Cock of the Walk

Bathed in the light creeping in from his window, Gallus cracked an eye and peeked over at his nightstand. It was just after nine in the morning, well after the time classes should have started for the day, but that wasn’t a concern - at least it wouldn’t be for a couple more days. With the spring break upon him, having an entire week to sleep in and do as he pleased, the only things on his schedule were relaxing, sleeping, and doing whatever came to mind.

As he rolled off the bed and landed on his paws and claws, his mind drifted aimlessly. If he’d been more prudent, he would have gotten the jump on some papers and projects that would be due at the end of the semester, but he wanted to give himself at least a day or two to unwind before committing himself to any schoolwork. Wandering to his door and out into the hallway, he grinned.

The school was usually bustling with activity, even on the weekends, but now it was as silent as a grave. Most of the students had opted to go home for the break, leaving the place practically deserted - yeah, there were still a few folks around, but it was basically a ghost town. Trotting through the corridor and in the direction of the cafeteria, he listened to the sound of his talons clicking against the marble floor beneath him.

This was nice, a pleasant departure from what he’d grown used to, and he was loving it so far. He didn’t have to worry about studying, homework, or getting up early to attend class, although those weren’t the only things he had going for him. Since his friends were all absent, gone to visit their respective families, he was free from being lusted over.

It wasn’t that he minded slinging dick for his buddies or Trixie for that matter, although getting down and dirty at the drop of a hat could be a bit of a hassle - a fun hassle, but nevertheless a hassle. Though he was keenly aware that things would pick up just as they’d left off before classes had let out, and that his list of sexual accomplishments would surely grow before the semester was over, that was a bridge he’d cross when he got to it - for the time being, his only concerns were getting some breakfast, possibly going into town to pick up a few comics, and lounging around his room without a care in the world. He lifted his nose and smelled the air, brought back to the present by the smell of fresh waffles or pancakes.

Seeing himself into the dining hall, he trotted past a whole host of vacant tables and over to the service area. A lone, disgruntled mare wearing a manenet watched him approach. Smiling and waving over to her, he picked up a dining tray and napkin-wrapped utensils next to her station.

“Morning, lunch mare Doris,” he yawned. “You doing well today?”

“Eh,” she apathetically grunted. “We got waffles, pancakes, or omelets.”

Gallus hadn’t needed her to tell him what was on the menu, being perfectly capable of seeing the flat-iron and waffle maker resting in front of her. Ordinarily speaking, the cafeteria had a wide variety of options, a literal buffet for students, but operations had been reeled back substantially for the break. With three potential entrees to choose from, he thoughtfully rubbed his chin.

“Let me get an omelet with cheese and extra ham,” he ordered, smiling and doing his best to appear cheerful.

In spite of his attempt to lift her spirits, Doris dispassionately poured liquid egg from a carton onto the griddle and tossed a smattering of cheese and meat onto it. He honestly felt kind of bad for her. From what he’d heard, her cutie mark, a frying pan with an accompanying spatula, had cursed her to a life of service work. There may have been a time when she enjoyed her job, although the novelty of her career had clearly passed.

With a deftness that belied her indifference, she prepared his omelet, slung it onto his plate, and glanced over at him. “Anything else?”

He lifted a clawed digit and prepared to order a pancake, but stopped himself and shook his head. “Nah, I think that’ll do it. Thanks, Doris.”

“Don’t mention it,” she grumbled, keeping her back to him as she wiped down the flat-top grill.

Strolling over to a nearby table, he seated himself, unwrapped his utensils, and fashioned a bib from the cloth napkin. He couldn’t fathom living life as a pony. While he harbored no distaste for the pastel equines, there was something about their cutie marks that always rubbed him the wrong way - like, how the hay was a magical butt-mark supposed to dictate your destiny?! He pushed the thought aside and staved off the gloomy notion as he took his first bite of breakfast.

The omelet was, as always, fantastic and tasted far better than it looked. There were a number of reasons he’d decided to stay at the academy throughout the break, and the food was definitely one of them. Somepony running the School of Friendship, more than likely Twilight, had ensured that the menu accommodated creatures of every persuasion - which was why he was able to enjoy meat, real meat with his meals.

He didn’t look up when one of the doors opened, not bothering to check who had just walked in. There were a small number of students who were still present, but it wasn’t like he knew any of them personally. Content with his own company and the exquisite dish before him, he happily munched away and glanced over to the beverage area.

The bite he’d gone to swallow lodged in his throat, he did a double take, and his heart skipped a beat. He’d expected to see a few pitchers of juice and a pot of coffee resting near the empty buffet line, but what he spotted was leagues more interesting. While he wouldn’t have been shocked to see a young pony, changeling, hippogriff, or even yak strolling in to get something to eat, the newcomer was anything but any of those things.

“Y…your majesty!” Doris loudly and animatedly exclaimed, bowing deeply behind her station.

Lifting and dismissively batting a hoof, the alicorn softly chuckled. “Please, there’s no need for such formalities.”

Gallus sat in mute awe and watched the exchange. Of all the creatures that could have walked through the door, the one standing before him was unique. Taller than any other pony, bedecked with a jeweled, golden peytral, and with a flowing, ethereal mane and tail, the Princess would have dominated the room even if it was filled to capacity. Remaining motionless as she made her order, he felt his lungs heave.

Oh, right, he almost forgot he was choking. He reclined and beat on his chest, dislodging the offending morsel after two strikes to his sternum and clearing his airway. Normally, he would have been dismayed by such an unpleasant turn of events, yet being in the presence of one of, if not the most powerful pony to walk the earth overshadowed his discontent with befuddlement.

Hovering a tray next to herself that was absolutely brimming with pancakes, at least a dozen by the looks of it, the alicorn demurely trotted over to him and smiled. “Is this seat taken?!”

Going to speak and finding his mouth remarkably dry, he shook his head. “Of c…course not, Princess Celestia.”

Celestia dipped her head and eased herself down opposite him and peeked down at his plate. “An omelet ~ eh?”

“Y…yeah,” he croaked.

What in the hay was going on? Why was Princess Celestia - the Princess Celestia sitting down for breakfast with him?! She could do as she pleased, having both the authority and capital to dine anywhere she pleased, so how had she ended up here - well, he figured she’d teleported or flown to the school, but that didn’t explain a darn thing! Unsure of what to say or do, he prodded a large chunk of ham with his fork.

“I don’t believe I’ve had their omelets before,” Celestia noted. “May I try a bite?”

“Huh?!” he grunted, rearing back.

Cocking her head, she stared over at him. “Your omelet,” she coolly began, “I’d like to try some - that is if you’re willing to indulge a Princess?”

His mind raced while his beak flapped uselessly for a moment. “It - uh - it has meat in it…”

“I’m aware,” she responded.

Without saying another word, she closed her eyes, leaned across the table, and opened her mouth. Gallus gazed into her maw, watching as she extended her tongue and expectantly hummed. Just like that, catching him unawares for the umpteenth time over the last two months, fate had brought him to a crossroads.

To deny Celestia’s humble request would be extremely foolish. She was older than him, vastly more powerful than him, and it was only because of her blessing that the school, the very school they were sitting in, had been built, so he couldn’t in good conscience turn her down. Carving a piece from his omelet, he speared and cautiously brought the morsel to her snout.

Wrapping her lips around the proffered utensil, Celestia retrieved her bite, slowly withdrew, and chewed. Something about the way she was eating struck Gallus as off, even if he couldn’t put a talon directly on it. She shivered and gave a soft, almost erotic moan, swallowed, then peered over at him with her heavily-lidded, bewitching eyes.

He instantly looked away from her and back down to his plate, sensing an all too familiar tingle run up his spine. “I didn’t even know you ate meat.”

“I’ll admit, it’s rare for me,” she purred, reaching over and tenderly running a forehoof up his foreleg, “but I can’t help myself when the opportunity presents itself.”

A cold bead of sweat ran down his temple, his heart began to race, and wild, wholly inappropriate thoughts assailed him as he listlessly poked at his meal. “Any favorites?”

Celestia sat back as she ignited her horn and removed her knife and fork from their cloth covering. “That’s a hard question. Frankly, I have a love of any cut of meat that’s thick and juicy.”

Risking a glance over at her, he felt a cold pit form in his stomach. He’d only met her a few times in the past, and each occasion had been extraordinarily brief, but there was no mistaking it. Her sensual tone, the way she was looking at him, and how she’d just so happened to appear when nopony else was present couldn’t have been a coincidence. Though the logical side of him told it was impossible, her actions spoke for themselves - she was hitting on him.

“I’ve heard tales of such a fine dish that may be available at this establishment,” she continued. “You wouldn’t know anything about that ~ would you?”

“N…not sure what to tell you,” he sputtered.

Railing one of his teachers would have been bad enough in and of itself, but doing something even remotely amorous with a Princess would be exponentially worse. Though it pained him to act coy, especially if his hunch about Celestia was right, it would be in everypony’s interest that he not indulge her on anything but a curt, platonic level. Getting another beakful of his omelet, he passively looked to the nearest exit.

Joining him, Celestia languidly ate one of her pancakes and dabbed her napkin to her lips. “Perhaps I could ask Trixie if she has any advice on the subject; apparently, if the rumors about her are correct, she’s a mare who can appreciate a fine cut of steak…”

Gallus set his fork down and apprehensively met the Princess’ eyes. “She talked ~ didn’t she?”

“Not like she had to,” Celestia snickered. “After that little fracas the other week, I’d be stunned if most of the faculty weren’t aware of your -”

“Can we - ya know, not discuss this here?” Gallus interrupted, peeking back and seeing Doris watching the exchange.

“Of course,” Celestia tutted, getting up and looming over the table.

With a flash of light and rush of displaced air, the cafeteria disappeared and was replaced by somewhere else entirely. Gallus only barely managed to catch himself, throwing his paws and claws to the floor after he was abruptly teleported out of the school and to heaven knows where. Looking around himself, woozy and confused from the instantaneous transition, he was driven onto his hind legs and slammed against a wall.

The assault was so fast and merciless that he wouldn’t have stood a chance to stop it even if he hadn’t been suffering from a bout of vertigo. His claws ran though an otherworldly mane, a delicate bouquet filled his sinuses, and a soft, alluring hum rang in his ears as a pair of warm, pouting lips pressed against his beak. If Trixie’s ploy to get him in her office could be considered a trap, Celestia had executed a flawless and utterly devastating ambush.

Pulling away and leaving a glimmering strand of saliva connecting her to him, Celestia licked her lips. “No need to be coy now, my little stud.”

Taken aback, he yelped when a golden aura surrounded him and lifted him from the floor. “W…what are you -”

“Oh my,” Celestia cooed, bringing his groin to eye level. “It appears as though at least one part of you is feeling honest…”

He twisted against his sorcerous bonds and glanced down at himself. Though he’d done what he could to distract himself from being flirted with by one of the biggest, admittedly most attractive mares he’d ever had the pleasure of meeting, his attempts to remain calm had failed spectacularly. Blood red and getting larger by the second, his endowment stood as a testament to his arousal.

“I…I can explain!” he squawked.

“Let me guess,” she mused, lifting her gaze to his face, “it’s a fear boner.”

Struggling to free himself, he warily nodded. “Y…yeah!”

“Poor thing,” she whispered, stepping in and bringing her muzzle to his ear. “It’s cute that you think I haven’t seen a reaction like yours before - which is why I’ll give you a choice. You can either entertain me, ravishing me in ways that most ponies only dream of, or you can live the rest of your life wondering what you could have experienced otherwise. I’ll give you fifteen seconds to make your decision.”

As he was lowered to the floor and liberated from her arcane clutches, she turned her attention over to a clock resting on her nightstand. Holy heck - she wasn’t screwing around. He was absolutely, unequivocally certain that she’d planned this, that word about his sexual exploits had somehow met her ears, and that this was her way of ensuring she had a turn with him. There’d been perilously few moments in his life when he’d made a snap decision, yet he didn’t hesitate to rear onto his paws, take her face in his talons, and deeply kiss her.

To Tartarus with it - if she wanted to have a go at him, who was he to stop her? As he began to make out with her, any element of surprise was lost. Throwing him back against the wall, she pinned him and plunged her tongue down his throat. With his toes curling and cock pressed to her chest, he tried and failed to reciprocate.

Breaking the kiss with a wet smack of her lips, she smirked. “That’s more like it.”

Evoking her magic and keeping him right where he was, she dipped her head and ran her tongue around the tip of his length. It didn’t matter that she’d clearly done this before, possibly to untold numbers of exceptional studs over the millennia, because the sight of her nursing on his cock-head while peering up at him was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Shooting him a wink, she effortlessly sheathed the entirety of his endowment in her sweltering, taut gullet.

“B…buck,” he whined as his hips twitched.

It would have been nice if she’d allowed him to move, but being immobilized added a thrilling element to the mix - as if there weren’t enough already. Though Celestia was renowned for being kind and motherly to a fault, tending over her citizens with the utmost care and consideration, that evidently didn’t extend to her erotic pursuits. Effectively fucking her face on him, she loudly groaned and gagged around his tool

The view of her wantonly fellating him was impeccable, the depraved noises she made were absolutely captivating, and the feeling - Grandpa Gruff forgive him, the feeling of her snout rivaled the best pussy he’d ever had! Unable to tear his eyes off her, reeling from how a Princess was sucking him off, he skyrocketed towards release.

Setting his jaw, he winced. “S…slow down…”

She’d definitely heard him, but she did the opposite of what he’d asked. Hilting him in her muzzle, he ground her nose to his groin and lifted a forehoof to fondle his balls. Toeing the line of a climax that had approached far, far faster than he would have liked, he came to a startling realization. He’d given his consent, telling her that he was ready and willing to tend to her marish needs, and in so doing was going to be taught a lesson in humility.

Simply put, there was nothing he could do to stop the inevitable. Biting his tongue and clamping his eyes shut gave him no reprieve, thinking about particularly homely creatures he’d met over the years did nothing, and he couldn’t get away from her. She’d brought him to her bedchamber for one thing and one thing only, and she would not be denied.

Her technique was, in a word, flawless. While he would have been beyond impressed with her ability to throat him with ease, that was just the tip of the iceberg. Lavishing the most sensitive parts of her dick with her tongue and periodically altering her technique to keep him on his toes, she had him on the ropes within seconds - to make matters worse, she must have known how close he was getting.

Right as he reached the threshold, she’d relent, let him recover for a moment, then double down and push him to the brink again. Over and over the cycle repeated, having a climax snatched away at the very last millisecond, while she toyed with him. He may have been a carnivore, but it was as clear as day who was the dominant predator in the bedroom.

After what felt like a small eternity, but in reality couldn’t have been more than a clawfull of minutes, she got what she wanted. He whimpered and weakly bucked against her muzzle as his cum coursed straight down her gullet and into her stomach. It was hard for him to rank orgasms, but he’d freely confess that the one he endured with her was one of the more potent and protracted ones he could recall.

Stepping back after the final drops of his essence had shot from his gradually softening cock, she chuckled around his length. He heaved air into his chest, stared down into her eyes, and mewled when she continued blowing him. Any other mare would have eased up and let him recuperate, but she wasn’t any other mare, she was a veritable demigod.

The pleasure wracking him intensified by an order of magnitude, straining him in body, mind, and soul. This wasn’t foreplay - if anything, it was tantamount to rapturous torture. She gave him no quarter, swabbing her throat with his semi-rigid shaft while he whined and pitiably writhed in blissful ecstasy. If he hadn’t fully grasped how screwed he was after the initial kiss, he sure as heck understood it now.

Though he tried to talk, to beg her to ease up, all he could do was moan unintelligibly. It wasn’t that he was in any physical discomfort, but the sheer sensory onslaught, paired with his sense of powerlessness, was maddening. It was only after his endowment grew hard again did she yield and give him a chance to do anything whatsoever.

Celestia mopped his length clean as she shied back and cleared her muzzle of him. “Adequate…”

“A…adequate?” he rasped.

Easing him to the floor and snickering as he wobbled like a newborn fawn, she patted his shoulder and turned away from him. “Adequate - meaning I’ll allow you to enjoy my company a bit longer…”

He had a hard time even standing, so he was confounded by the idea of doing anything but staying upright. “Well I hate to break it to you, but I’m gonna…”

The words died in his throat as he was unceremoniously flung from the floor and onto the bed. Landing with a resounding Pomf, he instantly went to push himself up and faltered. Moving with a speed that belied her side, he found himself staring up at the biggest ass and juiciest marehood in all of Canterlot and possibly the entirety of Equestria.

“Try to keep up,” she intoned as she squatted down over him.

It wasn’t the first time he’d been lucky enough to have a comely creature sit on his face, and he prayed it wouldn’t be the last - still, Celestia’s plush posterior was beyond compare. The sheer size of the Princess’ bountiful booty allowed her to completely bury his head between her soft, doughy cheeks as she rested her weight on him, but that’s when another problem presented itself. Virtually smothered by her ass, he was devastated by the bouquet of her arousal.

He had no way of knowing if she was in heat or not, but the musk which assailed him - stars above, she smelled phenomenal. Pawing at her hips, unable to fully reach around her mountainous backside, he brought his beak to her luscious loins and cast his inhibitions to the wind. As he feverishly lapped at her sex and groaned into the silken folds of her marehood, she contentedly hummed above him.

How anypony, regardless of their age, experience, or species could control themselves under such sinful circumstances was beyond him, but he was too indisposed to give it much thought. Her nectar was ambrosial, the perfect blend of floral sweetness and feral desire, and it, along with the fragrance flooding his sinuses, threatened to shatter his very sanity. Even if he’d had decades - centuries even, to prepare for such an exchange, he feared he wouldn’t have been prepared.

Virtually reduced to a rut-crazed mongrel, he ate her out while swallowing mouthful after mouthful of her erotic, tangy juices. The only thing anchoring him, serving as a beacon of light that cut through the lecherous fog clouding his mind, was that he had to make her cum. She’d given him a climax that he wouldn’t be able to forget if he tried, so it was only fitting that he return the favor.

Seconds stretched into minutes and longer still while his anxiety gradually mounted. Would he be found wanting? Was it even possible that she could orgasm because of him? How could he live with himself if he failed her. Using his doubts to fuel his determination, he was given a glimmer of hope when she began winking around his tongue.

There was still a chance that he was wrong, yet he drove back his misgivings and doubled down. Her winking grew more sporadic, a quake crept into her thighs, and he could just make out the sound of her moaning softly. He focused his efforts on her clit, harnessing what little expertise and experience he had, and was ultimately met with success.

A howl pierced the air as a deluge of marish essence cascaded over his face. The baptism was everything he’d pined for and more, lifting his spirits and filling him with glee, but he wasn’t out of the woods yet - not by a long shot. Before her climax had fully concluded, still breathing hard and trembling ever so slightly, she pushed herself up and stepped away from him.

“Now then,” she faintly began, stepping off the mattress and lowering her chest to the floor, “let’s have some real fun…”

Gallus unsteadily stood and turned to face her. Her backside was pressed to the side of the bed, sitting at the perfect height for what she’d had in mind. He’d intended on pacing himself, unhurriedly mounting her and savoring the feeling of her depths, yet it was far too late for that. The quick-witted, glib griffon that he was was gone, replaced by a creature of unfettered lust.

Pouncing on her like a beast possessed, he grabbed her dock with one claw, plunged his cock into her immaculately presented pussy, and began hammering away with reckless abandon. Her blowjob had been top-tier, although her marehood made the oral seem tame. Hot, succulent, and far tighter than he could have predicted, her depths embraced him in a way that flew in the face of reasoning.

As much as he would have liked to qualify this as sex, it was more akin to a spiritual experience. Her marehood contracted and relaxed perfectly with his frenzied thrusts, squeezing him and caressing him while her divine voice echoed throughout the chamber. Time lost all meaning, his apprehension faded away into nothingness, and any worry of repercussions crumbled as he fucked her like a machine.

Her second climax brought a smile to his beak and allowed him to think clearly, if only temporarily. Maybe he could do this, perhaps he had underestimated himself. It had become apparent that his endowment rivaled that of even the most well-hung ponies and even some dragons, so it might - might just be enough to tame the Princess. Slowing his pace to preserve what little endurance he had, he peered past her hindquarters and found her looking at him.

As she stared back at him, her pleased expression faltered. “Is something the matter?”

“Nah,” he huffed. “Just taking my time to enjoy it.”

His claim was only a half-truth. While he did want to savor her, now that he was somewhat in his right mind, the real reason he’d eased up was because he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last for much longer. Even after cumming a short time ago, there was only so much godly Princess pussy he would withstand before reaching his limit.

Narrowing her eyes and standing, she smirked. “Finishing so soon?”

He was given no chance to reply as the glow of her magic ensnared him. Flung away, he fell onto his back beneath the headboard of her bed. She must have known his endurance was beginning to wane, because she decided to once again take matters into her own hooves. Leaping onto the mattress and stepping over him, she squatted down and impaled herself on his cock.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she tittered, leaning in and draping herself atop him.

While his pride was wounded from the lack of control, he couldn’t complain. Though Smolder had a penchant for using him like a sex-toy, she could learn a few lessons from Celestia. The tall, curvaceous Princess pounded her ass on him without the slightest bit of restraint, groaning as she pistoned herself on him.

Had he been able to be on top, he could have paced himself and could have prolonged the inevitable - alas, that wasn’t meant to be. Squirming and getting his wings out from under himself, he wormed the feathery appendages between them and blindly quested for her teats. He may have been somewhat arrogant, but he wasn’t dumb enough to think he’d be able to best her - nevertheless, he couldn’t just lay there.

As his pinions graced her nipples, a smirk graced his beak. She’d already cum twice, so it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility to evoke a third climax before he was done himself. Planting his paws on the mattress and driving his hips up to meet her descents, he tweaked her teats.

“Mmmmmmn,” she purred, her voice low and guttural.

His plan had backfired, Celestia flew into a fit and started riding him harder than ever - or so he thought. Her marehood convulsed and unleashed another torrent of nectar over his lower half, she squealed above him, and she shook with delight, but she showed no signs of slowing whatsoever. How she could keep going defied explanation, especially because this was the third orgasm she’d ended!

Pressing her forehooves to either side of his shoulders, she sat up and smiled down at him. “I - hah - almost pity you…”

“I - Guh!” he wheezed as she hilted him and gyrated her hips.

“I can cum as - Nnnnph - many times as I want, while you struggle to keep going after only one,” she giggled, somehow able to hold a conversation mid-coitus.

It was true, though it pained him to admit it. Females - at least all the ones he’d had the pleasure of bedding, had the ability to weather multiple climaxes in rapid success, unlike him. Even under the best of circumstances, when well-rested and in the mood, it usually took him some time to recuperate after an orgasm, but that didn’t mean he was completely helpless. Though it was a bit of a gamble and by no means an ace in the hole, he could stack the deck in his favor ever so slightly.

He grinned and glanced down his chest, seeing her nethers were exposed. “Guess I better make it count then!”

Thrusting his forelegs downward, he savagely rubbed her clit with one claw while viciously twisting her nipple with another. She screamed and threw her head back, her body quaking and motions coming to a halt. He stood no chance against her in a clean fight, but he wasn’t above playing dirty.

“You cad,” she hissed, flashing her teeth at him.

Holding her gaze, he smirked broader. “You know you love it…”

An odd peace settled over him while he moved in tune with her. Winning or losing ~ did it really matter? He was fucking a Princess - the Princess, and that’s the only thing he cared about. As he drank in the view, marveling at her full breasts and how her marehood clung to his dick, he accepted his fate and let himself go.

He actually managed to last for longer than he’d predicted by several minutes, and his end was as incredible as he’d dreamed it would be. Slamming his hips upward and smacking his balls against her tush, he unloaded into her. Quaking atop him, Celestia gave one final scream and joined him at the gates of ecstasy.

She collapsed atop him, keeping his still-gushing length entombed in her depths, and panted. “Q…quite impressive…”

Feebly slapping her titanic ass, he beamed. “Y…you too…”

Recovering long before he had a chance to catch his breath, she lazily got up, unsheathed herself from him, and took a smell step back. Though she was drenched in sweat and wasn’t moving nearly as gracefully as she had when they’d first reached the castle, it was clear that she still had plenty of fight left in her. With the corners of her lips turning up and an impish twinkle in her eyes, she dipped her head to his face.

“If you think we’re done, you’re wrong,” she breathed heavily in his ear.

He gulped but smiled all the same. While he still had the better part of a week until the break had concluded, he wouldn’t be shocked if he was trotting with a limp when classes started back up. Lifting a shivering claw, he gazed up at her face as she withdrew.

“M…missionary,” he coughed.

Using her magic to slide him to the side and make some room for herself, she flopped down and rolled onto her back. “Be a dear and clean me up while you enjoy your break…”

Glancing between her legs and watching his spunk leak from her battered, winking marehood, he summoned his courage. He may leave her company dehydrated, utterly spent, and dehydrated, but it would be worth it for the story alone - besides, if he did a good enough job, she might just put in a good word for him with the Royal Guard after he graduated! As he kissed his way up her fetlock and over her inner thigh, drawing nearer to her loins, he made a mental note to thank Silverstream for punching his v-card and wondered what other perverted adventures were lurking right around the corner…