A Royal Spa Day by Rina

Another author from Sofurry named Rina Who fulfill our need of a furry and gaping pussy fetish. This time with a size “queen”. I hope you enjoy.

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I needed to get out of there. All the diplomacy and rules and regulations and people begging me for handouts and others trying to suck up to me. I love my job, I really do, but sometimes it can be too much. Sometimes a queen needs some alone time; sometimes she needs to get away from it all.

Of course, it would be easy for anyone to tell me that I was being selfish. A Queen doesn’t usually go on vacation, they have a kingdom to attend to, and if something was to go wrong in my absence, I would naturally be to blame. That is why I requested my sister take over for me for the week or so I expected to be gone. Melodi was a capable ruler and a kind mare in her own right, and I knew she was loved by her peoples in the tribe she ruled, so I knew I could trust her.

I even sent her a bit of a test in the form of a particularly ornery gorgon that needed some cash. Paid her a bar of gold in exchange for giving Melodi a hard time in my absence. I expected that to be an entertaining story for her to tell upon my return.

It was time to block all of that out. I was laying on my back, sipping a tropical drink with coconut, pineapple, and Huchi fruit in it, focusing on not focusing on my responsibilities. I was at the Grande Royal, the largest hotel in the region, and it caters almost exclusively to nobles and royalty due to the cost of admission and the elegance of the grounds. The Grande Royal was on the border between my nation of Arrenthen and the southern land of Untheria, right on Lake Olpra. Beautiful location, just far enough away from my own capitol to ensure I wasn’t seen avoiding my duties.

I had a distinctive look, so I did get a few people recognizing me, but about half the patrons had no idea who I was or what I would be doing lounging naked on the deck of the pool, enjoying a drink and oogling the Equine attendants that walked by.

Of my parent species of avian and equine, I prefer the raw power of the equines. Black ones, brown ones, gray ones, speckled ones, and even a few that shared my own blonde mane and tail. Gorgeous, every last one of them. I tend to prefer equines because they are more my size. Even for a hippogryph female, I’m quite a large mare. It helped my status as a powerful leader, being 3.4 meters tall, a full head taller than most horses.

That’s why I found my eyes wandering and following the shapely rumps of each and every equine that crossed my path. Luckily they couldn’t see me checking them out, or they might have been offended. Even worse, they might have flirted with me, and I’d have to chose between them!

Oh, and I’m kind of promiscuous. This was a vacation for me, I had every intention of bedding at least one of these studs. Maybe more if I the first didn’t fully satisfy. I’m kind of known for my promiscuity, and it’s a trait I used to wish I hid better, but I have since embraced. As long as I rule my nation and make people happy, they tend not to focus on the fact that I fucked my way into power, and continue to fuck my way into the collective’s good will. As long as everyone is happy, my sluttiness is irrelevant and even adored. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve bedded those who thought ill of me just to make them change their mind. My body is as powerful a tool in my image as my mind is to my nation, and I intend to use it.

As I was laying back, clicking my beak idly as each stallion walked by, I happened to notice – on the very opposite side of the pool amidst a crowd of people – another stallion laying on his own lounge chair, but this one was different. Unlike the wait staff and most of the other patrons of the hotel, he was as naked as I, and this allowed me to see his elegant jewelry. He couldn’t see me, as equine eyes couldn’t match my own raptor eyes, but I could see him and his peculiar fashion sense and rounded belly intrigued me.

I watched that stallion for an hour, casually glimpsing over to see how he acted and what he did when others walked by. He seemed a consummate gentleman, never staring or gawking at the patrons milling about. Seemed he just wanted to relax.

Curious, I got to my talons and walked over around the pool towards him, lapping at my drink the entire time. I kept my eyes trained on him, a sensual grin tugging at the corners of my beak. He was a massive hoss, probably almost as tall as me but much thicker overall; he wore only the jewelry on his nipples, ears, sheathe, and balls, as well as a pair of goggles resting on his head. His hair was a dark chocolate speckling color, and his body was thick all over, especially in his rounded belly. As I got close, I could see him politely avert his eyes as though he was looking at someone else. However, my mind had adapted over time to be able to pluck and pry at one’s mind, and I could tell that he was thinking about me as he did so, though he was quite shy and didn’t want to offend or anything.

I walked right past him watching his reaction out of the corner of my eyes as I did so, tail raised high and hips swaying with every step. I caught him looking at my rump for a split second before looking away again, his upper lip trembling as he fought the urge to inhale a deep sample of my scent.

A large part of me just had to tease him, so I bent over right next to him to fold out another lounge chair. I kept my tail high so that he could see underneath it, the very tips of my hair tickling at his leg and hopefully the rim of his sheathe. I noticed a little too late that the lounge chair I was unfolding was too small for me – clearly made for felines or humans – but I still spun around and laid back in it, talons dangling over the edge of it.

“Beautiful day, mate!” I greeted him, looking over my glass with a smile and a wink.

If fur could lose its color, I fear he would have went a pale white as he looked down and played with his thumbs, resting his huge hands on his belly. “Y-yes it is. Indeed.”

“What’s your name, hoss?” I rolled over onto my side, resting my head on one of my hands while the other swirled my drink in the glass. I flicked my tail a bit and rubbed my inner thighs together a bit to see if he noticed.

He nervously glanced over at me, eyes going wide a moment before he looked back down at his belly. He was trying his best not to be rude, I could feel his discomfort nagging at my own mind as he shuffled and squirmed. “Vasmeth, my lady. And you…are?” He gulped a bit as he finally worked up the courage to look me in the eye.

There was something special about this one. He had a sincerity about him, he wasn’t just acting for the sake of flirting, he really was that shy, and really was trying his best to be a gentleman. Kind of odd, considering he was naked at a resort for nobles, but I certainly wasn’t going to question it. I reached out and walked two fingers up his belly to flick gently at his nipple piercing. “So what brings you to the Royal Grande? You don’t have the arrogance or cockiness of a nobleman. You don’t appear to have the swagger of royalty.”

He stumbled over his response a bit as he tried his best to keep his eyes on mine rather than sneak down to glance at my body. “I was given a gift by a friend. Hippogryph, like yourself. Him and his bat-girlfriend. Said I needed a release, so they gave me a sack of coin and a ticket to here. Felt odd at first, but I’m glad I did it. Has been a wonderful experience even though I haven’t really done much in the way of socializing.”

As he spoke, I could feel his nervousness gently slip away. The more he spoke, the more comfortable he was speaking. I used this to my advantage. “Socializing, you say? Well, would you be interested in ‘socializing’ with me? I have a very nice suite on the top floor of the hotel all to myself.” I was sure to accent ‘socializing’ to make sure he knew I was propositioning him. The best thing about having the ability to prod into one’s mind allowed me to cut out the random chatting and testing to see if a partner was worthy of me. Instead, I can tell if someone is good enough before they speak a word to me. Makes my many propositions quite direct and simple, which is efficient.

His eyes shot open as he looked around, nervous. I immediately had to explain.

“I’m not a whore, Vas. I am not looking to steal your money, I have plenty of my own.”

He still seemed confused. His sweetness didn’t allow him to think someone could just come over and flirt with him in such a direct manner without expecting payment. “Then why are you…why me?” he stuttered out.

I laughed a bit before clicking my beak shut. “You’re a sweetheart, darlin. Almost everyone else here is stuck up, arrogant, pomous, or just ignorant due to their status. You, on the other hand, are shy, quiet, and seem to have an air of sincerity about you. I can tell a good person when I See them, and you, Vas, are a good person.” I trailed my hand down from his chest past his belly and onto his upper thigh, a single claw prodding at the soft, wrinkled flesh of his sheathe. “And I can tell you have an endowment that I could make great use of. I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to play with on my vacation.”

His loins stirred a bit as he shifted in his lounge chair, uncomfortable bit intrigued. “M-me?” it was cute how his voice cracked out a squeak.

I got to my talons and lowered a hand to him, drink in the other hand still. “Yes, you. Now come with, I want to show you something.”

He slowly reached up and took my hand in his, looking around nervously to see if anyone was watching. The nobles and royals of the Grande were all too caught up in their own lives to care about a hippogryph inviting a hoss to her room. As he got to his feet, I saw he was in fact a full head shorter than me – as I predicted – but he was heavyset so definitely larger than me. He picked up a white, knee-length coat and put it in before following me.

My room was on the third story of the hotel – which was also the top floor since technology hadn’t advanced much beyond single story buildings yet – and I also had my own personal pool and lounge. I could have stayed there the entire trip, but then I wouldn’t find a random hoss to bring back with me. This was more fun.

“Welcome to my personal lounge. It’s one of the five royal suites here at the Grande, but it’s a little too big for me, so I really should share it. So, want to share?” I gulped back the last of my drink and turned to drape my arms over his shoulders, looking down at him.

I could feel his hands resting on my equine hips as he looked up at me with a look of confusion. “W-who are you? I don’t even know your name yet.”

I laughed and spun around, leaving his hands on my hips as I lifted my tail to tickle at his sheathe. “The name’s Queen Talba Ebonoldty of Arrenthen. Pleased to meet you!” I was being a bit sluttier than usual, but sometimes it was fun to shatter the boundaries of taste and just enjoy myself.

He immediately let go of my hips and stepped back, massive hooves clopping on the marble of the patio. “Qu-queen? You’re a queen? Like, ruler of a nation? Or just like, a general title for more eccentric types?”

I stood up straight and looked back over my shoulder with a devious grin, lowering my tail as though I was angry. “Indeed, Vasmeth. Queen of Arrenthen. The one and only. You wouldn’t want to disappoint a queen, would you?” I grabbed his hands and placed them on my hips, wrapping them around my belly as I leaned into him.

He froze instantly. He didn’t step back or cower or anything, he just stood there with his eyes wide.

“Don’t be so shy, Vas. I take it you’ve never been with royalty before?” I tiptoed forward and hiked my tail up and to the side, exposing the moist lips between my rump cheeks. “Come now, you don’t want to disappoint.” I continued walked away from him until I was at the edge of my personal pool. I leaned down so my rump was up high and splashed some water onto the feathering of my wrists, cleaning them off, hips swaying gently. I couldn’t make the invitation more clear.

He still didn’t move, he just stood there with his hands up at around waist level where I left them when I walked away.

Fine, I’d take care of myself. I wasn’t in the habit of forcing people to play with me, but I could certainly entice him one way or another. I quickly hopped over to the table next to the pool and grabbed a purple huchi fruit, cradling its oblong shape between my hands as I walked back to the pool, tail still hiked up to show my goods. “Fine, don’t want to play, I’ll play by myself.” I muttered just loud enough for him to hear. I lined my talons up right at the edge of the pool and squatted down, using one hand to pull my tail and all the errant hairs away while I used the other hand to rub the obling fruit up against my engorged, moist lips.

I watched him twitch a bit as he watched. He couldn’t quite see what I was doing to myself with the fruit due to the angle I was at, but he got a pretty good idea. He stepped forward a bit, his massive hoof thumping on the marble before he got too nervous again.

I smiled and closed my eyes, leaning back into my own hand and the fruit in it. I rubbed and rocked my body gently, slowly pushing the matte-textured skin against my lips before slipping it inside. I gasped audibly, muscles contracting around the rounded tip of it before I slowly pushed it in deeper. I could feel my back end shudder as the cool fruit filled me up, parting my flesh right up until the butt end of it slipped in after it, lips closing around it to swallow the whole thing. I panted gently and looked over at Vasmeth with one squinted eye.

He was still glancing around, staring but also trying to be polite about it. What a cute hoss.

“You know, this fruit could be you. You don’t want to leave me needing more, do you?” I curled my toes as my muscles contracted, pushing the fruit in deeper; it had to be deep enough to keep my from grasping at it with my claws. A shame, but could also be fun to retrieve.

Seemed I hit something in my equine companion. That final toe curling contraction coupled with my insistent invitation seemed to convince him that I was sincere. He took a series of short steps towards me before kneeling down to wrap a single hand around my rump to slip two of his massive, thick fingers into me.

I could feel his digits swishing around inside me, feeling for the fruit I’d forced deep. When he couldn’t get it at first, he forcefully shifted me so my backside was aimed at him and he pushed in deeper. He leaned over and nibbled at my rump gently, triggering a response that, paired with his sudden forcefulness, got me extremely excited and anticipating what he’d do next.

Instantly, my tail hiked up as far as it would go, the muscles peeling it up over my back and over my side to expose myself as completely as possible. I arched my spine and pushed into him, muscles relaxing enough to let his massive fingers explore deeper. His soft flesh parted mine, and my fluids coated him to the wrist before his two fingers clamped down on either side of the fruit and he quickly pulled it out, licking its husk off and taking a huge bite off the end of it.

I felt my lips contract, forcing a small spurt of fluid to splash on the marble next to the pool as my tender clit pulsated and pushed outward. Before I was even finished with my mini-release, I felt his hot lips pressing against mine, his powerful tongue slipping into me. Again, I curled my toes in pleasure, this time a gentle, drawn out chirp escaping my beak. Been a while since I had someone kiss me like that.

Like a good mare, I spread my legs and pushed back into him, swaying my hips to rub my lips against his as he nuzzled, licked, and bit at my haunches. I could feel my own moisture soaking his snout and smearing against my flesh, and that just made me more sensitive. Another wink, another gentle chirp, and another squirt of creamy fluids all over his nose which he happily licked off and out of me seemingly all at once.

“I like how you treat royalty, darling.” I moaned at him, lowering my head and bending down to lean on my elbows.

I felt his massive hands wrapping around my haunches, thumbs rotating their way to pry at either of my lips, spreading me wide open. I could feel a gentle chill of cool air tickling at my tender flesh before having it sealed off by his lips, followed by the prodding of his tongue lapping on the depths of my sex. There was an un-lady-like sound escaping my nether lips as my muscles clenched down around his tongue, forcing the air out, but he didn’t seem to mind. I felt my walls compress around his snout, and he just pushed in harder, sucking and nuzzling into me.

I paused from my gentle rocking to realize just how fun this was for me. Most people are delicate with me, for fear they will hurt me. This stallion was getting right in there, using his strength to spread me open and force parts of his mouth into me to give me the deepest of kisses, and it was amazing. It was amazing, but I wanted more. No more tongue, I needed cock. I reached back and idly flailed at his face, urging him to pull away and look at me.

“W-what’s wrong?” He asked, a single strand of fluid – a blend of my lubricant and his saliva – dribbling out the side of his mouth.

I shook my head and clenched my muscles tight, pushing all the air out of me with an accompanying spurt of creamy fluid. “Nothing’s wrong, but….your cock. I want it.” I flicked my tail on his sheathe, but then noticed that he was already semi-hard, his partially engorged flare drooling thick, clear precum over the rim of a hooped piercing. I smiled and churred the moment I saw it. Never had a pierced cock in me.

I could tell he had a touch of apprehension in him. While he’d taken to his lippy kisses with ease, I guess actual penetration seemed a bit to intimate to him. I had to assure him it was okay, so I brought one of my hind talons up to curl around the tip of it, rubbing his fluid in between the toes and squeezing at the end of it. I could feel his flare expand in the palm of my talon, a thick glob of cum dribbling over the soft, amber flesh to drip at the puddle between us. His hands were still on my rump, and he was using me as a balance, so I shuffled back to get closer to him.

His cock was huge. He was a big hoss, and his member was proportional. Thick, meaty, and soft. I gave another final squeeze at his flare with my hind talon before returning to all fours, leaning down on my elbows and knees with rump in the air and tail still off to the side. If a single strand of that long, luxurious hair touched the flesh between my rump cheeks, the moisture and mess that was there would make it stick, and I certainly didn’t want thin strands of that slipping into me next to a massive cock.

As I waited for him, I leaned back and wrapped one of my hands around my rump to keep my tail to the side. I slipped a single finger inside and pulled my flesh up, parting my lips to show just how willing and able I was.

Took him a bit longer than I’d like, but his hesitation just made me even needier. When he finally grabbed a hold of his length, the weight of it sagging between he and his hand, I aggressively pushed back on the spongy tip. I felt a sudden swell of blood filling his member, turning the shaft rigid enough for me to push back even harder, forcing the squishy tip into me. As soon as the ridges of his flare slipped past my lips, I felt another throb that expanded the bulbous tip inside me, pressing out against my walls in all directions.

Another gentle gasp followed by a deep churr escaped my beak as I pushed back; I had to relax my muscles to let him in or I would have squeezed him out since he still wasn’t fully hard. Instead, I took in a deep breath and pushed back slowly, wiggling my hips to feel every wrinkle and every vein of his slip into me. My loins had spread far to the point I could feel my own clit pressed tight against the underside of his shaft. I could feel his hands patting gently against my rump, squeezing at my hips and grasping at the hair along my spine.

He wanted to grab a hold of something, but didn’t want to be rude by yanking my tail. How sweet.

“Go ahead, Vas.” I cooed at him. “I can handle a bit of tail tugging.” I twitched my tail to prove a point while being careful to not let it rest on my fluid-slicked lips.

Vasmeth wrapped his powerful hand around the base of my tail, bringing his thumb down to rub at my pucker a bit, smearing my own fluids into my ass. I admit I was a little surprised at that, but it was a pleasant surprise and it ignited a gentle wink to massage around his shaft, which in turn urged him to push in deep. I could feel a pop as his median ring slipped into me, followed by the soft velvety flesh on the bottom half spreading me.

I growled and looked back at him with a devious grin. “Better hold on…” I warned him before taking in a deep breath, clenching my walls tight around him, and bucking back into him like I was the one on top, forcing his every inch into me until I felt his flare squeeze into my womb. I growled again as that deep sensation made my inner flesh quiver, his own flesh seemed to pinch as it slipped into me to the point I could feel him pressing against my lips and inside of my rump cheeks at the same time.

And hold on he did. He tightened his grip on my tail and pulled, forcing even more of him into me. I could feel his powerful thighs pressing against mine, his heavy balls resting between my knees. He was throbbing and pulsing inside me, each powerful beat of his heart inflating his flare in my womb a little bit more at a time.

“Good luck, stud. See how long you can last.” I laughed and clenched my muscles tight again, the flesh of my clit rolling outwards, the rim of my lips folding out with it, allowing his flesh to slide in and out with utter ease. Every muscle squeezed down on him as I ground my hips against his, offering a few shallow thrusts to stroke him in waves. I started off shallow, only moving a bit to feel him shift inside me, but as his fluids mixed with mine, the pressure forcing them out in between every fold of flesh within me, I could move a bit more and more until I was rocking half of him in and out with every motion.

I clenched and relaxed with each thrust, and he met my every movement, matching my pushes and pulls; I could feel the massive rim of his flare tugging on my cervix every time he pulled away, so I clenched down to keep him inside as I forced myself back onto him, feeling his impact on my depths.

Seemed only a few minutes before I felt his cock twitch and his massive frame fold over mine, laying his chest against my back. His powerful hips pushed into me in a few disjointed thrusts, the muscles in his cock tensing and the veins throbbing. I could feel his hot seed filling my womb, only to be forced out in spurts between his cock and the flesh of my loins, splattering on his fur and the now slick panels of marble beside the pool.

I shuddered in delight as I slowly pulled off him, leaving his shaft to shrink and suck its way out of me with a wet, squelching sound, leaving me gaping and oozing thick stallion cum. His hand was still on my tail, thumb now gently penetrating into my rump, but I was okay with that. One powerful vaginal contraction squeezed most of his seed out of me and closed up the gape I was feeling.

While I was satisfied, he seemed ashamed of his performance. I felt him let go of my tail, so I looked back to see him with a shocked look on his face as he tried to rub his member back into action. I couldn’t help but smile. “Why so embarrassed?” I took a few steps on all fours away from him to get away from the puddle of collective fluids before laying on my side, one leg up to show my blushing nethers and the cream filling that was oozing out over my rump.

“Your…your highness, I should have lasted, I-”

I cut him off immediately. “You should have what? Lasted longer? You’re a stallion! I’m part mare, I know studs are known more for their repeat performances than their endurance. Don’t worry, I know you’ll be ready again in ten minutes. For now, just…come here and clean up the mess you made, then cuddle me!” I curled a finger at him, beckoning him to come and clean up his cum.

He blinked idly at me for a moment before crawling forward and burying his snout between my legs, using his powerful hands to part my legs and his tongue to clean me out.

There’s something regal about a tongue bath.

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