.
“To do with what, fair Captain? Nothing to do with working so hard and studiously climbing the ranks to become one of my most trusted officers?” the Prince intoned, smiling at the stupefied stud. “You’ve served me for years, yet you’ve only sparingly taken any time for yourself - not to mention your utter lack of a lover.”
Aegis tried to respond, sputtering uselessly for a moment, before he looked down his chest and froze. Throughout the brief back-and-forth, the young man atop him had steadily taken inch after inch of his length - to the point where an imprint could be seen within his belly. Giving a second impulsive thrust, evoking a whorish moan from the lad, he only then remembered that he was being fucked by the Prince’s mate.
“Come now, there’s no need to feel sheepish -” Artemis chuckled, trotting around the bed and to the young man’s side, “after all, I know full well how incredible his skills are.”
Alex had kept silent throughout the exchange, yet the Artemis’ praise and Aegis’ reaction proved a deadly mix. Moving one hand behind his head, brushing his hair behind his shoulders, he softly caressed and squeezed the bulge creeping up his belly. Regardless of who was having sex, there was one factor that he’d grown particularly fond of capitalizing on - the theatrics.
“He’s so big,” he whimpered, feeling the girthy medial ring slip into his behind.
The admission was a bit of a misdirection, though he felt no guilt from it. Compared to a human, the Captain’s endowment was almost incomprehensibly huge, at over a foot long and over two inches wide - sure, Artemis may have beaten him in length, and Zecora in girth, yet it made little difference in the grand scheme of things. With only a few inches left to go, inspired by the bondage and exhibitionistic elements, he slammed his ass down and hilted the beast.
“Impressive, isn’t he,” Artemis hummed, craning his neck to kiss the lad’s cheek. Aegis mutely, though his eyes never left the femboy’s blushing, smiling face. “Just imagine bending him over and breeding him.”
As the Prince concluded his statement, two things happened: Aegis attempted to give a thrust, flexing his hips and hind legs, while Alex raised his waist and unsheathed the base of the Captain’s shaft. While it was clear that both were ready to begin the main event, the sinful circumstances only allowed one of them full freedom of movement. Reclining and rolling his head back, having properly braced his legs to either side of the stud’s hips, Alex started screwing himself on the guard.
The act of being filled by a stallionhood was amazing beyond words, easily the height of sexual bliss, and so his little theatrical act soon became all too real. Whimpering and groaning, he hung his head and fixated on the massive cock caressing his insides - that being said, he subconsciously pleasured his mate in the process. The muscle memory of devoting himself to his lovers kicked in, allowing him to relish the experience and serve the stud in tandem.
Though he couldn’t see it, being without a mirror, he felt his backdoor being drawn out and stuffed in with each stroke. His prick bobbed and swayed, untouched yet drooling freely onto the Captain’s abdomen and belly. He’d screwed himself on or been railed by stallions more times than he could count, with the overwhelming majority being Zecora and Artemis, and he knew that there was no need to touch himself - well not his cock anyways.
He had no doubt that there was an argument to be made for laying with another human, but he knew he could ever go back from bedding equines. He’d become a total slut for ponies, developing what he could only classify as an addiction to the giant, majestic creatures. An equine’s size, power, grace, and scent were all captivating beyond reason, but their equipment - heavens above, he didn’t believe he could ever be satisfied by anything other than a big, meaty horse dick.
Losing himself to the moment, rhythmically bouncing on and milking the Aegis’ shaft, his thoughts began to wander. There wasn’t all that much he actually knew about the guard, but he was aware that his host was bereft of a special somepony in their life - as such, between his lack of a partner and devotion to his career, he was more than likely sitting on quite the heaping helping of virile foal-batter. While getting a piping-hot load of spunk down his gullet would have been nice, feeling his depths flooded with the thick, potent essence of his host would be the perfect finishing touch for his salacious evening.
“Just look at how enthused he is,” Artemis snickered, magically twisting and pulling the boy’s nipples.
The additional simulation sundered Alex’s concentration. Seated fully on the Captain’s lap, with the fat medial ring resting almost squarely on his p-spot, he impulsively decided to switch tactics. Gyrating and bucking his hips, while clenching as hard as he could, he reached between his legs, gathered a crystalline drop of pre-cum on his finger, lifted his arm, and licked his digit clean; while it didn’t taste nearly as strong as a pony’s, the little display worked wonders. Snorting in frustration, apparently struggling against his bestial urges, the guard tried and failed to give a genuine thrust.
“My apologies, Captain, allow me to help with that,” the Prince sighed, sending power into his horn.
Before Alex could say or do anything, he found a dim aura surrounding him. It only took him a split second to realize where the alicorn’s intentions lie, since he’d been used like a living, breathing fuck-toy before, so he hastily attempted to pick up the slack. Placing his hands on the Captain’s chest, he heatedly redoubled his efforts to earn the stud’s cum.
One of the benefits of the cowgirl was the natural orientation of a thestral’s dick. Facing forward, it was both exceptionally easy and pleasant to ride a stallionhood - that is, once one got used to the sheer enormity of their endowment. Wantonly throwing his ass back, feeling the Captain’s plump, fuzzy nuts gently slap against his tush, he gnawed his lip. The only drawback for fucking himself on a stud was that, while draped fully forward, the sensation of fur against his prick substantially reduced his otherwise impressive endurance.
With his mind clouded by lust, losing his sense of reason, he listed to the side and fumbled for the binding around Aegis’s right hind leg. He’d accomplished everything he’d hoped to, surprising the guard with a good time while tied up, so he saw no harm in caving to an urge of his own. While power-bottoming for a stallion was all well and good, giving his partner just a touch of control meant he’d get railed even harder.
Undoing the knot and freeing the stud’s lower limb, the unmistakable sound of sorcery caught his ear. Glancing over his shoulder, seeing Artemis mirroring his actions, his heart skipped a beat. He should’ve known that the Prince wouldn’t mind him having a bit of fun, but the reassurance damn near made him swoon.
In the blink of an eye, realizing he’d been partially freed, Aegis put his body to work. Slamming his fetlocks on the mattress, he savagely started thrusting. The move was jarringly brutal, driving Alex’s body upward and causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head. He could practically feel the desperation in the stallion’s bucking hips, the pent up frustration of being bound, and now he was going to reap what he sowed.
Panting with every unstoppable plunge, doing what he could to meet the stud’s movements, Alex pushed himself back into a seated position. He knew he wasn’t going to last long one way or another, but having his dick rub against the Captain’s soft coat would undo him in no time at all. Arching his back and resting his hands on the stud’s upper thighs, both to stabilize himself and get his prostate demolished, he drank from the fountain that was Aegis’ passion.
Wildly bucking his hips, clenching and relaxing his stuffed backside, he relished every second of the depravity. Having Artemis present was a pleasant surprise, for a number of reasons; the exhibitionistic thrill of showing off for his lover, hearing the alicorn’s flattery, and having his body sorcerously caressed was divine, the metaphorical icing on the cake. Nearing his limit, with his thighs beginning to tremble uncontrollably, he felt the soft caress of the arcane on his pulsing length.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, slipping past the point of no return.
His motions faltered and all but ground to a halt, as he was beset by a tide of rapture. Rope after rope of spunk shot from his flailing, twitching dick, coating the Captain’s underbelly and chest. The feeling of climaxing while being railed was as wondrous as ever, yet the stud’s reaction made the moment all the more magical.
Be it from his mounting rut-lust, seeing the femboy cum on him, the Prince’s blessing, or some combination of the three, Aegis flew into a frenzy. Jackhammering the lad from below, forcing more jizz out of the young man’s prick, his motions became downright frantic. It was a marvelously bestial change of pace and it marked the moment he lost control to his primal desires.
Though he basked in the ecstasy of his climax, the sensation of the guard flaring within him snapped Alex back to the present. He was about to get what he pined for, earning an ass full of undoubtedly thick and potent seed, and so he tamped down his own rapture to fully appreciate the moment. It took everything he had to regain control of his body, but he rode the stud with all the fervor and skill he could muster.
Aegis’ chest heaved, the air fogged with hot breath, and he set his jaw, trying in vain to hold out just a little bit longer, but it was all for not. Moving in nearly perfect sync with the femboy on his lap, he thrust upward while his diminutive partner slammed down upon him; that final plunge was his undoing, and there was no going back. Growling and snorting, fitfully humping against the lad, he came.
The deep growls and grunts of his host were quickly joined by the blissful sensation of a seething torrent flooding Alex’s depths. He’d cum less than a minute beforehand, transitioning from the intense pleasure of a climax to the blissful euphoria of the afterglow, yet the Captain’s orgasm obliterated his refractory period. In an instant, he went from recovering and enjoying himself to being blindsided by a second, wholly unforeseen shockwave of rapture.
His rhapsodic howl filled the air, while his belly angrily gurgled. He’d expected Aegis to be backed up, but he’d woefully underestimated just how backed up the stud truly was. The pressure in his gut gradually grew stronger and stronger, causing his belly to distend and sag under the weight of what had to be well over a liter of spunk. He nearly felt bad for the devoted praetorian, had he not been overwhelmed by the intensity of the stallion breeding his ass.
“Goodness me - Captain, I assumed it had been a while, but just look at what you’ve done to my poor Alex,” Artemis amusedly noted, reaching out and rubbing the cum-bloated femboy’s swollen abdomen.
“S…Sorry, my liege,” Aegis stammered, somehow finding the strength to talk.
“There’s no need to apologize - after all, just look at how much he loves it,” the Prince responded, drawing the feathered appendage under his lover’s chin.
Panting softly, Alex looked down at his very rounded tummy. “It’s so warm.”
He was used to being used to taking some considerably large donations from stallions, but the sheer quantity of the Captain’s foal-batter may well have set a new record. Caressing his belly, feeling the contents gurgle and work their way deeper into his depths, a blissful, cum-drunk smile split his features. Regardless of what happened next, he was curious about two things: how productive an alicorn would be after being blue-balled and how his performance was for the guard.
As he came down from the high of the well-deserved climax, a somewhat disquieting issue reared its ugly head. He’d snuck into Aegis’ room, helped relieve the stallion’s pent-up state, and had a good bit of fun, yet the byproduct of their fooling around may way sully their evening - in an all too literal sense. Feeling very much like a used condom, knowing the creamy nut within him would in all likelihood make a huge mess, he pursed his lips and looked over at the Prince.
“What’s the - oh,” Artemis sighed, peeking down at the lad’s stomach. “One moment.”
With a flash and a small pop of displaced air, the alicorn produced a rather sizeable butt plug into existence. It wasn’t a surprise that the Prince realized where his mate’s concerns lie, but it was heartwarming that he almost immediately grasped the severity of the situation. Nonchalantly trotting behind the still-seated young man, he levitated the sex-toy into position.
“Shall we do it on three?” the Prince asked, prompting a nod from the femboy. “Alright. One…two…”
At the count of three, Alex raised his hips, cleared himself from the rapidly softening shaft entombed within him, and had the plug firmly lodged into place. The sensation of cold silicone against his flesh, replacing the subtle warmth of the guard’s cock, was a bit heartbreaking, but it was a necessary evil - that and it served its purpose wonderfully. Unsteadily swinging a leg over the supine Captain, aided to the ground by Artemis’ magic, he took a faltering step and pressed himself against the alicorn’s side.
“Um - do you mind if I…” Aegis trailed off, glancing to the ropes still bound to his limbs.
Evoking his arcane might, Artemis dematerialized the cords from about the guard’s frame. “I am sorry you were trussed up, but you don’t seem to have minded it all that much,” he snickered, wrapping a wing around the quivering young man.
“Mind?” the Captain laughed, rolling off the bed and getting to his hooves. “That was the best piece of ass I’ve had in ages - heck, maybe ever.”
“Well I’m glad you gained a full appreciation for him,” the Prince hummed, softly kissing the lad’s cheek. “Unfortunately, we must bid you adieu for the time being; with our train departing first thing in the morning, and you having an early shift tomorrow, I’m sure we could all use a night’s rest.”
“Of course, my liege,” Aegis replied, snapping a crisp, albeit somewhat shabby salute.
Artemis nodded his thanks, before bringing his muzzle to his mate’s ear. “After that little performance, you wouldn’t mind helping me blow off a little steam, would you?” he breathed, his voice fainter than a whisper.
In spite of being tired, slathered in sweat and cum, and feeling as steady as a newborn fawn, Alex shook his head. As far as he was concerned, should he not get enough sleep, he could sleep on the train. Having waved a final goodbye to the captain, knowing it wouldn’t be the last time they saw one another, he was whisked away with the Alicorn to their chamber to get a bit of rest…
…
Aegis drifted to the side, momentarily going off balance, before catching himself and straightening back up. The bags under his eyes, his disheveled mane, and somewhat slack posture made it evident that he wasn’t feeling all that well, although only a select hoofful knew why he was in such a sorry state. Hearing someone approach, he automatically clapped a forehoof to his armored chest and stared dead ahead.
“Morning, Hot Stuff,” Alex cooed, walking past and dancing his fingers over the stallion’s neck.
He didn’t feel nearly as confident or energetic as his little tease led one to believe, but he couldn’t help himself from giving the exhausted guard one final, affectionate bit of harassment before he traveled home with Zecora. He was pretty tired himself, in part because he’d ended up blowing then getting fucked by Artemis after he’d finished with the Captain, and he felt certain he’d conk out shortly after boarding the train. Continuing through the main corridor, moving towards the castle’s exit, he winked over his shoulder at the handsome thestral.
Though he was weary beyond belief, the sight of the little minx sent blood rushing to Aegis’ equipment. Breaching protocol and waving goodbye, ignoring the fellow guard to his left, a weak smile graced his lips. A part of him was both jealous and frustrated, since he wasn’t lucky enough to have such an attractive and charming partner, yet there was another, far more nefarious issue he’d grappled with through his sleepless night - he wasn’t sure if he was gay.
Up until his unexpected and wildly scandalous tryst with the little human, he’d only ever bedded mares - that being said, he’d occasionally thought about what it would be like to get intimate with a stallion. His time with Alex had upended his once grounded sexuality, and he’d been given much to consider about himself, but those matters could wait until after his shift and, with any luck, a full night’s sleep. Stifling a yawn, nearly forcing himself to reassume his standing post flanking the throne room, he rubbed his eye.
“Are you ok, Sir?” the cadet to his left quietly inquired, peering over at him.
Languidly looking in the greenhorn’s direction, the Captain briefly considered chastising the new recruit for asking the question, but thought better of it. “I’ll be fine, Cadet.”
The young guard nodded, though the inquisitive look didn’t make his acknowledgement all that convincing. “If you don’t mind me asking, Sir, wasn’t that Alex, Prince Artemis’ lov-”
“Yes, that was Alex,” Aegis grunted, cutting the newbie off.
Looking left and right, down either length of the hallway, the young guard sidled over to the senior officer. “I heard that he and the Prince do all sorts of wild stuff, and that they’ve even gotten Solaris involved a time or two.”
The Captain knit his brow, knowing full well that the rumors were true, and committed himself to keeping the Princes’ affairs a secret. “I really don’t know, but it wouldn’t be a good idea to bring it up again…”
Hearing the barely veiled threat, the cadet nodded and stepped back into position. He was smart enough to know when not to press the topic, particularly with someone who outranked him by several degrees, and the last thing he wanted was to lose his relatively comfortable post within the keep. “Yes, Sir, of course, but I can’t help but wonder how someone so small could actually do anything with a pony - I mean, for Pete’s sake, he’s so tiny compared to one of us, let alone either Artemis or Solaris.”
Aegis had often wondered the same thing, until he’d found out first hand how the deed was done. Doing his best not to think about the night of depravity, nor the possible sexual awakening he’d had because of it, he reached up and rubbed his temple. “Soldier, I’m only going to say this one more time, it’s probably for the best left unasked,” he groused. “But,” he hastily added, seeing a crestfallen look settle on his partner’s face, “it would be good for you to know where Solaris hides the danishes and coffee in the morning.”
Without another word, motioning for the rookie to follow, he trotted off towards the secondary kitchen where the elder diarch stashed the best java and pastries. So long as he could grind through his twelve hour shift, he’d be fine - he hoped. The weekend was right around the corner, he’d be able to fully recuperate, and he might just go out for a drink - maybe to that colorful bar he’d heard about on the west side of town. Both amused and annoyed with the svelte little imp who’d quite literally fucked him over, he shook his head and continued on his way…
