Confined With a Goddess

As they drifted off to sleep with the low rumbles of thunder humming around them, the guard jotted down his final notes. It was time once again to report to Queen Luna.

When he opened the door to the throne room, he was a bit shocked to see that she was discussing things with a few of her counsellors. He knew better than to interrupt, so he stayed off to the side, waiting his turn. His report wasn't urgent, after all.

As Luna sent them away, he approached. "What has our sister gone and done, now?"

"Nothing too upsetting," he noted. "They're almost done with the house, it looks like."

"Good. That'll make it easier to keep an eye on them. Less moving around. Your job is about to become a lot more sedentary."

"Yes, ma'am." He pulled out some pictures from earlier today of Jake rubbing oil on Celestia. "As you can see, she's also built some beach chairs for lounging in the sun."

Luna grabbed one of the pictures. "He's fucking her tits."

The guard blushed. "Yes, ma'am, he is."

"Are you showing us this picture because that's what you want to do to us?"

His face went pale as his eyes shot open. "No, no! I swear, I'm just stowing you as part of the report! No ulterior motives here, ma'am!"

Luna snorted. "Too bad. It's been a bit too long since anypony gave our breasts any attention."

The guard swallowed. "They're lovely."

"Don't stare..."

"Sorry, ma'am," he answered, closing his eyes.

"Seems everything's in order, here," noted Luna. "Anything else you wanted to discuss?"

He swallowed. "His outfit, ma'am?"

"You can open your eyes."

He did, trying to look anywhere but her breasts.

"What about his outfit?"

"I know you said you wanted to pick what he would wear, but... Are you sure it's his style?"

Luna scowled. "Are you questioning our fashion choices?"

"...No, ma'am."

Luna snorted again. "Shame. We would have agreed to add in some extra clothes, but since you think it's fine..."

The guard was well and proper frazzled by now. Having upset him enough for her own entertainment, Luna cracked a smile.

"Oh, very well. We shall put together another care package with real clothes for him. We will deliver it personally, too."

"Personally, Ma'am?"

"Yes. It means we will go to the island ourselves to deliver it."

"Yes, ma'am. If I may clarify my question?"

"You may."

"Why would you go to the island personally, when you can just send the box, like last time?"

Luna stepped closer, her hips swaying with every step, until her hand rested on his shoulder. "That's why."

He looked down at her hand. "I don't believe I understand what you mean."

"Jake knows only of us what my sister has told him. That is not enough. He should meet us face-to-face."

The guard nodded. "Are you sure that's wise? Celestia has been training him to use a spear."

"For fishing."

"Yes, but he can still stab someone."

"Us, you mean."

He nodded.

"Fret not, little prison warden. I'll be bringing you along for protection!"

That only served to worry him more. "Your highness, I'm not trained fo--"

"Oh, yes you are. You were trained as part of your mandatory basic."

"But that spear is capable of being fired faster than the eye can perceive. I've watched them practice, and he's been improving his aim. The speed at which I would have to react would be--"

"Just take the damn spear out of his hands," grunted Luna. "How hard is that? He can't use it if he doesn't have it!"

The guard lowered his gaze. He hadn't thought of that.

"Now, unless you have more to say, I believe we're done, here."

"Actually, there was one other thing. I was hoping we could send them some sunscreen. I know Celestia is immune to the sun, but I don't think Jake is."

"Oh, very well."

"And he complained that we spelled his name wrong on the box. While we're there, I plan on asking him how to spell it, if that's alright with you..."

"It is." Luna returned to her throne and sat down. "Is that all?"

"I believe so."

Luna nodded and settled in. A few moments passed before the guard realised she was done. But he wasn't sure why.

"Highness?"

"Yes?"

"I was just wondering when we might want to put that care package together?"

"Before we leave."

"And when is that to be?"

"When we are ready."

Reasoning that he couldn't draw any more information out of her tonight, the guard excused himself and returned to his office. It was a small room with a large mirror on two of the walls; one to track Twilight and her friends, who were currently playing cribbage, with Rainbow cheating by sending signals with her toes under the table into Applejack's crotch. He realised right then that he'd failed to report on them, but there was nothing to report, really. They were behaving, serving their time as required. To tell the truth, he'd rather visit them than Celestia. Sure, Twilight had kicked his arse last time they spoke, but if he could be alone in a room with Fluttershy...

He panned the mirror over to her. She, like Jake and Celestia, was asleep. She lay on her back, her massive breasts held in place by her sports bra. He moved down a bit to look at her pussy, gently being moved in miniscule amounts by her soft breathing. He knew he should be watching the others, but they were generally well-behaved prisoners.

He watched her for several minutes, stroking himself to her visage, then moving up to her face to listen to her tender moans. He wanted to be there with her, not stroking himself, but being stroked by her. Of course, she would probably react to him the same way Twilight had, and he didn't really want to pin her down against her will. He had the right, as her warden, to have her shackled for a full cavity search, but he didn't want to just take from her. He wanted her to give herself to him.

He finished with his fantasy and cleaned up his mess. He would be back tomorrow, where he could watch them all again. They were all horny, sex-crazed balls of lewdity, so he'd be allowed to just sit there and jerk off to them all day. As long as he was watching them and checking in regularly, who cared?