Confined With a Goddess

As the guard nervously raised his hoof to knock on the door, it swung open before his hoof could touch it. "Come in," came Luna's voice, beckoning him closer. With a nod, he crept into the room, the door slamming behind him. He was almost certain that he was going to be the next chair ornament, but he stepped closer to the throne, anyway.

Luna was enjoying a nice shoulder massage while she warmed her cock inside the throat of the guard that had failed in his task. "You have more questions?"

He nodded. "Y-yes, ma'am. Sorry to d-disturb you so f-f-frequently, ma'am."

"Stop shaking," she ordered. "We have brought you here to do a job. We would rather that you ask questions and do your job properly than shirk your responsibilities. That is why we have forgiven you for forgetting which days you are supposed to reset the island."

"And I'm really, really, really sorry about that."

"Just don't let it happen again."

He nodded. "Anyway, I was watching them today, and I started thinking... Maybe we should send them care packages?"

She looked up at him, raising her right eyebrow. "Excuse us?"

He swallowed hard. She was mad, now... He'd fucked up. "N-nevermind, I'm just... I'll learn my place..."

As he turned to leave, she grabbed him by the tail and brought him closer. "Tell us. Tell us what it is you wish to send them."

He fidgeted with his hooves. "Well... Because I forgot to set everything back to normal, they're all flustered. I thought sending them a few gifts might make them feel that we didn't forget about them; that they still matter. Studies have shown that if you treat prisoners like citizens, they're less likely to reoffend."

"That is indeed true, but it is not the question we have asked. These prisoners will not reoffend because they cannot."

"Right. Okay. So, for Princess Twilight and her friends, I noted that they seem to be running out of energy a bit faster with the extra... sessions... I thought we might send them some electrolytes, or something. Something to help them maintain their energy?"

Luna nodded. "Very well."

"As for your sister, and her new... guest... Well, mostly for the guest..."

"Spit it out."

He took a deep breath. "I was thinking we might send some new clothes."

Luna looked up at him. "New clothing items, is it?"

"Well, he only owns the one set, ma'am. Plus, Princess Twilight's panties and bra, the latter of which is too big for him."

There was a pause, then Luna burst into laughter. A few seconds later, however, she returned to her silent, stoic state. "Sincerest apologies for the outburst, though you need it not. We were simply musing to ourselves. Indeed, we shall give Jake new clothing. However, we shall personally select the clothing he shall receive. We will have something ready for you by the end of the night."

"Excellent. Additionally, I've noted that they seem to want more edible vegetables. Do you happen to know what humans can eat safely?"

Luna lowered her face back to the massage table. "We are not familiar, personally, but he seems to have done okay with the red potatoes and coconuts. We are aware; coconuts are actually a seed, not a vegetable, but the point remains. We do, however, know of one who has dealt with humans in the past. In fact, she had to live among them and pretend to be one of them. Perhaps she would know?"

"Wonderful. Who should I contact?"

Luna held up her handheld mirror. "This is Princess Twilight Sparkle. Does she look familiar to you?"

The guard looked at her. He'd seen her several times. In fact, he'd just suggested sending her a care package. "How do I speak to her?"

Luna's horn glowed, and Twilight suddenly disappeared, leaving Fluttershy gaping in the mirror. A moment later, the guard found that he, too, was separated from the room where he just was. He was now in an orange-beige box, With only Twilight Sparkle and her thunderous erection.

"You have fifteen minutes," came Luna's voice from a speaker in the corner. "When your time is up, I will bring you back. The clock is ticking..."

Twilight turned to the guard and scowled. "I'm not going to let this happen." Her horn charged up, and a great purple and pink blast sent him into the wall.

As he stood up, he wheezed. "You don't understand..."

"I understand plenty!" shouted Twilight, blasting him again. This impact knocked the wind out of him. She walked over to where he'd collapsed and picked him up by the mane. "I am not a violent pony, but I will defend myself from the likes of you!"

As she dropped him in the corner and walked to the opposite end of the room, the guard picked himself up. As Twilight charged her horn again, he lowered himself back to the ground.

Every time he tried to ask, she would blast him. Every time he would stand up, she would blast him. When his fifteen minutes were up, he was barely able to pick himself up off of the stone floor, and he was no closer to an answer.

"That was a sub-par performance," scolded Luna. "We were told you were one of the best wardens in Equestria."

"Usually," he coughed, "the pony is bound when I first go to speak with them. They've been searched for weapons, they're magically suppressed, and there's at least one other guard present. I don't go for one-on-one visits without a plan beforehand..."

Luna nodded and pulled her cock out of her chair's mouth. "We shall gather some information for you. We shall also gather some clothes for the little human boy. You can come pick up the care packages tomorrow. For now, it is time you slept off your troubles."

The guard looked around and saw that they were no longer in the throne room. She'd brought him back to one of the guest rooms.

"You are to rest here tonight. We have ordered the masseuse to help you unwind, and of course, feel free to use our fuck hole while we're gone." To emphasise this last point, she brought the guard's predecessor over to the bed, spread his legs, and lifted his tail, revealing that his arsehole was already lubed up. "We shall return at dawn."

As she stepped out of the room, the guard hopped up on the massage table. If he was being afforded extra treatment, he certainly wasn't going to say no. What kind of idiot refused a gift from the queen, herself?