Manehatten, Equestria | The Hoarse Horse Hotel

"Location secured, Sir. You're clear to proceed, I'll be right outside if you need anything." There's a firm, decisive tone to her voice as her hoof thrusts forward, stood at attention with her head raised high. She's right beside the doorframe, ready to stand perpetual guard.

"...Thanks, Rose. Don't know what I'd do without you." He's trying so hard not to make it sound sarcastic, or exasperated, after being made to wait. He really does appreciate everything she does, just...

He rubs the bridge of his nose as she points towards the bathroom. Of his hotel room. That they've already been in for the last two hours. At least her dedication never wavers, and Garrett knows he's about to have the safest piss anyone's ever had in this city.

"Please Sir, White Rose. It's not appropriate to hyphenate or utilize nicknames while on the job." She's quick to correct him, the previously outstretched hoof slamming down with a firm clack, head held high. Which, fair enough. Rose was a pretty common name for a lot of Ponies, true distinction only arising when you spoke their full namesake. It's just a little hard to take how seriously she takes everything, considering the nature of their...

'Professional' Relationship.

As one of the several Representatives of the United States, 'Ambassador' Garrett was tasked with numerous meetings with a variety of species. He's been through the portal more times than he can count, and he's almost always on the move. Though he tries to remain impartial, all of these trips have started to form a few biases. Ponies typically have the best lodgings, by far. Proper hotels and rooms, often even guest beds at estates. Dragons, arguably the worst. They once shoved him into a cave, and told him to get comfortable on the floor. He's not terribly partial to visits to the Dragonlands, mostly from past experiences.

And for his safety, considering half the species he'd be interacting with naturally came with claws, teeth or magic that could shred him to pieces accidentally, or purposefully, he'd been assigned a bodyguard that was 'hoof-trained' to protect him. A Unicorn by the name of White Rose. Apparently from a line of purebred Unicorn, she's sourced of out Canterlot, a graduate of a prestigious school of magic. Usually, according to White Rose, those who score high enough typically become scholars in their respective category of magic or the like, but her brand of very physically-focused magic meant she didn't quite have that path for life set for herself. As per her own description, White Rose's magic leans on mastered basics. She can't manage some of the more complex spells, but she's ridiculously talented when it comes to supercharging the more fundamental forms of magic, like manipulation.

And just as Garrett expected, she's in the exact same place. Hasn't budged an inch since he went in, even when he comes out of the bathroom several minutes later. She looks him over, before frowning, her horn glowing a bright white.

There's a sudden, firm upward tug on the crotch of his pants, startling him as he's nearly pulled up and off his feet.
"W-woah! Hey!"

Zzziiip.

"Your fly was down." She responds to his confusion, the magic around her horn dissipating.

Garrett covers himself, feeling rather naked at the moment despite being fully dressed. Her tone is dry and simple, already trotting past him into the main room. Her attention shifts as she peers out the window into the bustling Manehatten streets below.

Garrett awkwardly clears his throat, smoothing out his clothes once he's done covering
"Uh... thanks." He manages, eye contact not on the list for a hot minute.

That's what he means by their 'Professional' Relationship. White Rose has been his guard for some time now, and the two have gotten... extremely comfortable with each other, though there's probably a better way to put it.

Or in more simple, extremely blunt terms, White Rose holds no regard whatsoever for Garrett's privacy, personal space, nor his opinion on the matter. If he's in the shower and she deems it worthwhile to check on him, she'll let herself in to survey the area for threats.

She's seen him naked numerous times, and it's never been by Garrett's own volition. Well, that's hardly the worst of it, but still. She's incredibly hard to read, permeating this almost emotionless expression at nearly all times. The only time he ever sees her are any kind of expression is when she's sleeping. Sometimes, he'll see a little smile crack onto her face, though him being awake while she's asleep is incredibly rare, with how she'll watch him until he falls asleep first.

Any attempts from Garrett to ask 'What are we?' as one might reasonably do when confronted by such situations only resulted in simple, deflective answers. She's his bodyguard, of course. Then she'd give him a look like the question was strange for even being thought of. Yet any time he thinks she might just be flirting, she does... something that pushes the boundaries of their relationship. At first, she actually wore some proper clothing that looked more akin to human dressing, like dress shirts or vests. Now, she wears simple body-clinging garment's that are meant only for strapping on light armor, otherwise giving a typically naked species a very... odd, almost lingerie appeal, like what she wears right now. A sleeveless, half-body turtleneck that only clung to her curves, and the eyeliner she began applying after a night of grilling him about his preferences towards makeup. Or the cuddling.

Especially the cuddling.

Garrett tries to calm himself somewhat, a bit of a nervous man at heart, sitting in the hotels chair. White Rose's ears flicker the moment the seat creaks under his weight, the mare slowly crossing the room to stand beside him, looking him over with her piercing blue eyes. She doesn't exactly fit the visage of a tough bodyguard, but her usually flat glare helps outweigh that. This time, however, her eyes soften as she looks him over.

"You look a touch stressed, Sir." She notes, the slightest hint of concern in her voice as she sits in front his chair, watching his face.

"I... suppose I am." The main reason, aside from being ambushed by a sudden zipper-grab, was the course of their current destination. Equestria was only a pitstop, as they had goals across the water in the distant nation of Griffonia, where a meeting was to occur to discuss establishing a direct line of communication that didn't require Equestrian interference. The Griffons weren't exactly the most peaceful of the Equus species, but most of Garrett's interactions with them previously had gone somewhat... poorly. Thankfully for the sake of his career, rarely of his own mistakes. They often tend to rile themselves up, meaning some degree of upset was likely inevitable. Volatile was just one of the numerous descriptors one could use, and he often had to choose his words carefully.

"I see." Her stare never leaves him, though it does begin to wander... lower.
"Perhaps I could assist you, Sir?"

"Assist me?" Garret parrots, confused by what she means -- up until the familiar, white-tinted glow of her magic grabs a place it had grabbed just moments prior. His zipper.

"I believe I know a method to ease your nerves, if you'd allow me. It's quite simple." White Rose continues, unabated by Garrett's slack jaw at her excessively blunt insinuation.

"Y-you know, W-white Rose, that's alright, y-you don't need to--"

"A stammer has crept it's way into your tone. I can hardly rest knowing my charge remains agitated, Sir. Please, allow me." Her words slip through without a single stutter, as his zipper finds itself tugged downward quite roughly. She lifts herself from the floor, bracing against the arms of the chair with her forehooves as she gets closer.

White Rose's horn maintains it's soft glow, her focus shifting towards his belt now as the clasp starts to undo.

Forceful was an understatement, Garrett's knuckles turning white as he clings to his seat, frozen under her amorously deadpan assault. She's incredibly focused, hardly blinking as his belt is forced aside.

"I... thought that would t-take you longer." Garrett swallows, trying to inject some degree of conversation to lighten the mood as tension rapidly builds.

"I practice when you're asleep, usually."

Her admission nearly forces a sputter out of him, yet her face remains entirely unenthused as she unbuttons his pants.

"Y-you know, I'm doing... uh...."

"Sir." She pauses, only his underwear serving as the final obstacle between him, and...
"I'm not causing you further upset, am I?"

"I, uh..."

"It's my duty, one I take immense pride in, to ensure your safety and well-being, mentally and physically. If you are... agitated, nervous, stressed, or even pent-up, it's my task to ensure these feelings do not assail you."

"Rose --"

"White Rose."

"You're my bodyguard. Not my... concubine, or consort, or whatever is going on here."

She tilts her head, no visible change in her expression.
"Of course, such roles do not play a part in your physical protection, merely your physical satisfaction. Do I not physically satisfy you?"

"That's... not quite what I meant."

She suddenly pushes up onto the chair, pressing her barrel against his crotch, rubbing against it with her warm body, tickling his skin with her fur, his shirt lifting from her motions to reveal his stomach. Behind herself, her tail is flicking back and forth in the air, revealing her quiet excitement even as her face does little more than blink.
"Do you not enjoy the care I provide?"

"I-I do, just... it's very... intimate."

She nods, like he's stating the obvious.

"It is, Sir. Is that a problem?"

Garrett swallows hard, his body answering the question before his words do, even White Rose noticing the growing tension in his underwear, poking at her underbelly. She glances down, humming in recognition to herself, shuffling backwards to bring her face closer to his hips.

Before she does anything, however, she stares up at him expectantly.

Garrett bites his lip.
"W-well... no..."

That's all she needed to hear, as her snout hovers dangerously close to the band of his underwear, her magic slowly enveloping it as she begins to slide it down. It catches on his growing member, before the friction holds it no longer, springing it from it's confines and smacking against her nose. To her credit, she doesn't even react to the impact, only tilting her head as her gaze shifts to the new, throbbing focus in front of her.

"One moment..." White Rose mutters, her tongue wetting her lips as she tenderly places them against the underside of his shaft, leaving a slick trail of saliva as her maw traces his member, working up towards the tip.

Garrett can hardly stop himself from tilting his head back, grunting as White Rose's tongue works along the lips that softly kiss him, teasing his head with slow, forceful encirclings of her tongue. A rather long tongue, that draws out to lick him, wetting him with her mouth as she works him over.

What starts as a simple, attentive form of careful, tender contact quickly starts to ramp up as her snout presses against him, White Rose helping herself to dick, while Garrett clings to the chair for life as he's worked freely by the controlling mare. Kisses against his tip slowly get more impactful, more forceful, and deeper as she begins to take him into her awaiting mouth, opening her jaw wide, saliva strands stretching as she envelops over half of him into her ensnouted mouth. Well, she's trying to, but her mane is starting to fall down in front of her face and is proving to be a bother, the way her gaze finally breaks from him.

Garrett's head snaps up as he feels a hoof tapping his lap, to a White Rose with half of his sopping wet member in her mouth, trying to wordlessly demonstrate the new nuisance with only her eyes. It only takes him a moment to understand, Garrett nervously reaching to take a hold of her well-cared mane to keep it out of the way.

The sight of her staring up at him while focused on his lower half certainly does something for him, White Rose making a muffled noise as he twitches several time in her warm, mouthy grasp.

"Goodneth..." He hears her quietly mumble, shifting the placement of her hooves as she prepares.

And in one, slow, tantalizingly drawn out movement, White Rose pushes herself down on his member, Garrett grimacing as he can feel himself push into her throat as she takes him fully, her snout squishing as she pushes her node hard against his pelvis. And she holds herself there, her tongue working the underside of him out of sight, the tightness and movements of her throat ushering another groan out of Garrett.

After a long pause, and just as slowly as she went down, White Rose lifts herself upwards as the warmth of her throat departs, exposing his slobbered meat to the rooms air, now feeling far colder than moments prior. Her lips make a resounding 'pop' as she releases him, spittle and drool trailing from her mouth as she licks her lips.

"Satisfactory?" She questions, looking up to him and asking like it was any old question, as if she didn't just hilt him in her throat effortlessly.

"F-fuck." Garrett barely manages.

"I'm glad you approve, Sir. It shows my practice has been worthwhile."

"...Practice?" Garrett barely utters, though no answer comes his way, White Rose letting her long, warm tongue drag up from the base of his member to the tip, before she deftly retakes it in her mouth again, already working her way to swallow him back up.

...

Griffonstone, Griffonia | The Council Chambers

"T-this is ridiculous! Gentle-Birds, please!" Garrett flails and shouts to no avail, before being tugged backwards by his collar just in time to avoid getting a streak of claws put right through his face, falling back onto his rear. Good thing for the smoothed tile, as he's dragged behind a flipped table serving as cover, where White Rose is already bunkered down. The off-white glow that had scrunched his suit dissipates, as a bubble-style barrier suddenly erupts around them, encapsulating both of them and the furniture they hide behind, her horn glowing brilliantly. Despite the effort, her face is calm and stern, peering around the council room as it remains it complete chaos.

He did everything right, in hindsight. He'd researched the different Griffon houses, their almost might-is-right approach to nobility, the works. Garrett truly thought he was prepared, and he mostly was. The only thing he didn't account for was just how much Griffons do not get along with other Griffons. A simple question about trade logistics spiraled into an argument about who could manage a trade route better, and whose lands were best for moving them through. Which them absolutely plummeted into them trying to claw and peck the others eyes out.

"You are unharmed, Sir." It's not a question, but a statement as she protectively stands over his legs, maintaining herself as a physical bulwark, a secondary layer underneath the first, magical ward that protects them from...

Multiple Griffons are throwing themselves, and their others, around the room. The once-fancy, stone-carved mountaintop room for ceremonial purposes and negotiations has devolved into broken furniture, shattered busts, torn tapestries and flipped tables as screeches, caws and yelps of pain take the air, squabbling amongst themselves to settle the scores of the meeting.

"S-should we get out of here?!" Garret flinches as something thuds loudly against the barrier, a feather-ruffled Griffon scrambling off it's surface to lunge back into the absolute cacophony of chaotic combat occurring all around them.

"Negative. Nothing will be getting through my barrier, Sir, and I believe the Griffons will be in a better position for negotiations once they have worked their tensions out between themselves." She explains, head on a swivel to each battling bird that nears them.

"So... we stay here?" It's hardly a question, more a pitiable whine of upset as he realizes he'll need to continue to put up with whatever is going on here, and with Griffon's penchant for aggression and battle, this may be a long ordeal.

So consider him surprised when White Rose lowers herself unto his lap, pressing up against him to offer some level of comfort while maintaining a remarkable amount of alertness.
"You're free to hold me closely if it will bring you comfort, Sir."

Garrett only hesitates a moment, as another loud BANG whams against the barrier, before his arms and legs around practically enwrapped around the mare, clinging to her tightly.

"You can hold tighter, Sir." She comments quietly, the barrier growing brighter, and the squabbling sounds growing more distant.

In all the carnage, one can hardly notice the way her tail is excitedly swishing back and forth, content in her ever protective role.

...

Garrett lays in the middle feathery, downy bed, staring up at the ceiling. It took about an hour, but after that long suffering, and surprisingly minimal casualties, the Griffon's were in a much more amicable position to decide who should spearhead the logistical leyline to the portal. Once things got settled, and Garrett nearly had a heart attack shaking hands with one of their still-bloody claws, they retreated to the housing that had been offered for their duration of their stay.

Still, it was an overall traumatizing experience for poor Garrett, who now lay quietly, splayed on his back. His only source of comfort, despite how comfortable the bed was, and the only thing keeping him from spiraling into a nervous breakdown, was the familiarly brown-furred, white-maned mare laid in his bed beside him, slowly stroking through his hair with a hoof.

"You did well today, Sir." She quietly coos, despite her face still being completely flat, hardly visible in the dim candlelight of their guest room for the night.

"...Sometimes, it feels more like you're my ass-kicking wife than my bodyguard, White Rose." Garrett mumbles quietly. It was originally intend to be a thought left only to himself, but he finds his lips speaking his mind for him.

She slowly leans over his face, her piercing blue eyes that stood out in the dark trailing over his features, looking from his own eyes, to his lips, lingering there for a long time, before returning to his gaze.

It's a long silence, yet she never stops petting him.
"Would it bring you comfort if I was, Sir?"

Garrett blinks, finding himself with a lack of words. In the silence he leaves, White Rose only leans closer, her snout's breath hot on his face, as her other hoof gently cradles his cheek with surprising softness.

"I wouldn't be opposed."

It's simple words, but it brings back an old question that Garrett has yet to find an answer for.
"...Seriously, White Rose, what are we? Are we something?"

"I am your Bodyguard, Sir."

"Yes, I know..."

"As for being your wife... perhaps when these assignments are over, and we choose to settle on either side of the portal, we can discuss your proposal. Until then, I believe myself content in my duties, as long as you find yourself content in my performance, Sir." Her tone only gets softer, as a plush set of lips gently kiss his cheek. Then his ear. Then, his neck...

... And it continues to go lower, the warm touch of her affection against his chest, then lowering to his stomach. Then, she pauses, raising back up to enjoy a look at Garrett's flustered face.

And she smiles, though it's a little one, a crack in her steely gaze.
"Apologies, Sir, for the contradictory actions of trying to simultaneously appease you, but also ensure your wellbeing. I enjoy when you're flustered. It's cute." She hums quietly.

The thought of needing a bodyguard from his bodyguard is one Garrett properly considers, up until her lips press against his, kissing him deeply and pressing him into the bed.

"Does... this..." She slowly paces out between deep, firm imprints against his face, holding herself over him.
"...Ease...the...nerves?"

"Not... really..." He barely manages, grunting in surprise as White Rose shifts in the bed, lifting herself up, and over, and onto him, sitting on his lap and straddling him with her hind hooves, her forelegs leant against the bed, each beside his head, for support.

"Then perhaps we should do this kind of thing more often, Sir... to help you acclimate to such activities." She slowly explains, her hooves trailing down his chest, teasing his skin as they go lower. It's yet another shockingly erotic display from his usually reserved bodyguard, her own desires slipping forth as she bites her lip, an action nearly entirely hidden by the fluffy, messy mane that drapes over her face as she looks down.

With some slight hesitation, Garrett pushes through his own trepidations and grasps her thighs, surprising White Rose as her attention snaps back upward.

"...Okay." Is all he can manage, feeling like his heart is about to burst out of his chest.

"And would you hold a preference towards me leading these engagements?"

"I... would like that."

"At my own discretion?"

"U-uh... yes."

"Whenever and wherever I deem you in need of... relief from what ails you?"

Garrett swallows hard, part of him feeling like he's signing off on a deal with the devil. But, he relents, nodding.

"Good boy." She suddenly leans down, her wavy mane sweeping down to cover part of his face as she holds her nose inches from his, softly kissing his cheek.

Another small grin cracks her expression.
"Apologies, Sir. I only wished to see your reaction."

Full mast was an understatement.

Author's Note

extra pic

this one is late because I like White Rose, emotionless and controlling women, and decided to make this chapter saucy

will probably oc her later