The cold winds rolled across the training field, Royal Guards strewn about in the grass and dirt. Beaten and exhausted, Celestia’s finest groaned as they wallowed in their agony, armors dented and coated in bruises from the intense attack. In the center of the field stood the remaining combatants, fighting for battlefield supremacy, the last flag to stand in defiance of the attackers.
Only a small number of Guard were left standing, a pair of unicorns, two earth ponies and a lone pegasus. Their gold armor was dimmed in the clouded sunlight, dirt staining the once pristine uniform. Three enemies were left, but those that remained might as well have been three hundred to the rookies defending the flag. The attack had been so fast and brutal that by the time they realized half of their force was down, it was too late to scramble a proper countermeasure.
The attackers were relentless and calculating, their brutal cunning turning the tables in what many considered a one-sided fight almost instantly. Perhaps those that mocked them were right after all, given the state of the battle now.
“Hold the 3 o’clock position, maintain shield against that dragon fire!” Captain Flash Sentry said. “Reinforcements inbound in only five minutes, just hold out until-”
“Captain, your flank!” a cadet cried out.
Turning turned to be a mistake as Flash’s helmet braced and creaked, the brutal impact of a metal-clad fist nearly snapping his jaw clean off. Tumbling down, the pegasus’ wings flailed as his grip on the flag faltered. A kick to his stomach saw the Captain incapacitated, and the following screams of surrender noted the end of the engagement.
The towering titan that toppled the Captain gripped the flag with one hand, yanking the metal pole clean out of the ground. He raised it high and let out a war cry, the various species left standing cheering and tossing their helmets into the air.
“Alright, time!” Princess Twilight called out.
A rush of ponies ran across the field, medics and doctors by the dozens, each one propping up the injured of all species and calling out wounds left and right. The winners of the engagement backed off to give the ponies room to breathe, content with celebrating on the sidelines. As the Guard were rounded up and carried off, Princess Twilight swooped down to the training grounds, a smile on her face.
“That was one of the best battles we’ve ran yet,” she assured the Canterlot Guards. “Despite the loss, you all managed to hold up incredibly well against them, and I can count a minimum of 27% increase in effectiveness!”
The pegasus Captain strode up to the Princess and bowed, shame tainting his voice.
“I’m sorry, Princess, for the shame our loss has brought.”
“Flash, I’m not disappointed,” she said, a hoof raising his chin to look him in the eye. “Failures are just a part of learning. Take what you know now and prepare for the next War Games. If you want to make me proud, then start by making yourself proud.”
With a smile, Flash nodded and made his way to direct the healers to those most injured.
While she didn’t care for the brutality of the scene, Twilight was assured by not just the staff, but the former Princesses as well that the War Games was a necessity for trial by combat. A grinding of rivalry and served to hone the skill and wit of both parties participating. Though she supposed the rival group definitely deserved the win.
The group the Royal Guard had clashed with were composed of a few dozen members of different species, a jointed company designed to instill a sense of camaraderie and unity between the races of Equis. Griffons and Changelings, Yaks and Dragons, and a few scarce ponies filled the ranks. Cheering and hollering, they celebrated their commanders’ victory in earnest.
At the lead of the company stood three figures, those who she sought to share her thoughts with. Four figures of different species, each one a pillar of the company in their own unique ways. A Changeling, a Griffon, a Dragon…
And a human.
Standing at the center of the company, three times the height of any pony, the Captain grinned ear to ear. He barked deep baritones of laughter that would leave most ponies curled up in fear. Her wings twitched, a natural response that she chastised the rudimentary part of her brain for. The iron-clad titan had outfitted his armor with a custom paint job from his world, said it was a reference to a part of his life he’ll never return to. As sentimental as it should have been, Twilight failed to see how hazard stripes and skulls could be something one would look upon fondly. Even the spiked helmet with a viscous grill at the mouth made her wince, every aspect of his armor looked as if it were meant to instill fear at a glance.
Though she couldn’t doubt its effectiveness.
“Princess Twilight!” he said, small hazel eyes locking onto her. “Nice to see you off the books every now and then! So, how’d you like our performance?”
“It was… brutal,” she said, grimacing. “Did you really have to hit Flash Sentry that hard, Peter?”
“I thought he was made of sterner stuff than most,” he said, scratching at his roughly shaved beard. “I doubt that anything can keep him down, so long as you’re there to pep-talk him back into shape.”
“True enough,” Twilight said, hiding a blush. “I want to congratulate your company on the win. The Iron Fists-”
“Iron Warriors,” he corrected.
“-have been performing admirably in only a sparse few months. It was one thing to apprehend a few criminals here and there, but the War Games winning streak alongside your arrests of the Storm King’s Remnants proved without a doubt that your methods are beyond effective.”
“Well, I can’t take all the credit,” Peter said, motioning to his fellow soldiers. “Ain’t that right!?”
Two clangs of pounding chest plates rang before they all cheered in unison.
“I have to ask though, what do you think of as the most crucial part of your method?”
“Good question, let’s ask the lieutenants. Second Rank, fall in!” he barked.
The Griffon, Changeling and Dragon stepped forward in lockstep, saluting before standing at attention.
“Lieutenant Gallus, what is your opinion on our success?” Peter said.
“Sir! We work in unison while utilizing our greatest assets in cohesion with those of our comrades, sir!” the blue Griffon saluted before stepping back.
“Hmm… passable, but I think we’re a bit off the mark. Lieutenant Commander Pharynx, your word on the matter?”
“Sir!” Pharynx saluted, a smile on his face. “We combine the knowledge and tactics of every race under the leadership of a war loving fanatic, sir!”
“I’m giving you shit for that later, back in line!” Peter said, chuckling as he swatted the Changeling back into line. “Now, Lieutenant Fizzle, care to comment?”
“Sir!” the white dragon said, stepping forward, “we not only train together, but live and learn together, sir! It is the essence of our company, to act not as troops, but as a family, sir!”
“Correct! We’ll discuss your prize later!” he said before turning to the Princess. “We act as one family, not an army. We take time to bond, get to know one another. Learn to rely on each other’s strengths and cover for our weaknesses. Fighting for your kind is one thing, but the love you have for family? That’s irreplaceable.”
“Well said, Peter,” Twilight said. “I’m glad you found a family to call your own now.”
Smiling, he looked back at the three subordinates, giving them a wink.
“You’re goddamn right.”
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Within the higher sector of Canterlot Castle, a series of stained glass windows contained the sounds of mirth and merriment. Inside was a gigantic bath house, a work of artisan mastercraft from a bygone age. Crafted for the Princesses, Twilight had sought to award its usage to the Guards after particularly harrowing battles or as a prize during the War Games. Pearly pink pillars held up statues of the greatest heroes that Equestria had ever known. The tiled floor was an immaculate navy with deep gold decor, etchings of places and events that could only be appreciated by careful observers. In the depths of the pools lay rich enchantments, cleansing every single cell of those that stepped within, a perpetual charm that ensured absolute cleanliness for those that entered its halls.
As the Sun caressed the horizon, light softly passed through the windows of the steaming bath house. Within milled only a few members of the Guard, both Royal and the newly minted Iron Guard. Despite Peter’s protests, Twilight had made it abundantly clear the company was not meant to just act as battle-hungry warriors, and though he lamented the loss of the name, he ultimately relented.
“Aaaaah,” Peter sighed, sinking into the steaming bath water.
“Oh yeah, this was worth it,” Gallus said, diving in.
“It’s even making its way between my scales,” Fizzle said, washing his shoulders.
Pharynx just jumped head-first into the enormous bath, splashing the commanding officers and drawing a laugh from the Captain.
“Ha, man, this was definitely worth it. So, how’s it feel, gentlefolk!?” he said aloud.
The hollers and clinking of mugs across the marble answered him back, the numbers of his fellow Guards already drinking and swimming. With the conquering of Flash’s company, Peter’s own had claimed twelve wins in their history. Nine in the ring, three out in the field. He still carried the scars from those victories across his pale skin. Running a hand across his muscular chest, he found at least five stab wounds and two burns, one magical, one natural. As he did, he caught Fizzle’s gaze, the dragon’s eyes tracing the wounds.
“Checking the damage?” Peter said, leaning back.
Fizzle froze, eyes darting between him and the discolored flesh.
“Y-yes, sorry sir.”
“Hey, drop the formalities. We’re a family out of uniform too, you know. If you want to look, just ask.”
Fizzle sank until only his snout and eyes were above water, swimming over to the human, eyes fixated on the damage.
“Yeah, this one’s from one of Twilight’s Guards when I first landed,” he said, pointing to a gash on his shoulder. “This one’s from a mage during our first deployment,” he said, pointing at a small crater of a burn. “And this,” he said, waving at the left half of his abs, “well, you were there for that.”
A scaly hand rose from the water, gently rubbing the mottled flesh.
“Hey, Fiz, don’t worry about it. It’s been months.”
The dragon rose from the water to kiss the wound.
Peter chuckled before patting the dragon’s head.
“Babe, you need to relax.”
Rising from the water, the dragon leaned on his shoulder, wrapping his slender arms around Peter’s own.
“I’m just… you did so much for me back then. My papers to get into Equestria, my entry into the Guard… the battle.”
Pharynx breached the surface, splashing Gallus in the face and startling the Griffon.
“Hey, that fight could have gone a lot worse. A fight against the Storm King’s leftovers when the Ambassadors were all out in another country? I think that was one of the best days of my life.”
“Thought the initiation week was your favorite. Remember the dresses we all wore as a joke?
“Alright, I’m going home!” Gallus said, getting out of the bath. “Just realized I forgot it was Silverstream’s uncle’s birthday and she’ll have my tail if I’m late for dinner two years in a row.”
The three said their farewells to Gallus before relaxing once more, Pharynx taking up the other side of the Captain. Settling in, they simply soaked and enjoyed the warmth of not just the water washing their stress away, but the gentle embrace of one another. Peter instinctually moved his arms around to properly hug the two, kissing each of them on the cheek.
“I love you both.”
Pharynx chirped in the back of his throat, mimicking a small cricket as he soaked up the emotion while Fizzle blushed.
“Peter, don’t-”
“Fizzle,” Peter said, stern in his tone.
The dragon’s eyes locked with his own, a gentle hand cupping the scaly chin.
“You waited a month for me to wake up from that fight at my bedside. You took care of my work for weeks so I could recover. You never hid your feelings, and I respect and adore you. You’re not just a fine soldier… you’re my best friend. More than that. You know how much I love you?”
The dragon nodded, an awkward smile cracking his hesitation.
“I’m not sure I trust the sincerity of that little smile,” Peter said coyly.
“W-well… m-maybe you can… show me? How much you really love me? It’s been a while, after all.”
“It has been a few weeks, hasn’t it?” Pharynx said. “I could go for some rough love myself.”
“As much as I’d love to test how well these cleaning runes can clear up passionate lovemaking, I think Twilight would rather we didn’t.”
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When the moon had risen into the sky, the three officers had made their way to their shared quarters. Soundproofed and isolated, it provided them with the perfect environment to share their adoration for one another. No words were spoken when they crossed the room, barely enough time to settle on the bed before Peter made the first move.
A massive hand reached out to both of his lovers, and he cupped their cheeks gently. His fingers ran across their smooth hides, one bumping against scales while the other slid across carapace. Both looked at him with different needs burning in their eyes. Fizzle’s longed for companionship, a solemn desire that spoke of his life spent in agonizing loneliness and how he needed companionship. It was a quality that Peter had found in his mirror many a morning, isolated in an alien world until he’d found his mood kindred. Pharynx’s spoke of love and lust, intertwined to the Changeling culture. The want for a powerful, proud warrior to look up to had drawn the bug-pony to the Captain, and since their reliance on one another had bloomed into compassion.
Two years ago, Peter staggered into this world bloodied and bruised, hate in his heart from betrayal and imprisonment on Earth. His arrival in Equis had been a shell of a man, looking only to be left in solitude and sorrow. Had the Princess not reached out to him, had her friendship not touched his heart, and these two his soul, Peter refused to fathom exactly where he’d be. For now, he’d everything he could have ever wanted.
He leaned in to kiss Fizzle, the scaly lips tense and moist. Every time they’d kissed, the dragon had let out a squeak and jumped, as if his lips contained a horn of some kind. It tickled Peter’s heart in such a way that he tried to get the reaction out of him every chance he could. Pulling away from Fizzle’s lips would have been an arduous task had Pharynx’s own not been the next destination. The Changeling’s lips were soft, almost impossibly so, and the Captain knew why. His partner often shifted his physiology to comfort those he embraced, a technique perfected by infiltrators and love-gatherers long ago. It was as odd as it was erotic, the thought that no matter how many times they could go at it, every session would feel new and wild.
Peter’s towel fell off as both of his lovers grabbed him, each kissing a cheek before they pulled him onto the sheets. Flipping over, the human was greeted with an onslaught of kisses peppered onto him by Pharynx, the eager ‘ling quick to peck and pinch at him for every little extra ounce of love. As Fizzle laid down atop him, the soft squeeze of scales wrapped up his leg, the dragon’s tail slithering and coiling until he was utterly trapped beneath them. A kiss on each wound gave the dragon a taste of the human’s sweat, a delightful salty tang that made his genital slit twitch in excitement. His hand caressed the human’s midsection before trailing circles as it moved further South, below the belt until he was fondling the Captain’s mighty sword.
Both of his lovers had known the power his cock had over them, the alien scent alluring enough to drive them into a horny frenzy after a long deployment. Smooth, thick with a length that surpassed both of the dragon’s hands, and tipped with a curved red head like a mushroom, Fizzle felt his knees tremble as he held it. The tail squeezed harder, the sounds of Peter and Pharynx’s makeout session turning far more passionate in a short length of time brought another heartbeat through the man’s cock. It raised an inch, leaning into Fizzle’s welcoming grip as the Captain’s hips bucked. Even with magma in his blood, Fizzle was worried his hand would melt under the intense heat of the man’s passion pumping through him. Looking up, he had wrapped an arm around Pharynx now, his hand groping the Changeling’s pliable rear end. A lone finger snaked out and pressed into the tight, puckering hole beneath his tail, the Changeling’s backside leaking lubricant.
It was an awkward day when Fizzle learned how Changeling males procreate, and why Pharynx was so keen on being bred by the Captain. Since their food wasn’t physical, they didn’t have an actual digestive track going back that far. Instead, their behinds apparently stored samples of those they mate with, and they can pick and choose which mates’ genetics are suitable for the future of the hive and replicate it within their own testicles. When the time came, they’d get to deposit their stores of copied seed into a breeder drone, or even the Queen herself if the samples proved good enough. Though now, Pharynx’s leaking bug hole hadn’t been sampling much DNA other than the Captain’s, and the Changeling was proud of that. He’d said the Captain would have made a fine king and sire had he shown up in the Changeling hive years ago.
Fizzle felt his wings shudder as the cold seeped into his genital slit, the tip of his draconic dick poking out already. While Pharynx laid on his side, the ‘ling lifted his leg, revealing his own hardening cock. The captain’s hand clasped around the sheathe, gently easing more to come out. Eager to get started, Fizzle leaned in and simply exhaled onto the Changeling’s balls. A shiver of delight ran up the Changeling’s spine and he squirmed, another two inches shooting out of the sheathe. Fizzle’s tongue reached out, his hand grabbing Peter’s own so the draconic length of wet muscle could easily fellate the Changeling’s cock.
Pharynx broke from the kiss, a string of drool lewdly hanging as his eyes almost crossed.
“Ah, fuck! I love that tongue!” he said. “Dragons are amazing!”
“He sure is, isn’t he?” Peter said, gently petting Fizzle’s head.
The dragon moaned in delight as he shimmied up into the embrace, leaning his head into Peter’s hand while he proceeded to jerk both of his partners. Peter’s cock in one hand, Pharynx’s wrapped in his tongue, Fizzle felt warm and at peace, like he was drifting away to paradise on the taste of sweat and scent of magnificent male musk. The Changeling’s taste was exquisite, a mishmash of fruits of all kinds with a hint of spice, and the flexible nature of the shape shifter’s dick made playing with him a playful game. A bend here, a twist there, it was as if he were licking a warm length of fruity pudding, and Fizzle was eager to get the creamy center. Pulling his tongue in, Fizzle opened wide as his teeth retracted behind a wall of gums, slurping up Pharynx’s cock in one fell motion. Now hilted deep within the dragon’s maw, Pharynx couldn’t stop himself from thrusting, his balls slapping against the dragon’s chin.
Peter relished the sight and sensation, the intense heat from their love drawing a sweat from his brow. He plunged a finger into Pharynx’s ass, twirling and pumping in to prep the Changeling for the long night ahead of him. A trickling liquid sapped across his digit, the syrupy pink residue flowing down to his knuckles.
“Damn, you must be eager tonight,” Peter said. “You’re wetter than a mare in heat.”
“Haa… well, can you blame me?” Pharynx said, his breath catching in his throat while he was caught in Fizzle’s.
While Fizzle fed on the Changeling’s horse-adjacent cock, Peter reached down and jerked Fizzle’s red rocket. The knotted, bumpy dick was a decent size, filling the man’s hand, the knot thick enough to keep Peter from wrapping his fingers around all the way. He stuck to the higher end of the shaft, a thumb diddling the tip as he stroked him up and down.
Wingbeats fluttered against the bed sheets as they reveled in ecstasy, cricket chirps and hungry moans dancing across Peter’s body as his partners vocalized their pleasure. The erotic orchestra of wet squelches, deep-throated moans and buzzing of wings were divine to the human’s ears, and soon, he found his first orgasm of the night approaching rapidly. It became apparent that the others were crossing the threshold as well, as Pharynx rammed home into Fizzle’s throat while Fizzle coated Peter’s thighs with his own lava-like cum. Peter fell over the edge, his own massive member pulsing as he fired off into the air, coating his own chest as well as his partners in the spurts after that.
Coated in cum, the three of them just laid there and soaked in the moment, the pleasure, the tastes, every detail of this night they wanted etched into their memories eternally.
As Peter stirred, he saw Fizzle’s throat bulging, a quiet swallow all he could hear aside from the heartbeat ringing in his ears. Tapping on the back of his head, Peter kissed Fizzle’s cheek to coax him away from the Changeling’s crotch. With a long, wet slurp, Fizzle departed, smiling as he showed off a tongue and mouth filled with the lieutenant’s cum. Peter eased in to openly make out with Fizzle, taking tongue loads of cum from the dragon’s mouth. They swapped it back and forth, drinking it down together in a loving kiss.
When they finished, Pharynx was rock hard again, and was eager to continue.
“That… was awesome. Now, let’s get to the main course,” he said, flagging his tail at them.
Peter pat Fizzle’s shoulder, nodding.
“Your turn to be the middle car tonight, big guy,” Peter said. “Don’t worry, I know you like it gentle,” he accented with a wink.
Fizzle’s face felt as if he’d dove into the center of a volcano, and he eagerly nodded. Shifting to his knees, he shuffled up to Pharynx’s backside. Pressing his cock between Pharynx’s cheeks, he dug his claws into the supple buttocks, playing with them as his erection pulsed back to standing position. Fizzle gasped as he felt the cold, damp fingers of the Captain poking against his own back door, Peter gently running a hand along the dragon’s tail as he lubed him up.
Pharynx leaned back and chirped a bit, his arousal leaking through onto Fizzle’s shaft while the dragon in question hummed in delight, his tail’s tip wagging as the Captain eased his slathered fingers found purchase. The dragon shivered in delight, his tail curling upwards as he leaned over Pharynx. The Changeling smiled slyly as he shifted his weight, getting Fizzle’s cock to slide in.
They both moaned in delight, Fizzle from the tight, wet softness of Pharynx’s ass, Pharynx from the intense heat radiating from the draconic cock buried within him. Every little bump and groove of Fizzle’s cock massaged the crevices of Pharynx’s backside, each little movement connecting a thousand nerves and firing every little bit of his brain’s pleasure center at once. While they were enthralled in the penetration, Peter lined himself up with Fizzle’s alabaster assets. Now moistened up, it proved little challenge for the human to slide his massive meat into place.
It took everything in Fizzle’s willpower to not cum from the one thrust alone, the human hilting all the way in one smooth motion. Without any ridges or extra bits on the man’s dick, its smooth skin let him ease into his partner with a fluid thrust. Every vein pulsed with his heartbeat, the eroticism of the moment driving his pulse high enough to substitute the pounding Fizzle was about to receive. Slow and steady, the human pulled back out, one hand trailing to Fizzle’s hip and another up along the spines on his tail, lovingly petting him as he coaxed another moan from his lover. A gentle tug at the dragon’s hip had him withdraw slightly from Pharynx, and in another smooth thrust, they all lurched forward.
In only a few seconds, the steaming love train had departed the station of slow sensuality and chugged along the ecstasy express, the three of them rocking along to a silent rhythm that pulsed between them. Connected through their love making organs, their heart beats felt as though they’d synced up, all of their love meeting as one as they found the perfect beat to love to. Pharynx twisted his hips as Fizzle pulled away, flexing and twisting as Fizzle carried forward the momentum from Peter. Once the dragon’s supple cheeks met the human’s hips, it was a battle of will to separate for the dragon, unable to decide if he enjoyed being filled by one partner more than he did filling another. As the dragon’s mind wandered the edge of Elysium, Pharynx bit down on a hole he’d shifted into his forelegs, his wings making an excited chitter as he approached another orgasm. Peter moaned as he pressed his broad chest into the dragon’s back, pressing all three of them onto the mattress as he came.
The reaction chained on from there, the dragon’s volcano erupting into the mountainous curvature of Pharynx’s onyx glutes, prompting the Changeling to release his seed into the sheets, squirming his hips as he let out an enthusiastic chirp. A small stream of flame bellowed from Fizzle’s lips as he came, craning his neck to avoid setting his partners or the bed on fire. Peter, meanwhile, simply reached around and held Pharynx and Fizzle close, desperate to keep them together as he tried to pour his heart and soul into both of them at once.
In a minute, the three had calmed from the overload of pleasure, laying once more in a heap of love juice and sweat, tangling their limbs together in an interspecies embrace. Fizzle’s tail moved around the Captain’s back to pull him in close, Pharynx popping off of Fizzle’s dick to turn and hug them in return. As they recuperated, Peter kissed them both once more, both of his partners slithering their maddeningly skilled tongues into his mouth.
He knew that by sunrise, they’d all be sore and weary, but it would be oh so worth it.