It has been three days since you... served Princess Luna. It is an experience which you can recall with near-perfect clarity, and one you hope to continue to be able to recall.
It has been two days since you were promoted to Princess Celestia's personal bodyguard, an enviable position which mostly involves standing behind the Princess and trying not to stare at her behind.
It has been one day since Celestia called you into her office to give you a set of special orders. Even in light of the special services you provided to her sister, you were hardly expecting to receive the set of orders that you did. As a matter of fact, it was so unexpected that you are currently doubting whether you did, in fact, receive them. The whole thing felt rather dreamlike. Which is appropriate, as such a dream is exactly the type of thing you might expect after being Luna's living masturbatory aid. Unfortunately, the haziness of the memory also makes you hesitate.
Right now, you stand at the door of Celestia's personal chambers, trying to make sure you've remember correctly what she actually did direct you to do. Her orders were slightly more detailed than Luna's, and you'd rather not blow your new promotion the same way that you blew Luna. You remember quite clearly that she directed you to arrive an hour before she is due at breakfast, but the rest of the memory rapidly becomes fuzzier. The fact that her regular guards, who are now your underlings, you suppose, are not currently standing directly outside her door, but are situated further down the hall. As you would expect of her, given the nature of her instructions. You are very nervous, but the temptation is too strong. You knock on the door.
"Yes?" comes Celestia's voice. It is, as always, gentle, but still quite firm and authoritative.
You identify yourself.
"Oh." Her voice suddenly no longer sounds like that of a princess. As a matter of fact, her tone sounds a lot more like one of your cadets when they get caught slacking off. "Come in," she says.
You obey.
You open the door, and just as she instructed you, you slide through and close it behind you. As you look up, all doubts that the instructions you gave her were a figment of your perverted imagination vanish into thin air. Princess Celestia stands at the foot of her bed. Her back is to you, and she is looking back at you over her shoulder. And she is wearing a maid's uniform.
"Good morning, Master," she says, in a voice that nearly makes you forget that you aren't actually her master. You stare. You have spent many a long day standing at attention behind her, so under normal circumstances the view would be nothing new. But now, she is standing with legs ever so slightly further apart, and those few inches make all the difference. Her legs are clad in a pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings. A pair of panties covers the area between them. At least in theory. The bit of cloth is so small and so sheer that it doesn't really serve for much of a function besides teasing. Clearly, merely wearing the uniform was sufficient to get her in the mood. You clear your throat, and remember her instructions. This morning, for this hour, she is not your Princess. She is your servant, and she wants to be taken advantage of.
You compliment her, being careful to address her not with her title, but with her name. You aren't sure how you feel about that. It is, of course, wildly inappropriate, or would be, if she didn't demand it of you. And there's something of a thrill in forgetting all your years of servitude. You begin by complimenting her clothes. The uniform flatters her, emphasizes her curves. Though you think that it would look better at the floor. She blushes at that. You've never seen her blush before. You tell her that she's cute when she blushes, and you wonder if she realizes that your comment is completely sincere.
"Thank you, master," she says softly.
Your focus shifts from her clothing to herself. Starting lightly, of course. You like the shimmering of her mane. The sheen of her coat. The curve of her neck. The color of her eyes. And again, every word out of your mouth is true. She bites her lip and shies away, as if she's embarrassed by your praise. You wonder if she's only acting.
"Y-you flatter me, master," she stammers like a filly who just met their crush.
You raise an eyebrow and tell her that in particular, you find her cutie mark quite beautiful. So elegant; her flank simply wouldn't be the same without it. It complements her beauty so well. In fact, you tell her, if you were the type to make bad puns, you might even say that it was hot. You apologize immediately for the terrible play on words. She laughs nervously and covers herself with her tail.
"Master, you're making me blush!"
You admit that you are, and you don't mind. You step closer. Close enough to touch. You tell her to hold still. She obeys. It's unbelievable, that the princess is obeying you. You reach out a hoof and gently brush her tail away from her flank. She shakes as you gently stroke her cutie mark with your hoof. Her body is smooth and supple; you'd expect nothing less of her. You draw your hoof along her body, feeling the shape of her back and her wings through the thin fabric of her maid dress. She shivers as you reach her neck. Your hoof traces a gentle path up to her throat and ends under her chin.
"What do you wish me to do?"
You silently press your hoof to her lips. Then you lean forward and gently nuzzle against her neck. She's so warm and soft. You ask if you are bothering her. She gently shakes her head.
"No, master," she whispers breathily in your ear. "Not if it's you."
You lean back and smile at her. Then you lean forward and put your lips on hers. She makes a small gasp. Neither of you can believe it, really. But you can't dwell on the fact that you're kissing Princess Celestia. She is simply Celestia now. You begin to retread the path that your hoof took across her body, only this time with your mouth, leaving a trail of small kisses along her body. As you reach her cutie mark once more, you rub your face against her flank before slowly and deliberately licking the bright sun plastered on her.
She trembles. Her tail is covering between her legs. You gently pat her on the rump, as you've dreamed of doing many times. Then you ask her to raise her tail.
"As you wish," she says. She lifts her tail slowly and carefully. Shy, perhaps. But she obeys nonetheless. You lean in for a closer look. The delicate silk barely covers anything. With her tail raised, her delicate butthole is plainly visible, and the top third of her labia is above the edge of the fabric. And the wetness oozing from between her legs had soaked through the silk, rendering it nearly transparent. You have to applaud her choice of panty. The small patch of fabric protecting her nethers is embroidered with a small, golden heart. It's quite nice, but you prefer what's underneath it.
A single gentle tug is all it takes for the panties to slide to the floor. You savor the view for a moment. You aren't sure which royal set of genitalia you prefer. They are, to use the obvious cliche, as different as night as day. You decide not to mention it. Surely a royal sibling would break the immersion.
"D-do you like it?" Celestia says softly.
You reassure her, telling her how beautiful she is and how much of a pity it is that modesty demands that she keep those parts of herself hidden. You direct her to lean on the bed, and she does so, resting her forelegs on the mattress. You lean forward to kiss her. Not on her lower lips, of course. You plant one right on the meat of her rumps. It's somewhat common knowledge among the rank and file that Celestia's behind is generally considered the best in the kingdom. She is hardly the only one indulging a fantasy today. You continue your lip-oriented exploration of her behind, making sure to adequately cover both cheeks of her glorious ass.
"Oh, master," she gasps.
You grin and begin to gently massage her butthole with your hoof. She gasps again. "W-what are you doing?" The urgency in her voice makes you think that her surprise is genuine. Just as well; it makes for a more authentic experience for the both of you. You ask her why she asked the question, because she knows perfectly well what you're doing.
"But my... my..." She can't bring herself to say it, even as part of the roleplay. "Why would you want to touch that?"
You chuckle and tell her that even the parts she thinks are her most disgraceful are beautiful nonetheless. You wouldn't dream of neglecting it.
"I... but..." she blusters for a few moments. The mere fact that you so much as acknowledged her asshole seems to have flustered her. As much as you would love to give it some more attention in the form of sticking your tongue right up in there, she's quite clearly a bit perturbed by it. Instead you decide to turn your attention to a slightly lower portion of her anatomy. You nudge her luscious pussy lips aside with your tongue and bury your muzzle in the Princess's vagina. She gasps quietly as you explore inside her. It's barely a minute before your face is dripping with her secretions. They taste a bit bitter, but not entirely unagreeable.
You move just a bit lower and find her clit. You suck it like a candy and listen to her moan, "Oh, master... master..." You feel her legs wobble each time you circle it with your tongue. You finally pull back. Her pussy is overflowing with juice. Even though you lapped up plenty, her inner thighs are soaked, and even the tops of her stockings are nearly dripping. It's a good thing you didn't drown.
"Did you enjoy yourself, master?" She looked back at you over her shoulder.
You assure her that you did, very much so. As you speak, you lick your lips and can't quite help but twinge at the bitterness.
"Am I too bitter?" she asks. "Please tell me. I only want to please you."
You admit, with great reluctance, that while her pussy juice is not wholly distasteful, it is a bit on the bitter side.
"In that case, it's a good thing that I prepared breakfast for you." Her horn glows, and she raises the cover from a platter that sits on a nearby table. The sweet scent of a cinnamon bun wafts throughout the room. "I hope you'll enjoy it," she says. "If you wish, I can provide the plate for you."
You nod. You can not imagine a better vehicle for your food than her supple body. However, you say, it would be quite a pity if you got sugar all over her uniform. You have her turn around and lay on the bed. She leans back, gently laying her head on the pillow. You begin to undo the buttons on her maid dress. With your teeth, of course. It flops open and she slips out of it, tossing it to the side before lying back down. You can't believe how sublimely white and clean her coat is. You tell her that she can keep the stockings on. And the collar and hat, of course.
You gently take her stockinged legs and push them apart. Not only can you see the entirety of her pussy and asshole, but also her teats.
You ask her about that cinnamon roll.
"Oh yes, let me get that for you." She levitates the cinnamon bun over to herself, and sets it down right between her nipples. It isn't long before the frosting begins to drip down, spreading over her crotch. "Master, you ought to eat it before you it gets cold."
You oblige. You bury your muzzle in the sweetness, munching intently. You make short work of the roll; it's only in the way. What you really care about is making sure that your plate is licked clean. You explore every nook and cranny of her crotch with your tongue, pausing only to nibble at her teats and suck the frosting off. It's unfortunate that your sucking won't draw any milk from her nipples, but the taste is sweet nonetheless. You make extra sure to clean the sugary frosting from the folds of skin in her vagina. It's only good sense to be extra thorough. Your tongue probes extra deep just to make sure that you've gotten it all. And then you keep going for a bit, because you don't know when you're going to get another opportunity to eat some royal pussy.
Celestia fidgets as you go, her legs twitching as she does her best to keep herself from cumming too early. Just as she finally looks as though she's about to lose control of herself, you stop. She's breathing heavily, straining from the effort of staving off the inevitable orgasm.
You mention that she had told you something about a spell. She had been practicing it, and you want to test it and see if it really works as well as she claims.
"Oh, yes. I know what spell you're talking about," she says. "Would you like me to demonstrate?"
Of course you would. She did not even need to ask. Go ahead and cast the spell. You would love to see it.
"Well, in that case, I would love to perform it for you. Please, watch."
She closes her eyes and her horn begins to glow. Nothing unusual about that. Her crotch also begins to glow. That captures your attention. You already know what's happening, but you didn't have the chance to see it up close. Beneath the glow, you can vaguely see a shape forming just above her pussy. As the glow subsides, you get a fine view of her brand new dick. Or at least, you get a fine view of her sheath. The dick itself is still hidden. But what really catches your eye is the impressive set of balls she's given herself. Most stallions would kill to have such impressive nuts.
"Do you like what you see, Master?" she asks.
You don't need to speak to answer the question. Instead you begin to fondle her generous scrotum, feeling the enormous globes squish slightly between your hooves. You press your muzzle between her balls, and feel them rubbing against your cheeks. It's like rubbing your face between two soft, fuzzy, cum-filled pillows. You could do this all day. But you don't, mainly because you don't have time for that, and also because you have something else to worry about, and that something else is her dick.
You leave the nut-massaging to your hooves and begin to gently lick around the edges of the opening of her sheath. Her penis isn't going to any good if it's hiding in there.
"It... it tickles, Master!" she mumbles, trying not to laugh. She snorts instead. You tell her that if she would get a boner already, it wouldn't be a problem. Fortunately, the stimulation of your mouth seems to be very effective. You help her dick along with your tongue as it emerges. At first it stays flaccid, flopping back and forth over her stomach. You make a game out of it, pushing her limp dick back and forth across her body, and letting her answer by poking at it herself. Unlike her sister's dick, hers is simply a soft, light pink color, not unlike the color of the inside of her pussy. The size, even when it's not erect, is impressive. If she stretched her neck a bit, it would not be at all impossible for her to fellate herself. But of course, she will not have to worry about that with you here.
Precum begins to ooze from her dickhole, even though she isn't yet fully erect. You help it along with your tongue. You can feel her heartbeat thumping in her shaft. Her chest rises and falls gently beneath your cheek. Her cock is very nearly erect now, throbbing, waiting for sufficient stimulation to release a doubtlessly enormous load all over her. You ask if she'd like for you to suck on her cock.
"W-would you do that for me?" she gasps. She sounds genuinely surprised. Perhaps she is, perhaps she isn't. But either way you will hardly make it so easy for her. No, you're a good master, but not at all above teasing your servant. Oh yes, you're hardly going to end things too quickly. You tell her so. You are in no rush, and will take your time accordingly. "I-if that is what you desire," she mutters, with just a hint of genuine frustration.
You return to her balls. this time tackling them individually. You can feel her left testicle inside her scrotum. You lick it, flicking it back and forth with your tongue. She squeaks a little with each poke. You know it's not hard enough to hurt, of course, but you can't resist nibbling just a bit. You roll her ball on your tongue like a candy, savoring the taste of her sweat. It's delicious and salty, with just a hint of lingering sweetness from the cinnamon roll that you had eaten off of her body. Luna's tight, small scrotum has nothing on her sister's. You move onto her other testicle, and this one you suck on vigorously.
She gasps and wriggles her body slightly, writhing in pleasure. You reach up and begin to delicately stroke her cock. Lightly, so lightly that you're barely touching her. It makes her twitch. You ask if she intends on cumming already. Is this really all it takes? Can she truly not control herself. You thought that your servants were better trained than that.
"N-no master," she gasps. "I won't cum until you allow me. Or at least, I will try." She breathes deeply. "It is just that you are so... so..." She shivers and closes her eyes. She is likely trying to stop the precum from leaking out of her cock by sheer force of will. The effort makes her tremble.
You decide to reward your servant for her effort. As fun as it is while it lasts, there is no reason to torment her any further. But even so, you hope that she will not let herself go too quickly. Your mouth works its way up her cock, sucking off the coat of precum as you go. It's hard to keep up with the amount that she's pumping out. Her chest is damp with it. The scent of it mixes with her sweat, making a lovely perfume. It's a wonderful flavor as well.
You finally pop the head of her cock into your mouth, letting the precum drip past your lips. It's the only way to keep from drowning. Which would be quite a way to die, all things considered. The princess would have one hell of a time explaining that to the coroner. But that won't be an issue, of course. You run your tongue around the edge of her dick head, massaging the fleshy lobes. She twitches with every lick. You make a playful effort to stem the flow with your tongue, slipping the tip into her dickhole. She squirms in pleasure as your tongue worms its way into her urethra. It almost feels as though her dick wants to suck it in deeper. You respond by beginning to suck her cock even harder.
Of course, you can't leave well enough alone, and began to jiggle her balls as you fellate her. You shake her scrotum so hard that her dick feels like it's vibrating. You can feel her reach down past your head to pleasure herself even further, playing with her pussy and clit. You wish you had a few more hooves so that you could do it for her, but unfortunately you'll have to settle. At least this way you can focus all your attention on her cock.
The throbbing becomes more and more intense as you all but attack her cock with your mouth, licking and sucking as hard as you can. The princess resists the urge to cum magnificently. But you know that she has a limit, and you'll do everything you can to make sure that she hits it. You begin your final assault on her dick, sucking as much of it into your mouth as you can while giving her nutsack a firm squeeze.
She inhales sharply, and you know what's about to happen.
Her whole body contorts beneath you, shaking violently. Her cock twitches once, and before you know it a torrent of semen is pouring into your mouth. You swallow as much as you can, but the sheer volume forces you to finally let her out of your mouth. Her dick pops out of your lips, and continues to dump copious amounts of cum all over her chest, neck, and even reaching up to her face. You can feel her nuts tighten as they empty their load all over her. It seems like an eternity before the spurts begin to subside. Her entire torso is almost coated in her own ejaculate.
You carefully climb over here, making sure to keep the mess mostly off of yourself. You put a hoof to her cum-spattered cheek and kiss her deeply, making sure that she gets a healthy taste of her sperm. She gasps as you release her and finally step away from the bed. You take one of her towels and begin to wipe the drips of cum off of yourself.
"That was wonderful, master!" she gasps. "Were you pleased?"
Very much so, you say. But of course there is one last matter to attend to. You waggle your eyebrows.
"What is it?" she asks.
You tell her that it's her duty as your servant, and as your maid, to clean up the mess that she just made, of course. She looks down at herself and smirks. But of course, that's not all, you say. She needs to clean herself up, and she will do so with her tongue. She is taken aback by the order, but then she smiles and slowly begins to wipe the gobs of cum from her cheeks into her mouth, licking her lips. She slowly makes her way down her own body, licking her spooge off of herself. You wants closely to make sure she doesn't miss any spots. Satisfied that she's cleaned herself up adequately, you nod in assent. She has served well, and you look forward to being served once more.
And with that, it is time for you to take your leave. You slip out of her chambers, doing your best to look like you were simply having a business meeting and not performing a sex roleplay. You take a deep breath, and hope that you did a good job.
The next day, business proceeds as usual. You wake up, eat, go on patrol, and for all the world it seems as though nothing out of the ordinary has happened. A few rumors float around, but none of them are close to the truth. Most seem to assume that you have been given some special assignment, which is accurate to a point, but the nature of the assignment eludes nearly everyone. Then again perhaps they are right. Perhaps you were sent on a mission so secret that your mind was scrubbed and your memories replaced with... you don't know why Celestia would insert those sorts of memories into your psyche. Unless it was Luna who did so and has an odd sense of humor. You wouldn't put it past her.
But all goes normal until you report to your post as Celestia's bodyguard for her public appearance today. You are sweating a bit more than usual as you enter her presence. She has not said a word to you since the events of yesterday morning. You assume that you performed your job well, but in hindsight perhaps you overdid it a bit. On the other hoof, you haven't been reprimanded or put on latrine duty, so you must have done something right.
You prepare yourselves to take your positions, but Celestia holds up her hoof and beckons you to come forward. A chill runs down your spine, but you comply. You can hardly believe that a day ago you were giving her a blowjob. She probably can't believe it either. When the two of you are sufficiently distant from the other members of your squad, she leans over and speaks quietly into your ear.
"Concerning your special assignment yesterday, I must tell you that you executed your duty well. You have exceeded expectations. My sister was not wrong in recommending your services." She winks. "You have a bright future." She speaks more loudly. "You may now return to your post."
You do so. As always, from your assigned position, you have a lovely view of her behind. But today, you have a true appreciation for it. Or at least more than you had already. You resist the urge to grin as you glance at the sun emblazoned on her rump. The future is certainly bright.
Author's Note
Already had one of these about Luna, so I figured I'd flip it and do one with Celestia. The reason I went with the roleplay thing is because Luna was already quite forceful and dominant, so I thought it would give more variety if I went the other way. That and after a millennium of being an authority figure, I figured that Celestia wouldn't mind being a bit submissive for a change of pace.
