Before the banishment of Nightmare Moon
A hundred secret passages. A hundred different rooms and corridors for said secret passages to be hidden in. A hundred different ways to get lost. A hundred royal guards to staff the castle.
The newest inductee to the Royal Guard scowled as he tried to find his way back to his post. Again.
This was the sixth time in the last three days that he’d gotten lost in the terrifyingly vast network of hallways and hidden passages that was the Royal Castle.
Bulwark stamped a hoof, turning around again and walking back down the hallway, trying to determine which way the front door was. There was a certain maze-like quality to the castle that made it almost impossible to navigate.
The guard paused, standing at attention suddenly as he caught sight of Princess Celestia coming around the corner ahead. Immediately, he sidestepped to the side of the corridor and lifted his hoof at attention. On reflex, his wings sprung upwards, rigid in a natural flight-or-fight response as his heart rate shot through the roof.
Celestia slowed as she drew level with Bulwark, pink eyes looking him up and down. “You are new here?” she asked kindly.
Bulwark swallowed, blinking once at being addressed directly, lowering his hoof. “I… I mean. Yes Your Majesty,” he responded, bowing subserviently.
“Lost?” Celestia asked, with a smile tugging at the corner of the lips.
Bulwark winced inwardly and then nodded once. “Yes, your majesty.”
“Take the first two lefts, then the second right, and pull on the fifth torch,” Celestia suggested with a more pronounced smile, before continuing down the hallway without another word. As she brushed past, her soft tail curled up to trail along his chest and the underside of his chin, making him shiver in surprise. His eyes widened, and he stared after the princess, blinking once.
Celestia peered back at him over her shoulder for a moment, wings giving an idle little flex, a faint smile spreading across her muzzle as she continued down the hallway.
Bulwark frowned at that, shaking his head slightly to clear it, before turning around and heading back down the hallway, taking the first two lefts, and then the second right, finding himself in a hallway lined with torches and suits of armor. Squinting slightly into the firelight, he made his way down the hallway, pausing in front of the fifth torch. Looking left and right nervously, he lifted his hoof and then pulled on the torch.
The entire torch bracket tilted downwards, and Bulwark cried out in surprise and terror as the entire floor tilted, sending him tumbling downwards into darkness.
Bulwark pawed at his face with a hoof, tugging his helmet off and tossing it aside carelessly, eyes wide open and staring. He was blind. Utterly blind
Blinking heavily into the darkness, he rose to his hooves, and then took a step forwards, bumping into a wall and bouncing off with an ‘oof’ of discomfort. “For Celestia’s sake!” he cursed, rubbing his head.
Groping along the wall, he came to a corner, and turned away from it, blindly pushing his way down what felt like a hallway. The clip of his hooves on the floor echoed a long distance, reverberating back to him, and he scowled as he made his way down the hallway.
His steps grew more sure and a little faster as he got comfortable with the darkness, until he walked headlong into another wall, bouncing off and cursing all the louder.
This time, the passage twisted to the right, and so he walked down the new hallway. After a few more paces, Bulwark heard his hoofbeats echoing much deeper. He reached out with a hoof, confirming that he had entered some kind of room.
Three entire minutes of groping around in the darkness didn’t get Bulwark any closer to finding an exit, and he gave a faint sigh, sitting down at the centre of the room. “Hello? Can anyone hear me?!” he called, before wincing and shutting up immediately at the unnaturally loud echoes.
Sighing, Bulwark sat down in the middle of the pitch-black room, frowning to himself, listening intently to see if he could hear the sound of any air draughts nearby that might lead to the main halls. With a snort, he reached up to his chest piece, starting to undo the straps holding it in place so he could bang it against the walls to find any hollow areas. As he did so, he sucked in his breath, holding it.
And that was when he heard the exhale.
An exhale that he didn’t make.
Bulwark froze, eyes widening in the complete darkness, wings springing upwards in fight, his hindlegs straightening and stiffening in readiness to spring away, though where he could even go in the pitch black darkness, he didn’t know.
A soft touch along his chin made him yelp in surprise, scrambling away from the contact and ending up slamming into the wall, bouncing off and then falling back down onto his side heavily, dazed.
A large, heavy weight pressed down on his lower body, pinning him in place, and Bulwark’s first thought was ‘minotaur!’ until a pair of soft hooves grasped his stiffened wings, soothingly stroking over them.
Bulwark struggled slightly in place, hooves pushing up at the figure into the darkness, trying to squirm away.
A powerful thud! of a hoof on his chestplate stopped him, almost winding him with the commanding force. He huffed heavily, feeling the air leave his chest, before he could suck in a breath again, panting faintly.
“W-who are you?!” Bulwark demanded, his voice breaking as he tried to catch his breath, hearing his heart pounding in his chest violently fast.
A soft hoof came up to rest over his lips, shushing him, and he felt and heard movement in the darkness, as a soft muzzle nosed up under his chin, pushing his muzzle upwards so that it could rub tenderly at his throat. Soft little licks followed, a velvet-smooth tongue delicately lapping at the comparatively coarse fur lining Bulwark’s flesh.
Bulwark lifted a hoof with a shaky groan at the sensation of the tongue on his flesh, reaching forwards to try and trace the shape of the muzzle with his hoof. A growl reverberated in the darkness, and he felt teeth nip at his hoof in warning. Getting the message, Bulwark lowered his hoof, giving a faint snort of annoyance.
The hooves on his chest shifted, pushing to the sides of his body to find the clasps that he had started undoing, finishing the process with deft little tugs and manipulations. In moments, the clasps were undone, and the chestpiece was thrown aside, clattering in the darkness.
“Just tell me who you are!” Bulwark protested as he felt the soft muzzle pushing against his breastbone firmly, with the velvety tongue grinding along the firm muscles. “Say something!”
“Quiet!” came the authoritative hiss in the darkness, and Bulwark stiffened in response. At the very least, even though it was a whisper, the voice seemed at least feminine to him.
“Is that an order, Your Majesty?” Bulwark asked, grasping at straws, adding the last two words with a certain sneering sarcasm.
The pony straddling him barely seemed to be phased. “As though a princess would touch you,” came the whisper again, so faint it was barely audible even in the resounding silence of the room. “But talk to me in that tone of voice again, and I’m going to tie you up and leave you here, whelp.”
Bulwark frowned at that, his wings stiffening again in fear. From the weight alone, he guessed that the other pony, or whatever she was, would be entirely capable of overpowering him.
The soft hooves descended down his form, squeezing lightly at his sides, while the even soft tongue gave long swirls across his stomach, and then a firm nibble was pressed right against his belly, making him squirm on reflex.
“Such strong, firm muscles,” came the light croon, as the hooves squeezed appreciatively. “You’ve been keeping up with your training, good.”
“I-is that you, Vanguard?” Bulwark queried uncertainly, referencing the large female guard that handled recruit weapon’s training.
A soft giggle sounded in the darkness, and a firm nudge against his stomach was felt. “Stop guessing. Now is not the time for talking.”
“You’ve got me pinned in a completely black room, and you’re—o-oh sweet Celestia!” Bulwark stammered, his entire form stiffening slightly and his wings giving a helpless flutter as he felt the soft muzzle and even soft tongue suddenly slide down to push directly against his sheath.
The warm tongue lapped directly at his sheath, soft little licks swirling around the rim of it to cause an instant reaction. Bulwark squirming in surprise, feeling his heart rate rising rapidly again as the thick length of his cock started to swell free under the sudden stimulation of the smooth tongue.
Bulwark clenched his teeth, one of his hindlegs kicking reflexively at the air. A strong hoof lifted to grasp the hoof, holding it firmly in place as the soft lips rubbed and worked against the growing flesh. A faint hum sounded in the darkness as the female lipped at the swelling flesh, flicking her tongue across it almost teasingly, coaxing it to swell even further.
“T-this is so not standard procedure for guard duty,” Bulwark murmured, shaking his head slightly and straining to see in the darkness, reaching down towards the muzzle again, trying to distinguish any features at all.
A growl left the muzzle so intimately pressed against his swelling flesh, and he felt the sudden brush of teeth against his sensitive flesh.
Bulwark tensed up, eyes widening, slowly pulling his hoof back, swallowing nervously. “I-I’ll be good.”
“Good boy,” the female purred, before returning to her eager little licks along his stiffening flesh. In just moments, it was swollen to its full, and (Bulwark liked to think) impressive size. Already, he could feel a warm spurt of precum drooling from the tip and splashing across his stomach.
A soft hum left his partner as she curled around and dragged that warm tongue right against the now-wet patch on his fur, eagerly lapping up his spilled precum.
“This is wrong,” Bulwark protested weakly, his ears pinning back heavily and wings stiffening under an entirely different emotion this time.
There was no answer this time, save for the push of a hoof against his chest, holding him firmly in place as a soft cheek touched at his stomach and the warm muzzle suddenly consumed the tip of his cock.
Bulwark hissed faintly in surprise, his entire firm arching slightly and wings giving a fitful flutter against the floor. He gritted his teeth, catching himself before grasping around the female’s head with his forehooves, instead digging them into the floor on reflex.
The warm muzzle pushed down over the tip of his cock while a soft hoof trailed down the length of it, rubbing and stroking gently, before squeezing around the base of it firmly. The soft, velvet tongue cradled the head of his length, slowly grinding along the rim of it, causing it to jerk and spill a burst of precum directly into the suckling mouth.
Bulwark shuddered all over as he felt the female swallow around his trapped member. The tongue ground eagerly up against the very tip of his throbbing cock, coaxing forth even more of the slick precum to drool onto the rubbing tongue.
There was the sound of movement, and Bulwark felt the female shifting around to straddle him again, standing over his form. He heard her hindhooves come down on either side of his head, and his cheeks burned slightly in nervousness as he realised what was about to happen.
The female shifted slightly, and in just a few moments, he felt the warm weight of a large pony against his chest. Her mouth pushed further down his length, while the faint scent of vanilla filled his nostrils. There was a slight shift of her hips, and a soft tail trailed across his temple suggestively.
Bulwark already knew what she wanted, a hoof lifting to tentatively rest on her rump. When he didn’t sense any resistance to his motions, he tilted his head and pushed his nose towards where he assumed everything would be, bumping right up against a moist cunny with his nose far earlier than he thought.
Eyes widening in the darkness, Bulwark felt his heart start to race, the warm liquid sticking to his nose and lips, forcing him to take in the female’s scent. He licked his lips on reflex, and was suddenly flooded with the intense taste of a female, his tongue coated in the slightly oily essence that was cloying and intoxicating in its intensity.
Shuddering faintly, Bulwark grasped the wide hips of his partner, spreading her open just slightly with a firm squeeze, and then leaning up to drag a heated lick right across the exposed cunt. His tongue was greeted by soft, moist flesh, smooth and supple to the touch, already with enough moisture present across their surface to cause it to cover his tongue entirely.
A throaty groan left the female around her mouthful of Bulwark’s cock, more felt than heard, as it caused a tingling vibration throughout the entirety of his member. More and more of the slick precum drooled up to spill across the tongue, and the female swallowed it down eagerly, suckling firmly at his member for more.
Bulwark shuddered helplessly under the larger female, squeezing her hips firmly, brushing one of his hooves down her form to squeeze at her side. A faint growl of warning vibrated his member, and he snatched his hoof back, but not before feeling the end of a set of feathers. His eyes narrowed in the darkness, and he was now quite certain that it was the pegasus Vanguard straddling him.
Smirking to himself, Bulwark leaned up to drag another heated lick right across the moist cunny in front of his nose, his hooves slipping back to grasp at the female’s rump and spread her open even further. He squeezed firmly, and then buried his tongue in against her, dragging a warm, long lap right against her exposed inner flesh, grinning at the way the female tensed up and jerked slightly in response to the stimulation of his tongue.
The muzzle around his cock started to bob and rock back and forth all the more intently over his member, and the hooves pushed forwards to grasp around the base of it, squeezing and tugging at it in earnest.
“Mnnf, you’re going to get a mouthful if you don’t stop,” Bulwark panted, stammering slightly, lips brushing against the soft outer lips of her cunt as he spoke.
A soft sound left the female, and he swore that he could feel her smile around him, even as she began to bob and suckle all the more intently, tongue grinding around his swelling tip.
Bulwark could feel the tension rising in the pit of his stomach, and his hindlegs quivered, kicking the air on reflex. His hips rocked up towards the muzzle, even as he buried his muzzle against her tight cunny to muffle his helpless whimpers of delight rolling from his throat.
The bobbing muzzle just picked up speed, rapid swallowing tugging at his swollen flare as it grew and grew, starting to even push the female’s jaws open around it.
Bulwark stiffened, grasping her hips tightly with his hooves and crying out against her inner thighs helplessly, jerking and arching as his entire cock jerked and pulsed repeatedly, spilling sudden urgent bursts of spunk right into the tight muzzle affixed to its tip.
The swallowing at his member just increased in urgency as he flooded her muzzle, coating her tongue in his potent emission over and over again. Bulwark could feel it splashing out of her mouth, spilling from around the clumsy seal she had made over his swollen tip, drooling in sticky ropes down across his crotch and inner thighs.
After several blissful seconds, he started to come down from his orgasm, entire form stiffening and jerking as he felt the muzzle suckling around him firmly, soft lips and tongue tugging at the crown of his swollen, used length. He shuddered all over, giving a helpless squeak more likely to come from a mouse than a full-grown stallion.
A low, throaty purr of approval left the female, and she slowly drew upwards and dragged a heated lick right against his tip, leaving a clean streak amid the drooling mess.
Bulwark gave a helpless groan, relaxing back flat against the floor, his head spinning with intense euphoria.
“You didn’t finish me off,” came the soft, soft whisper.
Bulwark murmured something incoherent in response, feeling his cock softening slowly, leaving a sticky trail of his own mess across his stomach.
The female shifted off him, giving a soft snort. “Next time…”
“Next time?” Bulwark asked, ears perking, straining to hear her whispers.
“Tomorrow…” the female murmured with a throaty rumble. “If you’re not here, then I will come hunting for you…”
Bulwark gave a faint shudder at that, of mixed anticipation and fear.
A hoof pressed against his lips, pressing something into his mouth, and he gagged for a moment before the hoof pushed his jaws closed. “Swallow.”
Wrinkling his nose, Bulwark swallowed, feeling what felt like a small pill travel down his throat.
The hooves withdrew, and he heard the sound of something sliding, and then the same sound again, and then silence.
“Hello?” Bulwark called, rolling over onto his hooves and standing up, frowning deeply. After several moments, blinding light hit his eyes, and he threw a hoof in front of his face, squinting hard.
His eyes adjusted to the light, and he blinked rapidly, his eyes tearing up, finding himself in a well-lit room, with magical indirect lighting in the ceiling, like most of the secret passages. Frowning deeply, he rubbed his eyes, realising that he had been temporarily blind.
Frowning deeply, he stepped forwards towards the wall, finding a handle at chest-height that he had missed the first time around, sliding the door open and stepping out into a hallway full of armor.
Blinking with his still-adjusting eyes, he lowered his head and headed down the hallway, peering left and right, looking for somepony to tell him where the front door was again.
Celestia came walking down the hallway from the opposite direction, peering at him with a raised brow. “Are you still lost?”
Bulwark straightened slightly into a salute, making sure the princess couldn’t see his still-messy underside. “Uh… yeah. Is there a bathroom nearby, Your Majesty? I spilled some of my lunch on myself.”
Celestia raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down, before making a motion with her nose. “Down that hallway.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Bulwark said with a bow.
Celestia stepped past him, her tail ‘accidentally’ trailed along his chin again, and the softest of giggles left her as she watched Bulwark turn and bound off down the hallway, her tail held low to hide the mix of his saliva and her own liquids that were still coating her cunny.
