Princess gets what Princess wants

Bashing Buckler's heart was thumping like a quartet of bongo drummers as he scampered up from the Guard Barracks mailroom. Such urgent mail. Such urgent tone. wow. Celestia had discovered his participation in the High Imperious Church - a controversial cult that loudly (yet harmlessly) preaches doctrine about the deific status of the sun princess. Which is a stance she has repeatedly disavowed despite her godlike longevity, might, and stature. And now that his closet zealotry was found out, his career as a Royal Guard Sergeant was at risk. The stallion had, per request of the letter, left his glamoured uniform armor; leaving him unmasked. His true colors shone: a dark grey coat and his mane a short shock of hot pink. (it runs in the family.) His toned body, of average size for an earth pony, rushed up countless flights of stairs, scurrying towards the most dreaded of meeting rooms for any guard. The place so secluded and unofficial that one knows he is in major trouble. An equivalent to a principal’s office to a foal… except for guardstallions.

He arrived to her wing of the castle, still racking his head over what could happen - how he ought to respond. His scamper eased to a sort of trot, letting the poor stallion regain his breath as the posted Color Guards parted to let him enter. Before he could knock, the door opened in a familiar golden glow. "Sergeant Buckler. Come and sit." Celestia said, giving a final squint to a mysterious scroll before setting it aside. As the earth pony sat across from her upon a cushion twice his size, she gazed at him neutrally. "It has come to my attention that you are an adherent of the High Imperious Church..." Buckler nodded, unable to meet her gaze. He didn't notice where her eyes lingered; too timid to view her face. "Well. lucky for you, Equestria practices freedom of religion. So I'm unable to try and convert you. Or fire you. That said, you will no longer be serving as sergeant."

He had heard tell of colonels being demoted to quartermasters over this offence. "What will my new position be?"

"A fine question.” She started before standing from her cushion. The princess could be heard by her hooves clacking on the floor. “To be honest, you are a special case. Unlike other adherents, you have some qualities that I can find useful alongside that zealous loyalty."

He felt light headed. Wha? Could it be that he isn’t ruined? That his heretical opinion of her isn’t yielding the expected rebuke?He finally looked up from his hooves and noticed where her eyes had been staring. His cutie mark? "M-my special talent?"

"No." she replied, approaching him. "This may come as a shock, but no matter what happens, you will tell nopony about my offer. For you’ll know that punishment would follow." He nodded. "You can refuse my proposition to return as a lowly private, assigned to guard patrols forever, with little chance of advancement. Or, you can accept my offer and be my concubine." she calmly continued her trotting, circling around him. "You will be paid, fed, and definitely loved... but you will be under my control."

She saw dumbfounded shock on his muzzle as the offer sank in. No wonder she didn't want him to speak of it. "Now, Buckler. I know it's shocking. I haven't had a harem in the last few hundred years; trying to get a sort of 'pure' or 'wholesome' image as the figurehead of our country.” She lowered her head, getting muzzle-to-muzzle with him to force some eye contact.”It backfired, as the booty calls I try and get on the sly keep getting too intimidated.”

"Buh, my Princess... Why me?"

Her eyes, calm and kind, told him that she was pouting; though he couldn't see her mouth while this close. "Well," she started. "Your participation in the church is a big part. If I'm not mistaken, it instills loyalty and devotion. Are you loyal and devoted to me?"

He couldn't nod fast enough. Though with their muzzles so close she quietly feared their faces bonking together.

"As I'd thought. You really hold such a high opinion of me. And even though it's not acceptable among the guard, I can still appreciate how much you care." She took a breath, and appeared to refocus her thoughts; tilting her face in a knowing or cheeky expression. "The other reason I've chosen you is because of your looks. A suitably handsome muzzle, a build that meets my tastes, and I already know you're quite fit. Most acolytes that get uprooted from my guard are on the wrong end of middle-aged... or have wives already. Please don't think me too shallow."

The earth stallion looked down, altering the intimate closeness between their faces for him to chew on the thoughts. Is it really that simple? Is he that lucky to be the first handsome face among those faithful souls? Should he accept the offer? He felt doubt in his belly, telling him to be wary of any big, sudden decisions. This was quickly squashed by the warm, bright faith in his worldview - eager to please and serve the being he literally worshiped. Meeting her gaze once more, with a thin sheet of steel determination, he spoke.

"Princess, I accept."

Celestia smiled in a craven way, holding his obedient eye contact as the coat on her muzzle grazed his. A tide of suppressed depravity was already churning in the solar mare - Depravity born of her centuries-long sexual prime, sought to flood ashore and wash away this poor, unfortunate soul. Buckler was only slightly concerned about her half-crazed gaze, hopeful that he would be sufficient for her needs. "Then let's begin.” She started, beginning a light canter. “After I'm done with you this evening, you will get another chance to decline my offer."

Celly's magic grabbed his body and levitated him like a nervous (and excited) plush doll over to her big pink bed. Buckler found himself standing on the foot of the bed, with Celestia sitting upright behind him. The magic grip died, letting him look back. He was about to turn to face her and sit, expecting some kisses or other face-to-face quality time.

"Don't turn around." she said, making him shudder a bit with confusion and nervousness. Her tone was very strict. Buckler whined a little when he felt an unshod, white hoof start to touch his flank, massaging his rump with obvious interest. mental images of the Princess sprouting a cock and mounting him made him fear some impossible truth of his goddess as she groped and massaged his butt. "Present yourself." she ordered, smile growing even more sultry as the stallion spread his hind legs and lifted his tail like a good little bitch. "What's wrong, Buckler?" she teased, hooves playing with his ass a little more roughly now as she feasted her eyes on his bare back side. Healthy, heavy nuts dangled from his groin, and no doubt his member hung stiff already.

"You're, uh, touching my rump...?" the stallion asked, wincing as the princess chuckled. He didn't know why he felt like this could have been decent... but at the moment he felt very naked.

"What, you thought I was interested in your cock ? No. I've got my sights on something else..." she ominously said, her snow white nose touching the base of his tail. The princess exhaled, her heavenly warm alicorn breath washing across the stallion's virgin butthole and down his crease to his sack. She hummed deviantly, smirking as she let her intentions sink in and she let her shut lips press gently against his pucker. Despite Buckler's throbbing erection that now pounded against his own belly, he felt somehow violated. She wanted his rear of all things, and went so far as to reject his stallionhood. So matter-of-factly as well. The emasculated concubine let a squeak as he felt her tongue; long, thick, damp, and hot, drag from his hanging sack up his plot. The slippery mouth muscle wedged its way up his crack and didn't spare his anus. The lick ended at his dock, giving the violated colt no time before she went in and repeated the perverted slurp. He felt Celestia's face move more, nuzzling his flank and giving a needy exhale. Her lips met his left flank and gave it a long, tight kiss. "Your plot tastes nice." she said in a voice that further buried his old opinions of the sun mare. Her visage sullied in spit and perversion, Celestia gave his inexperienced hole a firm, circular lick before she rested her chin on his rump. "I think I'll be eating it quite often."

The stallion's hips wobbled as he reeled, trying to wrap his head around the insane course of events. His pucker squeezed in futility. He looked back, seeing her smug face resting her chin upon his lower back. "Y-you, you want to toy with my butt and nothing else…?" he asked pitifully, cowed by the playful and mad look in her gorgeous eyes. He hadn't signed on for ass worship... At least not being the recipient of it!

"Wonderful idea." she replied as though it were a suggestion. The alicorn's tongue licked her lips, making him want to wince again before she lifted her chin from his back. Celestia's hooves got back to kneading his rump, then spreading his flanks forcefully East and West. With his crack spread wide, he felt humiliated. The knowing gaze of this superior being, staring square at his anus of all places... And she saw it like a toy. A fleshy, pliant object for her to tease and stare at. Worse was the twinge of horny excitement in Buckler's core, telling him that any contact, if lewd, was good. The base urges within him conflicted against the faded intuition that told him that he should be the stallion. To his brain, if either ass would get such treatment it should be hers!

“Try and be silent while I enjoy myself.” Celestia snorted, mouth moving into the presented opening in his defenses. She puckered her lips and gave a none-too chaste smooch to the stallion's asshole, tickling his forbidden space with affection and the somewhat dampened fur of her muzzle. Her mouth remained there, pressed lip-to-hole, as she moaned and suckled tenderly on the object of her attention. After about a minute of this perverse lip-lock, she snorted, steamy air jetting out her nostrils and ruffling some of the concubine's tail. Either from the exposure or from the odd sensation of her snort, Buckler gave off an unwilling moan.

Celestia's ear twitched. "That was cute, plaything, but I said to be quiet. I'm trying to enjoy a meal." she chastised, magic alighting. Buckler's blood turned to ice as her telekinetic grip wrapped around his dangling testes, giving his ripe, heavy apples a mild tug (just for attention, without any force.) "Now, I'm sure you won't make so much as a peep until I'm done tasting my favorite dish." she threatened before shutting her eyes and putting her tongue to work. Completely intimidated, Buckler stayed stiff and stifled his breathing. It was tough, but he obediently stayed quiet as she licked his treasured hole. But it kept going and going... For minutes on end, Celestia's licks traced random patterns on him. Like a cunnilingus trick he'd read about, she seemed to be writing text with her tongue. Her taste buds firmly slipped across his increasingly sensitive asshole, often tugging him open momentarily as her licks pressured and pulled the rim. It was starting to feel good. Really good. Not that he would admit it, but her expert mouth was making him shudder and grit his teeth, erection bumping repeatedly against his tummy.

Taking him by surprise, Celestia punctuated her third iteration of the equestrian alphabet by pushing her tongue tip inside. Even if just by an inch or two, she successfully made him squirm and squeak. No amount of mental preparation would have kept him from making that noise. With a cruel smirk, the ass-tasting alicorn emmitted a faux grunt of annoyance at him. Before he could mess it up further by apologizing, she used the magic (still gently wrapped around his stones) and gave a hearty tug. The pain from this was short and mild, but it put the fear of God(dess) into the stallion, feeling his vulnerable parts exploited to control him. By hitching his throat, Buckler was able to stay as silent as a falling feather as Celestia's tongue cruelly invaded his back door once more. With his mouth now open in a silent scream of admirable discipline, her tongue slithered inside; rooting around like a lazy snake looking for a mouse in a warren. Celestia's tongue was looking for something, and after seven seconds she found her quarry.

Celly hummed in delight before slapping Buckler's rump with a hoof and pulling her tongue out until just the narrow tip remained inside him. She started using her neck to bob her head, stuffing her thick licker right up his boypussy to simulate a stallion's careless thrusts. On the fifth tonguefuck, Celestia tilted her mouth muscle to push against Buckler's secret button; that knot of flesh that she wanted to memorize. She'd be playing with that little bump a lot in the future.

The alicorn's magic grip on her victim's family jewels dissipated as she was currently fixated on her tongue-based anal conquest. She continued ploughing his back door for an unclear amount of time. He'd arrived per her summons at sunset, but by now the sky was dark and starry. All the talking and teasing took time... how long has it been since she first laid lips on him?... When the sexual blur on her mind defogged, she felt like she needed to stop. Her mouth sore, her neck stiff, and her pussy throbbing and wet.

"Mmmgh." Celeatia moaned, her perverted side still showing in full force as she bathed the poor stallion's anus in her divine spit. "You know, after getting a taste... I think I'll cancel that chance for you to back out of this arrangement." She removed her face from his back side, finding that his front legs had given out a while ago; his chest pressed to the comforters.

The poor colt was dominated already. The Princess really had him on a string, given how drippy and needy and weak he appeared. She admired her handiwork, seeing his hole nice and wide open; flexing. He wouldn't try to leave, and even if he made a move, she'd quickly trap him in magic or overpower him.

"Oh I'm sorry my little pony... You didn't cum?" she asked, enveloping his strained body in glow before turning him softly to lie on his back. It looked like he was about to burst, and probably had been in this state for a while. But his inexperience with anal stimulation meant he couldn't get off so easily. "Well, I'll help you if you promise to be a good little plaything."

The drippy, shaky stallion nodded instantly, desparate for release. Celestia smiled her normal, motherly smile before dipping her head down. Since he was now on his back, she was treated to the feeling of his sack resting on her muzzle as she put her mouth back 'where the sun don't shine'.

"What a nice mare I am. Even with my neck stiff and my mouth sore I'll help my servant finish." She said, her flushed face holding her obsessive expression. With absolutely no resistance, Celestia's wriggling licker slipped back inside the stallion's loose back door and started promptly abusing his prostate. Her mouth muscle slithered in more of those obscure patterns, only while deep inside him this time. Corkscrews and the Equestrian alphabet tantalized him, stirring him up inside. And of course, she paused these ministrations often to firmly push his button, making him grunt and shudder. Her lips were planted around his very puffy pucker, sucking on it with her tongue inside simultaneously, like she was violating a jelly donut by its injection hole.

Celestia could really get a stallion off quick, it seems; at least as long as she’s trying to satisfy instead of just playing for her own amusement. On the fifteenth tonguetip punch to his prostate, Buckler made a feminine sound and started to seize. His ass clenched weakly around its slippery invader, and his forgotten cock slapped around- head flaring. Cum splattered out of him in a seriously potent load, getting all over his chest as she kept wringing out his overused ass.

For about a minute, her tongue tip kept prodding and massaging his prostate to make sure he shot every drop he could. Once his orgasm ended, she parted from his reddened anus with a soft kiss.

"You belong to the Sun now, Buckler. Isn't it nice? I'll use your flank as a pillow at night. I'll stuff my tongue deep inside you until you shoot blanks. I'll give kisses and licks and hickeys all over your body, except for your penis." she promised, emboldened by her previously hidden depravity. "I'll spank you 'til your flanks are bright red, then lick you until your pussy is red too." She was above him now, tenderly nuzzling at his face in an oddly motherly fashion. He couldn't manage to wince, but he noticed that her muzzle absolutely stank of his ass.

“Y-yes, my Goddess. I am yours.” He said, numbed by afterglow yet internally concerned about what he’d just spoken. He was devout, but was he so faithful to give in after such a shocking encounter? Or was that the orgasm talking?

“Alright, my little pony.” The white mare replied, lying to his side with her legs wrapped around him. Her soaked face pressed against his affectionately. “It’s time that we rest. In the morning you can learn more about your new role.”

Celestia’s eyes shut, her superior body snuggled into him without any consideration for hygiene. With her face covered in spittle and his torso splashed in semen, she simply magicked her lanterns off and set to sleep.