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Post War Compassion

Furia and Blue Bell trotted their way down the gravel pathway that cut through the northwestern quadrant of the Arrenthen Basin, headed towards the escarpment that encircled the jungles. Blue Bell the pony was playfully hopping around her larger unicorn stallion mate, jauntily rubbing shoulders with him while their hooves crunched on the dirt and gravel.

"So are you going to tell me about what it was like while I was away? I can smell the Princess on you, so you clearly had some fun. I wanna hear all the juicy details! Did she force herself on you? Could you not resist? Were you thinking about me?" She nipped at his mane, tugging at it with a smile across her face. The both of them were quite open about their activities with others, not shy at all.

However, Furia wasn't really in the mood to share. "Yeah, we had some fun." Was all he said.

Blue Bell paused and narrowed her gaze. "Really? That's all I get? You're not gonna tell me about how it happened? What events led to it? Is she kinky? I bet she's kinky. I bet she's incredibly kinky, especially with a mate like Vaulix. You know, he's such a gentleman drake on the surface, but once you loosen him up and encourage him to get rough, he might be the kinkiest bloke I've met."

With a snort, Furia grinned and tossed his mane. "Somehow I'm not surprised." He continued to walk down the path with the tree tips and mega ferns casting shadow over the four lane trade route. "But if you're so interested in hearing about it, I can say she loves anal, and is insatiable. Is that enough to get your imagination percolating? Is that enough detail? What did you do with Vaulix?"

She trotted a few bounds ahead of Furia, twisting her neck to look back over her shoulder. "Oh, you know, just the usual. Nothing strange or out of the ordinary, except that his cock is half as big around as I am." Blue Bell leaned back onto her haunches and held her front hooves up in the air, indicating a width between them. "Like, he's as big as your thigh, Not too long, but man, it's like you and Dik put together, then added another one of Dik. Crazy." Her eyes glazed over as she fantasized.

"Wait, you can barely fit the two of us if we're each taking a different hole. How between the skies and depths could you have possibly taken-"

"Magic, dear. Vaulix has some weird freaky magic spells that basically make you able to take anything. I felt the pressure, but no pain and no lasting effects. All pleasure." She back-skipped so that she was next to Furia again, nuzzling into his shoulder and neck. "But don't worry, he's not as sexy or as compassionate as you. Nobody will ever compare to you. Ever." She then gave him a gentle nip.

Furia swelled as he held his head high, trying to not think too much of the prince mounting his pony mare mate, at least until the image aroused him and he felt his member swelling and dropping from his sheath. Recognizing he wasn't supposed to be wasting time with that - at least not before reaching their first destination - he shook his mind of the naughty thoughts and pushed forth. "Well I'm glad you had fun, hun. Who knows, maybe some day the prince, princess, and the two of us can go on a double date to the Cross Falls near the capitol."

Her eyes lit up and her ears perked. "Oh? You think they would do that?" She paused to think about that for a moment, eyes darting around as she imagined and conjured memories of her time with Vaulix. "Wait, what am I talking about, of course they would. Vaulix made it clear that he and Talba were both very keen on spending more time with us after all this, now that Dik is no longer a menace to the capital." Now that the war was over, their pet dragon was able to freely roam and explore without fear of being assaulted or harmed in any way, able to be a happy steed in the stable alongside Oceras.

"Yeah, it's real nice that we can trust the royal stable hands to take care of him in our absence, now. With us out of the castle for the next few weeks, it's better to keep him at home instead of having to deal with any rural blokes who might not be on board with a peaceful resolution." While the royal family had chartered a treaty with the Untherian Dragon Emperor, and the people supported them, there were still plenty of folks spread throughout the land who either weren't yet aware that the war was over or that still felt the only way to deal with dragon kin was to skin them and feed them to a volcano.

In fact, that was the entire purpose of their trip to the northwest of the nation. The kingdom they served was primarily avian and equine, with a dash of feline, while their enemies to the south were saurossin, including dragons, naga, saurians, raptors, and everything in between. however, Many dragon hybrid refugees had escaped the southern nation of Untheria to escape the tyranny of the Dragon Emperor, and had gone into hiding in the wilds of Arrenthen, feeling they were safer in the northern jungle lands than the southern plains. No amount of local hate from those who feared them were as dangerous to a hybrid dragon than the scorn of their own kind under the Emperor's wrath.

As such, it was a well known and properly documented fact that there were hundreds of dragon hybrids all seeking refuge in the jungles and ruins of the Arrenthen Basin. Furia and Blue Bell were two of the royal guard tasked with seeking them out and delivering the good news that the war was over and that they were no longer refugees but welcome citizens in the nation, provided they came to the castle in the capital to acquire the proper documentation.

Such a bold statement needed to be backed up by one in a position of power and dominance, which was why Furia and Blue Bell were sent; as high ranking officers in the Arrenthen army, they had the authority to pardon or to to subdue if the need arose. Neither were keen on the idea of being in a position where they needed to use force, but it was pertinent to have the option if something went bad.

"I'm sure Talba is personally taking care of that doofus Dik." Furia joked, his mind wandering back to when the Princess herself was able to tame his pet, a feat that only he and Blue Bell had been capable of doing as far as he knew. While he liked the thought of imagining the Princess lifting her tail for his pet dragon, he saw something that told him that they were at their destination. It was a half crumbled wall of a castle at the edge of a nearby clearing, covered in moss and surrounded by fallen bricks. "Well would you look at that."

Blue Bell glanced over as well, her ears perking up as she smiled. "Hey, we're there already? Is this the remains of Fort Orma?" She leapt off the divot of the path and onto the lane that led to the clearing, cute little tail waggling as her eyes darted around in all directions.

Furia stepped up next to her underneath the archway that lined the fort's walls, with two crumbling towers on either side. "It is. If the reports are to be believed, a single dragon and equine hybrid has been making this place their home, living amidst the ruins and setting up-" He paused, glancing across the clearing in the courtyard of the fort. "Yeah, they're even setting up some farming away from the local wildlife. If you look over in the far corner there, you'll see some rows of veggies."

"Ah, yeah I see that now. Looks like it was recently tended to, as well. There's a basket there with some plucked peppers. So, should we say or do something, or just wait until this person returns?"

"I think it's in our best interest to call out, make sure we're known. If the locals come back and see us sitting here waiting for them, they might turn and run the other direction. On the other hoof, if we hide and wait, jumping out when they are exposed, they might also run. Best to announce our presence, ensure they know we're here and not a threat." He trotted forth into the middle of the open courtyard surrounded by the crumbling walls, turrets, and piles of moss covered rubble, rearing up on his hind legs to bellow out as loud as he could. "If you are nearby, we come with most fortuitous news! You need not fear us, we are sent by mission of the royal family to let you know the war is over!"

He landed back on all fours and tossed his mane. "You think that will be enough? Figure anyone heard me?" Then, as if to add comedic effect, a swarm of birds could be seen taking flight past the treeline while many of them stopped their squawking and the bugs silenced themselves.

"If not, we can wait a few more minutes and try again. Certainly not the most subtle you've ever been, but I think it gets the point across." She hopped away towards the basket of plucked peppers and leaned over, thinking about getting one to taste before being stopped by Furia.

The stallion snorted at her, glaring. "We're not here to steal their food, Blue Bell." He chastised. "I really don't think you should go burrowing around in their crop, no matter how good our news is."

"What news do you bring?" A deep, yet sultry voice asked from under a decrepit stone archway.

Blue Bell dropped the pepper back in the basket, hopping away to stand shoulder to shoulder with Furia while the two trained their eyes at the source of the voice. They saw a tall, powerful looking quadruped, equine in shape but coated in iridescent scales that covered her back. She wore a flowing, golden mane with matching fetlocks, a singular sharp horn on her forehead, long ears, and a set of vast, partially translucent, deep orange colored wings upon her back, partially spread out against the ferns that draped over her. She had a regal stance, but her eyes were trembling with fear, as she wasn't properly acquainted with Furia or Blue Bell, and had likely lived the past two years in hiding.

Neither could tell exactly how large this equine-dragon hybrid truly was, beyond the fact that she was clearly taller and thicker built than either of them, but that didn't stop Furia from stepping forth to properly introduce himself. "My name is Furia, captain of the Araliptian herd-squadron, and I bring you the most marvelous of news. Like I said, the war has been ended. Just one week ago, the king and queen traveled south of the mountains to speak with the Untherian Dragon Emperor, and the hostilities have been halted indefinitely. We're here to-"

"Prove it." She interrupted, slowly stepping out from the shadow of the archway to show just how much larger she was than both Furia and Blue Bell. She was a full head and neck taller than Furia, who was in turn a rather large stallion unicorn on his own. For a moment, the two ambassadors were concerned that, even with the two of them together, they wouldn't be enough to take down this drafter of a hen-mare on their own if the situation devolved into violence.

Furia maintained his visage of confidence as he took another step forward to meet her. "I fear I cannot prove such a thing here, far away from our allies on the outskirts of the Arrenthen Basin. If you come with us to the Parliament Castle, though, we can set up a meeting with King Aurelia and Queen Otille at your earliest convenience." He felt that was fair, but she wasn't as convinced as he hoped.

She took another step forward, ensuring that she kept her neck stiff and her head held high so that she could look down her snout at him, a show of dominance despite the quiver of fear in her eyes. "And what makes you think that I would ever trust two from the capital, after all that's happened over the past year? I'd rather trust a pack of bark wolves." Her wings fluttered gently as she took in a deep, drawn out breath that widened her torso, making her look even bigger and more intimidating.

Blue Bell nickered gently as she stepped past Furia and the hybrid mare, eyes wide and tail up, prepared for a fight if that happened. "And I don't blame you for that. Our nation as a whole hasn't been kind to saurossin hybrids, but the prince is one and he's been aching for a resolution since he married Princess Talba. I went with he, the king, and the queen myself and witnessed the signing of the treaty that has officially put an end to the war, and I saw it take place in person. I can assure you that you are no longer unwelcome here. We are not here to capture you or take you in, we're here to help. Look at us, neither Furia nor myself possess any tools that could be used to tie you down or force you to-"

"You are right, yes. I see that." She slowly shifted her gaze from Blue Bell back to Furia, then over to Blue Bell again. "And it's not like you could force me to do anything, even if you wanted to."

This made Furia's ego flare up, but he kept himself under control, sure to focus more on the task at hand. "Exactly. Why would we come here, weaponless and without any means of force, if we weren't sincere? There's no reason for us to lie to you, no benefit to tricking you." He forced a smile as he tossed his mane, the blue of his horn starting to glow as he thought about Dik again. "And you know something? Blue Bell and I have been aching for a stop to this war since it started. We have a pet dragon - a feral laurossin, not an intelligent one like you, to be clear - and his existence in our home has been a cause for great stress. We know as well as you do the hate that can be brought in the name of our differences and the ignorance of our peoples. We understand, and we're on your side."

His miniature speech loosened her up a bit, allowing her to relax her wing muscles and exhale a sigh of relief. "So you're saying the war's over. Finished. Done for. No more. We dragon kin hybrids are no longer vilified in the eyes of your equine and avian people?"

Furia had to think about that a bit, tossing his head from side to side in a wishy-washy manner before answering. "More or less. The royal family, the military, the parliament, and most in the capital feel that way, but the jungle peoples and those around the coast may still not be educated on the changes, so some hate may still linger. But for the most part, yes. The war is over, the hatred has ended, and we're taking the first dainty hoof-steps in the right direction. Towards peace." He extended one of his forelegs to the massive hybrid, waiting for her to bump hooves with him.

After a long and awkward pause, she did the same, touching hoof-base to hoof-base with Furia to the sounds of an audible clack. "Okay. Well if you're sincere, then there's much reason to celebrate!" Her expression shifted gradually from solemn and dour, reserved and defensive to exuberant and jovial, with a smile slowly peeling at her lips at the same time her ears flagged upwards, eyes growing soft. "My name's Roanne! Pleasure to meet you, Furia! And you said your name was..." She trailed off as she glanced over to Blue Bell, waiting for her to fill in the blanks.

"Blue Bell." She answered, a bit more cautious about this hen-mare's sudden change of heart. It felt somewhat off-putting to her, but she could tell that Furia was more confident and trustworthy of Roanne, so she kept her reservations to herself while the other two shook hooves vigorously.

"What a wonderful name!" Roanne boasted, shaking her foreleg up and down, fetlock to fetlock with Furia as the two happily embraced as only equines could. "Very different, but I like it. I like my own name, too, but it's been too long since I've heard someone else say it. The northern outskirts of the basin are so very lonely when you're trying to avoid contact with others who might want to kill or maim or mount you." She ruffled her wings a bit, then hopped back, still smiling. "But now, if what you say is true, then the war is over and I don't have to hide anymore! I can live my life, plant my crops, and be happy without having to worry about ants or felines tracking me down!"

Roanne was suddenly very chipper and bubbly, her entire demeanor from voice to stance changing drastically the moment she accepted that the news was legitimate. While Furia may have thought that she was a little too trusting and perhaps a touch too innocent to be a refugee in a war, he was nevertheless happy to see that she trusted the two of them and was eager to join them on the path back to the capital. Whatever made it easier would be better.

His horn glowed blue, showing his pride and happiness as he motioned for Roanne to follow him. "Okay, so here's the plan, Roanne. We're gonna take you back to the capital, and we're going to have a meeting with the king and queen. There, we'll have a formal ceremony wherein the ruling house will give you proper compensation for one year's worth of your strife, and give you official papers that officially translate you from that of a refugee, to one of an immigrant. How's that sound?"

She immediately bounded away, hopping in circles while her wings fluttered about, giving her a bit of lift. "Finally!" Was all she could chirp, her voice changing from the dulcet, feminine tones of a mare to the more chipper timbre of a dragon. She chirped and she nickered, rocking back and forth, physically expressing her joy, only to leap forth and wrap her neck around Furia's in a hug.

He wasn't expecting this, and thus tried to pull away at first, but saw it was just a show of her appreciation so he relaxed and let it happen. "I'm glad to see you're so happy to be given a proper, safe future." Furia mumbled from under her golden mane. He then paused for her response, or for her to pull away, but she didn't let go of him. Instead, she was keeping her neck tight around his and her one foreleg up on his shoulder, her iridescent scales glistening in the midday sun before him. Each passing second of her holding him in place made the scene a bit more awkward, so he glanced helplessly over to Blue Bell, as if to ask for an escape from the awkward hug.

Blue Bell shrugged, slowly shaking her head to show she didn't know what to do, then pantomimed a laugh, as if she was getting a kick out of the awkwardness thrust upon her mate.

"So, uh, Roanne, I can see that you're quite delighted to hear the news, so can we be on our way? I'm sure the sooner we get back to the capital, the sooner you can be recognized as a citizen of-"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" She apologized, slowly pulling her neck away from his. "I didn't realize, I was just, you know, it's been a long time since any drakes came around, and the only equines I saw were as likely to be enemies as friends. I can get a bit affectionate." Then, as if she was accentuating her point, she leaned in and gave him a gentle nuzzle and peck on the flank, rubbing her scaled cheeks down towards his haunches while her wing spread and slid over his rump while her tail flagged up.

This sudden affection made Furia freeze in place with eyes bulging wide, completely baffled by what was going on. He mouthed over to Blue Bell, 'What is going on?' as he felt the warmth of the dragoness-mare's body pressing up against his. In truth, he knew exactly what was going on, but didn't feel right accepting it as truth given the fact that his loving mate, Blue Bell, was watching it happen. Roanne was courting him, presenting herself, and preening at him in an attempt to mate with him. The reason why wasn't clear, but Furia assumed it was a simple lack of partners and her emotions taking over. Furthermore, he smelled the faintest hint of arousal in the air, an earthy equine aroma masked by the more bitter tones of a dragoness in heat.

"My dear, Roanne, I must protest this affection. We really don't have time to-"

"Furia, I have to ask, do you know what it's like to be alone with nobody to share company with for more than a full year? Four seasons, Furia, that's how many I've missed. I hope you don't mind how forward I'm being, but a strapping stallion such as yourself might have it in you to make up for all that time I spent alone. It's just us, you know; what harm could come from a little celebratory fun? Today is a good day, wouldn't you agree?"

He remained firm, not moving except to swipe his tail from side to side. "I agree, today is a good day for everyone - especially you, but that's my mate over there and I don't think she appreciates seeing another mare flirting with me."

Roanne paused for a moment, but then continued pecking at his haunches and nuzzling up against him, her scales shifting in waves and prodding against him, waiting for Blue Bell to step in, to dare to take Furia away from her. It was lightly territorial, but also an invitation to join.

But Blue Bell seemed completely nonplussed. She sauntered over to a pile of rubble and laid down in it, smiling as she watched the large hybrid hen-mare flirting with her stallion. "I'm fine with it." She said simply, swishing her tail from side to side. "Not in heat myself and we just had some fun before leaving the capital, I'm sure Roanne here needs your attention more than I do. And Roanne? Don't be gentle with him. He likes it rough." She winked once, grinning broadly.

Furia felt the cold sting of betrayal as Blue Bell refused to take his side. Luckily, the two of them weren't the most monogamous types, so it didn't take much in terms of mental aerobics to convince himself that it was time to just go for it and have fun. This was supposed to be a day of jubilation, after all, and Roanne seemed more than happy enough to celebrate with him.

Roanne's ears perked up as her tail pumped once, washing the scent of her arousal over to Furia. "With your permission, I would be honored to have your mate as my own, at least for this afternoon."

"Go for it." Blue Bell encouraged her, still laying in the rubble and watching intently.

Part of Furia wanted to resist, to insist that this was to be a professional excursion instead of one of pleasure, but his stallion parts were always ready to be used and it seemed he was the only one of the three who felt any reservations. Blue Bell was actively encouraging him, while Roanne had completely shifted her personality to expose herself to him in a way only a mare truly could. The more he sampled of her scent, the more of his reservations were peeled back, exposing his desires fully. He was, of course, as horny as any stallion in the presence of a mare, and couldn't help but let his cock drop.

Roanne sniffed at the air, then lowered her head in a form of submission as she spread her hind legs. "I see you're prepared." She commented as her tail flipped up over her lower back, properly exposing her moist, scaled equine vulva to her stallion. "Please be gentle. It's been a long time."

His stallion instincts were taking over, coaxing him to extend his head forward and wrap his cheek around her haunches. He rubbed his snout up under her tail, smearing her arousal between her cheeks and up over her slitted pucker - more like a cloaca than a horse's rump, yet still just as plump - to observe that her fluids were much thicker and gooier than a pureblood mare's. Slimy instead of slick, more like manufactured lubricant than natural fluids. This was fine for Furia, as it meant he'd have to waste less time warming her up, and it would work quite well.

The taste was quite nice, too. As he extended his tongue to prod at her folds, he found that it was much sweeter than that of a pureblood mare. While Blue Bell had a hint of bitter earthiness to the mess she made when she desired his flesh, Roanne tasted purely sweet and sugary, almost like honey but without any stickiness. This drove Furia's cock to full erection, as the pumping of blood quickly inflated his member between his legs, the pressure and anticipation squirting out a strand of his mess all over the grass beneath him.

Roanne couldn't help but comment on that. "W-wow, I forgot how messy pure stallions could be." She mused before leaning in to nuzzle at his cock tip, lipping his flare while extending her lip to get a taste of his pre-seed. The moment she felt the warmth of his fluids touching her, she pulled back and shook her head, shocked at what she tasted. "W-wow, I forgot how powerful you taste, too!"

Furia sidestepped away from her, lifting one of his forelegs to rest on her haunches. "I hope it's not a problem, for me to be so virile." He joked, still nuzzling his snout up under her tail while licking at her thick, scaled folds. By now, he'd conceded that he would either be taking her or Blue Bell, so his mind was focused mostly on the task at hand, distracted only by the deep-rooted sensation of tension in his balls, indicating that it was time to fill her with his seed. Only problem was, even standing at full height he was barely able to keep his chin on her haunches, since she was much taller than he.

"Oh, not a problem at all." She responded, glancing back while her cheeks flushed a pale pink. She also seemed to notice that she was too tall for him, so she arched her back, flagged her tail, spread her legs, and squatted down, her sex angled properly and drooling the thick slime from her hungry depths. She didn't wink, for she was still too nervous to expose herself in quite that way.

In response to her shifting of position, Furia found himself hopping up with aplomb, forelegs struggling to wrap around her wide hips as he leaned down against her spine, rubbing cheek to flank to nuzzle her scales. His back arched, his horn glowed a light blue, and his cock throbbed to full rigidity as his flare exploded and sprayed his precum all over her backside, soaking her thighs and dribbling down her legs while his bucking hips stabbed his shaft up against her time and time again, missing his mark and jabbing her folds without ever slipping into her. In one brisk thrust, he felt his member pop into her tail hole, but he was a gentleman stallion and didn't dare continue without asking that route, so he pulled out and tried again.

Luckily for him, she was as eager to feel his member in her as he was to feel her flesh swallow him up. Within a few more well-trained bucking motions, she managed to angle her hips just right and he managed to tense up at the right time, his flare meeting with her slit and pushing past her vulva to plunge into her depths with ease. The warmth of her depths coaxed him to tense up every muscle in his hindquarters, burying his cock right to the sheath with enough force to jerk his hind hooves off the ground amidst the sound of deep, guttural squelching coming from inside Roanne's passage.

She threw her head back, tossing her golden mane around as she let out a powerful, draconic roar in response to his aggressive penetration. Her walls quivered and clenched down all at once, making her depths tight as possible, so tight in fact that it compressed Furia's rock-hard member and held it in place while her hindquarters twitched and she whimpered.

Clearly it had been a very long time since she'd last mated anyone.

Furia couldn't tell if she was in pain or pleasure, based on the constriction around his member and her violent cries to the sky, but he also knew that if she wanted him out or wasn't able to handle his girth, all she had to do was step forward and squeeze him out. The pure pleasure of her constricting walls triggered the expansion of his flare deep inside, which when paired with the clenching of her walls, actually seemed to tug him in deeper as her flesh struggled to keep tense around him.

She was very different from pureblood equine mares. Thicker fluids, tighter passage, flesh hotter to the touch, and a more uniform clench rather than wavelike constrictions and winks. Both were pleasant, and the exotic nature of the encounter was making him grit his teeth and grin in delight as he offered a few shallow, subtle thrusts into her. The bulge of his flare barely moved in her depths, but the pressure of it pressed out against her tensed up pelvic muscles made her visibly shudder in delight, twitching and bucking her own hips in response, tugging his flare with every motion.

No stallion could resist that. The shaft-length constriction followed by a yank on his engorged flare all accented by hot flesh smothering his every inch was entirely too much. He bucked once again, slamming his sheath against her rump cheeks as his shaft throbbed and pulsed, pumping a thick shot of his seed deep into her. Again and again, he bucked violently into her, shaft barely moving in her sex while her muscles twitched and coaxed more out of him. He could feel her depths inflating with his seed around his girth, furthering the supple sensations of her flesh twitching and throbbing in time with his ejaculations.

Having been quickly spent, he huffed and heaved on her haunches, relaxing as his member softened and tugged itself out of her and back into his sheath, leaving a gooey strand of thick equine seed mixed with her gooey arousal forming a bridge between her flesh and his before falling to the ground between them.

Satisfied, she slipped out from under him and stood tall, head high and tail still flagged as her plump, scaled lips tensed and squeezed shut, sealing herself off to ensure none of his seed escaped her. This left Furia on his own with his member dangling between his hind legs, wrinkling up as it folded itself back into his sheath.

"Jubilations." She whispered with a smile. "Today truly is a great day." Then, before any more words could be spoken, she sauntered over to a nearby pile of rubble and flopped down onto her back, rolling around like she was trying to scratch an itch. Her vulva kept throbbing and tensing up, but she still didn't wink at him, prompting Furia to think that she perhaps was incapable of it.

Also satisfied, Furia lowered his head and then tossed it back, flipping his mane over to one side while his horn's glow slowly dissipated. He glanced over to see that Blue Bell was smiling at him, broadly grinning as she had watched him take Roanne. "So are we ready to go back to the castle, now? Can we be on with our quest?" He asked. He wasn't curt, and he hadn't failed to enjoy Roanne's offer, but with his seed having been spent, his mind was once again returning to a place of professional courtesy, where he focused more on the task at hand and less about his sexual desires.

Blue Bell nodded towards Roanne again. "I'm not so sure she's ready."

When Furia glanced back over to the larger hybrid mare, he found that she was still writhing on her back, legs up and sex exposed. Curious, he walked back over to her. "So are you ready to go, or do you have to take care of some of your things here, first? The trip's about a day south."

"Hmmmmm, No. I'm not ready to leave yet. Let's do that again." She countered, pulling her hind legs up with her forelegs. "Just once more, then we can go."

Furia's eyebrow raised as he perked up both ears. "Are you sure?"

She nodded in response. "Totally sure. I feel like I need just a little bit more."

While Furia certainly felt like he'd have rather packed up and left, the visual of seeing this large, scaled equine laying on her back before him was quite the sight, and the lingering scents of their combined arousal remained thick in the air between them like a cloud or fog. His cock, still soaked from her thick fluids mixed with his own seed, found itself unraveling a second time to drool a mix of precum and semen into a puddle beneath him. He grunted and nickered at himself, feeling like he had somehow been defeated or tricked into a second round. But, just like the first round, it didn't take much for him to convince himself that this was a good thing and that he wanted it as much as Roanne.

Stallions weren't known for their stamina per encounter, but were known for multiple, rapid-fire sessions one right after another. Had he not been so focused on the task at hand, he could have mated with Roanne thrice in sequence, then taken Blue Bell, and had another go at Roanne before considering himself spent. This was not uncommon for equines, but he had no idea if this was regular for a hybrid.

Curious and eager, he tiptoed his way in closer, lowering his head to press his muzzle up against her lips. He nuzzled and lipped at her, gently easing his tongue between her folds to part her ever so slightly, revealing the salmon pink flesh inside, followed by a gentle flow of thick, marbled fluid comprised of his seed and her natural lubricant.

He hungrily licked it up, lapping at her folds and cradling his tongue underneath her sex to capture as much as he could. Though he wasn't usually the type to do that - at least not with a stranger - he felt like he was obligated to be a gentleman stallion, as he was representing the crown and wanted to make a good impression upon her, and one of the best ways to do that was through proper oral care.

As he nuzzled in, licking and lapping at her soft, scaled lips and the creamy mess that was trickling out, he saw her clit throb and push out between his nostrils, almost like a wink. Not quite, but close. He could tell, based on that split second of tension he felt in her loins wrapping around his muzzle that she probably possessed the means to wink, but had been so inexperienced that she either forgot how or wasn't comfortable with it.

Either way, he knew that he had a long way to go before he truly and deeply pleasured her the way he knew he could. After licking his lips clean of the mess - while still leaving some of their combined mess oozing out of her as lubricant - he pulled away and reared up high, landing with his forelegs on either side of her thick belly, daintily balancing on chunks of rubble on either side of her. He stared down into her violet eyes with a smile and a nicker as his cock throbbed and tensed up, slapping against his belly to splatter fluids up between them.

Roanne slithered her body down towards him, backwards along the pile of rubble to better invite him into her. With a grunt and a whimper, her clit winked and a flow of thick fluids trickled out from behind it, soaking her lips and washing away much of the seed that had been leaking out. She stared back into Furia's cool blue eyes, then blushed and looked away, too shy to be that intimate.

This time, Furia had no problem easing into her. All he had to do was relax and lean forward and his bulbous tip popped between her lips, sliding deep into her with one fluid motion. She stared up at him and he stared back as they both paused, bodies frozen in place and cock half submerged in her depths. The only movement came from their beating hearts creating a throbbing in their respective loins that pumped more fluid between them. After what felt like only a few seconds, Furia kicked off the ground and pushed up harder into her, bucking his hips and slapping his sheath to her vulva with an audibly delightful squelch followed by a gentle pattering slap.

He went much slower this time, to be more compassionate. Rather than buck wildly like a feral stallion, he went slower while moving his spine in waves. The touch of his furred belly against her ventral scales was oddly pleasant, and when combined with the sultry motions of his member thrusting in and out, pumping against Roanne's sex, he found he was enjoying himself far more than expected.

Roanne grunted and pushed back, loins tensing to squeeze him tight and keep him inside. Though she was trying to pleasure him, give him that orgasmic delight she knew pure equine mares offered their stallions, the constriction of her depths only served to push out the pool of deeply entrenched seed from his first mounting of her in a sputtering mess that coated the both of them in white. Again, she seemed embarrassed at this exposure of her most intimate parts, but the longer the two shared in each other's embrace, the more comfortable she became and the less she was concerned.

Her confidence also pushed Furia to the next level, as he had been holding off while his stamina recharged. At first, he was slow, gently thrusting against her with his sheath slapping heavy against her scaled lips, but he wasn't gunning for a quick orgasm because he hadn't because he was still building up his followup seed for her. Now that she was eager, and he had taken a few minutes to slowly regain his volume and vigor, he roughly began to slam himself up into her repeatedly, each at the apex of a spine-length wave of tension.

His new rhythm worked well, as he was able to thrust and slam and pump his body against her while his seed spattered out from between his shaft and her lips; he was able to pleasure Roanne well, but wasn't in danger of finishing before he was sure she was satisfied. However, this was all upseated when he felt a familiar sensation prodding between his hind legs and cradling his ball sack. It was Blue Bell, having finally decided to join in with him! She slipped in between his hind legs to follow his cock to Roanne's pussy, where she was hungrily lapping at the flesh between them, cleaning the seed as fast as it seeped out of her.

With an intensity that bolstered his desires, Furia sped up once again, getting rougher and more aggressive with Roanne while also being careful to not slap Blue Bell with his balls or knock her off balance with his inner thighs. The angle he quickly found was perfect, as his member was able to slide through the hybrid mare's tight passage from tip to base, feeling the tug of her constriction and the resistance of her clenching with every motion. The added friction complimented by the thick fluids she oozed was perfect, and he quickly found himself on the verge of climax once again.

He intended to pull out, to cool off, or to hold back in order to better satisfy her - he was very intent on pleasuring his partners regardless of his history with them - but the sensation of his mate's tongue and lips wrapped around his shaft combined with the tightness of Roanne's depths proved to be too much for him to resist.

Furia threw his head back and bucked in as deep as he could, forcing Blue Bell to scramble out from under him to get away from his aggressive motions, only to dive back in a moment later when his cock started throbbing and pumping seed deep into the hybrid's depths.

His urethral ridge tensed and pulsated as spurt after spurt of ejaculate burst into Roanne, his flare once again expanded to full girth within her, barely held in place as her pelvic muscles constricted him one final time. Exhausted, he shifted backwards and hopped off the larger mare, leaving her lips parted and leaking his seed all over her plump tailhole and the rubble in which she'd been laying. The moment his cock tip sucked out of her with an audible pop and guttural squelch, Blue Bell leaned in and started cleaning up for him using her tongue to slide between her lips.

The stallion finally stood tall and tried to flip his mane back again, but found that the once majestic hairs were slightly tangled and messy. He couldn't do anything with it, so he didn't bother wasting his time with it, even as his slime and seed coated cock shriveled and tugged itself back up into his thick, meaty sheath. Amidst a gentle panting, he smiled over at Roanne while Blue Bell continued licking up his excess, leaking seed.

Roanne chuckled and chirped gently, mixing that in with a more equine nicker. "I think I am, yes." She conceded, but didn't move from her position on her back until Blue Bell finished cleaning her up. Once the pony mare had slipped out from behind her, she rolled over onto all fours and shook off the debris and bits of rubble from her wings. "I'll fly, and I'll meet you there." She then leapt into the sky and spread her wings, catching an updraft before flapping her way over the treeline to disappear.

Furia tried to give a moment's chase to stop her from doing that, but quickly realized that there was no chance he could possibly keep up. Once he skidded to a stop, he turned to see Blue Bell trotting up behind him.

"I think she's gone, and she's not coming back." His mate said in a cool voice. "That makes our job a whole lot easier, and I really don't think we need to go back to the castle, we should really go onto our next destination."

"You're probably right. No point in wasting a day walking back to the capital if she's just gonna wait for us. I seem to recall the intelligence briefing saying that there was a family of cockatrices in a cave system to the far west in the escarpment. Good place to go next?"

Blue Bell nodded, then glanced back over to the gardens and the basket full of harvested vegetables while her mouth watered. "So, can I eat her peppers now? They looked really tasty and I don't think she has any need of them if she's going to be dining in luxury at the castle."

Furia chuckled and nodded. "Go ahead, I guess. And do tell me how well fresh plucked peppers taste with an appetizer of stallion." He winked at her, grinning.

The rest of their ambassador quest was going to be a wonderful time for them, alone in the Arrenthen Basin, doling out diplomatic generosity to the unfortunate hybrid refugees. A great trip indeed.