Royal Desire

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.