A Knight's Necessities

by Lolpuma

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Romance
Length: 4315

Olive Hilt is tasked with watching over princess Luna as she travels to the Crystal Kingdom to consult Cadence with political matters. As he's waiting for them to finish their discussion, he finds himself meeting a very interesting white stallio

Olive Hilt is tasked with watching over princess Luna as she travels to the Crystal Empire to consult Cadence and Shining Armor with political matters. As he's waiting for the princesses to finish their discussion, he finds himself meeting a very interesting white stallion.

Cover art by ErisGrim on Deviantart

My first attempt at smut. I think it turned out well for not having written in over a year. Critique if you can, any comment is welcome.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-04-13 00:00:03 UTC

Chapter 1

“You’re taking a guard, and that’s final,” the large, celestial alicorn says to her younger sister. “With all of this political nonsense going on, I can’t have you traveling alone through Equestria. Our home isn’t as safe as it used to be Luna, and I won’t have you going alone just because you’re scared to travel with anyone other than me.”

“I am not scared!” Luna says, scoffing at the idea that she would show fear. “I just don’t see the reasoning behind needing one of those stallions to come with me.” Scrunching her nose, she peers back at the group of ponies standing by the door at the end of Celestia’s throne room. There stands five stallions in black armor, all straight as an arrow as they salute their monarchs. “They always look at me funny,” the small violet alicorn says under her breath.

Sighing, Celestia turns away from her sister and points to the pile of papers sitting by her chair. “I have to stay here in Canterlot and go over some paperwork. And if I go, who’s going to talk with the politicians about their stance with this whole mess? You’re not exactly a people pony, Luna,” Celestia says, jokingly. “I need you at the Crystal Empire with Cadence to help sort everything on her end. I have no idea how she’s taking this, and I’m sure she would appreciate any help we can give.” The large alicorn turns back to Luna, but her stern look has melted into one of calm reassurance. “I’m sure you’ll do fine, I don’t doubt that. I just want to be you to be safe, okay?”

Luna’s face seems to be in a permanent scrunch while Celestia explains herself, but begrudgingly she says, “Yes sister, I understand. My only question is do I really need to have so many guards with me? Surely it would be just as safe with only one guard.”

Celestia eyes her sister suspiciously before nodding. She then calls over to the group of ponies at the door. “Olive Hilt, please come up here for a moment. The rest of you are dismissed.” The stallion on the far right nods, then positions himself a few steps down from the princesses in a manner that could only be defined as a saunter. Though he stands an entire hoof shorter than his companions, Olive Hilt carries a confidence about him that raises an eye from the shorter of the two alicorns. His black olive hair is tamed only by his helmet. Luna could tell that without it his hair would be a mess, as if he had put his head in front of a fan and let the wind decide what hairstyle he should have for the day. Azure eyes shine along with his calm smile as he eyes the two of them. His Imperial blue coat is combed to perfection.

“Yes, my princess?” Olive Hilt says, bowing his head.

“At ease,” Celestia says jokingly, an inside joke between her and her sister that gets a reluctant smile from the violet alicorn. The royal guard smirks and raises a brow to the phrase, but does as he’s told. “My beloved sister,” Celestia starts, “needs somepony to accompany her to the Crystal Empire, and I have chosen you. I need you to be outside my sisters quarters with whatever you need for the journey by tomorrow morning. I hope this is acceptable for you Luna?”

The younger alicore stares at Olive Hilt for a long time, but his calm smile stays glued to his face. “Fine,” she says, grinding her teeth turning away from the  two of them and storming out of the throne room.

Celestia watches Luna go. Her smile dissolves into a worried expression before she catches herself and turns back to the imperial blue stallion with her normal stern posture restored. “You may go,” she says coldly, before turning to the large pile of paperwork with a sigh.

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The trip was disappointing. Olive Hilt had expected a week long journey of epic proportions, and had packed for just as much. However, when he showed up outside of princess Luna’s room with a saddle bag brimming with supplies, she had scoffed and strapped on her own measly fanny pack before leading him to their carriage. The trip hadn’t lasted more than a few hours, and the awkward silence that followed inside the cabin was slightly unnerving. The princess glanced at him harshly whenever he happened to catch her eye. He made sure to smile at her calmly so as not to offend, but near the end of the trip it had gotten a lot more difficult.

The trip did have its upsides. Being an earth pony Olive Hilt had imagined what flying would be like with a timid curiosity, but the carriage ride was magical. He spent almost the entire time staring out of the window as the ground below them soared by. He longed to know what the wind felt like while he flew through the endless sky.

When the ground finally comes up to meet them after the 4 hour trip, Olive Hilt gets off the carriage on wobbly hoofs, a smile illuminating his youth. The city is breathtaking. Each house is made of a different type of crystal - emerald, ruby, lapis, and even amethyst. The street lamps were obsidian tipped with glowing diamonds, and each sign was beautifully chiseled as if each was a masterpiece of its own. In the center stands a tower bigger than anything Olive Hilt had seen in Canterlot. It is nearly larger than the mountain that Canterlot is built on! He was overwhelmed by the stature of the tower.

Luna forces her way past Olive Hilt, shoving him aside without a second glance. She trots towards a pink alicorn who waits for her at the end of the road. He stumbles, and as he tries to regain his footing he misjudges the grip on the crystal sidewalk, landing face first on the ground. As he lifts his head up and rubs his sore jaw, he sees a hoof extended to help him back up.

“Need a hoof?” says the brilliant white stallion with a blue mane. Olive Hilt smiles as he grabs the hoof that is extended to him. He dusts himself off, making sure to eye the unicorn up while he does. The stallion stands a good head and a half taller than him, and definitely a lot thicker. He wears the standard armor for a pony of high command in the military, light plate adorned with small crystals placed in it to signify that he serves in the crystal army.

“Thanks, I uh... lost my footing. I wouldn’t have guessed everything here was made from crystal, let alone the floor,” the short stallion says as he ogles the other’s muscular chest. He catches himself after a second, but he could hardly have made it any more obvious. If the other stallion noticed, however, he doesn’t show any sign.

“Yeah, it’s a little difficult to get used to at first, but you’d be surprised at how easy it is to maintain. Not a pothole for miles,” the stallion says jokingly.

“I would bet,” Olive Hilt says offhanded, remembering what he’s suppose to be doing. He looks around as he tries to find princess Luna, a small flash of panic shooting through him when he doesn’t see her at first. He can just make her out as she turns a corner in the direction of the large, mountain sized castle. “Thanks again for the help,” he says to the handsome stallion without a second glance. Olive Hilt can hear the older stallion chuckle as he runs off.

Olive is only just able to catch up to Luna before she and the slender pink alicorn pass the great doors of the tower. He has to squeeze past a few crystal guard ponies, but once they see his obsidian breastplate they grumble to themselves and let him pass. He is able to get into his place behind her without anypony being any the wiser, not even Luna herself.

The princesses walk around the castle for an hour or so, talking about politics or just catching up with each other. For most of the tour, Olive Hilt loses himself in the palace and all of its beauties. Each room they pass holds wonders the young stallion couldn’t have imagined - from intricate sculptures with thousands of pieces to statues and treasures that would make any law breaker salivate.

The tower’s layout is surreal. He could swear they had taken 4 right turns in a row, yet they ended up in a completely different part of the castle. They stop at a small, cozy room with a few chairs that sit in a circle with a small table in the center. As Luna and Cadence enter the room, Olive Hilt stays outside to get a moment to himself. Luna eyes him staying out in the hall, and smirks as she shuts the door behind herself. Much to her relief, she’s finally able to get away from her unwanted shadow.

The hall’s complexity left him stunned, even after walking through the castle for the past hour. Olive Hilt traces the endless patterns of the crystal floor to keep himself entertained as he waits for the princesses to be finished with their business, though he has the feeling that they will be in there for awhile.

When the sound of hoofsteps come from the staircase, Olive Hilt turns to find the brilliant white stallion trotting towards him. “Well, look who it is. Funny meeting you here.”

Olive smiles his award winning smile before cocking his head and asking, “Why do I get the feeling you’re following me?”

“Maybe I am. I could easily see myself sneaking glances at you from afar,” the other stallion quips back, quick as a whip.

“Is that so?” Olive Hilt says, his smile becoming more and more genuine. This stallion was certainly more interesting than Luna.  “Personally, I find this city a lot less interesting than Canterlot,” the young colt says, lying through his teeth. “I wish there was more to do. Nothing entertaining going on around here.”

“Well, if you’re really so bored, I could show you around the palace. I’m sure I’m not needed anywhere for the time being,” the older stallion says, playing along.

“Lead the way.” Olive Hilt motions with a hoof and the other stallion sets off towards the staircase and starts to ascend. The imperial blue colt groans at the thought of climbing more stairs, but ogling the other pony from behind more than makes up for it.

The Unicorn leads him up what feels like an endless climb, but once they get to the top all his aches are forgotten. The world expands outward for what seems like forever. Olive Hilt can see from Canterlot to Cloudsdale, Manehatten, Fillydelphia, and everything inbetween. They are standing on a balcony thousands of feet in the air, almost high enough to touch the clouds. The young stallion rushes over to the edge trying his best to take everything in at once, awestruck. “Holy buck,” he says, his voice trailing off.

The other stallion trots up next to him, haunch brushing next to Olive’s, sending a shiver up his spine. He can’t tell if it’s from the touch or the beautiful sight in front of him. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of this view,” Olive Hilt says after a few minutes of them standing like this. It’s only now that he realizes that instead of looking at the view with him, the unicorn has been admiring his younger companion.

“I think I could say the same.”

Olive  grins at the cheesiness of the line, but as he turns to face the older stallion he sees a seductive glint in his eye that washes his smile away and brings a blazing blush in its stead. “I... I don’t..” He’s cut off as the white knight darts forward, locking lips with him and reaching a hoof behind his head in a ferocious kiss. Olive Hilt’s opens his mouth to try and protest, but only gives the stallion what he wants. His tongue lashes out to meet Olive’s, the protest quickly becoming a moan of pleasure. Olive Hilt has an instant of reluctance, one fleeting thought of “What ifs” and then the doubts are gone.

The older stallions hoof traces Olive’s spine, following his every curve, marking it to memory. His experienced hoof finally comes to rest on the back of his thigh, playing with his tail. Each time he tugs Olive Hilt moans, opening his mouth wider to the oral assault of the white knight. It’s a battle of wills, and Olive can tell he’s losing very willingly.

The colt pulls away suddenly, trying his best to hold any amount of composure. “We need to get somewhere a little more private,” Olive says, in between deep breaths.

He tries his best to trot away with the growing hardness between his legs, but the other stallion calls after  him. “Nopony ever comes to this part of the tower,” the stallion says reassuringly, his own breath quickened and voice husky with lust.

Olive turns around and starts to protest, but without the distraction of the kiss he can finally note the monster that hangs between the other stallions legs. His jaw drops as he stops mid sentence, eyes widening yet filled with the familiar glint of curiosity that seems to always be apparent on his face. The tinge of a blush that had been on his cheeks now burst into a firestorm of lust.

Between the stallions legs is a third, a flesh colored beauty at least 9 inches long. The veins on it set trails that beg to be traced with hoof or tongue. At the base is a set of hefty balls just aching for release. Finally, sitting atop like a crown with all the glory that comes with it, is a flared head big enough around to make Olive question if he could even fit his mouth around it. The thought of a challenge only excites him more.

The stallion lifts his forehoof to give the younger colt a better view, and Olive Hilt takes advantage of the opportunity eagerly. Up close the thing is even bigger. Olive brings up his hoof and brushes it softly. As he does, the stallion above him jerks forward and a drop of precum forces its way out. In the instant before it can fall the to ground, Olive Hilt shoots forward and licks it up eagerly. His mouth is flooded with the older stallion’s liquid ardor. Olive moans at the taste, his stallionhood hardening in an instant.

He wraps his mouth around the head and applies a small amount of suction, trying to get as much of the stallion’s juices out as he can. He lets go of the head with a satisfying ‘Pop’, then follows the underside of the member with his tongue as he searches for more treats. At the end of the stallion’s shaft stands his prize, a pair of aching jewels. Olive buries his nose into them, taking a deep breath of the older stallion’s heady musk. It takes a moment before he can rouse himself from that position, enamored with the smell of the stallion above him. When the white knight starts to stomp his leg impatiently, Olive takes the hint and begins to softly suckle on the tennis ball sized fruits in an attempt to please him. The stallion had obviously bathed recently, and Olive was thankful for that. However, there was no way to wash out the delicious taste of the stallion’s lust. Olive does the same with the other until he feels like he has teased the stallion more than enough.

Olive pulls back, adjusting himself on his haunches so that his mouth is easily lined up with the stallion’s head. He starts off slow, taking the stallion’s cock in an inch at a time. He then pulls back to readjust, taking in a little more each time. Olive is barely at the midpoint of the older stallions cock before its throbbing head kisses the back of his throat. Trying his best to work with what he has, Olive brings up his hooves to stroke at the base as he sucks on whatever his mouth can take in. After a minute of this and a few impatient stomps from the stallion above him, he quickly figures out that this is not going to be good enough. Smiling around the intoxicating cock in his mouth, he relaxes his throat and pushes the length as deep as he can. He then reaches a hoof behind the pony the above him and gives a ruthless tug to his tail, getting a surprised thrust from the unicorn in reply. The stallionhood impales his throat, but it’s just what Olive needs to loosen his throat up. “You could have just said something,” the white knight said in a husky, lust filled voice.

Olive coughs as he retracts, trying his best to get a breath in. The older stallion lets out a gasp at the chill of the evening air and pushes forward to try and get himself back into the warmth of the colt’s mouth. The imperial blue colt gives him what he wants, edging forward with each reflexive hump of the white knight above him. The colt desperately grinds his member into the floor, a small puddle of precum forming. Olive Hilt quickly finds his nose stuffed into the other ponies groin, the potent musk filling his nose again and enticing him to bring the stallions dick deeper after every time he resurfaces for a breath.

The white knight seizes up, his member thickening within an instant. Olive Hilt readies himself for what’s to come next. Before any of the stallion’s seed can flood into his mouth, the colt feels the familiar warmth leave him and he opens his eyes in surprise. “What are you doing!?” Olive nearly shouts, coughing as he finally takes in a full breath of air.

Panting, the white knight backs away his length throbbing with need. “Not yet,” he says, catching his breath in between words. His voice is filled with desire. “I’m not done with you.” He smiles seductively as he points to a bench that overlooks the scenic view.

Olive raises an eye but gets the hint pretty quickly. The colt trots over to the bench and rests his forehooves on it. He brings his tail up to display himself for the older stallion, eager to please. The white knight makes a growl at the sight, barely able to control himself from rushing up and taking him. He restrains himself, knowing it would be too painful for the small colt to take him dry.

The older stallion steps forward, giving him an appraising look. Olive might not be the biggest pony, but he’s the right size where it matters. The unicorn reaches a hoof and grabs the base of the colts shaft, noting the trail of precum all the way down to his base. He follows the trail to its source and coats his hoof in his partner’s juices. The colt thrusts against the touch, turned on so much that the only thing he can utter is a moan in protest as the stallions hoof retreats. He sighs in pleasure as the ador-covered hoof is rubbed against his entrance. When the stallion lubricates him enough, he goes down to the colts groin for another helping then does the same to his own member to mix their juices together.

With the preparations done, the stallion mounts him in a fervor. The unicorn takes a moment to glance down at his companion. Once he catches the younger pony’s eyes he locks him in a kiss, just as ferocious as the one that started all of this. “Are you ready?” He asks as he lines himself up, flared head prodding the colt’s hole eagerly. Olive inhales sharply from the heat at his ass, but he nods his head.

Olive Hilt’s breath catches as he’s penetrated, his cry of pain quickly turning into a moan of pleasure as he adjusts himself to the unrelenting heat of the stallion inside of him. The stretching of his hole causes a discomfort that’s very difficult to ignore, but the feeling of being filled is something he will never stop loving. The white knight pushes an inch in at a time, slowly rocking himself back and forth so that Olive can get used to his size. He can feel himself being filled slowly by the white knight’s steady stream of arousal. Each thrust driving the precum coated cock deeper and deeper.

This self control doesn’t last long however, and soon the colt finds himself hilted. The unicorn hugs Olive’s torso, wrapping his hoofs around the colt’s small frame. The older pony’s breath is hot on Olive’s neck, each thrust bringing a huff of air along the sensitive flesh of his neck. “Moan for me,” the stallion says as he gives a sharp thrust.

Olive Hilt does as he’s told, crying out with the brutal thrust. The stallion growls, then bites down on his ear savagely. His animal instincts igniting in the heat of the moment. The stallion teases the tip of Olive’s member with a hoof, coaxing out droplets of pre as he abuses the poor colt’s entrance.

Olive’s eyes cross at the heavenly pressure. As the unicorn pulls himself out, the head of his cock brushes up against the younger pony’s prostate. A ripple of pleasure shoots through his spine like a bolt of lightning. Electricity seems to course through every nerve in Olive’s body each time the stallion thrusts past his pleasure buzzer. The small droplets of precum that had been forming at the head of the colt’s neglected member has quickly become a steady stream of lust. Olive reaches down to stroke his shaft, but the stallion above him ignores his needs. The white knight grabs each of the younger colts hoofs in his own and pulls back to give himself leverage, driving the imperial blue stallion’s face into the chilling crystal of the bench. Olive’s cock grinds into the underside of the bench and he cries out in frustration and pleasure.

Olive Hilt can feel the pleasure slowly building in his groin, each thrust causing a jolt to his system that builds towards that oh-so-amazing pressure. With one particularly brutal thrust, the head of the older stallion’s member crashes into Olive’s prostate, sending him over the edge in an instant. The colt bites into his forehoof hard enough to draw blood as he cries out, his body locking up and his mind breaking down with the force of his orgasm. His neglected cock spasmed erratically underneath him, his hips bucking back erratically, milking the stallion with the need to be filled.

The older pony complies more than willingly. With his lover spasming and clenching down on his cock he loses all control, member pulsing as he reaches his limits. The stallion’s seed shoots into Olive, filling him up in an instant. Each thrust bringing with it another stream of seed.

The white knight pulls out as his orgasm fades off, last shots of seed coating the back of Olive Hilt’s thighs as he collapses on top of him, basking in the afterglow.

As the night slowly sets, Olive Hilt sees the moon peeking out over the mountains. The moon. MOON. “Oh buck.”

Olive Hilt wiggles from the lover’s embrace, thinking of what he should do. With no ideas coming to him he races down the stairs in an attempt to get back to his post before Luna and Cadence notice his disappearance. With the piece of cloth he uses to polish his chestplate, he cleans himself up as best as he can. However, it does very little to the mess that is his backside.

“Where have you been?” As he reaches the the bottom of the first flight of stairs he sees them. Cadence looks at him curiously and Luna has a cold fury in her eyes. “When my sister assigned you to watch over me, I didn’t think I would have to spend half an hour searching after you.”

“Don’t worry, he was with me,” his recent lover says as he trots down the stairs calmly. Olive is surprised by how clean he looks, showing no signs of their activities. Only then does Olive realize how badhe must look.

“Oh Shining, there you are. We were wondering where you had been since Luna’s carriage arrived.” Olive Hilt’s eyes widen at the name. No, it couldn’t be. There’s no way he had fucked Shining Armor.

“There was some trouble in the market square, and when I came back up I met Olive Hilt here. I showed him around the tower while you guys caught up.” He reaches the bottom of the stairs and kisses his wife on the cheek.

Luna eyes him suspiciously before turning away and storming off to another part of the castle. Cadence gives him a courteous smile before following after, though he sees a curious curve in her eye that makes him worried. When they’re both out of earshot Olive shouts at Shining Armor, “Why didn’t you tell me who you were? And how do you know my name!?”

“Hey, calm down there. I just saved your ass.” He smiles the same joking smile from before, but his eyes have a dangerous spark. “I guess that means you owe me.” He shoots forward stealing a kiss. Before Olive can pull away the unicorn is already trotting down the hall after his wife, tail swinging back to brush his face playfully.

All the young colt can do is stare after him, confusion etched on his face knowing that this trip can only get worse from here.

Co-authored by GeeBeeDee