Royal Service

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After that intense lovemaking session in Flurry Heart's bedroom, the rest of the day was bound to be far more tame in comparison. With everypony's passion sated for now, the afternoon was indeed quite relaxed.

That suited Mist just fine, the small black maid preferring quiet, intimate moments to grand occasions. Even better, while the other servants cleaned the mess and replaced the sheets, Mist had the privilege of tending to her mistress.

It was a lovely, intimate task. Mist tended to the wounds left by the lash on the Princess' rump, washing them with a disinfecting wipe and applying a magical cream that would quickly erase any marks. She also gently wiped her mistress' most intimate parts, an act that never failed to arouse the smaller maid, especially that she was in heat herself.

Older than the Princess by a few years, Mist had loved her charge from the day of her birth. It was a one-way love, of course — Flurry Heart was certainly affectionate, but she didn't love Mist romantically — but that was okay: the little mare could spend all her time with her Princess, and even frequently made love to her.

As Mist tended to Flurry, the Princess spent her afternoon with her Ponyville friends, lounging on a couch and sharing tea. Cleanup obviously didn't take all day, but Flurry didn’t send her away, letting Mist indulge in pampering her to her heart's content. Mist didn't pay any mind to her mistress' conversation: simply hearing Flurry's happy, carefree tone was enough to be wonderful.

It's only after supper that the topic of the discussion caught the maid's attention. The same was true for the servants in attendance, a few of them even raising their ears to listen in.

"Well, I'll have to leave you two again tonight," the Princess was saying to the twins. "Of course, you're more than welcome to take a few of my servants with you for the night. Is there anypony you'd like?"

Getting bolder than the day before, Pumpkin Cake smiled cutely. "Um, yeah, actually… I'd like Seraph and Amethyst, please."

Mist felt a pinch of envy: the young unicorn was quite pretty, and the two stallions were lucky to bed her for the night. Oh, well… maybe Mist could warm Flurry's bed instead.

"And you, Pound?" Flurry asked. "Oh! Maybe you'd like to knock up another mare? Mist is in heat, if you want her."

Wait, what? Mist, thanks to a long practice of her mistress' mischievous side, managed to not gasp out loud, but she couldn't help but stiffen nonetheless. The Princess couldn't be serious, couldn't she? It had to be a prank, right?

Blushing, the maid managed to peek at the younger pegasus. He was beet red as well, yet there was an unmistakable longing in his stare.

"Y-Yeah, that sounds great!" Pound said, confirming Mist apprehensions.

At that moment, for the first time in her life, Mist considered using the super-secret safeword, which would signify without a shred of a doubt that she was NOT okay with this. The first syllable was on her lips, the air travelling from her lungs to voice her protest, but it never actually made it out of her mouth. Flurry Heart tenderly caressed Mist shiny, copper-colored mane, soothing her instantly. It was almost magical, though Mist knew her mistress well enough to know the alicorn didn't have that kind of power.

"Wonderful! Take good care of Pound… and maybe we'll be pregnant together." The Princess added a wink for good measure.

Well, that was an enticing idea. Mist glanced at Pound again, starting to accept that she would be servicing him that night, and that she would probably carry his foal as a result.

Mist was pretty nervous as she left to prepare herself. She had a fair bit of experience with stallions, but rarely one-on-one, and certainly never without protection. She didn't dislike Pound, but she wasn't attracted to him either. Still, she would do her best for him, because that's what her mistress wanted.

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An hour later, her mane and tail intricately adorned, Mist knocked on the door of Pound's bedchamber and entered the room. The younger pegasus smiled as he saw her.

"Woah, you look beautiful!"

That got a smile from the maid, who bowed politely. "Thank you, sir. Should I join you?"

"Yeah, please."

Mist climbed on the bed and joined Pound beneath the sheets. He immediately hugged her, pressing her body against his. Pound caressed the little maid, passing his hoof in her mane. He touched her cutie mark — a red velvet cupcake — as well, sending a pleasant shiver down her rump. Quite boldly, he caressed under her tail, almost touching her sex.

Figuring she needed to take some initiative, Mist kissed him, before asking, "Mister Pound, what do you want to do?"

Pound barely stifled a yawn, before looking quite embarrassed. "Sorry… Today was kinda exhausting. Maybe… we could have sex real quick before going to sleep? Though, uh, mind if I try something first?"

"Um, sure…? Whatever you want."

Smiling, Pound guided Mist to lay on her back, head prompted against the pillow. Then, he moved down her body, exploring her slim belly, trailing his muzzle through her luxurious, obsidian-black coat, until he dipped his snout in her pussy.

"Mmmh…"

Okay, well, this was quite fun. Pound kissed and licked her most intimate parts, Mist moaning appreciatively as he explored her sex. Already prepped thanks to her estrus, Mist's vulva took on a fresh sheen of moisture nonetheless. Pound's ministrations were quite amateurish compared to what Mist was used to from sharing the Princess' bed, but his sloppy licks were exciting still. He delved into her vagina and navigated around the nub of her clitoris, getting a few pleased coos in return.

Mist bent her spine as Pound inspected every nooks and crannies of her intimacy, her chest rising and falling erratically as his tongue chanced upon her more sensitive parts. Cunnilingus wasn't easy, however, and after a couple minutes a panting Pound Cake cuddled her again. Mist understood that was it for now. Pound kissed her, and she tasted her genitals on his lips.

At the same time, Mist felt Pound's erection on her belly. With some hesitation, Mist caressed it with her hoof, sensing the hard, veiny length under her frog. That was it: the tool that was going to impregnate her. At the base, two heavy balls were filled with semen just awaiting to be delivered in her fertile womb. With his own hoof, Pound guided his flare to her sex. Mist arched her spine and parted her legs to ease his entry, letting him violate her. Pound's cock slid easily in her vagina, his glans opening her tight canal.

Mist's breath quickened: even though she wasn't interested in stallions, having a penis inside her during her heat was very satisfying nonetheless. Deciding she might as well enjoy it, Mist closed her eyes and welcomed Pound inside herself.

"Aah…" With a bit of wiggling, Pound worked in his cock until her pussy kissed his sheath and his tip rested comfortably against her cervix. He stayed there a moment, sampling the comfort of her warm snatch around his stallionhood, the firm member pulsating alongside his heartbeat within the smaller mare.

Pound pulled Mist close. The maid buried her face in his neck, while he tenderly nibbled her ears. The pegasus started a slow back and forth, pulling his penis a few inches out of Mist before diving back in her honeypot.

Mist cooed. She'd hadn't expected Pound to be so gentle in his mating. Adding to the earlier oral stimulation, the tender lovemaking built up her own desire. Her instincts demanding more, Mist moved in tandem with her partner, using what little wiggle room she had trapped underneath him to rock up and down.

Soon, Pound increased the speed and force of his penetrations. His testicles bounced freely against Mist's tailhole, adding to their mutual pleasure with every bump. Her engorged clit rubbed most satisfyingly against the thicker medial ring as it went in and out of her pussy.

"A-Aaah!" Her own climax took Mist by surprise. Her vagina contracted around Pound's cock, trying to keep it inside. The pegasus barely slowed down, however. He kept thrusting inside, determined to enjoy her convulsing sex to the end.

The continuous penetrations kept Mist on a plateau, prolonging her pleasure for several minutes. Of course, all this fun had a cost, and Pound was ready to claim his prize. He pushed deep into her, deeper than he had before. Mist whimpered as the younger stallion's glans forced her cervix.

Holding Mist firmly, his engorged flare lodged securely in her womb, Pound ejaculated. Mist closed her eyes as gooey cum gushed directly in her uterus.

That was it. He was doing it. He was really doing it. Pinning Mist under him, Pound was impregnating her. Unable to move, her mind unable to protest in the aftermath of her orgasm, Mist had no choice but to accept the foal Pound was planting within her womb. The creamy warmth of his seed spread inside her belly, soothing her heat with the promise she'd soon bring new life unto the world. The sensation overwhelmed all others, and Mist stayed still, feeling the penis in her vagina twitch as Pound happily emptied his balls and claimed her uterus without a care for her wellbeing or consent.

The stream eventually stopped, and Pound Cake relaxed, sighing contentedly as his penis softened in Mist's vagina. A slow trickle of sperm oozed around his member, though most stayed in the maid's uterus where it was needed. Finally, he pulled his flaccid cock from her pussy and rubbed his forehead on hers.

"Thank you," Pound dreamily whispered.

Mist absent-mindedly caressed her belly where she could feel Pound's sticky, fertile seed. "You're… welcome. I hope you liked it."

That last part was an understatement, of course; he'd just made her a mother: the least he could do was enjoy it!

Pound gave Mist a squeeze. "Yeah, that was amazing! You're wonderful, Mist…"

"I'm glad."

After a quick cleanup and a sweet cup of tea, Mist and Pound went to sleep together. The stallion soon began to snore a little, but Mist stayed awake awhile, trying to imagine what her foal would look like.

The Princess was certainly right about one thing, however: sharing their pregnancies would be a lot of fun. When Mist finally fell asleep, she had a little smile on her lips.