It was amusing to watch her exit the cage while a few...uh, I hesitate to call them medics, but at the very least they were ponies that could stabilize that stallion. It probably wasn't too obvious on the outside, but after getting slammed like that, it would amaze me if he could even walk, and the trampling Gadget gave him after that probably broke a few things and caused some internal bleeding.

I waded into the crowd that formed while a few ponies in suits forced them to give Gadget some room. I kept my distance, but I made sure to have a good enough view that I could get an idea for what was going on. For the most part, I was looking for an opportunity to get closer to her so I could converse with her. That wasn't likely to happen out here, especially not with her grandstanding and flexing for her adoring fans. I could even hear her groupies crying out her name and trying to get her attention.

As the crowd dispersed, I idly stood among them near the cage while some other fighters came out to throw down. You know, after they carried that stomped-out stallion out of the ring and cleaned up the blood. I was surprised they even bothered to clean, that's normally not much of a concern in places like this.

It wasn't more than ten minutes later that I caught sight of a couple of mares heading over to talk to one of those suited stallions at the shadowy doorway. I wandered over towards the duo and kept my distance just enough to not seem out of place, my eyes staying locked on the arena while I kept an ear swiveled in their direction. It was hard to hear them over the cheers of the crowd and the grunts of pain and exertion from the fighters in the ring.

"...Just wanna...biggest fans."

I furrowed my brow in frustration as the crowd drowned them out again. I glanced over out of the corner of my eye and watched one of the guards step through the door for a minute, only to come back out and motion the two mares inside, both of them Stalliongradi earth ponies. They didn't matter, however. My only concern was how they convinced the guards to let them into the back. I didn't really catch much of anything that they were saying, aside from them mentioning they were fans of hers. Time to risk it, I figured.

I took a moment to get myself into the mindset of one of Gadget's fans. Had to fit the role of Dark Delight. A little bubbly, maybe a bit saucy...but with a certain self-confidence that you don't generally see in your average airhead. Usually those types replace self-confidence with being utterly aloof. Okay...I could do this.

I tend to rely on my mind magic in situations like this. Little non-intrusive suggestions, maybe some recognition, just a little nudge of a sort so that they think I'm supposed to be here. However, who knew how long Gadget would be back there? She might just leave after she was done with her fans, and at that point, I'd either be suspicious as snow in Tartarus if I approached her, or I'd seem like some kind of stalker fan, and neither were good labels to have placed upon yourself.

Of course, all of my worrying and caution seemed to be for nothing. All I did was say that I was a big fan of Gadget's, and they let me through with little more than a snide comment about me being a slut. Sure, alright, whatever. I couldn't care less what they thought of me. It did strike me as odd though...and with the way my mind works, you can imagine it only took me a few seconds to put two and two together. Hermaphrodite, probably didn't have access to suppressants, mares cheering her on, being let into the back area...there was only maybe a six percent chance this wasn't exactly what I expected it to be.

I mean, I suppose the chances weren't that bad, but I remember what I was like when I went off my suppressants. Maybe never going on them to begin with helped her be more acclimated to her own rampant sex drive? It wasn't like she had to put on a front like I did.

I got my answer the moment one of the ponies in the back pointed me in the right direction. One of the diamond dogs in the back pointed out a door at the end of the hall, and I only gave a brief knock before someone told me to come on in. The moment I stepped inside, I was met with the sight of two Stalliongradi mares giving Gadget all the attention they possibly could.

Gadget herself was partially reclined on her back on the floor, one of the mares being the only thing between Gadget's upper body and the ground as she laid on her side underneath the well-built unicorn. She was letting Gadget use her as a pillow, and judging by how Gadget was just kicking back with her eyes closed, enjoying what the second one was doing between her hindlegs, this probably wasn't the first time these two had paid her a visit.

I don't think I need to explain what the second one was doing...just use your imagination and acknowledge that there was a distinct slurping sound coming from down there.

"So, who is that?" Gadget asked casually, lifting her head to look at me over the back of the mare nestled between her hindlegs.

Oh hey, another accent. A heavy one at that, and rare to boot. Stalliongradi had left their own language of Gradios behind a long time ago, but there were still a few people that practiced it. Usually that language was something more educated ponies knew...I wondered where she'd learned it from?

Her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of me. "Oh-ho-ho, the boss knows what I like~!"

"Don't think your boss sent her," the mare laying under Gadget muttered. "I don't recognize her."

"Da, but I still like them small and cute," Gadget said, sitting up and patting the second mare's head, prompting her to slide her muzzle up and off of the shockingly large shaft between her legs. "Come join us, cutie. Da? I promise you will have a good time."

I immediately shook my head. "Uh, no. Sorry, I can wait until you three are done."

Gadget stared at me for a moment, looking almost pensive with how her brow furrowed. I actually felt a little self-conscious from the way she was looking at me. She slowly motioned for the two mares to move aside while she stood up, her cock bobbing underneath her as she walked towards me.

I lowered my stance as she approached, every alarm bell in my head going off as she stepped way too close for my comfort. Plus, she was hard. That was distracting, and just a bit alarming given the situation. I didn't know her mentality, for all I knew she intended to try to force herself upon me! It was almost reflexive when I took a step back, her imposing figure walking up to me until all I could do was look up at her, her head lowered just a little so we were closer to eye-level, muzzles inches apart.

Then she kissed me.

It was a sudden thing, and entirely unexpected. Her body language was relaxed and casual, but the way she moved her head so quickly, I didn't see it coming. For the briefest of moments I felt disarmed, like some part of me was melting, but I quickly snapped out of it when I felt one of her forelegs curling around the back of my neck.

I shot up onto my hindlegs and reached up to grab and twist her leg, pulling it straight and getting a grunt of pain out of her. I shoved her back just a little, breaking the kiss, and took a hard swing with my right hoof, impacting her squarely in the jaw. Her head snapped to her right and she stumbled back a few steps, but she only seemed to feel it for a few seconds. She rubbed her cheek and I quickly turned my body sideways to her, my forward foreleg lowered to guard my body while the other raised up and crossed over to protect my head.

I stood there, ready for her to do just about anything, my horn lit up with magic at the ready. I've been in a lot of situations, but I've never gotten a surprise kiss from anyone before. Her laughter broke the tension like a hot knife through butter, her hoof idly rubbing at her jaw while she looked me up and down once more.

"Good form! You are a boxer, but not professionally," she said, chuckling still as she stepped back and relaxed. "You are still too pretty for that kind of work. Probably from some other city. Nice clean clothes, soft fur...soft lips."

I couldn't help my blush as she lowered her head, the smoldering gaze she gave me drifting lower, looking down over my belly and my legs. I could almost feel the heat of her eyes as she took in my body, the utter lack of shame on her part making me fidget a little. I quickly dropped down to all fours again, and she barked out a laugh at how shy I was being. You could say that that pissed me off. Just a little bit. Twilight Sparkle is not shy!

She hah'ed and turned to go lounge with the two mares again, grinning. "I am just fucking with you! It is fine. So what did you want, if you did not come in here to get mounted?"

"I came here to talk to you," I huffed, looking away from her as she so blatantly spread her hindlegs to expose herself to me. "Must you do that?"

"Hey, you came in here, and interrupted me getting my dick sucked," she said, the vague frustration in her tone not lost on me. "Then you say you do not want it, when you do! Сука...."

"What the fuck are you-you know what? Nevermind," I muttered, shaking my head. "I just want to talk. Can we do that?"

She stared at me for a moment, then grunted and sat up again, rolling her eyes. "Fine. Ladies, could you give us a few minutes?" she asked, looking to the two of them. "Just a few minutes."

"A few minutes is all I need." I chimed in quickly, stepping away from the door.

The two mares looked back and forth between the two of us for a moment, but Gadget's insistence saw them step outside, the lingering scent of aroused mare reaching my nose as they walked past me. I had no doubt that they were aggravated, but they weren't my concern. Besides, this wouldn't take long.

I waited until the door was closed before I walked over to sit down closer to Gadget, my eyes taking in the layout of the room for a moment. A desk against the far wall, complete with a mirror, a punching bag in the corner along with some weights, elastic straps, a treadmill...even a small bed. Did she live here? There were stacks of magazines at the end of the bed on the floor, not pornography, but the variety seemed extensive. A door to my left likely led to a bathroom. All the basic necessities, minus a kitchen.

"So? Make it quick," she said, grabbing my attention once more. "I have some mares to enjoy, and I do not intend to be blue-balled by some fancy out-of-town noble."

I quirked a brow at that. "What makes you think I'm a noble?"

She snorted at me and shrugged. "The way you walk and talk. Too prissy and formal to be Stalliongradi."

"...You picked up on that just from me walking a few steps?" I asked. "There was no way you were watching me outside, you were busy and you had no reason to keep an eye on me."

"Da. It is like..." she said, sitting up taller, her back straightening out while she angled her head upward. "You have this way of moving, like you are proud of yourself simply for existing. Nobleponies are always like that."

"Fair enough," I muttered, making a mental note to fix that in the near future. "You're smart, if you can pick up on things like that. Very observant."

"Hah! First time anyone has ever said that about me!" she said, her posture going slack, back to the usual kind of slumping you see from a pony just going about their day, not trying to uphold some pointless sense of superiority. "I did not go to school. No time for it."

"There are many different forms of intellectual strength," I said calmly, brushing off her brief moment of self-deprecation. "Perhaps your education isn't formal, but you have experiences that no school could ever truly give you. Many things in life are like that. Must be why you could read me so well."

She stared at me for a moment, as if evaluating me in that single moment. I felt like she was taking a second appraisal of me, and some part of me felt good about that. I don't know what she thought of me previously, but what I'd said seemed to make her reconsider her opinion of me.

"Well...uh, thanks," she muttered, lifting a foreleg and making a rolling motion with her hoof. "So what was it you wanted to talk about?"

"Ah, right," I muttered, shrugging a little. "I wanted to meet with you the day after tomorrow, at my hotel room."

"Oh? I usually charge for that sort of thing-"

"Not for that, you damn lecher!" I half-shouted, furrowing my brow at her.

"Da, sure, that is what they all say! But in the end," she said, standing up and raising a foreleg, posing herself with a slight arch to her back and her muscles oh-so-slightly tensed, as if someone were about to take a picture of her. "They cannot resist. I do not know why you would not just join us for an hour, if that is what you are interested in...."

I ugh'ed and turned to leave. "Look, just...do you have something to write on?"

"Here." she said, relaxing her posture once more and smirking.

Her horn lit up, and she reached out for a piece of paper on her table, tearing a piece of it off and floating it over to me. I pulled a pen from one of my pockets and used my hoof as a semi-flat surface, carefully writing out the location and room number, floating it over to her again, capping my pen off and tucking it away.

"Day after tomorrow, right?" she asked, looking down at the piece of paper before folding it in half and tucking it away in a drawer on her table. "What time?"

"Noon."

"Sure that works," she said, motioning to the door. "Now then, I believe I have some fine, respectable ladies I need to tend to? Send them in on your way out."

"Uh-huh."

I left without saying anything else to her. She could think what she wanted about my intentions, as long as she showed up. I sent the two mares back in and calmly left the arena behind, making the long trek up those damned stairs and through the cold of Stalliongrad all the way back to my hotel. The biting late-night winds didn't compare to the ache in my hindleg, and the moment I had discreetly ducked into my room, I removed my clothes and undid the alterations I'd made to the color of my fur, mane and tail.

A nice, hot bath was exactly what I needed, and the moment I was neck-deep in that liquid heat, I began to reach down and massage my aching leg. I felt tired, just a bit exhausted from walking around so much and from being up fairly late after such a long day, and if I was being completely honest with myself, Gadget was very tempting. My suppressants can only do so much, and I'm still just as red-blooded as any other pony.

Physically, she was an astounding example of what a unicorn could be. So strong and built, but with just that small hint of femininity to her that made her all the more appealing to the eyes...mmm. It wasn't just her appearance either. Despite her very lascivious behavior, it wasn't arrogance that made her that way, I could tell. I'd met many ponies like her before. Ponies with their heads so far up their asses that they think simply acting confident is good enough. For some, maybe it is, but Gadget was...different.

It was a self-confidence borne from experience and complete faith in what one is capable of. That wasn't something you saw very often. There's a distinct difference between believing that you are what you think you are, and knowing you are what you think you are. She knows exactly who she is and what she wants to be, and she's completely unashamed of it. Anypony with half a brain would be jealous of her for that...and drawn to it.

I didn't notice I was stroking myself while thinking about her until I opened my eyes back up again. My leg had been forgotten, and my arousal was jutting up plain as day in front of me. I stared down at myself for a moment, considering just leaving it be, but...ugh, fuck it, why not? I could do to let off some steam.

The head of my shaft barely stuck up past the surface of the water, and I casually reached down to rub over the base of it with my hoof, my grip curling around the base of it and gently massaging over it while I laid my head back against the edge of the tub. I let my imagination run wild while I smoothly began to stroke up and down along my shaft, teasing over my medial ring while the image of that tempting mare filled my thoughts.

I closed my eyes and pictured that large figure nestling in between my hindlegs, tongue dragging over my cock. I felt her hoof stroking over the base of my shaft while she kissed at the head of it, grinding her tongue over the semi-flat end, and I felt my dick throb within my grip. I squeezed a little tighter around the base of it and let out a shaky breath, the water sloshing as my bad hindleg twitched a little.

She rose up a little and slid her muzzle down over my cock smoothly, taking me all the way to the hilt in my mind, and I lit my horn up to surround my shaft in my magic, that familiar tingling warmth wrapping around that twitching organ. I kept my eyes shut and focused on the fantasy of her sliding up and down, tongue messily licking and swirling around it, practically worshipping it while my magic began to ripple up and down along my cock. I was doing my best to mimic the motions I saw in my head, and my forelegs reached up to rest over the edges of the tub, hooves gripping at them a little tighter while my hips humped upwards, making the water slosh more noisily.

It somewhat surprised me at how into this I was getting. Usually it was just the sort of thing where I just kinda...crank one out real quick. I was thoroughly enjoying every second of this...even when my fantasies shifted in an entirely different direction.

Next thing I thought of, was what she would be like on top. I pictured one of those mares under her, tail raised and pinned against her back while Gadget's powerful forelegs held her tight, hips ramming roughly against her...oh yes, that was it. I felt my balls tightening against my body, my dick throbbing in the grip of my magic while my body arched up towards the source of my pleasure, that instinctual desire to push deep before release taking hold while I clenched my teeth.

Then I saw myself under Gadget instead, my front bent low to the ground, face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain while that cock, far bigger than a pony my size should so recklessly take, plunged deep into me. I heard her grunt and I felt her hooves tightening their grip on my smaller frame, and in my mind I could see that cock twitching inside me as she pushed as deep as she could, just before....

The fantasy shattered while I let out a short, sharp cry, my entire body bucking on reflex while the head of my cock flared and thick, white ropes of cum gushed from my shaft, arcing in the air before landing in the water and on my throat and muzzle, making a significant mess of my face and the bath water. I panted and huffed, my magic furiously stroking over my shaft and milking me for every last drop I could possibly give before I was finally done. Every muscle went limp and I felt as if I were floating as my afterglow washed over me.

Oh, where the fuck did that last fantasy come from?

I could've fallen asleep right then and there, wrapped up in warmth and satisfaction as I was. Semen tended to get a bit clingy and tended to get stuck in your fur if you let it float around in water though, so after a few minutes of just soaking and enjoying the aftermath of my release, I pulled the plug on the drain and drew the shower curtains, turning the shower on and getting to work washing myself off.

I had to scrub at my muzzle for a bit, but overall it didn't take too long. I dried myself off after I got out and went through the usual motions of brushing my mane and tail, tending to my teeth, all the works. I was hungry, but way too tired to go out and grab a bite, especially after just brushing my teeth, so screw it.

I unceremoniously flopped onto my bed and used my magic to pull the covers over myself, wriggling about to get comfy before laying my head on the pillow. All the while, that last image ate away at me, that final fantasy I'd had just before that pushed me clean over the edge.

I'm not the type to be...like that. So why did the thought of it turn me on so much?

I pressed my face a bit deeper into my pillow and exhaled slowly, letting sleep wash over me. Tomorrow was another busy day, and I needed all the rest I could get. I wouldn't gain anything from laying there and thinking about that mare. That stupid, sexy mare.

The next day was practically a non-event, compared to the day before. Hours spent sifting through papers, heading out for small meetings here and there, dropping off paperwork...it was all such a hassle. There's plenty to be said about having lots of money, but it's interesting how no one talks about how fucking boring making said money can be. I mean yeah, maybe the first few times you fill out a stack of a hundred papers covering a hundred different things is pretty neat because you know it's going to make you lots of money, but eventually oh sweet Celestia, somepony save me from the Doldrum of Processed Trees!

It didn't help that I was thoroughly distracted through most of the day. That singular fantasy right at the end of my session last night kept coming back to me, and it kept making me squirm. I had better self-control than that! I don't know why I couldn't get it out of my head! I had to stop and just take a break a few times, clear my head and re-center myself. Meditation certainly helped, but it was always there, just waiting for a chance to draw my attention away from my work.

You can imagine the previous night wasn't the only time I got a load off.

"Is this what we're into now, penis?" I mumbled, lounging in my bathtub again and staring up at the ceiling. "You don't even have a purpose in that fantasy!"

As if my dick had a mind of its own, I saw the fantasy shift to include Gadget's magic jerking me off at the same time. I scowled and lifted my hooves out of the water, running them over my face and groaning in frustration.

"Ugh, Celestia fucking damn it, fuck you."

I wasn't in love with her. I knew that for a fact. What I was feeling wasn't any different from what I felt towards some random stud or mare I lured into my bedroom for a night of satisfying debauchery. This wasn't some amazing fluttering in my heart, it was a boiling in my loins. It was just stronger than I'd ever felt before.

Maybe it was the imposing figure, or the pretty eyes, or the scars, or it was just that she was bigger than me, I don't know! How was I supposed to know?! Being on bottom was generally new territory for me, it wasn't exactly something that happened very much!

I can only think of one time when I was genuinely satisfied being on bottom, and even then it was only because I was taken by surprise...not like, rape-y surprise, just that we slipped away into a room, and then he was on me.

It was back when I was fifteen, near the end of the year. Middle of winter, an ambassador from the Griffonstone Empire came to visit, along with his son. Razorbeak and his son Rending Talon, if I recall correctly. Griffons and their super-aggressive names, I swear...anyway, they were sent to speak with Celestia, and Rending Talon had been brought along to learn more about his father's position. He was supposed to take over once his father became too old, and his father certainly appeared to be getting on in his years. I believe he was in his late sixties at the time.

His son, however, was only a few months younger than I was, and I could tell upon meeting him that he was intrigued by me. It's a bit harder to read griffon facial expressions, beaks and whatnot, but ponies generally had a reflexive fight-or-flight response to the way he was looking at me. Amber eyes all focused and evaluating me like a piece of meat, trying to decide if his prey was worth the trouble.

Apparently I was.

He was doing his best to hide his enthusiasm when he asked me to dance, once the little soiree started and the music began to play, the pleasant sound of violins filling the ballroom. It would've been rude to simply say no, and whether I liked it or not, I was Celestia's student. While I would not take part in her conversations and dealings with the ambassador, it would be seen as a personal slight against him and his son if I refused. So, I danced.

He was remarkably good, for being someone so seemingly abrasive and large, in comparison to me. Most griffons were bigger than your average pony. He talked, he smiled, but his words were often harsh and snippy. He didn't really have a taste for his father's line of work, but he did what was expected of him. I couldn't fault him for that. Once the music stopped though, and everyone went to get some refreshments, he asked if I wanted to 'slip away from this dreadfully boring thing they call a party'.

That got a giggle out of me. Not a full-on laugh, but just a giggle. I agreed, and we snuck away just as ponies began to make their way back to the dance floor.

We wandered the halls once we were sure no one had noticed our escape. He told me how he wanted to be a historian, and learn the various methods of fighting all over the world. The wars of the past interested him greatly, and eventually we found ourselves making our way to the armory, where a few guards were milling about. They were wary of him, but as long as he was with me, there wasn't much of an issue.

He was disappointed that he couldn't touch the weapons, but when he told me he wanted to spar with one of the guards, he was surprised when I volunteered instead. There was something charming about how forward he was. No wasting time, just getting right to the heart of what he wanted. He was understandably unsure, considering the size difference, but one tap of my hoof to my horn silenced his hesitation. I agreed to not use any magic other than my telekinesis on top of my hooves, and he agreed to not use his claws...which really should've gone without saying, thinking back on it. They're razor-sharp claws.

Needless to say, he won the sparring match. His size and his claws had the clear advantage in claw-to-hoof combat, especially against a unicorn that didn't have the flexibility and mobility of a pegasus or the raw strength and sturdiness of an earth pony. I actually took a few good hits, and I was more than sure I had some bruised ribs, but I think he was impressed by my unwillingness to back down. I mean, until I got knocked clean on my back and he pinned me down by my throat, his other claw against my stomach.

There was a wild look in his eyes, and I just grinned up at him and thanked him for a good match. He thanked me as well, and helped me to my hooves. Some guards had gathered to watch, but once they were sure it was over, they went about their business as was expected of them. I had at least put up enough of a fight that he was wincing and rubbing his belly from a good punch I'd landed square in his center, once I'd forced him up onto his hindlegs, and with the way he was smiling, I could tell he was impressed that a unicorn of all things could actually put up any kind of fight without their magic.

He invited me back to his room. I was so taken with him at the time, how could I say no? Fighting him was invigorating...I could only imagine all that power being put to use in the bedroom as well. I did of course take the precaution of lighting my horn under the excuse of needing to massage my bad hindleg, reaching out with my magic and subtlely altering his perceptions of me. It needed to be done before anything too wild happened, for obvious reasons. It was cute that he offered to massage my leg for me, but I politely declined...though maybe I'd take him up on that later.

With that taken care of, we both walked with a certain urgency back into the castle and through the halls until we reached the room he was staying in while he was in Canterlot. A nice, lovely suite...that I didn't have the time to take in, nor did I care. The moment I was inside and the door was closed, I was grabbed and pulled into the air, pinned against the door by strong, large claws.

I opened my mouth to shout, only to find his beak pressing to my lips, his tongue invading my muzzle while my hindlegs kicked in a mix of confusion and fear...and just a little bit of excitement. His chest pressed against my barrel, and I felt his claws raking down through my fur, scratching over my skin and cupping under my rump, holding me up while he kissed me. Kissing griffons was awkward, but with how that tongue could curl and move, I didn't really mind at all.

He didn't waste much time. My heart was racing as those claws tightened their grip on me, and the world spun as his wings spread and he quickly took a short flight to the air, landing on the bed and letting me down with a heavy whump on the sheets. I tried to roll onto my side and get up so I could get undressed, but one of his claws pinned me down by my chest and the other went to work frantically removing my pants.

I reached down with my hooves to try to wrestle his claw off of me, but all he did was growl and slide those claws up higher, one of them pushing the very tip of a talon against my throat. I trembled just a little and looked up at him, that wild look in his eyes fading only a little as he leaned down and nipped gently at the side of my neck.

"Relax, pony...let nature take its course."

I think he was trying to be intimidating by saying that, and at the time I was certainly intimidated, but looking back on it now, I realize how much what he said didn't make a whole lot of sense. I kinda understand what he was getting at, but predators generally don't fuck their prey. Still, that look in his eyes...I recognized that. Even the position was reminiscent of when he pinned me while we were sparring.

At least he was patient enough to not rend my clothes while he removed them.

The moment my clothes were off...he took me. While I was entirely consenting, it wasn't in any way mutual. For the first time, the situation was entirely out of my control, and I was enjoying it too much to care. He flipped me over to my front, grabbed me by my tail and forced me to present myself to him, and I'll admit it...I was blushing like a little schoolfilly at how he was handling me.

He stared and evaluated, tasted and nipped at my flanks, and I twitched in alarm. My heart was trying to beat its way out of my chest and those claws were digging in ever-so-slightly at my waist, holding me in place while he rose up over me. I felt his talons rake over my skin, and I heard the growl deep in his chest while his arousal swelled against my rear, pushing between my cheeks and rubbing up and down slowly.

It was instinctual, how I froze up, but not once did he ever touch my horn. He understood enough about unicorns to know to treat those with respect...and I think he avoided it so I didn't outright panic underneath him. The way his claws pressed down on my withers and firmly rubbed over the muscles there, trying to soothe me while his head lowered down and rubbed along the side of my neck and over my jawline...it was oddly sensual and in conflict with everything else he did.

One of those claws firmly went down under my barrel and gripped at my chest, his hips swiveling just a bit, and all it took was a single smooth thrust before he was in me, all the way to the base. He wasn't particularly big...not compared to a pony anyways, down there. Most if not all griffon males can't compare to the size of a stallion, so to me it wasn't anything special until he began to move. Even then, it wasn't the thrusting that got me.

I felt fear. Fear and adrenaline and excitement, and while he began slowly, he quickly built into a powerful pace that had me quaking beneath him. He wasn't afraid to be rough with me. He cared little for the weakness in my right hindleg. He just grabbed, he mounted, and he took.

I was lost in an Elysium of his own making. An Elysium where prey is rutted into submission rather than killed.

My muscles trembled under the firm pointed grip of his claws, and my legs shuddered in their tension every time he rocked forward into me once again. There was a ferocity to him that had me melting within his grasp, and it wasn't long before I came around him, the first time of several that night. He ground against me and let me ride out that first release, my fluids coating his shaft and his balls, one of my forehooves desperately scraping at the bedsheet while I cried out into the room.

I was dazed for a moment as he pulled out of me and pushed me over onto my side, my entire body slumping weakly while I struggled to gather my bearings. My head was fuzzy and I was trembling all over, but I felt good. A kind of exhausted feeling like after a good round of sex, but amped up to eleven. My limbs felt unreliable, and I slowly tried to get back to my hooves, but a firm claw on one of my forelegs saw me rolled onto my back, and a dulled bird screech was followed by the sight of his head darting down and over my throat, his beak clamping down just a bit around my neck, just under my muzzle.

Immediately, my focus returned and a spike of adrenaline rushed through me, my entire body locking up while his panting, warm breath washed over my fur and skin. I let out a pitiful squeak of a cry, feeling utterly trapped and unable to do anything, some primal part of my mind believing that this was it. This was the moment where I died.

His beak moved away slowly, and he gave a small kiss to the corner of my lips, the wide and hungry grin on his face making me quiver just a little. I cracked a weak smile, and he rose up over me, that imposing figure of his hovering over my own, one of his claws reaching down to slip under my backside and lift it up off of the bed a little, my hindlegs splayed apart around his waist.

He rutted me like I was a prize to be enjoyed. My forehooves pressed to his chest, and for the first time I really took notice of how large he was. In my state of exhilaration, I realized that there was no way for me to get away from him even if I wanted to, and I felt my own shaft throbbing between us while he jackhammered into me with the same ferocity as earlier. He had remarkable stamina!

I felt his claw around my neck again, one of them pushing under my muzzle and urging me to tilt my head up, my throat on full display to him while he stared down at me, just taking in the sight of the mare he was ravaging. My hooves grabbed weakly at his arm, and he pressed his talons into the skin of my neck just a bit harder. Moments later, I cried out again and my marehood squirted around his cock a second time.

Rending trilled in delight at my apparent pleasure, but he'd clearly had enough fun playing with me. I felt his weight press down over me, and those powerful thrusts became a rapid-fire slapping against my flanks, my entire body trembling violently while he had his way with me. My cries never stopped, every thrust renewing those echoes of pleasure rippling through my body. All I could hear was myself, the groans and grunts from him, and the loud smack of his body against my own.

Then he bit down on my throat again, hard enough to make it feel like he drew blood.

My eyes shot wide-open, and my body visibly shook from how hard I tensed up. I screamed and I felt something in me break, my forelegs clinging tightly around the base of his neck while my eyes rolled back, his steadily-pounding hips pushing me over the edge with such an intensity that my mind went blank. My bad hindleg violently shook as I came for a third and final time, my juices soaking the sheets and the base of my tail while his wings spread and he slowly let go of my throat, his tongue licking the tinge of blood from his beak.

I actually whinnied in the midst of it all. I clearly remember that, since he made a point of mentioning it the next morning to jog my memory. He seemed quite proud of getting me to such a state.

Just as I began to come down from that blissful high, I felt him thrust into me as deep as he could, the bulbous base of his shaft swelling just a little while his wings spread wide and a loud, piercing bird screech echoed through the room. I felt his cock pulsing in me, cum gushing from his tip, and I weakly twitched under him while he finished inside of me.

My entire body went limp after a while, and my eyes drifted shut in the midst of my exhaustion, the adrenaline draining out of my bloodstream and leaving me feeling weak and worn out, as if I'd run a marathon chased by timberwolves. We rested there together, his sharp claws suddenly becoming careful and cautious as they felt over my body, soothing my trembling form, my breaths coming to me in semi-shaky panting and huffing.

Then he pulled out of me, and I noticed that my magic had faltered.

He saw it the moment he moved a little, and his eyes widened at the sight of my shaft between our bodies. He rose up in shock, and I panicked. My magic lashed out, and I shot several sleep spells at him to knock him out. He collapsed at the end of the large bed, his snores sounding off not a minute later after his eyes slid shut. My head flopped back down on the bed and I just...laid there. Unable, and unwilling to move. I felt the goofy smile on my lips, and weakly wheezed out a small laugh, forehooves lazily rubbing at the sheets while I basked in the warmth of my afterglow.

I had to alter his memories of that little discovery before I passed out, but until I could get my head on straight and my body moving, I was stuck just sitting there and feeling the deliciously tingly sensation of being thoroughly ravaged by a male that knew exactly what he was doing with me.

It was easily the best sex I'd ever had back then. I still somewhat regret not going for another round with him, down the line.

There were some similarities between him and Gadget, I realized. His size and build were intimidating to me back then, but not in a bad way. It excited me, on some level. The way he looked at me, the way he read me like an open book, took what he wanted from me when the opportunity was given, being so forward...far too many similarities.

Maybe I had a thing for size? Perhaps it was the idea of being preyed upon? I couldn't tell you. I never bothered to see a shrink to get my head examined. At the very least, I wasn't fantasizing about just Gadget anymore. I couldn't decide if that was better or worse. Stupid temptress of a mare....

I finished my soak and tucked myself into my bed for the night, knowing I'd have to prepare myself tomorrow. I'd already used magic to examine myself and see if she'd cast some sort of charm on me, and that was a no-go. Whatever this strong attraction was, it was very real and very physical. It was just something else I had to deal with, like any other temptations in my life.

I just had to convince myself that I had work to do. That was it.

I told myself that as I faded off to sleep. I told myself that in the shower the next morning. I told myself that while I ate breakfast in the cafeteria area downstairs in the hotel. I told myself that while going back to my room and taking a double-dose of my suppressants for the morning.

The medication spread through my body quickly, and I rapidly felt a clarity of mind as all sexual desire was pushed down along with the hormones being nullified in my bloodstream. It wasn't a smart thing for me to do, since doing that can cause a hormonal imbalance, but I was getting too agitated by it to keep on putting up with it.

I don't like not being in control. Especially when I'm not in control of myself.

I watched the time tick by while I looked over some paperwork I still had left over, doing everything to keep my mind occupied as noon drew closer and closer. I waited for the sound of hooves outside, and the tell-tale knock that would herald the arrival of the source of my current sexual frustrations.

I got through three small stacks of papers before she arrived. I took a few deep breaths to steady myself as I got up out of my chair, setting my legal work aside for now. My magic lit up and washed over my body as I slowly donned my disguise once more, using the clarity my overdose of medicine provided to get it done in record time.

It was just work. That was all. She was just a mare, I could control myself.

I stepped up to the door and turned the knob.

Author's Notes:

Soooo yeah. Sex scenes. Tasty!

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