Princess Luna Gets Brutally Banged By A Guard
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Princess Luna sighed happily as she reclined in her bath. A long, hard day of staying up to hold joint court with her sister was finally over. She hummed a little tune as she sank her body all the way into the sudsy water. Her hooves rubbed her body down from face to fetlock. A little groan of pain escaped her. Her one guard, standing at attention by the tub but keeping his watchful eyes focused determinedly on the door, asked her, “Are you okay, Princess?”
“Thank you, Nightglider, but we are unhurt.” Luna sank her mouth beneath the foam and bubbled out something. “If I were in need, I would make it known.”
Nightglider stifled something halfway between a yawn and a growl. He gripped his spear more tightly before answering in his best impression of a composed guard, “Very well, Princess Luna.”
He heard splashing as the royal alicorn of the night paddled around in her bathtub large enough to count as a very small swimming pool. He heard a splash followed by a spray of water hitting on and around him. “Nothing alleviates exertions like a hot bath, doth it not, Nightglider?”
“Absolutely, Princess,” he answered, “I would only imagine a bed would do it better.”
“Bed? Hah, allowing oneself to bathe immediately relaxes away all the day’s aches and pains. If we lie in a bed, all that does is cause trouble to some other place on our poor body.”
“Absolutely.”
Luna flipped around, placing her head on the guard’s end of the bath. “Help me wash.” She watched the almost invisible wave of tension go through the guard. Now was time to see if he would follow orders without question.
“Where is it, princess?” He didn’t dare look at her. Good colt – he knew his place.
“It is by the other side of our bathtub.” The guard nodded and walked around to the far end of the tub, easily a good fifteen feet away. The princess watched him pick up the soap and bring it over. Very carefully he returned to his post and proferred it to her without taking a peek at her body.
The guard had to be very careful. Nightglider knew it was forbidden to look upon the nakedness of a diarch, and he couldn’t exactly touch her either of his own accord unless he had a very good reason. To a pegasus who had been living in the barracks for the past eightteen months and hadn’t had a mare for even longer, the temptations called hard to him. Just a little peek, just a little touch… Princess Luna was a very sexy mare and they were all alone. Perhaps she’d even welcome it; after all, he had been given the honor of tending her bath. To be honest, he rather would be getting some very needed rest.
“Thank you,” his princess said dryly, almost as if he ought to be declaring his gratitude for being ordered to do something she could’ve easily done herself in less than a second with her magic. No, she’d instead made him walk around the long way, get the thing, and bring it back to her, all without letting him get a good look at where he was going or what he was doing.
“My pleasure, Princess Luna.” He couldn’t contain all the sarcasm in his voice.
Luna splashed around some more, thoroughly enjoying her leisure time and her only company. She could see the slight red tint on his cheeks as a dark spot. She had to duck underwater again to let out a short chortle. Oh these neophyte guards, they were all muscle, a bundle of nerves, raging testosterone, and not enough sense to realize that a millennia old goddess might have developed a wicked sense of humor. Oh she knew the various little superstitious and rumors that had spread, like how her rest must never be disturbed, lest she awake as Nightmare Moon, or that it was some kind of heinous offense to glimpse or touch an alicorn uninvited, especially a disrobed one, or that serving in a princess’s personal guard demanded a punishing measure of purity, and so on… The truth of these matters was nope, only if expressly ordered to stay away, and not at all. That didn’t stop the guards from holding themselves to silly little codes only they even cared about. They didn’t have to hail every sunrise and moonrise, or get their princess’s sigils tattoo on their chests, only sleep while their patron did, change their name to any theme, or completely abstain from any and all sexual release so as to not pollute their goddess’s service.
Luna sighed, “Our hooves and flank are in such agony from sitting awkwardly all night and all day.” Nightglider winced as he was suddenly reminded of the notable discomfort from having spent at least the last nineteen hours standing stock still on the hard stones of the throne room. “Had we known sitting too for day court would bring such pain, we would not have done it.” Lucky them, getting to sit on luxurious thrones while ponies groveled at their hooves.
Anger built within Nightglider started to ignite from the embers of his frustration and fatigue. “Perhaps her highness shouldn’t’ve sat at Princess Celestia’s day court after her night court?”
“Mind thy tongue. You only stood guard like you would anyway.”
Cut down to size, he apologized, “Forgive me, Princess.”
Luna splashed around some more as she yawned back, “Forgiven, if only because we are too tired to take further exception. Our day has been long and tiring.”
He had to fight his hardest to hide his sarcasm. “Certainly, Princess.” What was with her? Why was his normally soft-spoken princess being so aggressive and sharp? Had he offended her in some way? He could imagine her face just feet from him growling and scowling. A pause. Silence. “We have all had long days.”
“Thou art a guard, tis your job. I spent all day in my sister’s court at her invitation to better become known to our subjects. Do you know what happened?”
There was no note of irony or humor in her voice. Nightglider had been signs of the princess’s building agitation from silent insults which galled his heart, too. He picked his words carefully. “My lady, I’m just a guard; had anypony insulted you, I would have dealt with them rightly.”
Provocations ancient and recent flared to life in the alicorns mind. Luna snorted, “You naturally know nothing. You know not the insult it is to be snubbed by your own subjects.” She angrily splashed about, beating the water. “I sat through every case, but only when my sister had earlier not availed them did they pay us any heed! Scarcely anypony comes to our night court, and fewer paid respect today.”
Nightglider tried to defuse her anger. “But, Princess Luna, day court is explicitly Celestia’s and night court is explicitly yours. I’m sure they were honored to see you there.”
“Nay, foolish knave, to them Equestria has but one princess…”
“You’re my favorite princess, my lady.”
A violent flurry of movement sounded from the bath, splashing Nightglider much enough to not be purely accidentally. “You art a fool to choose the princess Equestria despises and forgets.” Nightglider, stunned tried to reply, but was cut off before the words could even form in his throat. “You night guards are all idiots, wasting your tiny lives in difficult service to a pointless cause.”
“Princess…” He had not been expecting that. His brain was starting to fail in a cocktail of frustration, fatigue, and indignation. How he addressed her calmly he couldn’t understand. He might have simply been to shocked to fully process the surge of outrage and anger he was feeling.
Luna splashed and sank down again. The suds were getting thin and she still needed to wash. A long day of codified disrespect and at the end she couldn’t even get one of her own guards to talk to her like a pony instead of treating her like she’d turn into Nightmare Moon if he failed to carefully approach her like a stained glass window! Looking up at him from the far side of the tub, she ordered, “Look at us when we speak with you.”
Nightglider went stiff as a board “Is it allowed?” He asked not only for fear of this being a trick, but also because that cocktail of exhaustion and repression was beginning to work its way lower down his body.
“Am I or am I not your sworn master?”
“You are, Princess Luna.”
She couldn’t help but take some solace in the humor of the situation. Her frown turned into a smirk as she got to make some poor guard squirm. “So look at me. I promise thee shalt not burst into flame.”
Nightglider turned about to see his princess in almost her full glory. Ponies went around nude generally, and even the princesses seldom wore much, but to lay eyes upon one without their usual finery somehow seemed scandalous. Sparse patches of suds floated about in the steaming water as the pegasus guard got a good look at the elegant whiner. Had he been less fatigued, he likely would have reacted with more than just a slow tongue and a blush. His cock began to intrude upon his thoughts again. “You are truly beautiful, Princess.”
“As you all tell me, so I am.”
Then, just as Nightglider was beginning to return to his calm state, his guard weakened enough for an undisguised yawn to escape him. “Is something the matter,” Luna inquired irritably.
“Just tired, my lady,” Nightglider countered, trying to look the part of a stoic royal guard.
Luna saw the awkwardness in him, how he avoided her gaze. She’d have some fun with him, see just how far she could push this one. “Then go to bed,” she said.
“I’m alright, Princess,” refused Nightglider.
“But thou art tired and we wish not to overburden you.” At this point, he could have turned in and she would have let it go.
Nightglider had to plead his case before the wild suggestion became a command. “A guard’s life is service and his calling is sacrifice; I chose to devote myself to your service. I’d fight to the death for you. Missed sleep is no object.”
“You are really a fool,” Luna chided him. “Very well, if you wish to serve thou princess, then wash us.” Luna rolls over in the water with a little more wiggle in her hips than absolutely necessary. Nightglider speechlessly approaches her. She growls, “Yes, we are sincere.” Luna levitates the soap. “Serve me if you truly mean your words.”
“Yes, Princess Luna,” her guard answers dutifully as he begins to rub down her fine body with the soap. The princess is so beautiful, so feminine, so soft. He all over again feels like a colt hilariously awkward in his first slow dance with a filly. Instincts are calling out to him, but fear and respect hold him back by convincing him to settle for trying to be covert about his fascination. His eyes wander all over her…
The princess can tell everything she needs to by how he handles her. Light touch, because he is in awe of her. Stiff motions, because he is holding something back. Long strokes, because he doesn’t want her to find out just how much he wants to do this. The alicorn smirks, appreciating the touch of good hooves against her aching back, knowing that he is entirely under her control; he can’t do a thing to her she doesn’t permit. “Thinketh thee a strong guard for your princess?”
“Of course, Princess.”
Nightglider braces for the abuse. “You are a fool, Nightglider. Do you think we need you to protect us? No, you see to naught but our royal whims and trifles. Your notions of protecting us we find most amusing; you guards are all ants who climb a sprout and think themselves tall, but you do not see the great titan not three feet distant, for you think it a tree, while the titan, if it even noticed you, could wipe you out with such ease it would not even register.”
Nightglider acquiesced, “I understand. Well said, Princess.” He tries to ignore her words, feeling the bitter resentment at this abuse of his good will. He focuses on his task of washing the royal rear. A twinge of anger comes through. Here he is, putting his life on the line in service to a pony whom he is currently giving a bath after a very long day. He is tired, exhausted, and has done nothing wrong, yet here she is stewing luxuriously and complaining about how hard it is to be the second most popular personality in the world while insulting and belittling him. He ought to smack her. No, he can’t. He is her guard and absolutely must do better than this. Certain base instincts were winning out in his brain. His cock began to stir in spite of his embarrassed silent protests.
“What did you think you would find in my lunar guard? Did you think it would be easy?” Luna’s tension and irritation lift as her guard rubs her down professionally. Her demeanor became less angry and more stern. “You are an insignificant insect offering its services to a great dragon. Did you think you would win glory or fame here?”
“I am just a servant, Princess; my work is enough.”
“And you chose this work out of what?”
Nightglider’s mind stumbled. He had no good answer. No sounds came apart from the noises of the water. “Patriotism; I wanted to be the first in my family to serve any princess.” He glanced up and down her splendidly proportioned but slender body, eating it up with his eyes. A certain part of him felt the cold stone of the bathtub.
“From where do you hail, Nightglider?”
“Hollow shades, my lady.”
“We see. Tis a small town with a special love for us.”
“Indeed, Princess. The dark of the forest makes us most aware of your moon and stars.” Luna smiles with a small sense of regret.
She inquires, “Did you perhaps hope to curry thou favor with us?”
He pauses. “Princess?”
Curse her archaic dialect. She reiterated, “Maybe you wanted to get close to me than a mere guard protecting his princess?”
Nightglider recoiled into stutters, “P-P-P-Prin-Princesss Luna, I’d-d never d-dream of something perverted like that!” If only he could see her enormous grin. If only she could see what was hidden from sight.
“Good colt. You know your place well.” Of course she really meant what she said to him. Of course he’d have to deal with questions like those as long as he was in the service, more specifically her service. She knew that lunar guards were the butt of many jokes in the security forces’ world. If anything, she was just checking his loyalty and resolve. Now if he’d just suck it up for five seconds she could tell him what it was all about once he’d finished his task.
He washed her back completely as professionally as possible, trying and failing to will down his erection, even though he kept his hooves under control. He noticed that they both became more relaxed, less stressed in spite of the tension. He even caught the princess sighing contentedly as she shuffled around in the bath. If only he could join her; there was more than enough room… Alas, not his place, though he ached for release, and his emotions still stormed around her abuse. He could take her. They were all alone, after all. His belt still had his dagger hanging from it. His body still ached and he remembered that he was extremely tired, having done extra duty all day only to be rewarded with scorn and derision – insults which cut him deep. Didn’t she know that modern pegasi truly held their honor dear? Furthermore, their militaristic origins meant that insults against ones loyalty and motives were still considered fighting words. Eventually, Luna magicked away the soap. “Is that all, Princess?”
“Indeed, Nightglider. Bring us a towel; we shall emerge soon.”
“Yes, Princess.” Nightglider panicked silently, realizing his erection had failed to diminish. No release for so long, and he had been even longer without a partner… even with his discipline, he was ready to explode. In addition to the rest of his body, his dick and balls remembered that neglected, aching feeling of being full to bursting. Gritting his teeth, he denied those instincts for just a little long, but all it would take would be a trigger. He waddled over to the far wall and grabbed a towel. The towel was huge and luxuriously soft.
Then he heard a big sloshing sound. Thinking quickly, he moved the towel to carrying it creatively in front of him. He wheeled around to see Luna climbing soaking wet and glistening from the bath, her eyes focusing on her hooves instead of witnessing her guard’s depravity. He walked back over to in his tired haze with a burning hot blush. Nightglider stood at ready like when Luna had first entered the bathroom. He turned ninety degrees away so he would have to turn around almost completely to get an eyeful of the most beautiful mare he had ever been in such intimate proximity to.
“Nightglider, thank you,” said Luna.
“It-it was my pleasure, Princess,” replied Nightglider without looking at her, barely managing to avoid stumbling all over his words like earlier.
Hoof taps on the fine tile. Luna’s voice with its usual warmth said, “Look at us when you speak with your princess, Nightglider. I want you to turn and face me right now.”
Blushing harder than he ever had in his life, completely knowing he was totally screwed regardless, Nightglider swallowed and braced himself. He turned round to face Luna looking sorrier than he ever had. The words could hardly form in his mortified mouth. “Forgive me, Princess…”
Luna immediately saw the poor stallion’s trouble. It wasn’t the first time she’d caught her guards standing at attention. For a moment she became aware of the vague danger – she, a mare all alone with him, a stallion showing part of its raw nature. A bit of excitement passed through her wicked mind, but it was outweighed by the instinctual fear, both of which were quashed by her conditioned mindset used to never let anything get the better of her. It immediately told her she had everything under control. She could even have him if she wanted, if only that didn’t make for bad relations along the chain of command. She showed him an amused smile, “You must control thyself, guard.”
“I’m standing fully at attention, my lady,” he joked. Internally, he was wishing for anything, including castration in a skiing accident rather than have to go through this humiliation. At the same time, there was a mare ripe for the taking. Oh how desperately his body yearned for release!
Weighing her options and gathering up her resolve to be at least a little bit kind to the poor guard. She continued to towel herself off by magic. “Nightglider, is this anything for your princess to see?”
He hung his head. “No, Princess.”
“Why have you allowed it to happen, then?”
He shamefully explained, “I have been restraining myself for a long time to maintain purity in your service.”
A true believer in her myth. Luna sighed, knowing she’d have to break him of that notion. “Nightglider, come here.” He complied in spite of his hard horsecock. The stallion was close to her. Her ancient instincts gave her another rush of excitement and fear. Her tail twitched, even as her mind told her she was in complete control of the situation. The alicorn nuzzled against his cheek. “Touch me back.”
He did, hesitantly, trembling with what he knew were the last vestiges of restraint in his weary mind. The urge to join was overwhelming. He was so hard it hurt. The guard lifted a hoof and grazed it against the princess’s cheek. Wow, she was exquisite. “Princess…” What was it he wanted to say? Why him? Why was she doing this? What was going on? He was at his limit?
“There, Nightglider, we touched you and you hast touched us. We are alive, as are you. We have needs and you cannot pollute me just by having them.”
Luna turned away slightly to finish drying off her flank. She stretched her plot and wings outwards as she did so for just a split second before several facts all clicked together in her head. A stallion was alone with her in close contact. This stallion considered her beautiful and had had no sexual release of any kind for a very long time. She had just told him that he could release his desires without polluting her. She was now presenting herself to him with her hips up and wings flared. She realized that she was physically aroused. Her last words had sounded an awful lot like an invitation…
She ducked her head around to gauge his reaction.
Nightglider almost lost control at Luna’s seductive display, but had held on until she saw her head turn around with a questioning look on her face. Instinct took over and he reared up on his hind legs just as his hooves grasped her head. Luna realized what was happening a split second before she felt the stallion pressing at her entrance.
Nightglider hilted clumsily in Luna. “Ah,” he gasped as at long last his genitals were gratified. So wet, so hot, so tight. He ravished licks and kisses up and down Luna’s horn, but he didn’t know why. He felt her resist a bit, perhaps trying to buck him off. Should he stop? Didn’t she tell him she was in total control and he couldn’t pollute her? He paused balls deep inside her obviously aroused body, considering what he was doing, but Luna let out a small moan and waggled her hips as she came to lean against the bathtub. His instincts took the cue and sent him into a rutting frenzy, his nagging guilty doubt silenced by the simple gratification of mating.
Luna wanted to throw him off, but her body stopped her; fresh pleasure, a feeling nearly forgotten short circuited her thoughts and rendered her defenses useless. She had tried to move, to dislodge him somehow, but it hadn’t worked. She could say stop. She could call for help. She could still overpower him. She could, but something primal had seized her. Had she lost awareness of her own body and desires? The feeling of being stuffed by Nightglider’s throbbing cock was terrific, addictive. She wanted more to fill that empty place inside her, to make her feel warm…
Nightglider surged forwards, thrusting into Luna’s hot pussy, shivering in pleasure as its silky texture massaged his cock. His balls slapped against the mare’s sculpted hindquarters as he consumed himself with pounding the purple plot. He rose up to look at his mate, to see her all displayed before him. He saw her elegant neck, her ethereal mane, her slender form, her great outstretched wings, and her round ass which engulfed and released his cock in equal measure with every thrust – the place where they became one. Lust filled Nightglider. Luna’s little cries and shakes mixed with his earlier misgivings into a bestial desire to take this mare like an animal – to fuck her, to control her, to fill her, to make her his. He seized her hips and pumped desperately into her as he taunted, “Does this please you, Princess? Is this something you want from your guard?”
Luna felt Nightglider’s cock harden as he took his weight off her back. She shoved back against him with her hips, though she didn’t know if it was to push him away or guide him deeper. Pleasure grew inside her as he filled her, withdrew, and filled her again thrust by thrust. Luna rocked her body, reeling under the overwhelming assault. She felt so alive, as if a fire had been lit in her core. He grabbed her hips and rutted her like a whore, causing her to subconsciously cry out in pleasure and fear. Luna felt her lover jerk his hips hard as he growled, “Does this please you, Princess? Is this something you want from your guard?”
Nightglider growled, “Shake your hips!” He saw her juicy plot and smacked it. Smack! Fuck, that was hot – he and luna sped up. His breath starting coming in pants. His endurance could only take so much of this fabulous pussy. He smack her thrice. “You like that, huh? Do you, Princess? Does you like being fucked like a bitch!?” He kissed her horn as they rutted frenziedly. Luna quivered and moaned and shook her head. Leaning close her her head, he spat in her ear, “Liar! You’re getting off on this! You, a mighty a princess, are getting off on being taken like a stupid slut by your guard. Don’t deny it.” Nightglider grabbed the back of her neck while he squeezed her ass roughly. His lips and tongue went all over her horn, laying down a barrage of licks and kisses that made the subjugated princess moan like a shameless whore.
Luna obeyed Nightglider’s commands. This shouldn’t be happening – he was her guard. This couldn’t be happening – she was always the one in complete control. But here she was, being violated by one of her guards, being forced to satisfy him against her will, but she was loving it! Had she neglected her body for too long? Was she in something like heat? Had he used an aphrodisiac? Was it the sense of being dominated, no longer having to worry about control? No matter what, her body loved it and her mind craved it. He wasn’t doing her like she was Princess Luna – he was rutting her like a satyr cornering a virgin nymph. Their hips crashed together. Their bodies clung close. Their muscles strained. They panted and perspired from every sense of heat, but they kept going, fucking like animals. This was her place, under a strong stallion who made her his mare in the most carnal way. Her pleasure was growing. She could feel his hard cock plunging in and out of her, slick with her juices, twitching as its master charged like mad towards the inevitable conclusion. He smacked her and pinned her, exciting some old instinct within her. His taunts and jeers filled her with excitement. She was losing all control…
Nightglider jerked his hips, almost pulling out of Luna, but stopping with her moist pussy lips kissing the tip of his cock. He gagged her with his hoof as he threatened, “You feel amazing. You know what I’m gonna do to you?” She shook her head and made a noise though his hoof. “I can’t hold back much longer; I’m gonna fuck you raw. Then I’ll take you all the way balls deep in your cunt. Then I’m going to cum in your pussy and make you take every last drop.” He plunged into her, joining them in ecstasy again. “Got it?” Luna shook her head and jerked her hips around.
Luna let out a suppressed gasp as Nightglider began to fuck her again, this time slowly, deliberately, making sure to hit all those little spots that made them shudder in pleasure. He worked his way in and out of her pussy and up and down her horn, making her moan involuntarily. He jittered and panted. As he pinned her down, she felt his heart beating and she knew he felt hers. He kept her pinned as he gloriously tortured her by keeping her orgasm just out of reach, not that she could even plead for the release she needed like water in a desert. She could have escaped if she tried, if she had even wanted to. He stopped gagging her to seize her body. Their hips both jerked barely under control, just at the edge of climax. “Please, Nightglider, Master, let me cum.”
Nightglider seized her shoulders and spat, “Shut up and take it, bitch!” He thrust in again before hilting. He held the both there on the brink of ecstasy. His hoof’s ministrations on her horn kept her reeling. Luna’s hips wriggled as she pressed up against Nightglider, trying to take him over the edge with her. He whispered, “I’m gonna cum. I’m going to cum inside you and you can’t stop me.” Immediately, he thrust into her, rutting her like a desperate animal. “Oh, I’m gonna cum, Princess! Better hope you don’t get pregnant. Fuck, I’m gonna fill you with all my jizz.” He smacked her ass, seized her hips, and fucked her like a beast. “Oh yea, take it!” He hilted in her one last time, his body screaming for release, frantically fucking his mare. Hot ecstasy blew through him and he convulsed, grunting, “I’m cumming, Luna! Take it! Take it! Take it all!” Nightglider madly thrust into Luna’s hot, tight, silky, soaked, cunt, firing blast after blast of his cum into the fuck-mad princess.
Luna felt her body lose control as a white hot line of pleasure shot through her nerves, causing her to cry out loud, “Do it, Master! Give your whore what she deserves! Cum inside me!” She screamed in wild pleasure as her pussy and hips milked her stallion for every single drop of cum, taking him completely, answering that primal call to be rutted. She felt him strain against her, his cock twitching, touching her deepest places and sending waves of orgasmic pleasure radiating from her hips. Even as their bodies collapsed in a sweaty pile, she felt his dick twitching at her pulsating, satisfied, filled entrance as it offered every last bit.
Nightglider got off her and kissed her. “That was incredible, Princess.” He caressed her face.
“We enjoyed ourselves greatly.” She scowled, “Just please warn us if you wish to copulate in the future rather than grabbing us like a wench.”
Sheepishly, the stallion apologized, “My deepest apologies, Princess Luna. Please forgive me.” He fully expected to be executed on the spot.
The mare gave him a look. This stallion had balls; first he took her and fucked her like an animal, then he had to guts to somehow make her like it enough to let him do it, and then he was apologizing for giving her the most sensational fuck she’d had in ages. “Certainly, Nightglider.” She climbed into the bath with a sashay of her hips. “Join me in the bath; I am a filthy mare.”
“Oh, absolutely, Princess,” he smirked as he climbed in after her.
Author's Note
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