Dat Ass...!

The next night Caramel was at his post, both dreading and looking forward to his meeting with the unhinged mare. He now had a clue as to why the Princess was having him drink so much pineapple juice and the thought of which filled him with anticipation, but at the same time, he wasn't looking forward to any more rants. Still, for a crazy, she had a bangin' body: huge tits for her size, smooth legs, and a bubble ass she didn't seem too shy about concealing anymore. He remembered her once licking her lips as she'd turned the corner a couple of nights ago, and this got him thinking she wasn't exactly adverse to them hooking up, despite her arguments to the contrary. He also remembered she thought of him as handsome, a fact he had every intention of exploiting!

Soon, he heard heels clicking on the floor, and he steeled himself for another confrontation. But then, an entirely different mare came around the corner, wearing a halter top and tiny skirt, a red mane and...and...freckles! He hid his aversion to her freckles as well as he could, while she smiled up at him through her glasses. "Good evening!" said she. "Here's your pineapple juice!"

He reached out and took it, muttering a "thanks." She waited patiently while he drank, then took the glass and started back on her way when he stopped her with a question. "Where's the other mare?"

She turned back to him. "Who?"

"You know...the one that usually brings me my drink."

Her face brightened. "Oh, you mean Dementia! She's got the night off!" She stepped closer to him. "I'm Rose."

He blinked at the name. " 'Dementia?' That's her name? Why am I not surprised?"

She giggled. "Yes, she's well known among the staff." She stepped even closer and lowered her voice. "Can I tell you a secret?" He nodded. She looked around before whispering, "She's really a nymphomaniac. She can barely control herself around stallions! She loves to suck cocks, get absolutely railed in her ass, it makes her even crazier! But I didn't tell you that!"

He smiled. "Good to know."

She stepped as close as she could and pressed her massive breasts against his chest. "But enough about her. I like stallions too..." she purred. She ran a finger along his crotch. " I bet you're nice, long, and thick. A mare could have a good time with you."

He started to stiffen but cleared his throat. "I'd love to, but I'm on duty."

She stuck out her bottom lip. "Pity." She bit her bottom lip as she gazed up at him, adjusted her overlarge glasses, and added, "Come see me when you're off duty. I'm in room 307." She turned and sauntered away, then looked over her shoulder at him and added, "Remember, room 307. I'll be waiting." Then she was gone.

Well, that was certainly something he'd look into! If all the mares were like this, he could see truly enjoying this post! He wondered briefly what he'd done to deserve this amount of luck, but then brushed the thought aside. "Don't question good times, son. Enjoy them while you can. The gods know we don't get them that often." Sage advice from his father, he mused. It was his day off tomorrow; maybe he would look her up...after seeing that crazy one. There was just something about her he found irresistible...probably thoughts of forbidden fruit and the like.

Just then there was movement behind him as the door opened. There, standing in another sheer nightie, was Her Majesty. She smiled down at him and said in a low voice, "Can you come in here for a moment? I want to talk to you."

He eagerly nodded. "Yes, Your Highness!" and followed her inside, closing the door after himself. He took a moment to watch her ass bounce as she made her way over to a couch, turned, and sat daintily down. She patted the cushion next to her.

"Please, have a seat."

This was it! the moment he'd been waiting for, at last! "Thank you, Your Majesty." He leaned his spear against a wall and sat down, as sweat began to slide down his forehead. Celestia noticed.

"Oh, my. Are you...nervous?" She twirled one finger around her ethereal mane and smiled again at him.

Caramel clasped his hands together to keep them from shaking. "Just...just a little, Your Highness. I've never been alone with you before."

She placed a hand on his knee and leaned forward. "Please, call me Celestia. In here, I'm just a mare."

His heart skipped a beat when she touched him, causing him to blurt out, "You are not just a mare, Celestia. You are the most beautiful mare I have ever seen."

She giggled. "You're very kind, Private Caramel." She gave his knee a squeeze then leaned back. "Do you know why you're here?"

He was struck dumb. If he said what his dick had been screaming at him for the past few minutes, would she get offended? But on the other hand, would it be wise to lie? He decided on the middle road. "I'm just waiting for you to tell me, Celestia."

She clapped her hands together. "Good answer! Here's another question: do you know why I've been supplying you with pineapple juice the past few nights?"

His dick gave a twinge and got even harder. "Um...it has something to do with the taste of my cum?"

She nodded. "That's correct." She looked down at the polished floor before her next words. "But it takes about a week for the full effect. How many days has it been?" She looked back up at him, and he could read the disappointment in her eyes.

He thought for a moment. "Three...?"

She sadly smiled. "Yes, that again is correct." She stood and towered over him. He got to his feet as well. "We'll continue this conversation in four days, alright?"

He felt a brief surge of anger but hid it well. "As you command, Celestia."

She pouted at him. "I can see you're upset. But don't worry: it will be worth it, I promise." She then drew slowly up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, then bent down and gave him the hottest kiss he'd ever experienced. She then stood back and gestured towards the door. "See you in four days. Don't forget your...spear."