Shivered Timbers' Sexty Minute Ponies

Princesses and Country
by Shivered Timbers

(Prompt: "A night with the Princess of the Day" and "A day with the Princess of the Night".)

During the day, you see her. During the night, you see her sister. Somewhere in between, you sleep, when you haven't got guard duties, that is. You could ask to be removed from your regular detail, of course. One or both of the sisters would be more than willing to give you that luxury, given all that you do for them. Only it would more than likely mean them finding out they share you. You've only ever imagined what sort of punishment you would receive in that situation, so you struggle on through your sleepless haze in the name of Princesses and country.

Days find you escorting Princess Luna about the palace, or more often around Canterlot proper. The pace of modern Equestrian life fills her with a certain amount of trepidation, but more often with childlike wonder, especially when it comes to modern conveniences and innovations. She never seems to tire of exploring with you by her side, and you've come to take great pride in opening her eyes to the progress made by ponies in the past millennium.

There is nothing childlike about her appetites in the bedroom.

On this day, as many others, she has bid you wait in her chambers while she raises the moon. The sight of that orb lifting into the sky lifts you as well. To see time cycle as it should, under the powerful hoof of one of the most powerful beings in Equestria, is an opportunity to relax. It is one thing over which you have no responsibility, yet you always find yourself tensing, waiting for something untoward to occur.

She enters the room a short time later, nodding to the bed. You need no further prompting, and settle upon your legs there as she joins you, pressing up against your side and divesting herself of the few trappings of her station. Without a second command, you levitate a brush over and begin to draw it through her starred mane.

Despite the ethereality of her mane, it brushes just as a normal pony's would. Pulling at the field of stars reveals individual strands of night that are invisible when together. She leans her head around and nibbles at your collar. Years of military training are all that prevent you from giggling, as the action tickles so much. That's why she does it, of course: she wants to hear you laugh, and there is no way you will give her that satisfaction a second time.

"What shall we do this morning, faithful one?" she murmurs, leaning up to nuzzle your cheek.

"Whatever my Princess desires," you say gently. It's a well-worn answer.

She makes a moue, mmm's under your ministrations to her mane, and nuzzles you again.

"Your Princess is feeling rather frisky today. It has been rather a while since you last made love to us."

"Six long days," you respond, and she laughs.

"Is it such a remarkable event that you track the time in between?"

You nod, giving her a knowing smile. "To love a goddess such as yourself... Any pony would count the seconds spent with you, my Princess."

She closes her eyes and sighs happily. "You always know what to say to me, my dear." Her magic supercedes yours and removes the brush to its place on her dresser. Her lips meet yours. She tastes of the night air mixed with rain, her kiss a thousand years old yet every bit new and fresh. Never lewd, never forward, her kiss never ceases to blow your mind.

Princess Luna is kissing you.

She nibbles at your upper lip, a soft and sultry breath passing over your mouth. Her tongue flicks out at the tip of your nose, and she inhales deeply through clenched teeth, pressing her body against you.

"Show your Princess just what sort of stallion you are," she whispers in your ear.

You're ready to.

She kisses you again, and you give yourself to her, mind, body and spirit, following her with your head as she breaks the kiss and turns. Her flowing, starry tail fills your view, and you can feel those individual strands of magical hair. It moves to the side, and you inhale the gentle musky scent of your Princess's arousal.

"Do not be gentle," she says. "Show me what you can do."

You rise to your hooves, stroking gently upward along her back, and she makes soft noises of approval. A stroke of her cutie mark, that full crescent moon, and she tosses her mane, whispering, "Show me."

The tip of your shaft is quickly brought to bear, and you enter your Princess. It is not the first time, and with luck, it shall not be the last, but even more than her kiss, the feel of her surrounding you is incredible.

Like a warm fire after the coldest of nights, she surrounds and nourishes you, drawing you in, making you want her. Her warmth penetrates you even as you penetrate her. In being filled, she is filling, and no heat can satisfy as much as her. You become one, though you are the lesser of the pairing, even if you hope to show her, as bidden, just what you can do.

The first thrust is slow, meant to gauge her reaction, and as she squeezes you, you surge forth. Sacrificing speed, you opt for power, and time each thrust to keep her at the heights of ecstasy.

"Yes," she breathes, "yes, yes!"

Her voice, deep and melodic, goads you onward, and you pick up speed. Stars shoot around your vision; an image like a dark tunnel, containing only you and her, subsumes your consciousness. You travel together, panting and heaving, sweating and shouting, through a cosmos of passionate consummation.

She comes first, with a symphony of fulfillment. You let yourself loose and unload within her mere moments later. She has explained to you that nothing will come of your doing so. It's just one of the perks of this arrangement.

"Your Princess is pleased," she says, catching her breath. "Let her reward you for a job well done."

You withdraw from her and she turns, pushing you gently over onto your back. A long pink tongue slides forth from her maw, laps at the beads of white atop your member. Then her dark muzzle envelops you fully. She pulls at you twice, slowly, making sure to swathe every inch of you in her tongue. When she retreats, she licks her lips and swallows.

"There. All clean." She smiles at you, lying back on the pillow. "Will you join me?"

She knows you have other duties. "For a while," you say.

You lie beside her and she wraps her hooves around you. In minutes, you are both asleep, though you wake a short while later, better than an hour, by some instinctive urge. You unwrap yourself from your Princess's embrace, slip from the sheets, and tiptoe out, softly closing the door behind you with your magic. It's time to go to work.

Your superior chides you for your late appearance at your post, but informs you that duty rosters are shifting and you won't be needed today. This is momentarily good news, and you gallop off to your barracks to take what few hours of shuteye you can.

Your comrades in the barracks speculate on your proclivities -- Corp must be gettin' tail if he's out all day, surely! -- and on the upcoming shift rotations. If the shifts are changing, what will that mean for your other duties, the ones your superiors are unwise to? The thought keeps you awake for longer than you wish, though you are able to get some sleep after all.

The sunset wakes you, as it tends to. It's the signal to begin your nightly rounds.

A quick hop to the kitchens nets you a hay sandwich, and then you report to Celestia's throne room. She smiles as she sees you, nodding imperceptibly and bidding good night to her attendants. Luna passes you both as you take up your position behind the Princess of the Sun, but acknowledges only her sister.

You follow Celestia to her quarters, where she tells the guards to rotate with the next shift before leading you inside.

Her raiments float over to her bedstand, but it is not the bed that is your target. She removes a book from a bookshelf and presses a button hidden behind it. The wall rotates, revealing the space behind to be filled with racks, saddles, whips, chains, leather straps and muzzles.

You pause. "My Princess?"

She turns, her expression bored. "What is it, Corporal?"

"I-If I may... I was told that my shift will be changing soon. I wondered if it might not affect our..."

She smiles, cutting you off. "No, Corporal, it will not. I've made some changes because I see how sleepy you get, in between all of your various... duties. In fact, it will give you more time with me."

You blink. But that means...

"Don't worry," she says, moving over to you and nuzzling your horn. "I know what you do with my sister."

Your blood runs cold. "Y-you do? Does she...?"

"No." Celestia chuckles mirthlessly. "I have found a replacement who will be just as capable of taking her about Canterlot as you. Though as to his other skills..." She laugh again, under her breath, and noses at the base of your tail. "Well, we shall see."

Despite the scenario you are about to act out with your Princess, you cannot help but feel a pang of regret. You are but a plaything to the whims of two goddesses, after all. And that is now but one goddess. She has moved into the sex dungeon now but stops, noticing your hesitation, and turns back to you.

"What's wrong? Don't tell me you prefer my sister to me, Corporal."

"O-of course not," you stammer, your throat dry. "I love both my Princesses equally."

"Perhaps we can work something out so that you may still see her then, if your love is so great." She motions with her horn at the rack. "That is a discussion for another time, though. You have been a naughty colt and I must punish you now."

You clear your throat, lowering your head submissively, and move past the bookshelf to place yourself face-down on the rack. Straps lower and secure your hooves, and Celestia stands over you, smiling.

"You know I care about you, right?" she asks, worry clouding her face ever so slightly.

"Of course, Mistress," you say, falling into your role.

"I mean it. Not just as your Mistress or your Princess." She leans down and kisses you gently. Fire sparks against your lips, filling your body with energy. She tastes of long days and longer nights, the freshness of sunshine and the tang of newly-opened flowers. She slides her tongue into your mouth and explores it for a few moments.

You are kissing Princess Celestia.

The weariness drains from you as she pulls away and you inhale sharply. "Yes. Celestia."

She smiles and nuzzles you. "You're so very wonderful to me." With a soft laugh, she leans back and picks a riding crop from a selection hanging on the wall. "It is a shame I must be so very mean to you now."

With a sharp smack, the crop falls against your rump. You gasp, but manage to maintain your composure. You begin to get hard, your member poking through a specially-placed hole in the table.

As she smacks you again, you relax, close your eyes, and smile. It's a reminder of just why you can never choose between them.