A Royal Tail

Iron Star huffed again as he untied the knot in his necktie. He hadn't worn one since he graduated from guard academy, and he had all but forgotten how to tie it. Turning away from his mirror, he knew he'd have to go digging through his old trunk to find that book his dad had given him.

How he managed to lose things in his tiny barracks room, Iron Star had no idea. It was little more than a bed, a closet, a desk, and his trunk, with some scattered trash and dirty laundry. Opening his trunk, he frowned when he saw that it was stuffed full of old armor that the guards had stopped using since at least two seasons ago. Certain that the book was in there, he started pulling the pieces out. A rusty breastplate. A helmet with a broken plume. A cup with padding yellowed by months of sweat. Had he worn that during training? Flinging it in the garbage, he found the book he was looking for. Now You're a Stallion: Everything Every Male Needs to Know. Flipping past the chapters on voice changes and body hair, he found the chapter on tying ties.

The sun was setting outside his window, and he knew he'd have to hurry and get this stupid tie on or he'd be late to his dinner with the Princess. Thinking about the book made him wish that his dad was near enough to ask for advice. Iron Star had enough experience to know how to act around normal mares, but the Princess was dangerous new territory. Having dinner with her alone would be enough to make him nervous, but knowing that she likely had plans for him was something else entirely.

Just thinking about that tail was causing his cock to slip out of its sheath and flop. He frowned again. He couldn't have that happening at Upper Crust Cafe. He'd never be able to show his face around Canterlot again.

Control of his stallionhood was the most confusing part of this whole ordeal. This was the first time in his life that it didn't seem to want to cooperate with him. Why that aurora of the Princess's tail caused it to become so eager was beyond him. When he was around Celestia, it seemed to have a mind of its own, and he couldn't afford to let it get him fired for getting hard before the Princess, or worse, arrested.

But it would be a difficult struggle. When he closed his eyes to remember, Iron Star could almost feel that silky smooth tail caressing his stiff flesh, coaxing the pleasure right out of him-

He snapped his eyes open. Seeing that his problem had only gotten worse, he splashed some cold water on his face, and it, before heading out. It was going to be a long dinner.

With his nuts still wet and freezing in the night air, he stepped into the Upper Crust Cafe. To call this high-class restaurant covered in plush carpets and lace a cafe was a gross attempt at modesty. It looked like nearly every pony who had attended Celestia's garden party last weekend was dining here tonight, doing business or not speaking to their spouses. Even if Iron Star knew next to nothing about fashion, he couldn't have imagined how much the suits he saw must have cost. He wouldn't have been able to afford a single garment after a lifetime of guard work. He hoped Celestia wasn't expecting the stallion to pay for the meal.

But there she was, seated at a secluded table near the window dressed in a simple white gown that stirred with the breeze as much as her mane and tail did. Honestly, Princess Celestia could have come dressed in a sheet and she still would have looked radiant, more gorgeous than any other mare present. And that was saying something. Iron Star was certain there were even a few models present.

He gave his name at the podium and the host led him to her table. The elegant smile she wore on her face as he took his seat intimidated him more than his drill sergeant ever could. "Running a little late?" she said.

"I thought it was supposed to be fashionable," he joked as he took his seat. She chuckled a little. Why was he treating this like a date? This was the Princess he was sitting across from! Deciding to focus on business, before he had even opened the menu, he said, "Is there a reason you asked me here, Your Highness?"

"Are you always so forward with mares, Iron Star?" she replied. It seemed she was intent on flirting.

"I didn't mean it like that, Your Highness. My apologies." Despite everything that had happened last night, Iron Star tried once more to maintain a professional relationship with Celestia.

"Well, I'll give you a pass. This time," she said. Iron Star was about to ask what she meant when he felt a silky smooth warmth drag across his sheath, giving an affectionate rub to each of his balls before retreating.

It was a long moment before he managed to speak. "Y-Your Highness..."

"Yes?" she said. That teasing grin. He knew he couldn't say anything. No pony would ever believe him, and she was only going to deny teasing him. He hoped she was amused, because he was completely at her mercy once more.

"...What were you planning on ordering?"

"The souffle. I think you would like the flambe. It sounds hearty."

"You're only ordering a dessert?"

"A mare has to watch her figure, you know," she answered, effectively silencing any further comments. He took her recommendation for his own order.

It appeared to Iron Star that the chefs worked double-time to feed the princess, because just as the awkward silence surrounding Celestia's figure was ending, they were bringing out their meal. The souffle was larger than his pile of burnt grain, looking more like a cake than a gourmet dish.

But Celestia began to dig in with relish. The moan that issued from her throat as she swallowed the first bite was a sound Iron Star wouldn't mind hearing more often. At least this explained why her ass was so soft.

He took his first bite. He felt like he was taking a test he hadn't studied for. It tasted good, but no better than other seasoned grains he had eaten before.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Its... flavorful," he decided.

She chuckled at him. "I'll see if the chef can't prepare a hay burger for my new personal bodyguard."

He nearly choked on his wine. "W-What?"

"Oh, it wouldn't be any trouble, I'm sure. I am the Princess, after all."

"No, the second part. Your bodyguard?"

"Yes. That's why I asked you here."

"Why didn't you just say that in the first place?"

She giggled again, flashing that confident smile that made Iron Star so nervous. "Because you are so much fun to tease." He suppressed another gasp as he felt her tail wrap around his sheath again, now giving much more than a teasing rub, stroking his sheath fully, trying to bring his stallionhood out. And it was working.

"Y-Your Highness..." he started, already feeling his cock slip out. The tablecloth wasn't particularly long, and if this kept up somepony was sure to notice.

Still, Celestia was unrelenting. "Oh, just imagine Iron Star. You would spend every waking moment with me. You'd sleep in my quarters, rise with me. I might even have reason to have you present when I bathe. Perhaps you'd like to help me wash my tail?"

The suggestion alone brought his erection to full mast, and throbbing as well. Running his hooves all over that soft plume, seeing her soaked body draped with her wet hair. He wondered if she would continue to tease him, letting him satisfy himself with her soaking wet tail as she climbed out of the bath. As she continued to stroke his robust length, the offer became more and more tempting. He was certain he was already spoiling the quality of her luscious tail with copious precum.

"I know it would be quite a serious job though, and often quite tedious I'm afraid. Attending all my diplomatic meetings and dinner parties; but at least you clean up well. You'd have to spend a lot of time walking behind me, though." Here she leaned forward, speaking softer. "But at least then you could have an unrestricted view of my rump. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

It was all he could do to repress his moan. She was jerking him off now, and he was getting closer and closer. The control she had over her tail was incredible, and as his stallionhood was wrapped in it's clutches, he felt more and more powerless before her. It wouldn't be long before he erupted all over that soft tail.

"You'll start tomorrow," she said. "I'll arrange for a public announcement tomorrow morning, giving you tonight to pack your things in the barracks."

Wait- didn't he get a say in this? There was a lot more to consider than her heavenly tail and shapely ass here. Surely there was another, harder working guard who was much more qualified and deserving of such an honor. Was this really only about teasing him, about Celestia's amusement?

He huffed as a drop of real semen spurted from him, but he wasn't over the edge yet. Iron Star had an unusual moment of clarity, and he looked Celestia dead in the eyes.

He pushed away from the table. He stood. He turned to leave.

Iron Star knew his erection was still very full, dripping, and bobbing beneath him as he walked, subject to all the elites who might label him a pervert or judge him on its size. But having an erection was better than having an orgasm, and he wasn't about to let Celestia make him her toy for the rest of his career. Even if he had developed fantasies for her that he didn't fully understand, satisfying them wasn't worth his dignity. He wasn't about to be made a toy.

After having paid for the meal, Celestia flew from the cafe to catch him in one of the palace gardens on the way back to his bed. "And just where do you think you're going?" she asked.

"I refuse," Iron Star said boldly, fully aware that his erection hadn't gone down yet.

"You refuse?" she said. Then, in a moment that made Iron Star feel more nervous than ever, she gave a dark chuckle. "You think you have a choice?"

"What do you mean? Of course I have a choice!"

"Iron Star," she started. Already her tail was moving, seeming to extend from her like magic rather than hair, coiling around his legs. Yet he found himself staring into her eyes, totally transfixed, frozen with either fear or hypnotic arousal. "You're a guard. It's your job to follow my orders. And if I order you to become my personal bodyguard, is it not your duty to obey?"

"It's my job to serve the ponies of Equestria by protecting you, not to be your slave," he said with surprising force and clarity despite his tumultuous emotions and growing arousal.

"Hmph." Celestia turned as her tail snaked upward, starting to wrap around his torso. She let him feast his eyes on the entirety of her shapely rear, every plump curve leading to the canyon of her cheeks, spreading every so slightly as she bent forward, allowing him to see the pearl of her moist, divine marehood. The heat of her tail and the smell of her sex was making him delerious with arousal. Every bit of it was wholly inviting, begging him to plunge his cock into her and fuck her with everything he had, his balls taking on a mind of his own as he stared openly and uninhibited, drunk on lust and fantasies.

He barely registered her voice over her ample bottom as she continued to speak. "I am the Princess of the Sun, and before Luna's return, the Princess of all Heavens. Do you really think you can resist my will?" Her tail was coiled around his entire body now, squeezing his chest, belly, and cock with a tight, but not painful grip, immobilizing him, but filling him with no end of pleasure as the gentle warmth soothes his muscles and coaxed throb after throb out of his stiff cock.

With her ass encompassing the whole of his vision, her tail beginning to coil around his neck and the top of his head, she said, "You will become my bodyguard. If you continue to resist, I will have to persuade you." He could feel her tail beginning to slip down over his head, coming up near his chin, threatening to encompass his entire face, all of his body. Could he suffocate in her tail?

Iron Star didn't want to find out. He knew he was beaten. He gave in. He let himself stare at her ass, knowing that he would get to stare at it for the rest of his life. He let himself moan at the feeling of her warm, soft tail covering him, imagining what it would be like to fall asleep, coiled in its heavenly embrace. He let his dignity die and give way to submission. He would follow every order, accept every teasing caress, get hard and spill as much of his seed as the Princess desired of him, if only for her mere amusement. It would be worth it for a lifetime of this intense, yet so very gentle pleasure.

Iron Star came. He let his voice call loud, in full ecstasy as he emptied every last drop of pent-up lust from his aching balls as Celestia's tail stroked the orbs ever so gently, begging them of all they could produce. He didn't know if his semen soaked into the tail or not, he could only buck and thrust into the heat, against the soft texture of her hair as his eyes drank in every inch of her ass, his tongue hanging out as he leaned forward to try to kiss it, to touch it, to lose himself in her rear and tail. And with every fiery pulse of cum and restrained thrash to touch her more, Iron Star knew that this was exactly what she wanted.

Finally, it was over. She released him. His own ass hit the ground below, and he saw his fresh cum sliding off the unnatural aura of her tail as she withdrew it, raising it purposely to let the gooey strings slide down the pastel fabric of her tail and onto her plump rear, his cum continuing to drip down her cheeks as he caught the telltale strands of her own arousal glinting in the moonlight before soaking into the grass below.

"My, my, Knight Iron Star. I've become quite a mess. Escort me to my bath, if you would."

It was a long moment before he could catch his breath, his cock still throbbing as it fought to stay at attention before the Princess.

"Yes, Your Highness," he responded.

He stood and she lead him down the halls, her gait as elegant and pure as it was the night before. But now he stood behind her, feasting his eyes on that gorgeous tail and tempting rump, his cock still giving a lusty twitch every now and then. They didn't pass by any other guards, but he wouldn't have cared if they did.

After all, there were certainly worse fates for a guard. He could be bored out of his mind, leaving his post to jack off to last year's mags like the other night guys.