“Isn’t a big tough royal guard like you supposed to be able to stop ponies from doing this,” Soft Step asked resting comfortably on an upturned hoof. Her red socks fitting snug to her thighs as she shifted and moved into a comfortable position for the long session ahead of them.
 
“I was expecting somepony a bit more formidable not some stallion I’d have wrapped up and on the ground in less than a minute. But I guess you’ll do for the next few hours,” Soft said. With a satisfied smile she looked over the completely helpless stallion and noticed something… Something more than his squirming, his angrily furrowed brown, and his hind legs kicking like he was swimming.
 
Something pegasus specific.
 
“It looks like I’m not the only one who’s excited about being here huh,” Soft asked with a cocky grin sticking her tongue out eyeing the stallions fully extended and stiffened wings. “I knew a certain royal guard was also thinking this is pretty awesome,” Soft placed a hoof behind the stallion’s head and loosened up the pressure enough let him take in sips of air “why don’t you tell me honestly how much love this, ‘cause you’re not fooling anyone with wings that stiff Tough Guy.”
 
The Royal Guard bared his teeth in a last show of defiance. Just as he opened his mouth, words leaving his throat, Soft pushed her hips forward and pulled his head towards her chest, flexing her things hard. Strong stocking clad athletic thighs compressed the stallion’s throat, his trapped foreleg competing with his neck for the rapidly shrinking space between the young mare’s thighs. His hind legs reflexively started kicking wildly as his captor turned up the pressure.
 
His last words of defiance ended up sliding past his lips as a long drawn out “nnnuuuuugghh.”
 
Soft giggled, “See I knew you loved it! With those nice stiff wings and cute moan we both know this is right where you belong.” Soft held him there for a few more moments watching his hind legs kick wildly as he grabbed her thigh with a hoof, desperately tugging. “Has anypony ever told you how cute you look down there,” Soft rolled her eyes, “what am I talking about, I bet you get that from mares all the time.” She giggled wiggling her hips to force him to nod in agreement.
 
“You know what, I think I can work with you, what do you say, wanna come home with me so we can keep up your new training routine? I promise not to tell your boss.” Soft loosened up the pressure and immediately tightened it again, her firm thighs compacting his throat causing him to let out an effeminate squeak. Soft nodded sagely, “I agree, this is right where you belong and it would be best to doub- no, quadruple our new training regimen!” Soft giggled like an excited filly at Hearth’s Warming Eve as she kicked out her hind legs double the pressure, causing the stallion to squirm and flail with new energy.
 
“Just promise not to be too freaked out and remember what you agreed too when you wake up with those hoofcuffs on okay?” In a last fit of desperation, the stallion started tapping out on the mare’s thigh, “and that fillies and gentlecolts is how you conquer a royal guard with just your thighs! Just slip on your favorite pair of socks, wrap up a royal guard nice and deep between your hinds, and they’ll be giving you that submission all too soon.” Soft announced to a fake crowd of onlookers.
 
Soft let the stallion get a few more tap tap taps before she held his hoof down against her thigh, “just make sure you don’t freak out too much when you wake up with those hoofcuffs on that you carry around okay? Just remember what you agreed too.” She said with a smile as the stallion’s kicking constant squirming slowed.
 
“Shhhhhh… relax tough guy, we both know you’ve got a lot to look forward too,” she said as everything around him started narrowing and turning dark.