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My name is Crowell. I am a Lieutenant in Princess Celestia’s royal guard division. We are a group of stallions with one true purpose: to escort and protect our princess of the day at any cost. In times of peace such as these, most of the citizens declare us as “ceremonial” or otherwise of little use other than to look fancy. Be that as it may, we take our duties seriously, and should anything ever threaten her, we have sworn to put our very lives in between the princess and whatever danger may threaten her.

However, there is one special duty that I have been assigned, that none of my men in the service have knowledge of. Or if they do, they know better than to ask me about it. I sometimes wonder if my special duty even has a title in the service, or if it’s something that’s been orchestrated by only her, without officially passing it through legislation.

It’s not often that I’m presented with this task, but when I am, the invitation is always the same. I’ll be standing by her bedroom doorway just as she’s about to turn in for the night. She’ll pass in between me and whoever else is positioned beside me to guard the entrance. Before Princess Celestia fully enters her room though, her flowing tail will pass right underneath my stomach and brush along my hairs ever so slightly, that even other soldier wouldn’t notice. I’ll wait approximately one hour, enough time for her to finish her bath and her attendants to make their way out, and then I’ll instruct the solider next to me to some menial task away from the door. That’s when I enter, and tend to this special task of mine.

And tonight just so happens to be one of these nights. After clearing the entranceway and stepping into her room, I sigh in relief, letting my guard down a bit. I can already feeling my own member slipping out of its sheath, not all the way up, but standing at half mast. The princess is already on her bed, with her bathrobe still covering her form, all except for one part of her.

Her rump lays uncovered before me. She’s lying with her back facing towards me, while she runs one of her hooves across one of her prominent cheeks. She looks back at me with a sultry smile, not directly making eye contact with me, but at least acknowledging my presence. Watching her stroke her own behind just excites me even more, until she gives herself a light spank. I can’t get much harder after that.

“Approach me.” Her majesty says softly, turning over onto her front, so that I can get a good view of my prize. It’s something she does so that she doesn’t have to face me, I presume. How I’d love to hold her head in my hooves, turn her over and just tell her that I like it better when she faces me while I service her.

However, there are rules for this. First and foremost is that there is no direct eye contact. I don’t believe I have ever made that sort of contact with her in all my years of service, though I wish I could say otherwise. She has the most beautiful eyes from what I have seen of her, and I would do anything to lose myself in them.

I trot over to her and take my position, placing both my forehooves on either side of her while I straddle my hindlegs over her rear. I can see that my shaft is right above her buttocks, the head already giving off a bit of my own seed from how ready I am to get to work. But the second rule is that I do not enter her unless she gives me permission. Some night she never does, and I’m forced to use alternative methods to please her. Not that I actually despise the taste of her by any means.

Nonetheless, I begin to run my hoof across her majesty’s back gently. The third rule is that I may touch her, but nowhere that is hidden by her tail or underside. I can touch her wings if they are outstretched. While I run my hoof across her back, I see her move her upper body a bit like she’s trying to get comfortable. I also hear her make a bit of noise under her breath. It has me a bit curious…

I decide to run my touch up her body a bit, and stroke just along the sides of her. I hear her giggle a bit, before she moves her back upwards and lets her large white wings stretch out from both sides, accompanied by a powerful flap as they unfold. It always looks so amazing when she does that; like angels’ wings about to fly off towards the heavens. I lean even closer to her, pressing my shaft in against the crevasse of her fair rump. It isn’t my intention to do so, but rather a happy accident. I move my hoof up across her wing, letting it brush against every visible feather on her form.

“Mm…” I hear my princess coo beneath me. I want to kiss her so much now. But curse the fourth rule: no kissing. Since I can’t have that, I settle for the next best thing. I reach my head right above the back of her neck, and breathe softly on her. “Aah!” She moans, burying the side of her head into her large mattress. “E-enter!”

Finally! I wasn’t sure how much longer I would be able to keep myself out of her as it was. I move my rod into position just outside of her dripping marehood. She’s lucky that another rule states “no teasing”, otherwise I would have reveled in rubbing the underside of my rod across her lips, making her beg for more. Instead, I opt to puickly slide inside of her, hearing her cry out in passion.

I always find myself exhilarated with how good her majesty feels inside. She’s so warm and tight around me, despite that her size is much bigger than mine. I enter with ease, but as soon as the head of my shaft hits the end of her insides, I feel her clench around me, as if her chambers are desperate to keep me from fully leaving. I force my way back as I pull out of her, and ram my hips into her, her excited wetness giving me the perfect lubrication I need to slide in and out of her. With the first few pumps I give her, she throws her head back and moans, her tongue hanging out in enjoyment.

“Oh, Cro-!” my ears perk up a moment as I wonder if she was about to say my name. She quickly shuts her mouth and buries her head back into her mattress. Though she still moans and cries out, her noises are muffled by the sheets on her bed. The only communication I get from her body now is that of her glorious rump forcing its way into me with each pump I give her, trying to let me get as deep as I can within her.

I can feel my hoof twitching across her rump. I want to give it a good spank so much. Curse all of these rules! But I suppose that’s why it’s still my job, and nothing more.

While I continue to move into her, I can feel her body shuddering. Her bottom begins to wiggle as she pushes back into me. She’s close, I know it. I opt to move my hoof across her flank slowly, carefully. She said no spanking, never said anything about caressing.

“Mm…” I can hear her muffle into the sheets. She sounds so adorable when she’s about to come, like she’s ashamed of herself in a way. “Mmah!” In that final moment, I can feel her let go all over me. Her final release gives me more than enough to slide out of her with ease, just in time to fulfill the rule pertaining to this moment: do not release seed inside of her.

My hips still ache to push inside of her, so they mimic the rhythm of pumping into her, until my poor and throbbing rod shoots a strand of filmy white all over her own beautiful white cheeks. There’s quite a few loads that I shoot onto her, as she hasn’t asked me for my services in quite a few months. When I’m finally done, I levitate a cloth towards her and begin to wipe off what I’ve left on her. After all, the final rule dictates that I don’t leave any visible traces on her body. That rule I don’t mind. After all, I want my princess looking regal when she wakes up the next morning. After she looks clean, I give her a loving pat. Probably a mistake, even if it’s not an explicit rule. I look to her head and expect a sort of angry glow for what I’ve done, but… nothing. No anger, no appreciation, just still facing away from me.

“Thank you, Lieutenant.” She says. “That will be all.”

And so, with my job done, I take my form off of her bed. She rolls herself over and pulls her blankets over herself, quickly drifting off into sleep. My shaft slowly begins to recede back into it’s sheath, but my heart still feels a bit exposed. I enjoy servicing her in this way, but I wish that I could do more. She’s spent so many nights gazing at the stars when she raises the moon; I just wish that I could comfort her more than just physically.

However, that is not my job. I bow to her, even though she most likely does not see it, and exit her bedchambers to resume my nightly post. The soldier I had sent off returns shortly after I take my position, none the wiser that I had ever even left.

And with that, another night passes in the Canterlot Palace. Perhaps our princess will find some solace in the Summer Sun Celebration in the next few days. Her best student is supposedly handling the supervision for preparations, so that might give her some comfort. If she’s in a good mood, perhaps I might even ask her if…

I shake my head a moment. Silly thoughts of mine. I really ought to stop thinking like that if I want to keep my job.