Dat Ass...!

Showered and changed, Raven sat in Celestia's office late that afternoon and gave her full report. Still slightly dazed, she said, "I think this new guard," she checked her notes, "Private Caramel, will be everything you need and more, your Highness."

Celestia sat back in her ornate chair, dressed in a simple sheer pink camisole and robe. She crossed her long, smooth legs and smiled. "You look a bit worn out, Raven. Was he that good?"

"Dear sweet lord YES!" she exclaimed. "His dick was just above average, but he made me pass out when I came."

Celestia smiled. "That's only happened a few times before if I recall. When does he start his shift?"

"Tonight."

Celestia clapped her hands. "Excellent. I look forward to meeting him." As she rose to her hooves, she added, "And I think I'll go with Plan 'B.'"

Raven raised an eyebrow. "He probably won't like that."

Celestia smiled. "Not at first, no."

Raven closed her notebook with a snap and stood. "I'll get the pineapple juice."

Celestia smiled again. "That would be lovely."

Caramel could hardly hold in his excitement. As he soaped himself up in the shower, getting every crack and crevice squeaky clean, he thought about all that Celestia's assistant had revealed to him.

Who knew such a pristine, influential, and elegant pony could be so...kinky? He would never have imagined it. As he stepped out of the shower to dry himself off, he was met by one of the other guards, Corporal Skylar. She smirked as she looked down at his goods, then said, "I hear you got duty in the Palace, Private. You think you're ready for such an assignment?"

He shrugged. "I hope so." He gazed at her as she began to disrobe and step into her shower. "So, you know about this sort of duty?"

She smirked. "I know every female there dresses like a slut. Celestia leads by example, from what I hear."

"Have you ever guarded her?"

Skylar shook her head as she plunged herself under the steaming water. "Not my cup of tea. I prefer hard dick to soft pussies." She looked over her shoulder at him as she soaped herself. "While we're talking about it, you have a nice package, Private," she purred.

He cleared his throat noisily and finished drying. "Yes, well, I'd best be going. Can't keep her Majesty waiting."

She stuck out her bottom lip. "Maybe next time. You don't know what you're missing."

He quickly grabbed his clothes and beat it out of the coed bathroom before he got too hard.

After polishing his armor, he carefully donned each piece, then checked his spear. The tip was gleaming and sharp, the handle smooth and fit into his gloved hands perfectly.

He hoped he'd never have to use it.

His personal spear (wink wink nudge nudge), on the other hand, he hoped would be seeing a lot more use, perhaps tonight! He made his way to his post with a spring in his step, nodded briefly to the guard going off duty, and positioned himself before his Monarch's bedroom. Then he waited.

And waited.

And continued to wait. The minutes turned into hours, and he could hear no movement coming from behind the closed doors to his back. He wondered if she was really in there?

As he stood there musing, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye and was quickly alert. Somepony had just peeked around the corner and swiftly drew their head back. At once, he assumed a fighting stance and yelled, "Who goes there?!"

A quiet voice said, "Me," then a very short mare carrying a tray with a glass full of what looked like juice came shyly around the corner. Like all the other females he'd seen here, she was wearing alluring attire: a short skirt, dark stockings that came midthigh, and an amazing rack. She, however, looked down at the ground as she approached him holding the tray in one hand while trying to pull her skirt down in a vain attempt to cover herself with the other. She stopped a few paces in front of him, held out the tray, and said, "Here's your pineapple juice."

He looked down at her. "I didn't order this."

She kept trying to pull her skirt down in front of her as she answered, "It's by Her Majesty's orders."

"Oh. Why does she want me to drink this?"

The mare blushed and said, "I'm sure you know." She finally looked up at him. "Just take it, please."

He took the glass and said, "I really don't know, but if Her Majesty wishes it, that's good enough for me." When he took the glass, she used the tray to cover herself and looked down again.

"Please drink it now. I need to get back to work."

He shrugged and then finished it off in a couple of massive gulps, then handed the glass back to her. "Thanks."

She nodded and said, "See you tomorrow night." Before he could ask her what she meant by that, she'd turned and walked away. She must have felt his eyes on her ass, for she then took the tray and covered it until she'd turned the corner.

"A shy mare...in this place," he mused to himself. She didn't look at all comfortable in the stuff she was wearing, so it made him wonder if that was required dress, or was it a matter of taste. Judging by what he'd seen so far, he didn't think the mares much minded being ogled by every male in the palace, with this one being the lone exception.

Just then the door opened behind him, and he quickly became alert and turned to look. There, standing before him in a very sheer nightgown, was her Majesty. He did his best not to stare, but it was near impossible with the way her nipples were protruding from the fabric...and the fact she was wearing a garter belt and dark stockings, but nothing else. She was a head taller than him, so it left her amazing rack at eye level. He cleared his throat.

"Good evening, your Highness. Is there something you need?"

She smiled down at him and said in a very throaty voice, "Oh no, nothing. I just wanted to see who was guarding my body this night." She smiled again.

A bead of sweat trickled down his brow. "H...happy to do so, your Highness."

"Glad to hear." She turned and began to close her door, then stopped and said, "I do have a question for you, Private." She bent over at the waist and pulled the fabric tight along her butt. "Does this outfit make my ass look big?"

He stared down at her perfect ass, unable to speak. She smiled one last time. "That's what I thought." She then closed the door.

The next night found him at his post once again. He tried to keep his thoughts professional, but the knowledge that just beyond the door behind him was the most desirable mare he'd ever seen, probably semi-clad as he'd seen her the night before, caused him to harden and shift uncomfortably in his armor. He'd made up his mind if she appeared again like she'd done, only to leave him frustrated and wanting, he'd "take care" of himself later.

It was the only way he saw to keep his sanity.

As he stood there musing, he heard movement again approaching from down the hall. He shifted his spear to the ready position, preparing to meet the threat, when there appeared the same shy mare from last night, again bearing a tray of juice. She kept her eyes focused on the polished floor as she walked up to him, and handed him his juice without a word. He managed a "thank you" and downed the drink, giving her a tentative smile as he placed the glass back on her tray.

As she turned to go, she stopped and faced him again. "I'm not going to suck your cock."

"E...excuse me?"

She jutted her chin out and said, "You heard me! I'm not going to suck your cock, no matter how tasty the juice makes your cum. So you can forget it!"

"I...I didn't..."

"Honestly! Is that all you males can think of?!" She turned with a huff and with her nose in the air, sauntered off, heels clicking and panties juuuust visible under her short skirt. As she began to turn the corner, she gave him one last look over her shoulder, then licked her lips. Then she was gone.

He stood there, shocked. "What just happened?"

It was with some trepidation he resumed his post the following night. That mare was clearly a couple bricks shy of a load, so he wasn't looking forward to seeing her again. Sure enough, right at the stroke of ten, she appeared, carrying the same tumbler of juice. He tried a smile but didn't speak as he took the glass and downed it. He wanted to ask her about the remark she'd made about "tasty cum" but he didn't want to engage her in conversation. Who knew what tangent she'd fly off on this time? She didn't speak either, and he breathed a huge sigh of relief when she turned and began to walk away.

Big mistake.

"What did you say?" She'd stopped and was looking over her shoulder at him.

"Umm...nothing. I didn't say anything."

She fully turned to face him. "So, I'm a liar? I heard you!" She walked back up to him and poked him in the chest. "Who do you think you are?!"

At this, he scowled down at her and said, "Look, you crazy bitch, I'm just doing my job! I can't help if you take everything out of context, and I won't be subject to any more of your rants! Take a hike!"

She placed one of her hands on her hips, held onto the tray and empty glass with the other, then drew herself up to her full diminutive height. "I'm not crazy! I just don't like males like YOU who think they can get whatever they want from a mare just because they're handsome!"

At this, his anger lessened somewhat and he said, "You...think I'm handsome?"

"Oh sure, like you don't know!" She turned on her heel and stomped away. "I don't have time for this..."

He watched her leave, his eyes drawn to her sweet ass as it bounced away. He imagined what it would be like to bury himself inside her and make her scream, despite the advice his Dad had given him years ago: "Never stick your dick in crazy."

"Sorry, Dad...I gotta do it."