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The last shimmers of the warm orange sunlight lower behind the horizon, marking the end to a perfect day in Equestria, and with it, Princess Celestia's active duties as its protector.

Celestia sighs in relief while she briefly watches over Luna whom is in the process of pulling up the moon to the darkened sky. As such making sure all is in place for the upcoming night. Proud and fulfilled she is confident she can take her leave. With a smile on her face she walks towards the balcony door and into the palace, casually strolling through the long halls of the palace, enjoying the faded echoes and noises as they come and go. Made tired by the soothing crackling of the torches, a lot of the dormant activity in the palace is lost on her. But it matters not, she trusts that all is in good hooves, even if the Royal Guard had been slacking off as of late. Then again, It had been peaceful in Equestria. Celestia has more pressing matters to think about; a nice warm bath and the piece of cake she had saved for later. The guards would have to wait for another day.

Comfortably lacks in a sleepy dazed state, Celestia stops in the middle of the hall and elegantly stretches her legs, arching her back as far as she can. She shivers and shakes - causing the royal buttocks to mildly jitter in a manner that is rarely seen out in public. She moans quietly as her aching muscles and weary bones are relieved of the stress of the day. She shakes her head and mane afterwards, as to almost symbolically shake off the mild pleasant sensation. Rejuvenated she continues her journey to her chambers.

Almost immediately she is distracted by an oddly behaving guard that she spots in the corner of her eye. She doesn't think much of it, but chooses to glance over at him to see what is going on. The guard appears to be nervously fidgeting at his station. Normally an alarming sight to behold that would be met with suspicion, were it not for their recent lack of discipline. It has almost become a daily encounter.

"..Is everything al right?" She asks curiously. The guard looks around the room nervously, avoiding eye contact at all cost.

"Yes, your highness. Everything is fine." Celestia looks at the guard with a confused expression on her face, and becomes increasingly more suspicious of his behaviour.

"You seem troubled. Is there anything you need? I'd be more than happy to oblige." She asks again, with a caring yet cautious tone. The guard gulps noticeably and continues avoiding eye contact, seemingly terrified of meeting her gaze.

"No, no.. Everything is fine, princess. Really." He utters after an moderately awkward silence. Instinctively she looks around the guard to see whether he is hiding something, but she can't spot anything out of the ordinary. Mistrusting of her own judgement at this point, she gives him the benefit of the doubt and decides to press forth to her chambers.

"Al right then." she says. "Good night, soldier. Keep up the good work." The guard smiles awkwardly and nods repeatedly in response.

"Thank you, princess. I will, princess. Ehm, goodnight!" The guard resumes staring at the ceiling, once again avoiding any form of eye contact with the princess. Not quite satisfied with his demeanour but unable to find out what is going on, Celestia continues down her path, still looking at the guard with suspicion. The farther she walks, the more perspective she gets on the guard. A few steps forward and her gaze is drawn downward for a reason she doesn't quite understand. Suddenly her eyes widen and her jaw drops wide open. It becomes evident why the unicorn guard was acting so dismissive and suspicious. From under his shiny and proud armour, a big shameless phallic shape hangs for all to see. It becomes evident by the sheer rigidity of it that the guard had been watching a lot more than the palace these last few minutes. Assertively the tall white alicorn turns back around to inquire about this most unprofessional behaviour.

"What is that?!" She asks loudly, her tone clearly demanding a straight answer. The mortified and- frankly, well-hung guard cannot find the words to accurately explain the situation. He can merely stand there with his mouth open. "I asked you a question.'' She yells. "What is that? Were you watching me?"

A reddish hue radiates through the dark grey fur on the guard's cheek, hidden behind his proud golden helmet, standard issue to the Royal Guard. "..I'm so sorry, your highness. It was not my intention to dishonour you. Please forgive me, princess. It won't happen again!" He explains with his typical gruff but gentle voice made yet gentler by his mild panic. The guard bows with great enthusiasm, but is unable to do so gracefully for obvious reasons. Embarrassed and not quite sure how to process the situation, princess Celestia calms down significantly when she hears her loyal guard nearly beg for forgiveness. For a brief moment she considers walking away and forgetting the incident ever took place. But her sympathy soon fades like a cake in her kitchen when she sees the less than subtle erection throb and grow ever bigger. The display only serves to reinforce her dissatisfaction with the guards. She has had enough.

"This is no state for a member of the Royal Guard to be in.. How dare you objectify your princess, I command you to take care of it at once." She demands loudly, with a unmistakable sense of authority to her angry demeanour. With Celestia scolding at him and his meat dangling as he twitches nervously in place, he lowers his head in submission.

"Yes, your highness. Right away." He replies quietly. The guard turns around on cue to take refuge in a private place in which he can fulfil his order, clearly under the impression the princess wants him out of her sight. He doesn't make it very far however before he is stopped by the princess.

"Excuse, me.. What are you doing?" She asks. Distracted by his own plan of action he is confused and mildly shocked by the communication error. He stops abruptly, and turns his head to face Celestia.

"..Obeying orders, your highness." He replies, stuttering with confusion. Celestia squints her eyes and frowns subtly.

"Were you?" She says. "Because I believe my orders were 'take care of it..' not 'take care of it somewhere of your own choosing'." A befuddled look dominates his expression as he tries to hide his dangling shame behind his shortly cut tail.

"Princess.. What do you-..?" Celestia cuts him off mid sentence, and comes up with a devious plan to make an example out of him, even if there is no one there to see it.

"I've been very disappointed with your faction as of late. And for reviewing purposes, I must insist an audience as you carry out this order.." The guard blushes deeply, even brighter than before. "Or is that a problem? " She continues. The nervous guard looks around him, trying to come up with a sufficient cover.

"But princess, I was just going to the other room and wait until it went away. There's really nothing to-.."

"Do you take me for a fool?" She interrupts again.

"..No, princess." He replies with a ashamed and submissive tone of voice.

"You weren't going to wait at all, were you? You were about to touch yourself.." The guard's silence and many unconvincing 'uh's' are more answer than she needs. "That's what I thought.." Celestia sighs deeply and shakes her head in disappointment, hoping that her assumptions of the guard were wrong. "Well then, your orders have not changed. Go on, I insist." Celestia does not intend to just let it go. Not after this big a insult to her authority.

The guard hesitantly turns himself to face her, and follows every little specific command she gives him, each in rapid succession. They are simple enough, but with each new command she gives, he is forced into a more compromising position, physically and professionally. It forces him to go directly against what he had learned from his training. It reminds him just how far out of line he had already been. Loyal and committed to the will of princess Celestia and the entirety of Equestria, he plays along. Celestia is swift and efficient with her instructions, and within record time the guard is sitting on the cold marble floor with his privates in clear sight. Fully erect and accompanied by two generously sized testicles, easily resting on his taint.

His hooves itch to cover them up - but that is now out of the question. The embarrassment is heightened by Celestia's fixated gaze and curious expression. It is neither admiration nor disgust, but rather a mix of concentration and surprise, as if she can't quite decide how to feel. "...Well?" She states, impatiently waiting for the main show to begin. The shy- less than shy, guard doesn't say a word and complies in silence, as his attempts at verbal communication hadn't been a wild success up to this point. He pauses shortly to catch his breath in preparation for upcoming events. Natural tendency tells him to procrastinate until the princess becomes bored and gives up, but thus far she has shown no sign of weakness. He has no choice, if he is to redeem himself as an honourable and loyal subject he'll have to do as she says. Without much further delay, he accepts the situation and casts the spell Celestia has so eagerly requested. His horn shines a shade of bright green, and at the same time a similar light appears at the base of his length, snugly wrapped around the warm meat.

"Keep going..." she says encouragingly in an effort to temper his ever obvious hesitation. An unexpected smirk appears on her face by the silly sight of the submissive stallion, further reinforced by the rare anticipation of being back in control of her guards, or at the very least one of them. She doesn't hide it well. With the ruler of the land closely watching his every move, nerves fight his arousal. But against all odds, he finds himself curiously exhilarated at the same time. Soon the moment arrives in which action has to follow. Out of fear of doing his princess wrong again, he dares not move faster than a glacial pace. The shimmer of green light moves up and down steadily, pulling the length forwards and backwards a little to the accord of its slightly askew trajectory. The magic wrap appears to have a mild grip on his skin, as it is pulled along with the slow motions. Surely a delicately controlled magic skill that comes neither easy - nor without practice.

The princess watches along closely, almost obsessively so, not missing a single moment of this interesting display. "Faster." She demands with a single- but strongly emphasized, command - still smirking with power lust as she does. The guard blushes even brighter by her utter lack of shame considering the circumstances, and increases his pace incrementally. Barely at all. A vain final attempt to gain a sense of control in the situation no doubt, much to the Celestia's dismay. She is not fooled by his shenanigans however and her grin swiftly turns to a frown. "I said; faster." She demands again, this time with a much louder and assertive tone of voice. The guard jumps upon hearing the shout and quickly realizes no matter how hard he tries, he will not be able to manipulate the princess or the situation to his will. He submits himself one final time, and gives up any remaining control.

He more than doubles his speed, as to atone for his disobedience, and to prevent further anger the princess. Back in control, her content smirk reemerges. Celestia is almost mesmerized by the glowing tease that rapidly simulates the guard's most sensitive- and increasingly more sensitive, nerve endings. She closely follows the shimmer with her pupils, unable to look away. Almost capable of physically feeling the big purple eyes track his stallion length, and the pleasure thereof, the guard can do little more than sit there and let the sensation overcome him. With the act and pace out of his control, all he can do is wait. Half a minute goes by without change. While he is by no means inexperienced in the act, even a short portion of this relentless stimulation could tame the most enduring of colts. At this pace, he is unsure whether he'll last..

"I want you to slow down, soldier.." She requests whispering. Celestia dwells into a seeming state of serenity. The ebony guard notices the change in her eyes and becomes confused. He is overcome by curiosity. Slowing down now seems counter productive to him.

"But princess, I thought you wanted me to-.." He is once again cut off and is not allowed to finish his sentence.

"I know what I said." She says with a satisfied tone. "Your orders have not changed, the details of its completion have." Without objection the shimmer slows back down, almost back to the glacial pace it started as. While it doesn't increase his arousal any further- neither does it decrease it. "You've shown a great lack of discipline this evening.. The only way I see to correct this behaviour, is to test your obedience to the fullest extent." The guard closes his eyes and notably adjust his breathing to help tame the stagnate sensation in his lap.

Unable to ask questions, he remains unsure what the princess expects of him. If he is to obey, he needs to be prepared and follow her order blindly. ''As you wish, princess.''

In the background laughter and hoofsteps can be heard approaching. With the sun down and the moon risen, they must be guards whom just got off duty, tired and ready to have a few drinks with their esteemed colleagues. Much like Celestia, before being firmly distracted. The voices and hoofsteps steadily get louder the closer they come. Even a threesome of ominous shadows can be seen from around the corner, slowly creeping up. The guard gasps and opens his eyes widely, almost shivering where he so stiffly sits, begging they don't come any closer.

The princess looks at him with a stern face and doesn't move a muscle. She merely stares at him. There is no question about it, his obedience and loyalty were being tested - he cannot stop now. Scared and nervous that he'll be seen in such a compromising position by his peers, tiny gasps and whimpers escape him. Not the least bit helped by the teasing shimmer still slowly but steadily running along his shaft, which showed no sign of decreasing in size regardless of the current ordeal. But then, a wooden door creaks open, and in a stroke of luck the dreaded sounds pass in the distance and are sealed behind the door located mere inches from the corner. They never noticed the princess and the two-horned guard sitting vulnerably on the floor. He was in the clear.

Celestia scoffs off the incident and doesn't seem to care in the slightest. In over a thousand years of ruling, this isn't the most embarrassing thing the guards have caught her do. And by the looks of it, it did little to temper the ebony guard's arousal as well. It stands firmly, loyally saluting the princess. In the moments that pass, she is completely silent as he guides the radiant green illumination that strokes him with just the right amount of pressure. The princess can't help but be fixated on the now throbbing member in between the guard's legs. With the strings of power firmly in her hooves, it's an irresistible sight to behold. After a while of slow agonizing stimulation, a almost clear drop of fluid drips along the long shaft, before it's caught and held in the shimmer. Despite his effort to conceal his excitement, it marks a beacon of progression for Celestia.

"Okay, that's good. Go faster." She says suddenly, breaking the gentle sound of the spring breeze blowing by outside. He wastes no time and diligently resumes the fast pace from before they were almost caught. Princess Celestia bites her lower lip and radiates an almost childlike glee. "Even faster.." She repeats with the same glee represented in her voice - poorly hiding a secondary motive to her actions. She repeats herself several times after that, and so verbally guides the guard to a pace where the illuminant green wrap on his weary stallion length strokes him up to four times each second, each stroke pulsed and controlled by his very own horn. The maddening speed combined with lack of relief is pushing him to the limit. He notably fidgets on the floor as his breathing becomes heavier. Celestia observes him closely, making sure he is not pushed over the edge before she wants him to. "That's enough. Stop at the base.." She says.

Over stimulated and conflictingly wanting release, the guard struggles to slow himself down. Before long however, the shimmer lies dormant and still on the very base of the shaft. The guard breaks out panting, making most use out of this unexpected down time. "Getting tired?" She asks condescendingly. "..No, I don't think so. I will not allow you to be.." She continues. Before the guard can do as much as blink his half closed eyes, Celestia orders him to resume touching himself. The short pause did nothing to decrease his arousal. Far from it, the short relief merely served to further erode his resistance. The princess takes quick note of this, and abuses the knowledge to perform several more pauses in the upcoming minutes.. each spread out a little less.. each meant to tease and torment him a little more.

But then, just as he learns to predict and utilize the pauses to his advantage, they disappear. Just when he expects another instruction to pause, the dreaded excited voice returns; "Don't stop. Faster." He wasn't expecting the sudden change and gasps in surprise. The stallion is subjected to seven strokes per second, and resides on the very edge of his resistance. Were it any other occasion, he would not have lasted.

"Princess, I c-can't take any more of this.. I'm so close.." He utters, moaning and grunting throughout the sentence.

"No!" She yells. "You are under no circumstance permitted to finish in these halls." She explains sternly, her voice accompanied by the background noise of his desperate grunts for control.

"Please.. princess.. No more.. I don't want to disobey you.." He begs. Celestia peals her focus from the light and stares directly into his eyes, fiercely exerting her dominance.

"Then don't.." Celestia is merciless and does not intend to let up. Again she demands of the worn guard that he increases speed. The guard pleads desperately, he stutters and is unable to construct proper sentences.

"..Please, no, your highness.. I will.. I will.. I'm almost-.."

Celestia assumes a proud and fierce stance, with her ethereal mane waving ominously. "When you stand guard in this palace, you represent Equestria and your superiors. You are under my command, and you WILL obey. Now; Go. Faster."

His throbbing member aches with desire and longs for release. It is firmer and thicker than it has ever been, overflowing in more ways than one. Bloated and on the verge of exploding, he hangs by a thread. But he has no choice.. and increases pace once more. Left lingering at the fastest pace he can achieve, eleven strokes per second, Celestia looks in awe at the shimmer of light, that has turned into a lengthy blur. The guard's clenches his teeth firmly, and pumps his waist into the air in a slow and steady rhythm, causing his testicles to bounce up and down. There isn't a single dormant muscle left in his body as he fights to endure. He stares at the princess with a lust drunk expression in his eyes and his mouth wide open as he pants heavily. Non-verbally he begs for another unexpected break from his own stimulation. He cannot stand another minute of this. Celestia sighs softly, and for a moment it seems his wish will be granted..

But the words he wishes to hear, will never be. She knows all too well what state he is in.. but if he is to obey, she cannot afford to be weak now. He is on his own. For a brief moment she is lost in the view of the horny stud working himself like the world depends on it. Then out of nowhere, the guard twitches in a manner that catches her attention immediately. But as fast as she is, she is too late, it is over. Celestia's eyes widen when she simultaneously reaches forward with her hoof, as though pointing at the guard's member will magically stop the inevitable.

"Don't you dare!.." She blurts out in final attempt to stop him. But any objections made are now moot. He feels a strong pop and a surge of energy in his loins. Upon finishing her sentence, he vocally announces the sensation with a simultaneous gasp and moan.

The strong exhausted stallion hunches forward with all his might and rests completely motionless for a split second. In quick succession he arches backward aggressively, shaking and twitching when his spine can't bend any further. Soft waves of thick fluids gush over the tip of his lively member. It is swiftly followed by powerful shots that fling themselves into the air in stringy formations. His thighs instinctively resume pumping his waist upward in a uncoordinated fashion. His moans are loud and energetic.

Celestia can only look on in shock and awe as string after string splat on the floor barely inches from her grounded hoof, at the same time unintentionally catching rogue splatters on the other. With each string dispatched, they grow smaller and travel less distance. In a similar fashion the twitches and pulses fade. The display is short, but is as impressive as it is plentiful.

The guard lies spent on the floor, momentarily unaware of what he had just done, and what it represents to his princess. He is lost in the afterglow of the strongest release of his life. The moment doesn't last for long, and the reality soon surfaces like a balloon underwater. He pushes himself up with his shaking front legs, expecting to meet the stern disappointed look of his princess. His mouth shivers and his eyes are restless.. But when his eyes meet the princess, it is not disappointment he finds.. but satisfaction.

"You did well.." She says lovingly. The guard is confused and looks away, still very much on edge and nervous.

"But princess.. You never told me.. I could finish. Are you not mad?" Celestia lowers herself to his eye level and looks at him with a grin that is as devious as it is charming.

"Let me tell you a secret..'' She whispers. "I was never going to." After revealing her little secret, Celestia giggles with that same childlike glee. She corrects her posture and lifts her head proudly. "This was never about endurance.. It was about respect, obedience and perseverance."

The guard sighs with great relief and can barely contain his excitement for keeping his job, and satisfying his princess.

"..And I'm happy to inform, you've preformed with utmost diligence." She continues. The guard smiles humbly at the compliment, and slowly stumbles back on his hooves to resume his duties.

Celestia turns around to walk away, but briefly stops to look over her shoulder. "..And besides, it has also given me a challenging record to beat next time.."

The smile that occupies his face turns to shock and his jaw drops open. The guard stares with awe at the princess. He cannot believe the implications that had just escaped her lips. But big as a bomb shell it may have been, Celestia doesn't care to wait for his reaction. She had already set course for her longly awaited cake and bath. There would be plenty of other silly and exciting facial expressions to look forward to in the many nights to come, after all.

"I'll have Shining Armor reassign you to my chambers first thing tomorrow.. Don't be late!" She yells from the far side of the hall.

The guard continues to stare at the princess as she turns the corner, flabbergasted by the implication that he would have to endure her wiles not once or twice, but for the foreseeable future. He waits until even her delicate hoofsteps fade into the night. Safely private and confident this unconventional task is at an end, he awkwardly waddles back to his station with the semi-deflated meat still dangling from below his armour, dripping a trail where he walks.

His eyes are drawn to the glaring shine of the lengthy splotches he made on the floor moments earlier, and contemplates on what had happened. He had never known his princess to be such a deviant, and is unsure how to feel about it. The princess' personal play thing; hardly a title to brag about. Then again, it was him who initiated the nucleus that would lead to the evening's final conclusion - or at least it was a part of him which did. And while most of the details were inaccurate, he had dreamt many a time of being intimate with the esteemed alicorn princess. Maybe it isn't so bad.

"Fate is a funny thing.." He thinks to himself, simultaneously smiling.

He tries to fight it - but in the end he can't help but burst out laughing.. He had been staring at her on guard duty for years, and now it has gotten him a promotion where it was him that would be watched.

THE END