...The Sun Goes Down
Commander Spear was sat in his barracks, going over the squad's itinerary for the coming month. Training, marches, ceremonies, duties... It was all rather tedious, even after having done it for years, and he certainly didn't need any distractions.
Of course, distraction came soon enough. It was always the way. Night Mist—his lieutenant—entered the room without knocking or otherwise announcing her presence, as she always did, and Spear released the papers from his horn's hold, his greying beard hiding his scowl. "What can I do for you, Mist?"
She had a face of exasperation, but that was nothing new for a royal guard. "It's Dark and Squire, they're arguing over the night shift again, sir."
"Again?" This seemed to be becoming an increasingly frequent occurrence, lately, and Spear understood why. No one enjoyed the night shift, it was the long and tiring accompaniment to an already long and tiring job, and he'd witnessed many a pony attempt to wheedle out of it in his time in service. Still, the amount of reports of squabbling over shifts and placements lately was beginning to get under his skin, it was bordering on ridiculous. "Well, the rota says Dark's meant to be guarding Celestia's quarters this evening, and Squire has the armory. I'm not allowing anyone to cover for them, so they'll have to deal with it."
Frowning, Mist shook her head. "That's just it, sir. They're not arguing over having to do the night shift, rather they seem to be complaining about their placements. I don't understand it, personally, the job's the same no matter where you're put."
Spear felt a flash of anger as he rose from his seat, the audacity of those two. "I hadn't been planning to deal with this personally, but I'm definitely doing so now. Where are they?"
Mist pointed out of the door in the direction of the bunks, and Spear rose, rolling his joints and feeling his frown deepen. "Dismissed."
He didn't wait for her to leave before marching out of his room, already thinking over exactly how he was going to chew them out for their behaviour. To think that either of them would want to be stationed away from Princess Celestia... it was completely antithetical to their role as royal guards, and Spear wouldn't stand for such blatant disrespect of their rulers. They'd be set straight one way or another, even if he really had to chew them out.
He soon saw the pair, each of them laying on their own separate bunk, pelting words at one another like a back and forth game of verbal tennis. He was about to clear his throat and interject, but decided instead to listen in first. Anything they said, he'd use against them.
Dark was the first to speak. "Listen, man, you just didn't get lucky this time, alright? You'll get Celestia next week, it's my turn now."
"But you got to guard her twice last week!" Squire shot back, tone almost aggressive. "It isn't fair, dude. I've been waiting for this opportunity for ages, yet somehow you always end up with the best spot on the list!"
Spear almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. They weren't arguing over who had to deal with Celestia, they were arguing over who got to guard the princess. The thought alone was enough to make his chest swell with pride. He hadn't anticipated his anger dissipating so quickly, but the honourable qualities his guards were showing almost felt worthy of rewarding. He knew just the way to do it.
"Listen, you two." He stepped over to the pair, standing over them both as they looked up at him, sitting up at once and raising their hooves to salute him.
"Sir!" they shouted in unison, and Spear was almost certain he could feel their spirit in the word alone.
"Now, I overheard your conversation just now—"
Suddenly, the pair's eyes flashed with inexplicable worry.
"—and I think it's truly commendable that both of you are so passionate about defending our Celestia. In fact, if you're so keen, I'm happy to put the pair of you on a rotation. You can each have a turn with her tonight."
Oddly, they suddenly looked as if all of their birthdays had come at once. Spear knew devoted, but Squire looked as if he was about to gasp as he shot up, profusely thanking him. Dark wore a very satisfied smirk, likely glad that his opportunity to do his job hadn't been taken away. "Sir, thank you, sir!" he announced with a smile, and Spear responded with a small smile that you could barely see past all the beard.
"Now, I have plans to read over and schedules to make. Seeing as the two of you are so keen, I'll try to assign you both to look after Celestia more often. I'm glad to have two soldiers that are so enthusiastic, warms my heart."
"Sir, I'm grateful for the opportunity, sir!"
"I'm glad to hear so. Have a pleasant evening, you two."
Another salute, and Spear was on his way, suddenly feeling calmer and more keen to attack his paperwork.
Corporal Dark laid back with a sigh, relief washing over him. "That was close, dude. What if he'd heard everything we'd said?"
"Jeez, I don't even wanna think about that, man. There's a reason we're keeping this between us, and that's because the moment it gets out, whether we get in any trouble for it or not, it all stops."
Squire grinned, leaning towards him and lowering his tone. "And the other reason's that she sucks cock like a goddess, right?"
Dark couldn't help but grin. "Well, yeah, there's definitely that too. It's so weird though, man. Have you ever heard of anypony sleepwalking like that, and doing that in their sleep? A princess, no less, and every single night we've been on duty lately it's been the exact same."
Squire nodded sagely, leaning back in his bunk. "I know what you mean, dude. It's heaven, but it's only a step away from hell." Dark shot him a confused look, and Squire shrugged his withers. "...eh, sounded more profound in my head." Dark snickered, but Squire ignored it. "Anyways, it's a bit of a precarious position. If we wake her up, there's no telling how she'd react, but if she woke up on her own? Whelp, good thing that hasn't happened yet, I'd rather not a one way trip to the moon."
It took Dark a moment, but he realised that while they'd hit the jackpot, there was still another matter to settle. Turning, he looked his colleague in the eye. "So, Commander never told us who got the first go on Celestia's throat, what do you think?"
Another squabble later, Dark won his prize, first watch over the door to Celestia's quarters, and the fun that would soon come with it. He waited with little patience, and more than a healthy helping of excitement.
It was always hard to guess when Celestia would come out to play. She was pretty sporadic about her timings, and she'd always be sure to have a bit of a wander before getting down to the main event. It was almost like she knew what she was doing. She'd put on a show of teasing Dark with her luscious curves as her body shimmered in the light of the courtyard.
The courtyard itself was always bathed in a pale, magical luminescence. It was no shock that Princess Celestia wasn't a fan of the dark, and she made sure to keep all of the corridors near her quarters well lit. It might have explained why she slept so heavily, even whilst sleepwalking, or sleepsucking. It also meant that Dark could see everything when she strutted around for him, which he could hardly complain over.
Dark tried multiple methods of passing the time as the night wore on, whistling to himself, counting the flowers that adorned the courtyard, and a fair amount of pacing, but nothing distracted him from the nervous anticipation in his belly, ever-growing.
And it was a nervous one. Even after multiple heavenly occurrences, there was always the worry that Celestia might wake up during, that she might attack him or throw him in the dungeon without second thought, and what could he really say in his defence? 'Sorry, I was scared to wake you?' Dark knew it was true that startling ponies while they sleepwalked could be very dangerous, but even so, he wondered if such reasoning would hold up.
Especially when the main reason he'd yet to tell anyone but the other night guards was that he fucking enjoyed it. He, a simple soldier, had the opportunity to get his cock polished by royalty every week, and she was the best blow he'd ever had to boot. It was something so many stallions could only dream of, and not only could he have it almost whenever he wanted, he was paid to be there!
He was truly living the dream, but tonight carried with it a separate sense of foreboding. What if his shift ended before Celestia came out? What if Squire got his action and he got absolutely nothing because for once he didn't get to stay the entire night? That'd be a serious case of blueballs, especially when he was already so worked up for it. He'd been able to feel his erection pressing against his belly for a while now, it came naturally at this point just from being there at that time.
Just when he began to feel that the night would last forever, he finally heard the doors creep open. He didn't look straight away, preferring to let the moment play out naturally, and as usual, Celestia walked out into the courtyard with a spring in her step, eyes firmly closed and tail swishing back and forth over her large, rounded behind. She was lively and animated, fully dressed in her regalia. Dark had often wondered if she didn't take it off before sleep, or if she took the time to get dressed in her sleepwalking escapades before coming out to greet him.
It was strange to think that even through all of their encounters, he didn't think she particularly knew of him consciously. No more than any other guard, at least.
But right now, she was all his, and she seemed to love being so. She twirled on the spot, parading around the cobbled pathways with a wry smile, wings outstretched as her mane billowed in the wind. Every so often, her tail would be pushed to the side, and Dark would sneak a glance at what laid beneath, an area of the princess he'd never been able to access.
And Dark would never try that, ever. While he loved the situation he found himself in, he already wondered if he was taking advantage, even if he managed to justify it to himself by saying that it was the princess doing these things to him, not the other way round. But still, looking never hurt, and Dark drank her all in as he felt more blood beginning to rush to his cock, his lips drying up as he forced himself not to take a step towards her. It was difficult to for him to exercise restraint, she was so enticing.
Still, it didn't take long for her to come to him, sauntering over in long, powerful strides that befit a ruler such as her. Her movements were almost ritualistic at this point, and Dark took the liberty of sitting down on a nearby stone step in order to give her better access. It saved her moving him with her magic, something she hadn't been afraid to do in the past.
His cock was already twitching with want as she looked down at him, desperate to finally be touched by the sleeping beauty, but even in her current state she was a tease, dragging out her advance and biting her lip hard.
Dark had no clue what dream she was having when she did these things, but it must have been a fucking good one.
After what felt like an eternity of teasing, Celestia incrementally approaching, she finally arrived before him, standing straight over Dark and planting a small kiss against his cheek.
He knew that next, those lips would be travelling down his body, one kiss, lick, and nibble at a time, until eventually, she found her prize.