After months of training and competition you had finally done it. You had beaten out hundreds of other ponies for the position of Royal Servant. The months of physical and academic training had been brutal, even harder than the entrance tests for the Royal Guard. The fifty-kilometer runs, the daily 04:00 roll call, the speed-math and organization tests. The royal servant needs to be both physically and mentally agile enough to meet any task Celestia may have.
Walking towards the Princesses quarters you could feel the nervousness building with every step. This would be the first meeting since you had had with her since you won your position. She had addressed the competitors en mass at several pivotal points in the competition, but this would be the first time you had met one-on-one with Celestia.
The giant rose-wood doors loomed in front of you. Beside them stood one of your old colleagues from the Royal Guard. He had tried out for the position as well but had flunked out early on one of the math tests. He stood at attention, loathing you with every ounce of his being, only the strict protocol of the guards keeping him from giving you a whack over the head with his spear. Indulging your smugness, you asked him, "Would you please alert the Princess that her new servant has arrived." The guard grunted unenthusiastically before opening the door and slipping inside, leaving you alone in the hallway to ponder things.
After several minutes, he reappeared holding the door open behind him. He gestured with his head that it was OK for you to enter. Slipping through the door, you jumped as it almost slammed on your tail, you almost thought you could hear laughing on the other side of the thick doors. The entry room was filled with lavish furniture, on the central table sat a tub of ice filled with bottles of champagne. "Extravagant isn't it?" asked a disembodied voice. From one of the doors entered Her Royal Highness Princess Celestia. "The finest Equestria has to offer."
"Indeed." you answer courtly looking around the room.
"I was talking about you. I know what you've had to go through to get here, I designed the test myself." You stood silently watching her walk across the room. "You're the best of the best. The top pony the entire Royal Guard has to offer, and that's why you're here." She walked behind you, passing much closer than you'd expected her to. "Frankly, I think that's something worth celebrating." She walked to the table and withdrew one of the bottles, "From the Royal Reserve." She popped the cork, "Please sit down, We're going to be working closely together, we might as well get to know each other a little better." You walked over to the table as the poured out two tall glasses of champagne, handing you one of them as you sat down across the table from her.
"To you!" she raised her glass in a toast. You returned her toast, glasses clinking high above the table. You down your glass, the smooth taste is better than any drink you've ever tasted. The aftertaste though is a different story. Bitter, with an artificial taste. Lowering your glass, you see the Princess watching you intently, full glass in her hand. Before you can ask her what she's waiting for, a blackness crashes over your mind like turning the lights off in the basement. You're out cold before you hit the floor.
After an unknown amount of time, consciousness finally returns. Your vision still blurry, you try to figure out just where you've ended up and most importantly if anything has happened to the Princess. Before your vision clears you can tell you're lying on something soft and warm. The room around you finally manifests its self clearly. You're able to tell that you're lying on a canopy bed, white sheets with gold trim fall from the top of the four pillars.
You look beyond the four posts of the bed. The room's dark, lit only by candle light, no windows, one door, the floor carpeted in thick shag. Flowers sit on the bedside table, their aroma giving the entire room a pleasant smell. To get a better view of the room you prop yourself up against the headboard. Sliding back, you're surprised to fell the smooth, cool touch of silk against your coat. Looking down towards your feet, you see only black silk covering your stomach. Above your knees, white lace tickles your legs. Where your tail meets your body it's been wrapped in silk like the cheap prostitutes do to keep it out of the way. After staring at yourself for what seemed like hours, you finally realize just what you're wearing, a maid outfit. You had never really expected to see one from this angle.
The concentration of admiring your new outfit is shattered when the door flies open sending bright sunlight cascading into the room. The sudden brightness forces you to look away before you can see who's entering, but you already have a good idea who it might be. The door closes again shrouding the room in flickering darkness, at the foot of the bed stands Her Royal Highness looking down on you smugly. "Good to see you're awake," she says in a matter of fact tone, "Sorry about the drugging, but we've had problems in the past."
Curious you ask her, "Problems with what exactly?"
"Well not everypony takes the news very well."
She seems to be avoiding your question, you ask her to clarify, "What news?"
"Oh you haven't noticed yet." You almost think you just saw the Princess blush. "Why don't you hike up that pretty little dress a bit, make sure you're all still there." Terror strikes your mind, there's no way she means what you think she means. You frantically pull the dress up over your stomach, underneath you find a set of lacy panties that seem to be fitting just a bit too well. No telltale bulge, in fact, you're not feeling much at all down there. You take a peak under the panties, there's nothing there, just a patch of skin, looking closely you can see a thin line of scar tissue running down the centre of the patch.
"I assure you, the nation's best plastic surgeons were brought in for your procedure." The sun goddess has moved to the side of the bed. In reaction, you scramble away from her, trying to get away.
Hanging off the edge of the bed, you finally calm yourself enough to ask her, "But why?"
"Security risks, both to myself and to the entire nation. With your level of access we could not afford to let your desires get the better of you. It also allows you to completely dedicate yourself to your tasks, no, err, distractions. Trust us, it's just easier this way, we've had problems in the distant past."
Absorbing what the Princess had just said, you lean back and relax just a little bit. The Princess climbs onto the other side of the bed, showing her motherly instinct that she's so revered for, she crawls over to comfort you patting you, on the shoulder. "Don't worry about anything. In your position, you will see and hear things beyond imagine, that ordinary ponies can't even begin to dream of. You will taste the finest of wines and eat the best tasting food that the planet has to offer." You take another minute to think about what she had said, she had just offered you the keys to the kingdom, every secret answered, every taste tasted. But the cost, what price had you already paid.
"I don't have much of a choice do I," you tell her sadly.
"Oh cheer up, your still perfectly capable of many things, like eating pussy or getting fucked."
Startled you sit up and exclaim, "What!?"
"Have you forgotten?" she asks, moving even closer to you, "You are the royal servant, my wish is your command. That doesn't change based on what's between your legs." She lays down next to you, placing a hoof behind your head, now your first order is to make me cum." With more strength than you though her capable of, she pushed your head down between her legs so her pussy was staring you in the face. Bent over her thigh wasn't the most comfortable position, her leg in your chest, but you figured there'd be little use in complaining.
"Lick!" the Princess commanded. Tentatively you stick out your tongue and touch her lips. It's warm and wet to the touch, you can feel her flinch ever so slightly at your touch. She regains her composure quickly, her hoof still firmly planted on your head. You lick again, more than just a touch, you trace your tongue up one of her lips. You take a moment to notice the taste on your tongue, it's sweet, much sweeter than you'd imagined, probably the result of some sort of magic.
You lick at her harder and sloppier, mixing your spit with her juices. The white fur around her pussy turning ever so off-colour as it gets damper. You lick up and down her royal pussy trying your hardest not to let the crisp white sheets get wet. You can tell she's trying to hide that she's enjoying it, stifling her moans. You make sure to give all of her pussy attention, tracing circles with your tongue. When you touch her clit for a fraction of a second, you can feel her flinch wildly.
As you go on and as she gets wetter you begin to focus more attention on her clit. Every time you touch it you can feel her move a little. Each time her move become a little bigger and more exaggerated until eventually her entire back flexes off the bed. Her legs pinch closer together, pinning your head between her thighs. Based on her sounds and her wetness you can tell she's ready. You focus all your attention on lavishing her clit with your tongue. You lick circles around it and flick at it gently. You then gently suckle at it, Celestia flexes her back. Her legs separate and her hoof falls to her side allowing you to escape your trap. You watch her spasm and groan from your work. Catching your breath you admire your handiwork.
The Princess takes a few minutes to come back to reality. "Good work," she manages to pant out between heavy breaths. She manages to collect herself and get off the bed. She walks towards the door through which she entered. "Hope you're not too tired, you're night's not quite done yet." She slips through the door leaving you on a cliffhanger. Taking the brief moment of privacy, you shed the black dress leaving you in only the panties and tail dressing that had been supplied. Stripping those off leaves you with the odd sensation of feeling naked but having nothing showing.
The door opened up again, Celestia led the way, behind her was the guard that had been standing outside of the royal chamber however long ago that was. He was looking straight at you with a devilish smile. The Princess spoke, "Now, as much as I enjoy taking part in a production, sometimes the most fun is had in the audience. She sat in the chair across the room from the bed. "Your order is to sit back and enjoy this."
The bed tilted as the guard climbed onto it. Again figuring there was no point fighting the inevitable you roll over to make it easier for him. Laying on your stomach you can feel him positioning himself on top of you, his two front hooves planted firmly at your sides. You can feel his cock slap against the back of your legs. You relax hoping that the pain will be minimal.
As his cock goes erect you feel it scrape against your legs. Feeling the heat radiating off it you know it is very close to its target. You feel his cock against your asshole, even trying to relax you can feel that it's giving some resistance on its own. You feel him push harder and your asshole gives way. A sharp pain radiates from your rear, you bite the pillow to try and stifle your scream, something that the princess surely wouldn't like. As more and more of the guards length slips into you, the initial pain gives way to a dull pleasure. Inside of you, the head of his cock touches parts of you that have never been touched before.
He pulls out for the first time leaving you feel almost empty inside. As he slams back into your ass, the pain disappears as your asshole gets used to it. The pleasure comes back even stronger. You can only assume that he's managed to find your prostate and that it's still intact. The pleasure is pure with no distraction, everything is being done to you, no work needed on your part to feel good. You are curious as to just what an orgasm may look and feel like in your new situation.
The rhythmic slapping fills the room as he thrusts back and forth against your ass cheeks. Inside of you, he rubs directly against your prostate sending waves of pleasure through your body. You're still biting the pillow but now it's to try and hide your moaning. As the guard thrusts in and out you feel yourself overcome with a familiar feeling. As you climax, your ass squeezes tight against his cock. The pure pleasure almost knocks you out, orgasms still felt the same except now they didn't have any of the messy cleanup.
You were finished, but the stallion was still going at it. He kept on thrusting in and out of you, by this point almost all of his shaft was disappearing each time. Celestia watched on in silence, observing with almost a scientific curiosity. Several minutes after you had climaxed, you finally felt a change happening inside of you. You could feel the pace of his thrust quicken and you could feel his cock almost swell. At last you felt his head flare deep inside of you. Next came a warmth that filled the entire lower half of your body. The royal guard pumped your ass full of cum leaving you feeling filled to the brim. As he pulled out you could feel a little bit of his seed trickle down your leg leaving a warm trail of moistness. You collapsed onto the bed savouring the feeling of being filled with warmth.
The guard cleaned himself off on the sheets then left unceremoniously, Celestia followed him. At the door she looked back at your collapsed cum-stained figure lying on the sheets, she called out to you, "Clean up those sheets then feel free to go to bed, you've got a big first day tomorrow." You didn't even hear her, you were just lost in the all encompassing warmth.
