Princess Twilight Sparkle looked gorgeous on her hands and knees.

She looked even better with her tail in the air.

“Flash, please… your princess needs your touch,” she moaned in a husky voice filled with aching, naked lust. Already her purple coat and mane were looking disheveled. “Nothing except your cock can fill my needs…”

Flash grinned, running a hand through his amazing blaze of blue hair before he slowly stripped out of his uniform. First, he revealed his muscled chest, flanked by two biceps that put that big red apple farmer to shame. He made sure to keep it slow though. After all, the princess deserved a show, didn’t she?

Of course, Twilight was already naked. She knew the rules. If she wanted him, he needed to see her slutty sex the moment he walked into his quarters. She might be a princess, but he was a Royal Guard. They both knew their places in the bedroom. She ruled out there, but he ruled here.

With his uniform jacket and undershirt gone—and Twilight licking her lips—he undid his trousers. Immediately, his hot length burst out, looking twice as long as last time. He smiled and stroked it a few times, just to make sure Twilight could properly appreciate it.

She did. She moaned like a mare in heat.

“Do you want it?” Flash asked in a sing-song voice.

“Yes,” Twilight breathed. “Yes, I want it, Mister Flash.”

“I bet you do…” Flash grinned and climbed up onto the bed. Though he kept his cock away for now, he could feel the heat radiating from her sex. “Tell me what you are, first.”

“I’m Twilight Sparkle,” Twilight whispered, her tail trembling as she probably sensed the thick cock ready to claim her. “I’m a princess. And like all good princesses, in private, I’m a sex toy for my guards.”

“But you only have one guard, Princess,” Flash said as he put himself into position with a smile. “So, what does that make you?”

“The sex toy of Guard Flash Sentry,” Twilight cooed. “A sex toy that needs to be used!”

He ached to shove himself inside of her, but he did really love it when she showed just how submissive she was like this.

“Twilight, I bet it’s hard to think when you’re this horny.”

“Yes... yes...” Twilight mumbled, looking over her shoulder at him. “It is hard to think... Hard to think about anything else...”

“You know what that makes you, right?” Flash teased her.

She met his eyes, still on all fours, still trembling with need.

“I... like... dunno,” she mumbled.

“A horny little bimbo,” he teased with a finger running down her sex.

Her eyes went wider as they turned vapid blue, her lipstick turning bright pink. She shuddered... Then accepted her new mind by giggling softly.

“Good princess,” he said.

Then he rammed his cock into her folds.

The alicorn screamed in delight as he fucked her. She was always so needy like this! It turned Flash on so damn much. The slutty, submissive--and occasionally bimbo--little princess beneath him, being impaled by his heavy cock, until he exploded in her and made her belong to him even more.

He reached down and fondled her medium-sized tits. She squealed and bucked, squeaking out his name over and over again. He whispered things to her, praising her for being such a good slut of a princess, for having a great pussy, for being a pretty submissive little pet, for not thinking at all.

Some stallions had silly power fantasies about being in power. Flash didn’t want any real power… he just wanted to fuck the mare in power.

“I’m, like, close!” Twilight called, in perfect sync with the stallion rutting her. He could feel himself getting closer by the second.

“Tell me you want my cum,” he grunted, pounding her thick naked ass with his hips.

“I want it! Like, fill me up like I’m only good for breeding! Like, give me your cum, Mister Flash, please!”

Her voice slipping further and further into that high, breathy bimbo voice pushed him over the edge.

“Mmm… here it comes, Tw—”

“Flash?” she asked in a strange, curious tone.

Her body stopped writhing and twisting, as if… as if she wasn’t getting off on this anymore. But how could anyone not get off by being fucked by Flash Sentry?

“Wha...?” he asked, staring down at her. Then a little annoyance crept into his voice. “What?”

“Flash, are you awake?”

“Of… course I’m awake, I’m… fucking… you?” he replied.

But she was getting blurry.

Which meant…

Son of a bitch!

The slutty princess faded into nothing more than mist as he blearily blinked his eyes. He groaned and looked around, finding himself in his quarters in Twilight’s Castle. He felt exhausted, mind and body… and the last thing he wanted to do was his job right now. Or deal with that crazy neurotic princess who occasionally turned him into a mare!

Unless it was for… well, servicing. But it probably wasn’t. Actually, no, it definitely wasn’t. He knew she could barely stand him. So why was he hearing her voice?

“Flash? Are you okay? You sounded like… well…” Somepony cracked the door, revealing the Princess of Friendship’s concerned expression. “Flash, I—”

She paused when her eyes met his. There was something… off about her, but he couldn’t place it. But he could place where her eyes drifted.

To his naked, hard cock and the hand wrapped around it.

He let out a yelp of shock as he yanked his hand away and hid his thick erection with the covers, blushing furiously and staring at the opposite wall.

“I’m-I’m sorry, Princess!” Flash cried, utterly humiliated. “If y-y-you’ll just give me a few minutes, I can… I-I’ll get myself decent and…”

He heard the door close. Then, to his horror, he heard the soft footsteps of the mare approach his bed.

“Princess…” he said quickly. “I… look, about anything you might have heard, I’m sure I can explain it. Please, don’t… don’t get Princess Luna. They’re not nightmares. They’re… uh…”

He cringed away, closing his eyes… and nothing happened. Except for getting the sense she was… standing over him?

“Huh, this is… unexpected,” Twilight said. “Scan didn’t show it to be that strong. I must need to be better calibrated.”

“W-what?” Flash said, trying to mentally force his cock to go down, but in the presence of the princess he’d been banging for months in his sleep, made that next to impossible. “What’s… unexpected? And… what’s strong? And… how… do you even calibrate a pony?”

Curiosity made him get the last one out.

“Oh, nothing,” Twilight replied as Flash glanced up briefly at her—without meeting her eyes. “Just… thinking aloud.”

Then, she gently pulled the covers away.

He was too shocked to stop her.

He peeked downward, still not meeting the princess’s gaze. He was still completely hard. He’d been so close to cumming in that dream… that dream with this very princess. Okay, most of his dreams were off this very princess. Occasionally, they were of this very princess and the princess he used to guard.

About half of those ended up with Shining Armor coming after him with a chainsaw though.

He looked around as Twilight stared at his naked body, trying to mentally escape or maybe find out if there was such a thing a pegasus teleportation. His private quarters were spacious, something that only a colonel or better warranted in Canterlot or the Crystal Empire. But since Twilight had so much free space, she’d given him a nice set of rooms in the west turret of the castle. However, since his personal effects would barely be enough to decorate a broom closet, he’d had to—

“Do you think I’m sexy, Flash?” Twilight whispered, ripping Flash away from his escape into interior decorating and back to the current sitation.

Twilight had actually just asked if he thought she was sexy, when he was lying in bed, stark-freaking-naked, rock hard from a wet dream where he’d been pounding a slutty version of her!

Shining Armor had warned him about one specific thing before Flash had been transferred. Never had he been more right in his warning.

Ponyville was definitely weird.

The oddness of the question finally made him look up to her face. When he did that, he saw her horn was glowing, though she didn’t appear to be casting any spell. It wasn’t even bright enough to really light the room with anything more than a dim pink light. The enchanted lamps along the walls provided enough light to see—they turned on when there was enough motion or sound. He’d forgotten to turn them off entirely last night, but at least they were set to low and—

What the hell is wrong with me today? Get it together, Flash! At least deal with the current problem!

“Princess?” he squeaked. “You… ah…”

The low lights of the room created odd shadows around her, almost as if the creature before him wasn’t completely there. Which was stupid and didn’t make any damn sense and he should just answer her question!

“Just tell me the truth,” Twilight encouraged. She smiled and her white teeth shone slightly in the dim light. “Whatever your answer, you won’t be in trouble or anything.”

“Y-yes, Princess! Celestia, yes! I would totally hi—” slipped out before he could stop himself. Only then did he slap his hands over his mouth. “I mean—”

Twilight visibly shuddered at his words, then graced him with an enormous smile. He could barely see her face, but he could have sworn her eyes positively glowed for a moment. It had to be a trick of the light.

“I bet that felt good to say…” she whispered as she ran a hand over…

Flash blinked and his eyes finally registered what the princess was wearing. Or more specifically, what was being revealed.

Flash might be stark naked, but there were some clothes that made a pony so much sexier than if they were just nude. Apparently, Twilight had found a set. Currently, she wore a tiny pink babydoll with a ruffled black trim that barely covered her nipples—though left a hefty amount of areola exposed—and ended in a jagged line, leaving her midriff completely bare. A tiny pair of matching pink panties were practically plastered to her sex and hips. Completing the look were two sheer stockings—a faint pink—that had to be held up with magic or something.

Twilight had somehow nailed adorasexy so perfectly, she likely could have been the centerfold for any number of erotic publications for a few years at least.

And right now, she was lightly brushing her breasts right in front of him.

He didn’t think it was possible, but he found he could get harder.

“I… I... Um? Is this… this another dream?”

In his defense, it seemed the only rational explanation.

“Not yet.” Twilight purred with a little smile. “But if you answer two more questions right… you’ll get something far better than a dream.”

He didn’t dare think about what she might be offering. It couldn’t be what she was implying, but… this was the princess. And if he had to be honest, she wasn’t implying anything at this point. She was pretty much screaming what was going to happen next.

He didn’t have a clue what was going on, but he figured—which was hard to do considering most of his blood was not going to his brain—he didn’t really have anything to lose. And he had so fucking much to gain.

Though he still wondered why her horn was lit. And why it occasionally had a weird hot pink streak running through the magic. He wished he’d paid better attention in the Academy about spellcraft. Oh well, time to focus on what’s important: the gorgeous—and insanely cute—mare standing above his naked body.

“O-okay, Princess.”

“I’m guessing you were dreaming. I did hear you talking, after all. And considering the words I heard and your ‘current status’… was it an erotic dream?”

Flash felt like he might implode from the sheer force of his blush. Still, he… couldn’t just lie. And Twilight… Twilight seemed like she wanted him to say ‘yes.’

The direction this was going was weird. After all, Flash may not be the genius Princess Twilight was, but even he could tell that the princess had thought his assignment here was utterly stupid. She wasn’t wrong. The Royal Guard—of any division—didn’t have the greatest track record in the last decade or so.

But still… he’d been caught, especially if she’d heard him. No matter her opinion on the Guard, they weren’t here right now. Only him.

“Y-yes, Your Majesty.”

Again, she shivered… almost as if the answer brought her physical pleasure. What was with her tonight? Why come to him in the middle of the night? Why… any of this? Why was she suddenly acting like—

“Last one, Flash,” she whispered, though Flash couldn’t remember if she’d ever used his first name before. “Were you fantasizing about me?”

He gaped at her, but her gaze wandered over his naked body. He felt his cock twitch every time her eyes brushed it. He couldn’t stop himself from speaking the truth. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to stop himself.

“Y-yes, Princess. I’m very—”

“Ah…” Twilight cooed, running right over his apology as her hips bucked as if... something had just been thrust inside her? “You answered them all truthfully… mmm. Thank you.”

“Y-you’re not upset?” Flash asked, gawking at her.

“Upset?” Twilight giggled, touching her lips with a single finger and nibbling it. “Why would I be upset? No, I’m not upset, I’m excited. I want to hear more. As princess, the physical well-being and the psychological morale of all my subjects is very important. Especially those directly serving me.”

“It… it is?” Flash stammered, staring at her intense eyes.

“Mhm!” Twilight nodded with another little grin. “Time for a few bonus questions. You ready?”

He swallowed the lump in this throat and nodded.

“I need to know, Flash. Were you fucking me?”

Flash couldn’t stop gaping if he wanted to. The sheer openness of the question. Like asking if it was sunny outside. Something inside of him just… reacted and he found himself unable to lie. He wasn’t sure if he could lie anymore.

“Yes.”

“Mmm… how?” Twilight knelt down on the side of his bed. Were her breasts bigger? “How were you fucking me, Flash?”

“Your M-Majesty?”

“I want to know how you were fucking me,” Twilight asked, as if asking what he’d had for breakfast yesterday. “It’s a simple enough question. Position, any special toys, dirty talk, stuff like that. It’s all for… a new research project I’ve started after opening that cube I got in the mail earlier. I’ve got so much planned, Flash, and I want to start with you.”

He didn’t see how that cube could have anything to do with Twilight suddenly acting as if all this sex stuff were conversations you just chatted about in the middle of the night, but he found it hard to question her. Her eyes seemed to shine in the dim room.

“Um… doggy style?”

Twilight nodded, looking thoughtful. A few seconds passed before she shrugged. “Well, maybe we can get to that later, but for now, I’m going to start by giving you a blowjob, okay?”

Author's Note

Seems pretty reasonable to me~!

Now, I wonder if Flash can survive this without going totally nuts~! Probably not~! <3

:3

Lemme know about mistakes by PMs~!