Do princesses dream of erotic sleep?
The Decision of the Court
The Decision of the Court
You stand on the balcony of the Ponyville public library, watching the skies for her. You've always wondered why a princess like her uses a balloon to get around, when she is not only a fine flyer with her powerful Allicorn wings, but also the access to the royal carriage of her beloved aunt. Just one of the many things about her you never understood. She's faced the forces of darkness countless times, been to the tree of harmony and received an artifact from it, and she has a map of all of the known Equestrian world.
Yet her castle is a public place, her "council" members consist of her friends, and what important political action is there in making two feuding families in the back waters of the countryside friends. You shuffle that last thought away as you shake your head that's been adorned with the gilded golden quicksilver and moonstone helm. Its elven craftsmanship a testament to yourself.
You are a high elf, of their dominion on The Isle of Ordon. Your skin is a creamy yellow like butter, your ears as sharp as any mer's. Your eyes are a deep shade of blue, they can be as inviting as a lake on a crisp spring day, or as fierce as the aldmeri sea when there is a storm on it. You are quite young for a high elf. Having just been declared an adult by those..."human" standards but far from anything more than a mere fledgling by your people's.
What's a great and respectable being like you doing serving...no babysitting the youngest of the Equestrian Royal house? Some moons ago, you're people lead a campaign of conquest across all of Equestria. At first this meant simply holding a meeting to discuss annexing Equestria to Ordon in a sort of alliance between them, but your people never settle for less. You were tasked with the honor of assassinating the princesses. A bit of anthrax in Princess Celestia's tea, A little nightmare that Princess Luna wouldn't wake up from if she didn't wake up at all, and a good old fashioned elven arrow in Princess Twilight's head. Something kept you from letting fly that arrow when she and the other Princesses had gathered on the balcony of Canterlot Castle. The tension in both the bowstring and the air was so thick it clouded every thought you'd had at the time, you just couldn't do it.
Maybe it was having been in the city getting close to the royal society, only to hear all those tales from Princess Twilight herself. That even as a royal, she was no different than anyone else in her world, quite different than the way the Aldmer ran things. Back home you had taken this position in a desire to prove to the other young-lings that you where capable of doing something. After all you weren't very skilled in the arcane by high elf standards at least. As far intellect went, you were smart enough to cruise through school, but no university of the arcane or philosophy would accept you, but when that elven bow was in your hands and the arrows knocked and ready, you could hit three bulls eyes in a three minute interval each. The dagger was your weapon of choice in lieu of any sword or ax. A silently slit throat more satisfying than any direct bloodshed, just how the elves preferred to fight.
It wasn't long after showing this prowess to the guards that you were transferred to a division of the elven army that specialized in assassinations. By extension, it was you who had been hand picked to take out the royal family and plunge the Equestrians into dismay without their leadership to guide them. Alas that was not your ultimate fate, for your hesitation to carry out what you felt was your destiny cost you dearly. The guards were on you almost instantly and you where thrown in chains and locked up in the darkest depths of the castle. Your people had forsaken you, they denied any relation to your attempt being tied to the mer/equestrian political climate at the time. You were brought before the Princesses in irons and emaciated from lack of food, but your appearance didn't make Princess Celestia any pleased.
She and her sister Luna and former protege Twilight Sparkle stood high above you on their pedestals, the stained glass windows behind them casting respective velvet, golden, and lilac lights down on them. Celestia herself didn't look angry, just disappointed, like a mother seeing her child being punished by the law where she had failed.
"Your name please?" She asked craning her neck down to your face. Her light purple eyes looking into your elven ones.
"Annon, your majesty." You said shaking like a leaf as her gaze never broke yours.
"Come now, no need for secrets between us, I know it may not seem it but I want you to see me as somepony who wants to help you, in fact the way you've been treated is not something I condone. I'm sorry about the way my guards have been treating you. If it was in my hooves you'd have been well feed and though still locked up it'd be in better quarters than the dungeons."
"No your majesty, my name really is Annon." You tell her, it's a name given to foundling elf children that are never named by any caretakers. She nods her head in understanding and she asks you more questions. They range from tidbits of your past to more about yourself, never once changing her attitude, but listening to every detail attentively and with intrigue.
"So you. Couldn't find it in your heart to kill me?" Twilight asks you stepping down from her pedestal and trotting up to you, her deep violet eyes that matched her coat gazing at you not even remotely angry at you for what you've done.
"I couldn't hurt someone as...good and pure as you Princess Twilight." You tell her as you take in every detail of her. Her violet soft and shiny coat, to her luscious and soft mane. She was so beautiful.
"Princess Celestia? Have your reached a verdict?" Twilight asked her mentor as she circled around you, almost as if she was measuring you up. Just as you had done a bit of too her a moment ago. Celestia looked over her scrolls and notes she'd been taking on the trial, before clearing her throat and...smiling at you?
"Annon of the high elf kingdom of the Isle of Ordon? Do you take responsibility for your actions past, present, and future?" She said as Twilight took her seat beside her.
"Yes your majesty, I am at your mercy and the judgement of the sovereign nation of Equestria, you may sentence me to whatever you think I deserve, my neck to the guillotine or noose, or servitude to the court as a slave." You saw getting on bended knee to her ready for even the guards to strike you down in a hail of arrows but they never come.
"I sentence you to be the personal assistant in servitude to my former pupil Princess Twilight Sparkle, you are to do what ever she says and protect her, wait on her and cater to her every whim, do you understand the sentence I have come to and the verdict?" She says with a glow of her horn making your chains vanish and your prisoner rags to be changed into a flowing violet robe, with a silky red scarf around your shoulders, Twilight's cutie mark on a patch on the shoulder, and soft burgundy and gold trimmed velvet shoes replacing the wooden clogs with their canvas ankle fastenings, shoes meant to twist your ankle if you tried to run fast.
You tug at your new soft garb in a bit of confussion at her decision to not only spare an ex assassin like yourself, but to let you get close to her as an assistant. "Why?" You ask her.
"I see in your self and I see a soul that never wanted to walk this dark and terrible path, so I'm giving you a chance, you are to serve my formerfaithful student as a means of your penance for the actions. Do this and your past will be atoned for. Now go with Twilight to her home at the New. Beginnings Library." She said dismissing the court and leaving you with her smiling at you with a blush.
"I...I hope you can not find this awkward or anything." You say to her as a big puffy violet velvet hat with a scarlet ribbon perches atop ypur head.
"I forgive you...my new friend." She says placing a hoof under your chin and smiling at you softly.
Now it's the late afternoon some weeks later, you watch the sky over Canterlot for Twilight's balloon. Anxious for her to return, in the time you've been spending with het, you've grown to really like her..maybe even...love her. She has no idea you feel about her that way though, and you want only to change that when she returns home. A smile comes to your lips as you see her hot air balloon over the horizon and you ready the line to dock her to the treetops.
Tonight, you'll tell her.
Do princesses dream of erotic sleep?
She lands her balloon on the treetops. And steps down from the inside. Her hooves make a metallic step with each trot as Twilight gets close to you.
"I'll never understand how you bi-peds do it." She says giving a slightly pained look as the two of you enter the library that also is her castle. Though the public hours have passed at this hour and the place is closed to visitors.
"Do what Twilight?" You ask nonchalantly as you walk behind her, she doesn't know it, but you're admiring the way her hips sway andove even when confined behind that yellow and pink dress of her's. Actually she does know, but she doesn't mind. She finds it quite flattering to know you admire her flanks, so she deliberately trots with a bit more bounce than usual when you are looking.
"Go in these shoes all the time, my hooves are killing me!" She says kicking them off, as usual they clang as they hit the floor. You pick them up, like a good servant should.
"Well for starters Twilight, our tailors make shoes out of softer material than metal." You tell her as you place them on her shoe rack. Twilight only chuckles that cute little chuckle as she lays on the couch.
"Mhhhmm Annon?" She asks with her half closed dreamily.
"Yes Twilight?" You ask her, you've been addressing her informally in the privacy of home, because even now, the purple mare had no desire for the perks and privilege of the so called title of Princess.
"Could you do me a tiny favor?" She asks laying on her belly with her legs stretched out. Her tail swishing playfully back and forth.
"That's kinda my job isn't it?" You say placing your fluffy hat on the coat rack, you always felt it was a bit much.
"Heheh I know it is, but you know me." She says as she unfolds her wings and sighs. "Could you please get this dress off me?" She says smiling at you. You walk up to her and humor her by bowing as if she was one of the elder princesses. Before placing your hands on her dress and pulling it off her over her head. Twilight shakes as you take her dress off her and sighs happily when she's in her natural coat. "Ahhh much better." She says stretching her wings out resting her head comfortably on the couch pillow.
"Will there be anything else Twilight?" You ask her longing to just get cozy and cuddle the pretty mare in front of you. Nothing more, only to feel love and affection for once in your life.
"Well...like I said, my hooves are aching...could you be a dear and maybe give them a little rub down? I'd ask Spike to do it but that dragon. He loves me like a sister, but I ask to get anywhere near my hooves and he's gotta do dragon things." She says with a soft but playful scoff. you bow again making her giggle at how you're STILL taking the position you've been given way to seriously for her liking. Never-less you obediently take a seat on the foot stool and ask her to place her back hooves on you your lap. Though ponies walk on all their hooves, they can be satisfied with just their back ones rubbed, the equivalent to a bipedal female getting a foot rub.
"So how was Canterlot Twilight?" You ask her casually as you take the hock (ankle) of her left hoof in your elven hands and rub, making the hoof rotate on the joint as you work the tension from the joint, for a pony with wings and a balloon, she sure gets her hooves sore from still walking in those shoes of hers when it calls for her to be in her regalia on business. You'd think she'd use them to stay off her feet to keep this kinda thing from happening. Oh well, least it made it easy to get an excuse to get your hands on her.
"Oh nothing to write home about, the Wood Elves were more than happy to annex, the Dark Elves where a bit more resilient to do so until we explained that the protection by Equestria wouldn't affect their way of life, they have a history of not liking readjustment...ahhh mhhhh ohhh yeah that's the spot." She says sighing as her wings pop a bit as your hands rub on the sole of her hoof and along the hock. you seem to have pleased her by knowing just where to rub. She closes her eyes in joy relaxing as you rub, she coos softly and kicks her legs a bit but not in a hard way.
"Enjoying yourself my princess?" You ask her smiling as you rub harder and switch over to her other hoof.
"I told you, don't call me princess. I only have the title for when I'm needed to share what I've learned in friendship where it's needed."
"Well we high elves have a high king that wears the title proudly, and does far more than just settle disputes in the provinces, if there was a family feud lasting as long as those hoofields and Mccolts did, then they'd be reprimanded by the high council to either settle down or face the consequences." You say a hint of your national pride shining though.
"Well, my friends and I helped settle a conflict without forcing anypony to do it, we did it with compassion and understanding. not having them either stop fighting or we;d take their farms away." She retorts with a smirk as you slow your rubbing down a bit.
"Sorry, I guess even though It wasn't the best place lived, the Isle was still my home, I guess I just...kinda miss it." You say giving her hoof a playful little kiss before tucking her legs back and standing up. Twilight pats a spot beside her on the couch, gesturing you to lay beside her. You blush a bit but decide to curl up on the spot she wanted you on. You feel the warmth of her soft coat as she cuddles you, her hooves wrapping around you in a tight hug. The tip of her muzzle rubs the back of your neck as she turns you around to face her. Her eyes shine as she smiles and nuzzles you closely to her.
"Do you miss anything from home?" She asks as she places her cheek on your shoulder.
"Dream berry Wine, for starters. Haven't had a glass since I left. The effects vary from drinker to drinker but the more you consume the more your feel yourself fading into a red or violet haze that makes you see you're deepest desires, its all a fantasy, but you can be a bit closer to them for a few hours when you're good and loaded on the stuff." You say longingly for even a single glass as you reminisce of your people's chief commodity. "High elf brand, is always the best. Perfect strength, perfect flavor, and perfect flavor. It's the only brand that's different from palate to palate."
"Is that what you dream about when you sleep? Wine and riches of home?" She asks while softly kissing your shoulder and neck. You can tell she wants you to be honest with her.
"No." You whisper in her ear softly as you chew on it delicately. Making her shudder and whinny softly in your own long pointed one.
"What do you dream about?" She asks as she presses her hind legs into your left leg, you feel flustered when you feel that she's...a bit wet in between her haunches from the attention.
"You, you're all I see when I lay awake trying to sleep, how I was supposed to...but couldn't. Now here I am cuddling you on your own couch, how can you trust this hasn't been a ruse to get in the right position to carry out what I'd been sent to do in the first place?" You ask her as she grinds herself against you harder.
"I know you never wanted to hurt me, because their's so much good I can see in you. If you wanted to really do what you thought you wanted, then we wouldn't be here doing what we're doing....So when were you planning on telling me you like me this way?" She asks the heat radiating from her mare-hood now.
"Was gonna do it tonight, but I didn't know you felt the same about me...maybe more." You say as your hands are now shamelessly starting to rub her belly just above the winking, clenching lips of her slit. She moans softly as your finger teases the nub of her her bulbous clit, a mare's bell of flesh is noticeably bigger and more noticeable than most other female being's clits. You can practically feel the hard nub quiver as your finger tip rubs it.
"Ohhh, you...you wanna take this to my bedroom and do this properly?" She asks as you rub the tip of her clitoris ever so lightly. "Ahhh! Please Annon! Don't Tease!" She begs flicking her tail back and forth excitedly.
"Than let's stop talking and get down to the main event shall we?" You ask her as you let her up and she shuffles, clearly a bit uncomfortable to walk with her mare parts warmed and dripping juices onto her castle floor. she bent her self over on her hooves and lifted her purple and dark violet tail up, showing you everything. From her tight butt hole just under the base of her tail, to the winking and squelching of her pussy.
"I can't wait anymore...please...I..I'm burning down here, and have been since Canterlot!" She says pleadingly as you smile and bring your face to her hindquarters. You take a whiff of her arousal, it's like lilac and lavender. You take a slow and sensuous lick from the base to her peaked clit, which you kiss and suck on softly. Making more of her her juices drip and leak from her. You moan softly into her snatch, sending vibrations trough her, as you suck and lick. You don;t push your tongue in just yet, nor do you lick too strongly so as not to either overwhelm her or bore her.
"You like that Twilight?" You ask as you plunge your face in her needy, drippy snatch. You kiss her clit again and hum into her depths harder making her knees give out in pleasure as her moans grow louder and louder.
"Ohhh yesss, more! PLEASE!" She's a screamer alright. She lifts and stomps her left hind foot as you finally penetrate your tongue into her. She practically melts at your intrusion, she's on her front knees now bending over and pressing her rump into your face hard, and moaning loudly. It isn't long before you feel her lower lips smacking together as she's about to blow.
"AHHH! Annon! I'm...I'm gonna cum!" She shouts before her muzzle hangs open in joy with her tongue sticking out, she purrs with a loud, "MHHHHhhmmmm!" As her sweetness drizzles out of her in rivers, you get the drops in your hands and let them get nice and wet. You rub your hands together as if she was a lotion dispenser squirting onto your palms, you have a reason for it.
"You're a good girl Princess Twilight." You say as you bring your mouth to her muzzle, as you stick your hand down the waist of the long johns you wear under the royal robe the elder sun princess gave you, all the while pressing your mouth to her muzzle and kissing her. It's a raw passionate kiss you never before thought you'd be capable of. Her long equine tongue pokes and prods at your lips begging to be let into your mouth, you oblige and open wide for her. She pokes her tongue into your mouth and it practically gags you as she works it into your throat. When you and her break the kiss, her tongue tip is still joined with your lips by a few strands of saliva.
"You ready my prince?" She asks as she gets on her hooves and presents herself to you fully with her tail lifted up over her back. You can only nod and give her flanks a hard spank, which makes the mare shiver and moan in delight as you undo the belt to the robe. It falls to the floor as you then step out of your under clothes as your cock springs to life. The long pole of hard muscle and flesh springs with an upward curve as you rub it in between the soft, soaking folds of her slit. It's already wet from the layer of her juices you rubbed onto it from your hands, but you want to be nice and slick for her. You grab her backside hard as she moans feeling your cock pressing to her pussy.
"I love you Twilight." You tell her as you press the tip just into her slowly.
"I love you too my elven prince." She lets out loud guttural moans of pleasure as you slide into her, grabbing and squeezing her flanks hard. You give her another spank as you feel your length get squeezed and gripped in the muscles of her mare hood. "Oh yeah, that's it baby, spank this bad naughty princess and punish me!" She shouts in a very un princess-like manner.
"We're did you learn to talk dirty Princess? I doubt there's no books on that kinda thing here in the library." You say as your soft creamy buttery skin starts to sweat. The beads of perspiration begins to drip and drizzle down onto her, it's spicy sweet smelling, like musk and cinnamon.
"I've had books on it for so long, but never had anyone to practice it with it." She says burying her face in a couch pillow to muffle her slutty cries of bliss as your legs slam into her flanks with loud slaps. Your thighs meeting with each hard thrust as your cock disappears inside her again and again. "Oh OH BUCK YES ANNON! BUCK ME LIKE A GOOD SLUT MARE!" Her dirty talk is almost too much to bare, she had already cum from you attention with you're tongue but you wanted her to enjoy it as much as possible. "Fill me up my elven prince!" She demands from you, you feel awkward at her calling you that, for you are no prince. It matters not as you are all the more happy to give into her demands. You give one final push into her and hold yourself there, your cock twitches and pulsates as thick, steamy ropes of hot seed shoot into her crucible. the dripping sticky mess fills her up to the brim. You're still shooting as you pull your cock from her, a few strands still coating her flanks as it drips like paste from her, thick and creamy running down her leg. \
"That was...." You can say nothing else as collapses onto her couch with hot creamy semen dripping from her mare hood.
"Was it good for you handsome?" She says flirtatiously as she lets a few strands of seed stain her pretty tail as more run down her leg like a bead of water running down a cold, perspiring beerstien at a midsummer's eve festival. You only get close to her cuddling on the couch, not minding the warm stickiness that's getting your own leg sticky from rubbing up with her.
"You were my first you know." You tell her blushing slightly embarrassed. "Does this make us...love-mates?" You ask using a term for a loving but not pledged to each other, (I.E married) couple.
"What's that?" She asks her book worm persona starting to show.
"It...an elf thing your majesty." You say knowing full well it'll only push her buttons further.
"Oh! I've never heard of that aspect of elven culture! Please tell me more!" She says with vigorous interest, you can tell you and her are about to become very close Love mates...if not just shy of Life mates...maybe.
