Anything for My Princess

Over the course of the next two hours, Luna watched as Pip was used in various ways. She didn't have to step in very often, as the guards were very aware of what they needed to do and how they needed to do it. Even when she did step in, it didn't need to be more than a few words, at most.

She didn't leave her chair, of course. If she became too involved, she would feel sorry for Pip and stay her hoof, and this would stop being a representation of his actions having consequences, instead being a representation of how she would protect him no matter what. She would, of course, as she didn't actually wish him harm, but she couldn't risk encouraging his behaviour, as that would only make things worse.

She had made it so the guards would remain erect for the duration of the exercise, but she couldn't expect it to last forever. When she'd seen enough, she issued a simple order that this was to be their last run, and once they finished, they were to step away. The guards acknowledged the order, and with the black one lying on his back, thrusting up into Pip, who was jerking off the white and brown ones while sucking on the grey one, they tried to meter it out so they would all finish at the same time.

They were mildly successful in this, with a ninety second gap between the first pop and the last. Pip took one shot in his arse, and three plastered his face, which was now dripping and sticky. Letting him flop back onto the bed, the stallions one by one returned to the middle of the room, panting and sweaty. Two and a half hours had taken a large chunk of their stamina, but they had not yet been dismissed.

Pip didn't bother wiping his face. His body was sore all over, and all he wanted right now was to catch his breath. "Is it over?" he wheezed.

"For now, yes," answered Luna. She turned to the guards. "You may use my shower. Two at a time, I don't care which."

With a salute, the brown and white stallions filed into her bathroom and disrobed. The other two stood next to the bathroom door, awaiting further orders.

"How do you feel, Pip?"

"It hurts," he answered. "It started to feel good sometimes, but mostly, it hurts."

Luna closed her eyes. She was afraid of that. If he began to derive pleasure from this, it wouldn't work. Hopefully, the pain was enough of a deterrent.

"Is it almost sunup?" he asked.

"It's just past midnight," answered Luna. "Dawn is still quite a fair amount of time away."

Pip groaned loudly. "Did I at least pass the test?"

"We shall see in a moment," answered Luna. "In the interim, try to stand up."

With a series of grunts and jerking movements, Pip tried to sit up, and barring that, tried to roll onto his stomach to push himself up onto his hooves. Without a guard in the way, Luna could see the gape Pip had been left with trying to pull itself closed and leaking everywhere. She swallowed hard at the sight, reminding herself that this had to be done.

Pip turned around and jumped down to the floor, slipping and landing on his face. His hooves were still lubricated from the guards' cocks, and his shoulders and elbows were sore from the movements, both leading to this result. He stood back up and looked in Luna's direction, wiping his eyes and saluting as soon as he could see.

"I didn't want to have to do this, Pip."

"I know." Now that he was upright, his voice was rough and scratchy. He had definitely been damaged, but that would clear up fairly soon.

"I'm going to have you shower after the guards, and then you can go to bed. We'll pick this up again in the morning." That was a lie, of course. She would immediately walk into his dream and see what it was, and the guards knew that. But she couldn't warn Pip because this had to be a surprise inspection.

At her command, none of the guards went in to help him; only to watch him and make sure he scrubbed properly. After all, this was part of his test. If he were to continue as he imagined, and end up making his fantasies a reality, this was what he would be doing to his victims. If he couldn't understand it even after all of this, then he really will have failed.

Once he was clean, he stepped out and dried off, commenting to the guards about how soft the towels were, and how great they felt. He even mentioned how snuggly they were to Luna as he climbed up into bed. Thankfully, Luna's bed cleaned up very easily, so there wasn't a big puddle of the guards' ejaculate staining the covers. Even if there were, it would wash out easily enough.

Pip climbed into bed and curled up next to Luna as she lowered the lights. She didn't want them completely turned off, as they would be waking up again thirty minutes after falling asleep, regardless of what happened next. This was the real test. This would determine if Pip was allowed to keep his imagination.

Things immediately took a bad turn. As Pip was right next to her, his pull was exceptionally strong, and Luna was instantly brought next to his bed. They were at his house, which was the first sign that things were going wrong, but she was being held in place by six guards.

"I want what's best for my subjects," declared Pip, wearing a large crown and purple cape that matched his amethyst-studded scepter. "That's why I've designed this test to determine if you're worthy of being my queen."

The guards pulled Luna back and pushed her to the soft marble floor. Luna knew the average penis size of most stallions, and these ones were well outside the spectrum. Worse still, she had two of them in each hole, somehow not crowding each other.

To cap it all off, Pip was sitting off to the side, rubbing himself. This could be seen the same as what Luna had done to him, but she hadn't been enjoying herself. How could she, witnessing his torture? He had failed, and now she would have no choice but to snuff out the spark of joy and wonder in his heart. That hurt more than being crammed full of six massive cocks at once.