Dat Ass...!

My name is Private Caramel, and I have a problem.

I've been assigned to Tartarus for months and had an unusually great time. You see, even though we're not supposed to interact with the prisoners there, there's this...mare...named Cozy Glow. From the first day I saw her long, shapely legs and her soft ass, I had to have her. As it turned out, she was more than okay with our little "arrangements." We managed to keep us a secret, but now I've been reassigned to guarding Princess Celestia, a post I'd always dreamed about.

That's the problem.

"Private Caramel reporting as ordered, sir!"

"Stand at ease, Private," muttered the Captain. He took his time reading over the report on his desk. "I see you're still doing well all the time you've been assigned to duty in Tartarus." He looked up at him. "Care to explain that?"

Caramel began to sweat. "Sir?"

"Nopony else has lasted as long as you have there without requesting reassignment. What is it about that duty you find so appealing?"

Caramel clenched his fists and willed his knees to stop shaking. If the Captain and the others only knew...

"I...I just believe in following orders, Sir. A good soldier doesn't complain about his orders, He only obeys."

The Captain sat back in his chair and stared at him for a few moments. Finally, he said, "Good answer, Private." He then smiled. "That's why I'm assigning you to guard Her Day Highness."

Caramel stammered, "Her...her Highness? Princess Celestia?"

The Captain nodded. "None other. You start immediately, tonight."

"Yes, Sir!"

"Go tour the Palace, then get some sleep, Private. The duty lasts all night; you'll need your rest."

"As ordered, Sir!"

The Captain smiled as Caramel did a smart salute and began to turn away. Before he could, the Captain added, "Oh, and Private? I think you might enjoy this assignment a bit more than your last. Carry on."

Caramel made his way to the Palace, his mind abuzz with thoughts. The Princess! It's the duty he'd dreamed of ever since he'd joined the Royal Guards! How lucky could one stallion be?! But then he stopped dead in his tracks as a new thought occurred to him. Cozy Glow? What would he tell her? He'd grown quite fond of the little minx, besides all the sexual adventures they'd had together. He'd have to find some way of explaining the situation to her, even if he'd now not be allowed back there, as only guards assigned to Tartarus, or visiting family were allowed in.

Finally, he consoled himself with the thought that now she's been banished to Tartarus, she's now an immortal. She'd probably forget him after a few years or decades. The idea made him sad, but he squared his shoulders and continued walking. That's now in the past; his future now involved guarding Celestia.

As he turned a corner, still lost in thought, he bumped into an Earth pony mare with a dark brown mane done up in a librarian's bun and glasses. She was also wearing a very short black pleated skirt with white stockings that came up to mid-thigh, and her tail was in a bun as well.

"Watch where you're going!" she exclaimed.

Caramel apologized, "I'm very sorry Miss! Completely my fault!"

She adjusted her glasses, which had gone slightly askew, and stared up at him. "Where are you going in such a hurry?" she huffed as she straightened her tie.

He stood a little taller as he said, "I just got assigned to guard her Majesty, Princess Celestia! I was told to tour the Palace, then I was on my way back to the barracks to get some sleep before then."

She blinked at this news and said to herself, "A new guard for Celestia? Interesting..."

"Excuse me?"

She smiled up at him. "I was just thinking if you're new to Her Majesty, we should be properly introduced. I'm Raven Inkwell, her personal assistant."

"Oh! Pleased to meet you! I've heard a lot about you."

She cocked her head. "Have you now? And what is your name?"

"Private Caramel."

She stared up at him again, then walked around him, humming to herself. "Yes, yes...broad shoulders, good height, large feet...you'll do nicely."

He couldn't keep the bewildered look off his face. "Umm...for being a guard?"

She grinned up at him one last time and said, "Follow me." Without waiting for an answer, she turned and sauntered off.

Caramel stood still for a moment, then hurried to catch up with her. "Where are we going?"

Without looking back at him, she replied, "No questions yet. Just follow me."

He fell silent as he followed her, and only noticed for the first time her skirt did not quite cover her panties from behind, and he got a good look at her luscious ass as it bounced along in front of him. He'd never been in the Palace before, so he didn't know if this was standard dress for all the mares here. If it was, he was going to be in trouble!

Unfortunately for him, that turned out to be exactly the case. As they passed many rooms, he was able to get a quick glimpse inside a few of them, and what he saw made him break out in a cold sweat.

For example, he saw maids bent over at the waist dusting, their skirts hiding nothing of their treasures. He saw female cooks when they passed the kitchens wearing their chef's coats and nothing else underneath. Every female servant he saw was in some sort of arousing attire. What had he gotten himself into?!

He was rock-hard by the time they'd gone through several hallways and finally stopped at some large oaken doors. She pushed them open, gestured him inside, then turned and locked them behind her. They were standing in a large office with a desk and a couple of chairs placed in front of it, a couch off to one side, ornate windows, and an Oriental rug. Caramel placed his hands over his crotch, trying to hide his erection.

"I...I'm sorry about this, Miss Inkwell," he stammered.

She smirked up at him as she sat on the edge of the desk. "No need to apologize, Private. It's why you're here." She took off her glasses and undid her mane bun so that it fell in cascades about her shoulders. "How much do you know about her Majesty?"

He shrugged. "Other than she's loved by all and is a competent and effective ruler, not much else."

She gave him a level gaze. "So, you don't know anything else? Your commander didn't tell you what you need to know?"

He stared at her. "What else do I need to know?"

She looked off to the side, obviously thinking. Then, she appeared to have come to a decision as she met his eyes again."Do you know how long she has ruled?"

He looked thoughtful. "Rumors say she's been around for a thousand years. Or so I've been told."

She nodded. "That's correct. But do you know anything else about her? For example, what she loves?"

He gave it some more thought. "Umm...I heard she likes cake?"

She nodded again. "Very good. But do you know what she likes, no, adores, even more than cake?" He shook his head.

"Cock."

He startled. "Ex...excuse me?"

"She loves cock. Loves the smell, loves the taste, loves cum." She looked down at his crotch. "It's my duty, among many others, to see you'll be able to satisfy Her Majesty, for after a thousand years her libido is quite intense. Take off your clothes."

"I...I don't understand?"

She made an exasperated sound. "Oh, just...never mind! I'll do it." She grabbed a clipboard and a pen, then walked forward and fell to her knees. She then reached up and undid his khakis, then pulled them and his briefs down to his ankles, exposing his dick. When she got a good look at it, standing rock-hard and throbbing, she smiled and said, "You have serious potential, Private!" She then made some notes on her clipboard, muttering to herself. "Good girth, acceptable length.." Here she took a hand and hefted his balls. "...considerable weight, probably full of a reasonable amount of cum..." She wrote it all down.

He stared down at her, too shocked to move at first. Finally, he came to himself and said, "What do you think you're doing?"

She raised an eyebrow. "isn't it obvious?" Then, without any preamble, she opened her mouth and slid his length down her throat.

"Uhhff..." he breathed as she ran her tongue up and down his length and sucked. Soon, a hefty amount of saliva dripped down his cock as she expertly fellated him.

"Your spit is dripping off my balls..." he whispered. She smiled around his cock as she met his gaze.

She pulled off his dick only long enough to say, "Cum for Momma..." She reached up and began stroking him into her mouth, as she sucked eagerly on his head and ran her tongue all over his girth. When she cupped his balls, she felt them drawing up, signaling his release. "That's it! I want you to cum all over me!" He gave a huge groan then unleashed his load down her throat. She sat back and let him spray his load all over her face, then clamped her mouth over him and began swallowing. He pulsed again and again, as they both moaned. Finally, once he was done, she spit some out onto her hand and rubbed it between her fingers.

"Good texture, acceptable amount, very tasty..." She wrote it all down again. As he stood there panting, she noticed he was still hard. "Very good, Private. Ready for another round?" All he could do was nod. She got up, pulled her panties off, then leaned over the desk."Stick your cock in my ass."

He hesitated. "Are you sure?"

She in turn nodded. "Quite sure. Her Majesty loves a cock up her ass more than any mare I've ever met, so it's my job to see she gets the best. Do it!" He shuffled forward, then grabbed her hips. She leaned down on her elbows and arched her back while spreading her legs. "Come on, give it to me!" as she put her chest on the desk and used both hands to spread her cheeks. He used one hand to line himself up to her ponut, then with a grunt he slid inside. She gasped as his length violated her, "So big! Keep going!" He continued to grunt as he slowly built up a rhythm, pulling out until just the head was inside her, then slamming back in. She squeaked each time he did so, completely losing her clinical air.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" with each thrust, as her eyes rolled up in her head. Now, as his pleasure increased, so did his pumps, going faster and as deep as he could. "I'm close! More!" she yelled. Her ass bounced each time he hilted himself, the sound of their union and her screams filling the air. Finally, he gave a loud grunt as he pumped furiously, then lifted her off the desk as he held himself still, unleashing a torrent of cum into her willing, hot ass. She came at the same time, as he pulsed again and again, her marecum spilling down her legs and soaking her stockings. She gave a breathless scream then pitched forward, completely unconscious.

Caramel slowly lowered her to the desk and set her down, thrusting a few final times as the last of his seed filled her ass. After a moment, he pulled out, releasing a stream of thick cum that oozed out of her ponut. He was relieved to see she was still breathing, but as he shook her and got no response, he began to get a little worried. He'd never had a mare pass out on him before, and he wasn't sure what to do. He pulled up his trousers and adjusted himself, and was just about to try and go find some help when she stirred and awoke. "Are you alright?" he asked.

She looked groggily around. "What...what happened?"

"I think you came so hard you passed out."

"Oh." She reached for her clipboard. "Gotta write this down..." But he took it away from her.

"You need to rest first." He helped her to her cute little feet and led her over to the couch. She sat heavily down, then smiled as she looked at the state she was in.

"I'm a mess," she grinned. She looked up at him. "Needless to say, you passed the test." She lay back and placed an arm over her head. "I'm going to just lay here for a few minutes, then get cleaned up. I suggest you go back to your barracks and do the same."

Just as he was leaving, he heard her whisper, "I love my job..."