“Going to bed early tonight sister?” Luna asked, as she finished raising the moon.
“Not exactly,” Said Celestia, ageless mistress of the sun. “I believe I will call on one of my… special guards tonight.
Luna sighed, rolling her eyes. “We really wish you would stop using your stallions in such a way. You always leave such a mess afterward. It is rather disgusting.”
“Oh please, sister mine,” Celestia said, rolling her own eyes, “It’s not as if I do it in your room.”
“Twice.” Luna said flatly. “I did not appreciate that. Though the second time it WAS nightmare night, so if you were trying to terrify me, you succeeded.”
Celestia grinned sheepishly. “I apologized for that ages ago, Lulu. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
Luna huffed, turning up her nose at her sister’s overly sweet tone. “Just be glad Twilight Sparkle never stumbled across your late night escapades. The poor filly would have been scarred for life.”
“But she didn’t!” Celestia hummed in singsong as she trotted out of the room.
As she headed toward her own royal quarters, she mentally filed through her private guards. Who would she have entertain her tonight? Humming to herself, she reached her chambers and began readying her room. A romantic fire in the fireplace, romantic candles on the table, fresh scented flowers in a crystal vase. Yes, all was ready.
All except one thing. She still had not chosen a stallion for the evening. She considered her guards carefully. Of course, she could not choose just any one for the occasion. First off, if she just randomly did the deed with any low ranking sentry in her employ word would get out about her late night activities, and that would not do at all. Further, she would not choose a married stallion. She may be an all-powerful diarch, but she could not do that to another mare, or worse, foals.
No, the perfect stallion to satiate her had to be unattached. Her elite guard prided itself on being the first to respond to any emergency, and as such was very limited in who would be allowed to join, but that was only part of the story. In truth, Celestia had her needs and she could not take care of them while worrying about wrecking families.
Hmm, Flash Sentry, perhaps? She mused. No, he had been getting rather close to Twilight lately. Better not chance it. Besides, Celestia just could not seem to bring herself to like the stallion. No, she would choose someone else to accompany her this evening.
Finally, she made a decision. Opening the doors to her chamber, she turned to the guards stationed outside. “Please summon Silver Knight to my chambers.” She commanded.
“Yes, your majesty.” The two stallions chanted in unison, before turning to complete their task.
“Oh, and take the rest of the night off.” Celestia said.
The guards cast each other a pair of uncomfortable glances before bowing to their princess. “Yes, your majesty,” they said again and trotted off. Celestia nodded in satisfaction and returned to her chamber, stretching out in front of the fire to relax a bit before Silver arrived.
Soon enough she heard a tentative knock on her door. Remaining by the fire, Celestia lit up her horn, opening the door before ushering the stallion in with a beckoning hoof. She had to suppress a giggle at his nervous expression. Her guard were the best of the best, valiant veterans of dozens of battles, from changelings to dragons. Yes every time she summoned one to her private quarters they liked like it would be their last mission. Celestia smiled at that.
“Come in, sit by the firelight,” She said to the nervous stallion. He hesitantly stepped toward her before bowing and taking a seat. Celestia looked over him with a critical eye. He was large, sharing a muscular physique with Shining Armor. The firelight glistened off his muscular flank, highlighting his silvery coat. The alicorn princess smiled, licking her lips in anticipation. She nodded her approval.
“An earth stallion,” she said. “I see I made the right choice. I always appreciate your kind’s stamina.”
“Th-thank you, your majesty.” The guard sputtered.
“Please,” Celestia said, “Call me Tia, just for tonight. Or, you could always call me mistress,” she said with a sly wink.
“Y-yes, your majesty, I mean, m-miss, I m-mean, M-Mistress Tia, ma’am.” He cleared his throat and looked away, his face flushing red. Celestia rolled her eyes. Stallions. She decided she would have to initiate. She stood up and sashayed over to him.
“I promise, this night will be the greatest of your life,” She whispered in his ear, before nipping the tip. Silver Knight shuddered, melting beneath her. Celestia crouched next to him, nuzzling his barrel. He rolled onto his side to give her better access, and she used a hoof to turn him farther until he was lying on his back. His breath began to quicken as he looked up at his princess. She stepped over him, straddling the submissive stallion before lowering herself onto his exposed belly, bringing her own muzzle down toward his and locking his lips in a deep kiss.
Silver was hesitant at first. Of course he was. He surely had not started the day expecting to be summoned to the princess’s private chambers for such an… elicit evening. He knew it happened, of course. It was not an uncommon occurrence. It wasn’t as if Celestia did this every night, but it happened often enough that the guard had created a sort of betting pool on who would be summoned next. Silver moaned as Celestias tongue demanded entry into his mouth, derailing his train of thought.
Both Celestia and Silver groaned as their tongues flicked against each other, each tasting the other’s saliva as their lips locked. As Celestia pushed her assault, Silver arched his back and let out a gasp, for an entirely different reason. Celestia pulled back, looking into his eyes. “What is wrong?”
“My, hah, my armor,” Silver gasped. “Digging into my back.” He gave a sheepish smile as he tried to roll back to his feet, but a white hoof on his chest stopped him. “Majest- Er, Mistress?”
“Please, allow me,” Celestia said, lowering her head to the stallion’s chest. Naturally, it would have taken only a second for her to use her magic to remove the golden plate, but where’s the fun in that? Silver shivered as his princess, no, his mistress worked at the straps with her own teeth. A chill raced up his spine as her lips brushed over his freshly uncovered fur. “Is that better?” She asked with a teasing voice as the last of the armor fell away.
“Yes, Mistress,” The stallion said, stretching his back. He missed both her playfully predatory smile, as well as her hungry looking eyes passing over his now naked body.
“Let us move to my bed, it should be far more comfortable.” Silver nodded, his nervousness all but replaced with excitement. As he rose to his feet, he heard a click and felt a slight pressure on his neck. He lifted a hoof to his throat and discovered a thick collar, complete with leash. Following the leash, he turned his eyes back on Celestia, who instead of her colder regalia was now clad in a jet black corset and stockings. “Move along,” she said, taking the end of the leash in her magic. With a tug she pulled him over to the massive four post bed in the center of the room. Silver felt a throbbing between his legs as he followed the gentle pressure on his collar.
Celestia led Silver next to the massive bed and, with a gentle push, sent him tumbling onto the soft covers. “Lay on your back,” The princess said in a soft but commanding tone. Silver complied. “Good, now spread your hind and forelegs.” Again, Silver complied, wordlessly following his mistress’s orders. He felt something pass over each of his hooves and turned his head to see four ropes wrapped in golden auras tie themselves to his legs and the four posts of the bed, leaving him firmly stuck in place. He chuckled nervously. The princess certainly had unexpected tastes. “One more thing,” Celestia said, levitating a thick black gag next to her head. He obediently opened his mouth to accept the item, feeling it settle in between his teeth and click in place behind his head.
“Mff iff ig,” he said, words completely muffled.
“Good,” Celestia said with a radiant smile. She climbed up onto the bed and sat between his hind legs, glancing at his now fully erect member. She once again licked her lips at the thought of what she was about to do. “Now, the fun can really begin,” She said, brushing a hoof over the bound stallion’s inner thigh.
Silver felt his breathing intensify as he watched the perfect princess, the mistress of Equestria, gently lower her face toward his throbbing stallionhood.
And screamed as her horn stabbed his stomach. Flesh tore and muscles spasmed as the long, twisting tusk bore into him, causing him to buck at the restraints, only managing to pull at the wound and increase the pain. Slowly, sadistically, Celestia removed her horn. Crimson blood glistened on the ivory point, little rivulets flowing down the groove that spiraled its length.
Celestia took a deep breath, inhaling the coppery scent. She could already feel her muscles loosening as the intoxicating smell permeated her nostrils. She lowered her head again, causing Silver Knight to flinch, but instead of impaling him she stuck her tongue out, drawing it over the bloody wound and savoring the taste of fresh blood. She pressed her lips to the bloody flesh next to the wound, planting a kiss on Silver’s heaving belly. She kissed all around the wound, then moved to the gash itself, nibbling at the edge of the torn flesh, eliciting a fresh set of muffled screams from the helpless stallion.
Celestia sat back up, licking the blood away from her once pristine white muzzle. Silver Knight stared at her with wide, terrified eyes. It seemed he had finally figured out why guards summoned to her private chambers never returned to duty afterword. Most assumed they were let go so as to preserve the integrity of the princess’s reputation. The truth was, of course, far more sinister.
The princess craved blood. After thousands of years of life, a thousand of which were spent in near perfect isolation, Celesstia had developed several bad habits. Gluttony for one. Recently her rather unhealthy fascination with cake had made the rounds in Equestria’s tabloids. It had been annoying, watching the nobleponies eyeing her and talking behind her back as if they knew some great secret. If they only knew.
Celestia cracked her neck, determined to enjoy this evening. It had been several months since she had last enjoyed a stallion in this manner. Immortal goddess she may be, but the guard had its job to do. She had to save this for very special occasions. She leaned over her stallion, running a hoof over his muscular chest. She did not enjoy torturing her toys, not especially, but the blood was always so much better fresh. However, she wasn’t a monster. With a flash of light she cast a numbing spell on the stallion. He immediately calmed down, but his eyes still shifted back and forth in a panic. Celestia sighed, once again lowering her muzzle to his.
A true kiss was out of the question. If she removed the gag Silver Knight would likely wake half the castle with his screams, and that would hardly do. She settled for gingerly nuzzling his cheek.
==O==
Celestia sat up in her bed with a yawn. She had gotten a good night’s sleep, as she usually did after a night with one of her stallions, and she felt refreshed, ready to take on a new day. She glanced at her companion for the night.
The once mighty stallion was curled up into a tight ball beside her. His silvery mane was now matted with sweat, blood, and other unmentionable bodily fluids. From this angle Celestia could not even see the many wounds she had had to inflict on the poor soul. Like a true earth stallion, he had held out for several hours, satisfying her in ways nopony outside this room could ever be allowed to know. Except Luna, of course, no hiding anything from that girl. In the end though he had finally succumbed to his injuries. Celestia was sad to see him go, but she had needs, and he had fulfilled them valiantly. It was almost a shame that nopony would ever know his bravery.
With a shake of her head Celestia ignited her horn, igniting the body in a perfect golden flame. In a few short minutes the body was gone, leaving only the stained sheets of her bed as proof his existence. Celestia cast another spell and the sheets too burned with a golden light, bleaching away the stains and settling back on the bed, good as new. Which was more than Celestia could say for herself. Shower time, she reminded herself.
Stepping into the bathroom, Celestia glanced at the giant mirror covering an entire wall. Her crimson stained coat stood in stark contrast to the immaculate white tile of the royal bath. She ran a hoof over her messy fur, torn. On the one hand, cleaning blood off of her white coat was always such a chore. But on the other, it left a beautiful contrast that only she could appreciate. Celestia sighed. Time to clean up.
Standing under the stream of hot water, she could feel her muscles relax. She soaked in the tub for a long while as the blood washed out of her coat and swirled down the drain. Last night had been wonderful, but she could not shake a slightly melancholy feeling. Obviously her particular tastes did not lend themselves to steady relationships, but just once Celestia wished she could have a stallion for more than one night. Oh well, she thought, turning off the water and shaking herself dry. Consequences of being immortal, I suppose.
With one last look in the mirror, Celestia donned her regalia and readied herself to leave her chambers. It was time to raise the sun.
Author's Note
No, I'm not a good person. But I am apparently past my writer's block, so there is that.
