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The Perks of Being an Arrenthen Stable Master

Chapter 01

There was no better job in all the kingdom of Arrenthen than that of the royal stable master. Rex worked for Queen Talba and King Vaulix as the one who cared for the steeds and mounts that were reserved for the royal family and the highest ranking generals in their military.

Most stables consisted almost entirely of horses, as they were the default cavalry in pretty much any military around the world. Horses were loyal, powerful, had great endurance, and made for fantastic companions regardless of one's standing in society. That meant that everyone from soldiers to farmers and literally anyone in between had some experience with horses. They were reliable. They were also pretty basic. A mount for all occasions but a not specialized for any one situatation.

The royal stables housed more than a dozen of the more exotic steeds available to the rich, the noble, or most commonly the royal family. Horses were the most basic mount for all walks of life but they were only one out of four possible base options and only one of ten possible steeds in total.

Equines were of course the most basic and widespread but some cultures rode on dire wolves as well. It wasn't too common because the canines were incredibly territorial and loyal to a fault; this meant they were great on a farm or for a small group of mercenaries but didn't do well as mounts for cavalry in any military force. Dragons and gryphons were similarly available to those willing and able to ride them and both mounts had the ability to fly but their size and intelligence meant that the potential was limited. Only the smaller races could fly a dragon or a gryphon effectively.

Most important about both dragons and gryphons was that they were both quite intelligent. Feral still, but bordering on sentience. That meant that they really didn't act loyal, submissive, or obedient unless they strongly bonded with their riders. Only a select few could ride a dragon or gryphon; unwanted mounting would often lead to the rider being mauled and left for the flock.

Both aerial races were large and had the ability to command magic, the latter of which was not something true ferals could do. Only sentient individuals could command magic, with some very rare exceptions. Dragons were usually larger and more physically intimidating, naturally able to use their magic in the form of a sticky fire that was feared the world over. On the other wing, gryphons were smaller and had better and more diverse magical capabilities, able to harness all the elements freely while never quite hitting the sheer strength and power of dragons and their liquid fire.

So with equines, canines, gryphons, and dragons all as potential options with various strengths and weaknesses, the people of Dalon spent generations cross-breeding them until they were able to create new species. Hybrids. Specialized, custom mounts that took strengths and weaknesses from both parent races. Any two of the four core species could make a hybrid in spite of the fact that they were all different kingdoms of fauna. The equines and canines were both mammals but split into different families while the dragons were a bridge between avian and reptile kingdoms and gryphons were a bridge between the avian and mammalian kingdoms.

Their similarities were enough to allow them to cross breed resulting in mixed hybrids. Most mixes didn't work an overwhelming majority of the time, but when they did manage to make viable offspring the results were glorious.

The most common of the hybrids were the Hippogryphs and Ulokar. The former was a hybrid of equines and gryphons while the latter was a blend of canine and dragon. A cross section of the breeding chart. They were the best options available because they managed to adopt most of the positive traits of their parent species while dousing or outright eliminating the negative traits. The Ulokar had the strength and power of dragons, as well as the speed and loyalty of the dire wolves; they were still territorial and hard to keep under control like their parent species but could be tamed enough to keep.

The hippogryphs were similar, in that they had the loyalty, obedience, and endurance of equines while having the intelligence, ferocity, and magic of gryphins. Much like the ulokar, the more troublesome territorial nature, intelligence, and defiance of the gryphon parent were tempered a bit to make them more suited to be mounted.

Of course all of these core species and cross breeds were able to be domesticated but some were far harder than others and in many cases it just wasn't worth the time. For example, a dragon-gryphon hybrid was immensely intelligent, possessed the ability to control all the elements, could fly, and had the strength and ferocity to topple kingdoms but was so hard to keep under control they were more of a liability than an asset. Only a handful of people ever were able to tame and ride those hybrids. On the other end of the spectrum, the canine-equine hybrids were cute, friendly, loyal, and playful but that meant they were better as pets than as mounts or for any manner of utility in battle.

So while equines remained the most common and most versatile of the steeds worldwide, they weren't necessarily the best option for certain occasions. Noble or royal families often demanded the more rare and special breeds such as ulokar or hippogryphs, while high ranking military officials would make a point to keep dire wolves, gryphons, and dragons within their ranks. They were harder to train and harder to keep but were far more ferocious on the battle field.

In the case of the royal family or other noble families, steeds other than horses were a status symbol. They'd walk through town on the back of a gryphon or dragon just to show off how much more important they were than those silly farmers with their horses.

That's where Rex came in. Queen Talba and King Vaulix kept a stable of the finest steeds in all the land, most of which were hybrids or unique in some form or another. They needed an elite team of trainers and handlers to care for these steeds and beasts. Dozens or even hundreds of trainers came and went but none could keep up and were soundly rejected by the team assembled by the royal family.

Since most of the royal stables were occupied by gryphons, dragons, ulokar, and hippogryphs they all demanded more attention and care than a herd of horses or a pack of wolves. Most ranchers, herders, and trainers were not equipped to deal with the master-level requirements that a gryphon or dragon would put upon them. Few could make the cut, which made it more special for Rex.

He was one of the only ones who actually commanded respect and loyalty from the steeds in the royal stables. He and his fluctuating crew of about a half dozen were the only team that was able to keep the stables under control. And for that, he had slowly earned a place among the royal family's highest ranks. Not a general but as high as a civilian could hope to climb without generational wealth.

There was nothing special about Rex, but the tiger had actually worked with these beasts before. He'd spent many years under the tutelage of Ilorek on his ranch, where the queen's finest steed was bred, born, and raised. Ocerre. Sometimes known as Oceris, and other times known as Oceras.

Ocerre was a hippogryph with some very unique properties, which was why they were reserved for the royal family. Though Ocerre was born of gryphon and equine, they didn't have a solid, permanent form. Their mother was a gryphon that had transformation abilities, while the father was a rare stallion that had immense levels of magic innate to his body. The two mixed and the resulting hippogryph was born with the ability to shift freely across the spectrum, seemingly at will.

This unique hippogryph could shift from male to female freely, could grow wings or have them removed without issue, and could mix and match traits of both parent species over time. Some days they were fully equine, other times fully gryphon, but usually somewhere in the middle. They had the moniker of Oceris when equipped with male parts and Oceras while female. They were also massive. The transformation magic innate to Ocerre meant they were the size of an elephant, which was needed because both the king and queen were massive.

King Vaulix and Queen Talba both towered over most people in the kingdom of Arrenthen. Rex was taller than most by a head and even he barely stood up to Talba's hips when they both stood tall. She was nearly four meters tall, which meant her steed equally had to be massive compared to the others. Seeing her and her husband ride into battle on such a large beast was awe-inspiring.

And only Rex was able to properly care for this special hippogryph when the king and queen were not able to do so. Only Rex and his team were able to do the job without being rejected.

He was hard at work in the stables this evening, with two other members of his team there with him. They were just cleaning the stalls and making sure each and every beast was well cared for. The nation was enjoying a time of peace and rest so they were not needed to be prepped for battle, which meant they were spending more time in the stables with Rex and his team than with their riders.

Rex took pride in his job. Back when he worked on the ranch with Ilorek he often put the beasts he worked with ahead of himself and even the other workers. He didn't hate people but found the company of his quadruped companions to be far superior; plus he knew that without him giving them the special care and attention they needed and deserved they might be neglected.

Horses were able to go without much interaction from their riders or handlers for days at a time and could be traded off without much in terms of complications. It wasn't ideal but Rex understood the need for that sort of versatility with beasts of burden. They were obedient and did their jobs well. The same couldn't be said for the other mounts or the hybrids that came from them.

So when he found out that the royal family was looking for a Stable Master to be the handler to their personal mounts, Rex was interested. He was even more interested when he found out one of those mounts was Ocerre, the shifting hippogryph that he himself had seen being born and raised. He had a special connection with Ocerre and knew he'd be perfect for the job.

Within merely weeks, Queen Talba had seen the work he'd done and the improvement Ocerre had shown since Rex's arrival. He was complimented and honoured and given command over the team, where he was able to hire people he knew would be best for the job. The team they had prior to his arrival was adequate for the basic care of the beasts in the royal stable but nothing more. So he populated the team with those he'd worked with in the past and knew personally were the best for their respective jobs.

On this evening, as Rex was fluffing up some hay and feeding Oceris, he had two of his closest friends and best workers alongside him.

Nearby was Ezra, a similarly tall canine that had a special affinity for the dire wolves. He worked well with all species but when it came to training and commanding a pack none matched him. Even the most dominant of studs and bitches would expose their belly to him.

Farther out near the gryphons and dragons was Nib, a mage donkey that had been hired for his specialty with both the more magical beasts. He wasn't particularly strong with magic himself but there were none better when it came to caring for magical beasts; the best ademane vet in all of Arrenthen. He was using a series of ademane crystals to do some tests on a gryphon under its wing. That was the best way to check and make sure there were no magical issues to be concerned about.

Ademane being the material responsible for magic; it came in solid, liquid, gas, and plasma forms, each with their own unique properties. The same fluid that dragons could spew and ignite that made them so very feared among their enemies and meals.

The three of them were good friends even outside of work. So Rex was keeping the conversation going as he carefully worked in the stall around Ocerre's four legs, carefully weaving through them and the hippogryph's tail and pinions. “So tell me about this girl!" He called to Ezra, who was a few stalls over taking care of one of the ulokar mounts.

The stables were very wide open. Either of the side walls had five stalls a piece with the front and back walls having four and a passage way to go in and out of the castle; the front went to the courtyard and the back went deeper into the castle for special occasions and a very unique mount specifically for King Vaulix and no others. There was a large arena in the middle for training and play, as well as a series of stands for people to watch or relax on top of the stall roofs and under the wooden dome that covered the whole royal stable.

Ezra was beaming. “Absolutely stunning! She's so much fun. We went out for a hike down the cliffs last night and she surprised me with a basket of home baked sweets! Not just buns and bread, actual cinnamon rolls and cookies and muffins and cupcakes! Turns out she is a damn good baker, which I need in my life! I mean, I knew she could cook but baking is a whole different skill set."

Nib pitched in from the other end of the stables. “Is that the gal you met at the inn?"

“Yeah! Her name is Afearnia and she told me that she hopes I have a lot of love to give! Not sure what it means but I think it means she likes me!"

Rex stopped what he was doing to peek over the stall at Ezra. “Wait, I thought she had a girlfriend. This cute little bunny-doe hybrid."

“Wait, really?" Ezra seemed immediately deflated.

“No, I thought she had a boyfriend." Nib pitched in again. “Big stallion. Worked at a farm outside of town. Absolutely massive unit of a stud."

Ezra stood tall in his stall, glancing around. “Uh, That's Fidget and Vvilfred. I thought they were dating each oth-" He stopped mid-sentence as it dawned on him. He then huffed with a broad grin upon his face, returning to work. “I think I get it now. Awesome."

“Get what?" Rex asked as he slid back to his duties fluffing the hay and straw. Next to him, Ocerre shifted, their hooves and talons scraping the bottom of the stall. “What's there to get?"

“Afearnia isn't monogamous!" Ezra said with a lot more excitement than one would expect. “If she's dating Fidget and dating Vvilfred and they're dating each other and she made such a thoughtful and tasty gift for me, clearly she's not the type to stick to a single partner."

Nib had been walking over from his spot with the gryphons and dragons. “Is this a good thing?"

Ezra slipped out of the stall, wiping his hands off. “Well it's certainly not a bad thing. I mean, I'll have to talk to her about it so I don't make any crazy assumptions but if it means what I think it means, I might be able to get her to hook me up with her partners, too. You know first hand how pleasant horse cock is. Especially when they flare up in cookies. Well, spades."

Rex remained in the paddock for Ocerre. As he glanced over he saw that the usually agendered equine was feeling pretty masculine today. His sheath was swollen and his cock was at half mast dangling between his legs. Oceris – the male form – was casually letting it all hang out while Rex worked in the stall next to him. For anyone other than Rex or his team, this would have been the time to bail out before his territorial nature took over and he tried to be dominant. Instead, Rex carried on his conversation. “Yeah, but what if it's not what you think?"

“It's called communication." Ezra growled. He wasn't actually angry but was mildly frustrated. He had been far more confident ever since he visited the ranch that Rex had worked at. Ezra wouldn't share what happened other than that he felt more like himself than he had his whole life and it somehow involved Ocerre's parents, the transforming gryphon and the magical stallion. Unicorn. That shift in attitude was a major part in helping him get the job working the royal stables.

“Okay, sorry. You're right. Communication. It's just, you know, most people are-"

“Since when do you or I or any of us care about what 'most people' care about?" Ezra countered. He had a good point. None of the stable hands Rex had hired had employed traditional methods to train and handle the beasts in their care. That was the key, really. “Makes a lot more sense to me. And shouldn't we all be doing what makes us happy instead of worrying about what's considered normal?"

Nib agreed. “Yeah. But just make sure it's what you want and that you're not misreading her before jumping into anything." He put his hand on Ezra's shoulder and gave a pat. “Come on, it looks like we're done here. I'm hungry. Rex, you joining us?"

Rex poked his head over the side of the stall; he had to stand on a bench to just barely peek since Oceris was so tall that the walls needed to be that tall. “Sorry, I still have some work to do and I think I'm gonna have some complications with this guy I gotta deal with before I go anywhere."

Both Nib and Ezra slowly nodded, a knowing grin shared between them.

“Stallion'd?" Nib joked.

“Or Mare'd?" Ezra offered as a counter.

With a casual side glance over at Oceris, Rex's eyes widened. “Uh, definitely stallion today. Oceris joins us tonight." It wasn't just that the stallion's member had fully grown but the flare was so big and was leaking into the hay beneath him.

Both of them nodded and said in unison, “Got it." Before waving and heading out the front gate to the courtyard, leaving Rex alone in the stall with Oceris.

Once they were gone, Rex gulped to himself and made sure to lean the pitchfork off to the side, well out of the way. “Okay buddy, let's get you taken care of."

The secret to Rex's team and their ability to keep the beasts loyal to them was simple. Give them what they want in exchange for fealty. Sometimes that meant treats and food and time in the sky to express their freedom. Sometimes that meant making sure their sexual needs were satisfied. It was exactly the kind of thing that wasn't spoken loudly outside of the stables for fear of upsetting people due to the taboo, but still an essential element in any responsible stable keeper. The taboo was what kept it from being widely accepted and utilized, even if it was such an important part of the job.

There were artificial vaginas for the stallions and drakes, as well as imitation dicks for the hens and mares. Sometimes they even employed large smoothed rocks or fake eggs to give them a sense of motherhood, if need be. Whatever the case, the sexual dynamic of these beasts was a major part of keeping them happy; semi-sentient beasts put a lot of emphasis on that part of a relationship.

“So what are we gonna do for you tonight?" Rex asked as he lightly patted Oceris on the thigh. He needed to be very careful or face the wrath of an errant hoof or talon. Testing the hybrid to see where he wanted or needed attention was very important. Sure, the shaft and head were a good bet but sometimes the stud wanted his tail hole tickled or his balls massaged. Knowing what he wanted would make this go a lot quicker and be a lot safer.

Rex stroked the stallion's hindquarters, gently massaging his way down and curling his fingers around his haunches to see if he lifted his tail. The tail and pinions both stayed flush to Oceris's backside, so that wasn't it. Rex continued by wrapping his other hand around the stallion's thigh to gently tease and caress the sheath and base of his ball sack.

Oceris stomped a hind hoof and nickered at the tiger, his beak slightly agape. Not in anger, but in lust. This told Rex all he needed to know.

“Okay, I'll get the sleeve." He gingerly stepped under Oceris to make his way to the gate, knowing he'd have to guide the stallion to the breeding mount. Only, when he did this and gently pushed the massive beast's cock to the side to do so, Oceris brought one of his front talons up to claw at Rex's body, making him trip and wrap both arms around the shaft for balance.

This sudden attention made Oceris throw his head back, mane flowing gently while he shifted his weight and hopped from one pair of legs to the other.

“So you don't want me to get your toy? Alright, I guess." He gulped and stood there, hands on his hips as he stared at the hippogryph cock that was dangling next to him. Oceris was so much larger than him that the shaft's girth was bigger around than his torso and twice as long. The hippogryph's equipment started at Rex's face height and the bulging flare at the end of it was tapping below his knees while a steady flow of precum formed a puddle in the ground.

It was almost criminal to waste that mess. Rex got down to one knee and put his paw under the stallion's cock, collecting as much of the fluid as he could before using it to soak both hands and rub it into Oceris's broad flare. He was gentle, squeezing and caressing with his palms until Oceris got a little too excited and bucked forth, cock growing firm against his touch and pushing him over with ease.

The torrent of stallion precum splashed all up and down Rex's belly and chest, soaking into his fur and making him a slimy mess. He nearly fell over but was able to brace himself on the hippogryph's front legs, barely keeping from getting caught on a dewclaw.

“Fine. Fine. I see how it is. I didn't bring potions, though, so you'll have to make do with what I have, eh?" He got back to his feet and brushed himself off before collecting more of the leaking mess straight from the tap. Once he had a palm full of hippogryph precum he started rubbing it up and down Oceris's shaft, squeezing just tight enough to make the loose skin along its length shift over the more firm core inside. He paused to stop every time he got to he bottom to rub around the rim of the head and collect more fluid to better smear it all over.

Every few full, body-length strokes he had to brace himself when Oceris flexed his loins and tensed up his cock, making it swat the tiger with enough might to knock anyone over. He was prepared and ready so he was able to either get out of the way or widen his stance so that it went between his legs and vaulted him up. The size difference was so vast between them that he had no choice but to adapt because there was no hope he could resist.

Once he had collected and smeared enough of the beast's arousal up and down his shaft, Rex leaned in close and wrapped his arms fully around his cock. His knees clenched down around the base of the spongy flare and his entire torso was pressed up against the length of Oceris's shaft. The stallion's medan ring was pressed against Rex's belly and the many veins coursing through the horse's cock were throbbing and pulsating enough that he felt it through his gooey, slimy fur.

His best bet was to do squats while wrapped around Oceris, stroking the hippogryph's length with his entire body while squeezing with his inner thighs as his legs bent past the massive spongy head. Ideally, doing this would put enough emphasis on the flare that Oceris would have his proper release and make a mess so Rex could clean it up and head out to catch up with Nib and Ezra.

But Rex found himself somewhat inundated by the sweet, musky aroma that was emanating from every part under the hippogryph's loins. Oceris had a lovely mix of mare and stallion scents at the same time, so his sheath and shaft and the resulting fluids all had that earthy, musky scent that could drive any mare wild while also having that faint sweetness that'd make stallions lose themselves.

The blend meant that Ocerre could turn themselves on, which was part of the reason he was so demanding and constantly in need of attention. Any time they got even remotely aroused, their scent would waft up from their hindquarters and they'd need attention. As a stallion, the subtle scent of a mare made him rowdy and needy; as a mare the musk of a stallion would make her lift tail and demand attention until she got it.

Rex was lost in the first scenario, it seemed. Which would have been fine if he could slip out and get the artificial vagina for the hippogryph. But Oceris was not letting him leave. Instead, he was demanding attention here and now, all while the wrinkles of his sheath and the sticky sweet scents of his natural aura were making Rex melt and get hard himself.

It wouldn't be the best job in the world if he didn't like what he did. This wasn't just work for Rex, it was pleasure as well. So the scent of stallion and mare were both enough to trigger his carnal needs as much as they would any fellow beast. So the more he nuzzled that massive stallion shaft and stroked its entire length with his body, the more hard he got and the deeper he purred.

Tigers don't generally purr like the smaller felines out there; it was more like as pleasant growl that rumbled through the chest. It sounded like a warning or a display of dominance but it was as much a sign of affection as any housecat's purr. It was also a far more intense vibration that resonated with flesh a lot better than any relic or gem could hope to emulate. This meant that a feline purr when applied to the body of another could turn anyone into a melting puddle of arousal and desire.

In this instance, it had quite the strange effect on Oceris.

As Rex nuzzled the base of the shaft where it met the belly and sheath, tiger-purring all the while, he noticed that the hippogryph's cock wasn't getting firmer or bigger but was softening and shrinking. Folding back up into the sheath. He was confused, because Oceris hadn't climaxed yet.

“You okay boy?" He asked as he reached up to gently pat the hybrid on the chest.

Oceris gently scraped the ground with his front talon while tossing his head. At the same time, his cock completely retreated into its confines while the whole opening sealed up and both balls were absorbed between his thighs. His cock had been completely lost to his loins, leaving only the faintest of plump breasts and nipples there.

Rex was about to assume his job here was done when Oceris stepped forward over him and lifted tail to reveal the shifting flesh that was forming a pair of thick mare lips. The skin parted, the stallion flare bulged out the anterior crook of the swelling vulva, then got sucked back up to form the biggest, meatiest clit he had ever seen. He was right underneath Oceras as the mare's flesh shifted and took form. Once the transformation concluded, she winked her clit and forced a flood of fluid to spray down his face and chest, coating him from head to toe. Literally.

He gulped and licked his lips, knowing that he needed to deal with this. Two transformations in quick succession was not something he saw often but he wasn't going to let that interfere with his duties. He had a job to do and he was prepared to help the hippogryph either way. However, his pants were now soaked and getting in the way, so he stepped out of them and tossed them over the door of the stall before stepping up on the bench that allowed him to peek over the wall earlier. It was the only way his face would be at the proper height.

The very instant he did that, Oceras backed up and pinned him to the wall, tail up and flagged to the side. Her massive, meaty lips spread across his feline muzzle with her red velvet insides caressing his snout, parting to partially swallow him. She whinnied and nickered and clacked her beak while shifting her weight from side to side, grinding her flesh against his face while using the wall to keep him in place. It was clear she was enjoying herself.

Rex was having just as much fun. His cock had fully emerged and was hard as could be from the moment her flesh spread across his face to suck on his snout. His chest was also rumbling as deep as it ever had while he purred right into her depths, vibrating her walls around him and coaxing a seemingly never-ending flow of her fluids to escape between his chin and her clit to cascade over his chest. In an effort to collect it and use it, he brought one hand up and cradled her clit, slipping fingers in between it and her folds to practically squeeze and tug on it.

His other hand couldn't help but use some of that leaking fluid to start stroking himself. He was working but that didn't mean he couldn't also enjoy himself. If he was purring and using his muzzle like a vibrator to coax an orgasm out of the hippogryph, there as no harm in enjoying his own climax.

"Excuse me, Rex, but what are you doing?" He could barely hear the muffled voice thanks to Oceras's rump cheeks pinning him to the stall wall and partially covering her ears; He was buried that deep in mare flesh that he was partially lost to the hippogryph.

His eyes went wide and his heart sank deep in his chest. His cock shriveled and retreated to its sheath as he heard that voice. It was the sensual, deep yet feminine voice of Queen Talba herself and she had caught him muff diving in her prized shifting hippogryph mare.

That was it. the end of his career.

He barely managed to slip out from behind Oceras when he saw Talba grab his pants from over the stall door. She tossed it at his soaking wet face, letting it blanket him. “Put your damn pants on and come with me. We're going to have a bit of a chat."

Chapter 02

Rex obeyed with humility as he hopped back into his pants and followed her to the castle through the back exit to the stables, eyes down to avoid eye contact. The far larger Queen towered over him being nearly twice his height, which made things far worse; even if she was no larger than him he'd have felt intimidated. They had a good relationship beyond just his work but he knew and understood her authority and the situation he'd gotten himself into.

He was soaked in a concoction of stallion and mare juices, making him smell heavenly to some and atrocious to others. Usually when he was dealing with the needs of the beasts in the stables he showered before leaving; the other people who spent their days in the castle did not need to have that aroma sticking to them for the entire day.

Talba kept a medium pace with her long legs, sure to not outrun Rex. She could have just grabbed him by the scruff and carried him to their destination but she wanted to make him work for it. An added insult before effectively ending his life.

They made their way down the halls of the castle towards the grand hall where declarations were made, which was clearly where she was going to publicly humiliate him and then cast him out. Except they walked right through it and down the hall towards one of the four towers. More specifically the tower which the king and queen slept. Her quarters. She stopped at the bottom of the spiral stairs and commanded him to lead the way. “Go." She said simply, also avoiding eye contact.

Rex was confused but still did as he was told, heading up the stairs ahead of her. The sheer disrepancy between her size and his meant that there were two sets of stairs, the ones on the outside had three steps to each one on the inside. Once they got to the top, Talba leaned over him and unlocked the door to her chambers, literally knee-pushing him in as she followed.

He stumbled into her bedroom, barely keeping his balance as he glanced around nervously. The dark bricks of the castle lined the walls, save for the tall windows with stained glass portraits of her and Vaulix on the opposite side of the room. Dead center was her bed, a massive flat with red velvet sheets and a golden metal frame. “Wait, what are we doing here?" He asked, taking in the well kept chambers of the royal family.

She closed the door behind them and stood tall in front of Rex, glaring down the crest of her beak at him. She ignored his question. “What exactly were you doing in that stall?"

“Doing my job? Working?" He wasn't lying but was testing to see if his uncertainty would alleviate whatever punishment was coming his way."

“I know that's what you were supposed to be doing, but I want to know in your own words exactly what I was looking at." She crossed her arms over her chest and started tapping her massive golden talons on the black stone of the floor. He had only just noticed after all this time that she was wearing a rather minimalist, emerald-green floral dress that would have perfectly matched her eyes if they were red with rage.

With no real recourse to get out of it, Rex decided to at least try to make light of it. “Depends on how long you were watching, really."

Her face went blank and she huffed at him, leaning over so that she was at eye height with him. “The end. When I got your attention."

Again he really didn't know how to respond so he meekly shrugged. “I was tending to Ocerre's needs at the time." He wasn't the sort to lack confidence but his heart was in his throat. It was hard to not be intimidated by the queen staring him down. Especially when the queen made him look tiny.

She stood back up and shook her head with what looked like disgust. “I know that. I mean what technique were you using? She was absolutely gushing!"

Rex was taken aback. “Excuse me, what?"

“What were you doing to her that had her so excited? Her back was arched, she was practically on the verge of swallowing you up, and look at you, your chest is soaked. How did you do that? And why didn't you try it out before? Can you do it to me?"

He just stared, mouth agape. Completely dumbfounded. “I'm not sure I follow."

“What's so complicated? She's a hippogryph mare, I'm a hippogryph mare. If you could get that sort of reaction out of her what are the chances you could do the same for me?" She leaned against the corner pole of her bed, looking down at Rex, her legs ever so subtly grinding against each other while her tail flicked and pumped up and down behind her.

“Wait, am I not in trouble? I was violating your mount." Not actually violating; it was clear beyond words that Oceras was the one in charge at the time of the interruption.

Talba grabbed him by the shoulders and set him on the bed so that he was closer to eye level. Even with him raised up like that he still only came up to her neck. “I know that. Why would you be in trouble for that? You were, in fact, doing your job."

“Because, uh, I'm still not sure I follow. Can we start from the top, my queen?" It was clear he wasn't being reprimanded so he reverted back to a more respectful, pleasant demeanor.

She raised an eyebrow and flicked her ear. “Do you sincerely not know why you were promoted to the position you're in? You were the only one who was willing to get your....face....dirty in order to do your job. All the other candidates were trying so hard to be professional that they wouldn't get wet and that meant our beasts never bonded with them. But you did. So you got promoted. Did you think we didn't know you and your crew were doing this?"

Rex gulped, alternating between looking in her eyes and staring off into the distance before he could conjure something remotely helpful to say. “I mean, I hadn't really thought about it. It's not exactly something that-" He cut himself off as he once again recoiled, the realization washing over him. “You knew this whole time and you never asked about it or brought it up or said anything?"

“Why would I? You did your job, you did it well, and you did it without the need for me or Vaulix to micromanage you. Trusting you was most of the impetus for the promotion. If we didn't trust you, whether you were pleasuring the beasts or not, you wouldn't have a job here. Clearly they like you and Ocerre has a great sense of character." She dismissively waved him away. “You're getting caught up on the wrong thing here. What were you doing that made her twitch and gush like that?"

“Am I fixating on the wrong things?" He asked for clarification, wanting to get to the bottom of that part before he started talking about his intimate methods. His relationship with Talba was notably casual and mildly lewd – which was peculiar given her social standing compared to his – but this was not the length he ever expected it to go. As casual sex joke here, an encouraging ass smack there. Those seemed reasonable. But sexually pleasing her mount was not what he expected to be allowed. That's why he kept it mostly to himself and made a point to not discuss it in noble company.

She flicked his snout and leaned down so they were at eye level to each other. Her head alone was as big as his entire upper torso; she could have swallowed him whole if she felt so inclined. “Yes. I specifically hired you in the first place from Ilorek's recommendation, and he knows enough to take care of all of a beast's needs, not just the food and shelter parts, in order to foster loyalty. And your success in gaining that bestial fealty was what earned you the promotion. So yes, your willingness to get wet and messy is why you have the job you have. So moving on from that, answer my question."

“What question was that, again?" He was so fixated on the beast banging that he barely registered the other half of her inquiry.

“How did you get her to do that? To shift from stallion to mare so quickly and then make such a mess so quickly. What were you doing that made her do that? It must have been wonderful."

Rex had to pause and think back to the events of the evening so he could remember exactly what he was doing when she apprehended him. When it all came together, after a moment of drawing the scene in the air with his paws, he snapped his fingers. “Purring!"

She stood tall and shook her head in confusion. “That's it? I've been with felines before. It had to be more than just that."

“I mean, my purring is exceptionally deep, like a mix between a purr and a growl. So it really gets deep in the tissue and tends to resonate better with, uh, intimate bits than your normal feline."

“Show me." Talba commanded.

“Is that the best idea?" Rex asked while glancing over at the bedroom door, expecting someone to burst in the moment he touched her. Someone like her husband. King Vaulix. He was a kind and loving man, one who genuinely seemed to care about any and every person that called his kingdom home and even those who didn't. But he also used to be an incredibly effective general in the Tehgolian army before he married Princess Talba and united the nations.

That was the last thing Rex needed.

She glanced over at the door and offered a dismissive wave. “Don't worry about that. Vaulix isn't expected to be back at the castle until tomorrow evening at the earliest. In the mean time, I'd really love to see what it is about you that fosters such loyalty and companionship with our mounts." She didn't even wait for him to give an answer before turning around and raising one leg onto a bench, casually lifting the bottom of her dress to expose her hindquarters. Her tail was flagged high, letting Rex see clearly she was not wearing anything under that dress.

He was transfixed. He knew she was large and thick but seeing her expose her entire leg made it clear just how much muscle she had under that dress. Given her standing as the queen she was always draped in layers of royal regalia and jewelry, so her actual beauty was mostly hidden from the public. Rex was astounded to see that her thighs could have given Oceris stiff competition. He loved what he saw so much he actually caught himself with jaw open, drooling down onto his chest.

“Cute." She said as she extended a hand to catch some of his dangling saliva on a single finger. She then slipped that finger between her legs and under her dress to slide it between her lips. Her peachy, pink lips. Everything under her tail and between her legs was a plump, blonde coloration highlighted by the pink flush of arousal. Once she finished with the dollop of tiger saliva, she leaned in close so that she was once again at eye level and used that same finger to lightly tap him on the snout.

Instantly he got a whiff of Talba's aroused scent. It was every bit the sweet and earthy delight he would expect from a queen, with a subtle hint of floral notes at the end. All he could do was stare at her, chest heaving as he looked up and down her body, somehow avoiding eye contact.

She cradled his chin with her moist finger and made him stare her right in the eyes. Her bright, emerald eyes. As they shared an intense gaze she got ever so much closer until her beak touched his snout. “Boop." She said with a playful bit of jest. She then turned around and bent over so that her shapely rump formed a perfect curve in the back of her dress aside from the raised ridge of her tail.

“I, uh. My queen, are you sure-" Was all he could say. He could barely even focus on the fact that his pants had grown exceptionally tight, his member at full mast but trapped in his trousers.

She smiled back at him while looking down over her shoulder, a half-cocked gape grin parting her beak. Without looking away she started swaying her hips while gripping the edge of her dress to slowly hike it up until the entire garment was up over the base of her tail, fully exposing her again. To accentuate the little dance, she started chirping at him. “You know, I was expecting someone so confident with beasts larger than me to be a bit more assertive."

He opened his mouth to speak but the words got lost somewhere between his chest and his throat; he was forced to swallow them back down while still standing unsure on the edge of the bed.

Talba stood up tall again and lifted the dress over her head, folding it upward before tossing it on a nearby reading chair. She was completely nude, back to him and tail flagged high to let him barely see her plump, moist flesh. The light in the room was rather dim – it was night and her chambers were lit by gemlight – but even he could see that her mound was genuinely soaked with arousal, the coating of her fluids so broad it made its way all the way to the base of her tail.

“With all due respect, my queen, working with beasts is vastly different than with you." He was trying his best to focus on her face and not stare at that shapely rump or those powerful thighs or the plump donut of tail hole that was glistening with her arousal on the dim gemlight.

She turned to reveal her entire exposed front to him, the plump peachy pink of her equine vulva poking out from where her thigh gap would be if she had one. The bright flushed pink of her flesh there drew his attention immediately, only to have him realize a little late when he tried to regain eye contact that she lacked breasts. Under the dresses her bosom was ample and full, but without the mask of garments he saw that her chest was thick with black-tipped plumage.

“How it it any different? They're unpredictable and powerful, and you have to know how to command respect while also being respectful of them. You need to be able to discern when you need to take control and when you have to listen. Feels pretty similar if you ask me." She leaned in close so that her chest plumage was right up in his face without actually touching him.

“Similar, I suppose, but with you I don't get to tell you what to do or take control. You're you and I'm your stable master." He gulped as the queen's scent coated his throat and lungs.

She stepped as close to the side of her bed as she was able, her shins pressed tight to the foot of it as she wrapped both her hands around Rex to pull him in for a hug. This pressed his face to her chest and his midsection – contained erection and all – against her toned belly. She lowered her beak to whisper into his ear. “I appreciate the respect but I'm formally giving you permission to take command. The worst I'll do is not obey."

Rex just about collapsed then and there with shock. The scent, the warmth of her bosom, and the gentle power of her hands cradling him nearly brought him to a premature climax right there.

It was even worse when she kept him held tight while slipping a finger into the waist of his trousers to force his pants down over his thighs. Once he got enough self control to step out of them and kick the pants to the side, she cradled his hand in hers – showing just how much larger she was than him – and pressed his palm to her swollen, plump vulva. Instantly, he melted into her and the purring started right into her chest plumage.

“There ya go." She cooed at him while holding him close. Very close. So close she was actually squeezing him a little too tight with those massive, powerful hands of hers.

Rex was too lost in bliss to notice. Well, too inundated with chest feathers to care. It took him a bit longer than he would have been proud to share but he gained the confidence he needed to take her advice and take control. He leaned into her bosom and revved up the rumbling of his purring while curling his fingertips between her folds, his palm cupping her absolutely massive clit.

Once again he shuddered and nearly collapsed as he felt the silken insides of her equine pussy squeeze tight around his digits. Despite being many multitudes larger than him her flesh remained shockingly snug around him. Even just a few fingers. He could tell there was a lot more room inside, though, so he curled his wrist and slipped his entire hand up into her. There was an audible squish as her flesh parted and made way for him, then another as her lips clenched tight around his wrist. Not only did her slick walls keep a snug grip around him but her clit rolled out from between her lips, smearing her fluid up his forearm.

Her clit was the size of his balled up fist, easily. Maybe bigger. It was a rolling mass of firm yet spongy tissue that resembled a stallion flare without the urethral opening. That was inside, lining her anterior wall. Queen Talba's pussy was as divine as her royal blood would imply, perfect inside and out. Her vulva was round and plump and tender while her slick, red velvet inner walls were as perfectly silky smooth as he ever would have imagined.

And to better emphasize just how immaculate she was on the inside, when she clenched her pelvic muscles to grip and massage him she did so with so much force he both felt like she was tugging him in and pushing him out at the same time. The muscles lining her pussy walls were so well toned they were actively massaging his deep tissue better than he could have hoped to.

Unfortunately, their discrepancy in size meant that he couldn't slip any deeper while also pressing his rumbling, purring chest to hers. “With permission-" He started, then started bending his knees to kneel on the edge of the bed. His cock was hard as rock but in the presence of royalty he felt like it was his duty to make sure she was satisfied before he worried about himself.

Now with his face at the same level of her plump mound, he was able to gently ease more of his arm into her, fist balled up inside and knuckles grinding against every sensitive spot he could find. He curled his wrist to press against the spongy mass of extra sensitive flesh along her anterior wall – the inner extension of her clit that lined the lengths of most female mammals, something he knew from working with beasts but was applicable here – which made her chirp and jump a bit.

He stopped immediately, not sure if that was a pleasant chirp or not. “You okay?" He asked, staring up at her, his gaze passing over every feather of her ample bosom and the statuesque definition of her belly.

She cooed at him with a nod, cradling the back of his head with her palm. “You're fine, Rex." She assured him, then followed up her compliment by gently forcing his muzzle to her lower belly, pressing his snout and chest right up against her pubic mound. “But I think you know what I want."

Rex nodded, somewhat obediently. He knew she'd insisted he be more commanding but he also assumed that just meant being less shy. In his mind that translated to obeying her commands but not being afraid to make a move. He was not a submissive tiger but he knew his place.

With another gulp, he leaned into her and started nuzzling the crook between her upper thigh and her pubic mound, the deep rumbling of his growling purr emanating between them, the resonance of flesh growing increasingly intense with each passing second. While he was focusing mostly on that, he wasted no effort or time by slowly pumping his entire forearm into her, fist balled up as he went all the way in to the elbow and back out again.

Queen Talba was usually the ideal image of poise, dignity, and strength in her public appearances so it was quite the shock for Rex to glance up beyond her chest plumage to see a look of vulnerability. Her beak was gaping open and she was letting out a series of brisk, cute chirps in between ragged, halted breaths. Her lower beak chattered and her entire chest was heaving erratically as she tried to hold her breath and tense up every muscle in her body, eager to concentrate on the pleasure of Rex's purring against her loins.

Slowly but gradually the entire length of her depths squeezed tighter and tighter until he could barely keep his arm inside her. She was getting close to a first climax, he could tell. This was his opportunity to shine, so he reached out with his dry hand to wrap around her thigh for extra leverage – Instantly making him nearly burst all over the bed when he felt the rippling muscles of her thigh clench and twitch against his touch.

That little bit of extra control gave him the strength he needed to not only keep her from forcing his entire arm out of her but also let him start punching her depths with short, shallow thrusts. He didn't want to pull too far out for fear of losing that control and being squeezed out as her immensely powerful pelvic muscles clenched so tight with orgasmic bliss she nearly cut off the circulation to his hand. He was also certain to keep his chest, neck, and muzzle pressed tight against her loins, nestled tightly between her thighs and her extra thick vulva and winking fist-sized clit.

The combination of his arm thrusting inside her, his hand gripping her rump and wrapped around her thigh, and his purring muzzle against her lips made her nearly collapse as she fell forward, the building climax tensing up every muscle in her body.

To counter the orgasmic seizure, she brought one leg up onto the end of the bed and grabbed one of the foot poles for balance and control. This was strategic on her part but it made things so very much easier for Rex, too.

With her one leg up he had less in the way, and her loins were naturally parted. This gave him more freedom to get a bit rougher with his arm thrusts while also better angling his snout up between her thigh and hip, throat rumbling against her vulva and clit.

She was clearly enjoying it because she grabbed him by the back of his head and forced his cheek to grind against her clit like she was using him as a toy. She started hissing as she closed her eyes, grinding her pussy against his face while his fist remained lodged deep inside her. One hand on her bed post, the other on his head, one talon on the ground and the other up on the bed behind him. She was clearly exerting force on him, dominating the tiger.

He did not mind one bit. Rex was lost in blissful delight as he kept thrusting his arm in and out of her, purring and nuzzling and licking where he found an opportunity. He tried to reach around her hip to grab the base of her tail but her thighs were too thick for that and he could only idly grasp at the perfectly groomed fur on her rump.

It was important to focus on her; getting a new partner to climax when he didn't know her tells and how she'd react to certain things was a delicate balancing act. His experience with the beasts in the stables had given him plenty of experience reading body language and while the queen was no beast she was absolutely displaying a similar set of behaviors. He needed to know when to thrust harder, when to slow down, when to apply pressure, and when to let her take over. All of that was key in ensuring the beasts of the stable trusted him and would do anything for him.

Knowing this, he was carefully measuring out his every arm thrust, every squeeze, and every amplification of the deep rumbling emanating from his chest. He could feel her flesh quiver in delight and struggle to maintain tension around his forearm as she lurched and heaved, toes curling into the stone below them. She was so close. It was time to go for the most risky move he could think of, to really test and see if she was open to him showing some sense of dominance.

He literally opened his maw and sucked as much of her clit into his mouth as possible before biting down on it, the points of his teeth wrapping around the bulb of flesh without puncturing it. This was either going to get him kicked across the room or she was going to be finished then and there.

“oooohh! Whoah...." Talba whimpered as every muscle in her body tensed up. This included her pelvic muscles as she actually sucked him in almost to the elbow, her arm pushing his face so hard into her loins that he almost felt like his snout was out of joint.

She shuddered and fell onto him, pussy smothering his face as all of her weight pinned him to the bed beneath her. She was splayed out with one calf dangling over the side of the bed while Rex was laying on his back, his entire arm raised into her pussy and her muff smeared across his muzzle. She was leaking a steady series of her fluids with every orgasmic twitch and climactic pulsation.

For what felt like far too long, she just laid there grinding her pussy down on his face, gyrating her hips to keep her pleasure as high as she could and for as long as she could. She grasped at the bed sheets, bit down on a pillow, and curled her toes into the silk blanket. At the apex of every hip thrust onto his arm she twitched and her motions became erratic until she finally relaxed and rolled over off of him, splayed out with her arms and legs all across the bed from one end to the other, one leg dangling over the side.

He gasped as he caught his breath, tongue out and snout compressed from her pelvic bone grinding down on him. He was battered but content, cock still firm as possible.

“You okay?" She asked between ragged breaths, weakly hoisting herself up by her hands.

All he could do was raise a thumb while he still struggled to catch his breath.

“Perfect." She suddenly got a burst of energy and pulled his fist out of her before crawling over him, kneeling over his face with her knees on either side of his torso. “Because I'm just getting started."

He gulped, but casually thought to himself that if this was how he had to go out this would be the most fun way to do it. His vision was almost entirely comprised of the image of both of her massive thighs towering over him. Right directly above his face was her flush, pink vulva and winking clit. He got to watch in slow motion as a slimy glob of her fluids trickled off the end of her clit and dripped down right onto his snout, splashing off his muzzle and creating webs between his whiskers.

The intensity of her aroma hit him instantly, putting him into an almost trance-like state. He Immediately shuffled in place so that he was sitting up between her legs, both arm between her thighs to grab her tail for the best leverage he could get. From there he aggressively buried his muzzle between her lips and forced his snout to slide deeper and deeper until he could feel the grinding of her winking clit between his eyes. His tongue extended as far as it would go, the barbs of it plucking her silken walls and collecting as much of her lubrication as he possibly could.

The queen loved this side of him. She not only grabbed his head again to force his purring snout to grind as hard as possible against her flesh but she also parted her knees so that her body descended upon him. The extra pressure, the parting of her lips, the grinding of them both leaning into each other, and especially the rumbling purr coming from Rex that resonated between the pair of them kept them both so close to climax that they didn't even notice when the door handle started jiggling.

Talba was grinning down at him, beak agape as she gyrated her hips, so brazenly needy she could feel the girth of his skull slipping beyond her lips, her flesh just about to slide over his eyes.

Then the door opened, the creak of it drawing both of their attention. Talba stopped grinding, Rex halted his purring immediately, and they both turned their heads to look at the door as best they could, which was especially difficult considering Rex's snout was buried deep within Talba.

It was Vaulix. King Vaulix. Talba's husband. Returned from the castle a day early.

Rex went pale instantly, freezing in place. He had no idea what to do or how to respond. This was it for him. His life wasn't metaphorically over. It was literally over. He had no defense and no escape plan. Above all else he had only one excuse. Within that brief moment where everything stopped and nobody made a sound, all Rex could do was look up at Talba to see how she was reacting.

To his utter shock and surprised, she just casually smiled at her husband and waved. “Oh hey! You're home early!" She said without a hint of concern.

Vaulix stared across the room, his gaze swapping between his wife and the stable master buried deep between her legs. To Rex, he looked like he was about to explode. Except he didn't.

“Yeah, the tail winds were rather kind to me. It looks like our stable hand has been kind to you."

“You have no idea. He was just showing me the secrets to how he keeps Ocerre in check." Talba explained like her nether lips weren't on the verge of swallowing Rex's face.

The king's expression changed as a broad grin spread across his lips. “Glad to hear it! Well, don't mind me you two, carry on. I'm gonna get a drink. Ignore the cockatrice in he corner." He then winked directly at Rex and went about his business, pouring himself a drink of wine, disrobing from his regalia, and sitting cross-legged in the chair that Talba had draped her dress over earlier. He cradled the wine glass in one hand and Talba's dress in the other, sampling the aromas of both while motioning for them to proceed.

Rex, still snout-deep in Talba, had no idea how to respond. He couldn't possibly be sure if he was being sincere or if this was a ploy to test him.

Talba nodded subtly down at him while gradually returning to the hip-gyrating groove she'd built up prior to Vaulix's entrance. “You heard your king."

At this point Rex figured he might as well go with it. If he was going to be beheaded, drawn, and quartered he might as well at least enjoy his last day alive.