Chapter 5: New Blood
#5 of Teaching Blueblood
Blueblood meets his new guards. Will new friendships help him overcome his prejudice?
Blueblood was not satisfied with his new guards. It was bad enough that one was a gryphon and the rest were filthy commoners with not a penny to their names, but he soon learned that they wouldn't even be following his orders. They had been ordered to keep an eye on him, as though he were a stubborn child that needed three foalsitters to keep him out of trouble.
The first guard, a unicorn named Crossfire, was a veritable mountain of muscle. Blueblood had expected at least one of the group to look that way. He was also cheerful and talkative, which was not expected. Blueblood was used to his servants being silent and obedient, not loud and boisterous. The unicorn met him at the door to the dining hall and ushered him inside, then looked around to make sure that he wasn't followed.
"You might as well sit down," a pegasus said from one of the tables. He looked sleek and agile, with a light blue coat that complimented his darker mane perfectly. "A unicorn ought to be able to tell when we're being watched. Don't you have some kind of fancy magic for that?"
"Doesn't mean we can afford to be careless," Crossfire said as he escorted Blueblood to the table. "Nice to meet you," he said, and grabbed the prince's hoof in a firm shake. "I'd say something like "your princeliness", but I guess your nobility has been temporarily revoked."
A gryphon sitting at the table rolled her eyes. A mostly empty bowl of ice cream sat in front of her. "You mean "your highness"?" she asked.
"Something like that," Crossfire said with a wink at Blueblood. "This makes introductions easier, at least. I'm Crossfire, the hen over there is Gina, and my buddy's name is Slipstream."
Gina reached over and smacked the unicorn on his shoulder. Blueblood took a moment to look her over and immediately disliked what he saw. She was obviously letting herself go, as the pudge around her belly indicated. Most of it was centered around her hips and midsection. Her thighs, chest, and shoulders were all far too muscular for his liking. "Not that I'd ever be tempted by a filthy gryphon," he thought darkly.
"They're all going to start calling me that if you keep doing it," she said. Blueblood couldn't help but stare at her bicep as she flexed her arm. "You just ignore him, Blueblood. He's got a big mouth. Nice to meet you." She grabbed his hoof in much the same was as Crossfire, with a grip that was nearly as strong. Blueblood's delicate foreleg was beginning to hurt.
"Slipstream," said the last guard. "Charmed."
Blueblood discretely wiped his hoof off under the table. "I'm sure," he said delicately. "I take it that you three are aware of my...condition?"
"Sure," Gina said, polishing off her snack with one final bite. "Celestia was really honest about the whole thing. It's mostly just our job to make sure you don't try to use any of that dangerous magic again."
"That's why I'm here!" Crossfire said proudly. "The moment you try any of that transformation bullshit, I'll shut you down."
"Language!" Gina snapped.
Blueblood rolled his eyes as they began to bicker, and noticed Slipstream doing the same. "They do that a lot," the pegasus said. "They don't mean it. Listen and you'll see."
He did, and Blueblood was surprised to find that Gina and Crossfire weren't fighting so much as verbally sparring. They traded barbed words like a pair of old friends, slowly edging closer to each other all the while. "Disgusting," Blueblood thought as they finally stopped pretending to fight. Since they were in public, Crossfire contented himself with gently nudging her foot with his hoof. It was a pitiful attempt at covering up the truth of their relationship. "Why bother?" Blueblood wondered. "Celestia is perfectly aware of this, isn't she? Did she not tell them?"
"Anyway," Slipstream said, "We're all here for a reason. This is as much for us as it is for you, since most of us could use the experience." "So Celestia is assigning me a group of inexperienced fools instead of worthy defenders," Blueblood thought. "Lovely."
Blueblood remembered the words of his aunt's letter: "'I would dearly love to see you make some new friends.' As you wish, Aunt Celly. Perhaps if I make an honest effort my punishment will be more bearable." He adopted a big, fake smile and grabbed Slipstream's hoof in his own. "Lovely to meet you," he said, his voice oozing with false affection.
Slipstream seemed nervous rather than pleased. "Don't pretend to like us," he said. "No, really. Stop it. That smile's giving me the creeps."
Blueblood's "creepy" smile vanished and was immediately replaced by a look of shock. "Look at him," Gina said through a fit of giggles. "He's never had anypony talk to him that way. He's speechless."
The former prince glared at her, trying to think of an appropriate response. To his utter shock, he couldn't. "I-I supposed that I am," he admitted, and Crossfire began laughing as well. Even Slipstream began chuckling, though he tried to hide it.
"This really isn't so bad," Blueblood thought. Almost against his will, he began to laugh too.
Blueblood's new guard detail spent several hours talking with their new charge in the dining hall. Crossfire promised him that he was in good hooves, and tried to make his point with a few clearly falsified tales of bravery and heroics. Gina quietly burst his bubble several times, though nopony knew if she thought he was getting a big head or if she just wanted a laugh.
Slipstream was mostly content to sit and listen. He interjected occasionally, but told no stories of his own. He was probably just trying to seem mysterious, but the attempt just made Blueblood want to ask for a more interesting guard to be assigned this duty.
"At least two of them are somewhat entertaining," Blueblood thought. "Celestia could probably have chosen worse...though, not by much. I don't mind Crossfire, but I don't know about his hen. She could do with a diet plan."
Eventually, Blueblood had to go, and said goodbye to his new acquaintances. Calling them friends was probably a bit too much, but he found them...tolerable. That was the beginning of friendship, right? Tolerable-ness?
Crossfire, Slipstream, and Gina decided to examine their quarters, which were situated across the hall from the former prince's. Gina and Crossfire had each been assigned individual rooms, and they were noticeably unhappy about it. The kind of relationship they had was technically not allowed between guards, and they didn't want to risk their jobs by seeing each other. Slipstream suggested that they could have a talk with Blueblood, who was the only other pony in this part of the castle. If he promised not to tell, then it would be easy to keep their relationship a secret.
For now, they just had to make do. None of them had many possessions to move, but they did it with the efficiency of trained guardsponies (and one guardsgryphon). Slipstream finished first and quickly excused himself, saying that he was going to make use of the castle's gym.
"So, what do you think?" Gina asked when he was gone. "This seems like a pretty easy job, right?"
"Sure," Crossfire agreed. "Babysitting sounds awfully boring, though."
Gina nodded in agreement. "Could be worse. We're stationed together, at least." She nodded to her door after making sure that they were alone. "You know, his Royal Bratiness will probably be busy for a while, and Slipstream essentially just told us that he would look the other way."
"And how exactly would you propose we spend our time alone?" Crossfire crooned into her ear. Gina giggled and grabbed him around the collar of his armor. She forcefully pulled him into her room, a goofy grin plastered across his face.
He loved it when his gryphon got pushy.
Having sex with a gryphon was a bit like making love to a pincushion, or so Crossfire often claimed. There were sharp objects on the end of every limb, and he occasionally poked himself on one if he wasn't careful. Gina, meanwhile, had often pointed out the hypocrisy of a unicorn calling somepony else pointy.
After locking the door firmly behind him, Crossfire had allowed himself to be pulled onto the bed and forced onto his back. Gina ripped off his armor, her nimble fingers doing an even better job than his magic could.
She had once scolded him for undressing himself. She had likened it to opening up somepony else's Hearth's Warming present. When she finally had him naked, she allowed him to remove her own armor and carefully lay it down on the rug. They had to be careful to avoid causing any scratches or dents, lest somepony ask why the armor hadn't been put away properly. "I was about to get laid" was not going to work as an excuse.
Gina ground herself against his shaft, eliciting exactly the reaction she wanted. "I think I've fallen behind in my exercise routine," she muttered. "Look at how big my butt is getting."
Crossfire chuckled at a joke that only they would get. "You look good to me," he said, and ran his hooves over her strong arms. "You haven't gained that much weight. Some ponies like a good hooffull."
His lover paused for a moment, and the naughty smile faded from her face. "Are you sure?" she asked in a voice that was barely above a whisper. "We joke about it, but I...I wonder sometimes. Are you sure that I'm not eating too much?"
"I'm positive," Crossfire said. He gently rolled over so that she could lay on her side and pulled her into one of their mismatched kisses. His lips were soft and flexible, while her beak was almost completely unyielding. It had made getting to first base very interesting when they'd first started dating.
Crossfire's hooves roamed over her body while they kissed, caressing both her muscle and the few soft areas that she had recently acquired. Gina had always been sensitive about her weight, even before gaining a few pounds. He had always felt like it was his duty to show her how attractive she really was. It was a job that he took very seriously.
Gina cooed happily as his hooves did their work. She was always surprised at how dexterous ponies could be, given that they had no fingers. She, however, did have them, and she wasn't shy about using them. One of her clawed "hands" was gently coaxing her mate's tool from its sheathe, while the other played with his mane. She wound it around her fingers, tugging at it gently in that teasing way that he loved.
It didn't take much effort to get his member to expose itself. Crossfire groaned as he slid out of his sheathe, and she began to carefully work her digits over his shaft. "Mares and their hooves can go to Tartarus," the stallion groaned. "Fingers are the best."
Gina laughed and, after a moment's contemplation, straddled his barrel with her hind legs. "I think I'm ready," she said, and lined his head up with her pussy. She slowly lowered herself, accepting his familiar shape with only a hint of hesitation.
Crossfire was already trembling before she had even taken half of him. "You're always so tight," he grunted. "Is that just a gryphon thing?"
"Could be that you're shaped like a damn soda can," Gina said as their hips met. It was a bit of an exaggeration, but gryphons were certainly shaped differently than ponies. Crossfire's stallionhood was typical of his species, sitting comfortably on the upper end of average, but it was very different from what she was built for.
That didn't mean she didn't enjoy herself, of course. Gina carefully bounced on top of her lover, grunting as she got more accustomed to him. When they had first tried to have sex, she could have sworn that he was going to rip her open. Now, several months later, the fit was only pleasantly snug. She was getting used to it, and she was damn proud of herself.
Crossfire's hooves brushed her stomach, and Gina's rhythm was suddenly thrown off. She squirmed slightly in his grip, uncomfortable with the layer of fat she had built up. Sensing her discomfort, Crossfire yanked her down into another kiss and, without warning, pushed her onto her side. He then carefully rolled her over and let his hooves roam over her body, paying special attention to the areas she wasn't quite comfortable with. He whispered into he ear, telling her how much he loved every single inch of her.
His shaft had slid out of her during the move, and she clicked her beak nervously as he lined himself up again. "C-Careful!" she urged, though he wasn't putting any weight on her. "M-Mind the babeeee_EEEE_!"
Crossfire plunged into her, and she chirped happily as he began rutting her in earnest. His strokes were short and quick, spreading her apart in just the right way. He let go of her forelegs, and she immediately wrapped them around his back. "My stallion," she growled, nuzzling his neck and breathing in his scent. "My big, strong stallion."
They never bothered changing positions. Each had what they wanted, and neither wanted to stop for long enough to move around on the bed. Gina's claws dug into her mate's back, but not quite hard enough to break the skin. She had learned to avoid doing that after the first few times, though Crossfire had a few scars to remind him of their first wild night together.
Time passed, but neither knew how much. "G-Getting close," Crossfire warned, and Gina wrapped her hind legs around his lower back. He slowed down a little, and made sure that no pressure was being put on her stomach.
Several hard thrusts later, he came. Gina squawked happily, enjoying the sensation of being filled with his seed. Male gryphons didn't produce nearly as much as ponies, and she had come to love the feeling of him gushing inside of her.
After he was done, Crossfire pushed her down onto the bed sheets so that he could move a little faster. Gina felt her own climax quickly approaching, and would have screamed if the unicorn hadn't clamped a hoof over her beak. Her walls squelched around his dick, squeezing it like a vice and forcing some of his cum out onto the bed sheets. Her legs tightened around him, and she shivered as an orgasm rocked her.
Once she was done, Gina tugged Crossfire down beside her and practically smothered herself trying to cuddle up next to him. Her post-coital behavior had been a surprise at first, but over the last few months the stallion had gotten used to it. Gryphons were generally rough while doing the deed, but big on cuddling after. He couldn't say that he minded.
"We shouldn't fall asleep," Gina said tiredly. "It's been a long day, but we can't let anypony catch us like this." Crossfire nodded in agreement. One of his hooves stroked the feathers on her head, while the other slowly drifted lower down her back. "No," Gina whimpered as the flesh beneath his hoof gradually changed from hard muscle to...well, more hard muscle, but it was covered with an inch of fat.
"Yes," Crossfire said simply. His hoof traced down her ass and over her thickening hips, then came to rest on her belly.
Gina sniffled a bit. "I wish it were yours," she whispered, hiding her face against his neck. She _hated_crying in front of anypony, even her own mate.
Crossfire gently lifted her chin so that he could see her face. "It is mine," he said, and kissed her tenderly on the beak. "It'll be mine in every way that matters. After another kiss, Gina buried her face in the indentation just below his collar bone. She was able to fight the urge to fall asleep, but his gentle massaging was keeping her very relaxed. After a few minutes, a low rumble built up deep in her chest. Crossfire smiled as his mate began to purr at his touch.
There's a tag for "snuggles"? Seriously? How is that different from cuddling? Unless we're talking about a bear that tries to sell me fabric softener, in which case I had no idea that character has such a following with erotic fanfiction. Where...where was I? Oh, right. The picture. Let me tell you, it was almost impossible to settle on one, but in the end Avante won out. You might also like Ecmajor. I was going to use that picture because the characters aren't anthro here, but I changed my mind at the last minute.
Also, cuddling afterward is totally my fetish.