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“What are your plans for today, m'lady?"

The question was a matter of morning routine for Alba and Theo, and it would have seemed a presumptuous thing for a human to ask of his betters, but as he was her guardian he was allowed the privilege of addressing her thus. Not that Alba stood on formalities, especially with Theo.

“A light one, thank the Gods…" the mare said with a happy little nicker. Ever since she'd grown old enough to be presented to the court as a lady she found the demands on her time were a little absurd. True, she was the princess and her parents' heir but surely not every little function demanded her presence? Otherwise, how had the kingdom endured while she was growing up? “After breakfast I have my lessons with Dominic and after that I'm free to spend my afternoon with Ana…"

“The Lady Anastasia?"

“You know her heckles rise when you call her that!" Alba said with a smile.

“That is why I usually address her as 'my lady'. It would be improper for me to assume familiarity with someone of her station."

Alba ceded him that point. She certainly wasn't much one for formalities, and she suspected her lady-in-waiting was even less keen on them. But then again neither of them were human. There was a reason that one human was even now patiently waiting on her while another, Dara, diligently brushed her fur, bringing out the sheen in the bay mare's coat.

Her kind were referred to simply as the Nobles. Animal-like in appearance but tracing their lineage back to the Gods themselves, as evidenced by the keen minds their feral counterparts lacked, and the magic burning within their souls. Well, in her case it was still just being kindled, which is why she was taking lessons. Alba's mother was a renowned healer, one rumored to dispel pestilence with a mare swish of her tail, and the young mare knew she had quite a legacy to live up to.

She also liked the idea of helping the humans who served them all so diligently. For it wasn't sorcery that raised their cities and their palaces, but human labor. More to the point, human hands, something her kind notably lacked. And it was thanks to the dedication of her servants that Alba never felt such a lack. Anything she needed was done for her, often by Theo who was almost always at her side.

He was only a few years older than her, but the two had been together for ages now. He was still in training when he became her servant, but the captain of the Royal Guard had assured her parents that the boy had the makings of an excellent swordsman and was a perfect candidate to be the young princess' bodyguard. Theo had become her servant then, since her parents though it would help the two form a bond.

In truth, the mare though of Theo as a life-long friend, despite the social gap between them. And she suspected the human male felt much the same, even though he was much more mindful of his station, making sure to never appear too familiar with his princess. That attitude tended to frustrate her every now and again, but not today.

The day promised to be wonderful, and Alba found herself shuddering under Dara's touch as the girl worked diligently to bring out the deep-caramel shine of her coat. Her long black mane had already been combed out to one side and the breeze slipping through the open window carried all the wonderfully vital scents of mid-spring.

After she was done, the girl draped the princess in her gown – a simple garment of fine lace the color of sea foam that went around the mare's neck and across the top of her back, with fringes hanging to partly cover her shoulders and haunches. As with most clothes Nobles wore (if they chose to wear any at all) the aim was to merely accentuate their natural beauty rather than hide it. She'd always found human concepts of modesty odd, but then again they were all more profoundly naked than her kind was. A tail, the mare felt, did a good enough job of covering up anything that wasn't to be shown to just anyone…

“We'll go for a walk in the countryside…" she announced, inspired by the fragrant breeze. “After the rain we had yesterday the meadows will be covered in freshly opened blossoms. Let's hope the weather holds…".

*******

Alba had found herself fidgeting all through her lessons, a fact that had not gone unnoticed by Dominic. The old goat had urged to focus on her studies, reminding her that it was her duty to nurture the magical potential she had, so as to better serve the kingdom one day. The admonishment had worked on her and the young mare had dutifully listened to his lecture and performed the little tasks he'd set before her.

Still, she had to fight the urge to trot out of the classroom by the time the lesson was finished with. She found Theo waiting for her outside, the smell of soap still clinging to him telling her he'd used the time she spent in study to train in the yard. He always made sure to bathe afterwards, obviously worried the smell of his sweat might offend his princess. Not that Alba had ever complained. The human's scent was a familiar, welcome thing, and even though Theo didn't seem to realize it, her keen nose could pick it up even own his own couldn't.

Nor did she mind seeming him work a sweat up. She'd watched him several times in the yard as he practiced swordplay with the other guards. It always amazed her how nimble humans were on their two legs. One would think it would take every ounce of concentration to simply remain upright! When she'd been a filly she'd secretly tried standing on her hind legs just to see what it was like, and after some practice even managed to take a few steps before landing on all fours again.

But the men and women of the guard did more than just stand and walk on their two legs. There was a fluid grace to their movements as they lunged or dodged during their sparring. Theo in particular always looked quite energetic, more often than not forcing his opponent to yield. Alba wondered if he really was the best fighter of the lot or if it was her presence that inspired him. Did he imagine his fellow guards were black-hearted villains out to get his princess and that his sword was all that stood between her and some dark fate?

Well, that's certainly what I like to imagine…

The truth was Theo had never needed to protect her, the sight of him armed and armored apparently being enough to cow any would-be attacker. And as much as she enjoyed watching him practice, she was glad she never had the opportunity to see him in action. She knew he was trained and sworn to give his life in her defense, but hoped that day would never come.

Besides, her kind always had other uses for a pair of hands than swinging a sword or holding a shield, and it was to such a use Theo's hands had been put that afternoon. The weather had remained sunny and the four of them had a nice long walk – she with Theo and Ana with Tobias, her own servant. But while Theo walked in a quilted vest and a slender blade at his hip, Tobi was unarmed.

Anastasia's kin had no quarrels about humans serving as their watchmen and soldiers, but were too proud to walk around with a personal bodyguard. And Alba saw some sense in that. Ana was always good-natured and outgoing, but every smile of hers showed off a mouthful of glittering teeth, motivation enough for anyone seeing it to do anything in their power to keep the owner of such jaws in a good mood.

Alba had gone bare-coated for the walk, the same as Ana, although she did it by choice. The wolfess had a gorgeous coat, but her fur was fluffy where the mare's was sleek and no item of clothing ever really suited her. Instead the wolfess put her servant to work braiding the flowers they'd picked into a long wreath she wore around her neck, as well as two tiny ones that she'd hung from her pointy ears.

As pretty as her friend looked in her floral finery, Alba had Theo carry hers in a basket, preferring to decorate her room in the fragrant blossoms, rather than her body. He also knew there was more than flowers catching the princess' eye, and every once in a while he would bend over to pick a bit of wild sorrel or patience dock or even a few early sprigs of mint. The mare appreciated the thoughtful gestures, especially since she doubted Theo fully understood just how delectable leafy greens were to her when they were fresh off the plant. Still, grazing was considered quite uncouth where being fed ones food by human servants was the societal norm for her kind.

They'd stayed out quite late, and were casting long shadows by the time they made their way back to the castle. Once there, Alba let Theo join the other guards in the mess hall while she went to her room to wait on the diner bell. He'd sit with her then since as her bodyguard it was his privilege to feed her during mealtimes, and it was considered common courtesy to let the servants dine first so they wouldn't be hungry while they watched their masters and mistresses dine.

The princess made her way to her room and stood in front of a mirror, assessing any damage her walk may have caused to her appearance. The mare looking back at her seemed as well-groomed as the one that had left for the walk – the wind was gentle enough and hadn't tangled her mane or blown any dust on to her shimmering coat. She wondered if she should wear anything, but there were no guests visiting them so diner would not be formal, allowing her to dine in nothing but her coat. No need to bother Dara then…

She was about to leave when one long ear picked up a curious noise to her left. Her room had two doors apart from the entrance – the right one led to the small quarters where Theo slept, while the one on her left led to Ana's room. Since the wolfess was both her lady-in-waiting and a very dear friend the door was more of a formality. With that in mind Alba didn't feel she was doing anything wrong by getting a little closer to it, her pointed ears swiveling to catch any more strange noises.

Now that she was standing next to it she could hear grunting coming from the other side of the thick wood. Quite suggestive, and once the voice began to utter an occasional word here and there she could place it. It's Tobias! And he's…

She felt her face heat up as she realized what those noises meant. Tobias had a girl in there and they were mating! The princess found she had a little trouble catching her breath for some reason. Part of her told her she should give the coupling humans privacy and that eavesdropping was no kind of way for a lady of her stature to behave.

On the other hoof, if Tobias had been in his own quarters she wouldn't have heard him. The wicked boy must be fornicating in his mistress' room, perhaps on her very bed! That, she felt, gave her an obligation to gather some more information on the goings on, so she could faithfully report them to Ana and leave her to discipline her randy servant.

Of course, even her ears weren't keen enough to hear whether it was happening on the wolfess bed, something she considered an important detail. With that in mind she carefully nudged the door with her muzzle, letting it open until she could get her head through and have a look. She'd never seen humans copulate, and if pressed she would admit there was a certain curiosity burning in her chest.

She also wondered what sort of girl Tobias had managed to woo. The human was quite a contrast to her own servant. Theo was the oldest of the four, albeit by only a few years, and looked very much a man grown. He stood close to seven feet and rigorous training had filled his broad-shouldered frame with quite a lot of muscle. By contrast, Tobias still had a lanky body and one Alba suspected would never be a match for Theo's.

The difference didn't stop there. Her bodyguard had fair skin where Tobias seemed to have a slight tan even in winter, when most humans turned a little pale. And his hair was a tousle of loose black curls that did a nice job of framing his still boyish face. By contrast, Theo's features were sharper, his chin stronger and jawline more pronounced, giving him a handsome and fierce appearance. His straw-colored hair was almost completely straight and often tied back to keep it out of the way, like most guards did while on duty. Alba still liked to tease him now and again by telling him how he had to choose between having either a mane or a pony-tail while she had both!

But the thing she loved about her guard was his imposing size and strength. Even though she knew she out-weighed the human, Theo cut such an imposing figure that standing next to him she felt very feminine and dainty despite her size. After a particularly grueling training session she'd asked him half-jokingly why he was so eager to grow stronger still. Once he caught his breath he'd joked back, saying he wanted to be able to whisk her away in his arms in case of danger. They'd both shared a nervous giggle at the thought, but Alba had been thankful that unlike the human she had her fur to hide her blush.

The door was slowly but surely sliding open and the crack would soon be enough to admit the head of a curious bay mare. While she awaited her opportunity, Alba wondered what sort of female Tobias had in there. Was it a young, waifish thing, all blushes and coy smiles? Or maybe he'd set his sights on one of the more buxom women, such as those who worked in the castle's kitchens?

She figured it was the former, since a grown woman would have the sense to take the boy in some out-of-the-way pantry, rather than his Lady's chambers. A sharp feminine gasp confirmed her suspicions. Whoever it was, they were certainly enjoying themselves. Even though Alba, being unwed and thus chaste, had little experience, she had excellent hearing, and that noise had been dripping in unmistakable girlish delight.

Slowly she pushed her head in, her nostrils flaring at the strange musky scent filling the room. The fragrance, combined as it was with the lewd noises was admittedly quite invigorating, making the princess all the more eager to catch a little glimpse. The two were on the bed, all right, with Tobias' back conveniently turned towards her. She could see the boy's tan limbs, bare and shining under a thin layer of sweat. She could also see his hips pumping away at the female under him but was denied a glimpse of his rump because a bushy tail was lovingly curled up along it.

Alba stood frozen and breathless once she realized just who was under the pumping youth. Ana! Ana was… with her human! She suddenly ducked her head back into her own room, hiding behind the door as she tried to get her breath back but do it as quietly as possible. The wolfess had exceptional hearing, but princess wasn't sure if she heard anything other than her… well, apparently lover.

She hadn't seen much, but the glimpse had burned itself in her brain. Tobias grunting and pumping while the wolfess' tail remained curled up lovingly along his behind, as if she was jealous at the mere thought of another female seeing her boy. Alba had never heard such of a thing – a Noble and a human together like that? And it could only have been initiated by the wolfess. Tobias couldn't have forced the fierce lupine if he'd wanted to, but she got the impression that Ana didn't really have to do any forcing either.

A yip from her friend made her pop her head back in, although she wasn't kidding herself. That hadn't been a pained sound. The mare was now openly staring, unable to muster the willpower to turn her back on the pair and forget she ever saw this. She knew that she should do just that, that it was what a lady should do. But Ana isn't acting like a lady, and look at the fun she's having… an impish little voice seemed to whisper in her ear.

That helped her rationalize things. After all, if they weren't ashamed of doing something so wickedly depraved, why should she feel shame for having a little look? Not that she could see all that much. Ana's bushy tail kept the most intimate parts hidden, but she could catch a few details that seemed to make her heart beat faster.

She saw the wolfess' hind legs splayed in the air, the limbs occasionally twitching in a very suggestive manner to the mare whose imagination was now in overdrive. And her front paws were folded across Tobias' back, a few faint pinkish lines visible where the amorous she-wolf had given her lover a few scratches.

*******

“Someone might- unh!- might hear…" Tobias husked, worried that his lady was getting a bit too vocal.

“Then you better rut me harder. The sooner I finish the sooner we'll stop making all these scandalous little noises…" the wolfess replied softly, gently licking her lover's neck as he pumped away between her legs.

In truth Tobi was doing a marvelous job, as always, and if she could she'd be yipping with joy right now. But this situation called for discretion, so she settled for throaty little growls now and again. Pressed against her as he was, her human mate would be able to feel the rumbling in her chest, and the almost feral noises tended to wake something animalistic in him.

Her keen ears picked up on every little noise they were making far better than Tobias' round lobes could hope to. The creaks of the wooden bed they were rutting on, the young man's pants and gasps, as well as the deliciously moist sounds coming from further down. Her spade was wrapped lovingly around the human's smooth cock, pulsing around it every now and again and forcing Tobi to stifle a moan.

She wasn't in heat so their lovemaking had a pleasantly playful pace, rather than the desperate rutting she demanded from the boy when nature fanned the flames within her loins. The sensations were different as well. During those days her lips would swell and Tobi's shaft would seem thicker as it penetrated her heat-soaked sex. The sensations during that time were always electric as her spade wrapped itself around the human member, making the clit hidden within her tri-fold lips press firmly against it.

It would all be about the motion then – long, vigorous thrusts that would glide along her little buzzer and make her head spin, her body tensed in a sort of coital paralysis as it awaited the moment of ultimate release. But taking Tobi when she was out of season had its charms as well. Thrusting was less important and with her spade relaxed she could savor the sensation of the human cock rubbing the silky walls of her sex as her body caressed the male trapped within it.

Those were more playful sessions that lacked the urgency heat inspired. She could pay more attention to her lover – rewarding him with little licks and kisses, whispering lovingly into his round ears, or just nibbling on them. She shook her tail a little knowing that curved around Tobi's rear as it was it would tickle him quite intimately. The moment she did she was rewarded with a soft grunt from her lover as well as a flexing of the member gently pumping away between her legs.

And there were always her claws. They were quite dull compared to a feline's but Ana still made sure to be careful with them. That didn't mean she didn't enjoy leaving a few pink-red lines on Toby's soft, bare skin, something she suspected the human also enjoyed. Every time she gave him a little rake, he would either buck into her, or if he was already hilted grind his crotch against the spade pulsing around his length.

She liked to tease Tobi that she was marking him in case some other Lady got it into her head to lure him into her bedroom, but in truth she was confident of the human male's faithfulness. The scratches she made did however give her an excuse to run her tongue over his smooth skin, under the pretext of kissing his 'wounds' better. She enjoyed the taste of her lover and she found he was always particularly delectable just after they made love.

For now she settled for little flicks of her tongue on his neck, cheeks and of course his lips, every now and again slipping past them to wrestle with his own. An unfair fight since the appendage nestled in the wolfess' long muzzle was considerably larger. Her teasing was having an effect – he was muffling grunts rather than moans and his hips worked a little more urgently.

Tobi's strokes were shallow and rapid, which is exactly what she preferred when not in heat. During that time, it was all about the sensation of fullness, and while movement was necessary she liked it when Tobi kept as much of himself within her as possible. He would either gently grind against her, hilting himself slowly but with enough force to push her rear forward, or rut her with shallow but rapid thrust like he was doing now.

He was using one of his arms to support himself which irked the wolfess. She'd told him time and time again that she was stronger than she looked and had no trouble supporting his weight on her, but it did no good. Tobi was far too worried about even a possibility of causing her any harm. It would have been touching, but she considered it a waste of a perfectly good hand. Especially since the other one was doing such marvelous work!

She let out a rumble of contentment when her lover's fingers traced furrows in her fluffy coat as they ran up her strong neck. Once they reached her head Tobi sought out the sensitive spots behind her ears and Ana could feel one of her hind legs kicking empty air as those deft digits began their assault. As a pup she'd always enjoyed scratching herself back there, but it was considered very uncouth behavior for a young lady, and under her mother's watchful eye she was broken of her little habit.

Tobi had found the spot by accident and reignited her long-lost love affair with ear scratches, and since she was already doing things with him she shouldn't be, the wolfess decide to go all the way. And like with other spots on her body where touching herself felt nice, it felt so much better having someone else give her ears a good scratch.

“I'm -ngh!- I'm close…" Tobi panted out, although Ana could already tell by the way his cock was throbbing within her, tensed as her lover did his best not to cum before his mistress did.

“So am I. Come on, as hard as you can. You – ah!- know what I need…" the wolfess growled lustily, knowing this tone tended to send little shivers running down Tobi's smooth body.

Her lover put both his hands on either side of her head, getting the leverage he needed to really work himself into her. He was barely pulling out and the she-wolf felt her heart speed up at the sensation of his crotch grinding against her spade, the blunt head of his member trying to reach as deep within her as it possibly could.

Her muzzle was parted, moist little pants slipping out of it as her own climax approached, waiting for one little thing to set it off. Tobi could bring her to orgasm in a variety of ways, but there was one that she loved above all else. Her head was tossed back and she felt her lover burry his face in the fur of her neck, huffing into the mass of soft hairs as the tip of his cock swelled within her.

Ana closed her muzzle in time to stifle a full-on howl, turning it into a less raucous but no less sensuous whine while Tobias held himself against her, his smooth-skinned body shuddering as he spent himself within her sex. She was still riding out her climax when she felt the surge of the human's seed inside her, strong pulses filing her with a warmth that seemed to seep into her whole body.

They both took a few seconds to catch their breath before kissing and nuzzling each other in the giddy aftermath of their 'mating'. Not that Tobi could get her with child, but that did little to diminish the joy Ana felt whenever she took his seed. She could feel his shaft drooling the last of its pearly tribute, softening a little but remaining erect as her spade gave a few last loving clenches around the base.

“Ah-ah-ah, where do you think you're going?" she asked, playfully poking her claws into Tobi's back as she felt him try to lift himself off her.

“It's almost dinner time. You will be missed at the table…" he said, but remained where he was, trapped more by Ana's sex than her claws.

“I'll be fashionably late. And just because you don't have a knot doesn't mean I can't keep you inside me for as long as I want…" she whispered into his ear, quickly softening the possessive statement with a loving kiss.

Although she'd never been with a canine, Ana knew for a fact Tobi lacked the bulb at the base of his cock that would keep a wolf trapped within her until his seed has had a chance to find her eggs. She assumed that was the reason why she liked this level of intimacy – keeping her lover in her embrace while her sex did the same to his manhood. She'd also learned that human males, or at least Tobias, were very sensitive down there just after they finish, and that just by clenching her inner muscles she could get the human to make the most endearing little noises.

“You shouldn't be so quick to pull it out. I often worry about your poor little member. Without a sheath to go back into it must feel terribly cold. Don't you think you owe it to him to keep him somewhere snug and warm for as long as you can?"

Tobias replied to that by pressing his lips against her muzzle and kissing her deeply. As her tail began to wag, she reflected on how well she'd trained him – if he wanted her to stop teasing him he needed to make sure her mouth was too busy to do so. He was right, of course, and now that this hunger had been satisfied, the wolfess felt another needed sating. Of course, they'd have to make themselves presentable first…

*******

It had been the most difficult diner in Alba's memory. Ana and her servant seemed strangely adept at brushing off their little carnal encounter, and looking at them one would never guess what they'd been up to minutes before. The she-wolf was sitting there wearing the flowery bands Tobi had woven for her, and the mare realized the wild blossoms were doing quite a good job masking any remnants of more intimate scents.

Not that the pair hadn't been thorough. She had to avert her eyes from the two as the sight of them cleaning up swam before her eyes. She'd known that as a wolf Ana was a good deal more limber than she was, but she'd still watched in awe and no small amount of jealousy as the lupine bent over until her tongue could reach the messy spade under her tail. She only grew more jealous when Tobias leaned forward and joined his mistress in her labors.

Well, that was the reality of it. After all, she couldn't be missing all that much by not being able to…reach, could she? And the mare knew for a fact she couldn't. When she'd been leaving fillyhood behind she'd spent some embarrassing time trying to get at least a good glimpse of what she knew academically was her developing femininity, but all she accomplished was to spin around in a small circle, desperately chasing her tail until she got dizzy. Well, she may have been chasing more than a glimpse, since a mirror could at least provide her with that…

She wasn't sure if her mother had somehow caught her doing that, but she'd had a talk with her daughter, explaining that as a mare she would be reliant on a stallion to provide her with intimate attentions, once she was wed. It had been a bit of a disappointment for the young princess, but she did her best to weather the changes her body was going through and be patient.

Using magic was out of the question, of course. The Nobles were under a sacred obligation to use those energies for the betterment of the lives of their subjects and the safety of the lands they ruled, and there were strong prohibitions against the frivolous use of such divine gifts. Despite the fact that it would have been a simple enough matter to acquire a suitably-shaped object and practice some simple levitation spells…

But Alba was nothing if not a good, obedient daughter, and as such she'd locked away these bothersome little impulses. And she'd been fine until she saw Ana and Tobi together. Now she got the impression that the thing she'd locked away was rattling the bars of its cage. Before she could spend any more time on that subject, a fork bearing speared leaves and vegetables drifted closer to her muzzle, and she took a bite, sparing Theo a quick glance.

Or what was meant to be a quick, casual glance. Her friend and guardian looked the same as he always did, but the mare found herself strangely struck by the sight of his face. She'd averted her eyes, but not before she felt a slight twinge further back along her body. Quite a bit further, to be precise, and the expression that came over her face prompted her father to ask if she'd bitten her tongue.

No, no, no! Not this again!

The sinister twinge didn't repeat, but that might have been in part due to the hysterical paralysis gripping the mare's body. That hadn't happened in years, and the mare was sure it wouldn't again until her wedding night! Nobody else had caught on despite the fact that the young mare had never felt so naked in her entire life. Her long tail was easily covering up everything that needed covering, but she still found a need to clamp it down, and despite the long hairs now brushing against them her lips remained reasonably well behaved. That is, until she risked another glance at Theo.

Winking! She hadn't done that in years, and now she started doing it again in front of everyone. Worse yet, the flashing of her marehood was usually accompanied by thoughts and urges that made it difficult to concentrate. Or remain dignified. For the most part she'd been able to keep a grip on certain urges, not counting the time she'd succumbed to the temptation of her polished bed-posts. She still blushed whenever she remembered how she'd nudged back against the lacquered wood until her femininity was pressed against it and just winked her little heart out.

And the sight of Theo had brought it on this time! Well, she supposed it was only natural. She'd just witnessed a debauched scene with Ana and her servant, her brain was bound to draw a few awkward parallels. With that in mind, she did her best to get through the meal with as few glances thrown Theo's way as possible. Afterwards she'd have an early night and in the morning her mind would be clear and everything would be back to normal.

As splendid as her plan was, she knew before the sun rose that it had failed. Left to its own devices, her mind had conjured dreams that gave the mare little rest. The interlude she'd witnessed had replayed itself briefly before the cast changed. She took Ana's place, and instead of Tobias…

In place of the she-wolf's servant there had initially been a strange blue-eyed palomino stallion. Strange until her mind began replacing him here and there with Theo. His form seemed to shift in response to her whims, going from equine to human and back again. Well, for the most part. Her mind seemed to keep parts of him decidedly stallionesque…

She'd woken shortly before dawn and knew there was no point in trying to go back to sleep again. The satin sheets that Theo had covered her with were a tangle, evidence of four limbs kicking all through the night. And just the thought of him standing over her as he bid her good night (for all that was worth) made her sex wink.

And he was so close too. Close enough that she could hear him breathing in his sleep if she swiveled an ear in the direction of his room. Just an unlocked door separating them. Her impish lips winked at that thought, and this time the wicked instinct wasn't driving her towards a simple bed-post. There was sure to be something much warmer, but possibly just as hard just beyond that door…

Alba rolled on to her chest, shaking her head as if doing so would dislodge the un-ladylike thought from her mind. All it served to do was to toss her black mane, leaving the princess with no option but to confront her errant desires. She began wondering if they were really all that wrong? Clearly the idea of just barging into Theo's room was, but the mare remembered the scene with Ana and Tobi.

They had seemed quite happy doing what they did, and if Alba hadn't seen them… at it… she never would have suspected. She'd always considered Theo quite handsome, and despite the difference in their species and thus station she felt as close to him as anyone she knew. Would there really be any harm in getting just a little bit closer?

The thought stirred her lips once again, and the mare began to wonder if Theo would feel the same. And if she could stir him to romantic affection, would he be attracted to her as a male is to a female? The thought got her out of bed and in front of her mirror. A quick toss of her head flipped her mane to one side, revealing her long, graceful neck shimmering in the first rays of dawn. A grin of self-satisfaction spread across her muzzle before she bent it into something more demure and alluring.

Even straight out of bed her coat looked pristine, revealing firm curves that would be sure to catch a stallion's eye. But would it do the same to a man's? Would a human note the straightness of her back, the bounce of her body as she trotted or the elegance of her gait when she didn't. And would everything… else… be to his liking?

A thought entered Alba's head and a moment later her ears were swiveling in all directions, making sure the coast was clear. Once she was certain it was, she turned her back to the mirror and with what she considered a flourish hiked her long black tail to the side. She was met with the sight of her dark little teardrop that seemed to take the hint, flashing her a brief wink before settling back down.

Alba fought back the urge to whinny girlishly. She did it – she'd revealed herself and winked with a male not twenty feet away from her! True, he was in another room and not conscious at the time, but it was still the most brazenly seductive thing the mare had ever done. And it was enough to fill her with a resolve to do more. She would, however, have to get some advice from the only person she knew was knowledgeable about it…

*******

“You saw us!?" the wolfess almost barked out, her tail bristling after Alba had just tentatively admitted to witnessing her and Tobi in bed together.

“Don't worry, I haven't told anyone and I'm not going to. You… I just needed to ask you…" she said, or tried to. The she-wolf's nervousness seemed contagious.

“Ask me what?"

“Well, why? And… how? You know…" Alba finished in a mumble, suddenly unable to look her long-time friend in the face as her right fore-hoof shuffled on the floor. They had each, at the mare's insistence, given their servant some time off so that they could have a private conversation in Alba's room. The mare had a lot of questions for her friend, but they seemed hesitant to leave her muzzle…

“Oh. Well, I suppose it started when I was going through my first heats. Marriage, and therefore a proper mate were still a long way away, and there's only so many things you can do with your tongue until you get bored, you know?"

“Not really…" Alba said, wishing she'd done a better job keeping envy out of her voice. The wolfess could reach herself with her tongue and even that wasn't enough?

“Oh right. Well, maybe you're better off. I think what I did during those days just sort of added oil on the fire. My body knew it really needed a male, but the only boy-wolves around were my family. And even if there were any others available, if I had pups out of marriage it would have been scandalous." She said, and the two nodded in agreement, with Alba omitting to mention that what she was doing with Tobias certainly seemed scandal-worthy.

“But then there was Tobi – a male, attractive and attentive, always around, worshiping the ground I walk on and incapable of getting me pregnant. I found myself looking at him a little different, often just sort of… not bothering to look up…" the wolfess said with a grin, and it took a few seconds for Alba to catch on. Her friend stood a good deal shorter than the mare, and her eyes would be level with parts of Tobi that… luckily the wolfess continued before the princess' cheeks began to burn.

“But it was just fantasies until I caught my brother with his servant. He had the girl on all… well, in a compromising position and he was on top of her. Uhm, I'm not sure how much you know about boy-canines but after they've… you know…" she trailed off and Alba nodded, despite knowing nothing.

“Well, they have to stay inside the female for a while, and it was in that position that I'd spotted them in. After that I watched the two of them… I mean, just walking around and acting normaly. And now that I knew what to look for it was so obvious! And I could spot it in others – my family, the various visitors we had. Just little things, like how close you walked to your human, the occasional sniff you gave them when you thought nobody would notice. And eating's a dead give-away. You can definitely tell who's being fed by their servant, and who's being fed by their lover!"

“So how did… I mean, you and Tobias…?"

“Well, I figured I deserved everything a boy did. I knew from the start I'd have to be the one seducing him. Humans are thought to revere us and you kinda have to work around that. I have to admit it was fun, if a bit frustrating. I was the huntress and Tobi was my pray – I had to keep close but also take things slow enough so that I don't frighten him away. Those instincts really paid off…" she said, smiling from ear to ear even as the mare's ears fell.

“Yes but how exactly did you do it? I mean, if you were trying to teach someone how to…" she trailed off, hoping the wolfess would get the hint and not force her to admit she was clueless and desperate to have Theo notice her in that way. She certainly had no predator instincts to help her out.

“Oh. Well, the biggest problem is the smell. Humans barely seem to be able to smell anything. I was sure at first that all I would need to do to get Tobi's attention was to wait until I'm in heat and just swish my tail a lot when he was behind me." Alba's eyes went wide at that. When a female was in heat she'd always make sure to move her tail as little as possible and keep it lowered at all times. That a human could miss such a blatant and shameless invitation was unbelievable.

“So what then, do you just… throw yourself on them?"

“No!" Ana said with a canine snicker. “They've got sharp eyes, so you just have to give them something to look at. Stretching is innocent enough but tends to catch their gaze, and once it does you make eye contact and try to be a little coy about it. You're expression should say you caught them looking and would be glad to catch them again. Sounds help to. A softer tone when the two of you alone, something more private… and a little growl from time to time really seemed to make Tobi shudder." The wolfess said, letting out a little rumble to illustrate the point to her friend.

“And of course, you have to give them a glimpse every now and again…"

“Glimpse of what?"

“Well you know… get your tail out of the way…"

Alba's ears had shot up at the suggestion. Get her… that wasn't part of courting! That was what one did when courting was done with and it was time to move forward. Her tail seemed to press down at the thought of such whorish behavior.

“Look, I know what you've been taught because I was too. And I'd tried everything else but nothing else seems to work on humans."

“And that did?" the mare asked. That was, after all, the only important part. And the wolfess' smile was her answer.

“Well, you saw didn't you?" Ana asked, obviously enjoying the fact that her secret was out. She'd always talked with Alba about anything, and she was glad that they could now discuss everything.

“Well, you kind of had your tail in the way…" the mare replied, giving her friend a smile of a cherub who was considering a career as an imp. “H-how does it… what is it like?"

“Well, if you've never…" the wolfess began, and Alba just shook her head “Look, I could do it with my tongue any time I wanted, and being with Tobi is still beyond compare. They are built differently. I know for a certainty that part of me misses a knot, despite the fact that I've never felt one. And in your case… Well, you can't have the same expectations from Theo as you would have from a stallion…"

Alba just nodded, completely missing the fact that by doing so she'd just revealed which human it was that she was interested in. Truth be told, it wasn't really a blow. As clueless as she was, her only glimpse of equine intimacy was when she happened to see one of the mares in the castle stables being bred. The feral horses were much larger than the princess and her kin, standing at over fifteen hands where she was barely thirteen, and so she'd adjusted… things… to scale.

Still, the stallion's manhood had seemed terrifying, and his treatment of his mare no less so. He just jumped on her back and... Well, it was mercifully short, at least! The mare didn't seem harmed after he was finished though. Poor thing was no doubt just happy it was over and glad she had a foal to look forward to. Ana suspected that her mother had learned she'd seen the breeding, and that it had been the cause for her little talk.

The older mare had assured her there was a great deal of difference between feral mating and the love-making of their own kind. She did stress to her that even Noble stallions didn't have a great deal of endurance, and that it was up to the mare to 'make the best of' the time her mate spent inside her.

“Sooo, what's so great about humans?" she said, subtly digging for more details from her knowledgeable friend.

“Well, even after you become intimate, they're still very eager to please our kind. And I kind of like the fact that they don't have fur. Smooth skin is a lot of fun after you get used to it. It's nice to be able to run your tongue over someone's body for minutes at a time without getting a mouthful of hair. And it's a lot more sensitive – lick the right spot and you can see these little bumps rise up all over them. But the best part has got to be the hands."

“Hands?" Alba asked, cocking one eyebrow.

“Oh my goodness, the hands! They don't use them just to hold you while… you know. How a normal male would use his forelegs? They can pet, scratch, pinch, tease… They like to run them all over you finding these little sensitive spots. I still remember when Tobi found my nipples with those little fingers of his. I'd never even considered them while I was exploring my own body, but he'd run his palms over them while he was inside me, or just tweak one between his thumb and finger…" Ana trailed off as the memory surfaced, and Alba wondered if her friend realized her tail was wagging.

“But aren't you worried about… I mean, we are supposed to remain chaste until our wedding night…" Alba asked.

“Why worry about it? A maidenhead can be lost even from a particularly vigorous run…" she said, and Alba knew this for a fact. That was why she'd been careful never to gallop.

“But won't your husband know when he… well, that he's not your first?"

“Well, he will be my first wolf. He will be the first one to give me pups. And there's such a difference between our kind and humans that I honestly think it will be new enough for me that he won't even realize I've had a lover before."

After that Alba had kept asking her friend questions, and the wolfess had answered every one quite enthusiastically, omitting no detail. She didn't realize there was no point. The wedding night had been the mare's last worry, and with that dispelled her mind was already working out on how to seduce the human in her life.

*******

Sleep had come easily for the mare but was reluctant to give her any actual rest. Once more her unconscious mind put on a pageant of lust and debauchery, her sturdy bed creaking under her as the framework of wood and steel protested the unusual tossing and turning. The sounds seeped into her dreams and there her mind merely conjured up lurid reasons for such creaks.

It was quite an unoriginal piece – merely the scene she'd witnessed with Ana and Tobi, except she found herself as the leading lady and Theo her eager lover. In the dream it wasn't their first time, but rather one of many vigorous romantic interludes they shared whenever they found themselves safe from prying eyes. He was on top of her, inside her, and in the dream Alba felt something amazing mounting within her with every thrust of her lover, something so powerful that…

…it woke her up. The princess found herself panting in a tangle of sheets, wondering for a brief second where her lover had disappeared before she realized she'd dreamed the whole glorious encounter. She tried to cling to the memory of it, the sensations it awoke within her, but it had been a soap-bubble – crystal clear for a while and now irrevocably gone. She was alone in her bed, and had been the whole time. And Theo was…

Well, the mare at least knew that. She spared a glance at the door to her guard's room, the door he always kept ajar at night. Several inches. Enough for her to get a look. And that's all she'd do. Just to settle her mind, reassure herself that he was there and go back to sleep. She moved very carefully, her heart beating fast enough to drive sleep away from her head as she got closer and closer.

She'd taken a look, saw him sleeping in his bed, and for some reason she still walked in, mindful of every hoof-fall as she came right up to his bedside. There was only one small window in Theo's room but the moon in the sky was round and bright, casting just enough silvery light to give the mare a glimpse of the slumbering human.

It seemed that Theo slept as unclothed as she did, at least from the waist up. It was a balmy night and his chest was uncovered by the sheet draped over his legs, allowing the mare to admire at least one half of him. No wonder they always wore clothes… she thought. Without fur covering them they were so profoundly naked. The few pale hairs Theo had on his chest didn't really count since they did nothing to hide the fine musculature that was the focus of the mare's adoring gaze.

She just stood there for a while, looking at his powerful chest rise and fall, her body responding to the smell of a male filling the room. She had was about to leave, and had managed to unglue her greedy eyes from the sight of Theo's sleeping face, which had allowed the brown orbs to drift lower than they should have.

A part of Theo seemed to be trying to lift the sheet. And she was sure that hadn't been there when she first came in. Could he sense her standing over him? Maybe Ana was wrong and that tiny little nose was drawing in her scent with every slow breath, bringing her into his dream. She felt her lips wink at the mere thought, and she knew she had to get out of here while she still could. Her own nostrils were flaring, almost pulling her closer to the suggestive peak in Theo's sheet. She'd just take one sniff, just to satisfy her curiosity, and then she'd leave.

Theo's scent was familiar to her, but she'd never smelled this part of him, and the mare wasn't ready for the effect a male's musk would have on her. Her breath came out as a shuddering exhale, one Theo seemed to feel even through the linen covering his… covering him. Alba's ears shot up as panic griped her. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

It only then occurred to her that while she could sneak well enough if she moved slowly, any attempt to dash out would result in a lot of clip-clopping. But the sight of Theo stirring made her realize the noise would be less incriminating than being caught standing over him while he slept, so she nimbly spun around and dashed back to her bed.

Unlike a feral horse, Alba's hooves weren't iron-shod, but rather kept meticulously polished. But to the frightened mare the sound of them clicking away seemed like a thundering gallop, one that was sure to wake Theo, if not half the castle. The treasonous bed also creaked as she almost jumped into it, laying herself down and trying to pretend she'd been asleep the whole time.

Fortunately Theo didn't wake despite her little canter and the mare found her heart slowing down and her lungs working once again. She'd tried to go back to sleep, knowing it wouldn't be very restful even if she did. I'll have to make my move soon. The more beauty-sleep I lose the harder it will be…

*******

“Uhm I think the rose today, Dara…" Alba said as her maid reached for the lavender soap her mistress usually preferred. She wanted something different today, and even though she believed Ana when the wolfess told her not to count of a human's sense of smell, she figured a change in her fragrance might help Theo change the way he looked at her.

The girl picked up the pink bar and stepped into the steaming pool. Alba had gone back to the shallow part of it after having a good, long soak. The heat of the hot-spring had felt wonderful, easing the tension in her body that had stayed with her during the night, and tempting as it was to spend hours in there she wanted to have Dara give her a proper wash.

The lessons that morning had been grueling. She'd found it nearly impossible to focus on Dominic's lecture in magic, which in turn prompted the old goat to give her one on focus and discipline. He meant well, and she would have paid attention if her lust-fogged brain had any to spare. Last night was torture, and she'd decided that today's the day. She'd seduce Theo or… or…

She'd seduce Theo, and failure is not an option!

Dara ran the soap over her fur, working up a rose-scented lather the fragrance of which immediately filled the marble-tiled room. She was chatting with the girl, just the usual small talk that helped pass the time, when it occurred to her she might glean some information on just how a human female would go about catching a mate's eye.

“So Dara, do you… i-is there a man in your life?" she said, cursing herself fur stumbling over her own words. What was meant to be an innocent, casual inquiry had now birthed an awkward silence.

“N-no, my lady. I mean there is someone who… caught my eye so to speak."

“Hmm, and who is that?"

“I… I really shouldn't…"

“Go ahead, it's just the two of us in here…" Alba said, growing a little more confident now that she wasn't the most awkward person in the room.

“Well, I think y-your guard, Theo… he's quite a handsome man…" she said, and Alba was glad the shallow water was hiding the fact that her rear leg had just raised itself a few inches on reflex before she managed to bring it back down.

Her mother had very carefully taught her the virtues and values that would make her a true Lady, and one of those had been honesty. It was why she felt a little guilt at the thought currently spinning in her mind, but she felt she had no other choice than to tell a little white lie…

“Oh. Dara, if I told you something, you'd keep it in the strictest confidence, wouldn't you?"

“Of course, my lady!"

“Well, I spend a lot of time in Theo's company and I've gotten the impression that he rather enjoys the company of his fellow men…"

“Oh! Oooohhh…" Dara said as a blush touched her cheeks and Alba allowed herself to relax.

“I just wanted to save you, and Theo, any embarrassment. But out of curiosity, how would you have… you know – wooed him?"

“M-my lady?" the girl stammered, taken aback by the intimate question.

“Well not you necessarily. I mean, what does a human girl do to catch a man's eye? I don't mean to pry, but I know so little about the day-to-day lives of your kind. I feel that I will make a much better ruler one day if I understand my subjects better." She said, feeling quite proud of that quite blatant lie.

“Oh. Well I'd dress a bit different when I knew I'd be around him…"

“What do you mean?" Alba asked, allowing herself some enthusiasm. If clothing could help her seduce Theo, this might be easier than she thought.

“Well, something with a bodice. It laces up tight around the waist and chest and makes the bosom stand out a bit more…" Dara said, her tone taking on a gossipy note.

“And that helps?"

“Well yes. An ample chest gets a man's attention, and when I wear a bodice even my bust looks generous." Dara said, blushing a little as Alba turned her head to regard her.

The girl used to wear a linen shift while she bathed her mistress, but Alba had convinced her some time ago not to bother. Once the fabric got wet it hid nothing, so she might as well keep it dry. The human girl was quite petite, her chest sporting a modest pair of teats that rode high on her chest. Not a sizable pair to be sure, but perhaps the splash of freckles and the pale-pink nipples capping them made up for that. It had not even occurred to the mare that she might need large breasts to seduce her human male. She pondered her own teats – two pert black mounds even now dripping the water draining from her fur.

Well, she had the right number, at least. And she supposed hers weren't too different than Dara's – discrete but firm fleshed. But the girl had special garments to resort to, and once she did her pair would be pushed up and on full display, instead of being hidden away between her haunches.

“So, what else? Surely it's not enough to just give a boy a glimpse of your bosom?" she said, sounding casual and successfully masking how desperately she hoped there was something that would work to her advantage.

“Oh, of course! Well, they also tend to let their eyes linger on a girl's… behind. That's also a good place to be a bit curvy, but a bottom is usually hidden by a skirt or dress. A girl can get away with a low neckline, but she has to be careful to keep that covered up when in public…"

You have to, but I don't! the mare thought to herself with silent glee. If a curvy rump could help seduce a man, she was confident of her chances. Freshly bathed and groomed, her bay coat would positively shine at it stretched over her bouncy haunches. She made the decision then and there to wear nothing when she went out with Theo, determined to give him a view a human girl couldn't. And she could always shake her flowing tail a bit to lure the eye where she wanted it to go…

“So curves are important? Up front and down back?"

“Well yes, but… I'd also let my hair down…"

“What do you mean?"

“Well when I started growing into a young woman, my mother told me not to leave my hair loose or it would give boys the wrong idea. So if I wanted to give a certain boy a sort of… idea, I'd make sure to unbraid my hair."

Alba counted this one as an advantage as well. Although it was now hanging in wet strands from her head and down her neck, once her mane dried it would be a sight to behold – jet-black, razor straight, but light enough to ripple and swell in a breeze, or to be playfully tossed. She never braided or bound it though, and wondered if she should have given Theo ideas by now. Maybe I have without even knowing…

“And that way it can fall forward a little and frame your face when you have his head in your lap…"

“Pardon?"

“Oh, it's just something that comes up a lot in poetry and romances – the hero reclining with his head on his lady's lap, looking up at her adoringly while she plays with his hair…" Dara said, lost in the lyrical vision. An innocent and loving scene, and quite different from the one Alba had envisioned, where the face was pointed in an altogether different direction. But not having an actual lap, she'd have to think of something else…

It occurred to her that she was thinking a little too much about it when Dara's lathering hands started working on her hindquarters and her marehood have a little wink, thankfully hidden by her dripping tail. The mare's ears flicked down in embarrassment as she tried to will herself still while the girl bathed her. Her touch had never been particularly exciting to the mare despite the fact that the girl would run her hands across every part of her.

It's Ana's fault! The she-wolf had gotten her thinking about human hands and what they could do, and her love-starved brain was imagining it was Theo's palms gliding over her wet fur and rubbing scented soap into it. Her intimate reflex only got worse when Dara bent down to clean between her legs, using a gentle touch to cover the mare's dark teats in thick white lather.

Be sensible, you silly mare! Theo's hands are nothing like this!

She knew she was right. Despite the fact that the girl was a hard worker, youth kept her hands soft, especially after they've been soaking like now. Theo's hands would be a good deal larger, his fingers thicker and his grip on her flesh strong and unyielding. She'd realized to late her mind was veering back along the forbidden path, and there was only one part Dara had left to wash. She did her best to try and somehow tame this beast that their talk had woken, but after the girl had gently moved her tail out of the way Alba felt herself wink at her.

“Oh!"

“I-it's been doing that all morning for some reason. Just ignore it…" the mare lied a lot less smoothly than she'd intended to.

Dara did as her mistress instructed, face almost matching her red hair as she did her best to clean the princess' rather animated privates. The girl had washed her back there hundreds of times and Alba had never once flashed her sex during a bath. Dara had a soft, and gentle touch, but it had never really aroused the mare, and in truth it hadn't been what had aroused her now.

But with her mind awash in fantasies about Theo, the girl's touch felt different as she soaped up the parts of her that were bare of fur. The blushing female was trying to keep her eyes averted from her mistress' display, which while tactful meant she wasn't really looking where her hand was, and on more than one occasion the tips of her fingers had trailed across Alba's lips just when the mare was winking. Well, at least I'll be exceptionally clean for this afternoon.

After several attempts by the mare's sex to 'nibble' on Dara's fingers the girl picked up a pitcher and began to rinse Alba's foamy coat. The princess was surprised the already steamy water didn't hiss while it was carefully poured over her body, the white lather washing away and revealing the coppery tones of her fur.

Once that was done, the two retreated to a nearby terrace and the mare let the sun and wind dry her fur. The two females chatted, both pointedly avoiding any romantic topics, and it seemed to be enough to calm Alba's body and allow Dara to groom and brush her without further incident. The girl did a marvelous job, given the circumstances – the mare's mane and tail were full and billowy, her fur spotless and shimmering while her black hooves were polished to an almost mirror-shine. Looking her best and armed with both Ana's and Dara's advice, she felt confident she could seduce the man of her dreams…

*******

Stupid, stupid mare!

The mantra whirled around in Alba's head, her confidence being eroded away along with her perfectly groomed appearance. It had been a wonderful idea – a little walk with just her and Theo (Ana had grinned more wolfishly than usual when the mare had privately asked her to excuse herself from accompanying them). She'd suggested a stroll through the forest this time, and had planned to slip away with Theo to some charming, and more to the point secluded little clearing.

It had been a good plan, in theory. The ground carpeted in spring moss, the ivy climbing the tree-trunks almost suggesting an embrace, and the whole thing lit by dappled sunlight shining through the latticework of delicate branches sporting bright green leaves. She'd even found a little path, suggesting such a treasure lay at the end of it.

The problem was that with the coming of spring quite a few brambles and vines had appropriately enough sprung up, and the mare was even now forcing her way through the growth. She'd taken the first steps before Theo could gallantly suggest to go ahead and clear her a path. She wanted him following her, certain that the sight of her rear bouncing as she nimbly trotted along the game trail would inflame the human male's passion.

Her progress was less than nimble as branches and vines clung to her and slowed her down to a more plodding gait. She couldn't pay them much attention, since there were exposed roots on the path, and she had to be careful where she placed her hooves. This is why deer don't have manes! she thought bitterly.

She'd met quite a few cervines and the females had often complimented her on the thick curtain of hair gracing her head and neck, lamenting their lack of such a coiffure. They would be less inclined to do so now as Alba's meticulously brushed mane acquired a growing collection of leaves and twigs. In her imagination she had been nymph-like as she led her bewitched companion along, but with every plodding step she was sure Theo saw her a lumbering fool.

Unbeknownst to her, the young guard was doing his best not to look ahead. Knowing the sight that awaited his gaze should he lift it, he didn't trust his body not to embarrass him and betray the secret he'd kept successfully for some time now. This day seemed to be particularly trying, since the princess' whim for this private stroll came after a particularly stirring dream.

It was less… lurid… than most of his dreams where the Lady Alba made an appearance, but amazingly life-like. He'd dreamt that he'd been woken by someone standing at his bedside. As he'd been trained, he'd opened his eyes to slits in order to give a potential assailant the impression that he was sound asleep, rather than ready to pounce.

He'd recognized the princess even through his narrow field of vision, but remained feigning sleep. The mare had looked ethereally beautiful, her caramel-colored fur the only splash of warmth in a scene painted in silver, grey and black, her mane seeming to merge with the darkness of the dimly-lit room.

In the dream his body had betrayed him even as he feigned sleep, the sheet covering him failing to hide his stiffening shaft. The mare standing above him had seemed curious rather than offended, even bending her long neck to bring her muzzle lower to the tell-tale tent. He'd closed his eyes as she did, waiting a few seconds before he felt her breath even through the linen, a warm and shuddering exhale that made it impossible for him to stay still. A click-clack of polished hooves on stone tiles told him she was gone, and there the vision faded.

It had all been so vivid that he might have believed it had truly happened if it wasn't so incredulous. Why would a Noble lady like Alba ever stand at his bedside with that look in her eyes? A night-borne fantasy, nothing more, and such it would remain. Although she was mortal, the princess was of divine ancestry as were all her kin, and there were limits to the adoration he was allowed to show her.

It was hard to maintain such a distance from someone you've known so long. He'd been a gangly teen still training with a wooden sword when he became the servant to the bright young filly. The two had gotten along well from the start, and Theo's affection for her inspired him to train harder, to earn the right to become her sworn guardian.

The affection grew deeper than he allowed the princess to see, and not even the difference in their bodies seemed able to quell it. Looking at a feral mare inspired nothing amorous within him, but being in the presence of his mistress was a different matter altogether. Even unclothed as she was now there was no confusing her with a common equine – her posture and gait, her expressive face, the intellect shining from those soulful brown eyes and the sing-song voice that made her appear feminine and delicate despite her size. All of that made it necessary for him to keep his eyes away from the shapely rear right in front of him as the princess led him along.

“Ahh, here we are!" Alba breathed out a sigh of relief as she finally emerged into a clearing.

It was as beautiful as she hoped it would be - a wonderfully lyrical setting that would allow her feminine charms to overwhelm her handsome young guardian. She only regretted that she'd sacrificed so much of her own beauty getting them here. Both her mane and tail were in disarray and littered with bits of vegetation picked up along the way.

She tried tossing her mane and giving her tail a shake, envisioning herself casting all the litter off with a flourish and standing once again as a vision of pristine beauty. All her efforts seemed to accomplish was to tangle the mess even further. She was about to stomp her hoof in anger when Theo came striding towards her.

“Here, allow me…" he said, fingers working deftly to separate her black hair from errant bits of plant matter. And as he worked his way up her neck his face drew closer to hers, making Alba reconsider her predicament as her heart began to race.

Frustrating as it was, her state of disarray allowed Theo to step in and help her as a true cavalier. And after alll they were alone in a picturesque woodland clearing, close enough to each other that getting just a little closer wouldn't be difficult to accomplish.

Her mind was buzzing as she tried to remember the advice she'd collected on courtship and seduction, and she recalled Ana mentioning how a low, throaty growl served to get Tobi's attention. She tried doing the same and immediately regretted it. I sound like I'm clearing my throat! She felt like her carefully constructed fantasy encounter was fading away instead of becoming reality, and the mare found herself squeezing her teary eyes shut.

“My lady, are you all right?" Theo asked and the concern in his voice made her feel a little better. It told her he was looking at a lady in distress, rather than a fool of a filly.

“Oh it's just… I'd looked so elegant when we left…" she replied, careful not to let her true intentions slip.

“You looked the very image of a princess royal, but I think you're equally beautiful just as…" Theo stopped in mid-sentence, worried if he was crossing some sort of boundary.

“Just as what?" the princess asked, looking up at the human's face, now so close to hers. She sensed there was a compliment in that last thought and felt in dire need of one.

“…Alba." Theo finished.

It was just her name, but the tone in which it was spoken left the mare at a loss for words and her heart fluttering. As far as she could recall, Theo had never addressed her as simply Alba. To him she'd always been 'The Lady Alba', 'princess' or 'my lady'. And the way the word was spoken – softly and with deep affection – made her want to be just that to him - Alba. It had been a brief but profoundly honest statement, one that she felt deserved an honest reply.

“I… I took you here hoping to show you… to make you see me in a different light…" she said, suddenly feeling silly for the fantasy she had of effortlessly seducing him.

“My lady…" he said, and she would have winced if the title hadn't pronounced in the same soft tones he'd uttered her name with. “You needn't have bothered." He finished, and Alba could recognize the admission in his voice, coming so soon after her own. She turned to look at him then, her face inches away from hers as her mouth opened, words tumbling fro it without asking her for permission.

“Theo, if… if it was in my power to grant you one wish right now – anything you wanted… what would you ask of me?"

Her head was tilted up a little as she spoke those words, the un-shed tears making her large brown eyes glitter as they drew him closer. He didn't realize his face had been drifting downwards and by the time their lips were inches away it was too late to do anything about it. He'd closed his eyes and committed what was until just a few minutes ago an unthinkable act of sacrilege.

Alba had been staring wide-eyed at Theo, her heart beating so hard and fast in her equine chest that she was sure her guardian could hear it. It was pounding so loudly in her ears that she barely heard the muffled gasp she let out as Theo's lips met hers, the mare's long ears perking up before she folded them back demurely, closing her eyes and relaxing into her first kiss.

She felt his hands on her face, soft fingers almost reverently gliding over her short, sleek fur, one hand tracing the line of her jaw while the other drifted up, nimble digits twining into the soft, thick hair of her mane. And all the while Theo kept kissing her with a passion she knew instinctively hadn't been inspired by her clumsy attempts to seduce him. It touched her deeply that he'd been hiding his true feelings out of a sense of respect and chivalry, but she couldn't help but regret the nights lost to them, spent with that little door needlessly separating two would-be lovers.

She wanted to make it up to both of them, to pursue this romance that would be made all the more special by the need to keep it private. She wanted it all – the coy and subtle glances in public, the more intimate moments spent together – adoring gazes, talks in tones either soft or passionate. Her mind and soul wanted it all, but with those thoughts rising to the surface, her body made demands of its own.

She could feel the intimate muscles further down her body flexing, exposing the pink interior of her sex despite the black curtain of her tail covering it. This was no mere wink, however – a brief flash to catch a male's eye. She felt her teardrop-shaped slit blossom out and stay that way long enough to allow a single drop to leak out. She broke the kiss with some regret, but an equal amount of anticipation. After all, there will be plenty of time to kiss after…

“I… I want to see you…" she husked, smiling a little at the flushed look on Theo's fair cheeks and grateful for the fur hiding her own blush.

Theo immediately began to disrobe, the task made all the more difficult by his trembling hands and the fact that his eyes were reluctant to leave his princess long enough to pay attention to buckles and laces. He wasn't sure if she was intentionally posturing for him and trying to distract him, or if she was simply impatient and eager to get a more intimate look at him.

She seemed to be skipping on her hooves, her tread silent in the deep moss as she trotted in a little circle around him, craning her neck this way and that as she sought out a glimpse and swishing her flowing tail all the while. His underclothes were the last to go and not a moment too soon. If Alba had flashed him another glimpse of what lay under that black tail, he would have torn any remaining garments off himself.

The princess felt her sex make more of those long, needy winks at the sight of Theo standing as naked as she was. And any last doubts she may have had about whether or not he found her body appealing were dispelled at the sight of the length standing stiff and rigid against the fine muscles covering his stomach. It occurred to her she might have done Dara a favor for drawing her away from Theo. A petite girl like her could have gotten hurt by something like this…

A sudden curiosity drove away any remaining bashfulness and she found herself moving closer to the part of her guard she'd only glimpsed under a linen sheet. Her nostrils took in his smell as the mare's eyes examined the human's twitching length. The mare's eyes had almost crossed as she bought her muzzle closer and closer, bending over it until her lips were so close she could…

A gasp left Theo's throat, his hands clenching into fists at his sides at both the sight and the sensation of his princess giving him another, and decidedly more intimate kiss. He stared in disbelief, terrified he'd wake up at any second as those lips parted just a little further and the mare lovingly slid her head down, engulfing his shaft in her warm muzzle.

Her guard's groan as she took him in her mouth was music to the mare's keen ears, a surge of feminine confidence washing over her. His stomach was a wall of muscle right in front of her and she could see it tense and ripple as she rubbed her long tongue along the length sheathed in her muzzle. The lips forming a seal around the base of Theo's shaft curled up in a smile, the mare trying her luck by letting out a low moan into the member she was lovingly suckling.

The tensing of the human's length was getting her more excited than she thought and the mare heard herself let out a little equine snort into the sparse hair of her lover's crotch. She looked up and her heart nearly skipped a beat when she caught Theo's blue eyes gazing lovingly right back at her. He'd raised her hands away for his sides but seemed to hesitate to touch her, seeming to feel a little less confident than she did.

She wanted to encourage him but she was certain neither of them wanted her to release him from her muzzle even for the brief time it would take to do so. Instead she just tried to give him a coquettish look as she twirled her ears for emphasis. That did the trick and a moment later his hands were on her head and neck as he ran his fingers through her mane and scratched the bases of those lively ears.

Theo did his best to keep himself under control, but Alba seemed to be determined to rob him of it. He wondered if she was doing so on purpose, or if she was merely being quite enthusiastic, but he knew he wouldn't last much longer. Although not required to remain chaste, Theo had never been with a woman, feeling it would be wrong to get close to one knowing it could go no further than bed-play.

On the surface, it was because starting a family would mean the end of his service as the princess' personal guardian. He would remain a member of the Royal Guard, but his position would be a less demanding, although no less honorable one. Being close to the female he loved was important to him, despite the distance he'd always thought he could never cross. The one they were about to cross now.

“Princess, I'm…" he grunted, sensing his restraint was near its limit. He'd gotten skilled at discretely relieving his own needs over the years, but it couldn't compare to the feeling of being in Alba's mouth.

Even though he didn't finish his thought, Alba had an idea of what he'd meant to say. She didn't even mind that he'd called her 'princess'. The title was formal, but her lover's tone had made it sound profoundly intimate. And it was with intimacy in mind that the mare pushed her muzzle forward as far as she could, using her tongue to stroke the underside of the shaft throbbing against it.

She heard Theo grunt, saw his whole body tense as the hands on her head gripped her gently and possessively, just before the throbbing member released his seed into her waiting mouth. She would struggle to remember what her lover had tasted like afterwards, but she could remember distinctly how she'd moaned around the spurting length, eagerly swallowing every drop until the shaft softened and slipped out of her mouth.

The princess found herself grinning from ear to ear at the sight of the blissfully-blank expression on Theo's face. She wondered if she'd look as silly after such a treatment, and realized she was desperate to find out. The mare lifted her head to plant a quick kiss on the still dazed human's lips before nimbly turning around.

She craned her neck to look at him, her hind-legs spread slightly as she hiked her tail away with a flourish, arching her back in the same moment her flower opened up for her male. She felt a thrill run through her as she finally unabashedly winked for him, her dark lips opening up to reveal the pink softness hidden away behind them. She could feel juices dribbling from her sex, expelled by her flexing, and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of Theo's blue eyes clearly following a droplet as it fell from her lips to land on the thick moss below.

It felt at once so wicked and so profoundly right –exposing herself in the most intimate way imaginable for her lover, the male even now taking a few reverent steps towards her and coming close enough to…touch! A nicker left Alba's long throat as she felt Theo gently run the tips of her fingers along her dark lips, her sex immediately repeating its performance as the princess did her best to keep her hind legs from trembling.

She kept her neck craned and her eyes pointed back, not minding that Theo was too mesmerized by the sight of her to meet her gaze. His touch was gentle and curious, the fingers gliding over the firm flesh of her slit and occasionally tracing out the inside of the mare's intimate seam. She could feel the cool sensation of her intimate juices being dabbed over her lips which felt like they were on fire. Alba was sure that if the weather had been colder her sex would be steaming under Theo's caress.

Two of his fingers had tentatively slipped past her lips and the mare felt her next wink grip around them as if trying to pull them further in. The shuddering moan she'd let out as Theo pushed them deeper was unlike any sound Alba had heard in her life, but one that seemed to encourage her lover.

Alba's little noise had been loud enough to be heard over the pounding in Theo's ears. Although he had no real experience, he knew instinctively that a human female's sex would be a great deal less lively. His princess seemed incredibly responsive to his attempts no matter how amateurish they were, giving the young man some much needed confidence.

He lifted his eyes from her marehood long enough to catch her gaze, and doing so he wished he could keep looking her in the eyes the entire time they were intimate. Still, he didn't feel confident enough to work blind, so he pried his eyes from hers and back to her winking sex. He placed his left hand on her rump, feeling the muscles of the rounded cheek quiver under his touch, her every little response urging him to do more.

Emboldened by her reactions, he pushed one finger slowly inside her, slipping it in at the very top of her sex. He could feel the velvety walls caressing his digit, stunned for a second by the heat of Alba's femininity. Slowly and carefully he dragged the digit down, watching the now glistening dark lips cling to it until he reached the bottom.

The princess winked at him again, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of the pink tunnel his finger had been exploring, as well as something else. Theo wasn't sure what had possessed him to do it, but a moment later he'd found himself gently gripping the little nub at the bottom of Alba's marehood between his thumb and forefinger. The ensuing squeak from his Lady and lover almost made him let go, but some instinct told him this was something worth holding on to.

“Are you all right?"

“Y-yes! Just please…keep… keep…" Alba tried to finish something resembling a sentence, but found herself unable to.

What was that!?

Well, she knew what it was. Sort of. It was the little heart she flashed whenever her sex winked. So why was the sensation of Theo very gently pinching it making it hard for her to remain standing and impossible to think? And as intense as the sensation was, some crazy part of her wished for more. She wondered briefly if Theo could read her mind, or maybe just her body, but the next thing she felt was the unmistakably silky sensation of a tongue being dragged across her little nub.

The mare's forelegs buckled for a second, and while she was lifting her front half of the ground she could feel her slit winking frantically, either struggling to get away from the human's gentle grip, or more likely jumping for joy from the attention it was receiving. Either way it seemed to be encouraging the male now crouching down over her impish sex, running his tongue from the little heart he was still gently griping and up along the seam of her petals.

The other hand trailed along her perfectly rounded haunch, and Alba remembered about what Ana had said about humans loving to explore their lovers with them. His touch felt exquisite as he smoothed down her gleaming fur, petting lower and lower even while he continued worshiping her marehood. It was a wonderfully strange sensation, almost like what being looked would be like if she could actually feel eyes as they roamed her. She briefly envied him this tactile sense, this strange way he had of enjoying her, but she had a suspicion that being touched felt better than touching.

The hand drifted lower still, along the curve of her belly and Alba found herself suddenly holding her breath. Her head shot up in front of her, ears pointed skyward as her lover's fingers left fur behind and slid across the naked flesh of her teats. She then felt more than just fingertips as Theo palmed one pert mound, gently at first but then a little firmer as Alba's large nipple stiffened under his touch.

Alba could never imagine that it could feel this amazing. Why would they? As far as she knew, breasts weren't a part of love-play among equines! But then again, a stallion didn't have hands to caress a pair of teats with, and even if he was inclined to use his tongue reaching them with it would be awkward.

The mare was amazed she was still standing since she could no longer properly feel her hind-legs. The sensations coming from back there all came from her velvety sex, flashing and winking as Theo lovingly licked every part of her he could reach while his left hand gently kneaded the mounds of feminine flesh nestled between her legs.

It was all too much, the sensations blurring as he vision did the same, lidded eyes loosing focus and staring blankly ahead. She could feel her tail quivering, the muscles at the base of it unaccustomed to keeping the flowing appendage hiked out of the way for so long. Alba felt like she could have spent a happy eternity trapped in such ecstasy but at some point she found her heart quickening.

Very briefly she felt like she was falling – a sensation of an unstoppable plummet with no ground in sight, thrilling and slightly terrifying. Strange sounds filled her ears which folded in embarrassment when she realized she was making them – short, high-pitched moans that sounded scandalously close to the whinny of a feral mare.

The squeal, when it came, was at least decidedly feminine, but the princess couldn't hear anything at that point. She felt her lips flash once again but this wasn't winking. Her entire sex seemed to convulse, her walls rubbing against each other while very spot Theo touched seemed electric. She found herself short of breath, letting out needy gasps while she rode her first ever climax.

She wasn't lost how long it had lasted, but it seemed over so fast Alba had to a sudden urge to cry. Theo had released her little button at some point and she could feel her sex flashing once again, desperately trying to lure her lover back. She whipped her head back and her cheeks burned at the sight of the human male panting with the lower half of his face glistening.

I did that!

Alba felt both embarrassed and strangely proud at having marked the human in such an intimate way, and couldn't help but notice his tiny nostrils were flaring as he caught his breath. A quick look down had her grinning drunkenly when she spotted the effect she'd had on him. Whether he was aware of her scent or not, no male could get such a dose of a mare's nectar over his face without it affecting him.

He straightened up behind her, eyes taking in the sight of her hindquarters before he looked up to meet her gaze. There was no need for words, which was fine since Alba doubted she could think of any. She needed to feel him and judging by the look of his twitching shaft he shared her need. She shifted her hind legs a little more, glad that her body was recovering from her climax and she could once again feel her limbs.

She did her best to spread them as far as she could, feeling a bit silly and profoundly lewd as this lowered her sex to the height of Theo's crotch. The taught muscles of her haunches shuddered as he palmed her cheeks, his hands loving and strangely possessive as he ran them over her sleek fur. She made a noise between a nicker and a giggle when she felt one of those hands move further up and those strong swordsman's fingers close around the base of her tail.

She felt wonderfully exposed, and when Theo's other hand left her rump her heart skipped a beat. She had an idea where it was going, and she was proven right when a second later that same hand guided the tip of her lover's member to her eager lips.

A part of Theo wanted nothing more than to sheathe himself within that velvety sex, to feel Alba wrapped around him when she made those wanton noises. But he felt this would be something special – he suspected they would have many intimate interludes after this, but they could only make love for the first time once…

He ran the head of his cock up and down, just barely parting the dark lips now glistening after Alba's climax. He smiled a little as her sex responded to the teasing, the lips opening and closing with an adorably wet noise, coquettishly trying to pull him in. He looked up and couldn't help but smiling at the sight of Alba's face.

Her eyes still looked dimmed by her recent orgasm and her visage was at once eager and achingly vulnerable. He kept his eyes on hers as the tip of his member sunk in, his groan mixing with her gasp as the equine slit winked eagerly around him. The heat of her was amazing, warm and inviting and urging the human to push and enter her as deeply as he could.

After a few more inches he felt something against his tip at the same time Alba winced mid-moan. The two just stood there, eyes locked on each other until the mare gave a slight nod. Theo braced his feet in the mossy ground and gave one sharp lunge. He heard Alba hiss as her sex suddenly tightened around him. He held himself perfectly still within her, petting one coppery haunch with his free hand to help take the mare's mind off the sting of her torn maidenhead.

Alba couldn't help but smile at Theo's tender gesture. The pain was a minor one, and was already fading to a dull throb. And Theo's chivalrous reaction to her distress only made her glad she'd let him be the one to make a mare out of her. She flashed him a coy grin as her sex began to wink, eager for the coupling to continue. The sensation of her lover's shaft probing deeper inside her dispelled any lingering discomfort, and Alba found herself cooing in utter content as Theo's manhood discovered new places within her eager for his touch.

It thrilled her to realize just how thoroughly she could feel him. She'd been worried about certain differences between human males and stallions, but every time she winked her sex would grip her lover in a deliciously intimate embrace and she'd feel like the human shaft fit her as if tailor-made for her body. The little heart-shaped nub at the bottom of her sex would also flick out, rubbing along the underside and making her shiver in delight.

She gasped when she felt Theo's smooth skin against the fur of her rump, the human male now hilted within her loving sex as he let out a breath he didn't seem to realize he was holding. She arched her back a little and lowered her head so that she was now looking up at him though long, thick lashes, a demure and submissive posture that she hoped would spur her lover on.

She had to stop herself from mewling when he began to withdraw. Feeling his shaft gliding smoothly out of her marehood felt divine, but it left her feeling suddenly empty and a little shocked at how quickly and completely she'd gotten used to having him inside her. Theo kept slipping out until she could feel nothing but his head between her winking lips, hesitating for a fraction of a second before once again sheathing himself inside her. Without her maidenhead in the way the princess was able to savor the feeling of the shaft pushing into her, filling her in one smooth, strong thrust that had her ears twirling.

She had thought that nothing could feel better than having Theo hilted within her, his manhood throbbing while her tunnel stroked the steely length. Her opinion was rapdily changing as her mate began to thrust away, his grip on her tail firm as he held her, eager and exposed. And her cunny kept winking throughout, the rubbery black lips flashing as they were bred for the first time. The mare realized that Theo's efforts back there had made her sex more sensitive, the tingle of her climax lingering enough to make the human's shaft seem longer and thicker and the friction of their mating more electrifying.

Theo found himself glad Alba had brought him to completion with her muzzle earlier. If not, he was sure he would have embarrassed himself after only a few strokes into her. He knew that despite being well endowed for a human he fell short of a stallion, and most of the times he could feel his cock shifting within Alba's tunnel. But with every wink of her dribbling lips her sex would grip him and she would feel every bit as tight as a human girl during her first time.

“H-harder…"

The tone of Alba's voice raised goose bumps on his naked skin – husky, intimate, and shaking slightly with every buck of his hips against her. Her need was infectious, and Theo found his hands moving down. He leaned over her, feeling the long hairs at the base of her tail tickling his stomach and chest as he moved his arms around her, encircling her waist as he laid his palms against her teats. The mounds of dark flesh seemed deceptively small on the mare but they felt soft and heavy in Theo's hands, an ample bosom where one would least expect to find one.

An eager whimper left Alba's throat as her lover gripped her breasts, his hold a good deal less gentle than his earlier caress. She bit her lower lip at the sensation of those strong fingers digging into the pillowy mounds with her stiff nipples trapped between the grasping digits. It served to tell her she was his, trapped in a firm mating hold and would not be released until her stud released inside her.

“Ooh!"

His first thrust caught her by surprise, drawing the lusty note from her as Theo set a new pace. She'd been expecting the same long strokes as before, but her lover was now pulling out only half way, if that, and trusting back into her with a good deal more vigor. Alba moaned at the sensation of this new rutting, her cheeks burning a little as she realized her lover was pumping away hard enough that the lusty vocalization shook with every buck of his hips into her.

There was an urgency in his motion that she was sure was a sign of an impending climax. After all, a male could only keep such a lightning-fast pace for so long. She threw herself into their coupling, eager to experience blissful release with Theo within her. Her sex was still flashing, but her winks were now brief and rapid, each one serving to flick her button against the pistoning shaft.

Just a little more…

She knew she was close. She could no longer feel the muscles in her splayed hind-legs trembling as warmth spread through her body, originating at the spot she and Theo were joined. The mare's mind felt split in two, as one part wanted this sensation to last forever, while the other half cried out for release, the feeling of a male's seed flooding her even though no foal would come from it.

The mare's moans turned into whimpers that were almost drowned out by the slap of Theo's body against her rump. The smacks sounded so rough and forceful but she felt nothing but bliss as he claimed her over and over, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her teats. He was holding her like no stallion could and mating her with such speed that Alba could no longer feel his shaft hilted within her, just the glorious friction of his manhood against the silken walls of her sex.

She felt it again – that bunching of muscles she'd never known she had as her body prepared itself to receive a stallion's seed and draw every precious drop as deep inside her as she could. She felt like crying out, or even whinnying like a feral mare but nothing got past her lips apart from short panting noises as she found herself short of breath.

Her vision faded and she was sure she would pass out as her climax hit. Her sex had once again clenched around Theo, the male still rutting her with a shaft that suddenly seemed three times as thick. He still kept pumping away at a passage that was desperately trying to hold him still inside her and Alba was gasping breathlessly every time she felt him push in.

The noises of their lovemaking became decidedly wet as the mare felt herself gush around the invading member, her juices pumped out of her by her lover's thrusts. Through the haze of her orgasm she could feel a little rivulet running from her winking sex along the patch of bare dark skin that led to her teats. She was sure that at any moment she'd feel the swelling of her lover's cock, a more intimate repeat of what she'd felt when he'd spent himself within her muzzle.

But to her surprise, Theo just kept rutting her. She could hear him grunting as his hips smacked into her rump but his rhythm remained steady – a merciless pumping of his shaft into her slick sex. Her femininity remained tensed around him and Alba didn't feel herself drifting gently down from her peak the way she had when Theo had used his tongue and fingers on her. She could hear herself babbling between moans and squeals, slurred pleas for Theo to keep going, to take her harder, pleas she didn't recall her brain forming before they left her mouth.

Even though he had learned mere minutes ago that his lady tensed when pleasure overwhelmed her it was still a shock to suddenly find her grow smaller and tighter around him. Her sex seemed to be doing its best to keep him still within her, but the sensation of those velvety walls gripping him only spurred him on.

He could see Alba's gorgeously curved flanks rippling with every smack of his body against hers, his ears alert for any sing of pain or discomfort the pace of their lovemaking might be causing her. Her cries rose in pitch but remained needy and wanton and Theo was not surprised when Alba's silken walls began to pulse and he felt a rush of her nectar gushing around his length.

The princess tongue was hanging from her muzzle, her eyes rolling back as she struggled to keep a grip on herself. She seemed trapped on the peak she'd only ever crested briefly, her body savoring the kind of rutting she suspected a stallion could never give her. She'd seen a feral horse mount a female, and the stud had been done in less than a minute. A sentient stallion could surely do better than that, but she'd lost count of how long Theo had been pumping away at her sex.

Her tunnel remained clenched and Theo's steely rod felt surreally thick as it pistoned in and out of her. She could feel her hind-legs shuddering as her strength began to fail her and wondered if her lover was strong enough to keep her rear hoisted while he bred her. She as still wondering just that when she heard Theo grunting a little harder, his shaft barely leaving her marehood as the breakneck pace sped up even further.

“A-Alba…" he groaned out, and the mare's heart fluttered at the growling tone in which her name had been spoken.

She felt him sheathe himself as deep inside her as he could, his fingers digging into the firm flesh of her teats in a way that might have been painful if the mare wasn't so far gone. She felt his entire lenght filling her, held in the most intimate of embraces by her dripping sex. Her lips began to wink and she could feel her little nub flicking against what must be Theo's pouch.

The feeling of his heartbeat within her changed to a different throbbing and the mare held her breath as the first pulse of her lover's seed shot within her, immediately pulled deeper into her body as she milked the throbbing shaft. Theo's hands squeezed and kneaded her teats in time to every tensing of his length within her and Alba found her head drifting lower, a sated and submissive gesture of a mare accepting her stallion's most intimate tribute…

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The demure-yet-interested look that Alba had worn on her face broke apart when she failed to stop herself from grinning. But here, in the privacy of her bedroom and with Theo visibly stunned by the sight of her, she felt to happy not to. She'd considered moonlight for tonight, a dim silvery glow that would hide as much as it revealed, forcing them to experience each other with senses other than sight. But the expression of lust and awe on her lover's face made her glad she'd changed her mind and had him light the candles.

The flickering glow of dozens of tiny flames was brighter, but also wonderfully intimate. And Alba's coat shimmered in the warm light, her fur looking like polished copper brought to life. Even the black parts of her took on a fiery luster, especially the spill of thick black hair covering the pillows and framing her head.

She'd been worried she might look a bit silly like this, but the idea to present herself to Theo the way a human female would seemed to be paying off. The mare was on her back, with her forelegs curled against her chest while her hind legs were almost lewdly splayed, giving her man the perfect view of her feminine charms.

“You're beautiful…" Theo said, hardly poetic but the breathless tone with which the compliment was delivered made up for it.

“But lonely! Come on, that's enough of 'admiring from afar'…" Alba teased, shaking the flowing black tail draped along the bed sheets.

Her heart skipped a beat when Theo climbed in with her, giving her a quick kiss as he ran a hand along her chest. Alba felt Theo's touch going further along her body and broke their kiss with a soft gasp as it reached her teats. Her lover pulled away from her, smiling as he forced her to bend her neck to follow him. Alba watched breathlessly as Theo began to kiss along the barrel of her chest, his palm brushing gently across the nipples capping her pert mounds, making them stiffen up against his caress.

His lips trailed lower, his kisses landing in spots where her fur was fine and thin until his lips touched upon bare, black skin. Alba heard herself coo as her lover kissed the firm flesh of one breast, the touch of his lips soft and almost reverent, but enough to make her heart flutter within her chest. And she had to stifle a cry when those lips kissed one stiff nipple before parting around it.

Her hind-legs made little kicking motions in the empty air as Theo drew the hard nub into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it even as his fingers gently fastened on Alba's other teat. It still amazed the mare that she was so sensitive there, so eager and responsive to every little touch and lick that her lover lavished on her perky little mounds. Her nipple left his mouth with a little wet pop and Alba could see the dark tip glisten as the human male turned his attention to his other one.

The one hand that had been unaccounted for made an appearance, the mare gasping eagerly as unseen fingers brushed against her tear-shaped sex. Her lips began flexing in response, eager for her lover's touch. She moaned low but long when all four tips sank just barely in, her sex easily stretching around them and winking lovingly if not patiently.

This position had been a great idea after all. That afternoon in the forest glade Theo had made her feel like a woman, but reclining on her back in her soft bed with her lover showering her with his affection, she felt like a princess. She felt deliciously pampered by the human male, her only responsibility to lay back and enjoy the manifold ways in which he touched her. She had to stop herself from giggling when Theo took his mouth off her breast and blew softly at the two wet nipples. The air felt cool and tickly against the sensitive tips, a wonderful contrast to the sensuous heat building between her legs as her femininity eagerly swallowed more of his hand.

She felt a thrill run through her as she winked around the fingers sinking into her, savoring the look of disbelief on Theo's face as the widest part of his hand entered the warmth of her body. She shuddered when that part began to travel deeper within her, her lips now slowly closing until she felt herself winking around his wrist.

Form her position she couldn't see herself but she guessed the sight must have been particularly stirring. She could both glimpse the manhood sticking out from the kneeling human's crotch, as well as smell the masculine scent of his arousal. She felt a new sensation as the fingers held lovingly within her began to bend, the hand penetrating her seeming to change shape in a surprising and delightful way. She felt fingertips against the walls of her sex before they disappeared, replaced by the feeling of sudden fullness as Theo very slowly flexed his hand into a fist.

“Aaugh!" the cry left her throat before Alba could stifle it, and she hoped dearly that it wasn't as loud as it seemed to her ears. The noise had been far to revealing for it to be allowed to leave this room. “L-like that…" she urged, immediately biting on her lower lip to keep any further cries of joy at a more intimate volume.

Theo bent his head back to her breast, licking along the gentle curve of her teats even as his hand slowly came to life within her. The assault on the mare's senses was sudden and relentless as the princess mewled pitifully, her hind legs quivering in the air with every shudder that ran through her body.

Theo seemed to have no intent on showing her any mercy, and she certainly had no intent of asking for any, even if she dared open her mouth. He would alternate between caressing her silken walls with his fingers and tightening him into a fist that her body seemed to recognize as the flare of a stallion near climax. It responded on reflex, milking and pulsing wantonly, failing to coax any seed out of the penetrating appendage and instead only fueling the fires of her own passion as she rubbed herself against it.

Her nostrils flared as the mare tossed her head back on to her pillows, her body already trembling with the first signs of her impending climax. The feeling of Theo's tongue running over the smooth ebony skin of her breasts and the way he gently pinched and tweaked one of her nipples only fanned the fire the hand within her had started. It was fisted into a gloriously hard lump just past her lips, hard and unyielding against the pink flesh pulsing lovingly around it.

“NoooOoo…" Alba whined when she felt Theo withdraw from her still twitching sex, the pitiful tone spoiled somewhat by the giggle that burst out in the midst of it.

She gasped when he freed himself from her loving grip, a splash of her nectar following his fingers and making her shudder a little as it trickled from her sex and all over the dark pucker that lay under her tail. She nickered softly when her lover repositioned himself on the bed, kneeling behind her with his stiff shat in full view of the eager mare.

“I found a third heart…" he said, smiling as he looked down at her belly. Alba knew about the first two, since one was obvious and the other was the tiny pink nub that would flash at him when he got her excited. Her look of confusion and impatience seemed to prompt Theo to demonstrate, and the mare felt two of his index fingers land at the same spot just above her equine bosom. Each one swerved to one side, rising in a lazy arch that trailed along the line where her fine fur gave way to smooth skin, before dipping downward and coming together just above the lower lip of her sex, a clear outline of a heart.

“Quit playing and come back inside!" she beckoned, smiling a little at the intimate observation.

Despite the eagerness in her tone, Theo took a few moments just to drink in the sight of her. Her fore-legs were curled demurely against her chest, and she was half-hiding her smiling face behind them, her eyes glittering impishly as they gazed into his own. As his eyes traveled lower along the lighter fur covering her underside her appearance became decidedly less demure.

Het teats were still wet from his earlier attentions, the occasional twitch of her belly making the firm mounds quiver between her toned legs. Her sex was glistening as every impatient wink pushed out a few more drops of her honey, a promise of loving warmth his for the taking. Theo grabbed each of her hind legs just below the hoof and pulled them gently apart. He worried for a second if the gesture may have been too presumptuous, but one look at Alba's face told him she very much approved.

He merely had to brush the tip of his shaft against those plump lips for the princess' marehood to wink open, the elastic petals gently pulling him in as they closed around him. He looked up, keeping his eyes on her gorgeous face as he pushed himself into that wet tunnel, her body hungrily accepting every inch of his manhood.

Alba let out a long and profoundly deep sight once she felt her lover's hips against her. Giving him her fillyhood had been a unique and tender experience, but there was something about feeling her body expand around his steely length, and the eager and already familiar way she was taking him. A shudder ran through her when he pulled out, dark lips clinging to the mare-slicked shaft as Theo withdrew most of his manhood before filling her once again.

His pace was slow, his thrusts long and his face fixed on hers, even though the mare was sure the sight of her winking around him must have been quite tempting. Not as much as the physical sensation, but she was still grateful for the chance to gaze into her lover's eyes as she gave herself to him.

Once again, he demonstrated that stamina she knew a stallion couldn't offer, tirelessly working his hips as the motion of his shaft stoked the fire now burning wildly in the mare's loins. The thought of burning brought her mind to the candles bathing them in their warm glow and she smiled at the thought that Theo might outlast them. We might yet make love by moonlight!

She was lost in the sensuous mating and the sight of her lover's face when she felt him release her legs. She wondered briefly why he did it, since she'd rather enjoyed the dominant touch – the feel of a strong male baring her so lewdly before taking what she was offering him. Her answer came when Theo laid his body on top of hers, his face now inches away from her own.

Her heart fluttered in her chest at the feeling of his weight on top of her and Alba realized with a little thrill that Theo could no doubt feel it as surely as she felt his own heart beating in that broad chest, betraying the effort he put in into his lovemaking. She could feel her teats pressed against his stomach, the soft feminine mounds of her belly flattened against the hard muscles covering his own.

But more than anything, his lips were now in reach of hers, and the moment the thought entered her head Alba found herself closing that distance and kissing Theo deeply. He kissed her back and resumed his trusting, short but powerful thrusts that soon had the mare moaning into his mouth. She felt giddy with joy at having discovered this level of closeness – to feel his lips on hers even as he felt hers around him, the sensation of his warm, hard body against hers, bare skin rubbing against her sleek coat except for that intimate patch where she was as smooth as her lover.

She only broke the kiss when her need for breath became truly desperate. She found herself panting and gasping, eyes barely focused on Theo's as he thrust into her with everything he had. His strokes were shallow and slower than when they'd first made love, but every time he sheathed himself inside her she felt her rear being bounced forward a little by the sheer force of his thrusts.

She'd been delaying her own climax, eager to savor this intimate moment for as long as she could without the fog of lust blurring everything apart from the sensation of him within her. It was proving an impossible battle, especially since her body knew what it had to look forward to. She felt her tunnel flex around the invading length, pressing against it until she could feel every contour of the male moving within her.

The slaps of his body against hers grew wet, her nipples stiff against the wall of muscle pressed against them. Their hearts were pounding so hard and so close to each other that she could no longer tell them apart. Her breath quickened, exiting her muzzle as either a needy gasp of a soft moan until she felt that familiar sensation start between her legs and spread through her body like wildfire.

As her marehood began to milk around her lover, Alba pressed her lips to his, a messy and clumsy kiss that at least served to muffle what would have been a squeal of delight. She heard him groan in response, slamming into her in slow but almost savage thrusts of such force that the mare was certain she would be sore tomorrow. And tomorrow she might care, but now she welcomed every slap of her mate against her body, still riding her wave when she felt the shaft tremble within her.

The sensation of his seed spilling into her eager sex was every bit as breathtaking as last time, the mare's hind legs kicking at the empty air with every spurt of her male. Not a drop escaped her, the winking of her lips and pulsing of her silken walls milking Theo as he remained pressed as closely against her as he could.

By the time he lifted himself off her several of the candles had indeed sputtered into little puddles of wax, the blue smoke coiling from the drowned wicks helping mask more intimate scents filling the room.

*******

“I've been meaning to ask – how are you and Theo getting along?"

The question came from Alba's mother, and coming as it did after a long and companionable silence, it was almost enough to make the young mare jump.

“Wha-we… we're doing fine. Wh-why are you asking?" the flustered mare managed to stammer out.

Her mother remained as serene as Alba had been just before the question was asked. The two were on a sunny terrace, taking in the sights and scents of the castle's floral garden. Theo was training in the yard and two servant-girls waited at the door, giving the queen and her daughter some privacy.

“Oh, I just couldn't help but notice how he's grown over the years. The gangly teen that had first entered your service had grown into such a strong and handsome young man…" the older mare mused out loud and Alba had to fight a sudden surge of jealousy.

Her mother was a strikingly beautiful mare, resembling her daughter apart from her coloration. Where Alba's coppery coat faded to black like her father's, her mother's turned to a shade of pale cream, complete with dainty feathering at the fetlocks. Even though she knew she was now as beautiful as her dame, the young mare sometimes still felt like an awkward filly, awed and occasionally envious of the graceful mare's beauty. And she certainly didn't like the idea of her noticing Theo!

“You're hiding it quite well darling, but you can't keep any secrets from me…"

“Y-you know?" Alba asked in a whisper. She wasn't really all that surprised. Despite the fact that her father was a diviner, the mare who'd born her seemed perfectly adept at probing into her mind and soul without resorting to scrying pools or crystal balls.

“Yes. And don't worry, I won't interfere. You two have done a good job of being discrete, and no problems will arise as long as you continue to do so."

“You are not upset? You've always taught me how important it is to save myself…"

“Yes, I did. As nobility, it is our duty to be mindful of matters such as succession, dynasties… Children must be born within wedlock and marriages must be quite carefully considered. But we are also living, breathing beings, with needs of our own. And as long as you don't neglect your duty, and keep your affairs your own, nobody will begrudge you if you find someone to help you fulfill those needs…" the queen said, smiling at the sight of her daughter's dumbfounded expression. “If it makes you feel any better, you managed to hold out a little longer than I did…" she added with a conspiratorial smile.

“Mother! You mean you… b-but father…"

“Don't worry dear, you were born out of love, not a sense of duty. I love your father deeply and he knows about my early indiscretions, as I know about his. My first amorous entanglement was thrilling, passionate, but fairly short-lived. Do you think yours will be as well?"

Alba averted her eyes while the question hung in the air. She knew the answer, but wasn't sure if her mother would want to hear it. She couldn't imagine herself being happy without Theo, and the mere thought of him made her heart beat a little bit faster. The older mare seemed to read the answer in her daughter's face, and to Alba's relief she didn't seem to mind.

“As I thought. Well, your heart is yours to give to whomever you like, and neither your mother nor your Queen can change that…" she spoke with a little smile that Alba found herself matching. "But I can and will ask you to keep room in your heart for your future husband. A stallion who gives you his foals is entitled to some of your love, even if you can't give him all of it." The mare finished, rising and stretching a little as she prepared to leave her daughter to ponder her words. As the mare turned to leave, Alba couldn't resist a question.

“What was his name?"

“Hmm?"

“Y-your human. Your first…" Alba explained, suddenly a bit embarrassed for questioning her own dame about her love life.

“Lydia." The older mare replied, smiling as the look of confusion on her daughter's face gave way to flustered realization. “Something about the way they carry their teats so high upon their chests…" she added wistfully before walking away. As she did Alba realized she'd been quite needlessly worried about her mother's interest in Theo…

*******

“Are you sure they aren't getting too big for you?" she teased Theo, prompting him to give her teats a good firm grope with those strong hands of his just to prove his point.

As far as he was concerned, or at least as far as her bosom was, motherhood suited her. Well, an expectant mother, to be exact. She was only two months along and she knew the foal growing within her wasn't big enough to swell her belly yet. But her breasts were determined to get an early start and the two once perky mounds were now noticeably heavier as they prepared to nurse a foal.

But until her child was born Theo seemed determined to enjoy them thoroughly. It was the main reason she was once again on her back, smiling at him as her new breasts bounced up and down with his every thrust. A few nights ago he'd even pushed the black globes together and slipped his impressive member between them. It had lacked the more thrilling sensations of having him properly within her but the mare had been thrilled by the deliciously deviant act, as well as the sight of his pearly seed glistening against the dark skin of her growing teats.

The foal growing within her wasn't his, of course, although not for lack of trying. Her marriage, as almost every one between Nobles, had been arranged, but she agreed that it had been a very good match. Her husband was a strikingly handsome stallion and a kind and gentle soul. Alba had heeded her mother's advice and she had a warm place in her heart for the male who shared her bed and who'd given her the life growing within her.

But Theo remained her greatest love, and her husband was too smart to be ignorant of the fact. She felt it a kindness that he continued to feign ignorance, and made sure to reward him with her affections and a similar consideration. She knew he didn't have anyone as close as Theo was to her, but whenever her guard would share her bed her stallion would make himself conveniently absent for a while. And the next day, if she kept her eyes peeled, the mare would usually spot one of the maids walking a bit funny and looking quite pleased for someone who'd spent a mostly sleepless night.

She winced at the thought and wondered how they handled such a male. Granted, it seemed to always be some of the sturdier women, but her husband was a challenge even for her. And while she'd learned to enjoy the sensation of a stallion on her back and between her legs, their matings were thrilling but short.

For his part she knew Theo harbored no jealousy – they were too close now for either of them to have any hope of keeping a secret form the other. Alba's husband had given her something that he knew he never could, and during their pillow talk a few weeks ago he'd admitted he couldn't resent anyone who made her happy.

Such loyalty only made Alba love him more, and the mare made sure to show Theo just how much that was during these private moments together. True, he hadn't given the mare her child, but he'd given her everything else he could. The sire of her foal had himself a beautiful caring lady wife, but she knew deep down that Theo counted himself luckier for getting that flustered young mare with twigs in her mane…