> Strolling through town, you start to get picky.
> Not that you wouldn't lovingly bang most any mare you come across, but when it comes to selecting one in particular...
> That's when you see her.
> Dusky gray coat, amber eyes, lightest blue mane, and a horn.
> She is laying on her stomach on a blue blanket, basking in the warm sun.
> Off to the side, you see a full set of golden armor, and you know you have lucked out.
> You walk over, not trying to hide the sound of your footsteps.
> Careful to stay out of her sun, you kneel beside her.
> No reaction.
> Your hands tremble as you set to rubbing her shoulders.
> She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, and smirks.
> "It's a crime to bribe public officials."
> You keep at it, pressing on knots and rubbing her back with firm pressure.
"I'd be in trouble if I wanted you for some official capacity."
> Her tail swishes, and you work your way down to her lower back.
> "And just what is it about me that you want?"
> You get behind her, straddling her legs to get better access to her back.
"As I understand it, royal guards are in peak physical condition, and highly capable with the traits intrinsic to their races."
> "Hmmmmm... Do go on, and a little lower."
> You grin, and shift your hands to kneading the upper slopes of her flank.
"Earlier today, I had helped a friend in heat, and yet I have yet to be sated."
> At once, you are pressed to the ground, held utterly prone by a nimbus of amber light.
> The royal guard languidly steps into your field of vision.
> "If you want something gentle, you've come to the wrong mare. This is your last chance to pull out."
> She doesn't look angry, just impassive.
> You smile up at her.
"With a mare like you, I'd be crazy to pull out."
> Her face splits into a predatory grin.
> "The name's Scythia. I expect to hear it soon."
"I'm anonymffff-"
> She sits right down on your face.
> "First we'll see if you are worth remembering, then I'll hear your name."
> You set to work, your tongue exploring her depths, lapping up what moisture came your way.
> She wiggles her plot a few times.
> You take the hint, and grab on with both hands.
> The guard removes your pants, then boxers, and gently licks the tip of your cock.
> That's not what she-
> Ah.
> Your tongue flicks her clitoris repeatedly, and you slap her ass as best you can from your prone position.
> Scythia croons in approval, and takes your manhood into her mouth.
> You continue your assault, and she bobs her head up and down your shaft.
> Each time you get a particularly good hit on her cheeks, she takes a quick breath, then jams your dick into the back of her throat.
> You can feel the heat of her rear from all your strikes, and marecum pours across your face in waves.
> Mustering all your strength, you strike both of her cheeks.
> Her legs clamp around your head as the largest surge of juices pours into your mouth.
> She pauses in her efforts to take a deep breath.
> She lifts her hindquarters, and you can finally see her mouth around your cock.
> With out warning, she jams your dick up her throat, her nose pressed firmly  against your balls.
> She works her tongue, and the swallowing motions in the back of her throat massage the underside of your glans.
> You buck your hips, her head jiggling with the motion as you pour jizz down her esophagus.
> When the last twitches have died away, she brings her head up with a gasp, and sits on your chest.
> Scythia gazes over her shoulder and licks her lips.
> "What did you say your name was?"
"Anonymous."
> She looks down at your softening cock.
> "Looks like you'll be out of commission for a little bit. Anything you want to do in the mean time?"
> You grab hold of her hips and turn her so she is fully facing you.
"I have an idea or two."
> You pull her head down, and press your lips to hers.
> You can feel her smile against your mouth, soon followed by her tongue.
> It soon meets resistance, your tongue battling for dominance.
> After a few heated moments, you can tell you will lose this battle, unless...
> You bring a hand up to Scythia's horn, and stroke it.
> She shudders, and you press your advantage.
> You feel her low laugh reverberate in your mouth, and the battle begins anew.
> Despite how hard and fast you are stroking her horn, the guard is still gaining ground.
> With your other hand, you sink a finger into her ponut.
> A tingling surge of heat runs up her horn and discharges, filling your vision with glowing sparks.
> She breaks off then, and gazes at you with grudging admiration.
> "Alright, you won this one. Time for the main event."
> With that, she shimmies down your torso until she comes to rest with her rump cradling your erection.
> She grins.
> "Found it."
> She raises herself up, sliding along your shaft until her lower lips are kissing the tip.
> She slowly impales herself, shifting from side to side as you part her folds.
> At long last, she hilts with a sigh.
> Your hands settle on her hips as she begins rocking them against your pelvis.
> This is very nearly paradise, being gently ridden by a-
> You can sense a bit of triumph in her warm smile, in the way her forehooves rest on your chest.
> This isn't over.
> Your grip shifts to the hooves on your chest, and she raises an eyebrow.
> You roll over, pinning her to the ground, and her hooves above her head.
> You begin thrusting immediately, savoring the way she looks up at you, her head bouncing with each thrust.
> "Not bad, Anonymous. I admit that you may be stronger than me."
> You keep thrusting, her hind legs clutching at your hips in primal need.
"Then why are you still smiling?"
> She arches her back in pleasure and closes her eyes.
> "Because I know something you don't know. My magic is stronger than you."
> With that, you are rolled over and pressed firmly into the blanket.
> Scythia turns herself around your cock, and now you are staring at her back as she rides you.
> Every once in a while, her tail brushes against your face.
> You try rising, but the amber glow of her magic keeps you in place.
> She glances over her shoulder with a smirk, and continues bouncing up and down your manhood.
> This isn't good, you are reaching your limit.
> You find you can move your arms to a limited degree, and you get an idea.
> Her mane bounces within your reach, and you snarl your fingers in it.
> Scythia instinctively pauses, her head leaning back to ease the pressure.
> Your other hand pulls a little higher, and she falls back.
> You release her hair and wrap both hands around her horn and roll over one last time.
> You pound her from behind, and stroke her horn hard with both hands.
> The guard lets out little cries of pleasure, oddly cute for how forceful she is.
> Her horn surges once more, and she surrenders to you completely.
> "Anonymous! Cum inside me!"
> You crush her against the ground, hot semen spurting deep within her.
"Take it, Scythia! Take it all!"
> Her pussy milks you of all your cum, and she sighs happily.
> Moments later, she levitates you off of her, and onto the grass.
> You sit there, winded, as she rolls up the blanket and puts on her armor.
"So, Scythia. Am I worth remembering?"
> She smirks.
"Tell you what, Anonymous. Go to any barracks, and tell them Scythia sent you. I'm sure the mares will be able to show you a thing or two, if I'm not there."
> With that, she teleports away.
> You lie back in the grass, and grin.
> Today was a pretty good day to be Anonymous.