Author's Note

Content: FxM, FxF , Exhibitionism, eating cum from another person out of someone.

Celestia x Guard: Doing Business

When it comes to royalty, you have to learn to roll with their quirks. They are a higher echelon than the common people, and they don't share in the same sensibilities as the rabble. The common man drinks water from the tap, a noble drinks water imported from a spring, and a royal has the highest tier of magi conjure the primordial forces of nature to fill a single glass of water. And when they wanted ice? You could not imagine the spell-weaving for that.

The common people can only dream of the regal nature of the royals high up in their castle. Nobles go green with envy imagining what's going on in their castle just up the way along the roads of Canterlot. However, those within the ornate castle—guards, attendants, maids alike—were well aware the fantasy that the people built up was not necessarily the truth. The princesses were powerful, majestic, beautiful... but they were also bored, Laissez-faire at times, and above anything else: human. It was a secret they all had to keep, and they kept it well. No matter what happened, they'd go home at the end of their shifts—be it hours or days—and not tell a single soul how the idolized princesses acted behind closed doors.

They didn't do so just to save the image of the royal family. It was behind closed doors that maids and guards alike come under the sensual attention of one of the princesses... And for some of them with family at home, that was a secret affair that just couldn't get out. Not to mention they all really hoped they would be the one to get pulled aside one afternoon. It was one of the joys of the job.

"...And the Transit Committee moved for another extension to their proposal last quarter..." Luna couldn't fathom why she was even bothering with reading the rest of the motions. The committees, task forces, and coalitions would put such fine work into creating these neat lists of requests and petitions for she and Celestia to sign off on—a formality—, and Luna was always the only one to at least care about the process.

She stood in their shared throne room, petition in a gripped hand, raised high to save her from the continued displays of her sister. While Luna stood far at the foot of the promenade leading to their shared thrones, Celestia occupied her seat with her engrossed company. The Princess of the Night did her best to not show any signs of disgust or embarrassment, knowing that would only encourage her sister's flagrant disregard of customs. Even still, the sordid squelches that emanated from the throne as her sister—Princess of the Morning Sun, highest arbiter of Equestria—pleasured herself on the engorged cock of one of her guards was hardly something she could just pretend to not hear.

All the worse were the lurid sighs that drifted into haughty laughs Celestia let spill from her lips with each resounding clap of her hips into 'the throne'. "Were those the only petitions we received, sister?" Celestia asked, wholly innocent of any wrongdoing as she loudly hilted her partner into her quivering canal.

Both Luna and Celestia's paramour groaned for vastly different reasons. The slapping, rhythmic claps that echoed through the throne room as Celestia's slit devoured upon the young soldier's rod only escalated, egged on all the more in a clear bid to perturb the younger princess. One of them had to be the professional here, and Luna hardened herself as she focused on the petitions. "No, dear sister, there are quite a bit more..." She strained on each word, trying with all her might to ignore the escalating, guttural groans from her sister's lover resisting every urge to paint the Sun Princess' caverns white, "But... You know what? I can just simply... Sign the seals for them myself," Luna relented and rolled the paper up, accepting that without it she would have to see the whole display, but at least she could leave sooner rather than later.

The princesses had always shared in many of their more private matters. While the whole of Equestria continued to see them as paragons of a bygone era and rich with wisdom, they could always take comfort that the other saw them as who they really were. There was little ceremony between them, and they were allowed to let their guises down when it was just them—when they were in their own castle. They took comfort in one another's candor and confidence. Still, that openness did come with some downsides on occasion.

Luna likely gave Celestia the exact expression she wanted when she looked up to the display. Luna was flushed beyond belief, and her expression smacked of discontent, even if she couldn't quite voice it amidst her sister's 'enjoyment'. The throne gifted to them by the people—for they and they alone to sit upon—was occupied by the struggling mess of one of Celestia's chosen guard, full mast, with his princess effortlessly squatting to meet him. Celestia was sure to pull her gown aside so her sister could see the unobstructed view of the man's cock arching its way in and out of her with each bouncing stride she offered him. The mix of their lust squelched and sputtered against the throne and carpet below, clear globs of the man's release trickling out of the princess' shameless sex.

"Are you certain, Luna? You know how much I enjoy tending to our public," despite the circumstances, Celestia's cadence didn't break. She spoke to Luna clearly and free of her lustful huffs or erotic coos, even as she would slap her full rear down against the man's pelvis and let the wet 'plaps' of cunt echo in the room. She was remarkably good at keeping a poker face in moments like this; born from years of practice taunting her sister with displays just like this.

"Yes, I'm sure. You seem... Quite occupied tending to our public as is," it was only when Luna opted to speak up that the languishing moans from her sister would resume, as she expected. There was no point in arguing with her or trying to shame her, it never stuck. Still, Luna bit her lip before offering at least something of a scold, "You know, sister, the throne is a seat of power. It is a gift to only be used by those of royal lineage."

The guard struggled back several gritting moans as the princess continued to use him for her own pleasure—not that he was complaining. His hands came to rest on the full, untouchable curves of the royal princess, helping himself to a few thrusts into the intoxicating embrace of Celestia's pussy. Her form bounced, nearly tossing her cloaked breasts free of their slight coverage, but more over sending the princess into a euphoric howl of pleasure as she was hit home. "Mmm... Yes... Power, sister. Where I sit is -very- powerful indeed..." Luna's ears burned at the response, watching as her sister rolled her hips back to swallow more of the man's meat, "The throne means nothing without the people, Luna. Shouldn't they indulge in it from time to time?"

Pointless to the last letter. The Princess of the Night raised a finger in objection, opened her mouth to speak, but only half-formed letters came out before she simply growled and stormed off. The great hall doors were swung open for the marching princess by two maids looking all but completely stunned silent by the continued escapade. The throne room continued to echo with the vigorous claps and squelching pops of the lovemaking until the door slid close behind Luna. Almost immediately, Celestia's expression dropped, and her bounces upon her servants dick abruptly ended.

The fun was simply not there without Luna's disapproval or the taboo of the moment. With little effort, she popped herself free from the guard, leaving him utterly spent as his shaft fell limp to his lap. Celestia stood with a slight wobble, the cool-warmth of seed and nectar trickling down her leg from her gasping sex. "You," she called to one of the maids minding the door as she settled in to sitting on Luna's throne instead, as hers was going to be occupied for some time.

The two maids looked between each other, faces all blushes and fingers knitted uncertain. Only one could have the honor; but before they could play rock-paper-scissors for it, one tore away and ran to meet her mistress' call, leaving the other to sulk and watch from the door. Celestia stretched back into the slightly smaller throne of her sister, letting her legs splay wide to greet the eager maid. They did not need to exchange words for the servant to know exactly what she was called for, as immediately the maid went to her knees before her princess.

The sweltering, cum stuffed pussy of the princess greeted the young maid, and she swallowed anxiously. It was an honor, and a pleasure to be chosen, and she didn't waste a moment before delving her. Celestia craned her neck back as soft coos slipped from her lips when she felt the nimble tongue of her maid start cleaning her pussy. Slight, subtle rivets in and against the twitching petals of the princess were given by the maid, lapping up the guard's excessive cum from her. Each lurid swallow made Celestia purr all the more, rewarding the diligent maid with loving strokes through her hair as she continued to 'clean' her.

Such was the cycle for the princess of the day. A regal, elegant leader to the public; and a salacious, lustful mistress behind her own castle doors. She loved it so...

And the workers were never one to complain.