Princess gets what Princess wants

Bashing Buckler honestly stayed awake for most of the night, trying to think through his predicament. Part of him was scared, and wanted to find a way to quit. To plead and cease… but he wasn’t sure if Celestia would let him. Another part of him was happy, feeling like he would accept sexual encounters with his Goddess no matter what. His masculinity clashed against his sex drive, unsure whether he should tolerate sex if it’s going to be pointedly focused on penetrating his ass: something he was never interested in. He’d never even been keen on ploughing a mare’s back door. Perhaps he was just old fashioned.

At one point last night his attention was drawn to his mistress, who was cuddling him like a teddy bear to her heavenly soft chest. The perpetually moving stripes of pale green, pink and blue brushed against him in their beauty. Her face showed a placid, happy expression. Was she dreaming? He felt like he was doing a good thing, in service to her majesty. He grew in resolve at this realization, leaning further towards the decision he’d made before: to remain in her service as concubine.

And then he got another whiff of her breath, which of course remained disgustingly pungent – reminiscent of his asshole. By the time Buckler faded into light sleep, he hadn’t made any final decision.

-~*~-

Three and a half hours after drifting into troubled sleep, Buckler awoke in Celestia’s bed. Alone. He found his body still messed, disgustingly crusted and sticky from the fluids of last night. He blearily looked around for his Princess, finding no movement at all. The hearth was cold and the room was tidy. The only light was from the morning sun peering into the large balcony window.

…the morning sun…

So Celestia must be up and about, doing her routine already. In part, the stallion was relieved. He was smart enough to notice that his princess didn’t achieve a climax of her own last night. He distinctly remembered the warmth of her puss pressed into his leg as she snoozed; and he expected a command to satisfy her in the morning.

Rather than that, all he found was a parchment lying prominently on a table with a glass of yellow liquid beside it. He smelled the opaque drink, identifying it as orange juice. The glass was half-filled and there were crumbs on the table. Remains of a breakfast! Buckler shook his head free of the amusing thought to read the note.

Buckler,
Today will be your first official day as my concubine. Naturally, there are going to be rules. You will let nopony know anything about your new career. (you are going to be my little secret until I’m certain the public won’t freak out about this.) You will do as I say to the best of your ability, and never lie to me. You will uphold a regiment of hygiene and exercise, to keep your body attractive. Also, make sure to regularly clean your ass for me. Sick and twisted I may be, but I don’t want to taste any filth. You can use a douche of mine from the bottom drawer of my westernmost cabinets, and any sex toys therein. Help yourself.

Regarding duties: Today at two P.M. you will meet a miss Dust Pan in the sitting room of my wing in the palace. She will tell you about the other side of the job. She will be your ‘official’ boss, so treat her as such. She will not know about the lewd side of your job, so be careful in conversation. Until you meet Dust Pan you are expected to bathe thoroughly and groom. Try and look sharp to meet your new manager. Food ought to be in the sitting room.

Regarding playtime: You probably figured out that I’m a bit fixated on some exotic fetishes. These days, I’m very interested in anilingus. Of course other positions and techniques will find their way into my bedchambers, but as long as your rump is so delectable I’m going to want to play with it. Whatever you’ve been doing to keep that figure, keep doing it if at all possible.

Playtime, cont’d: I’m a very busy mare, so I’m going to be taking a lot of time out of my sleep schedule in order to romp with you. Make sure you’re prepared to change your sleep schedule accordingly. Dust Pan will be able to arrange your work hours in the morning, midday, or late afternoon. Set it up to your preferences so you’ll be available to me between eight P.M. and midnight. I will not play with you *every* night, but still. It’s up to you to find time to do your front job, bathe, work out, pursue hobbies, sleep, and spend time with myself.

Don’t leave my wing. Don’t make a mess, and don’t touch my wine.
~Celestia.

Bashing had to reread that several times to make sure he understood adequately. It seemed like her holiness was improvising the rules and specifications. Despite the appearance of structure, she seemed to ramble just a little bit.

‘I’ll eat, then bathe.’ He thought, trotting out of the bedchamber and into the next room. After a minute, the stallion found the sitting room and a service cart with an assortment of foodstuffs. One platter had sugar-glazed pastries lined up, but there weren’t very many of them considering the size of the platter. ‘Celestia must like these.’ He thought, picking one up in a hoof and taking a bite.

He winced, feeling a sensitive tooth sting. *way* too sweet for him. Not one to waste, Bashing finished the pastry and followed it with a carrot.
He wandered in the wing until he found the washroom of his princess. Celestia’s wing, more like a suite, was rather humble compared to expectations. While everything was of high quality, it wasn’t trashy or gaudy gem-encrusted gold embroidered fixtures. Just mild purple walls and fine burgundy cushions. The woodwork of her few chairs were intricate, but not flashy. Most importantly, this place was private. As a guard himself, he knew that nopony was allowed in here. He wouldn’t be surprised if the area was riddled with magic wards and enchantments to keep it safe and private.

Bashing pondered all this while he started a shower. Hesitantly, he used some of the less-intimidating coat shampoo to clean the jizz and spit off of himself. Didn’t want to use something special and make his mane wave in mysterious solar wind! After learning so many things about his Princess, the stallion wouldn’t be surprised to find out it was enchanted soap that made her hair so impressive.

His hooves scrubbed all over his body, making him feel a lot cleaner. Not just literally, either. His psyche felt a lot more distinguished after getting a solid wash. His efforts wandered between his flanks and he gasped, feeling his oversensitive anus twinge. ‘Gotta be gentle with my anus after that strain last night.’

Morbidly curious, he strode out of the shower, dripping water onto the tile, and stood in front of a full-body mirror in the big washroom. He timidly turned and lifted his tail, looking at his anus in the reflection. At first, he was *very* concerned at the color. After all, it’s certainly not meant to be magenta! Upon closer inspection, he found that his asshole was fine, if puffy. The magenta actually came from lipstick; a kiss mark around his pucker. Not a big mystery who did that.

With a shudder, the feeling of mental cleanliness went away. Buckler returned to the shower and carefully scrubbed the lipstick out of his plot.

-~*~-

The rest of Buckler’s day went quickly. His mind had a lot to mull over. After his shower, he carefully tried out that douche the princess offered to give him. He learned from experience that he should use warm water. Later, he looked in the princess’ study to try and glean some of her tastes, followed by the drawer where he found that douche. She definitely had a kinky side. Hopefully she wouldn’t go as far as to tie him up with the myriad straps and ropes, but he’d let her do it if it’s what she needed. He shortly felt inadequate when looking at some of the more daunting dildos in the drawer, until he discovered they literally had dust on them.

He caught up a few hours of sleep, but he did so on one of the cushions by the hearth. The bed, after all, smelled of sex. After, he spent time grooming with some of the myriad of beauty supplies in Celestia’s restroom. A short brushing for his pink mane and tail, a little attention to his teeth with her floss, and hey presto: he looked pretty good. He would have gelled his mane if he weren’t afraid of, once more, making it wave in eternal winds. He would have to ask Celestia about this.

They would be spending plenty of time together, after all.

Two o’clock came, and with it came a young mare in a maid’s uniform. Dust Pan was perky but professional, happy to give the stallion his best shot at a new job. Better yet, she was sympathetic to him over the whole religion thing, though she wasn’t interested in the High Imperious Church herself, The head maid would be a good candidate to confide in. Hopefully he would make some number of friends in the staff, and retain relationships with the palace guard. Bashing was afraid of his whole life getting eaten up by the Princess. Eaten up along with his dignity.

As Dust Pan explained, he would be a part-time butler in the castle. Bashing was given a sharp shirt and a black tuxedo vest. His duties were intuitive, if a bit demeaning. Mopping messes, wiping windows, sweeping floors, et cetera. He was going to be paid an hourly rate that he would negotiate with the Princess, and he would get his own dorm in the servant’s quarters. The stallion didn’t need much of a tour, having spent years working about the palace already, but at the end of his orientation he did need to be shown where his bunk was.

“That’s one of Celestia’s summoning circles!” the young mare said, strands of her mane fraying from the classy bob she wore. She was pointing at a magic rune etched into the wall in Buckler’s tiny room. “Wow. You really are in trouble. She must want to seriously keep an eye on you. I’m sorry.” She said, patting him on the back with an empathetic look.

“No, it’s alright. I think I’ll enjoy my new position.” He neutrally replied, putting on a poor façade of confidence.

“Uh, uhuh.” She replied, not believing him at all.Dust Pan discreetly grabbed his collar and guided him out of the cramped quarters to talk to him away from the magic circle. “Listen, Bashing. I don’t know Celestia very well, but she can be a little… weird about you imperious churchgoer types. If you feel like she’s going too far, you can come talk to me about it. The maidstaff has a union that is prepared to deal with some stuff. And her putting that circle in your room seems like a step too far.” She scowled. “Or if you just want to talk about her majesty, get things off your chest, you can be honest with me. You seem like an alright stallion, and I can’t have team members distracted or depressed.”

He dumbly blinked at the offer, torn about speaking his mind already. “Well, thank you.” He replied. “You mean, she can look through that circle?”

“Well, that’s the thing: I don’t know. Maybe? I know that ponies can teleport through them but maybe they can do more.”

“Wh-what do you think I should do?” he asked, deciding that he ought to remember this information for later.

“I dunno, hang a poster over it?” she rubbed her face, feeling sorry and stressed about this new hire’s circumstances. “Well,” she sighed. “Your stuff is going to be brought from the guard barracks into here. You get to keep your surcoat and badges, but the breastplate and helmet will be staying with them.”

He nodded. “Then, is that all for today?”

“That should be it. Welcome to the maidstaff. Sunbutt will have to find time to talk about your pay soon. Good luck, Bashing. Try to relax tonight.”