Tidal Spear stood still at his post. If one were to look up the definition of 'still' in a dictionary, they would find the definition of 'still', which is what he was. Though he never allowed his head to turn to address anything other than a potential threat, he allowed his eyes to deviate when nopony was around, which; during this hour of the evening, was most of the time. His eyes wandered to the finely cut marble tiles and long, wonderfully ornate red and gold rug that stretched as far as the corridor. The beam of orange light seeping through the window to his front cast a canted, distorted image of its window to the floor, one that over quite some time and with a careful eye, Tidal could see move ever so constantly across the floor. He had spent so many hours studying the carpet that he used it as a clock; when the edge of the sun's light reached a certain section of the carpet, he could tell exactly what time it was.
Most thought being totally still for so long was a boring, almost useless job. Boring, maybe. Useless? He would have a hard time speaking to any pony that would hold such an idea. Stillness was calmness, and through calmness, was alertness. He could feel every tiny shift of the air, hear every tiny creak and groan of the Castle, see every speck of dust, and with a specially designed, passive spell, detect any little surge of magic. Like a radar, he could feel any being possessing magic if they were nearby. He could have his eyes shut, ears blocked, and if a unicorn were to walk by, he would be able to track their exact position. That was why he was still. He was not a Guard, he was a radar. He would see all and hear all; and of what he saw or heard was not favorable, he would strike it down, or die trying.
As his eyes continued tracking the sun's gentle scroll across the carpet, the ever-so-faint clank of armor on tile began to echo through the corridor.
"Specialist Tidal Spear, you are relieved of duty." Spoke the approaching Officer, his voice echoing only a tiny bit through the hall.
"Sir, yes sir." Returned Tidal, stomping his left hoof and raising his right in salute.
~§~
With a single letter held by his yellow spell, Tidal exited from the barracks mailroom, his gray figure no longer adorned by the heavy, gold-plated armor standard issue to the Royal Guard. The short-ceiling entry hall of the barracks was no longer lit by the sun's glorious light; instead, a plain light fixture mounted in the middle of the ceiling cast an omnidirectional, yellowish glow on the white plaster walls. Tidal looked up from his letter as he began down one of two short hallways towards a simple laminate-wood door with a square window, and through this square window, he caught a glimpse of something quite odd; a blue figure with a waving, astral mane. He stopped for a moment as the figure of Princess Luna passed by the window, disappearing from view as she continued on her way.
A short sound of confusion left Tidal as he slowly began towards the door, his thoughts beginning to fill with questions as to why a Princess would visit the barracks. Upon opening the door to an area Tidal knew to be a fairly small space with a staircase and two doors leading to separate segments of the barracks, his eyes were instead met with a pitch black void of negative space. His heart skipped a beat as he spun on his hooves, the hallway and door he had just come from now too being this void. The letter held in his magic was released, and it fluttered through the air for a moment before totally disappearing. He held up a hoof, and his eyes found nothing but blackness. As his hoof came back down, it seemed to never find solid ground once more, and as if he had fallen from some kind of ledge, his other three hooves were now absent of the ground's touch. It felt as if he were falling, but there was no air rushing past his body.
He felt something embrace his back; it was soft, warm, and cushiony, like a pillow. He turned his head to see whatever had taken his figure, but once more; void. He tried to feel it with a hoof, but discovered that both of this front legs were folded to his chest, held in place firmly, yet comfortably, by what felt to be some sort of cloth strap that went around his entire figure. His rear legs now felt that they too were held in place by something, but they were not held to his figure, or held to each other; nay, they were held vertically from his body and spread at a somewhat comfortable angle to leave his crotch totally open by restraints made of the same material as the soft wrap holding his front legs. A few attempts were made to kick his rear legs, and little movement came from the actions; whatever soft cloth held him bound held him with quite a strong grip.
Hello?
He heard the words in his mind, and he had felt his mouth move, but no sound whatsoever came out. Was he deaf?
Hello!?
Once more, the same result. He moved worriedly at the soft restraints, his back gently rubbing against the strange pillow he lay upon, and with his movements, he could hear the rustle of the pillow against his fur. He paused for a moment, moving again to hear the same noise. Panic took over his mind, his heart beating through his chest as his mouth opened once more to release no sound. His struggles came to a quick pause as a gentle, velvety hoof pressed to his open lips, a soft shush quieting the silence produced by his voice. His eyes strained to look down, his vision only meeting the same void as before. The rapid pace of his heart only increased as his eyelids batted a few times to confirm he was not blindfolded. Questions filled his mind as he again began struggling against the cloth holding his figure and limbs in place, the hoof at his lips beginning down his chin and neck in a ticklish manner; whatever creature was doing this seemed to be wearing some sort of silken sock, as their hoof was unnaturally soft. The useless struggles he made came to another pause as the tickling hoof gently stroked along his neck, the feeling sending a little shiver through his spine.
A deep inhalation drew his chest upward as he tried to calm down; whatever this creature wanted, it didn't seem malicious. That hoof was a soothing one, one that seemed to simply say 'relax'. From his neck, it gradually began tracing down his figure, the fur of his chest and stomach tingling as the hoof passed along, reaching his crotch and beginning to gently massage his inner thigh, the sensation sending another tingle through his body. His mouth came open in an attempt to speak to whatever being was toying with him, the creature's hoof pausing as he assumed it noticed his distress at the situation. The hoof raised from his thigh only to come back down right on the sheath of his un-erect member, the gently ticklish, silky touch causing him to squirm a tiny bit as the hoof began stroking along his stallionhood. A few muscular pulses came from his member as it began to come erect, a warmth filling his crotch as the hoof lovingly massaged the place where his scrotum met with his sheath.
The wonderful feeling of that silky hoof began to mount a pleasure within his body, his stallionhood growing more and more erect with each passing moment. His head came up a little in an attempt to see the one causing such pleasures, and once more, his eyes only saw blackness. A short gasp left his lips as a warm tongue licked along his half-erect shaft, the combination of the warm tongue and silky hoof causing his head to fall back to the comfortable bedding he lay upon. The hoof moved to the side, beginning to massage the fur of his inner thigh while the tongue took over, licking slowly and deeply from his sack all the way to the flared tip of his now fully erect and throbbing member.
The creature's mouth came open, cupping his tip in its lips while its tongue moved in circles, the warm pleasure flowing through his body causing his rear limbs to twitch lightly. The warm, slick lips and tongue began moving further down his shaft, continuing on until he felt the flared tip of his member lightly grind against the back of the creature's throat. He wanted it to go deeper, his body now burning in pleasure as he bucked his haunches to force his cock further inside, the action causing the creature to pull away from his tip, leaving the erect rod to flop to his belly. The silky hoof came back, rubbing and pressing his cock into the fur of his stomach as if to punish him. It was becoming clear that this being wanted dominance.
The hoof lifted from his throbbing, saliva-coated member and moved back to the meat of his inner thighs, this time being joined by a second, equally soft hoof as they lovingly massaged in unison, the sensation causing his member to pulse and his tip to flare. A wonderful tingle of pleasure flowed from his crotch as the creature began mouthing and licking at his sack, its muzzle occasionally pressing into the place where his cock met his sheath. Unbearable ecstasy coursed through his being, his member craving for the creature's mouth to return. With a ticklish kiss to the base of his cock, the warm lips and tongue left his balls alone and its two hooves lifted from his crotch to once more leave his figure hot with pleasure, his front legs trembling at their restraints and his mouth opening as he once more tried to speak.
He felt the hoof return to his lips, the silky sock adorning it tickling him as it gently brushed away. Moments later the creature's two hooves pressed to his lower chest, its haunches being brought down to his belly as she began grinding her hot, dripping marehood against his shaft. He hadn't been 100 percent on what this creature's gender was, and now, he was fairly relieved to find out it was indeed a mare. A tiny groan of pleasure left his lips as the mare pressed her pelvis into his, her puffy lips parting around the girth of his cock as she continued moving back and forth. He could feel her hooves gently shiver as her body pushed down hard, the throb of his member against her wet lips seeming to cause her quite some joy. Tingles of great pleasure worked their way from his crotch through his entire being as she continued, the short, quick thrusts given by her body certainly giving her more pleasure than he.
Just as he thought he would reach an orgasm, the soaking marehood at his cock lifted, her hooves staying in place as a strange, yet extremely ticklish and pleasurable force took the flared tip of his member and lifted it from his belly. He assumed the force was aligning his stallionhood for penetration, but instead, the force simply went away, his cock falling back to his belly as he let out a little gasp; one more press of a hoof or lick of a tongue would send him over the edge. The only feeling given to him by this mare was her soft hooves at his chest, she had simply paused her loving. The intense burning of pleasure in his crotch began to die down, his mind coming back to the skewed reality he was in as the mare simply stood upon his chest. He couldn't see her, but he could feel her looking at him; it seemed as if, despite his blindness, their eyes were locked. He began to notice his own heavy breaths in his ears, but he couldn't hear hers. Whoever she was, she had incredible control over herself. He hadn't heard a single gasp or moan; something that he knew were common sounds when making love to a mare, or in his case; having a mare make love to him.
That ticklish force returned to the flared head of his cock, lifting it from his stomach as the mare lowered herself, his tip beginning to press upon the warm lips of her marehood. With little effort, the tip entered; her tight walls gripping his shaft as she slid herself further and further down his meat. Much to his surprise, her haunches made contact with his, her rump rubbing against his sack as she began grinding with his cock fully hilted in her tight walls. As she brought her haunches up, a feather-like tickle at the topside of his member caused him to shiver with pleasure, the strange tingling sensation following her loving movements. It took a moment for him to realize; her magic was working to massage her clitoris as she hastily bobbed her haunches. She rose up to where a fair half of his stallionhood had slid from her walls before dropping back down, her hooves shivering at his chest as his flared, throbbing tip pushed at her cervix. She sat totally still, her shaking hooves pressing hard to his chest as she toyed with her clitoris, her haunches moving side to side to gently grind herself against his crotch.
He wanted to place his hooves at her flanks as she moved, he wanted to talk to her, see her blushing face and lustful eyes, but he was stripped of that privilege. This mare simply used him as a plaything, his warm, pulsing stallionhood being nothing more than a toy, and his body being more akin to a pillow than a being for her to lovingly push at and massage as she pleasured herself. Her rising and falling gained speed, each hard downstroke pushing his head against her cervix and pushing her flanks into his pelvis. Ecstacy burned through his body like a wild fire, every movement from her bringing him closer and closer to an orgasm. The thrusts of her pelvis slowed with one final, hard drop, the magic at her clitoris expanding outward to toy and massage at her soaked, puffy lips, the sensation being like a ring of feathers around the base of his cock. She began pushing downward once more, her haunches pressing hard into his crotch as her walls engulfed as much of his rod as they could, intense pleasure tearing through their collective as his large, flared tip finally penetrated her cervix.
His head fell to the warm, comfy bed as he climaxed, his member throbbing hard with each squirt, his hot cum filling her walls to their full and beginning to spill out onto his crotch. Through the noise of pleasure in his mind, he heard the first sounds come from the mare as she too climaxed, a tiny, moaning squeak leaving her as her hooves at his chest shivered hard, her walls seeming to grip harder and the tickle of her magic growing as she vigorously massaged her marehood. A tiny gasp came from the mare as she began raising herself from his spent member, one last hard squirt sending a pulse through the meaty object as cum continued to flow from her lips down his shaft.
One last little gasp came from Princess Luna as her eyes opened to the dark setting of her bedroom, the bound stallion once at her shivering hooves now appearing as one of the many large, deep blue pillows of her bed, the pillow folded and compressed under the pressure of her sock-adorned front legs. The faint glow around her horn faded as her mind fully returned to reality, incredible pleasure still coursing through her entire being as her soaked, puffy lips and clitoris was continuously massaged by her magic. The rubbery toy fully penetrated with the deepest walls of her marehoof that had once belonged to the stallion held hostage by her drove even further as she both pushed down with her flanks and pushed up with the spell holding the base of the toy, its tip pressing a tiny bit deeper into her cervix. Her body remained totally still, her head held low and jaw hung open as she let out a shuddering moan, the warm, pseudo-cum produced by the toy creating a wonderful feeling as it leaked from her filled walls. Finally regaining some control over her body and thoughts, she began to pull the rubber stallionhood free from herself, a short cry of ecstacy breaking the quiet air as the toy's flared tip exited her cervix and pressed at her deepest walls as it gradually exited.
As if removing a band-aid, her legs quickly brought her to fully stand, a loud, gasping moan steaming from her lips as the toy left with haste, cum now free to pour from her quivering marehood to the bed below. Burning pleasure still ripped through her shivering body as she stood slightly crouched atop her bed, the cum-soaked rubbery toy once held firmly to her bed now floating up to meet her lips, its inanimate, flared head sliding into her mouth and, with little effort thanks to the gently vanilla-flavored pseudo-cum coating it, pressed along her tongue down her throat, the sensation filling her body with a light pleasure. Her eyes closed as she gently rocked the toy back and forth, doing her best to not gag as it moved against the back of her throat, her magic now beginning to pleasure her cum-soaked lips and clit as new, burning pulses of ecstasy flowed through her freshly orgasmed body.
Princess Luna crouched to her belly, flopping sideways to the cushiony bed as she continued to lovingly deep-throat the toy and massage her marehood with a spell, her winked clitoris sending great waves of pleasure over her. The thrusts of the toy increased in speed, moans escaping past the rubbery member as she rammed the tip into the back of her throat, the sensation combined with the incredible feeling from her crotch almost bringing her to a second orgasm. The toy slid from her throat, leaving her lips with a pop as she took a deep breath, her teary eyes opening as her chest rose and fell with heavy, hot breaths. The spell at her clit and lips ceased, her figure lying motionless and sprawled across her sheets as she looked to the ornately painted ceiling, her eyes locking with the wonderfully depicted crescent moon right above her bed. As pleasure faded, she shut her eyes and rolled her head back to where her cheek rested upon the bed, her tongue cleaning her lips of the vanilla cum left behind by her toy.
Her thoughts turned from ecstasy to the world around her, her head raising from the bed as she looked to the mess between her legs and on her blue, silk sheets.
"Your Highness, might thee find it appropriate to invest in a cover, or perhaps; a location that shan't need be put through the wash?" Luna inquired to herself in a soft voice, imitating the resolve of the Castle's washroom staff.
~§~
Luna had roughly cleaned herself with a few disposable paper towels from her tower's small kitchen and had pulled her comforter from her round, tall bed so that it may be delivered to the washroom. Luckily, she had acquainted herself with the older mare in charge of the laundry, and she had agreed to not let her dear sister Celestia know of the reason behind needed her sheets cleaned so frequently. The nicely folded sheet was held at her side by the blue aura of her magic, her eyes locked directly forward as she made her way down the tall, moonlit hallway of the castle. Her eyes diverted to a solitary, perfectly stationary Royal Guard posted directly before one of the many tall, multi-pane windows of the hall, her gaze studying his figure for only a moment before diverting back forward. Focusing on the corner of her vision, she watched as she passed, his eyes never moving from the window before him as she passed by.
"Permission to speak, Your Majesty!" He inquired firmly, stomping a hoof in salute.
"Thou shall inquire." Luna returned, stopping and turning her head to address him.
"It would be improper of me to not offer taking your laundry to the washroom myself, Your Majesty!"
"We greatly appreciate your sentiment, dear Guard; but I shall decline."
"Understood, Your Majesty!"
Luna turned her attention back forward, continuing on down the hall and letting a little smile work its way to her lips. One day, she might work up enough courage to have the fantasies created within her metaphysical realms be more than a simple trick of her own mind.
