> Sex Therapy
>  by Nonameknight
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> Chapter 1 - An Idea
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"So, let me get this straight," I say, folding my arms and leaning against the wall of my room within the Canterlot palace, meeting the unashamed gaze of my visitor, "Your solution to my lack of work is to pay me a large sum of money to open a business, rent said business' office for a year for me, and then have me fuck ponies?"

Princess Luna, the diarch of Equestria, and a surprisingly perverted pony apparently, nods her head in response to my inquiry, her furry rear planted on the couch that is the centerpiece of my living room. Her hooves shift a bit in place, seeming to realize just how outlandish her offer sounds to me, her starry mane swaying in an invisible breeze, "N-nay, we did not say that. We simply mentioned that we recalled an old profession that is no longer often used in Equestria, and that we believe you may be a good fit for the business."

"Luna, that's prostitution!" I shout, throwing my hands up before groaning as I let my head fall, sighing in frustration, "Look, I appreciate the offer, but I'm not desperate enough to sell my body like that just yet. You know I'm looking for other work, it's just..."

"That ponies here do not believe you as capable as a pony, yes. Perhaps we should have sent you to Ponyville, after all," she mumbles to herself with a furrowed brow, the expression still appearing almost alien to me due to my scant few months here, "A comfort therapist is not as simple as laying with a mare or stallion, Renard. They were trusted, well cared for, and valued due to their work distracting many ponies from the struggles of the past.

"War, famine, and monsters were a daily threat to our lives, and comfort therapists were simply called comfort mares and stallions in that age. Sister says the term is outdated and frowned upon these days, however," Luna continues, sighing before returning her attention to me, "Regardless, it is your best bet of integrating with the populace and making a living. Your height and skills make it difficult to find much else in regards to work."

Scoffing, I wave a hand dismissively and remove myself from the wall behind me, making my way towards the princess of the night with even, steady steps, a scowl firmly planted on my face, "Are you sure? There isn't anything in the castle I can do instead? Not even a secretary position?"

A smirk splits Luna's muzzle as I take my seat next to her, the look in her eyes making me grow uneasy, "Well...Blueblood has needed a new secretary for a week now. Scared the last one off in a day."

"Nevermind, I'll do it."





"Is it too late to change my mind?"

Staring up at the two-story building in front of me, I can't help but notice just how large and private the space itself is, the windows small and narrow while the door is made from oak wood and lacking any windows on the surface of it. The road Luna and I are standing on is paved with cobblestone, the traffic from ponies going about their day surprisingly large, bringing to mind one of the main streets of the capital city.

"Quite. The payments are made, and the office is yours for a year, Renard," Luna replies, earning a groan of trepidation from me, "Do not worry, friend. We took the liberty of hiring you a secretary of your own, to ease your workload. Her salary will come from us for six months."

"Well...I suppose I can't put this off, huh? Might as well give this a try and see what happens."

Stepping forward and up the all-too-small stone steps, I glance down at the pair of keys in my hand, one meant to unlock the door while the other is meant for the safe inside, before sliding the correct key into the lock. Turning the key and opening the door, my eyes are greeted with a small waiting room and a receptionist's desk, a door further into the spartan room also visible. The entire look of the room brings a doctor's office to mind, raising my expectations of the business' standards.

"This is...surprisingly normal so far," I mumble to myself as I begin to explore the room and take in all the details that I can in an attempt to familiarize myself with my new office, "It's even got a coffee maker for the secretary. This actually might not be so bad..."

"Good. We chose this location with privacy in mind, and due to the number of ponies that pass by every day," Luna says from behind me, making me yelp and quickly turn to face her, a hand over my heart, "Your secretary should be here by tomorrow, and you can meet her then. Her name is Nimbus Blitz, a retired Wonderbolt who wanted a change of scenery."

"O-okay, good to know. I, um...assume that she isn't going to want to..." I trail off, unable to get the words out of my mouth, and winding up looking like a blushing fool in front of one of the most powerful ponies in the world, "Y-you know."

Nodding her head, Luna trots towards the back door of the room, her horn lighting up with her magical aura and surrounding the handle of the door before opening it, "Correct. She is an employee here, and nothing more. If she wishes for you to engage in that activity together, that is between the two of you. Otherwise, she is not to be touched in that manner."

"Yeah, I get that now. Was just making sure, Princess," I reply honestly, giving a sheepish smile and rubbing the back of my head with a hand as I follow behind her, curious about the rest of the office, "I won't do anything that isn't asked of me, don't worry."

Chuckling to herself, Luna leads me into the small hallway separating three rooms from each other before opening the door on the left and bringing me inside, "That is exactly why we believe you would be a good fit for this. Remember, you are not a simple escort to spend the night rutting with. You are a professional, here to help ponies relax, unwind, and send them home with a smile on their faces."

"I doubt I'll be, uh...doing much 'rutting,'" I say with a glance to the side, taking in the sight of the room we entered after I get over my hesitance, "For some reason, I don't think many ponies will want that part of the service from me. I imagine that I'll be spending a lot of time chatting with clients in this...really nice office. Wow."

The office looks much nicer than the nearly empty lobby, sporting a surprisingly large wooden desk and already equipped with several quills stored in a holder atop the surface, along with a sizable bed in the corner of the room. Noting the locations of the other office essentials, I make sure to examine everything I can, barely noticing Luna as she puffs her chest with pride, "It was nary an issue, friend. We were more than happy to ensure that you received a comfortable work environment. It is not just for your benefit, after all."

"That makes sense, yeah. Thanks, Princess! This is great! So, is that bed for sleeping, or...?" 

I walk towards the bed and lean down to take a closer look at the sheets, the soft silk immediately recognizable once I touch it with a hand. My eyes widen, and I glance over at Luna with a questioning expression, a soft blush tingeing my cheeks, "N-nevermind, I think I can tell. Did you need to get silk sheets, Princess? I'm not used to this level of pampering, I gotta say."

"We did indeed need to choose silk sheets, yes. You can not make it seem as though you can not provide a comfortable place for your clients and yourself," Luna responds with a soft smile, approaching me and resting a hoof on my shoulder, "We promised to help you, and we intend to make good on that promise. You are not alone here, Renard. If you ever need somepony to talk to, our door is always open for you."

Taken aback, I remain silent for a moment before I return the smile, genuinely grateful for the assistance that she is providing me, "Thank you, Princess. But...what did I do to deserve so much from you? This can't have been cheap to get."

"It was not. However, we can say that you deserve a chance to be able to thrive here, as everypony else does," she says with sincere kindness, her voice soothing any worries about this job for the moment, "You can always contact us if you find something is missing. By the way...we have told you many times to cease calling us by our title when it is just the two of us, friend. Please, call us Luna."

"Yes, Princ- I m-mean, Luna. Thank you," I reply, chuckling softly as I get to my feet and smile down at the moon princess, "If you ever need to relax, you can come by whenever you want."

Luna and I stare in silence at each other for a short number of seconds, a shit-eating grin growing on her muzzle as she lifts a hoof to her lips, cutting off my stuttered attempt at saving myself, "So straightforward, Renard. We did not know you felt that way about us."

"L-Luna, I didn't m-mean to imply-"

She silences me by pressing her hoof to my lips, her head leaning closer as those gorgeous blue eyes gaze into mine, my blush of embarrassment quickly becoming one of arousal instead, "Hush, dear Renard. You have made no insult to us. We will visit you soon, do not worry."

Quickly calming from her words, I glance to the side as her hoof falls from my face, rubbing the back of my head again with a hand, "Thank you, Luna. You're a good friend, and...y-yeah, I'll see you soon then."

Giggling cutely, Luna leans forwards and gives me a soft peck on the cheek, my eyes widening in surprise from the gesture of affection from her. I raise a hand and place my palm against my cheek, watching her slowly trot towards the door, her hips swaying more than usual and her tail flicking from side to side.

"Until then, Renard. The other rooms should be obvious as to their function, so no need for a more thorough tour," Luna states with an airy tone to her voice, my blush returning as I catch glimpses behind her tail, "Farewell, and sweet dreams."

Stunned into silence while my eyes are glued onto Luna's body, I gulp nervously and give a timid wave to her before she closes the door behind her with a soft click. I release the breath I was holding, panting softly before glancing away and blushing brighter, wondering why Luna would possibly kiss me.

"Does...s-she like me? Why would...? I need a drink."





The next day brings me back to the office, and the sign above the door that was somehow installed last night after I locked up for the night immediately draws my attention. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I mumble to myself, reading over the softly glowing words and noticing the silhouette of myself laying atop a black bed behind the text, "'The Shining Stallion?' You have got to be kidding me, Luna."

I sigh and rub the bridge of my nose with a pair of fingers, walking up the small stone steps and unlocking the door, a soft frown on my face as I do. The soft clattering of objects from the hallway makes me narrow my eyes in suspicion, closing the door behind me after I enter the building, "Hello? We're not open yet today! Who's there?"

A startled yelp reaches my ears, my suspicion growing until I spot a pegasus mare standing in the hallway through the open back door, a few cleaning supplies scattered at her hooves. She smiles as she sees me, and quickly tidies up the fallen bottles before trotting over towards me.

"Hello, sir! My name is Nimbus Blitz!" the white-coated mare declares as she snaps into a salute, her piercing blue eyes reminding me of a drill sergeant I met back home, though the friendly smile on her face dissuades the idea of any ill will, "As Princess Luna may have had the chance to explain, I will be your secretary here for the next six months, at least! That might be longer, depending on our circumstances."

"It's, uh...nice to meet you, Miss Blitz. Please, just call me Renard," I offer with a soft, sheepish smile, not sure how someone so serious can look so cute, her wavy grey mane bringing to mind a storm cloud, and her eyes reminding me somewhat of Luna's, "I didn't get too much of an explanation, but I know that we'll be co-workers, yes. How does all this work?"

"It's a good thing Princess Luna briefed me, then! To summarize, anyone who wants to hire us for your services will make an appointment with me, and I will notify you of your appointments for the day in the morning," Nimbus explains, dropping the salute and smiling wider, seeming like a cheerful pony overall, "I tidied and stocked the massage room, and the bar for the karaoke room upstairs is also stocked. You should be good for the next couple of weeks, but I can help you with any purchases of supplies and such!

"Princess Luna also gave us a stipend of ten thousand bits per month to spend on supplies for this. That may sound like a great deal of money, but each client will be spending at least two hundred bits per visit, minimum," she continues, my head nodding along in understanding, "Along with the snacks and drinks that we have, you can earn thousands per visit from the richer clients. It's all about what services the client wants, and how well you provide them. Clients can also give you a tip if they think you've earned it."

"So all I have to do is pamper and attend to any mare that makes an appointment? Wait...do I have to fuck everyone who wants me to?" I ask with a hint of nervousness, not sure if I can handle a dozen mares in a day, "Couldn't that get exhausting, fast? Not to mention how long each client would need for that..."

"Huh?" Nimbus questions with a cute tilt of her head, blinking in confusion before speaking again, "Renard, the standard sessions for that are only ten minutes long in the schedule. Stallions don't last longer than that, and we only book one session of that nature per day."

Eyes widening as I realize the implications of her words, I take a deep breath before replying, attempting to calm my excitement, "Are you...saying that stallions can only go for ten minutes before they're done?"

"No, sir. Those ten minutes are comprised of two separate five-minute sessions, with a half-hour for a break between them."

"Nimbus? Feel free to change each session to two hours, and keep the price the same for the amount of time," I say with a smile, visibly excited about the idea of doing so, despite Nimbus' dropped jaw, "If the mares making the appointments are going to be here for at least an hour, the sessions should be something a bit more special, right? We're more likely to have repeat customers if I can dedicate more time to the ones who pay for the extra services."

"B-but there's no way any stallion could ever last for two whole hours, sir! You'd need to go to the hospital!" Nimbus responds with genuine nervousness in her voice, stepping forward and pleadingly lifting a hoof, "Please, I don't want you to get hurt! Not to mention that the Princess would blame me! Oh gosh, I'd be thrown into the dungeons..."

"I'm not a stallion, am I?" I ask with a raised brow, smirking knowingly and resting my hands on my hips, lidding my eyes at her, "Humans are a bit different, Miss. Not to brag, but the average human can go for two hours. Some last less, but I am not one of those."

Nimbus' eyes widen, stepping back in surprise as her wings snap outwards, a soft blush adorning her cheeks, "What!? I-I...are y-you sure, Renard? That's quite a claim to make," she admits, her eyes glancing towards my crotch before darting away, "But I-I suppose we can give it a try, to see if you can make that work."

"Thank you, Nimbus. I'll probably end up starting tomorrow, right?" I inquire with a chuckle, internally pleased with her flustered response, "I can't have gotten any appointments yet, after all."

"Actually..."

"Wait, what?" I ask with a confused expression, looking down at Nimbus and heading towards the couch, "Okay, so how many are there?"

"...a lot, sir."
> Chapter 2 - First Client: Lyra Heartstrings
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"Okay, okay!" I plead while raising my arms in surrender, losing count of how many names Nimbus listed off to me and feeling my nervousness start to act up again, taking a step back from the pegasus secretary standing nearby, "Let's not go over every single name on that...huge list. Let's focus on who is booked for today. What can I expect?"

Shuffling her hooves and glancing away from the clipboard in her weird magical hoof grip, Nimbus flips back to the first page, the list of names for clients taking up dozens of pages, "Well, you have a session with a Miss Lyra Heartstrings and several appointments for regular relaxation over the day afterward."

"Alright, that's more reasonable... So, how long am I fully booked for? A week? Two?" I ask, internally dreading hearing the answer to my question, "It can't be longer, can it?"

"A month, sir," she admits with a sheepish smile, her wings flapping softly for a moment before returning to her side, the two of us standing within The Shining Stallion's lobby, "You're booked for a month. Some of them might want to book again, as well."

"How the hell did a business that just opened get so popular, literally overnight!?" I question in shock, letting my head fall into my hands as I take a deep breath, sighing heavily a moment later, "That sounds completely impossible. We only opened today. Please explain how this happened...please."

"Well...there may have been an article in the local paper about us," Nimbus says, chuckling nervously and hiding her face behind her clipboard, unsure of what my reaction might be, "Princess Luna may have also...sent invites to a lot of ponies?"

Remaining silent for several moments, I slowly lift my head and meet Nimbus' gaze, my expression neutral, "She...sent invites. To this place. Last night."

"M-maybe? She didn't tell me when she did, only that she did so at some point. The Princess seemed rather pleased with herself, too," she comments with a genuine chuckle, her statement bringing Luna's strange, prideful display from yesterday to mind, "It just means we have a lot of customers already, right? A lot of them won't rebook every month, cause of how expensive it can get. There are also likely to be cancellations, so...you should be okay?"

"Okay...okay, no problem. Not a problem at all. As you said, I should be okay," I say, unsure of if I'm trying to convince her or myself, a few beads of sweat forming on my forehead, "So when is the first mare arriving, Nimbus? I want to double-check a few things before I get started."

Looking at the clipboard again, Nimbus makes note of something before diverting her attention to the clock above the front door, a sheepish smile returning to her muzzle, "...f-fifteen minutes, sir."

I sigh deeply and rub the bridge of my nose again, deadpanning and making my way towards my office, "Alright, just...send her in when she gets here, and I'll get there as fast as I can. I'm just going to put on some of that cologne that I found yesterday in my desk drawer so I don't smell like sweat from my nerves acting up."

"Yes, sir!" Nimbus responds with a smile and a salute, the gesture earning a soft chuckle from me as I walk out of her sight and into my office to get the bottle I mentioned, the note I found yesterday from Luna saying that it would smell pleasant to mares of all ages. Kind of a weird statement, but I didn't think too deeply about it.

"Alright, just a spray or two. I don't want to be that asshole who just reeks of cologne," I mumble to myself, spraying some of the scented fluid under each of my arms and coughing a bit from the concentration of the smell, "Good God, that smells so weird! Are the clients actually going to like this stuff? Fuck, my nose is stinging..."

Waving my arm to clear the air, I turn on the magic-powered fan resting in the corner of the room, allowing the machine to direct the majority of the smell out of my office and into the hallway, my eyes squeezing shut to prevent any more of the aerosol from reaching my eyes. I cough a few more times before I open my eyes again, grunting in annoyance from the ordeal before slipping the bottle back into the drawer I took it from.

"So much for not reeking," I grumble out with a huff, closing the drawer and stepping out of the office to see that the lobby is still empty, aside from Nimbus sorting paperwork behind her desk, "She's not here yet, Nimbus?"

"Not yet, sir! She's scheduled for five minutes from now, so she might run a bit late. I'm also going to need to reschedule some of the appointments for the next while because of your decision, so I'll be busy with this for most of the day," she says without a trace of malice, the smile on her face the only thing dissuading me from assuming that she is being passive-aggressive right now, "By the way, Miss Heartstrings has requested the Full House special, where she can do as she likes with you for the appointment. It just means she chooses if you'll be watching movies, giving her a massage, or anything else that's offered right now."

"So I just do whatever she wants, got it," I reply with a thumbs up, Nimbus' confusion from my gesture making me roll my eyes a moment later in irritation about how no one is going to understand my references anymore, "It means 'you got it,' or 'it's all good.' Don't worry about it, it's a human thing."

"If you say so, sir. Good luck," Nimbus comments with a chuckle, her head turning to face the door along with mine as we hear it opening, "O-oh! Hello, Miss! Do you have an appointment for today?"

The mint-green unicorn mare that enters closes the door behind her, the streaks of white through her almost equally green mane and tail making her almost look like a mint toothpaste advert. Her amber eyes widen for a moment in surprise as she spots me leaning out of the doorway to the hall, then gives me a friendly smile, her flanks angled towards me and allowing me to see her golden lyre butt stamp. 

"I do! My name is Lyra Heartstrings," the new mare says, eyes trailing over me with curiosity and interest as she checks in for her appointment, "Princess Luna sent me an invite a few months ago, and I've been looking forward to it ever since. So you must be Renard, the Human that arrived a while back. I saw your picture in the newspaper when you got here and figured I should see if the rumors hold up."

"Rumors?" I inquire with a raised brow, stepping out and approaching the shorter mare with a soft shake of my head and a smile, "Never mind that for now, Miss Heartstrings. You are correct, my name is Renard, and I am the comfort therapist on staff. It is a pleasure to meet you," I tell her with a softer voice, taking a knee in front of her and gently picking up Lyra's hoof before kissing the top of it, earning a soft blush from her.

"O-oh my. Well, you're a gentleman, that rumor is certainly true. Could you be a pal and carry me into the massage room?" Lyra requests with a happy hum, the soft tremor of excitement that runs through her body felt through my hand, "I would love to get a nice rubbing down from these...what are these?"

"They're called hands, Miss Heartstrings," I answer with a chuckle, gently picking her up by her sides and cradling her in my arms like one would carry their bride, earning another blush from the mare as I carry her towards the room in question, "They're very useful for massages, in fact. Are you comfortable?"

I gaze down at Lyra and give a genuine smile, happy to see the flustered mare in my arms enjoying herself so far, a smile of her own plastered across her muzzle as her head nods, her tail twitching eagerly as I step inside. I open the door to my miniature massage parlor and take a quick glance around to confirm where I am carrying her. 

Inside are two pony-sized massage tables, designed for when I can hire another employee with my earned funds, along with several shelves of beauty and hygiene products. Tucked away in the corner of the room is a large hot tub, the magical porcelain bathing tool currently empty of water.

"Would you like me to start with your front or your back, Miss? Today is about you," I comment with genuine affection, finding the blushing unicorn to be adorable, "Don't be afraid to ask for anything that you might want me to do. It's not a problem. I am here to serve you."

"F-front, please," Lyra stutters out, and I gently lower her onto the massage table, stroking her mane with a hand and grinning in delight as she hums, one of her back hooves kicking softly at the air, "Wow, that feels amazing... Can y-you do that for just a bit longer?"

"Of course. As I said, I am here to serve, Miss Heartstrings," I reply, resting my other hand on her tufted chest as I grant her request, her eyes slowly drifting shut and her head leaning into my touch. Taking a moment to look over Lyra's body, a soft blush of my own forms as I realize that I can clearly see the two dark mounds between her legs, her nipples visible through her fur, "Anything you need. Anything at all."

Returning my eyes to Lyra's face, I coo softly as I take in the sight of her cute, sleepy expression, eyes barely open and unfocused. Her back hoof continues to kick, allowing me to stroke her mane for several more seconds before she lifts her forehooves and gently grasps my arm with them, panting softly and squeezing her thighs together in excitement.

"That's g-good for now," she says with a stutter, liking what my hands are doing to her body so far. Lyra lifts my hand from her head to look closer at it, seeming practically fascinated with them, "These are hands, you said? They feel nice, Renard."

Chuckling at the adorable act, I wiggle my fingers and get a soft, startled squeak in response, her eyes widening, "They are, yes. They're pretty useful, I must say. Would you like me to start on your massage, Miss Heartstrings?"

Lyra nuzzles into my palm and giggles as I gently close my fingers around her muzzle, then nods her head with a hum as I ruffle her chest tuft, "Yes, please. Can you use strawberry-scented oil?"

"Of course," I reply, Lyra's mild disappointment obvious as I remove my hands from her body and head towards the nearby shelf, looking over the options available, "Let's see... Oh! It seems we have a few choices. Would you like the oil to have warming magic in it, or would you like the one without it?"

"Hmm... Let's see what the warming oil does," Lyra decides, my head nodding as I pull out the requested bottle before I make my way back towards her, her tail still flicking in excitement. I open the bottle once I reach the foot of the bed, pouring some of the oil onto my hand and trying to ignore my peripheral, barely able to see Lyra's wet, puffy pussy in it, "Oh wow, I can smell it so clearly already! Is it doing anything yet, Renard?"

"My hands feel a bit warmer," I admit as I close the bottle and place it to the side, rubbing my hands together to coat the palms in oil before pressing them to her chest and starting to massage the tension from her muscles. She coos adorably with a shiver as the oil soaks into her fur, the magical effects of the fluid activating and causing a growing warmth to form in my hands.

Lyra's head leans back as she begins to feel her body grow hot, giving a soft moan as I manage to release a tension knot in her shoulder. I take my time to make sure each part of her upper front receives just as much attention and care, fingertips digging softly into her fur and coaxing more moans from the minty mare's throat while I lavish her with attention.

"Ohh, t-that feels amazing," she coos, lifting her head to watch my hands move and slide along her body, and I find myself feeling internally grateful that I took a masseuse class back home before winding up here, "Hooves have never f-felt this good... Can y-you rub a little lower, please?"

Nodding my head, my hands begin to make their way over her stomach and sides, leaning over her a tad to make sure that I can reach every inch of her body as I work on her muscles. Lyra watches my hands closely the entire time, biting her lower lip as I dip a bit further down with each rub and stroke, though I make sure to keep from touching her teats since she has not asked for me to yet.

"Mmm...that's so good. You can go a bit lower if you w-want to, I don't bite," Lyra teases with a wink, moaning again as I dig my fingers into a particularly tense muscle on her side, intent on oiling up her entire barrel, "Unless t-that's what you're into, heh."

"Perhaps I should make sure you won't pull a muscle before anything like that happens, Miss Heartstrings," I coo, sliding my hands to Lyra's left hind leg and working my digits into the firm muscles hidden below her soft fur. Grasping her hoof with one hand and massaging with the other, Lyra's eyes flutter closed as I work on her flank, and a throaty moan echoes through the room, "You're liable to tear something if we don't. See? Doesn't that already feel better?"

"Y-yeah," she manages to croak out, panting harder and letting her other hind leg splay to the side, the sight of her dripping hole unobscured by anything now and causing a distinct tent to form in my pants, "Please d-don't stop, Renard. This is t-the best massage I've ever had."

Her sweet scent begins to overpower the strawberry-scented oil and the cologne, and I resist the urge to cop a feel of her ass yet, beyond what would be professional, a small chuckle escaping me as I gaze into her lidded, unfocused eyes, "I didn't intend to, Miss Heartstrings. I'm so glad that you're enjoying yourself," I say with genuine happiness, a tremor of arousal wracking my body as she moans again, "Your voice is very pretty, Miss Heartstrings. Do you sing as well as you play the lyre?"

"You h-haven't heard me play b-before," Lyra points out with a whimper, her pussy gaping for a moment as it winks at me, her head shaking a moment later in denial, "No, I'm n-not the best singer. I know a l-lot of ponies that make me look l-like an amateur."

"I doubt that's true," I reply with an amused laugh, leaning close and gazing into her eyes, my affection for this cute little musician growing by the moment, "Because you have the sweetest voice I've ever heard. You're so cute when you moan, Miss Heartstrings."

"Really?" she asks with an almost timid gentleness before moaning again as I rub her inner thigh, her body trembling from the pleasure I seem to be giving her, "I've o-only ever heard that from my ex before. Oh, Renard..."

"They were a fool to let you out of their arms," I tell the starry-eyed mare, practically laying atop her as I release her from my grasp before taking her other leg into my hands, starting to give it the same treatment as the first, "You've been nothing but polite this entire time, and these thighs are to die for. I don't think I could let you go if I were in their position."

Her eyes snap wide open, and I pause for a moment out of fear that I have offended her, though she surprises me by leaning up, wrapping her hooves around the back of my neck, and pulling me into a deep kiss. Soft, short hairs rub against my lips and chin as she begins to sloppily try to make out with me, a shudder of arousal shooting through me as she humps into the air with an eager moan, her tail lashing wildly and spreading her scent through the room.

A hand slips under Lyra's back and holds her to me, allowing the mare to grind and rub against my crotch with pleasured sighs and groans, not seeming to have any hesitation in using my body for her pleasure. My pants quickly grow damp from her juices, soaking into the fabric and marking me as her partner for the day, my lips pressing back as I return the passionate kiss, my other hand giving her flank a few squeezes.

"M-mmph?"

Lyra's tongue presses to my lips, slipping between the parted entrance as I gasp softly in pleasure, an electric sensation shooting up my spine as she explores my mouth, wrestling my smaller tongue with ease. I let my eyes drift shut as I enjoy her embrace and the kiss, the surprisingly soft underside of her hooves rubbing my back until we feel the need for air surfacing, eventually parting with a happy sigh from the minty mare below me.

"W-wow..." I mutter, eyes unfocused and gazing into Lyra's opening eyes, her hooves soon resuming their rubbing as she nuzzles into my neck a moment later, "That was i-intense, Miss Heartstrings. Are y-you wishing to resume the massage later?"

"I want you inside of m-me, Renard. G-give me a deep tissue massage," she pleads, moaning into the air as she bucks against my hips again. Her forehooves wrap around my neck, and I feel her teeth begin to nibble at my ear, her sweet voice speaking softly into it, "Have y-you ever had sex with a pony before? I hope I'm your first."

"You are my first," I sincerely answer, scratching between her ears and reaching for my pants with my other hand, sliding my thumb into the waistband before starting to pull them down my legs to the sounds of Lyra's excited cooing. The fabric apparel hits the floor with a soft thud along with my underwear, my rock-hard length throbbing in anticipation at the idea of making this adorable mare moan my name, "I do not regret it in the slightest. Your eyes are so easy to get lost in, Miss Heartstrings."

"Call me Lyra, Renard," she demands with a huff of hot air into my ear, nibbling on my lobe and giving an occasional lick, "You sound too formal. Just t-take me, you silly alien."

I chuckle at Lyra's quip and nod my head, giving the side of her muzzle a soft kiss and grasping the base of my cock so I can aim it towards her drenched, winking teardrop, shivering in arousal as I feel her opening wink against my tip. Leaking some pre onto her, I press my tip to her warm opening and look into her eyes, wanting to drink in her expression as I carefully ease my hips forwards and penetrate her, practically blown away by her internal heat.

A duo of moans ring out, and I feel the unicorn tremble under me from the sensations she is receiving, her eyes squeezing shut between flutters. Lyra's jaw drops as I fit about half of myself into her, back legs spread wide and giving nickers of encouragement, the sounds arousing me more than I imagined they could. Her fur is matted with sweat, eyes glazed over in delight as she gets lost in the moment, the sounds she is making promising sweet dreams tonight.

"You're so tight, Lyra," I sigh, groaning in pleasure and deciding to give her a taste of her own medicine by leaning down and nipping the tip of her ear. She yelps softly and squeezes down around me, panting harder and bucking her hips once again, the movement almost causing my legs to give out from under me for a moment, "S-so cute. I could just eat you up, my adorable little unicorn."

"I'm n-not little," Lyra stammers out, blushing brightly and averting her gaze out of embarrassment, my smile growing as I lean down to kiss her on the forehead, our size difference apparent. Normally reaching my stomach in height, Lyra's head now rests against my chest, her hooves grasping at the fabric and lifting it up my body, "And t-this stupid shirt is in the way! I want to see everything, you stud."

"I'm a stud, am I?" I ask with another chuckle, squeezing her plump ass with a hand and giving the base of her horn a tender kiss after she slips the shirt over my head and tosses it to the side, a pleased gasp of delight escaping her as I hilt inside of her with a hard throb, "That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, Lyra. You must be enjoying yourself a lot to be gripping me this much and buttering me up like that."

Pouting softly for only a moment, Lyra's expression morphs into a playful grin and her hips begin to gyrate, her actions earning a long, low groan of bliss from me as I bury my face in her neck and pant hard. She strokes the back on my head and gives a couple of softer bucks against me, cooing into my ear, "You're being s-silly again, Renard. I haven't felt this good in moons. Mmm...definitely a stud."

A blush tinges my cheeks pink from her sweet words, rubbing her muzzle against me and nickering as I pull my hips back, holding her tighter before I thrust into her again, hilting in one smooth motion. Lyra cries out in pleasure as my hips meet hers, her legs trembling and trying to spread wider as I slowly build up a rhythm.

"If you say so, Lyra," I groan, my voice muffled by her soft neck fluff. My legs follow her example, shaking softly as I try to get used to Lyra's depths, letting her touch me as she pleases. A hoof snakes down to my ass, and I gasp as I feel her return the earlier attentions, squeezing and kneading me as I fuck her sopping hole, "Ohh, I d-didn't expect that. Are you sure you're not pampering me?"

Giggling breathily, Lyra nods her head and sighs happily, closing her eyes and humming as I continue my movements, "You're s-still the one doing me a favor, Renard. I needed this so badly," she practically whispers into my ear, nibbling it again, "Trust me, you're doing great. Mmm!"

My harder thrust into the tight, minty mare coaxes a loud moan from her, her arms squeezing my head to her neck and almost cutting off my air supply. Letting my eyes drift shut, I decide to simply focus on lavishing her flank and sides with affectionate rubs and squeezes, giving her a partial massage while rutting her.

Our bodies rub and grind against each other, her panting and moaning growing louder and louder as I bring her closer to her climax over time, whimpers of pleasure from my clingy partner bringing me closer as well. Licking and nibbling on Lyra's soft and warm neck, I hug her firmly and tenderly stroke her side with a happy smile, finding her irresistible.

It feels like hours go by before I feel a tensing in my groin, signaling my approach and giving me pause for a moment. Could I get a pony pregnant? I should ask if she even wants me to finish inside of her, shouldn't I?

"Lyra, d-do you want me to cum i-inside, or out?" I pant, slightly dizzy from the decreased oxygen to my lungs and from her pleasant scent, reminding me of grass and berries in a surprisingly nice combination. Lyra's legs wrap around my waist in response, earning a soft yelp as I pause for only a moment, resuming my thrusting with shorter, more powerful movements, "Inside, i-is it?"

She nods her head, wordlessly pleading for me to fill her needy canal and bring her over the edge, causing a bright smile to form on my face. I nibble on her neck for a few more minutes as I fuck this little pony silly, her head lolling back and her grip on me tightening. Her hips buck up with each thrust forwards, our bodies moving together in a blur and bringing each other to new heights of pleasure.

"Ohhh, L-Lyra," I coo, a tremor shooting through my body as I feel my cock throb inside of her, leaking several thick globs of pre into her, "I'm g-gonna cum, Lyra. I want t-to finish inside you too."

Lyra says nothing coherent in response, too busy groaning and holding me tightly to herself as she climaxes a moment later, her tight, wet walls practically rippling along my length. The added sensation draws a strangled gasp from my throat, the distinct feeling of her juices wetting my crotch quickly growing apparent, and the combined sensations prove to be too much for me. 

I cum inside of her with the loudest, longest moan I have ever made in my life, not having felt this good with any human woman from my past, depositing each shot of my baby batter with a powerful throb and a groan. My eyes squeeze shut, humping against the shaking and twitching mare below me until I feel my orgasm taper off, Lyra's whimper of delight bringing a sense of pride for a job well done so far.

"Mmm... You a-alright, Lyra?" I ask the panting pony, stroking her sides and giving her flank a soft squeeze, a soft gasp of pleasure earned in response. 

Nodding her head, she groans as she tries to sit up and on the bed, her hind legs releasing my waist and allowing me to assist her in her efforts. I slide out of her with a shudder, humming happily and stroking the back of her head as she leans against my chest and rubs her cheek against me, "I'm good, y-yeah. I love those hands. Can I just...take you home with me?"

Chuckling, I shake my head and plant a soft kiss on the end of her muzzle, which scrunches up in response. She blinks a couple of times before giggling, and I continue to stroke her, my hands sliding down to her back with each downwards motion now, "Sorry, Lyra. I still have to work the rest of the day. Maybe another time."

Lyra gives a playful pout and crosses her forehooves against her chest, looking away with mock indignation for a moment before giggling in amusement, her soft mane bouncing a bit, "Alright, alright. I guess I can't just keep you all to myself, can I?"

"Unfortunately not," I reply, only half-joking. I would love to go home with her and go all day, or at least until I collapse from dehydration, "We still have plenty of time. Would you like to go another round?"

Blushing softly, she looks up at me with surprise before glancing down at my groin, eyes wide as she realizes that I'm hard and ready to go again. This mare's voice definitely gets me going, and the idea of making full use of her scheduled time only makes me throb more against her stomach, the ten-inch length still slick with our fluids.

"Y-you're still hard?" she asks, gently prodding it with a hoof and confirming her suspicions, a visible shudder of excitement shaking her body for a moment as she gathers her thoughts, "I- ...y-yes, please."

"Good. Remember, we can stop to get something to drink from upstairs at any time, and you still have over an hour left. You booked for two hours, right?" I ask as I give the tip of her horn a lick, Lyra squeaking adorably and looking up at me.

'Y-yeah," she mumbles, her tail flicking eagerly behind her in anticipation of starting again, a small puddle of our mixed juices pooling atop the table's surface below her, "I did. I s-should have booked the whole day, huh?"

"You certainly can next time, Lyra. I would welcome that."
> Chapter 3 - Second Client: Fleur De Lis
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sighing and slumping into the chair behind my desk, I groan and shift my shoulder to try and release some of the tension in it. I was exhausted after my session with Lyra and then I had to cater to another dozen mares for the rest of the day.

"That was a lot harder than I expected. Who knew mares could be so demanding?" I ask no one in particular. Leaning back into my chair and then letting my head fall back, my eyes stare up at the plaster-white ceiling as I continue, thumbing the empty glass in my hand, "That's a dumb question, isn't it? At least all of them seemed to have fun. Even the mare that spilled her drink on herself."

Chuckling softly as I recall the moment that occurred only a few hours ago, I relax a bit further into my seat and pour myself a glass of Applejack Daniels, a whisky that some farmers in a place called "Ponytown" or something made. It's pretty good stuff, and it's one of the cheapest things on our menu too, so I won't break the business' bank account by drinking some of it.

"Guess Luna was right about this. Not a bad start...and those drink mixing shows seemed to get a few of the clients going," I mutter, smiling at the memory of the earlier client apologizing for spilling the drink I made her. She was nice if a bit clingy. It took an extra fifteen minutes for Nimbus to pry her off of me when it was time for her to go, "That was just the first day, though. I just hope no one thinks I'm screwing their girl and comes here to pick a fight."

"That will not be a concern, Renard," I hear from behind me, then quickly go to turn the office chair around, quickly enough that I practically drop the drink onto my lap. Luna's amused face graces my vision a moment later as I spot her laying atop the office bed, her side resting against the sheets, "Our apologies friend, we did not intend to startle you. Have you had a good first day at work? And…why are you talking to yourself?"

"Jesus fuck, Luna! How long have you been there?" I ask with a shaky voice, taking a deep inhale and trying to steady my breathing, more than a little spooked by her silent entry, "And why didn't you just use the front door instead of scaring me half to death? I almost ruined the new carpet."

"You still have not told us who this 'Jesus' fellow is," she states with a chuckle, standing from her resting place and stepping around my desk to face me. The scent of blueberries and another smell I can't quite place reaches my nose as she moves, her starry mane drawing my gaze, "We felt that you should be ready to adapt to any...surprises, shall we say? Is it wrong to check in on our friend, and our investment?"

"No... Dang it, no," I calmly admit, sighing and placing my glass down onto the desk before giving her a sheepish smile. Feeling a little bit guilty now, I add, "I appreciate the visit, Luna. Today was a good day, and I'm thinking I may have just been looking at things with my Human perspective at first."

"What do you mean? Are there no comfort therapists back on your world?" Luna inquires with a flick of an ear, tilting her head and planting her rear onto the carpet, the chairs provided being too small to fit the moon princess.

Shaking my head, I shrug and take another sip of my whisky, delighting in the burning feeling as it travels down my throat, "Nope. We do have therapists, but nothing like this. The closest thing is a prostitute, someone who-"

"Sleeps with others for coin. Yes, we know of the practice. It is also a practice that has dwindled here over time," the moon princess interrupts, a tone of sarcasm entering her voice, "We are not that sheltered, friend. The profession existed before Sister was even born."

"Ha! Well, that's a parallel between our worlds," I comment, slugging my drink back and shuddering from the strong sensation of the liquor sliding down into my gullet, "Ahh... Joking aside, it's nice to see you again. A ruder part of my brain wondered if you wanted me to take this job so I would be out of your hair. Er, mane. Either way." 

"No, we quite enjoy your company," she casually mentions, her eyes lidding slightly and her head leaning closer to me, "We would never sponsor you as we have if we did not wish to help, and if we did not have faith in your abilities. Perhaps a bar from entering the palace, but not sponsoring."

Chuckling and sighing in relief, I stand from my seat with my empty glass in hand, intent on putting it into the sink so that I can clean it after Luna leaves, "You're good company too, Luna. Even if you don't get all my jokes, you're still open to hearing about me and stuff from my world. I don't know if anywhere back home would have given the reception you and Princess Celestia did, were our situations reversed."

"Why would we ever do less? You are a sapient being, and have proven to be friendly to ponies," Luna responds, raising a brow in confusion and standing as well, my soft yawn giving her pause before continuing, "There may have been a few slight hiccups at first, but you have settled in just fine. By the way, Renard..."

"Yeah, Luna? What's up?" I ask, heading towards my office door and glancing back at Luna as she follows behind me, her eyes lidding at me as her hips begin to sway more. Gulping, I blush and finish escorting her to the lobby, only a scant few feet from the entrance to my office, before continuing, "Y-you alright? You're looking a little wobbly there."

"We are just fine, dear friend. We were simply hoping to invite you to the castle for dinner this weekend," she all but purrs, making a shiver of arousal run down my spine as I walk, "It will be a simple get-together, just the two of us. Sister will be busy assisting Princess Twilight with the tax reformation she seeks to implement."

Just me and Luna, all alone? It can't just be my imagination, right? Luna seems to want some private time with me, and her teasing hasn't helped me figure out if she intends this to truly be a  casual event, or if she may have motives beyond a simple meal.

"S-sure, I'd love to. Should I dress up in something nice?" I ask with a soft, awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of my head and risking a glance back at the Equestrian princess. Her eyes are lidded and locked onto mine, earning a soft gulp of nervousness from me in response, "I m-mean, it is a visit to the palace. I wouldn't want to risk another fight breaking out, right?"

"A fight?" Luna inquires with a noticeable change in her tone, her body posture changing ever so slightly. Gone is the smile and the gentle look in her eyes, her expression showing displeasure and annoyance in equal measures, "Somepony accosted you over your apparel? Renard, why were we not told before today? That pony has committed a crime against you!"

"Well..."

"Do not avoid the question, Renard. We know you avoid confrontation, but you should not let others treat you poorly," she insists, stamping a hoof onto the wooden floor with a loud thud, a stern gaze meeting mine, "Tell us their name, please. No excuses."

"Luna, I...I didn't mean to get someone arrested tonight," I mutter, sighing deeply and shaking my head in disbelief, leaning against the wall next to the front door and facing my benefactor directly, "I don't know his name, but he's a...a yellow-coated unicorn stallion. He was bragging about seeing Celestia for a proposal, I think involving some kind of textile factory."

"That should be sufficient to discover their identity," Luna says with a satisfied smirk, clearly pleased to have pried the answers that she did from me, "We do this to protect everyone in Canterlot from that silliness, so do not worry. To strike another over clothing..."

Sighing and rubbing the bridge of my nose with a pair of fingers, I nod my head before returning my gaze to Luna, barely holding back a yawn, "Yeah, well...I'll be sure to tell the guards that he snatched your moon pie last night if I see him again. Even if he didn't."

Luna chuckles and steps closer to the entrance of my new business, opening the door with her blue-raspberry magic and taking a step out of the frame, her eyes lingering on me, "Quite. We must bid you farewell for tonight, dear friend. Try not to offend the client you have a session with tomorrow, either. She is known for being a bit...demanding."

"Oh... Oh, fun."





"I swear to horse Jesus, where the fuck did I put that stack of papers?" I grumble to myself as I search my office for a few bits of paperwork that I need to fill out, mostly just inventory forms and the like, currently looking under my desk, "I know I saw it after Luna went home last night, so where-?"

"Sir?" 

"Gah!" I shout in surprise, jumping a foot into the air and grunting as I smack the back of my head against the hard wooden surface of my desk, gritting my teeth in pain and climbing out from underneath it to find Nimbus waiting at the edge of my desk, "Y-yeah, Nimbus? Sorry, you surprised me."

"I'm alright, but are you okay? You hit your head pretty hard there," she comments with genuine concern, an emotion I seem to see a lot of from her. Her hoof beckons me towards her, and I step closer before crouching down and letting Nimbus examine my head with an appraising eye, "No blood...that's always a good thing, sir. Unless you feel dizzy, then you should be fine."

"Nah, no dizziness," I answer honestly, wincing as her hoof brushes against the tender impact site, "Just a bit of a headache, is all. We have some painkillers, right?"

"Yeah, we do. I'll go get them for you, sir," Nimbus says with a soft smile, patting me on the shoulder and heading out of the office, towards the back and out of my sight.

"...she's just that nice, huh?" I quietly ask myself amidst the silence, sighing and taking a seat in my chair to take a short break from searching, my mind replaying my most recent encounters with Luna over and over to try and make sense of her, "Not like Luna is, but...it's still a kindness. I'll have to ask the poor mare to print off those inventory sheets again if I can't find them soon, speaking of which. Then I guess I'd have to manually adjust them afterward."

"Hello?" I hear from the lobby, my head swiveling to try and more clearly hear the voice, unsure of it it was just my imagination or not, "Is anypony here? I have an appointment!"

"Coming, Miss!" I call out, standing from my seat and patting down my hair before I hurry towards the entrance. My eyes widen as I spot my client, her long, slender legs the first thing that I notice about her, along with her pure white coat of fur. Her pink mane flows down her neck and hangs past her barrel, streaked with a ribbon of white, giving her a luxurious appearance. 

A soft frown on her muzzle, the mare slides her purple-framed sunglasses off of her face and tucks them into the blue turtleneck sweater adorning her body, looking me over with scrutiny, "I take it you are the 'shining stallion' in question? Your punctuality leaves much to be desired, truth be told," she says, trotting closer to me and staring up at me in a way that could almost be taken as looking down, "At least you are well-kempt. Perhaps this will be an enjoyable experience after all."

Her leg lifts towards me, and I give her a somewhat strained smile as I take a knee in front of her before kissing the top of her hoof, earning a raised brow in response, "I am, Miss. My name is Renard, and I will be taking care of you for your time here. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Yes, I'm sure it is. Not that I need introducing in this city," she comments with a wave of her free hoof, though she seems to notice my hesitance, disbelief lacing her voice as she continues, "You...do know who I am, yes?"

"I would remember meeting a mare as beautiful as you, Miss. Regretfully, I do not know your name," I say with sincerity and an apologetic smile, assuming that she is probably a local celebrity, "Might you do me the honor of telling me?"

"Hm...I suppose so, else you may find something silly to call me. Very well," she relents, sighing as she tilts her head and gives me a show-winning smile, batting her eyelashes and causing a small blush to grow across my cheeks while she flaunts her purple eyeshadow, "I am Fleur De Lis. Model, actress, and socialite. A pleasure to meet you as well, Monsieur Renard."

"The pleasure is all mine," I respond, folding an arm over my stomach and bowing softly to her before I release her hoof. I stand and smile down at her, now noticing the trio of fleur de Lis on her flanks, "Now what can I do for you today, Madam De Lis? Your word is my command."

"You speak Prench, Monsieur?" Fleur asks with surprise, a pleased smile growing across her muzzle as I desperately attempt to remember my high school French lessons, "That is surprising, given what I have read in the paper. I must say, it is impressive that you have learned both Equestrian and a foreign language in less than a year."

"Mm...thank you, Madam. I do not speak it fluently, but I am much more fluent in 'Equestrian,'" I reply, patiently waiting for her to tell me what she would like us to do together.

"Perhaps I could give you lessons sometime," she casually offers with a smile, lifting her front hooves and resting her muzzle atop my head as her hooves drape over my shoulders. Fleur's mane flutters into my face, and I blink in surprise as she begins to rub her cheeks and her long neck against me, giving a gulp once I realize that this mare is larger than I am, "We could learn a lot from each other, I imagine. Your cologne smells very nice, Monsieur Renard. Is it from a local supplier?"

"I believe so, yes. Princess Luna gave it to me as an opening day gift," I respond, only slightly intimidated by the suddenly overbearing Fleur pressing my back against a nearby wall with her weight, "I-I could ask her, the next time I speak with her."

"Please do. Mm...perhaps I was wrong about you," Fleur mutters, her breath felt against my hair, "Would you say you are good friends with Princess Luna, Monsieur?"

"Well...we're on a first-name basis, at least in private. She's been very nice to me since I first arrived in Equestria," I admit, hesitantly raising my hands and resting them on Fleur's sides, steadying her and getting a good feel of her soft fur, "So, maybe. I can't say if she considers me to be a friend, but she's a friend as far as I am concerned."

I gasp as she slides her head down and nibbles my earlobe, a huff of hot air blowing against me before she pulls back and lowers herself back to her hooves, a seductive look in her eyes, "Very well. I would like to relax with you upstairs. The list of services for this business that the Princess sent was...lengthy."

"Of course, Madam. Would you like me to carry you?" I offer, struggling to maintain my composure around the flirty model, her pink eyes rather alluring, "It would be a pleasure to do so."

"Mm... I shall pass, but the offer is appreciated," she answers, shaking her head and stepping past me, her hooves clopping softly against the wooden floor as she makes her way towards the back stairs, "I might get too used to being this pampered, after all. I can't maintain this figure if that happens, now can I?"

Her hips sway heavily as she steps through the hallway door, and I soon follow after her, her body language reminding me of Luna's recent actions. I decide that making some light conversation would be better than walking in silence, coughing softly to clear my throat.

"I have not seen your work yet, but I would be interested in hearing more about you personally," I state from behind her, Fleur's silence not inspiring any confidence in my ability to handle such a high-profile mare, "Of course, everything said here is strictly confidential. Client privacy is our second greatest concern, Madam."

"And the first, Monsieur?" Fleur abruptly asks, glancing back at me with lidded eyes as she takes her first step on the stairs heading up, "One would hope privacy would be the highest priority. Rumors are like poison to a career."

"Taking care of our clients and making sure they leave here fully satisfied," I tell her with a chuckle, my response earning a soft smile from Fleur. We soon reach the top of the stairs, and I step in front of her to open the door to the mini-theater built into the room, "The building is also quite secure, thankfully. The location makes it very easy to flag down a guard too if the need arises."

"Have you ever needed to call for them? The crime rate in Canterlot is not very high," she comments, flicking her tail as she enters the theater and giving me a glimpse under it, a seemingly common flirt with ponies.

"N-no. Not yet, but I see them every time I walk by this area," I reply, resisting the urge to run my fingers through her luxurious tail. Glancing at the snack and drink bar that was installed in the corner of the room before turning my attention to the massive bed set up for me and my clients, I wait to see what Fleur will gravitate towards, "Never been an issue, honestly. Would you like some snacks to enjoy while we watch something together, Madam?"

"Who said we were watching a movie, Renard? I would like to take you up on that offer of telling you more about myself," Fleur answers with a smirk, her horn lighting up in a light pink color as several of the snacks fly towards her on her way to the massive bed, covered in bright red bedsheets, "Perhaps we can tell each other a bit more about each other's home, yes?"

Nodding my head and giving another chuckle, I follow behind Fleur and take a seat on the bed next to her, her plush rear wrinkling the sheets beneath her as she gets comfortable, "Why not? I'm an open book, Madam. Ask whatever you would like to."

"Then first," she starts, opening a snack bag labeled "Trixie-O's" and levitating a few into her mouth, chewing and swallowing them in silence for a moment before continuing, "Why do you assume I am a 'Madam?' That term is for unmarried mares, you know."

"You're...married. Ah. I see," I awkwardly manage to get out, raising a brow in curiosity at her and feeling only slightly uncomfortable about being with such a flirty, married mare, "Your husband knows you're here, then?"

"My husband has been absent as of late. His fashion company has grown too large to manage by himself, and the silly stallion refuses to hire any more help," Fleur says, munching on another mouthful of her snacks and brushing the crumbs away with her magic, "It's been keeping us apart for many days in a row, Monsieur. A mare gets lonely when they are left alone for so long."

"Understandable, but...you did not answer the question, Madame," I point out, tilting my head in confusion, "It's not my business, but it feels like he should know about something like what you're here for. I mean no offense, but-"

"He is aware, yes. I told him that I wanted to go to this business, with him knowing what would be involved," Fleur interrupts, giving me a brief glare before sighing softly and leaning her side against me, her head laying atop mine, "Which is why I came. I am not one to go behind my partner's back, even if I am pining for attention, Monsieur."

"Of course. I did not mean to imply that you would betray his trust, I just wished to be sure. Knowing where you stand on such a subject helps me focus more closely on serving you," I say as I glance up at Fleur, only half lying. While I did suspect her of possibly cheating on her seemingly neglectful husband, I believe her when she says that he is aware of her activities and does not disapprove, "I would not treat you differently if he did not know this. I know that relationships can not often last forever, friends or family."

"...that's right. You lost your family. Didn't you, Renard? Would asking about them be rude?" Fleur inquires before placing her snack to the side and standing up, trotting only a scant few inches and sitting down behind me to splay her rear legs to either side of me, the blue turtleneck sweater seen sailing off into the corner of the room. Her mane drapes over my shoulders along with her forearms as Fleur pulls me back against her, another blush growing on my face as she begins to feel up my chest with her hooves, "We can always switch to another subject if this is too painful. I don't want to bring up bad memories."

Shaking my head, I lean back into her embrace and sigh softly, a shiver of arousal shooting up my spine from her hooves sinking a bit lower on my torso as her chin rests atop my head, "N-no, I'm fine talking about it. My mother is a seamstress, and my father serves in the military, our country's version of the guard. Or, he did, the last I saw of him."

"They sound like good humans," Fleur mutters, giving me a soft squeeze before laying back and taking me with her, my legs soon dangling off of the bed and between her long back legs. Her actions soon grow more affectionate, nibbling my ear again and sliding a hoof under my shirt to feel my body, "Apologies, Monsieur. I am finding it hard to control myself at the moment."

"No worries, Madame. If...you w-want to move on to something besides talking, we can," I offer, unable to hide the growing tent in my pants from Fleur's sight, and gasping as she nips my collarbone, "M-Madame? Are you alright?"

"Oh, I am perfectly fine," she coos, sliding her hoof further up my torso and taking my shirt with it, the aggressively forward mare soon leaving me topless. Pulling me back against her, I gasp in surprise from her silky fur rubbing against my bare skin, the sensation sending shivers down my spine as she deposits my shirt to the side, "Do not worry about me, Renard. Just tell me if you want to stop."

"I'm...I'm okay too, Madame. You can do as you like," I reply with a soft, comfortable sigh, finding the experience of feeling her body against mine to be pleasant, "May I touch you too, Fleur?"

"Of course," Fleur says before giving a chuckle, her eyes narrowing in mirth and her muzzle nearing my lips, a hint of nervousness creeping in from her almost possessive tone. I feel her arms hold me tightly to her, making me squirm a bit from discomfort as she closes the distance, her lips barely an inch from my own, "You can touch me wherever you like. I'm so sorry for bringing up something sad, Renard."

"I-it's okay, Fl-mmph?"

Her lips press to mine, taking the words from my mouth as she slips her tongue inside of it and begins to explore, my eyes widening as a feminine, muffled moan echoes lightly through the air and brings more blood rushing to my cheeks. Resisting the urge to push Fleur's muzzle away from my face, I instead cup her cheek with a hand and hold a fetlock with the other, blushing wildly and fidgeting as this mare has her way with me.

Fleur deepens the kiss and grasps my pants with her magical aura, pulling them down my legs and flinging them to the side along with my undergarments. I feel her gaze burning against me, and I hear an adoring coo a moment later, the two of us panting heavily as Fleur lifts her muzzle away, retrieving her tongue a moment later, "W-wow. That was very nice, Monsieur. How about you lay back and allow me to show you exactly what I wish to do with you."

Realizing that she did not state that as a question, I nod my head and lay down as she scoots back on the bed, the back of my head brushing against her crotch-boobs as I do. Fleur presses her hooves to either side of me, and the smell of something that resembles a sweet perfume reaches my nose as she lifts her dripping slit from the bed and suspends it above my head. I gulp, hesitation growing for only a moment before Fleur gently drops her hips and sandwiches my face between her flanks. 

"There you go, my sweet Renard. Give me some attention back there, and I'll return the favor," she promises with something resembling a purr, grinding her puffy puss against my lips and my nose as she leans her head between my legs to run her tongue from my base to my tip. A pleased hum escapes her as I give a tentative lick, pleasantly surprised with the taste of her juices and spreading my legs wider for her, "Good stallion. Keep that up, and I'll give you an extra special treat later."

Barely able to breathe, I give a thumbs up in response to the seductive mare sitting on my face, though she either does not notice or does not care, practically humping my tongue and giving me another long lick. Fleur pops the tip of my cock into her mouth and purrs again, suddenly bobbing her head until her nose presses to my balls, my moan causing her to twitch above me for a moment.

Her maw soon slides right back up until just the tip remains, licking at me intently for a moment before sliding right back down, swallowing firmly around me and making my toes curl. Patting my thigh with a hoof, Fleur gives an encouraging hum as she works my shaft, my hesitance melting away under the warmth of her body and the sheer wonder that is her throat.

"M-mmph!" I cry into her, pushing my tongue as deep as I can and grasping her flanks atop her cutie marks, resisting the urge to buck against her. My senses becoming overwhelmed, I let myself fall into the pleasure that Fleur is giving me, blinking in confusion a few moments later as her hips lift off of my face, "D-did I do something wrong, Madame?"

She lifts her head from my lap and lets my throbbing length free from her maw, a lidded eye gazing into mine as her head turns towards me. Fleur's smile dissuades me from the notion of wrong-doing once I notice it, and I sigh in relief, letting my head fall back onto the bed.

"Not at all, Renard. I just want to move onto the next stage," Fleur states with confidence and desire, slight disappointment running through me from not getting to finish in her mouth. Spotting my brief moment of weakness, she gives a cat-like grin before kissing my tip and winking back at me, "Do not look so sad, Monsieur. You will not be disappointed, I promise."

"I believe you. I'm alright, Madame," I reassure her, earning a chuckle from the model as she turns herself around with a few steps, somehow managing not to step on me or anything important in the process. Gasping as her magic surrounds my length and seems to gently stroke it as she aims it between her hind legs, I find myself barely able to handle the warmth from her body radiating onto my crotch, "I hope you're enjoying yourself. You're driving me wild, I gotta say."

"Then I'm accomplishing what I set out to do," she quips, rubbing the head of my cock against her soaked slit for a moment before starting to lower herself onto me with a groan of pleasure. Fleur's forehooves rest on my chest as she pushes more and more of my length into her, her hips meeting mine with a loud, singular clap, "Mmmm...that's very nice. Not too big, not too small. Just right."

"Thank y-you, Madame," I barely manage to groan out, throbbing inside of her and feeling more sensitive due to her earlier blue balling, pressing firmly into her and panting already, "I'm glad that you're p-pleased. Oh fuck, t-that's so tight."

Fleur gives another grin before leaning her muzzle in close and locking lips with me once again, my hands traveling to her sides to brace her and feel her soft fur against my fingers. I press into the kiss with a happy hum, my eagerness seeming to please the supermodel currently sheathing my dick inside of her, and she moans out as her hips start lifting back up.

Building up her own pace, Fleur rides me with gusto and vigor, practically smothering me with her upper body as she all but drops herself atop me, once again blessing me with her warm depths. The feelings growing inside of me ignite a burning desire to ravage this mare, increasing my grip on her and keeping her where she is as I start to contribute more to this session, thrusting into her each time she drops her hips.

My increased activity is noticed by Fleur, who purrs once again as she picks up her pace, liking the fact that I'm getting a bit rougher with her, her tongue pressing against my lips again in a silent request to enter. I nibble on her tongue for a moment before giving it a lick with my own, a startled gasp sounding from Fleur in response to my sudden action.

I groan in bliss as her walls seem to milk my length, her experience on display and bringing me to new heights of pleasure, my eyes rolling back for a moment before I wrap my arms around her in an impromptu embrace. Stiffening in surprise, Fleur yelps as I roll onto my side and then onto her, the startled mare blinking up at me and breaking the kiss.

"M-Monsieur?" she almost nervously asks, smiling eagerly up at me and wiggling her hips as I rest against her for the moment, "Are you going to lay on me, or are you going to take me? Because if you do not start moving, I will."

Nodding my head, I ease my hips back and practically slam into her, drawing a long, low moan from the mare beneath me, my fingers digging into her sides. I begin to fuck her in earnest, the mare's earlier dominant attitude slipping away as she enjoys the results of her words, realization that she wants me to be rough with her hitting me like a freight train, "Oh, I'll take you. Over and over again, my little flower. You're all mine until you run out of time for today." 

Fleur's smile grows wider, and she lets her hind legs spread wide for me, allowing me to speed up more while both of us grow closer to climax from the intense sensations along with our earlier foreplay. My eyes flutter closed, allowing me to more easily feel every inch of her slick canal without distraction, using a hand to stroke her long neck as she lets me fuck her wildly. 

"G-good. I was growing frustrated with being subtle about my desires, Renard," she comments before moaning out again, one of her legs kicking in the air while her walls grow tighter, signaling her approaching climax, "Don't you d-dare stop! Sacre bleu, I am so close!"

Rather than giving an answer, I pick up speed and power, shortening my thrusts and making us both cry in pleasure as I take her without restraint, the soreness in my hips already forming and promising a long, painful day afterward. Only a scant few moments of unrestrained pleasure later, I hilt inside of Fleur one last time and groan into her neck after pressing my face to it, cumming inside of her and humping against her. 

"F-Fleur!" I moan as I continue to shift and move my hips, barely registering the fact that the mare beneath me is shaking in the throes of her own orgasm, her voice cracking as it rises in pitch and her forehooves practically crushing me against her barrel. Blinking blearily up at her, I feel myself grow feverish from the amount of blood rushing to my head, the sight of her closed eyes and her pleasured expression giving me a sense of pride in myself.

Once the afterglow wears off and I regain control of my higher brain functions, I blink blearily and smile almost dopily up at Fleur, who is now little more than a panting, quivering mess in my arms. Reaching a shaking hand towards her muzzle, I stroke her cheek and delight in the soft coo that escapes her in return, the pink of her irises soon visible again as she gazes down at me.

"Well, Monsieur...that was quite the lovely experience," Fleur comments with something close to playful dismissiveness before giving the palm of my hand a soft lick, her lashes batting at me In a way that makes my heart flutter a tad from her sheer beauty, "Perhaps you would like to continue after a drink? We still have time, non?"

"What kind of drink?" I tease, giving her a peck on the lips before bracing myself against the bed with my hands and pushing myself up enough to give Fleur the room she needs to move, "Because right now, I'm only thirsty for you."

"Non, Monsieur. I meant water," Fleur says as she tilts her head in confusion, amusement dancing across her features and giving a soft laugh, "What does that mean? 'Thirsty for you.' It sounds ridiculous."

Blushing softly in embarrassment, I try to maintain an indifferent expression as I pull out of her, moaning softly while her walls seem to kiss my tip as it comes out with a soft pop. Unable to maintain the expression while Fleur leans closer with a curious, expectant smile, I begin to softly chuckle for a moment before I burst out into laughter, further confusing the mare before me, "S-sorry, just...an old joke from my world. Some use it as a pick-up line, but I always thought it was a bit cheesy."

"Nothing to apologize for, Renard. Now...let's go get that water, and then we can continue to make the most of our time together."
> Chapter 4 - Third Client: Gallus
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"Geez," I grumble, leaning back in my office chair and arching my back in my seat, groaning in satisfaction as I hear a series of cracks and pops, "Today was brutal. Fleur really wanted to go for most of her session."

Opening the increasingly familiar bottle of Applejack Daniels sitting atop my desk, I pour two glasses full and cap the bottle before taking a deep drink from one of the crystal containers, "Ahh... It was worth it though. She said that she would recommend me to her friends...and I bet that she has quite a few of those."

"Talking to yourself again, Renard?" I hear from behind me, a chuckle escaping me as I calmly turn my chair to face Luna, having expected her this time. A pleasant smile adorns Luna's muzzle, her hair sparkling softly in the light of my office as she lays on top of the bed again, seeming to like that spot in particular, "We see that you did not spook this time. That is good, my friend."

"You can't get me twice, Luna. I figured you might show up again tonight," I comment, giving a chuckle of my own and holding the full glass towards her as I grin, internally proud of myself for remaining calm despite the surprise, "Want some? I figured I should prepare something for you to enjoy as well, as a proper host would."

"Ah, you are learning," Luna teasingly replies, giggling and accepting the offered glass with her magic to take a drink of it. Sighing in relaxation after she swallows down the liquid courage, she levitates the glass a small distance from her before smirking at me, "Why did you assume that we would be here tonight as well? Are you expecting the Princess of the Night to have unlimited free time for you?"

I shake my head and down the rest of my whisky, shuddering from the sharp burning and wondering if I drank too much at once, "Urgh... N-no, I don't. You've simply been here every night so far, so it was a safe guess to assume you would be here again. It's nice to see you again, Luna."

"You as well, friend. We are excited to meet with you again this weekend," she states with slowly lidding eyes, moving the glass back towards her muzzle and drinking again. I can see each motion of Luna's throat as she tilts her head upward, a soft blush growing on my cheeks from the mildly suggestive display as I return my glass to the small sink in the room.

"As am I. If you would like, we could head into the city beforehand and do some shopping," I offer, raising a brow as Luna pats the spot beside her with a hoof. Despite intending to return to my seat, I find my legs carrying me towards the moon princess before I sit beside her, my legs dangling from the edge while my feet rest against the floor.

Luna surprises me by laying her head on my lap, my eyes widening as she adjusts herself to grow more comfortable. The remainder of her drink levitates off to the side, and she curls her forehooves to her chest before she smiles up at me, her eyes gazing into mine and immediately drawing me in, "If you like. You have the weekends off, so there is time before our dinner date. It is not a problem if we rest our head here, correct?"

"N-not at all, Luna," I stutter out, the blood flow to my cheeks increasing and a soft yelp escaping me as she encompasses my hand in her magic, bringing it to rest on her neck. Realizing what she wants me to do, I begin to stroke Luna's neck with gentle movements, the pleasing hum she gives practically music to my ears, "I already closed up for the night, so I don't have anything else I need to get to. I'm in no rush."

"Good," she coos, her tail flicking softly behind her in my peripheral and bringing images of what is hiding beneath it to mind. A shudder of what seems to be pleasure shoots up her body, her smile growing brighter as I continue to show my affection for her, "We wish to stay by your side for a while longer tonight, Renard. We find your company to be calming."

"Calming, am I? Well, it does make me happy to hear that. I find you to be a fun individual to talk with, and...it's hard to keep any kind of guard up with you around," I admit with a soft chuckle, enjoying the feeling of her slightly chilly mane against my fingers and finding the phenomena to be fascinating, "I'm glad that we're friends, Luna."

"As are we. We look forward to seeing what we can find together in a short few days," Luna says with a hum, leaning into my touch and promising the need for a cold shower once she leaves for the night later.





"Good morning, sir!" Nimbus greets me with a salute and a smile as I step into The Shining Stallion's lobby with a bag of drinks and snacks in hand for the customers, the pegasus seated behind her desk and seems to be sorting through some paperwork, her wings fluttering softly in excitement, "Did you rest well last night?"

"Are you the one letting Luna into my office, Nimbus? Or is she just teleporting in?" I ask the cheerful mare nearby as I place the bags down, yawning and internally regretting staying up so late, unable to sleep due to thoughts of Luna running through my head the entire time and culminating in a wet dream about her and I getting it on, "Good morning either way, though. Sorry about that, I did not sleep well.

"Er...apologies, sir. Perhaps some of the vitality potions in the back will help," she suggests with an apologetic smile, rubbing the back of her head with a hoof as she glances away from me, "As for the Princess...I, erm...noticed her, but I haven't said anything out of concern for my job, truthfully."

"Why would I fire you over warning me about Luna being here?" I inquire with a raised brow, halting in place and turning to face her for the moment, "That seems kind of silly to me, Nimbus. You're not going to get fired over something like that. I doubt you could do anything that would make me want to fire you. You're too nice for that."

Nimbus' ears perk up, flicking softly as a soft red tinge grows on her cheeks, averting her gaze and shuffling her hooves against the floor, "I-if you say so. Well if I'm doing my job right, then I'm happy. Thank you for the reassurance, sir."

"Huh? It's not an issue, so don't worry," I say, waving a hand dismissively and heading towards the back, "I'm going to get some coffee so that I can be a bit more awake for today's clients. Please apologize on my behalf if she gets here before I get back."

"Alright. Sir, your session client for today is a 'he,' by the way," Nimbus declares, causing me to freeze in my tracks and sigh deeply, rubbing the bridge of my nose out of her sight, "Sir? Did you hear me?"

"Yeah! Yeah, I heard you! Thanks, Nimbus!" I call back to her, groaning softly as I enter the storage room and begin my search for a bottle of Applejack Daniels and a vitality potion. Grinning to myself as I spot the red bottles that contain the useful potions I need, I take one off of the shelf and pop the cork before downing it and setting the empty bottle aside, "Tastes like cherry. Nice. Now for the coffee...and I think I left that bottle of whisky on my desk."

Making my way out of storage, I head upstairs and quickly prepare a large cup of coffee before carrying it down to my office and spiking it with more whisky than I probably should be drinking right now. I take a large gulp of the alcoholic beverage and sigh happily, feeling my nerves unwinding by the moment as the ethanol floods my system, "A guy. A fucking guy. Luna did not say anything about this last night. I didn't think I'd have to get fucked by a horse for this job."

Groaning softly, I decide to finish my coffee before thinking any harder about anything, soon left with an empty mug and a much more chipper self. Depositing the used container into the sink, I make one last stop to make sure that I am presentable, using the mirror located in the corner of the office, "Hair combed back? Check. Shirt is pressed, clean, and wrinkle-free? Check. Not looking like a walking corpse anymore? Double-check."

Giving an award-winning grin, at least by my standards, I make my way towards the front desk before glancing up at the clock, realizing that the client should have been here by now. At least ten minutes ago, in fact. Turning my attention to Nimbus, I realize that she is gazing expectantly up at me, clearly able to tell that I want to ask her something.

"Can I help you, sir?" she inquires with a slight tilt of her head, her innocent smile making one of my own grow again, internally pleased with her neat organizational skills and tidy desk.

"The client hasn't come in yet, right? I'm not late this time?" I question with growing hope, wishing not to experience another customer giving me flak for being tardy, "Or did he head in already?"

"Not yet. It's not a big issue, it's just less time for him," Nimbus comments offhandedly with a shrug, using her hoof to write a few more words on a document with a quill as she talks, "If it's who I think it is, he's going to be a good client regardless. The guards are good ponies, but a particular griffon has been climbing the ranks with his acts of heroism lately."

"Really? I've never seen a guard that wasn't a pony before, though. You're sure that isn't just a rumor?" I suggest, glancing towards the door a moment later as it opens from the outside, a large blue and cream feathered creature in golden armor entering. His eyes lock with mine, and something that can only be called a smile spreads across his beak, "Uh... Hello. You're today's client, I take it?"

"Yup. You look pretty different than what I was expecting," the catbird says with a chuckle, stepping closer with soft clacks as his claws tap against the wooden flooring, tail swaying almost playfully behind him. Lifting his helmet off of his head, he sets it on a small rack we keep for clothing or bags to be stashed away by clients during appointments, the short distance allowing me to notice the fur on his hind legs, similarly colored to his feathers.

"What were you expecting? Shorter? Taller? Uglier?" I tease with a soft laugh, closing the distance to assist in removing the rest of the royal guard's armor from his lithe body. Seeming surprised by my assistance for a moment, Gallus smiles at me and remains still, allowing me to remove each piece of his equipment with little issue. Once done with that task, I stand up and give a soft bow, the smile never leaving my face, "It's nice to meet you, Guard Griffon. My name is Renard, and I will be your comfort stallion for today. I don't have any prior experience with males, but I am...open to learning."

"At least you're willing to admit it. Some stallions that I've brought home have been complete beginners and didn't say anything about their lack of knowledge. A sprained tail hurts a lot more for a griffon than for a pony," Gallus assures me with a shrug, patting me on my side before standing on his hind legs and resting his claws against my chest, his smirk reminding me of a cat playing with its food, "I'd like to see what you can do, big guy. Never been with something like you before, and you look a lot better in the flesh. Call me Gallus, none of that stuffy crap while I'm off duty please."

"You, er...saw those newspapers too, I take it?" I inquire, gulping to myself and blushing softly from the proximity, Gallus' soft feathers brushing against my neck as he sidles closer, practically climbing onto me. With his eyes focused on nothing but my face, I return the increasingly sultry stare with a conflicted gaze, my hands sliding under his furry rear to keep him stable, "So you did expect me to be ugly. Well, I'm glad you approve." 

Freezing in place for a moment, Gallus tilts his head in confusion before giving a loud laugh a moment later, his eyes shining with mirth and remaining close enough to take up most of my vision. His tail sways faster, wiggling his rump against my hands and adjusting himself to remain attached to my torso, his legs wrapping around my body and locking together behind my back as he whispers into my ear, "You're alright, you know that? I like someone who can joke around with me. Do you take requests?"

"Y-yeah," I respond intelligently, mentally chastising myself for my lack of proper terms usage, and deciding to focus on the client rather than my nervousness, "I do, sir. What would you like for me to do?"

Practically purring, Gallus rubs his cheek against mine and holds on tighter, causing me to flinch a tad as I feel his talons softly digging into my skin through my clothing, "I want you to take me somewhere quiet where we can explore each other a bit more. Maybe I can get a peek under those clothes too?"

Nodding my head with an audible gulp, I adjust my grip on the affectionate avian and begin to carry him towards my office, intending to give this catbird exactly what he wants from me. A soft blush spreads through my cheeks as I feel him begin his exploration already, nudging his beak against my neck and trailing his sharp talons down my spine.

"Nice place you got here," Gallus comments with his beak near my ear, his breathing felt against my neck as he lowers his voice and gives my shoulder a soft squeeze, his actions reminding me of a frisky feline in heat, "You had a lot of customers so far? Looks almost too clean," he jokes, nibbling my earlobe and causing a twinge or pleasure to shoot up my spine.

"Yes, we have nearly had a full schedule since our doors opened only a short while ago," I answer honestly, finding myself petting his back with a hand as I step into my office and approach my work bed, the pristine red sheets practically begging to be laid atop of, "You're the first griffon to step inside so far, though. We have a lot of legends around you guys, so I didn't know what to expect."

"Oh yeah? What kind of legends?" he asks with a soft purr, resting himself against my torso as I turn and take a seat on the edge of the mattress, his arms wrapping around me in a hug, "Can we lay down together? I like to cuddle while I listen to tales of old, hehe."

Rolling my eyes with a chuckle, I nod my head and carefully lay the both of us onto the bed with a relaxed sigh, finding my apprehension fading by the moment. The way his tail slowly swishes in the air behind him as he rests his head against my chest, staring up at me with a cute, excited smile, eager to hear the stories I have to tell, making me feel disarmed and open with Gallus.

"Yeah, there's plenty of them. Some humans call them guardians and protectors," I state before lifting my hand and resting it atop Gallus' head, the guard leaning into my touch with another purr, bringing a smile to my face as I take in more of his surprisingly delicate features despite the notable muscle hidden under his fur, "Some think they guard treasures of lost secrets, and legends say a human named Alexander the Great tamed one and rode across his kingdom while riding on its back."

"That last part doesn't seem very nice to the griffon," my cuddle buddy says with a soft frown, though he remains rested against me, not an ounce of offense seen in his eyes as they remain locked onto mine, "Why tame them when you could just be their friend? And why call them an 'it?'"

"Because humans live in a place where you are a myth," I answer honestly, gently scratching the top of his head with my fingers and coaxing another smile out of Gallus, not wanting to see a frown on his face, "We're the only creatures that we can hold a conversation with, and no living human has ever seen a griffon before. This is technically the first time I can say that I've ever seen a real griffon because you share a passing resemblance to the ones of our legends, and they were said to be little more than animals."

"Oh yeah? I bet we're better then, right?" he inquires with clear hope in his features, wiggling his lower half and making me keenly aware of the male's body heat soaking into me, making me grow somewhat warm. To Gallus' disappointment, I don't immediately respond, humming in thought as my gaze traces each curve of his body, "Aw, come on. You can't tell me that some dumb beast is better than me."

"It depends on what you find appealing, but...I would say you're better company. Kinder, playful, and unlikely to just eat me alive if I look at you wrong. Cuter, too" I say, patting his head and yelping softly in surprise as he suddenly lunges forwards and presses his beak to my neck, nibbling and teasing me with a grin across his face, "W-what are you doing? Oh geez, s-sharp beak..."

"You know, apparently we used to eat ponies," he informs me with too much excitement for my comfort, his talons reaching for the hem of my suit and grasping it as he continues to nip at the sensitive flesh on my neck, "I wonder if human tastes any better. I bet I could just eat you right up."

Internally sighing in relief as I realize that he is just playing around again, I chuckle softly and give him a pat on the back, ruffling the feathers just above his wings, earning a soft moan from Gallus and making me pause in confusion as I glance down at the amorous griffon laying atop my chest, "Did you just...?"

"Mm, yeah. That area is pretty sensitive, you know," Gallus informs me with a purr, slowly tugging my suit jacket open and exposing the white undershirt beneath it, his breath felt clearly against my neck. I blush softly and hesitate for a moment before gently placing my hand back where I touched him before, stroking along his back and between his wings, delighting in the cute little coos and moans he gives in response, "Ohh y-yeah, that's the spot. They're nothing like griffon talons, but those feel pretty dang good."

Gulping as I realize that I'm really going to go through with this, I scold myself for forgetting why I took this job in the first place and decide to tease him a bit more, my other hand reaching for a wing and rubbing the base of it. He trills happily, arching his back into my touch and quickly swaying his tail behind him, his free wing flapping softly against me as he purrs loudly into my chest, "Better than talons, I hope? No sharp claws, no accidental cuts."

"Ohh y-yeah," he coos with a soft stutter, looking down at my chest before slowly unbuttoning my undershirt, bringing a rush of blood to my cheeks from the intimate action and staring at him in surprise as his tongue slips from his beak and licks the edges like one would lick their lips, soon pressing his feathery forehead to the bare portion of my chest, "Feels amazing, Renard. Can you rub a bit lower? And let's get these stuffy clothes off of you."

Nodding my head and taking a deep breath, I assist him in unbuttoning my shirt and soon find myself sitting up enough to slide both my jacket and undershirt off of my arms and my body, my somewhat toned chest now revealed in full to Gallus, who takes the moment to press himself closer to me. I jump a bit in surprise as I feel something pressing between our bellies, which throbs softly and feels different from his fur and feathers against my skin, my hesitation not going unnoticed.

"We could just...keep cuddling if you want. We don't have to do this," Gallus states with a calm and gentle tone, nuzzling into my neck and earning a soft gasp of pleasure from me as he gives me another nip, his wings spread wide behind him, "If you want to go further, then I'm ready for you to take me. You're a very nice human for letting me even go this far, Renard. Lots of ponies run before I even get them in my bed."

Flinching as I realize what Gallus is implying, I shake my head and hug him to me, pressing my face into his feathery neck and resuming my back rubbing, "No, I...I want to. I do. I'm just a bit nervous, and... Wait, you want me to...top you?" I question, my surprise mounting as the playful male nods his head against me, his body practically vibrating as he purrs happily, "Then...yeah, I think I can do that. You're nice too, Gallus."

"Nah, I'm just a horny griffon who wants to pretend he has a loving boyfriend for a while," he says, his arms giving me a soft squeeze and grinding his rear into my lap, earning a soft groan from me as I feel my dick give a throb of its own, the realization that I am not entirely straight hitting me like a freight train and bringing a surprising amount of excitement, "Sounds like I'm not the only one wanting a good fuck. Consider me tamed, and show me how humans do it."

Panting softly, I nod my head in acknowledgment and slide my hands down to his rear, keeping him stable as I stand from the bed and take him with me. I turn to face the bed and delight in the affectionate purrs and nuzzles that the "tamed" griffon is giving me, slowly leaning down and placing him back-first onto the red sheets, making sure to avoid crushing his wings underneath him.

My eyes wander over his chest, stomach, and finally, the prize waiting for me between his legs. His rear is plump and inviting, wiggling softly under me in an attempt to further entice me into rutting him hard, with a small pair of blue-furred testes and a knotted length above them. Unlike a canine's, Gallus' tip is rounded and nowhere near as bright a shade of red, reminding me less of an angry crimson and more of a pale pink tone, likely measuring at around six inches.

"Like what you see, sexy?" he teases, his cock throbbing enough to bob in the air for a moment before coming back down to rest against his firm stomach, drawing another nod of my head in response. I carefully spread his legs wider, giving me a better look and making Gallus blush softly as I examine his equipment with an approving smile, "Good. I do too, big guy. You can touch me wherever you like."

"That so?" I ask with a raised brow, slipping a hand down to grasp one of his ankles, gently rubbing the fur along his paw and his calves, finding the texture of his fur to be quite enjoyable, "Anywhere I want? You wouldn't mind if I did this?" I tease, smirking softly as he simply purrs in response, letting his forelegs rest to either side of his body and pushing his free leg towards my other hand, "You're a very cute little griffon, you know that? So fluffy and warm, I could just take you home with me."

"Is that a promise? Remember, I'm your tamed griffon. Should I call you Alexander, with that in mind?" Gallus jokes, chuckling as I give his leg a gentle squeeze, finding the fantasy of having a tamed griffon like the one below me appealing despite knowing I can't and wouldn't do that to another sapient creature, "Hurry up and get those pants off, I want to see what you're going to be using on me."

"What happened to you being tame?" I question with a quiet laugh, unzipping my pants and letting them fall to the floor, the bulge that was previously concealed now in plain sight to the aroused griffon. His eyes locked onto my crotch, I release his leg and give his belly a few firm rubs as I slip my underwear down as well, the cloth hitting the ground and leaving me bare in front of the carnivorous avian, "You don't usually order someone to do something if they're in charge of you. You're such a goofball, hehe."

"Just part of my charm, Renard. You know you like it," he says with idle thought as he licks his beak again, still staring at my groin and practically salivating at the sight of my cock, which brings another blush to my cheeks, none of the mares that came by having quite this reaction before, "You got any lube, or am I going to have to get creative here? I want that thing inside of me, and I want it now."

"Before we do that, I was curious about something. Have you ever heard of a blowjob?" I ask with a smile, resting a hand on his rear and giving a few teasing squeezes, intent on working up the large kitty on my bed to a fever pitch, "It's pretty popular among humans, and for a good reason. Usually it's done by the bottom, but..."

"Can't say I have. What kind of a name is 'blowjob,' anyways?" he responds with a questioning gaze, looking up and into my eyes with a tilt of his head, his hind legs remaining splayed open, "Sounds like some kind of party trick, honestly."

Grinning down at him, I lean over him and gaze deep into his eyes, Gallus' concern showing on his face as the tables are turned against him, "Well, my cute little griffon, a blowjob is sucking your partner's dick and taking it down your throat on occasion until they fill your stomach with cum. Wanna try?"

He halts in place and quirks a brow in confusion, then rolls his eyes and returns my smirk with one of his own, not phased in the slightest, waving his talons in dismissal and reassurance, "That all? Not a problem, handsome. I'll get that whole thing down there, no problem. Not a big deal at all," Gallus brags, making me pause as I debate on whether or not he is simply overconfident about his skills or not, "No, really! We have no gag reflexes, so I can probably suck the whole thing down in one go. Or are you asking to suck mine?"

"N-no, I meant..." I trail off, causing the blue-furred griffon below me to laugh in amusement as he sits up, forcing me to rise as well to avoid bumping heads with him. Adjusting his posture, Gallus lays down on his belly and looks straight down at my length, a twinge of nervousness rising in my chest as I watch his sharp beak part and approach my tip, "You s-sure you want to do this? I wouldn't mind if you decided not to."

Rolling his eyes, Gallus closes the remaining distance between his head and me before slipping my cock into his maw, eagerly and steadily lowering his head further down it. My legs shake softly for a moment as I feel his silky tongue press against the underside of my length, a hand reaching down to grasp his head, though I don't hinder him from continuing with his wonderful motions, soon sliding into his throat with an audible gulp from Gallus.

"Ohh f-fuck, that's tight," I groan as my grip on his head increases for a moment, relaxing my fingers and stroking him with a shaking hand, his throat bulging softly as his beak reaches my crotch only seconds later, fully hilted inside of Gallus' throat as I attempt to not let a load loose into him then and there, "You weren't kidding. You didn't e-even gag. Holy crap..."

Panting heavily and moaning in bliss, I give Gallus' head a gentle pat and then gasp as I feel his head moving back, my legs practically buckling as he shoves his face back into my groin, stars filling my vision. Noticing my situation, Gallus winks up at me and comes off of my cock with a pop, a string of drool connecting his tongue and my tip, "You should sit down and let me continue. This isn't bad, human. Turns out I like feeling some thick meat filling my throat."

"I don't want to f-fall on you, so let's do that," I state, panting more heavily and leaking some pre that Gallus licks up with a pleased hum, making a shudder of arousal shoot up my spine. Taking a seat beside Gallus, he scoots off of the bed and steps in front of me, parting my legs much as I did to him earlier, licking from my base to my tip before taking me back into his beak and down his throat, stars flashing across my vision from the sheer bliss he's giving me, "Ohhhh... G-Gallus, you are way too good at t-this."

Humming out a thank you in response, Gallus bats his eyes up at me and stuffs himself with my dick once again, the vibrations around it making me fall back against the bed and shake softly as my vision goes completely white. Thankful for the pause, I glance down at Gallus with a wide smile, a hand resting atop his head again and stroking his feathers once again. Noticing the obvious signs of pleasure on my face, he smirks around my cock before purring hard, the sensation like nothing else I have ever experienced before.

I go stiff and fall back onto the bed, giving a hard thrust into Gallus and groaning loudly to voice my pleasure, the amorous griffon quickly bobbing his head up and down my length. Minutes go by, though it feels like hours to me, my eyes blurry and unfocused from the sheer wonder that is a tight griffon throat, the blue catbird purring non-stop.

"F-fuck's sake. I'm already r-really close, Gallus," I warn him, summoning the strength needed to hoist myself up, grasping both sides of his head and making him go still, his purring halting for barely a second before resuming. Panting as I attempt to catch my breath, I begin to slowly slide his head up and down my slick, throbbing cock with a hum, Gallus' cheeks growing redder than ever as I begin to take charge, "You k-keep that up, and I'll be too tired for the rest of the session. So eager, aren't you?"

"Mhm," he replies with a muffled groan of affirmation, his tail lashing excitedly behind him as I start picking up the pace, his beak somehow not managing to cut me as I thrust in and out of him, bringing a smile to my face.

"Good. Then get ready for a ride," I warn, speeding up even further and using his mouth as a fuckhole, ruffling his feathers and earning a shudder of arousal for my efforts. Seeing that he appears to be enjoying himself, I lean over him and grasp one of his wings at the base, gently rubbing and massaging it with teasing squeezes, "My cute little griffon, blue from head to toes. You w-would be perfect as a mighty mount."

Gallus lets his other wing flap against the ground as his taloned claws reach towards my thighs, resting them against me and giving some squeezes of his own, not at all displeased with this turn of events. Not wanting to disappoint my newest client, I put on a burst of speed to bring myself closer to orgasm, intending to finish inside of him, Gallus' expression practically demanding as such.

"I'm s-so close. Gallus!" I cry out a short few moments later as my movements grow more sporadic, humping against the submissive predator before hilting as I cum hard, several shots of white baby batter slipping down his gullet while he swallows it down with eager gulps. My grip on his head weakens as I fall back and onto the bed, panting hard and throbbing heavily down Gallus' throat, the excited griffon trying to drain me of every drop with his constant swallowing, "T-that's enough, bud. G-gonna...pass o-out if you don't s-stop."

Purring again as he slowly pulls his head off of my dick, Gallus licks his beak again and gives one final swallow, the softly panting bird climbing up onto the bed and laying beside me. Chuckling softly, I wrap an arm around his midsection and hug him to me, any concern for decorum out of the window as I cuddle my smiling client, who soon returns the hug and nuzzles into my neck again.

"You know," he starts, giving me a gentle nip and whispering into my ear as he sidles up closer, a bright blue wing draping over my side and possessively holding me to him with surprising strength, "You're a lot of fun, Renard. How about we have more fun next time too?"

"Don't want to go further? You w-were practically begging me before that blowjob," I point out questioningly, giving him a soft squeeze regardless and ignoring the throbbing I feel against my stomach, unsure of why Gallus no longer wishes to continue, "Or did I do something wrong?"

"No, no. Nothing like that, don't worry. I just meant it when I said that I want to get to know you better. It will make the first time that much more special the next time I come visit," Gallus says with a soft growl of affection, nibbling my earlobe again and lounging against me with a casual smirk, "So, tell me a bit more about yourself."

Raising a brow, I snort in amusement from the odd request and change of subject, ignoring the soft blush growing on my cheeks as I watch Gallus act like a typical cat, rubbing and pawing at me with a big smile, "Like what? Not a lot has happened to me since I got here, you know. No grand adventures or evil plots foiled, nothing like that."

"Anything, really. Hobbies, likes, dislikes, whatever you want to talk about," he says with a reassuring pat on my back, climbing atop me and hugging me with both arms and wings alike, the griffon loafing atop me while using me as a body pillow, "Unless you want to maintain that mystery of being an alien from another world, I guess. We could just snuggle instead."

"Let's see... My hobby is taking walks in the park and feeding the ducks there. I like those cherries they put on ice cream sundaes, and I really don't like wasps," I answer in order, laughing softly at the frown Gallus gives me, his hand batting playfully against my shoulder, "Aw, come on. That's what you asked me for!"

"Not just those things, silly. I meant like...where did you come from? Any interest in joining the guard, either?" Gallus asks with a roll of his eyes, pausing briefly as he notices how fit I am, his talons tracing my muscles as he stares at my body, "Okay, joking aside. You should try out for the guard, you'd probably pass with flying colors if you have muscles like this."

"So you can stare at me in armor all day, officer? Watch me get all sweaty before changing?" I tease, wrapping my arms around him and giving him another squeeze, earning a quiet squawk of surprise from Gallus, "I'll consider it, though. Jokes aside, it wouldn't be terrible work."

"Y-yeah, exactly!" he says while averting his eyes, his surprise giving way to a comfortable relaxation as he feels me hug him to my chest, "Just gonna stare at you until you come by my office. I wish I had an office..."

"Speaking of, I used to work in an office," I tell him, letting my head lay against the bed as I prepare to start telling the first non-human about my past, Celestia and Luna aside, "I was a manager at a finance office, spent a lot of time stuck inside of those four walls, filing paperwork and itemizing our purchases along with just making sure no one killed each other. A pain in the ass, but it paid pretty well."

"Sounds like you miss it," Gallus comments with a soft wiggle, his fur rubbing against my bare skin and coaxing a shiver of pleasure to run up my spine, "I miss home too. I've been here for a few years already, and I haven't gotten to visit my friends or family back in Griffonstone since I signed up."

"Dang, that sounds rough. It is because you can't get any leave time?" I inquire with curiosity and sympathy, understanding the problems around finding days off from work, a hand slowly stroking his back in an attempt to comfort him.

Shaking his head, he gives a sigh and looks off into the corner of my office, a melancholic smile adorning his beak, "Nah, it's more about not having the money or the time for a trip that would be long enough to meet with everyone. That, and a lot of my friends live outside of Griffonstone anyways. We'd have to schedule a big meetup, but that won't be easy."

"Mm. Well, I imagine they would be able to find the time to come visit you at some point. Have they ever done that before?" I ask, continuing to stroke Gallus and now giving soft scratches to the top of his head, hoping to help cheer him up a bit, "And hey, you got a friend here now too. I bet some of the guards like you as well."

"True, but it's a bit different when you went to school with said friends. They visit every so often, but always one at a time and on official business. I'm glad you want to be friends with me, though," Gallus says with a soft chuckle, nudging his head into the crook of my neck and purring as I lavish him with touches and scratches, the catbird practically melting against my hands, "Dang, that feels really nice. Mind if I take a quick nap? We can have some fun when I wake up, just let me rest for a while."

Nodding my head and scooting the both of us back onto the bed, I lift the sheets out from underneath us and lay them on top of us, allowing our bodies to grow warmer underneath the soft fabric. Once comfortable, Gallus hugs himself to me and rests his head on my chest, his eyes slowly closing as he drifts off to sleep, looking exhausted after our bout of exploration.

"Rest well, friend. We can do whatever you want when you're awake," I say with a gentle tone, finding the sight of a sleepy Gallus to be completely adorable, "I'll be here the entire time. Sweet dreams, my tame little griffon."

"Goodnight, Renard..." he mutters, soon breathing deeply and evenly once he falls completely asleep, leaving me to watch him with a gentle gaze, intent on making sure that his rest goes undisturbed if only to keep that cute little smile on his beak.

"May Luna keep your dreams peaceful," I say softly, enjoying the moment with Gallus and deciding that I may as well join him, my eyes drifting shut as well as I begin to doze off too, consciousness slipping from me after only a short few moments, dreaming of a fluffy blue cat.