Obaying the Chain of Command
Private Silent Stalker had been called to speak with her majesty, Queen Nightmare Moon. This was probably not good.
Now, as he made his way through the cold stone halls of the royal palace, he nervously wondered what he could have done to catch the attention of the most powerful mare in the world.
Maybe I fucked somethin' up... it'd 'ave t've been rural bad for her majesty to call me for a personal audience. Hopefully 's not that, though. There 're other reasons she would want t' speak with me personally, right?
Private Stalker could see his destination now, the two heavy wooden doors that lead to Nightmare Moon's private audience chamber. Each door was crafted from dark, almost black hardwood, and engraved with images depicting her victory over her weaker sister, Princess Celestia. Once he reached them, he turned to one of the two other Royal Guards standing by it.
"My name is Private Silent Stalker. I was called for an audience with Her Majesty."
The guard he had spoken to looked down at a list while the other watched him intently. After a short wait, the guard with the list looked up and nodded.
Silent Stalker awkwardly stood in Nightmare Moon's private audience chamber, not quite sure what to do with himself. The large throne was empty, and there was no-one in sight.
"Ah, right on time I see. That's good, we wouldn't want any tardiness on your part forcing me to change plans. That would reflect very badly on you, private."
Private Stalker turned around in surprise. Somehow, Nightmare Moon had appeared behind him without his notice, even as he had been actively looking for her. To Stalker's shock, she was lacking any of her signature armor or formal wear. He didn't have the time to wonder why, however, as he immediately bowed, per custom.
"Master of the Moon, ruler of the Night, emperor of all Equestria, I humbly salute you and am at your service." He repeated the salutation just as he always had, but this time if was different. Before, he had always been in a group, greeting her majesty as one, now he was all by himself in front of the most powerful mare ever known. He was nothing to her; only one, tiny replaceable tool for exerting her will on the world, meant only for her use. It scared him a bit and, embarrassingly, was kind'a hot.
"At ease, Private, this isn't going on the books. I've been watching you, and I've seen you working harder than your peers. I think it's time you were rewarded."
Stalker's eyes widened. This was high parse from any superior officer, but coming from the queen herself, this was nearly unheard of. He started to speak, caught himself, and then, considering the situation, went ahead with speaking his mind.
"Your Majesty, I'm so relieved! I thought I had screwed up big-time, but hearing that you called me to personally compliment me, I-" Nightmare Moon interrupted the excited guard with a loud snort.
"Relax, you're nothing special. You may have done well, but I've seen many do better." Stalker felt his face drop as her words extinguished the fire they had lit a moment before. Taking notice of this, Nightmare Moon grinned humorously, "You have nothing to be ashamed of. You may not be the best I have, but you're good enough. Now, for what I ordered you here for..." Nightmare Moon allowed he words to trail off as she stepped to the side, allowing Stalker to see another smaller, at least in comparison, mare standing behind her.
This new mare wore the formal, simple attire of one of the palace maids. A dark blue tailed coat covering a lighter blue colored undershirt with decorative buttons including a crescent moon where the collar opened to the neck; and on her hooves, soft purple velvet boots. She wore sparkling blue eye shadow with black eyeliner and teased eyelashes, and both her mane and tail were done up in simple buns. Her face seemed completely neutral at first glance, but as Stalker studied it, he got the feeling she was deeply unhappy to be there.
"This is Rarity, one of my maids. She has been shirking on her duties. I'm not happy with her, but I've decided to give her a second chance. First, however, she must be adequately punished for her laziness."
Nightmare Moon began walking towards the throne and Rarity followed. Assuming he was supposed to stick with the two mares, Stalker trailed behind.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, punished how? Isn't this something you would discuss with her supervisor?" Night Stalker asked quizzically, one eyebrow raised.
"No, private. I prefer to carry out such punishments personally." Nightmare Moon finished off her response with a chuckle and did not elaborate further, leaving Night Stalker to wonder what exactly she meant.
Having reached the alicorn-sized throne, Nightmare Moon casually flopped onto it. From this angle, Stalker could easily see her royal teats, and they drew his eyes in like a magnet. Nightmare moon spoke, either not noticing, or not caring where his eyes wandered.
"Rarity, face the stallion and sit." rarity obeyed, a careful expression of neutrality still covering her face. "Good. open your mouth. Private, approach her."
His empress' words shook Stalker out of his teat-induced haze. With a slight blush at how hot-and-bothered he had gotten, extra noticeable on his dark coat, he obeyed and moved to stand in front of the maid. Her mouth was opened awkwardly, and Stalker had a clear view of the tongue, uvula, and esophageal entrance it contained. Th's jus' keeps gettin' weirder and weirder.
"Private, mount her and fuck her face."
WHAT!
"WHAT!" Night Stalkers' head whipped around to face his master. She sat in her throne calmly, the cool expression on her face contrasting with the shocked expression on Stalker's.
"Did you not hear me, private. I want you to fuck her face, roughly. Now."
"I-I-aaahh... " Stalker"s brain stuttered as he tried to figure out the proper response, leaving his mouth to drag out the sound of his half-begun response. This was not a situation he had ever had to deal with before; but despite his hesitation, his body knew what to do and was already springing in to action.
It dawned on Night Stalker that his dick had already dropped from its sheath and was quickly hardening. Finally, his brain locked in to gear. I guess tha's it; there's only one thin' to do.
"Yes ma'am!" he boldly retorted. Complying with the order, Stalker reared up and placed his hooves behind here ears, then pulled himself forward so his forelegs rested comfortably and his stallionhood hung in front of her face, bobbing energetically in rhythm with his heart.
Careful to angle himself to avoid being stabbed by her horn, Stalker thrust his tip forward. What he felt was not the warm, fleshy, and inviting interior of the mares mouth, but the soft fur of her snout followed by a sudden squishy stop.
"Argh- My eye!" The mare jerked and pulled back, making her first vocalization of the encounter. Stalker immediately pulled his hips back, his cheeks burning even redder from his embarrassment than from his arousal.
"Oh, uh, sorry," Stalker stammered out before being sharply cut off by the voice of his divine commander.
"Do not apologize! This is a punishment, it is meant to be unpleasant. Be rough with her, but be careful not to do real harm."
Stalker gulped and nodded, "Yes ma'am." Slower and more reservedly this time, he pushed his tip forward, careful to keep it from bouncing up and stabbing the poor mare in the eye again. Thankfully, he seemed better able to keep himself on target, and soon found his mark.
As Stalker pushed himself into the maid's open lips, he felt the ridge of his head slightly scrape against her sharp upper teeth, the contact sending a shiver up his spine as he slid past. Having succeeded in the unexpectedly difficult task of entering the inviting orifice bestowed upon him by his deity, Stalker took a moment to get comfortable. He explorativly began rocking gently forward and back, enjoying the feeling of the underside of his shaft rubbing against the mare's slightly extended tongue.
"Get on with it, You have dragged your hooves enough as it is!" Stalker heard barked at him in a voice filled with command and authority spurring him to obey. Without the polite restraint he would usually have shown a mare, Stalker roughly shoved his length down the maids vulnerable throat. As soon as Stalker hit her uvula, the mare gagged hard, making a muffled sound from underneath him, and jerked slightly. Stalker kept his grip firm and held her head in place under his barrel. More and more of his proud shaft quickly dissipated between the mare's lips until he finally bottomed out with his snug, inky blue balls resting against her pristine white chin.
Wasting no time for fear of displeasing his master, Stalker vigorously began the back stoke, pulling his shaft out from the warm depths of the mare's slick throat. The mare's gagging had only been aggravated by the continued intrusion of his meat, and as he removed himself from her throat, he was aided by her reflexive muscular contractions. When only his head remained inside the mare's body, the rest of his shaft, now dripping with the mare's juices, being subjected to the cold harsh outside word, Stalker paused for just a moment, then plunged himself back in as quickly as possible, doing his best to imitate a steam piston. The mare gagged again, but the sound was completely drowned out by the wet *GLORP* of Stalker's dick reentering her throat faster than the first time. When Stalker bottomed out this time, he did so with enough force to slap his balls against the mare's petite chin.
Stalker continued pistoning in and out of the mare's mouth, starting to really get into it now that he had effectively broken the ice. Without loosing his pace, he turned to look at the throne. He was greeted by the sight of Nightmare Moon, the supreme ruler of the know world, the conqueror of the sun, the most powerful and respected mare to ever live, and, in Stalker's personal opinion, the most attractive, lounging back on her haunches. She sat openly displaying herself and rubbing the general area of her clit with one hoof, slightly parting her labia with her motions. This definitely was not something Stalker ever expected to see outside a wet dream or an embarrassing private fantasy about something he would surely never have.
Stalker's thrusts started to lose speed and regularity as he got lost ogling the sight before him. His eyes carefully traced the curves of one hind leg, traveling down from her perfectly polished hoof, over her slender hock, and running along the swell of her muscular thigh. The greatest treasure, however, was the perfect, amazing, objectively flawless royal pony pussy nestled between her splayed legs. The lips themselves were a dark, almost midnight-black blue color, the color of the night sky illuminated by the moon. In contrast, the brightly colored pink hidden between them seemed almost incandescent, the warm color evoking the glow of a sunrise or sunset. Stalker did his absolute best to burn this image into his memory. If he could still recall this as vividly on his deathbed as it appeared to him now, he would die a happy stallion.
Nightmare's cunt suddenly twitched, then flexed, her clit jumping out to kiss her hoof before quickly returning to its home. Her whole vulva seemed to shudder a bit following the direct stimulation to her nub. Stalker blinked as the sudden, unexpected movement tugged him back out of the mental rut he had been stuck in and he began to realize something.
With a gulp, he brought his eyes up from his sovereign's genitalia to meet her eyes.
"Uuuuuuuhhh... I'm sorry! I was- You were- It's-"
"You've stopped thrusting. Did I tell you to stop?"
"AH! N-no ma'am!"
At some point, while Stalker had been distracted by the tantalizing view, he had ceased his movements inside the maid whose mouth he still occupied. Right as he went to resume thrusting, his shaft, seemingly on instinct alone, flexed and swelled, the head expanding in to the typical 'plug' shape that kept fluids from leaking out of any orifice its owner chose to insert it in to. His eyes still focused on the divine pussy to his right, Stalker thrust his now flared head back down the mare's tight, clinging esophagus with a mighty *SHLORP*
Stalker felt the mare underneath him struggle and flex a bit as his suddenly girthier head was forced back down her throat, not fully committing to an attempt to through him off, but halfheartedly attempting to push him back off her a bit. Stalker, however, had no intention of giving up any amount the oral access he was enjoying, and gripped her head even tighter.
As he watched his commander and secret crush pleasure herself to the violation he was currently perpetrating on one of her own servants, Stalker felt tension begin to build. He felt like a toy being played with, he and the maid both. They were property of the Mistress of the Night, and she was using them to entertain herself. That idea made him feel warm and fuzzy inside in a way he wasn't used to. A deep blush spread across Stalker's muzzle and he felt his balls tighten
"Ma'am, I- I'm-"
"Don't stop!" Nightmare commanded with an authority that made Stalker's heart flutter.
Wanting to obey his master's order to her complete satisfaction, Stalker pushed forward. His thrusts were shallower now, keeping his flare safely buried inside the mare's throat and simply plunging it from top to bottom. Out of curiosity, Stalker tore his eyes away from the glorious crotch presented to him, and looked up to his ruler's face. She appeared to be looking quite intently below him. Stalker slowly followed her gaze down and realized the outline of his flared head was very clearly visible through the mare's throat; it could clearly be seen moving up and down in time with his movements.
The idea that Nightmare Moon, the mare he adored, the most accomplished and most powerful pony ever, who could have anything and anypony she wanted at any time, was aroused by the sight of him dominating one of the palace maids, sent him over the edge. The maid seemed to notice it too and committed more fully to pushing him off. Stalker was having none of it; he had his orders and he would carry them out. With his position of leverage and greater strength, he kept her firmly where she was.
Stalker felt his orgasm beginning and, with an animalistic grunt, pushed himself as far down the mare's throat as he could, not stopping until her petite, wrinkling nose was pressed against his sheath. As Stalker deposited his essence into the mare, none escaping the tight seal formed around his flare, he couldn't resist pretending he was actually cumming inside of his exalted master instead.
Eventually, his orgasm died down and his grip loosened; the mare seized the opportunity and shoved him back. Left discombobulated and lethargic by his release, Stalker hardly resisted and stumbled back off the mare. His softening but still flared head made a satisfying pop as it pulled out of the mare's mouth.
As soon as her mouth was clear of any phallic blockages, the mare gave several heaving coughs toward the floor, a small amount of saliva, phlegm, and pearly white cum being ejected from her throat to splatter on the ground below. Stalker watched the result of his rough fucking with fascination as he caught his breath.
"Good work, private. Return to your barracks and take the night off."
"Yes ma'am!" Stalker replied with less energy than usual.
Stalker made his was back out of the throne room with as much dignity as he could, walking a bit slower than he usually would have in an effort to give his well-used dick enough time to stop dripping fluids and retreat back in to his sheath. As he walked, he listened to the sweet, commanding voice of his supreme ruler chastising the maid for resisting his forceful fucking.
Mercifully, he was back in his sheath by the time he made his way through the huge wooden doors and past the guards on duty. As he made his was back to his barracks, he found his mind wandering. Being used as a toy, being used by his master to fulfill her fantasies, it had felt good. It had felt right in a way he wasn't used to.
He had a lot to think about.