Canterlot Academy Trials

In another grotto on an opposite side of the cave…

“Mmmph…mmmph…”

“I told you you’d like it~” Sariel teased fang as she sat her bare, green butt upon his face, feeling his tongue lash at her nethers. “We…mmph…goblins and imps value our bottoms. You’re getting an extra special treatment we normally make passersby pay for,” she added with a smug grin as she jiggled her butt back and forth upon his face.

Fang was moaning in delight. Never before had he experienced something as wonderful as goblin ass. His entire face was buried within both of her green, freckled cheeks. “Hrrrhghg…”

“Looks like you’re having fun down there,” she went on with a giggle, “I bet you’re super pent up from all that stress, huh?”

Eventually, Fang seemingly stopped breathing for a moment, but his tail was wagging happily. He was essentially suffocating in peace underneath Sariel’s butt, which aroused him to the point of an erection that she quickly took notice of.

“...Owo, what’s this~?” she giggled as she poked his member before crawling forward, raising her butt off of him.

“Aaghg…” Fang took a deep breath, gasping for air from nearly suffocating from Sariel’s rather massive rump. “...Did…did you really just say what I think you just said?” he asked breathlessly.

“Isn’t that how you animal-folk greet each other when you get ready to mate?” she asked, referencing many times she heard Abyssinians say it, “The catfolk tend to. I figured the dogfolk would as well.”

Fang lamented this with a painful groan as he shook his head. “...they’re saying it ironically. In an attempt to be funny. No one says it in everyday conversation.”

“Ohhhhh…” Sariel replied as the realization hit her, “I see now. Interesting what I can find out when I actually speak to one of you.”

“I’d be glad to show you more of our culture sometime,” Fang offered.

“Maybe…but for now, lie back while I play with you~” she crawled forward on her hands and knees while wrapping her feet around his throbbing canine shaft that had grown to be longer than her arm, causing him to growl. “...damn this one might actually kill me…I want it~”

Near the cavern’s entrance…

It wasn’t long before Spearklip and Lee had returned after escorting Laurent home and took seats on the logs around the fire.

“Please relax yourselves,” the mother goblin encouraged them, “Your male friends are currently having fun with my daughters, so they’ll be a while. How about I make you some soup, hm?”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Spear replied with a smile, then snickered to herself, “Of course. And here I thought the history books regarding goblins were true, making you guys out to be horse-eaters and all. Turns out that isn’t the case at all.”

“No trouble dear,” the elder goblin woman replied as she added some wood to the fire pit, “There aren’t many of us around anymore, so I want them to be as safe and happy as possible. If I could at least live long enough to see my daughters find a husband…and maybe grandchildren.”

The mother goblin walked off and started to gather ingredients for the stew she was making. All the while, Lee didn’t say a word. The monk woman was sitting on the nearby log with her elbow on her leg and her chin in her palm with a frustrated look on her face.

Spear noticed this and called out to her, “...hey, Lee. Is everything alright? You’ve been looking a bit…annoyed ever since we left that tower.”

“Hm? Oh…” she gasped and looked at the zebra mare, “...I’m fine. Just thinking about Yin Bei and everything that’s happened.”

“...who? Ohh…that monkey guy you were muttering about. I think Laurent called him…’Bullet’ or something?”

Lee nodded, “The man you call Bullet was a former lover of mine until…things got bad between us. I think I’m starting to see why he wanted to focus on saving that catboy so much. He reminds me of how…Bullet used to act.”

“Wanna talk about it? I’m all ears,” Spear offered, wanting to comfort her teammate and friend, “I’m not the most well-versed in relationship advice, but I can still tell you what I know.”

“Alright then…” Lee turned to face Spear and went on in more detail, “I’ll be telling you everything as I translate it into Western language.”

“Gotcha. Go for it.”

About ten years ago in the Wukong Province…when Lee was about 15 years old.

The young monkey girl was Lady of The Third Rank. A title that allowed her some freedoms within the Imperial Palace since she wasn’t that high on the totem pole. Despite this, her parents took great pride in her position and wanted her to grow up so that she could marry a monkey boy of a higher rank, propelling their House to higher status.

Of course, Lee didn’t care about any of that. She didn’t care much for the tea parties, dresses, or any of the boys she had been set up to date. Instead, she mostly preferred to spend time in her family’s palace garden and take care of the flowers while also practicing her tai chi for the sake of her mental health in order to get away from the insanity of her parents and their constant nagging. Her father wanting her to be more like her mother, and her mother wanting her to stay silent and do as she was told, lest she get spanked with a wooden paddle for simply expressing herself in a different way.

The frustration caused her to grumble to herself…until on that fateful day when she met a certain monkey boy. Well…less ‘met’ and more like, ‘witnessed a fight.’

Lee stopped her usual tai chi session when she heard yelling outside of her family’s palace.

“This is what you get!” a monkey man had cornered a monkey boy alongside his other goons who were chasing after him.

Eventually, they missed him because he had taken shelter in a tree above Lee’s home. “...whew. I’m safe. Don’t have to worry about them anymore.”

“...are you okay?” Lee called out to him from below, causing the monkey boy to shriek and fall to the ground within the garden.

“AH!”

With a thud!, the boy hit the ground and stood upright, attempting to lean against the fence to make himself look cooler than he actually was. “...uh, hey!”

Lee simply giggled, “...you’re funny. Why were you running from those citizens?”

“...may have kinda sorta…stole an apple…see I’ve got no food…or even a place to sleep so…yeah…” he admitted with a shy smile on his face, “...but don’t mind me. I’m fine! Really….”

But she wouldn’t accept this. As a noble, she felt it was her duty to help the commonfolk. “Come inside and have some food. Please.”

“...are you sure?”

“Mm-hmm!”

In the present…

“...so that’s how you two met, huh?” Spearklip asked, “I can only assume things got worse from there…”

“They did…he was so adorable with his stupid idiotic smile…” Lee gave a wistful sigh, “...but allow me to continue…”