Tuesday had come around and Thomas now found himself in, of all places, Talon’s room.

“Oh hey there, um,” Thomas snapped his fingers in an attempt to remember her name. She was a Pegasus mare with dark blue fur and a long aqua mane with a red stripe. The fur on her muzzle had an odd peach coloring that made it look like she’d just dipped her face in paint. Her frame was similar to Rainbow Dash’s with a muscular body and smallish breasts, although she was definitely a lot older. Upon her flank was a cloud with wind lines and snowflakes. Not only was Thomas frustrated at his inability to remember a name he knew he knew, but the loincloth emblazoned with Celestia’s cutie mark made him feel like he’d failed an obligation for forgetting her.

“Misty Breeze,” the mare finally answered with a gentle smile. “But you can call me Misty.”

“Ugh,” Thomas groaned. “Sorry. I’ve always been terrible with names.”

“Don’t get too worked up about it,” Misty assured. “We haven’t seen each other that much, so it’s alright if you don’t remember me.”

“Alright, Mist,” Talon nodded. “You remember what we talked about?”

“There was talking?” Misty tilted her head. “Last thing I remember was peacefully reading in my bed and then this horny bird-lion pounced on me without warning.”

Talon rolled her eyes. “Well it’s not like you said no.”

Misty snorted. “You barely let me put the book mark in before you started… biting,” she blushed. “Anyway, yes I do remember you saying a little something about training Luna’s… what was it you’re called? Hamen?”

“Human,” Thomas corrected.

“So, chimp. This here is Mist,” Talon gestured to the Pegasus. “She’s actually my roommate and she’s going to help with tonight’s lesson.”

“Roommate?” Moonlight inquired as she glanced between Talon and Misty. “How do you manage to get any sleep with that,” she gestured to Talon, “around?”

“Meh,” Misty shrugged. “She’s not so bad, except for when she brings dates over without giving me fair warning,” she leered.

“You’re never gonna let that go, are ya?” Talon shook her head in disappointment.

“Maybe I would if you could manage to go more than a month without doing it,” Misty raised her voice irately. “Sorry,” she said to Thomas more than Talon. “We are professional members of the royal harems. A measure of composure and professionalism is expected of us.”

Talon grinned, ready to kill the mood with some vulgar suggestion, only for Misty to grab her beak and close it shut. Mist smirked smugly as the griffon groaned in disappointment.

“Thomas,” Misty began.

“Yes?”

The Pegasus glanced over at Moonlight and smiled. “Moonlight Shield?”

The orange unicorn nodded with a slight grin. “Aunt Misty.”

Without warning the Pegasus threw herself at the unicorn in a tight embrace. “It’s been years,” Misty cheered before pulling back, examining the guard more closely. “You’ve gotten so big. And a member of Luna’s house guard to boot. I’m so proud of you.”

Seeing Thomas’ confusion, Moonlight realized an explanation was in order. “Mist Breeze was a member of Celestia’s harem at the same time my father was. She used to come over all the time and was even our foalsitter.”

“You were just so cute back then,” Misty cooed. “And now look at you. Such a fine young mare. How are your folks these days?”

“Ahem,” Talon coughed.

“Right,” Misty pulled back. “We can catch up later. For now, follow me.”

The group followed the blue pegasus down the halls into Celestia’s wing of the castle. The light reflecting off the sun banners almost made it seem as though it were day outside. Finally they arrived at their destination and Misty pushed the door open. The room was about a quarter the size of Luna’s bed chamber, but that still left it pretty big. The layout was almost the same with the closet in the far corner, an open door leading to a bathroom beside it, along with the arrangement of the furniture. Thomas figured the bed was the pony equivalent of king sized. The only other things of note were the posters on the walls depicting what appeared to be bands, sports teams, and one that looked like a movie poster.

“I thought you said you lived in the servant’s quarters,” Thomas said in disbelief.

“Did I?” Talon asked mischievously. “Well, technically we are servants, and these are our quarters, so that makes them servant’s quarters.”

Misty rolled her eyes. “Concubines get our pick of any of the spare bedrooms,” she explained as she walked in and began searching in the drawers for something. “This is one of the smaller ones, but it’s more than enough to suit our needs.”

Thomas cautiously stepped inside, taking in the smell of the strange domicile. “Why would anyone, er, anypony live in an apartment if this is what passes for small?”

“Some ponies like to keep family life and work life separate,” Talon explained as she swaggered past him and sat on the bed.

“Since you’re the Senior Concubine,” Misty cut in as she pulled out a number of towels. “I imagine you’ll be getting a room twice as big, just like Sun Dancer.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Thomas said as he took a second look around the room. It was large, but not oppressively so and definitely had the feeling of being lived in. Even Luna’s much larger room had enough stuff in it to make it feel homely. “I don’t think I have enough to fill a place like that.”

“He’s got a point, there,” Talon grimaced. “He never leaves the castle unless somepony drags him out, and then he doesn’t really buy anything. I think you could fit all the chimp’s possessions in a moderately sized box.”

“There’s just not anything I really want,” Thomas sighed as he watched Misty set the towels and a few cushions out on the floor. “And what are you doing, anyway?”

“Oh,” Misty looked up from her kneeling position. “Well, Talon says you’ve been making decent progress with the kissing part of your training, so I thought it was time we moved on to more advanced techniques.” She beckoned Talon forward and the griffon laid out belly down on the towels, propping herself up on the cushions as her lion tail batted from side to side. “Tonight, you will be learning how to preen.”

“P-preen?” Thomas stuttered. “As in cleaning wings?”

“Preening is more than mere cleaning,” Misty chuckled as she grabbed Talon’s left wing and opened it out. “It’s a matter of social bonding for the winged races. Our wings are incredibly sensitive extremities and we would only ever entrust their care to those we trust completely,” Misty explained as she gently glided her hand across the griffon’s feathers, causing Talon to let out a small whimper.

“It’s also a courtship thing,” Talon added breathlessly. “Giving your partner a good AH!” she gasped as Misty did something to her wing. “A good wing job is a great way to show how much you ca-ha-hare.”

Thomas gulped. He looked to Moonlight to rescue him, but the poor guard was blushing too hard to even move as she watched Talon squirm under Misty’s expert touch.

“This is more of a harem thing,” Misty offered to Moonlight. “Also, you don’t even have any wings. If you’re not comfortable…”

“I’ll stand guard outside,” Moonlight blurted a lot louder than necessary before briskly walking outside. “None shall disturb you.” And she slammed the door shut.

“She’s pretty cute when she’s flustered like that,” Talon snickered, only to let out another muted cry.

“Is there such a thing as a mare or stallion you don’t think is cute when they’re flustered?” Misty asked.

“Suppose anything’s possible,” Talon grinned. “But enough of that. Yo chimp! Get your flank over here and watch the master at work.”

Thomas’ legs moved him forward and knelt down in the mirror position of Misty.

“There’s a good colt,” the pegasus smirked. “Before we begin, there’s something you, being wingless, should probably know. The wings of a griffon, Pegasus, or even alicorn are extremely sensitive. They have to be in order to feel changes in the wind that allows us to fly through the air. It’s because of this sensitivity that basically makes wings an erogenous zone. Understand so far?”

Thomas nodded absentmindedly. The explanation made sense, but he feared there was some subtext in her tone that he might have missed.

“The first thing you want to do is open the wing as I did.” She closed Talon’s wing against her back before slowly opening it up again. “Now you try.”

Thomas mirrored the action, taking the stem of Talon’s wing in hand. He felt the appendage flinch in his grasp. When she gave no protest, he carefully opened it out in front of him and allowed it to rest over his lap. The stem was a dark crimson, like the rest of her fur, but the feathers of her wing were a much lighter shade of red. There was nothing especially erotic about it, but he stared in utter fascination all the same as Misty’s lecture lingered in his mind. One of her most sensitive parts… something she’d only give to someone she really trusted…

“Good,” Misty nodded. “Keep in mind that opening your wing for somepony is,” Misty considered, “is almost like lifting your tail. We’re trusting our partner with something very precious to us. Right now, you’re not just holding a part of her body,” Misty emphasized by fiddling with one of Talon’s feathers, rolling it around between her fingers as the griffon struggled to stifle a moan, until she finally plucked it. “You’re holding her Faust given right to the sky.”

“Q-quit with the heavy stuff,” Talon gasped irately. “Chimp’s got enough trouble with stuff like this to begin with. That’s why we’re bucking training.”

“Right,” Misty nodded. “Sorry. Anyway, since you’re closer to the base anyway, start with the feathers closest the base and work your way out. Gently rub your hand across the feathers as I do.”

Thomas did as instructed, watching Talon’s back muscles tense at his touch as he brushed his hand down the feathers in a petting motion.

“There!” Talon called, startling Thomas. “You found a loose one.”

When no further explanation came, Thomas brushed his hand over the same spot until he felt a feather that didn’t seem to bend under his touch the right way. Gently he prodded the area with his fingers until he found his target.

“Right there,” Talon gasped, anxiously wiggling her toned rump as, unseen to her companions, the towel beneath her waist began to moisten.

“Gently now,” Misty warned.

Thomas nodded and carefully grasped the feather between his fingers and gently wiggled it from side to side. Talon’s gasps of pleasure as he commanded the feather made him feel very hot under the collar, if he had one. She was helpless. The loud and proud griffon who could probably take him down with both arms tied behind her back was completely at his mercy. God, this is hot. Eventually he ended her torment by gently plucking the feather, which gave a soft yet satisfying *pop* as it left its home, causing Talon to bury her face in a pillow to muffle her moan.

“Not bad,” Misty nodded approvingly. “For an amateur.”

“Amature my mother’s flank,” Talon snarled. “Chimp’s got the fingers of a pro. He could give you a run for your money.”

“Is that so?” Misty asked cheekily before giving Thomas a challenging look. “First to reach the end, wins,” she smirked.

Several minutes passed and Thomas felt he was really getting the hang of this. He had already memorized the texture of how Talon’s wing feathers were supposed to feel and it wasn’t long before he was able to spot imperfections before even touching them. It filled him with quiet satisfaction each time he heard the little *pop*. His OCD’s demand for order and perfection rejoiced each time he removed the thing that demanded to be removed. And to top it all off, Talon’s squirms and moans of frustrated pleasure was causing him to be almost as anxious. He was so engrossed in his task that he hadn’t even noticed that his adversary was only half way through her wing while he was nearing the end.

“Good effort, little colt,” Misty taunted, bringing Thomas back to reality. “I said the first to reach the end, but I didn’t say which end.” Still kneeling in place, her blue wing opened up and stretched out past Talon’s twitching tail towards her backside. There, the feathers bent downwards and disappeared into the griffon’s loincloth.

“Mmmmmmmgrraaaah!” Talon cried out as her claws ripped the pillow she’d been burying her face in in half, sending a light gust of pillow stuffing into the air. Her wing inadvertently flapped, knocking Thomas over as she panted and drooled into the pile of cushions. When Thomas pulled himself up, he saw a wet stain growing in the towels around her pelvis.

“Victory,” Misty whispered proudly as she folded her arms. “Who’s the pro now, huh?”

Thomas stared at the scene before him as his mind raced to process what he’d done. I just gave Talon an orgasm, but Mist was the one who delivered the final blow. We brought her to orgasm together. Would that technically make this a threesome? Was this my first threesome?

*Thump-thump*

Thomas was shaken from his thoughts as he shot up. While initially startled, the griffon and Pegasus soon grinned as they recognized the look in his eye. They knew he’d been summoned and they knew the tent in his loincloth could not have been more appreciative.

“Go get ‘er chimp!” Talon exhaustedly lifted her arm and gave an encouraging fist pump.

Thomas didn’t seem to hear her as he bolted out of the room. He also didn’t notice that in flinging the door open, he’d knocked over a certain snooping guard who raced after him as he ran down the hall towards the night court.

“Feels good to help, don’t it?” Misty sighed contentedly.

“You have no idea,” Talon groaned as she buried her face into another pillow.

“Was he really that good?” Misty asked as she climbed on top of Talon, resting her elbows on her friend’s shoulders.

Talon panted as she turned her head up. “We might have to ask Luna if he can stable with us sometime.”

A bit shorter than I’ve been shooting for lately, but I couldn’t figure out how to stretch it any further. Thomas learns just how sensitive wings can be for winged creatures. A good thing too because, up until now, Luna’s poor wings have been seriously neglected. Hope he appreciates the level of trust Talon is showing him.

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