Celestia's Honorary Mares

The next evening, the girls would now experience their first job in their new line of work. A Welcome Home party for the Royal guards was taking place in their harem chamber, a lofty room with cozy seating and bedding. A fire was lit in the fireplace against the wall. Bowls of oats, wheat and fruit were placed at entree tables. The girls waited. Music began to play from wooden radio, and lantern lights dimmed from apparent magic.

Celestia's royal guards marched into the room, their plate armor gleaming the firelight, some bronzey, some silvery, some had a goldish tint. Their spears were held aloft by magic on the unicorns, and attached by special rigging in their armor by the earth and pegasi guards. They were an imposing looking bunch. Their captain, a unicorn with wavy blue hair like the rest, but a bit longer, with a more barreled chest, led them in and shouted out orders to stand and wait against the wall. They stood like guards in any standard regimental environment, and waited vigilantly for their orders. The girls looked on nervously at them. They were seriously going to fuck? Kristina had butterflies in her stomach. What was going to happen to them?

They raised their hooves in salute to The captain pony, who saluted back, and shouted, “AT EASE.”

The guard ponies' demeaner changed completely. They relaxed their stance, looked around, at the room, at the tables and entrees, and at the girls. They casually got comfortable, some walked over to the fire, some went straight for the food, and a few walked curiosly over to them and began to mingle.

If the girls had any stipulation about what stallions were like from their first encounter with canterlot gentlecolts three nights before, these soldiers changed it. It's true, they had found their first encounter with equestrian men socially awkward, dull and uninteresting, and possibly lacking in virility, but the soldier ponies were a different horse. As the soldier ponies made apparent, they had very little contact with mares in their wartime life, and were happy to see them. They were eager, but not overtly aggressive, and unlike canterlot stallions they had met three nights before, these ponies had a lot to talk about, yarning stories about their travels to distant lands, stories of dangerous missions, fierce battles, of facing down terrifying enemies, which they were more than eager to share with them before moving onto the real reason they were there. They did have one weird feature, though. They all had a really strange uniformity to their appearance. Nearly all of them were white colored, with blue manes, hard to tell apart. Did they die their coats and manes to this standard appearance or something?

Some talked so much about their adventures, they couldn't shut up.

“So our regiment was patrolling the northern borders of the Whitetail woods, and I was about to light a dooby off my flamecast lance when this deer mage's arrow goes WHOOOSH right past my ear from behind me! I barely turned and got down behind my shield fast enough before two other shafts whammed right into the left buttocks of my buddy Clean Latrine next to me-- THUNK THUNK! He couldn't walk for three weeks!...” said a soldier named Polished Boot, who she could only tell apart from the others by his slightly higher pitched voice which cracked a lot, as he began running his hooves along her shoulders and arms.

“So anyway... ...Hey... you look kind of familiar, aren't you in some movie or something?” he asked, pausing his story.

“Yes, but none you've heard of.” Kristina said. She shook her head dismissively and smiled weakly at him as she squirmed uncomfortably at his caresses.

“Oh come on... Tell me!” He said, nibbling her neck like a sugarcube.

“allright... er... She couldn't risk mentioning the Trasformpires movie, everyone knew about that, even probably the equestrians, it had to be something obscure that didn't do well, something no one saw.

“Er... Johnah Texasomethingoranotherorwhatever....” she mumbled.

“Aww no way! Johnah Tex? I loved that movie!

“What?!”, she responded. How was that possible? Kristina was dumbfounded. Did ponies have any taste in cinema? Even she hated that box-office-flopping dreck.

“Hey, colts! It's Kristina Vox, that girl from Johnah Tex!”

“Aww what?!” others asked. “I want a turn!”

“Get away dolt-colts! I've got her now! I get sloppy firsts!”

“Hey! I'm a supermodel! I'm hot too!” said one girl jealously, who was already being mounted and pounded on by one grey soldier who looked on with distracted interest at Kristina.

“And I'm a nasa scientist!”, said another girl, a string of precum running from her lips to another guard's twitching cock. The stallion too was looking right at Kristina, and had gone limp.

It was going to be a long night.

Polished Boots stopped talking about the military and her movies that he liked for a little bit and walked with her over to a bed. 'My first time to truly be taken by a stallion, not just practice this time! It's about damn time! She thought. Wait, Why am I thinking this?? I'm losing myself here.' She thought as she looked up at him. His eyes were as wide as baseballs, and he grinned from ear to ear. He bent down and their lips met. Horse lips were weird, even on these scaled down, cartoonishly proportioned equines, their lips still felt thick, rubbery and slightly bristly, but they lacked none of the vigor of a human's, and their kissing was no less hot or passionate. Kristina was driven to a furious heat.

He laid Kristina on her back, placed both hooves beside her and looked down at her lovingly. Kristina looked down at his hardening member and winced in concentration to wink. She then strained and let a sprinkle of urine spray him. He jumped not expecting it, and looked back up at her, his face reddening. He started to thrust his enourmous cock at her, awkwardly humping the air a few times, before she grabbed it and guided it in. Like the plunge of a breaching whale Kristina gasped at the intensity of being entered by a stallion. No longer a laboratory exercise, she now felt the full emotional intensity of equine passion. Her juices flowed and worked to lubricate his fierce sliding, with quite a bit of noise he pushed further and further. She felt him hitting the wall of her cervix, and cringed, but with a tingling she felt the wall suddenly give way, and as if slipping and falling, Polish caught himself as he unexpectedly fell further into her, going all the way in. Kristina felt like he was entering her stomach. He pulled back out a bit so he felt more like he was where he should be. It was weird, but interesting. She felt his thrusting slow and tremble, and a thick heat spread out inside her. A warm cream pie came out of her and shuddering, he pulled back out in a big mess of fluids. He brought his head down and kissed her again.

Now he wanted to try the next ride-- and it was time for all of her training to be put to the real test.

“Are you ready for this?”, Boots asked.

“Ready as I'll ever be, I guess.”, Kristina said with an unassured smirk.

She moaned uncomfortably as he lifted her legs up high with his forehooves, stood up and pushed his speckled pink-and-black cock into her browneye. At first it just sort of hit against it, then as it pushed and thrusted a bit, Kristina's anus puckered as she reeled in arousal, and the tip of his erupting flare caught an edge, and pushed its way in. An electrifying fire burned as Boots stretched her to make his way in, and she grunted and flexed her legs against him, contorting and grabbing him as she felt its girth slowly inch its way into her. It was so painful, a pain that burned, then gradually numbed its way into an intoxicating pleasure that made her want to faint and fart at the same time. His beautiful fuzzy white coat, his hot black skin underneath, the intense smells and furious energy and power behind him shaking over her, the sound of his knickering and whinneying, and the ecstatic burning pain and friction and heat and pleasure, it was a feeling she could never have imagined anywhere in any of her experiences in her old life. It was otherworldly. The smells and tastes of fluids, and hormones, bodily odors from not just one but many equine soldiers taking their claim of her and so many other women around her filled her with a strange arousal that was neither terrible nor joyous. It just was.
He kept thrusting, and thrusting, shaking all over from nerves and exhasperation between each huff, and, in a daze of ecstasy, kristina felt the warm gooey expulsion of his climax fill her bowels.

The night wore on, a quick kiss and hug from Boots, and he disappeared into the rest of the crowd, as more soldiers came to her, excited to giver her a try. She lost count of how many she serviced.

Later on their entertainments became more organized and productionized, a line of soliders stood and and received alternating blowjobs from them, moving from one girl to another like musical chairs. And they even played musical chairs, with the girls filling in as the chairs. They made the girls lie down on the floor, and moving about, squatting their buttocks down on their faces and had their anuses licked out by each one. The stank of sweaty horse ass filled the air and they smelled and tasted it all over their mouths as donut after donut of warm horse flesh pressed itself against their lips. It wasn't long until syrupy ropes of cum flew through the air and landed on them in a dissarayed mess.

Kristina didn't even remember which one she was giving a blowjob to and who was fucking her from behind as a spray of cum fell across her back and spattered into her face, covering her eyes in a whitish haze. It shortly shot into her mouth and filled the back of her throat, she had to quickly gulp and remember to nose breath between swallows to not suddenly choke half to death. She looked over at her friends, Only Marissa's sweaty leg and arm and one breast were visible through a wall of soldiers pressed around her. Her feet and toes curled and twitched wildly.

The orgy continued late into the night, and so much wine was drunk Few of them remembered how it ended. They slept curled around each other all about the room. The girls groggily stirred when the soldiers were called back to duty at an ungodly hour of the morning. The girls slept in, until 8:00 when they had to awake and clean up the mess them and the soldiers had made of the room.