Sturdy Pike took a long, deep swig of his wine, wincing slightly, cyan eyes watering.
He drew the cup back, careful not to spill any of the fancy red wine on his perfectly white coat. Nobody liked trying to lift wine stains from white fur.
He set the cup down on the counter beside him, feeling his head swimming pleasantly.
It was far into the evening, and Pike was attending to some fancy ball thrown for the one-year anniversary of Princess Luna’s return. He had been ordered to attend by none other than Princess Luna. It was hardly worth arguing, especially when he was given a free evening off and the rest of the next morning to recover.
Fancy ponies milled this way and that, chatting and dancing to the tune being played by the quintet on the raised stage at one end of the hall.
Pike felt utterly out of place with his barely-styled blue mane and tail, carelessly cut to length and dyed to match the rest of the guard. Even his fur had been magically treated to change it from the dusty grey of his birth to the brilliant white of the Royal Guard.
Moving away from his secluded corner of the dance floor to get a refill for his now-empty glass, Pike paused, little mental alarm bells ringing in his head as a unicorn in the crowd made a bee-line for him.
Frowning slightly, he turned towards her, an eyebrow raising.
She was a pretty thing, with a soft pink coat and a brilliant, fiery red mane curling over one side of her face, obscuring one vibrant blue eye. She was wearing a fancy sequined purple dress that covered most of her form.
“Salutations,” the mare said, bowing formally to Pike as she came level with him. “We couldn’t help but notice you standing over here all alone and thought you’d like some company.”
“We?” Pike asked, his other eyebrow raising.
The mare blinked, her cheeks reddening. “Oh… w—I mean ‘I’. Apologies, I am accustomed to traveling in a group and speaking for said group.”
Sturdy Pike gave a cautious nod. “I see. Well, I don’t know why you’re bothering with me, I’m just on my night off, honestly. Wouldn’t even be here if Princess Luna didn’t order me to, so I could ‘unwind’.”
The mare cooed at that, bouncing lightly on her forelegs. “Thou knowest Princess Luna herself?! You are very lucky!”
Brows furrowing, Pike made a motion with his hoof. “Aye. I know her. I’m one of her guards when she’s staying at the castle.”
“You simply must tell us about this,” the mare gushed. She held out a hoof. “We are Strawberry Swirl, and it is very nice to meet you.”
“It’s very nice to meet you too,” Pike said with an incline of his head in her direction, shaking her hoof cautiously. “I’m Pike. Sturdy Pike, actually. But my friends just call me Pike. Or Fish.”
“Sturdy Pike?” Strawberry Swirl asked with a slow smirk, beginning to walk around him in a circle, appraising him. She paused, peering at his cutie mark, which was that of a pair of crossed, thick, powerful-looking spears. “Why, that sounds like the name I would more likely associate with the carnal delights than with being a guard…”
Pike looked back over his shoulder at the mare for a moment, and then gave a smirk. “My parents were overjoyed when I was accepted into the royal guard. They all thought I was going to be in the escort service.”
Strawberry Swirl licked her lips, trailing a hoof down his side amorously. “Well… I certainly won’t deny that the thought of you at my every beck and call is a very… appetising one.”
Perking an ear upwards, Pike gave a slightly uneasy smile. “Uhh... thanks, I think.”
A slight frown passed over Strawberry Swirl’s features. “Art we not enticing to thee?”
Sturdy Pike gave a slightly nervous laugh. “Well… you’re very pretty. But you’re kinda coming on… strong. Don’t get me wrong, I like a girl who knows what she wants, but you sound like you want to sleep with me two seconds after seeing me across a crowded dance floor and it’s kinda… unnerving.”
“Oh no, we have followed you for quite some time!” Strawberry Swirl assured hurriedly. “For many moons!”
Pike frowned deeply at that, taking a step backwards. “So you’re not a harlot, you’re a stalker. Thanks for putting my nerves at ease.”
“We did not mean it as such!” Strawberry Swirl cried, stamping a hoof, making several ponies around them stare.
Sturdy Pike held up a hoof for attention, halting whatever the mare was going to say next. “Look. You probably have a really good reason for stalking me, I’m sure. But I just want to enjoy some wine and watch the fancy ponies try to fit in with the rest of the fancy ponies.”
“We could think of many things far more enjoyable,” Strawberry Swirl said with a brave stab at seductiveness.
“And so could I,” Sturdy Pike responded, dodging around the mare and heading for the drink table. He poured himself another glass of wine, turning around and finding himself face-to-face with Strawberry Swirl. His wings arched on reflex, and he struggled not to spill his drink. “Sweet Celestia you’re like a puppy.”
“We want thee,” Strawberry Swirl almost purred, a dangerous note entering her voice. “And we will not be denied.”
Sturdy Pike looked the mare up and down for a long moment, taking a long sip of his wine. “Well… fine. I’ll go down on you, and then you can leave me alone, yeah?”
Strawberry Swirl blinked once at that, her cheeks flushing deeply. “T-thou wouldst do such a thing?”
“The guard captain was quite adamant that we never stick our dicks in crazy, but tongues are another matter entirely,” Pike said dryly, making a motion towards the staircase leading upstairs at the back of the room. “Or am I calling your bluff?”
Suspicious eyes narrowed on him, and the mare gave a slow, smug smile. “No… I am calling your bluff,” she said, grabbing the edge of one of his wings and beginning to tug him towards the staircase.
Wearing an amused smile, Pike allowed himself to be led, sipping at his wine all the while.
The heavy oak doors slammed shut behind the two ponies, and Pike turned towards Strawberry Swirl, an eyebrow raising. “This is one of the princess’ rooms. We’re not even supposed to be in here.”
“We are certain that the princess would mind not at all,” Strawberry Swirl said with an eager growl, pushing herself up against him amorously, biting and kissing heatedly at the edge of his neck.
Sturdy Pike lifted a hoof to fend her off, before placing his half-empty wine glass on the dresser. “You sure you’re not a changeling or something come to feed off my love?”
Strawberry Swirl scoffed. “Were I a changeling, you would be in bed with me by now.”
“You’re really pushy, you know that?” Pike asked, raising an eyebrow at her and shaking his head, moving towards the bed. “Well, let’s get this over with, then.”
A frown passed over Strawberry Swirl’s face, and she stepped towards the bed awkwardly, a hoof lifting to the neck of her dress. “Must thou act so… bored?”
“This is a one-night-stand, sweetheart,” Pike said, splaying across the bed lazily, arching his wings in a languid stretch. “You can’t expect me to get super-excited about sex with a pony I don’t even know.”
“Dost thou not find it exciting to do something with one thou just met?” Strawberry Swirl asked with a heated growl, stepping up onto the bed and pushing the pegasus onto his back with a surprisingly strong shove of her hooves. She straddled him then, sitting on his stomach and giving a slow, sensuous grind of her hips against him.
“It’s kinda exciting,” Pike admitted, wrapping his hooves around her form, sneaking them under the top of her dress so he could pull it up high enough to grasp her rump, squeezing lightly as he leaned in to bite gently at the side of her neck.
Strawberry Swirl gave a breathy moan of delight, slowly grinding her hips against his own, her hooves pushing up to begin almost hurriedly removing her dress. She undid the zipper at the front, dragging it right down to her stomach. She then sat up atop him, reaching back to grasp the top of the dress, dragging it over her body and off, tossing it aside hurriedly.
With the barrier removed, the mare pressed herself eagerly against his front, grinding slowly against him. “This is nice…” she purred, nipping and kissing heatedly at his neck and chin.
Pike gave a hum and a nod in response, one of his hooves pushing between them to press directly up between her hindlegs, grinding slowly against the already-moistening length of the soft, pliable lips there.
Strawberry Swirl gave a breathy moan, and then pushed his hoof away with a faint, playful huff. “Such a rogue!” she cooed, kissing his nose eagerly.
Sturdy Pike smirked, wrapping his hooves around the mare’s middle, squeezing lightly. “Oh you have no idea…”
“We have some inkling,” Strawberry Swirl purred, pushing her hips against his own eagerly, slowly rocking her hips against him as she straddled his form.
Sturdy Pike grinned up at her, wings pushing into the bed, using the extra leverage to roll them both over so he could straddle her instead.
Strawberry Swirl ‘eep’ed in surprise, her hindlegs splaying reflexively as she rolled over onto her back, her eyes widening and cheeks flushing faintly.
Grinning, Sturdy Pike leaned in and kissed her nose, pushing a hoof up between her hindlegs before she could protest. Even as he began to slowly rub at the soft mare cunny, he leaned up and trade a gentle swirl of his tongue against the base of her horn.
Arching under his attentions, Strawberry Swirl started to slowly grind her hips towards the press of his hoof, a slick dribble of her liquids already starting to moisten the edge of his hoof.
Sturdy Pike smirked down at her, his free hoof grasping around the back of her neck to tilt her head forwards, allowing him to take the tip of her horn into his mouth and lightly suckle at it, tongue slowly swirling against the underside.
Strawberry Swirl’s eyes widened, and she quivered under him, hips rocking towards the motions of his hoof all the more eagerly. “W-where did you learn th-th-haaah… th-that?” she asked falteringly, clenching her eyes closed and arching against him eagerly.
“Every unicorn I ever screwed,” Sturdy Pike said with a winning grin, lapping at the tip of her horn a little more firmly, before suckling at the very, very end of it. His hoof pushed firmly up between her thighs, grinding eagerly against the soft, plump pussy.
Strawberry Swirl whimpered faintly, wrapping her forehooves around his chest and rocking her hips in time with the push of the hoof against her aching, drooling cunt, her horn starting to glow faintly in his mouth.
Sturdy Pike tried to push his mouth further down her horn, intending to tease the entire length of it, but he gagged at only halfway, feeling it almost in his throat. He coughed faintly, drawing back, eyes watering, staring at the deceptively short length of her horn in confusion.
“Don’t stooop…” Strawberry Swirl moaned wantonly, grasping his hoof in her own and grinding it against herself all the more eagerly.
Sturdy Pike nodded eagerly, rubbing his hoof carefully up against the tight unicorn cunt, lightly rubbing it over her clit. “You know… I might just end up screwing you after all…” he said with a thoughtful little smirk, feeling a certain stirring between his thighs.
“Oh we certainly hope so!” Strawberry Swirl growled, her hoof rising from around the stallion’s hoof between her thighs, reaching up to push into his lower stomach, finding the top of his thickening sheath and eagerly rubbing against it.
Sturdy Pike’s wings extended, stiffening above his back as he panted down at the mare, his eager cock quickly starting to grow, swelling free from his body rapidly, pushing against the hoof. He shook his head slightly down at her, and then dropped slightly, starting to kiss down her form, eagerly lapping and nipping at the expanse of her smooth stomach.
Strawberry Swirl gave an eager groan, her hooves reaching down to wend in his mane, even as she arched her back, her hindlegs twitching and splaying on either side of his chest.
Without a single note of hesitation, Sturdy Pike skipped down past her stomach to kiss directly at the top of her spread cunny, tongue giving a quick little swipe across her clit.
A feminine squeak and quiver left the mare, and her hooves shot up to cover her mouth, her cheeks beginning to burn.
Sturdy Pike smirked at that, staring up at her, eyes locking on her own as he slowed his motions, deliberately giving a slow, languid lick from the base of her cunt, right up to the very top, letting his tongue flick off her clit.
The mare arched under his attentions, hindlegs kicking at the air on either of his head as her luscious cunt spasmed and drooled more of her slick liquids.
Growling eagerly, Sturdy Pike turned his full attention to the moist, plump length of unicorn cunt in front of his nose. One of his hooves delicately pressed against her inner thigh, spreading her open slightly with the pressure, revealing a sliver of pink between the soft, lighter pink-furred lips of her drooling pussy. With an eager rumble, he leaned in and lapped directly at her, broad tongue washing up against the inner flesh, spreading her just a tiny bit more around the powerful, slick muscle.
Strawberry Swirl arched and whimpered helplessly, hooves grasping at his mane as she ground her hips towards him in earnest, pushing his muzzle into her eager, clenching cunt with a firm, surprisingly powerful tug of her hooves.
“Never had this done before?” Sturdy Pike asked with a smirk up at the unicorn, an eyebrow raising, lightly rubbing his velvety nose against her clit.
“N-never before!” Strawberry Swirl squeaked, back arching and hips grinding towards his muzzle in earnest, tugging him against her. “D-don’t stop!”
Smirking at her neediness, Sturdy Pike set to with a will, tongue washing right up against the length of her aroused, flushed cunt, feeling the soft, furred lips parting and spreading with each firm pass of his tongue. Her taste flooded his senses, just causing his own arousal to spike higher and higher. One of his hooves eagerly pushed against her inner thigh, spreading her so he could lap intently at her inner flesh, while his other hoof started to rub and stroke at his stiffened cock.
“I’m definitely going to fuck you,” Sturdy Pike growled, leaning up to suckle on her clit intently.
Strawberry Swirl’s eyes widened at his words, and her cheeks flushed further, before she gasped and then screamed in delight, her entire form spasming.
Sturdy Pike was looking right at her when she came, feeling the supple muscles of her thighs clenching and squeezing against his cheeks and temple as the tight cunt clenched vainly against his tongue. And then everything changed.
A ripple seemed to pass over Strawberry Swirl’s features, and in an instant, she wasn’t there any more. There was no flash, no fire, no magical puff of smoke. One moment he was lapping at Strawberry Swirl, and then the next, Princess Luna herself was writhing in orgasm on the bed in front of him.
Sturdy Pike’s eyes widened, and he froze, staring, feeling his heart thudding in his throat and temples. Luna’s clenching cunt squeezed at his tongue repeatedly, a gush of her liquids spilling down across his tongue while she squealed her delight to the ceiling in her lovely, high-pitched whimpers.
After several seconds of bliss, Luna came down from the clouds, her wings ceasing their quivering and laying flat against the bed. Her eyes slowly opened, staring down at him, her gaze hazy and unfocused. “That was divine…”
“P-Princess?” Sturdy Pike squeaked, having trouble finding his voice.
Luna’s eyes widened, and she held a hoof up in front of her muzzle, staring at it for a full second. “Ponyfeathers!” she exclaimed, writhing violently on her back to try and wiggle away from the royal guard with his lips still almost touching her drooling cunt.
Sturdy Pike started to lean backwards to allow the princess to rise to her hooves, but one of her flailing hindlegs caught him square in the jaw.
The royal guard saw stars, and then blackness, slumping unconscious on the floor.
Sturdy Pike gave an incoherent groan as he slowly regained consciousness. His head was throbbing, his jaw hurt, and his throat was dry. It was a classical hangover.
He worked his jaw slowly, tasting blood and feeling the jelly-sensation of a split tongue where he had bit it. His brows furrowed deeply, and his eyes slowly opened. The expanse of a bed greeted his gaze, devoid of any ponies. His glass of wine was still sitting, half-empty, on the dresser.
“Fuck…” Sturdy Pike groaned, slowly rolling himself onto his hooves. He swayed, placing one hoof on the bed for balance, peering blearily towards the window, where a shaft of sunlight was sneaking between a crack in the curtains.
Rubbing a hoof over his eyes slowly, he ambled to the dresser, picked up the half-empty glass of wine and downed it in one go, working his tongue against the roof of his mouth and then leaning heavily against the dresser itself. He tried to think back to what had happened the previous night. Most of it was a blur. The party, the approach of the unicorn…
Sturdy Pike perked up slightly as he remember the unicorn, and more specifically, the taste of her against his tongue. He vaguely remembered being about to screw her into the bed, and then…
Stiffening slightly, Sturdy Pike glanced back over his shoulder at the bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes hurriedly. Had that really been Princess Luna?
Rubbing his temple, Sturdy Pike frowned and headed for the door, pushing it open and slipping out. Judging by the sun, it wasn’t yet midday, and he had to sober up so he could report for duty.
“What?” Sturdy Pike asked, completely confused and more than a little irate. A transfer paper was being waved in front of his face. A transfer to the Canterlot Dungeon. It was usually the kind of job that was reserved for punishment.
“There must be some kind of mistake,” he growled, snatching the form away from the guard captain and staring at it in a kind of muted rage.
“Came down from the highest authority,” his captain said with a helpless shrug.
“Highest as in… the princesses?” Sturdy Pike asked guardedly.
The captain snorted faintly. “I’m not sure. I got given the order, I’m giving it to you. Get your stuff and report to the dungeon.”
“We don’t even have any prisoners!” Stury Pike protested.
The guard captain’s eyes narrowed slowly. “Are you refusing a direct order?”
“No Sir,” Sturdy Pike said, saluting, before turning and stomping towards the barracks to retrieve his gear.
“Princess Luna?” Sturdy Pike called, skidding to a halt in front of the princess.
Luna paused, raising an eyebrow slowly. The two guards flanking her gave annoyed glances in his direction.
“Why are you having my transfered?!” Sturdy Pike challenged brazenly. “What did I do to deserve dungeon duty?”
“I have no idea what you’re saying,” Luna said flippantly, looking him up and down. “Your name was chosen at random… and we tried to soften the blow by giving thee the evening off.”
“Chosen at random, huh?” Sturdy Pike asked bluntly, eyes narrowing.
“Art thou questioning thy princess?” Luna asked, her own eyes narrowing, holding his gaze effortlessly.
“Yes… yes I am!” Sturdy Pike growled. “Why am I being punished?!”
“Thou art not being punished!” Luna growled, stamping a hoof. “Thy name was picked at random. If thy work conditions are proven untenable thou are welcome to quit.”
Without another word, the princess pushed past him.
“What? That’s not all!” Sturdy Pike protested weakly.
Luna didn’t even glance back, continuing down the hallway, flanked by her guards.
Sturdy Pike growled, pacing back and forth, grinding the steel-capped bottom of his spear against the flagstones as he paced. It was near midnight, and he was due to clock off very soon. But the dungeon duty was easily the most boring station in the entire castle. Nopony came through the dungeon. There were no prisoners to check on.
There was just a hallway, a few cells, and a couple of guard rooms, sparsely furnished. That was the only perk to the job: A room all to himself to sleep in.
He hadn’t even been told how long he was stuck on dungeon duty. It could be a week. It could be the rest of his natural-born life.
Sturdy Pike sighed deeply, kicking at the stone with a hoof in passing. It was intensely boring on guard duty in the dungeon. No passing ponies to distract you, no motion of any kind. Just endless, boring silence. Even trying to fill the silence with humming or a dull rhythm of tapping his forehooves and the end of his spear against the ground produced a shockingly loud echo that made him cease immediately.
Sturdy Pike was in the midst of heaving a heavy sigh when he heard the faint ‘click-click… click-click...’ of hooves coming down the stairs to the dungeon. Immediately, he stood at attention beside the cell door closest to the entrance of the dungeon; his proper place.
Eyes held forward, Sturdy Pike watched from his peripheral vision as Celestia rounded the bottom of the stairs and stretched languidly.
“Sturdy Pike?” Celestia asked calmly.
Sturdy Pike nodded nervously, letting his gaze shift to the princess. Oddly enough, she was wearing a pair of white socks with golden sun motifs on them. They looked like cold-weather pajamas.
Celestia followed his gaze, smiling faintly and giving a shrug of her shoulders. “The floor is cold and I like the sensation of cotton on my hooves. Much more comfortable than my usual boots. They look quite nice, don’t you think?” she asked, extending her hoof and shaking it slightly.
Sturdy Pike nodded once. “Indeed, Your Majesty. Though… I doubt you came down here for my opinion on your socks.”
A slow smile spread across Celestia’s face and she nodded once. “You are correct. I came to… relieve you.”
Sturdy Pike stared at the princess, expression blank. “Relieve me? What?”
“To take your place,” Celestia soothed, giving a warm smile. “It is customary for our guards to switch places at the changing of the shifts, is it not?”
Sturdy Pike gave an awkward nod. “I… guess? But you’re the princess! You can’t guard the dungeon!”
“Are you telling me I don’t have permission?” Celestia asked sweetly, taking a step towards him.
Sturdy Pike froze at that, eyes widening. He bowed in deference. “Y-your Majesty. I would never presume to be able to give or take permissions from you.”
“Good,” Celestia said shortly, looking him up and down once and then turning to stand beside him.
Watching her out f the corner of his eye, Sturdy Pike was suddenly aware of just how much larger than him the princess was.
“You are relieved,” Celestia said simply, stamping a covered hoof softly against the floor for punctuation.
“I… thank you, Your Majesty,” Sturdy Pike said, bowing. He turned to leave, heading for the bedroom adjoining the dungeon corridors. His hoof had barely touched the solid wood-and-steel door before the princess cleared her throat for attention.
“Sturdy, if you wouldn’t mind,” Celestia said, shifting her weight from one side to the other. “My sock has come loose again. I fear I stretched the hem when I put it on and it has lost its clinginess.”
“Certainly, Your Majesty,” Sturdy Pike said, leaning his spear against the wall and returning to the princess. A quick examination of both forehooves found that the socks there were smooth and straight, set perfectly. He swallowed thickly for a moment, his eyes going wide. “You…”
“My back leg sock,” Celestia said, motioning towards her hindquarters.
Sturdy Pike stiffened slightly at that, swallowing thickly, his ears perking and then laying flat, wings giving a nervous quiver.
Celestia arched an eyebrow slowly. “Well?”
“I… Uh… okay,” Sturdy Pike murmured, head lowering slightly as he stepped around the princess. He saw that her right sock was loosened and sagging on her smooth figure, hanging around the lower joint when it should have been right up around her upper thigh.
Gulping faintly, Sturdy Pike lifted a hoof to tentatively push against the edge of the sock, trying to slide it up her thigh and set it neatly back into place. All he managed to do was drag the edge of it up an inch or so before it caught on her inner thigh.
“Don’t be shy,” Celestia said, sighing and shaking her head. “Use both hooves or you’ll be back there all night.”
“Y-yes Princess,” Sturdy Pike stammered, lifting his other hoof to push between her hindlegs, feeling his face burning with warmth under his helmet as he found the other edge of the sock and started to tug both sides of it up at once. He got it most of the way to the top, and then released it, taking a step back and giving a nervous laugh. “D-done!”
“No you’re not,” Celestia said with a soft snort, stamping her hindleg. The sock immediately slid down several inches. “Pull it all the way up. Use your teeth if you need to.”
“M-my t-teeth?” Sturdy Pike asked blankly.
“Most commonly located in your mouth,” Celestia said with a slow shake of her head, glowering at him over her shoulder.
Sturdy Pike swallowed heavily again, and then stepped back up behind the princess, bending down to grasp the hem of the sock in his teeth and drag it upwards, averting his eyes and tilting his head slightly away from the large, lovely rump in front of him as he brought the sock all the way to the top and then let it snap against her soft-furred flesh.
Celestia jumped slightly at the snap, giggling and peering back at him over her shoulder.
Sturdy Pike paused, giving her an anxious smile. “Done?” he asked hopefully.
“Done,” Celestia said, her tail giving a slow flick, the ethereal strands brushing over his nose.
Sturdy Pike blinked once, almost sneezing, eyes following the line of the multicolour tail and then suddenly becoming aware that he was a scant few inches from the princess’ large, plump cunny. He couldn’t help but stare for a few moments, eyes widening. It was absolutely perfect. Plump white lips, nestled in the expanse of the shapely rump, looking infinitely soft to the touch, with just the slightest hint of bright pink between them. He stared for what seemed like an eternity, almost entranced, before tearing his gaze away. His eyes fell on Celestia’s own, and he suddenly realised that she had been watching him the entire time.
“Like what you see?” Celestia asked quietly, pink eyes narrowing slowly.
Sturdy Pike swallowed hard. “N-no!” he stammered wildly. “I-I mean t-that isn’t to say that I didn’t like it o-or that you’re not attractive or that you y-you pleasedon’tsendmetothemoon!”
“To the moon?” Celestia asked with a soft giggle, slowly shaking her head. “Why are you so nervous? It was a simple question, was it not?” she asked, giving her rump a little shake from side to side. “Do you like what you see, or not?”
Sturdy Pike’s gaze was drawn back to the large, plump princess pussy mere inches from his nose, and he felt his face burning again. He nodded once, lowering his head slightly. “O-of course, Princess… you’re beautiful.”
Celestia gave him a radiant smile, stretching slowly. “I’m glad you think so, Sturdy… Do you want a taste?”
Sturdy Pike spluttered at that, his face reddening even further, suddenly feeling hot under his helmet. “I-I… I-I… w-what?”
“Do. You. Want. A. Taste?” Celestia asked bluntly, an eyebrow arching.
“T-this has to be some kind of dream,” Sturdy Pike murmured, eyes wide, shaking his head slowly.
Celestia’s composure seemed to falter at that, her brow furrowing and wings giving an uncertain flex, before a slow, sly smirk spread across her features. She lifted her hips a little higher, hindlegs straightening, tail flicking to the side naughtily. “If that’s the case… then you can indulge yourself without worry for repercussions, yes?”
Sturdy Pike blinked once at that, ears perking forwards and then laying flat again, his wings fluttering anxiously. “When… when you put it that way…”
“When I put it that way, you should please your princess,” Celestia stated bluntly, taking a single step backwards and nudging his nose with her rump.
Sturdy Pike blinked, bouncing back a step in response, eyes widening at the sensation of the princess’ soft rump bumping against his nose. “I… as you command Your Majesty,” he murmured, bowing. Without warning, he straightened back up, rising to his full height and taking a step forwards, finding himself at the perfect height to lay a kiss against the princess’ clit.
Celestia gave a soft gasp of surprise, her wings spreading and arching, a hindleg stamping against the floor in reflex.
Sturdy Pike flushed deeply, starting to sweat under the heavy helmet as he nudged his nose up against the princess’ tight pussy and then drew his tongue up the length of it in a slow lick, tasting the spicy essence of the princess.
“Yesss…” Celestia groaned, her forelegs folding and her rump lifting a little more, presenting herself to her guard, ethereal tail laying over his shoulder as her wings stiffened in anticipation. “Don’t stop.”
Sturdy Pike nodded dumbly, a hoof lifting to rest over the large rump, barely even having to tilt his head to drag another lick against the impossibly soft, slightly-spread cunt in front of him, tongue dragging over the exposed pink flesh nestled between plump outer lips.
Already, Sturdy Pike could feel himself getting aroused, the length of his mottled cock starting to swell rapidly. Thankfully, his armor didn’t cover that part of his anatomy and he was left to grow into the air under his chest and stomach and not against solid plate mail.
“Oh… you do love your princess!” Celestia cooed, twisting slightly to peer back at him, a forehoof teasingly slipping down to poke at the tip of the growing flesh, a giggle leaving her as she made it bob. “Are you planning on demonstrating the use of your pike to your princess?”
Sturdy Pike spluttered faintly against her, pausing in the broad strokes of his tongue against the intoxicatingly supple, drooling princess cunt. “I-I…”
Celestia tutted softly, grasping a hoof around his stiffening cock and starting to stroke it up and down slowly, pushing her rump back against his muzzle eagerly. “Make your princess orgasm, and we shall grant you permission to screw us.”
Sturdy Pike frowned at that, brows furrowing, but was far more concerned with the expanse of plump princess flesh in front of him, burying his muzzle in against her all the more eagerly, tongue swirling slowly against the soft, supple cunt.
Celestia groaned happily, her wings fluttering and flapping on reflex, before she curled around even further, somehow stretching far enough to lay a single kiss on the tip of his stiffened cock.
Sturdy Pike whimpered faintly in surprise, both hooves grasping the princess’ hips as he felt her go to work on him, her soft, moist tongue slowly trailing around the rim of his head, before lapping directly at the centre of it.
A thick dribble of precum greeted Celestia’s actions, spilling out onto her tongue, and she gave a soft gasp of surprise before fixing silky-soft lips around the very, very tip of the throbbing member, suckling at where the liquid came from.
“Oh f-fuck…” Sturdy Pike whimpered against the princess, feeling his legs going weak and his own wings springing outwards to flap and quiver.
“So uncouth,” Celestia purred, closing her lips over the tip of his cock in its entirety and giving a loving suckle.
A helpless groan left Sturdy Pike’s quivering muzzle, and with a whimper, he stuffed his muzzle back against her, dragging a heated lick over the tight cunny and then suckling at her clit almost desperately, utilising every ounce of self-control in his body to not just hump recklessly into the soft muzzle tending to his aching cock.
Celestia groaned around her mouthful, tongue gyrating over it as she gave a series of rhythmic bobs, suckling powerfully and swirling her tongue directly against his tip in eager motion. After several seconds of this treatment, she tugged back, muzzle popping open and tongue hanging out as she gasped for air, smirking at him, her cheeks flushed.
“Would our faithful guard enjoy a reward for his services?” Celestia asked, slipping a hoof back to rub at herself slowly as Sturdy Pike disengaged to breathe himself.
Nodding dumbly, Sturdy Pike could only stare as he watched the princess masturbating so openly in front of him.
Celestia smirked at that, rising to her hooves and turning around, a powerful hoof pushing against his chest to force him backwards and then tumble him over onto his back. His armor scuffed against the floor, thudding and squeaking. With a sly grin, Celestia stepped over him, straddling his smaller form, before sitting down in his lap. Immediately, the pointed length of pony cock was pressed hard against his stomach, sandwiched between his own body and the soft, moist cunny of the eager princess as she began to slowly grind up and down it.
Sturdy Pike could only stare, eyes wide, his hips shifting to try and grind against her a little more firmly, feeling his cheeks burning as he watched the tight white pussy grinding over his stiffened cock.
“We are beyond satisfied with your size,” Celestia purred, peering between their bodies as she dragged her soft cunt along the length of it, right to the very tip.
“We?” Sturdy Pike tried to ask, trailing off into a gasp and then arching underneath the princess as she aligned their bodies and pushed down him without a single warning. Soft princess pussy consumed him, clenching and squeezing around him with soft, supple surfaces and a sheen of moisture that eased his progress.
“Yessss…” Celestia groaned breathlessly, pushing right down to the base of his cock, until he was crammed so deep inside her he could feel the tip of his cock seated neatly against her very deepest barrier. “We have waited so long for this!”
Sturdy Pike was given no chance to question the princess, as she started to bounce enthusiastically upon him, hooves squeezing his shoulders, eyes clenched closed and wings spread to their full extent atop him.
Each time Celestia’s hips came down on him, she shoved herself right to the very bottom, wasting no time with build up and just eagerly bouncing her hips up and down atop him. The soft depths of her clenching cunt squeezed at him exquisitely, clenching and milking at the stiff cock eagerly, tugging at each and every contour of it.
“N-not so r-rough, princess!” Sturdy Pike gasped between the heaving humps, feeling his armor being rattled with the vigorous humps. His stiffened length was assaulted far better though, with the constant squeezing suction and intoxicating friction of supple princess flesh pushing him rapidly towards a crashing orgasm. “S-slow down or I’m g-going t-to…”
“Cum!” Celestia hissed, nodding rapidly. “C-cum! Going to!” she panted almost incoherently, starting to give her hips a little wiggle every time she came down, increasing the friction of their fucking and just pushing them both ever-closer to the precipice.
“F-fuck!” Sturdy Pike hissed, hooves grasping the princess’ hips tightly, starting to hump up into her in earnest, stiff cock beginning to throb and jerk wantonly.
Celestia spasmed atop him, stiffening up, her wings quivering above them both, crying out in orgasm as her depths clenched around him in intense squeezes and spasms, milking at his cock rapidly.
Celestia’s orgasmic moans echoed throughout the deserted dungeon, heard by no one.
Sturdy Pike stiffened beneath her, teeth baring as he felt her clenching depths coaxing out his orgasm, the entire length of his cock throbbing hard against her squeezing depths.
Celestia shuddered, quickly tugging off of his cock, pressing it between them again, panting hard. Her liquids coated the entirety of the quivering length, from base to tip. “N-not inside…” she whimpered, between heavy pants. “C-can’t have you breeding your princess now, can we?” she chided, even as she laid a gentle hoof against the underside of his cock and stroke slowly up and down it. “It’s so hard…”
With a wanton little moan, Celestia leaned forwards and slathered her tongue against the base of his cock, staring up at him, grinning as she began to drag her tongue up the entire length of spasming flesh, from his heavy balls, right to the quivering tip.
Sturdy Pike arched underneath her at the sensation, his entire form tensing up as the thick cock jerked and flared heavily, before spraying a sudden burst of spunk across his body. It fell heavily across his chest, throat and chin in a sticky spray, before a band of magic caught around the middle and Celestia’s soft lips consumed it. Burst after burst of potent pegasus pearlescence splattered up into her suckling muzzle over and over again, coating her tongue and lips instantly, inundating her with the urgent volleys.
Celestia whimpered around her mouthful, eyes closing as she swallowed thickly, timing her swallows so she didn’t choke on the voluminous amounts of urgent pony spunk flooding her mouth.
After several long moments, Celestia pulled back, panting hard, tongue hanging out, white with his essence, smirking at her guard.
Luna’s orgasmic moans echoed throughout the deserted dungeon, heard by no one.
The princess’ eyes glowed a ghostly white as she whimpered and pulled herself off of the guard, quivering all over and sinking down his form. “C-can’t have you breeding your princess now, can we?” she chided, stroking a hoof up and down his length. “It’s so hard…”
Sturdy Pike moaned incoherently in his dream as Celestia dragged her tongue up his length, and in the real world, Luna mirrored her movements, leaving a clean stripe in the mess of her own orgasmic liquids that coated it. She dragged her tongue eagerly toward the tip of the impressive cock, before it suddenly jerked and sprayed a thick spurt right across the guard’s throat, chin, and chest. Immediately, she used her magic to lift it, shoving her lips over it and suckling intently.
Ghostly white eyes widened in surprise as the flavour of Sturdy Pike’s lust flooded her senses, and flooded her mouth in a much more literal fashion. Burst after urgent burst of his urgent spunk pumped into her muzzle, coating her tongue and inundating her with his lust.
Luna whimpered softly around her mouthful, suckling at it intently and swallowing thickly, one of her hooves slipping down her form to grind between her slick thighs, bringing herself rapidly to a minor orgasm as she suckled down the guard’s spunk.
After several long moment, Sturdy Pike went still, and Luna pulled off him, panting heavily, a slick dribble of his essence spilled from the corner of her mouth, her lips and tongue quite visibly white with the sticky, heavy loads of spunk he had spilled inside.
Luna shuddered at the taste of him, delicately lapping at his cock, starting the process of cleaning him up and beginning the arduous task of removing all evidence of her presence from the room. She smirked as she lapped delicately at the hollow of his throat, cleaning up the line of spunk he had spilled there.
With an innocent little grin, Luna licked up his chin, and then gave a heated kiss to the end of his muzzle, ghostly white eyes slowly fading to their usual white as she let the guard slip into an unmolested sleep.
She peered down at him, giving a gentle little kiss to his nose in farewell. “Sweet dreams.”
