Celestia picked up her teacup, taking a dainty sip to start her day off right.
A number of reports were laid out before her, telling stories about the affairs of her nation in the driest manner imaginable. Leave it to bureaucrats to reduce the thousands of tales told across Equestria into nothing more than dollar figures and resources etched in upon some endlessly scrolling ledger.
Still, she was thankful for today as the reports were light, most of the details handled by the many cogs in the machine which allowed for her Kingdom to flourish. It was nice to actually have a light load for once, especially when she’d be busy for most of the day.
She took another sip of tea, scribbling a few notes within the margins of one such report. It took no longer than twenty minutes to review her draft and maybe another ten to handle the few responses that would prove necessary for her to personally oversee.
When she was finished, she then grabbed a little bell next to her workstation and gave it a jingle. As she did so, the bell glowed yellow, sending its chime away on the wind and towards the pony she was attempting to summon.
A moment later, the door to her bedchamber opened and one of her royal guards stepped inside. He marched forward resolutely, looking far too serious for Celestia’s liking.
“Polaris,” she greeted. “How have you been?”
“Good, ma’am,” he replied in that curt military manner that was so common amongst her closest aids.
“That’s very good to hear,” Celestia said.
She placed the documents she’d been working on in an envelope and sealed it with a magic stamp. However, she did not hand it to Polaris immediately, instead letting it rest upon the table with a single finger holding it in place.
“My work day has proved to be rather short,” Celestia offered.
“Is that so?” Polaris asked.
He stood so stiff before her, unwilling to betray even a hint of emotion.
Celestia nodded. “And I was thinking that today may prove to be a wonderful opportunity to visit my guard’s barracks.” She smirked, allowing herself a sly little smoulder. “You know, to improve morale and what not.”
Now this did actually earn her the thinnest of smiles from the stallion. “Is that so? I think that would be a wonderful idea, Your Majesty?”
“Do you think the colts would enjoy it?” Celestia asked.
“I think they’d like it quite a bit, ma’am,” Polaris replied.
“Wonderful then I’ll make a note to head down there in a little while,” Celestia said, only now tapping a single finger against the envelope. “Now I do need this delivered to the Ministers. But before that happens, I was wondering if I could offer you a cup of tea?”
“Tea?” Polaris asked, cocking a brow.
Celestia nodded to the seat across from her and then sparked her horn, using her mana to draw forth another cup and a matching saucer, placing them both down upon the table. She didn’t wait for him to accept or decline her offer before motioning towards it.
After all, no one would ever decline one of her invitations.
Polaris took a seat, looking so awfully rigid in his unforgiving armour.
Celestia smiled at him and picked up her tea pot, filling his cup with the same slightly greenish liquid as her own.
“Peppermint,” Celestia commented, looking up at him. “My second pot of the day is usually an herbal blend of some sort.”
Polaris nodded and carefully picked up the cup, bringing it to his snout and drawing in a deep breath through his nose.
“It smells nice,” he said.
Celestia nodded. “Would you like to be let in on a little palace secret?”
“What’s that, Your Majesty?” Polaris replied.
Celestia made a show of looking left and then right, ensuring that there were no ponies listening in on this most secretive of conversations. She then leaned forwards and Polaris did the same, looking so wonderfully attentive.
“My teas are usually all no name store brands,” Celestia teased. “The kitchen staff doesn’t think that I know, but well…” She took another sip and winked at the stallion. “I’m wiser than them by very many centuries.”
Polaris actually smiled at this, letting out a low rumble of laughter. “No way.”
Celestia nodded. “Just popped right off the shelf of whatever bulk food retailer they do all of their shopping at.” She smirked. “But I suppose that the palace does need to display thrift on certain occasions and this isn’t a particularly egregious means of saving money.”
The conversation tapered off for a moment and Polaris looked off to the side, surveying the balcony view that Celestia enjoyed. The whole city was present to her, glimmering like the most extravagant jewel in her collection
“Was there something that you wanted to talk about, ma’am?” Polaris finally asked.
Celestia nodded. “There is but I’m just trying to build up the courage to ask it.” She drew in a breath and let it out slowly, taking a few moments to finally find the strength of character to do so. “Captain Sirius resigned from his post a couple days ago.”
Polaris looked her in the eye. “I see.”
“And I’ve been trying to think of what pony would be the best fit to replace him as the head of my personal guard,” Celestia stated, motioning with her hand. “And well, I was wondering if you’d be interested in fulfilling all of his duties?”
Polaris’ eyes widened. “You’d like me to become the Captain of the Solar Guard?”
“If you’re so inclined,” Celestia answered, gesturing towards him. “I don’t wish to burden you with a position that you wouldn’t wish to inhabit.” She smirked. “Though I can assure you that the benefits package is rather nice: extra pay, a more generous contribution to your retirement funds, and a closeness with me that few ponies are ever fortunate enough to acquire.”
Polaris nodded. “I do remember hearing rumbles about your relationship with the Captain of the Guard.”
“Ponies are creatures that do need company to keep themselves sane,” Celestia answered.
She looked up at Polaris and reached across the table, taking his hand within her own. The stallion seemed perplexed by the offer, troubled by it even.
“I can understand…” Celestia sighed, looking off to the side and working her jaw. “I can understand that certain stallions may view this position as more akin to prostitution than something honourable but I just want to be out right and state my desire to see you take this role above any of your peers.”
Polaris snorted. “The fucking you part isn’t an issue, Your Majesty, I was mostly concerned with the additional duties that I’d be destined to perform when it came to the maintenance and command of your guard.”
Celestia’s cheeks warmed and she decided to hide such mortal reactions behind her cup as she took a nice long sip of tea.
“I could probably convince Sirius to stay on in an advisory capacity,” she explained. “Just long enough to give you the rundown on his methods of leadership. There is also the Royal Archives which are accessible and contain transcripts from all of your predecessors who were extremely detailed on their methods and rituals.”
She delicately placed her cup down and rested her elbows upon the table, perching her snout within her open hands as she smiled at the stallion.
“Then I suppose I would have to accept such a post in that case,” Polaris said, flashing a cheeky smile. “Though I’m sure that you were already well aware that was going to be my answer. Or am I mistaken?”
“Regardless of the rumours, I don’t have omnipresent qualities,” Celestia teased, winking at him. “I am just especially good at reading ponies, is all.”
She drew away from the table and stood up, making her way towards the palace’s balcony. As she leaned against it, she glanced back at Polaris and smiled at him.
“Still, before I throw myself to your subordinates, I do owe you the privilege of getting first dibs upon me,” Celestia said.
Her horn glowed and a magical breeze soon formed as it tugged upon her apparel. Her lovely gown, made of a silky white thread, was torn from her body and dissipated back into the ether as if it had never existed in the first place. There were no garments underneath, not so much as an inch of fabric, meaning that she was now as bare as the day that she had been born.
Polaris consumed her with his gaze, his eyes widening at the sight of her.
Celestia winked at him. “Are you a passive or dominant kind of stallion, Polaris?”
“I can be whatever you want me to be,” Polaris answered.
Celestia snorted. “That is a very passive answer, Sir. Though I suppose there are worse answers to provide.”
She pushed away from the balcony and turned to face him, showing off her fantastic, godlike body. She was thick and plush with plenty of cushion for a stallion to grab a hold of. Her breasts were large and pillowy, perfect for someone to rest their head upon.
Her coat was so inviting, comforting, much like her presence upon this world.
“What I’m looking for today is a stallion who is willing to take control and prove that he has earned his post,” Celestia explained, flashing a coy little smile. “So why don’t you prove to me that you are that kind of stallion.”
Polaris stood up and smiled, offering a half bow. “As you wish, Your Majesty.”
He approached her in a couple of strides, appraising her naked body as he did so.
Celestia recognized his expression, knowing it well. He was clearly calculating the best means of accomplishing the mission that she had set out for him. A certain heat flourished within her, wondering how he would do such a thing.
Polaris was finally within reached and he grabbed her horn, using it for leverage to push her down onto her knees. She willingly sank before him, her face now level with the armour that covered his crotch.
“Would you mind…” he began.
Celestia smirked. “Of course, Sir.”
She reached out and started to fiddle with his lower armour, removing it with a practiced ease. This was not her first time removing the plate legs of a royal guard, nor would it be her last time doing such a thing either.
The metal fell away and Celestia placed it carefully upon the concrete of her balcony.
Underneath the armour was a simple pair of trousers and she tugged them down along with the boxers that were nestled underneath. An impressive cock lingered beneath all of Polaris’ attire and it sprung forth with a pent-up glee, hanging heavy within the air.
Celestia couldn’t help but take it within her hand, gently stroking it.
It would seem that her little bit of teasing had enticed the stallion as there was already a heavy droplet of pre building up upon the very tip of his pride. This bead of liquid glistened in the early day light, shimmering under her eternal sun.
Celestia couldn’t help herself as she leaned forwards, lapping it up with an unrestrained glee. She savoured the stallion’s taste, moaning as it touched her tongue. There was nothing more appetizing than the intersection of utter depravity and masculinity coming together into one singularly depraved taste.
“May I, Sir?” Celestia asked, batting her lashes at Polaris.
Polaris smirked. “May you what?” He snorted. “I still expect you to use your words.”
“May I please suck your cock?” Celestia tried again, feeling her cheeks warm. “I would really like to suck your cock.”
“And why would you like to do that?” Polaris asked.
Celestia bit her lip. “Because I love the taste of it and… I do love how degrading it is to have a stallion fuck my face before I am set to commence with important diplomatic endeavours. She licked her lips now, winking at him in an attempt to seem even more enticing. “I also love gagging on a proper stallion as I choke upon his pride.” She winked at him, grinning with bratty glee. “Is that a fitting enough description of what I’m looking for or do you require more from me before I am allowed this gift?”
Polaris hummed as if seriously pondering this. Though this lasted for only a moment. “I suppose that will have to do.”
He tugged upon her horn and guided her towards the tip of his erection.
Celestia took the hint and parted her lips, taking the unflared tip between them. She rolled her tongue around his pride and bobbed along him in curt little motions, constrained by the grip upon her horn.
Still, she savoured the experience, enjoying having a fresh cock upon her palate. It would seem that her selection had been wise, her choice of stallion being that of the highest quality imaginable.
She reached forth and gently cupped his balls, massaging them in the palm of her hand. This brought forth a faint moan from her companion, a guttural groan of the utmost pleasure and satisfaction.
Polaris’ grip had weakened and Celestia took immediate advantage of that. She bobbed along at her own incentive, pressing deeper and deeper with every successive motion of her head. There was a possessive quality about her, wanting to get this entire thing lodged deep within her throat.
She could feel the tip tickle at the edge of her airway, resulting in a guttural gagging sound from her. Though she fought through such frivolous weakness and continued on her quest, not slowing as she tried to push herself deeper and deeper still.
She eventually took him into her throat, giving him brain with quite some efficiency. It was nice to have a stallion nestled there, filling Celestia with a rather accomplished vibe. Though another sensation started to mount within her, as well, one of impending breathlessness as she was effectively denied the air that she needed to well… stay conscious.
Still, Celestia was a respectable mare, a grand whore who refused to budge until her suitor desired her to do so.
Instead, she swirled her tongue around, gagging and suckling all the while. There was little she could really do with him wedged down her throat in such a manner. Though what she could actually manage, she achieved with unrestrained glee.
Her hand slid away from his sack and her horn soon glowed, covering two of her digits in a slick lubricated shroud of mana.
Polaris seemed confused for a moment and Celestia took advantage of that. She pressed these two fingers against his pucker and slipped them all the way inside, plunging herself into him nice and deep.
Her suitor drew in a breath in response and shuddered with an almost electric glee.
“You sneaky bitch,” he teased.
There was no real hostility behind his woods. She knew her guards well and knew they sometimes partook in a little intradisciplinary stress relief amongst themselves. As such, this would not be a foreign sensation to him.
Celestia ventured around inside of her companion, poking and prodding, searching for something inside. It took a bit of work but she eventually found it, pushing two fingers against the tight little bundle of nerves inside of his rump.
“Fuck,” Polaris hissed. “I don’t think I can last much…”
He grunted but the final fragment of his sentence was easy enough to pick up on. This was a stallion balancing upon the edge, ready to stumble and plunge into the very depths of release.
Still, that didn’t dissuade Celestia in the slightest. She desired his seed and wanted to experience both his satisfaction and pleasure. So, she continued with her two-front assault, gagging upon his shaft while prodding at his prostate with no reluctance nor reservation to her actions.
Slowly, Polaris started to rock his hips and pump his shaft between her plush lips. He kept his distance to a minimum, only drawing a couple inches back before pushing forwards and clapping his pelvis firmly against her lips.
Celestia could sense that he wasn’t going to last much longer. She could feel it in the way his cock twitched and in the way that his pulse hammered through his dick. It was a message relayed in the slight hitch in his breathing as he inhaled so shakily and the way that his body quivered with a latent fatigue. Centuries of sucking cock had trained her for this, giving her an unrivalled expertise in this uniquely slutty department.
So, she wasn’t surprised in the slightest as Polaris slammed her down to the very base of his erection. His cock twitched one final time and his rump clenched tightly around her fingers. Soon, the first strand of his virality erupted from the tip. She drank from it like a willing trollop, guzzling down the generous ration.
The second and third spurts were of a lesser quality, coming one after another in quick succession. Regardless, Celestia drank from them with an eager glee, enjoying them just as much as the first.
Finally, Polaris let go of her horn and drew back, pulling out of her mouth with a lewd slurp of fluids. His cock was drenched in a solid layer of raw filth and a web of depravity connected his rapidly fading pride with her lips.
He drew in a shaky breath and ran a hand through his mane. “That was…” He scoffed. “Passable.”
“Passable?” Celestia teased, wiping at her lips with the back of her own hand. The salty taste and earthy smells were still so prevalent upon the very air itself. “And dare I ask what I could’ve done better?”
Polaris hummed. “Well first off you left quite the mess behind upon my cock and haven’t even cleaned it off yet. Which honestly, I find rather rude of you.”
Celestia pouted. “Well, I assumed that you would realize that you have a very useful face to rub it clean on. You know, the face that just happens to be kneeling right in front of you.”
“Yes, how silly of me,” Polaris chided, scoffing as he shook his head. “Well, I shall rectify that little mistake immediately.”
He grabbed her horn once again and this time used his other hand to hold his cock steady. Then he started to wipe it off upon Celestia’s complexion, spreading the crude slickness upon her cheek and lips. It only added to the potent essence that lingered upon the air, making both the taste and smell that much more prevalent.
Still, it didn’t seem that he was content with just fouling up her face. Instead, he spread the filth further by wiping the last little dribble off upon her tits.
Only then did he sigh in relief.
Celestia very much enjoyed the stickiness and crude texture of Polaris’ seed upon her coat. It had a certain quality to it that acted as a depraved perfume. She made no attempt to wipe it off, merely smiling at him with a cock drunk glee.
“Any other complaints about my performance?” she asked.
Polaris smirked. “Like I said, it was very passable. Good depth, tempo, and speed. Really there’s nothing that I can complain about nor critique.” He sighed. “Though I really need to…” He promptly flushed and looked off to the side, scratching at the underside of his snout. “Sorry, sorry, that probably isn’t something to mention around polite company.”
“You need to what?” Celestia asked, smirking. She may or may not have had a pretty good idea about what he was going to say.
Polaris blew a puff of air into his cheek. “Go for a piss.”
Celestia went half lidded and opened her mouth, nice and wide, sticking out her tongue for good measure.
Polaris looked at her for a moment, seeming confused. That is until what she had in mind finally clicked with him.
“I’m not going to piss on you!” he yelped.
Celestia smirked as she pulled her tongue back into her mouth. “Why not?”
“Because that would be weird and I’m pretty sure that is like a million different kinds of sacrilege,” Polaris replied. “It’s just…”
“Is it really sacrilege if your God Princess is offering it to you?” Celestia asked. “In my opinion that sounds more like she’s extracting a tribute that you’re more than capable of providing.”
“It’s like pissing on… on…” Polaris flicked his wrist as he motioned at her. “I don’t know, it’s just really fucking weird.”
“Welcome to being the Captain of the Solar Guard,” Celestia teased, giving her eyes a pronounced role. “Half of the job is trying to deal with my incredibly ambitious sex drive.” She drew in a breath and huffed. “Now are you going to piss on me or what?”
Polaris looked at her for a moment before nodding to himself.
“Fuck it, if I’m already going to hell already,” he grumbled.
Celestia snickered. “That’s the spirit.”
Once more, she opened her mouth, nice and wide, closing her eyes at the same time. She waited patiently, hearing Polaris shuffle about and try to will himself into pissing. His reluctance was adorable in a way, betraying a certain innocence that she had not encountered since Sirius took this very same post a few decades prior.
Suddenly, Polaris sighed and the rich fluid erupted forth and splashed against Celestia’s tongue. His aim wasn’t particularly great and she felt the stream divert and drench other parts of her complexion as well, tarnishing her cheek and chest with his golden stream before he managed to gain control over his aim once more.
Still, the vast majority landed upon her tongue, gracing it with the warm and salty tasting fluid. It was a depraved taste, a strong one, but one that she showed no issue with guzzling down, joining one hot liquid with another inside of her belly.
The scent was as divine and powerful as his cum, furthering that humiliated little tingle at the very back of her mind. There was just something so fantastic about being put so utterly in one’s place. She was on her knees, covered in piss, cum, and other less savoury fluids, servicing a stallion who she had just made her closest advisor.
It was grand to be debased, used, fucked like some two-bit whore in one of those cheap hostels near the train depot. She wondered briefly if she could make a go at that kind of work but knew that the fantasy was more powerful than the reality could ever hope to achieve.
Still, her lower lips felt warm and she started to rub at them, sating some of her own personal desires with the edge of two fingers. It turned out multiple centuries of living brought about all sorts of strange little ticks to her psyche.
Sadly, Polaris didn’t have much endurance in this venue, his stream soon reduced to a mere trickle. Thankfully, he did at least have the thought process necessary in order to ensure that this last little dribble ended up upon her and not the floor instead. After all, no one wanted to clean piss off of her balcony.
Celestia finally opened her eyes while also closing her mouth, swallowing the last little vestige of his depravity before smiling at him.
“See,” she teased. “I knew you’d find a way to sate that terrible little kink in me.”
“Am I going to hell now?” Polaris joked.
Celestia smirked. “Probably. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to speak with those on the other side to find out what exactly is and isn’t a crime in the afterlife.”
“I’ll take my chances,” Polaris said, snorting. “Hopefully they’ll be accepting of individuals who attempt to make their monarch happy.”
Celestia stood back up, looking down at herself as she did so. Her coat was covered in a murky combination of gooey white and thin yellows, an utter depraved combination of colours for a pony of her stature to be wearing.
Instead of shying back inside, she instead leaned over the edge of her balcony and looked out upon the city of Canterlot below. It was a dare, wondering if any of her citizens would bother to look up and notice their most esteemed monarch was going tits out while covered in all sorts of crude bodily fluids.
Sadly, the ponies of her town rarely did agree with her exhibitionist fantasies, keeping their gaze firmly affixed to the ground below. It was a shame, really, who wouldn’t want to look up and appreciate the divine beauty of their royal whore.
“Was there anything else you required of me?” Polaris asked.
Celestia glanced towards him and offered a thin smile. “Well, there is the matter of how to present myself to your troops. After all, this is my first time greeting them on your behalf. So, I think it’s only fitting that you select the method by which I enter.”
Polaris pursed his lips together and nodded, going silent as he attempted to mull over these details.
“I think I have something in mind,” he finally said.
“Any chance you’ll let me know what it is?” Celestia asked.
Polaris smirked. “Knowing you, I think you’d appreciate the surprise.”
Celestia chuckled and made her way towards the door which led into her quarters. “You are a shockingly fast learner, Polaris.”
“I’m now the official squeeze of the most powerful mare in Equestria,” Polaris explained, shrugging. “What else is there to know?”
“Well, you’re also the Captain of my Guard,” Celestia stated.
Polaris waved his hand. “Details, details.”
“Anyways,” Celestia said, slipping inside. “You figure out an idea while I go and take a shower, okay?”
Polaris held up a hand, making her pause. “Don’t.”
Celestia stopped for a moment and cocked a brow, wanting to see what he had in mind.
“Don’t take a shower,” Polaris instructed, wagging a finger at her before touching it to his chin. “I think I have just the right thing in mind.”
Celestia’s world was now a blackish void, constrained on all sides by the hardy wooden crate that lingered over top of her. She could sense movement, knowing that she was being guided throughout her castle but had no idea where her current location was.
She squirmed and attempted to draw back but both her arms and neck were currently locked in place by a sturdy stockade that bound her tightly. A situation that could not be remedied with magic as an archaic little runic artifact rested upon the base of her horn.
She couldn’t speak nor make a singular noise as there was a gag in her mouth. Hell, she could barely even breathe considering how long the dildo currently crammed down her throat was. It acted as a very effective means of muffling her, offering only the barest amount of space to save her from suffocating.
So, all she could really do was go limp and allow the situation to unfold around her. Not that she really wanted to get away from this. In fact, her desire for this scenario was currently driving her onwards, making her crave what was about to unfold.
Her mind was occupied with the thoughts of stallions, of a buffet of fit bodies that were set on using a mare of her lesser stature. She craved the idea of cum inside her holes, of welts upon her body, of piss coating her hide in literal sheets.
Oh, how the tabloids would have a field day if only a wisp of what was about to unfold were to ever reach their eager ears.
There was a grunt from Polaris as he turned her away from the tilled halls and onto the rough cobblestone that led to the guard’s barracks. They were close, very close now. Even while blinded, Celestia could tell, having walked these halls a thousand times before.
“What’s that?” one of the guards asked.
Polaris chuckled and came to a stop. “Decided to bring you guys a little something to help lighten the mood.” He snorted, adding, as if it were an afterthought. “Also, I got promoted to Captain of the Solar Guard.”
“About time that Sirius retired,” another of the guards added before pausing for a moment. “Err… Sir.”
The first unknown guard chuckled. “Yeah, I don’t know why Celestia kept that old dog around for as long as she did. If you ask me…”
Polaris loudly cleared his throat. “Now, now, you uh… you might want to watch what you’re about to say, trooper.”
There was a moment of silence and then a collective ‘oh’ from the two guards present.
“So, she decided to grace us with her presence then?” the first guard asked, a knowing edge lingering in the fringes of his voice. He tapped the box for good measure. “Hope you’re doing okay, Your Majesty.”
The second guard chuckled.
Polaris gripped the crate that covered Celestia and lifted it away, revealing her to the room of stallions at large. There were six of them in total, not even close to her entire retinue but she assumed that a good portion of them were attending to more official duties. Still, the ones present were a good start. They were half dressed, offering their bodies for her to devour with her eyes.
Polaris cleared his throat. “Her Majesty has graciously offered herself to you in honour of my recent promotion.”
One of the guards whistled. “Looks like you already did a number on her.”
“I mean she’s got some pretty strange fetishes that she asked me to help her out with them,” Polaris answered, sighing as he held a hand to his chest. “And as a loyal patriot, I couldn’t possibly say no to her. I’m sure that you all understand.”
“Truly a valiant servant to the Kingdom,” another of the guards joked.
Celestia watched as the guards started to take position around her. They were eyeing her up like a piece of meat, hungry and more than a little pent up. Though considering all the weeks they had surely gone without stress relief, this only made sense. Those looks filled her with an intense lust, making her desire a quick conclusion to the foreplay and an even swifter start to the vicious lovemaking.
“Should I get the others?” one of the guards asked.
Polaris shook his head. “You six have fun, then go and replace the first guards you see. Can’t very well leave the palace unguarded just so you lot can get an easy nut inside of a cheap whore like our princess here.”
Celestia moaned at the title. It was such a simple phrase yet it was also so powerful. After all, a whore was the opposite of a princess, a whore was lowly, unlike herself. Yet, here she was, about to get violated by a whole retinue of stallions.
One of the stallions, who Celestia thought was Vega, approached and hooked a finger through the ring that was attached to the end of her dildo gag. He gave it a tug and started to pull it out of her mouth, doing so nice and slow.
His smugness soon gave way to legitimate awe as the sheer length of this toy became apparent. It was comparable to a well-endowed stallion in terms of both girth and length. Yet, she had taken it without complaint, merely making bedroom eyes with Vega as it finally slipped free from her lips.
“Fucking hell,” Vega whispered. “Not bad, Your Majesty.”
He placed it down upon a table and started to fiddle with what little attire he wore, stripping away his pants and undergarments. This stallion was not as well equipped as Polaris, in a carnal context, but he still possessed a respectable vitality about him.
Vega approached Celestia and braced his hands against the stockade, digging his fingers into the sturdy wood.
He then lined up the tip of his cock with the edge of Celestia’s ring gag. Though he didn’t quite push inside, not yet anyways.
“Permission to use this slut?” Vega asked, looking at Polaris. “Sir?”
Polaris snorted. “Go for it, trooper. There’s a reason I brought that thing along for you lot to enjoy. It’s meant to pleasure you, so don’t go asking anymore stupid questions about whether or not you can use it for its intended purpose.”
Vega chuckled and snapped off a playful salute. “Yes, Sir.”
He pushed forwards, slipping his cock through the ring gag and pressing it deep into Celestia’s mouth in one shockingly fluid motion. He didn’t slow as he started to buck his hips forwards, working his shaft deeper with every jerking movement of his hips. Further and further, he continued to go, not stopping until a generous portion of his cock was crammed deep inside of Celestia’s mouth, tickling at the very back of her throat.
Celestia worshipped the length she had access to, savouring the masculine flavours that it bore.
At the same time, another stallion took up position behind her, gripping her generous flanks and giving them a firm squeeze.
Celestia sighed in relief, loving the sensation of having her generous backside fondled in such a manner.
She wiggled it in an effort to seem even more enticing, hoping to allure this stallion into giving her his full undivided attention. It seemed to work as she soon felt the stallion’s cock against her flanks, rubbing back and forth as he grinded his length against her.
This colt was sizeable, powerful, a nice treat to start this little session off right. He soon drew his cock away. The absence lasted for only a moment as he soon pressed the tip of his cock against her lower lips, pushing the first few inches inside.
“Fuck, she’s soaking,” he commented.
Celestia thought that his name might’ve been Acrux though she was only partially sure of this fact. It was kind of hard to distinguish names when there was a cock violating both of her holes.
Acrux started to pump away, slowly at first, but building up to a respectable tempo after only a couple of thrusts. It wasn’t long before he was hammering into her like a piston, pounding away between her inviting folds.
Celestia started to moan though her notes of pleasure were sadly interrupted as Vega pressed into her throat, filling it full of his impressive girth. She started to gag upon it, feeling her airway burn and eyes water as she was suddenly denied the ability to even breathe.
Her distress only seemed to embolden Vega. He braced a hand upon the back of her head and held her tightly against his pelvis.
She didn’t resist, not at first. After all, she was an immortal who had a greater desire for semen than air.
Vega snorted. “Does this bitch even need to breathe?”
“She is immortal,” Polaris commented, studying her with a cruel smile “Though I wouldn’t go testing the limits of that too hard if I were you. Regicide would go over rather poorly on your midyear performance review.”
Vega nodded and drew back, pulling out of Celestia’s lips and allowing her a chance to catch her breath.
Celestia happily took it, gasping for air and spitting up the vile combination of fluids that had started to accumulate. With fresh breath in her lungs, she started to moan once again, her voice being ushered forth with every potent thrust into her pussy from the colt at her rear.
Her gaze was kept upon Vega’s cock, watching the way the stallion started to stroke it, gliding his hand along it in nice long motions. It was a cautious gesture, something meant to keep him hard but not risk spilling over the edge prematurely.
She tried to speak though the gag did an excellent job of reducing her words into an incoherent alphabet of grunts and groans.
Thankfully, Polaris seemed to pick up on what she needed and reached over, unhooking the ring gag and allowing her the freedom to speak once again.
Celestia worked her jaw, fighting through some of the stiffness that had built up over the last little while. She then threw off a playful smile, looking up at Vega.
She made a show of licking her lips, doing what she could to seem as enticing and lustful as possible “I can promise you that I’m not especially fragile, dear. So don’t be afraid to use my throat until you’ve had your fill.”
Vega flushed. “Of course, Your Majesty.”
“Please, please,” Celestia teased, shaking her head “I’m currently brought before you in bondage. I don’t think that we need to worry ourselves about using such official and verbose titles. You may address me as I am, as a simple whore.”
Polaris snorted. “Your Whorishness?”
She smiled and nodded towards him, letting him know to bring the gag back over.
He did so, reaffixing the ring between her lips and clipping it shut in the back. Then, for added measure, he lightly struck her across the cheek, ensuring that a nice ration of humiliation was burned into her redden complexion.
“Well, you heard the whore,” Polaris chided. “If she doesn’t want to be treated like a fragile maiden then I suppose we don’t have to treat her as such.” He snapped his fingers together. “Make sure this bitch breathes cum by the time that we’re finished with her. Am I understood?”
Vega snorted and shot off a playful salute before approaching Celestia once again with his cock still in hand.
He pressed himself back between her lips, managing to do so far easier due to the slickness that now coated his erection. With ease, he pounded between her lips, using them like a cheap fleshlight that could be bought at any adult store.
For added measure, he pinched Celestia’s nose shut. Not that he really needed to, considering he was already denying her steady breath as he violated her throat with some of his more ambitious thrusts. Though she enjoyed the sensation regardless, the humiliation being such a tantalizing treat. It was a daring thing, being unable to breathe and knowing that her ability to satisfy this stallion would be the only thing that could bring about her salvation.
Meanwhile, at her hindquarters, Acrux was starting to tarry. He was a virile and powerful stallion but even his ambitious reserves were starting to fade away with every stride of his hips. Thankfully, he was adept at his duties and had done a fair job of satisfying his Princess so far.
Though sadly he was still a stallion and cursed with their usual limited endurance for these activities.
He clapped her hips against her backside and let out a shaky breath, fatigued as his cock twitched and shot his virile nature deep into her needy little hole. His endurance lasted for only a few shaky seconds as he shot load after load into her. He filled her cunt and she could soon feel it ooze out of her in a delectable little cream pie.
After filling her with his seed, he reluctantly drew back, pulling his cock out with a satisfying slurp. Any lingering seed dripped out of her and onto the floor.
Only then did he move away, being promptly replaced by yet another stallion who didn’t seem to mind the fact that he was about to get sloppy seconds.
“Good job, Acrux,” Polaris said.
Celestia beamed as she realized she’d gotten his name right.
Polaris moved towards the door with him. “Now I want you to get in your armour and find the nearest guards to replace. We only have a few hours to get through the entire castle and there are an awful lot of stallions in need of relief. Do you understand me?”
“Yes Sir,” Acrux said.
Vega grunted, drawing Celestia’s attention back towards her mouth. Her throat ached and she became aware of the solid stream of tears which now tarnished her complexion, dampening her coat. It wasn’t the most ideal sensation to work through but she maintained a stiff upper lip regardless, not allowing her own needs to inhibit Vega’s pleasure in the slightest.
Already, the stallion had begun to tarry, weakening with every passing moment. He huffed through his nose and slammed forwards with reckless abandon.
Then finally, after one last burst of energy, he clapped his pelvis against her lips and lodged himself down her throat. He lingered for only a moment before spilling over the edge, crying out as he joined Acrux in the blissful release of climax.
Vega’s cum came splashing forth with an excited vitality, spilling out and filling her maw with all manner of depraved fluids. Celestia’s throat ached but she managed to guzzle them all down, enjoying this delectable, yet taboo, little treat.
The stallion lingered for only a moment before he pulled back, leaving her mouth like his companion had just done with her pussy. His cock slipped out and was covered in all sorts of crude fluids; a belch of them rupturing forth and spilling down her chin.
Webs of depravity linked his cock together with her lips and the potent scent of his masculinity wafted off of him, filling her nose as she desperately breathed. The essence was so addictive, toying with her grey matter.
Celestia savoured every aspect of this, feeling her mind start to slip from her one crude thought at a time. She giggled, actually giggled, in her depraved little state.
By the divine, was she getting cock drunk?
Vega gave her a confused look and seemed about ready to say something. Though before he managed to do so, a shrill whistle from Polaris seemed to bring him back to the moment.
“You had your fill, private,” Polaris instructed. “Get into your gear and find a fresh face to enjoy the celebrations with. We’re bleeding daylight here, folks, and Her Whorishness has informed me that she wants the entire guard to have their fill before she has to attend to some actual official duties later today.”
Vega threw off a playful salute. “Sir, yes Sir.”
With his departure a new guard\ approached, taking position behind her. She seemed to recall that his name was Arcturus and he seemed fit to even rival dear Polaris in terms of physical capabilities and carnal dimensions.
Then to her front, came a strong mare who studied Princess Celestia, being so woefully difficult to read. It was hard to tell if she was pleased or disgusted by the sight.
Celestia seemed to recall that her name was Lynx.
“Something the matter, Corporal?” Polaris asked.
Lynx snorted. “Just didn’t think that I’d ever get a chance to partake in something like this, Sir”
“Be assured that Celestia is a very capable muff diver,” Polaris dictated, giving his head a curt nod as he pointed his snout towards her. “She’s an equal opportunity kind of whore like that. She’s very forward-thinking.”
Lynx nodded, letting out a snort as she did so. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Sir.”
The mare started to remove her armour, showing off a burly and powerful body that could’ve rivalled any of her masculine comrades in terms of strength. She was built like a brickhouse with arms and thighs that surely would’ve been a challenge to wrap a single hand around.
Lynx reached down and grabbed her monarch’s horn, using it as leverage to pull her in and cram her face against her sex.
Celestia didn’t need any prodding to kick into gear, immediately driving her tongue inside, nice and deep. She swirled it around in tight little circles, roving and experimenting as she did so. She was far more familiar with stallions but wasn’t utterly foreign to the unique concerns of her female subjects either.
Her exploration paid off as a thin moan soon oozed forth from Lynx. She rewarded Celestia with a thin ration of her perverse fluids, the perfect little treat to wash away any lingering cum that still clung to the inside of her mouth.
Meanwhile, behind her, she felt a fat cock land between her flanks. The powerful stallion grinded it back and forth, warming himself up. This also gave Celestia an understanding of what she was about to get impaled upon. His cock was thick, sizeable, more than either of her prior companions had been equipped with.
She let out a faint moan and balled her hands into fists, waiting for it to slip inside.
Except it turned out that Arcturus may have had something else in mind as Celestia soon felt the coolness of a chilled lube drain down his cock and puddle upon her back. It made her shiver and moan against the cunt that she was currently devouring.
Lynx gave her a bit of space and she took the chance to catch her breath.
“Naughty boy,” Celestia quipped, glancing back at the stallion
Arcturus snorted. “I’d be insane not to take the opportunity to fuck my monarch’s ass.”
“Fair enough,” Celestia teased, rolling her eyes. “Just please ensure that I’m at least able to sit down at some point today. It would be rather awkward to stand throughout an entire diplomatic meeting. I’m sure you could appreciate that.”
“No promise,” Arcturus murmured.
And with that, he pressed into her backside, pushing himself in nice and slow. He advanced with shocking speed, caring little for her wellbeing as he pressed the first couple inches into her without reservation.
It was by no means a pleasant sensation but it was one which Celestia could handle. She even faked a whimper, wondering if that would trigger some sort of sadistic urge in her tormentors.
After all, sadism was always so much fun to play around with.
Arcturus chuckled. “What’s the matter, never been fucked in the ass before?”
He lashed out and slapped her across the backside, the blow landing firmly with a nice meaty thud that echoed throughout the space.
Celestia gasped, trying to hide the fact that he was doing exactly as she desired. Sure, it was a little manipulative but she might as well put her skills to good use.
Though this momentary lull made her realize that she was leaving her other task unattended. So, she crammed her face back against Lynx’s cunt, lapping away at her folds with unrestrained glee. Her tongue pressed forwards and flowed throughout her subject’s pussy, exploring those lips with an overwhelming eagerness.
Soon, she had developed a reliable rhythm, moving between all of the little spots that made her guard moan. There was a little cluster here and a few nerves there, all of them ushering forth a series of excitable reactions from the back of her ward’s throat.
Arcturus steeled himself, pumping forwards at a slow but steady pace. It took a bit of effort but slowly her rump seemed to adjust to their new companion. Before long, her hole became an eager participant, allowing her guard to pick up the pace, being aided by another generous spurt of lube.
The two fronted assault was intense but was something that Celestia was easily able to handle. She’d been in the midst of gangbangs long before either of these ponies’ bloodlines had even seen fit to take root within Equestrian society.
Lynx cursed under her breath and steeled her grip upon Celestia’s horn. She seized it like a vice and used it to pull her monarch in tight against her snatch. Not that Celestia really needed the incentive as her tongue didn’t tarry in the slightest.
In fact, she renewed her efforts, being fed by the lustful energy that was wafting off of the two of them. She channeled it into her work as this was really the only way that she could have any meaningful influence over current affairs.
Her lips glistened once again, dripping with lust. She could feel strands of her arousal start to leak free, mixing with the cum of her prior suitors.
Arcturus huffed and really started to hammer into her little hole, pounding away to his heart’s content. It was amazing how quickly he had managed to transform her into his personal sleeve. Every time he’d bottom out, he’d grunt while Celestia let out a breathy groan against the mare in front of her
“Keep doing that,” Lynx growled. “Her tongue feels amazing when you do that.”
Arcturus took those words and really started to hammer into her, the clap of his hips against her backside becoming a constant and unrelenting companion. Soon, there would be no slowing as he seemed crazed and driven by raw lust alone.
“Fuck!” Arcturus huffed. “Been ages since I got to fuck her royal ass.”
Polaris snorted. “We'll take the opportunity while it’s offered, trooper, because Celestia is a prime grade piece of meat.”
“Yes Sir!” Arcturus barked.
He dug his fingers into her rump, squeezing firmly and refusing to let go. With this leverage he started to trade speed for depth, slowing but still pumping more and more of his shaft into her with every successive thrust.
Celestia gasped and felt Lynx’s grip tighten. It was so strong at this point, forcing them tightly together. Every breath that Celestia took was heavy with the scent of lust as it mingled with the sheen of sweat which now clung to the guard’s coat.
Lynx steeled her jaw and let out a bark of pleasure, shuddering violently.
“I’m going to…” she began.
Though the sentence was cut short by a shrill gasp as the dams finally burst. A wash of fluids came gushing forth, curling against Celestia’s mouth and draining into her throat. She drank from them with a desperate glee, desiring both the taste of this rich essence while also not wanting to be drowned by such an unrelenting torrent.
At the same time, Arcturus’ tempo also slowed, falling away to little more than idle thrusting as he was evidently also on the final few miles of his own marathon struggle. The clap of hips grew less and less frequent, fading in violence, until finally, he pounded against her rump one final time.
Arcturus growled and his impressive cock twitched. Celestia could feel the rush of cum come flooding forth, filling her backside.
The three stood in limbo, panting for breath. Though the moment’s rest was just that, as Polaris soon whistled.
“Armour on and find your replacements,” he ordered.
The two ponies drew away after a brief affirmation to this command. Strands of lust hung heavy from Lynx’s lips as she pulled back. And Arcturus’ massive cock slipped free without any ceremony as an audible belch of fluids came gushing forth to join it, flooding out and draining along Celestia’s coat.
“Felt nice, Your Majesty,” Arcturus commented as he patted her on the rump.
And with that the two of them were off, just in time for another two guards to march inside.
“Hope you’re not getting too tired,” Polaris teased, looking down at Celestia. “You employ quite a few guards, Your Majesty”
Celestia picked up the tea cup, taking a dainty sip of something herbal with many fruity and spicy flavours lingering upon the fringes. It did very little to cleanse her palate of the abundant cum which had so recently corrupted it. Though at the very least, it was considerably less salty.
The warm drink was much like the bath she was currently submerged in. Both were greatly appreciated but had a minimal impact when it came to starving off the abundant aches and pains that fornication had brought about.
“Did you have fun?” Polaris asked.
Celestia nodded. “It was a much-needed distraction from having to deal with politicking.”
Polaris nodded and stood before the chair opposite of Celestia. It was adorable to witness how quickly all of the titles and hierarchy returned to their dynamic. Two hours ago, he’d led the logistics of a train of ponies upon her person. Now, he waited for the very simple order to even sit.
An order which Celestia decided not to withhold as motioned towards the chair with her hand.
Polaris bowed and took a seat within it.
“How are you feeling about your new post?” Celestia asked, placing her cup of tea aside.
Polaris smirked. “I’ll be honest, Your Majesty, it… it isn’t quite what I expected.”
“Nothing too bad, I hope,” Celestia teased.
Polaris shook his head.
“I do feel a little bad about throwing you right into some of your less savoury duties,” Celestia commented, sinking a little deeper into the water. “But… a mare does have needs and those needs do need to be attended to on occasion.”
“I understand,” Polaris quipped.
Celestia nodded. “And I will also say that you attended to those duties with the utmost professionalism.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty,” Polaris replied.
Celestia snorted and shook her head.
“What?” Polaris asked.
Celestia looked him in the eye. “You fucked my throat and then pissed down it, Polaris. I think we can take our relationship to a bit more of a first name basis going forwards.” She reached out and grabbed a loofa, dunking it into the water. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Of course… Celestia,” Polaris said, only sounding a little unsure of himself as he nodded to her request.
“Anyways…” Celestia pulled the loofa up and started to slather it with soap. “I think it’s time that we moved onto the actual duties of your new role.”
She twirled her finger through the air and opened one of the drawers on a nearby desk. Soon, a torrent of paperwork came forth, settling upon a table within the room. The stack was quite large, numbering many volumes.
Polaris’ eyes widened at the sight of it. A reaction which only made Celestia smirk.
“I’m afraid it isn’t all gangbangs and orgies,” she teased, running the loofa down the length of her arm. “But at the very least Sirius attended to most of this before he buggered off for his retirement. The most pressing matters are at the very top.”
“Wh-what?” Polaris asked.
Celestia shrugged. “Budget allocations, troop numbers, garrison requests. You know, the more official capacities of your new office.”
She rested her snout within her hands as she turned to look at him, smirking with a poorly concealed glee.
“But if you get those done, I’ll let you do whatever you’d like to me this evening,” Celestia teased, batting her lashes as she allowed a pure brattiness to overcome her complexion. It was a most unbecoming look for a monarch but she didn’t care. “How does that sound?”
Polaris snorted. “You really know how to toy with a stallion, don’t you?”
“I’ve had a rather long life and I’ve learned all sorts of interesting ways to mess with someone like yourself,” Celestia replied, sticking out her tongue at him. “Now be a good colt and take care of your responsibilities.”
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