The Enslavement of the Royal Guard

Golden Spear had always wanted to be a Royal Guard. From her earliest school days, she had been attracted to the fairy tales of the Royal Guards of Equestria. Brave and beautiful, seductive yet strong, knocking out bad guys with a knockout body, it was ideal for her. Golden Spear had grown up with that mission in mind. In many ways, she was a perfect fit. She'd been a cheerleader in high school, her looks allowing her to take the front pages in her class's school magazine, yet a sports star in her own right. She was both head cheerleader and the sports star, and it was all perfect training and had set herself up well for the job.

These days, she would walk through the streets of Canterlot with her white bubble butt covered only by a thin strip of armour and a cape, whilst her front revealed more than a bikini. Some might be mortified by such an appearance, but not Golden Spear. She was a professional, and she had grown up hearing about the proud tradition of Equestria having their guards dress both to tease rather than intimidate. Let the knights of other nations walk through their streets dressed like thugs and grunts; Equestria was different. Their bodies would be bare, but it was a symbol allowing the ponies of Equestria to know that the Royal Guards of Equestria weren't thugs to enforce order but always open to hear their civilians' pleas and fears.

Alas, things had not been so romantic these last few days, their new boss Tempest Shadow may have once been a unicorn once, but she had become one of the thugs of other nations. Golden Spear still remembered her ears bleeding from Tempest screaming into their ears that they were 'Soldiers of Equestria' not 'Sluts dressed in armour'. Urgh... didn't that bitch understand the whole point? Their armour was already enchanted with magic, it might not look like it covered much physically but it was covered with magic that made them tougher than diamond. And the ruthless drills, trying to stamp out the 'unwanted' affections... What the hell was Celestia thinking? Why in Equestria did they relocate Gleaming Shield to the Crystal Empire? This outsider didn't understand how things worked in Equestria.

All in all, Golden Spear wasn't looking forward to meeting this bitch, nor was she too eager to wear the new uniforms that Tempest Shadow would be issuing. Probably something that would suffocate Golden Spear's enormous tits. She sighed to herself, let's just get this over with.

She marched into her position, lining up with her fellow guards in a line, her crystal heels digging into the floor as she assumed the perfect posture. Legs spread, her asscheeks clenched, her hands folded behind her back, her tits pushed forwards and head held high. She might be a slut but by Celestia, she was a _Royal Slut _and she would maintain her duty.

The sounds of stomping across the floor was all Golden Spear needed to hear to know the screaming was about to begin, it was with such **** effort that she avoided letting out an exhausted sigh. But when her eyes turned to face the approaching Tempest Shadow, her jaw dropped. What happened to the stuffy, prudish bitch? Now, she marched with a seductive strut instead of the disciplined march, her eyes were now coated in seductive red eyeshadow, but it was her armour that had truly changed.

Her sensible boots had now been replaced with high heeled boots, her greaves and sleeves were the only part of her outfit that remained intact. Now instead of a chest plate, Tempest had become the most audacious out of all of them, replacing it with sheer fishnets, now, instead of being a prude, Tempest was wearing less than the Royal Guard, they were at least covering their nipples.

"Guards of Equestria, Royal Soldiers of Celestia, it seems I owe you all an apology." Tempest barked, marching through the ranks, her voice strained to reach the very back of her formation. "I have, for too long, wasted your time trying to **** you into constricting armour, to dress yourselves like the bandits and thugs of the other nations. Rest assured that this policy ends now, and any of you I have punished with my ignorance will be compensated."

Golden Spear let a smile spread on her face. Talk about a pleasant surprise, it seemed Celestia herself had finally turned the heart of the ignorant fool. Enthusiasm spread through Golden Spear's face like electric spark, her posture became more sincere and her previous boredom gave way to delightful duty. Finally things were looking up.

"BUT!" Tempest barked, turning on her heel and glaring into the eyes of the Royal Guard with a piercing gaze. "Do not think that I will be going any easier on you. My previous training may have been misled, but that isn't to say that there's no room for improvement, the bandits at Equestria's borders will not rest and whilst they may lack our understanding of a true Royal Guard they remain a serious threat."

Golden Spear remained resolute, her brow furrowed in determination. She was more than aware of the truth behind Tempest's words, just because the Royal Guards of Equestria put emphasis on the 'serve' part of their job didn't mean they didn't also resolve to protect the ponies of Equestria. This was a truth that had been drilled into them since the founding of Equestria itself and not one she had ever neglected, no it was one that she had thrown herself into with the same determination that she would to dress like a slut. The other nations might sneer at Equestria as a land guarded by 'sluts and whores' but at the end of the day, they were still the most powerful nation in the world.

"Let there be no mistake, it is your duty to protect Equestria, to fight for Equestria but also to serve Equestria. To be the feast in the eyes of the stallions and mares of Equestria, but the two go hand in hand with each other. Let them underestimate you, see you nothing as a slut in armour so that they will not see the might of Equestria. And for that, I have a treat for you all." Tempest barked, before turning around to use her frazzled magic to break open crates upon crates of new armour.

The armour was absolutely divine. The gleaming golden armour curved explicitly to reveal more and more of the Guardsmare's body, Golden Spear wasn't sure that her areola would be properly covered, given the size of her tits.. Her heart was already pounding as she imagined marching through the streets of Canterlot with half of her tits on full display, luring the foolish criminals, thugs and enemies of Equestria into false senses of security. Then there were the crotch plates, or perhaps crotch panties that would practically advertise their private parts rather than hide them.

Then there were helmets, Golden Spear noticed that they seemed to thrum with a unique sickly green power, almost like the neon signs of a nightclub sign, yet Golden Spear noticed a rather odd magic coming from them. It wasn't anything unusual though, it was standard nature for the Royal Guards to have their armour enchanted by enchantments developed by Princess Celestia herself. A means to compensate against their naturally revealing armour, yet something about these helmets rubbed Golden Spear the wrong way.

But Golden Spear, was a soldier of the Royal Guard, and she had her orders, and she wasn't one to kick a gift pony in the mouth. Finally Celestia's radiance had converted the heart of Tempest Shadow and this wasn't the time to start whining, not when finally things were going right. So Golden Spear took her place in the queue to receive her new armour, and once she received it, she stripped down and donned it.

Some prudes of Equestria might not be comfortable revealing so much, after all there were swimsuits that were more concealing, but that didn't matter to Golden Spear. She was a proud member of the Royal Guard, and this was nothing new to her. In fact, she relished it. It had often been joked about that the armour wasn't just enchanted to protect the Royal Guard but make them all exhibitionists. As if Celestia had always been a secret pervert, twisting the Royal Guards behind the scenes. An absurd thought, but an exciting fantasy.

Tempest Shadow stood on her stage, hands folded behind her back with a sinister smirk and her spine straight as her eyes surveyed the Royal Guard. Each wearing their new gleaming armour, more naked than strippers. With crystal platform heels, metallic golden armour that revealed both cleavage and underboob, and only a thin blue cloak as any reveal coverage, they were the all-you-can-fuck buffet they were, contrasted only by the soft sickly green glow of some of their helmets.

"Where does your loyalty lay, Royal Sluts?" Tempest Shadow barked, and every Royal Guard knew their answer.

"To serve the ponies of Equestria. To protect its ponies, to excite their fantasies, to be their knights in skimpy armour and to defeat its enemies. With our bodies, our magic and our minds, we serve Equestria and its Princesses for the land of friendship, magic and harmony." Golden Spear rang out, her voice echoed by thousands of voices. A surge of pride thrumming through her heart as she spoke, this was the truth of Equestria and it was one that Golden Spear was proud to be a part of.

"Such conviction, you sound so noble, so proud, so sincere." Tempest reached into her pocket and revealed something small. A remote? Immediately Golden Spear felt the adrenaline kick in, her instincts screaming in horror as her hooves were about to spring forward. "Yet so foolish."

Tempest's finger slammed onto the red button of the remote and the helmet on Golden Spear's head clenched down against her skull, blinding her and making her begin to lose her footing. For a second, her hands tried to wrestle the helmet off her head, but it was sealed onto her skull as if it had been drilled on. Then a surge of magic rippled through her body, as if she had been delivered an electric shock, then her feet stopped listening, her arms fell down to her sides. Golden Spear couldn't move her arms, legs nor even speak. She was reduced to merely a thought in her head.

"Stand at attention." Tempest barked, and Golden Spear's body moved on its own, pushing herself up off the floor and standing at attention back where she once was. Golden Spear couldn't even grit her teeth to display her discomfort, there was simply no muscle in her body that would listen to her mind now.

Golden Spear found her gaze fixed onto Tempest Shadow, whose eyes roamed the ranks of the Royal Guard with great pleasure. Golden Spear tried to listen for any signal that any in the Royal Guard had been smarter than herself, had not put on the helmets or that they had instead malfunctioned somehow and thus had not been subjected to the cruel fate of herself. But her ears picked up no sign of distress, of resistance or any kind of fight. It seemed this bitch had won, and Golden Spear was free to do nothing but hate. Merely able to hope that her thoughts alone would somehow get through.

"Oh don't worry, you Royal little sluts, you have nothing to fear. I will soon enough return your bodies to your own control, just as soon as I've finished setting some things up in your heads, now, please give a warm welcome to your Master, your Mistress and the Slutprincess of Servitude herself, Princess Celestia!" Tempest Shadow announced, raising a hand to welcome the three approaching ponies. The bodies of the Royal Guard moved on their own to celebrate the arrival of the guests.

The first to enter was a purple dragon with green fins, Golden Spear didn't know him. She'd admit, he seemed strong and sexy but nothing else seemed to stand out to her. Then, there was the ivory unicorn with purple hair she was...beautiful. More than beautiful, her radiance seemed to cause the light around her to glow brighter, as if the heavens herself was celebrating her beauty. Her ivory fur had not a single imperfection across it, not a single hair too long nor too short, the burn marks, stains or cuts that ponies of Equestria would rack up over their lives seemed absent, and her body… Gods, her body was beyond perfect. Perfect figure, perfect ass, perfect legs, perfect feet and especially perfect tits, the whole pony was perfect. Perfect enough to break through Golden Spear's heterosexuality and make her think unbecoming thoughts about mares for the first time. It was as if the unicorn could sense the thoughts of Golden Spear, or perhaps the entire Royal Guard for she gave them all a dazzling smile that made their hearts melt.

But the unicorn wasn't the one that captured Golden Spear's true attention. No, her attention was drawn instead to the pony entering behind them, Golden Spear had heard Tempest's words but she hadn't believed them, but there she was, clear as the days she brought Equestria. It was none other than Princess Celestia herself, standing above each and every one of them, her normally gentle smile curved into a cruel, mocking grin behind her purple shaded eyes. Around her neck and her wrists were golden chains that dangled down her body as a symbol of her slavery . Her outfit, whilst always revealing, as was Equestria's proud tradition, was now also villainous in nature. Her proud cleavage was now adorned with broad golden shoulder spikes, and sharp spiked golden heels that echoed through the room with every step.

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"Over one thousand years I have waited for this moment. Over a thousand years, twelve thousand months, Three hundred and sixty five thousand days I have dreamed for a day just like this one, and the best is still to come." Celestia purred, her fingers curling in her hands with a villainous flex, her wicked eyes roaming over the rows upon rows of Royal Guard like an artist examining her finest creation.

"I hope the moment was worth it, Princess." Another voice said. Golden Spear's heart was already aching as if someone had driven an ice spear into it, but this new voice only served to redouble that fear. Wasn't that voice Twilight Sparkle's, perhaps Equestria's greatest hero? And come to think of it, wasn't that unicorn her friend Rarity, another of the Defenders of Equestria? She had only seen her in newspapers before. Golden Spear would ask what in Celestia's name was going on but it just didn't seem appropriate any more.

"Oh, all too much my special slutty student." Celestia said, her deep voice oozing with venomous allure. They fell onto Tempest Shadow, who was bowing deeply, her body contorting in a way that put her fine ass on full display before the Princesses and entourage. "And before I forget, Twilight, I must say that I was awfully pleased with your wicked betrayal of Tempest Shadow here. She was so **** to make amends for her crimes and you twisted that to turn her into our Master's fuck ****."

"Of which I am all too grateful." Tempest said, wiggling her ass like a puppy's tail whilst still bowing before her betters. The words Celestia spoke couldn't have truly been from her, the thought was too sickening for Golden Spear to believe. It had to be a changeling, a lie, an imposter, anything but the real thing.

Twilight for her part was blushing, not from shame but from embarrassment. She pressed a finger to her lips and smiled with mock innocence. "I'm only trying to follow in your and Cadance's examples."

"Of which you are doing extremely well, darling." Rarity spoke, even her voice seemed to ripple through the air like a siren's call. "Shall we get onto the main event, my beloved Master Spike?"

The dragon, who Golden now realised was called Spike, smirked as the eyes of the four mares fell upon him. Why was Celestia looking upon this 'Spike' with such reverence? It was as if Celestia was the humble subject and Spike the god.

"Well considering how much work you put into it, why don't you do the honours?" Spike said, and Celestia's smile beamed as if she had just been offered a present.

"Oh my Master, you are much too kind. I'd offer to reward you but I'd already happily offer you everything I own, reward or no reward. I suppose you can't really offer more than everything, can you?" Celestia said, with a soft teasing in her voice but also a trace of disappointment. "I only wish they weren't locked in their own minds, so I could see their faces as I reveal to them that their jobs, their lives, the entire history of the Royal Guard and Equestria has been a lie.”

If Golden Spear was able to control her own legs she suspected that they would be buckling, if she could control her fingers then they'd be clenched into fists, but she could do neither of those things and she was stuck in her own mind. This wasn't her Princess Celestia, it couldn't be. Golden Spear could only hope to fix her gaze and hope she would spot some sign of the deception or something. Anything, anything at all!

Celestia turned on her heel and started to march down the ranks of the Royal Guard, each step punctuating through the air like a blade. Celestia seemed to take a special pleasure in examining each and every one of the paralysed Royal Guards with a lewd gaze, examining each and every one of them like a hawk. "You must all be so very confused, my dear Guard Sluts, I can only imagine what's going on in each of your minds. The denial, the fear, the shock, the confusion. Oh, I can almost taste it."

The way Princess Celestia seemed to relish every moment of her gloating seemed to be another punch at Golden Spear's heart, if she could move she would be shaking her head. Trying to shake the feelings of doubt out of her head. This wasn't the real Celestia, it was an imposter, a changeling or perhaps none of this was real. It was a dream, a nightmare, an illusion.

"I'm sure you're all just dying to know the truth, to know what's going on? Well, allow me to indulge you." As Celestia walked she held her head up high, towering over each of the Royal Guard with her enhanced alicorn body, she walked with a supermodel's strut and with a heave of her gigantic cleavage, making sure to highlight her famous tits, the chains around her wrists and neck dangling with every step she took. "You see, I've lied, oh how I've lied, my stupid Royal Guard whores. You've devoted your lives to Celestia, the virtuous Princess of the Sun, but that was a lie. A façade, a mask that I wore whilst the REAL me weaved her threads from behind the scenes."

Every word that Celestia spoke held the undercurrent of amusement within it, as if with every word she spoke, she was barely holding back a wicked chuckle or even maniacal laughter. "My true title is Celestia, the Slutprincess of Servitude. The Goddess of sex slavery and champion to all women who'll pledge themselves to serve my Master's dick. For a thousand years I may have worn the mask of a regal and respectful ruler but behind the scenes, I have been twisting Equestria for its TRUE purpose."

Celestia stopped marching between the ranks to stop to look at one of the Royal Guard in the eye. On a whim, that Royal Guard happened to be Golden Spear, giving the Royal Guard a perfect view into the sinister glint in Princess Celestia's magenta eyes. Golden Spear hoped that there might be a trace of resistance within them, perhaps mind control or the signs of an imposter, but all she found was a gleeful evil spark. "Oh, I had thought it would be difficult, I thought ponies would question why their Royal Guards were being dressed in stripper armour and prancing around on stripper heels. But you know that it wasn't."

Celestia let out a laugh, not a gentle, good natured laugh, but a wicked, cruel laugh of evil triumph that one would expect to come out of the lips of Chrysalis or Nightmare Moon. Not Celestia, not their sweet, kind Celestia. "Oh, I remember the rationalisations. 'It's a proud Equestrian Tradition', 'It makes clear our Guards are here to serve not oppress', 'Better sluts than thugs'." Celestia mimicked, much like the mocking of a schoolyard bully. "Heck, I barely had to do any of the work myself, my little ponies’ natural patriotism sent their minds jumping through so many hoops. Do you know how many times I had to hold back my laughter, do you know how I had to squirm on my throne to stop myself from gloating and laughing? More times than I can count."

Celestia booped the nose of Golden Spear, chortling to herself as she skipped through the ranks of the Royal Guard. Golden Spear was fuming, thrashing around in a prison of her own mind, beating against the walls of her own mental prison. How could she be so stupid? Her dreams, her career, her life's mission all part of some cruel prank or trick? No, she couldn't believe it.

"But don't feel too bad, my Royal Sluts, you were hardly the only ones I tricked. In fact, there's not a pony alive today who hasn’t been a part of my plans for these last thousand years. It wasn't just the Royal Guard that was in the web I was spinning, but the whole of Equestria from the ground up has been built off of a lovely lie. Generation after generation of ponies have committed themselves to this nation, convinced it's a land of sweet friendship and corny harmony, never knowing the truth."

Celestia skipped back to the dragon who now stood at the top of the stage, overlooking the Royal Guard. Twilight, Rarity and Tempest Shadow around him, each smiling wickedly, but none quite so wicked as Princess Celestia. The Princess pressed her gigantic tits against the dragon's chest, her right index finger trailing along the dragon's chest. "That for a thousand years I have been preparing Equestria for this sexy stud of a dragon right here. For a thousand years, I have been working under your ignorant little noses, perverting its institutions, corrupting our culture. Slowly, generation after generation I have been shaping it into the perfect lewd paradise for my dragon Master here."

Celestia then proceeded to press her lips against the dragon's lips, just as she also pressed her enormous tits against his chest. Golden Spear had never seen the Princess so submissive before, wherever the dragon pushed back, Celestia happily let him. When the dragon pawed at her enormous white breasts like a savage, Celestia only chuckled lewdly. So very different from both the virtuous Princess she had always seemed to be, and the wicked villainous that she seemed to have become.

Celestia's violet eyes turned back to the guards with a gloating stare, she pulled away from the dragon but made no effort to tear his grip away from her heavenly breasts. Breasts that had always seemed so unattainable before today, now wantonly given to be groped and molested freely by this dragon stud. "And it's all been leading to this moment my dears. The moment where I can finally reveal myself, not as the soft, weak willed Princess Celestia of the Sun, but the sensuous, alluring Slutprincess Celestia of Servitude!"

She took the golden chain that dangled around her neck and placed it in the dragon's hand, before whispering into the dragon's ear. "Be as rough as you want, Master. I assure you I can take it."

She turned back to the crowd, now leashed to her Master's grip, but that fact did not seem to make her lack confidence. Shame seemed to be the furthest thing from the Princess's mind right now as her evil eyes roamed the frozen guards with triumph. "I'm sure you're all wondering the same question, the same thought is rattling around in each of your little heads... why? Why would I betray you all for generation after generation? Why would I scheme behind your backs? Well, it's all for one reason."

With her eyes looking over her shoulder, she knelt. Knelt like slaves of the Storm King would kneel, only there wasn't a quiver of fear in her body like those slaves, but a much more primal quiver, one of excitement, devotion and arousal. Her divine hand trailed up the dragon's leg to rest on his crotch as she turned back to the crowd. "He is why. He is Spike, my Master, my God. It is his destiny to claim all women, and all things as his own. To rule from the frozen norths of the Crystal Empire down to the harsh deserts of Zebrica. And to claim every mare, every woman of every species as his own. As his servants, as his slaves and concubines, and I have prepared Equestria for his arrival, worked behind the scenes to make that promised day come to pass, and now all of you will do the same. So for your first command...kneel."

Golden Spear felt her limbs, which had previously become numb for standing at attention for so long, snap to attention. Her legs fell to the floor as she performed the pose that she had done so many times before the Princess before, but this time it wasn't to a kind-hearted benevolent ruler she was kneeling before but a perverted, powerful stud of a dragon whose eyes were roaming across the rows of Royal Guards like they were his own personal treasure horde, Twilight, Tempest and Rarity all smiling by his side. Just who was this dragon? What was it about him that could possibly compel such obedience from a goddess like Celestia herself?

Celestia, for her part, was tutting, like a schoolteacher disappointed with her class. "No, no, no, no... my dear, foolish ponies. Not like that, not so dignified, you have knelt like that before me for over a thousand years. But this...this is a special chase. More submissive, throw your heads to the floor, today you're not bowing before your Princess, you're bowing before your god!"

Golden Spear tried to fight it, but she had no means to do so. She simply didn't have anything to latch onto, nothing that would respond to her mind or will, her body didn't seem to listen to her anymore, it didn't seem to care. It only cared for the will of Celestia now, Celestia and her true Master. So, Golden Spear found her head being thrown to the floor, kowtowing before this dragon invader, only able to imagine the vile insults she wished to shout at the dragon who had corrupted her perfect Princess.

“This, my dear whores, is my Master Spike. I had a vision over a thousand years ago. A vision which helped me embrace the side of myself that I had so long been suppressing. I was smothered by the expectations of virtue, duty and diligence. I had thought it was my destiny to be a dutiful Princess, tirelessly serving my ponies and acting with principle and nobility. HA!” The bark of laughter echoed through the silent room, ringing in Golden Spear’s ears. “So, I buried my lust, buried my sin and my wicked fantasies. I suppressed all the ideas I had of how I could **** this power, until my Master came.”

Celestia fished this ‘Master Spike’s’ cock from his trousers and planted a long searing kiss on the top of it, as if she was kissing the love of her life. “He freed me of my stifling responsibilities, he fucked the pretext of virtue and nobility out of my heart, and he gave me a new purpose. To pull the strings of Equestria and weave it into a tapestry of sin and sex. He told me that a thousand years from that day, he would return to claim the kingdom I had prepared for him.”

Celestia’s hand started to pump the dragon’s dick, and Spike’s hand placed a firm but not forceful claw on Celestia’s head, encouraging her to keep going. “And today, he will reap the fruits of my efforts, first we will start with you my loyal Royal Sluts. The fools I deluded into thinking big tits, slutty suits of armour and long orgies somehow made you knights in shining armour. Now you will forget any pretence of being anything but what I intended you to be. Loyal slut enforcers of my Master’s will, and thanks to my Master’s newest **** Tempest, that is what will happen. So, my dear Amazonian slut Tempest, will you do the honours?”

Golden Spear could feel her cheeks burning, the world around her dizzying. This had to be a trick, a lie, an awful prank. But her denial was giving way to anger. Whether this was truly Celestia or some kind of trick, Golden Spear would put a stop to it.

She thrashed around in her mind, her thoughts becoming a storm of rage. She threw her angry thoughts like they were fists and swords, against the walls of her mind, but nothing would crack the helmet's control. There was simply nothing to grasp onto, no way to make any progress, and with every second she failed to make any progress against her mind was another second of free will gone forever.

Meanwhile, back on the stage, Tempest Shadow formed a sadistic smile and her eyes lit up like a kid being given a Hearth's Warming present. "Hehehe... you truly are a benevolent Slutprincess, Celestia, of course I would be absolutely delighted to."

Tempest turned back to the rank and file, hands folded behind her back and she marched towards the armies. For a moment, her hawkish eyes scanned the guards with the same disciplined ferocity that she held before. Eyes that Golden Spear was only just now realising where what a truly disciplined guard’s should be like, not like the brainwashed fool that Golden Spear had been. Her heart filled up with remorse, had Celestia twisted Tempest's mind like she was about to do to Golden Spear and the rest of the Royal Guard? Had those scoffs and dismissals not been the actions of an out of touch thug, but the only sane mare in all of Equestria?

It didn't matter anymore though, because that Tempest was gone. That much was made fundamentally clear. Tempest had been reforged in Celestia's twisted image, the savage grin spreading across Tempest's face was a testament to that. "Listen up, you Royal Whores, under Celestia and Gleaming Shield's guidance, you have been properly trained to serve our Master, your skills have been honed for these last thousand years to perfection, but now, all that to do is reshape your loyalties."

This was it, Golden Spear was out of time. She braced herself for the inevitable, her thoughts swirling around in her mind, as if trying to shield her identity in a cocoon of thoughts.

"Repeat after me, and let your words reshape you to the very deepest depths of your mind, let them become your new truth and forget any memory that contradicts it. I was born to serve as a royal **** and whore."

"I was born to serve as a royal **** and whore." The Royal Guard rang out in perfect monotone harmony.

Golden Spear tried to brace herself against the mind control changes, but as soon as she heard the words come out of her lips, she relaxed. That didn't change anything at least, the Royal Guards were well known as the **** whores of Equestria. That was why she wore this armour that wouldn't be out of place on a stripper's body. That was why she marched through the streets of Canterlot, embracing the lewd stares of every pony she passed. This, at least, changed absolutely nothing.

"You crave to serve your betters sexually. Your adore lewd stares, comments, and perversion."

"We crave to serve our betters sexually. We adore lewd stares, comments, and perversion."

Golden Spear almost wished that Tempest would hurry up and begin the brainwashing; the anticipation was almost worse than the real thing. Yet again, Tempest decided not to change anything real; hadn't this always been true? After all, Golden Spear had been **** to be fucked by her superiors, I mean, had you seen Celestia? She was beyond beautiful, and he her fucking tits! Forget the sun; that's what she really wanted to be watching on a summer's day.

And lewd stares, comments, and perversion, well yeah, sometimes she remembered being annoyed by them, but those times were distant and far between. In fact, she could barely remember those times of annoyance, they seemed to simply trickle out of her mind, overwhelmed by the thousands more times that they had sent a surge of arousal, of happiness through her entire body, adding a skip to her step and smile to her face; she wouldn't be a Royal Guard Slut if she didn't.

"It is your purpose to enforce a society where all women serve your Masters, where all mares will become sex slaves for the Master of the harem and the diamond in his horde."

"It is our purpose to enforce a society where all women serve our Masters, where all mares will become sex slaves for the Master of the harem and the diamond in his horde."

That...that made sense too, didn't it? It was like Celestia had said, she had been warping the nature of Equestria for generations, hadn't she? All for the sake of this dragon and his unicorn partner. The diamond in the horde? Was that her official title? It didn't matter, the point was that whilst Golden Spear may not have known that she was being trained to serve them, to enforce their desires to turn the mares of Equestria into their sex slaves, that didn't change the facts. It was what she had been doing, it was her purpose in a way.

"You are all eager to serve their every whim and pleasure. Nothing else matters more than making sure your Master Spike is satisfied and that you obey Mistress Rarity as his most excellent ****."

"We are all eager to serve their every whim and pleasure. Nothing else matters more than making sure our Master Spike is satisfied and that we obey Mistress Rarity as his most excellent ****."

Well, that was true of course, Golden Spear was a professional after all. It was her duty to serve her superiors and betters in the Royal Guard. Structure and hierarchy was simply a part of the job and she wouldn't have agreed to be a part of the Royal Guard if she wasn't happy serving her superiors. This Harem Master Spike and Mistress Rarity were just the newest in captains that she had to serve, whether as a Royal Guard or as a ****. And Golden Spear was happy to do so.

"Your bodies, minds and souls belong to your Master Spike and the Diamond in his horde, Mistress Rarity. You are his."

"Our bodies, minds and souls belong to our Master Spike and the Diamond in his horde, Mistress Rarity. We are his."

Well that went without saying. Any soldier was expected to serve their owners, they could only be considered the property of their leaders. That was simply natural, so Spike and Rarity owned them, body, mind and soul. Why had Golden Spear been so afraid of the prospect of brainwashing before? That was simply the natural right of Spike and Rarity, to mould Golden Spear's mind, body and soul to their liking however they wanted. Golden Spear wished they'd stop stalling though and actually begin the brainwashing already, this helmet was getting uncomfortable.

"I think that'll be enough, Master Spike, unless you have some more ideas?" Tempest said, grinning at Spike, still receiving a handjob from Celestia. That sight had disgusted Golden Spear before but now that she thought about it, why should it? It was her duty to serve her Master and Mistress as their slaves after all, whether that meant enforcing their will, following their orders, fighting for them or serving them with her body, it was Golden Spear's duty to do so. That was what she had wanted all her life, so why wouldn't she be delighted to see Celestia do the same?

"No, I don't think so, darling, what do you think, Master?" Rarity purred, her body pressed against Spike's side as she grinned approvingly down at Celestia.

"I don't think I have anything more to add. What do you think, Celestia?"

The Slutprincess of Servitude (her real title, Golden Spear now realised) looked up at Spike like he was an angel or perhaps more than that. Golden Spear now realised that he was more than that, he was her Master and it was a title that he so richly deserved. "I don't think anything more is required, my glorious Master, I think they're ready to serve their true purpose.

Golden Spear almost had to do a double take. She had thought they were going to brainwash her, rewrite her mind to be something more compliant, but as far as she could tell nothing had been changed. She was still the same slutty enforcer of her Master Spike and Mistress Rarity's glorious will, still a pawn in their long held plan to bring all of Equestria under their control. Had Golden Spear simply been perfect for the task all along? She couldn't help but be disappointed, even if her heart welled with the pride of apparently being perfect for the job.

"Tempest, if you please." Spike said, snapping his fingers at Tempest Shadow. The dark Guard Captain agreed, pressing another button on the remote. With a loud mechanical buzzing, the clamps on Golden Spear's helmet became loose, and much more comfortable. She couldn't deny it was a relief to be free of the constraints, even if she knew it was an honour to have her mind open to be rewritten at any time.

"Now, a little test run, shall we, darling?" Mistress Rarity purred, Her divine body pressing against her Master Spike's side as her approving gaze swept through the ranks.

"An excellent idea. Guards, STRIP!" Spike bellowed, and the guards, with practiced efficiency, hastened to obey. Not one of them were ashamed nor saw any need to hide their bodies, this was for their Master and Mistress and their bodies had been pledged to them.

The clattering and clangs to golden helmets and armour rang throughout the halls as the Royal Guards all stripped out of their weapons and armour. A thousand pairs of breasts now stood exposed, proud and inviting even as they held their bodies with the firm rigidness of a statue. But whilst their poses might be as rigid as a statue, the same couldn't be said for their emotions. Every guardsmare's nipples were as stiff as steel, and their eyes burned with a lustful devotion bordering on zealotry.

Golden Spear was praying to whatever forces she worshipped that she, somehow, would be noticed amongst the sea of titflesh and Royal Guards. She knew, logically, that it was unlikely, but the heart hoped all the same, this was her purpose after all, her mission. To serve as the enforcers of the Harem master and the Diamond's every lustful desire and whim, and she wouldn't have it any way.

"Quite a good haul, Celestia. You certainly know how to pick them." Spike praised the Slutprincess of Servitude who chuckled with dark amusement. "Why, of course, my Master. I've had a thousand years of practice after all, and Gleaming Shield was such a help. You must simply reward her.”

"I believe he already has." Rarity said, beaming with pride at her master and stroking a perfect hand around Spike's testicles and both Celestia and Rarity laughed. Meanwhile, Tempest Shadow was marching across the stage, her voice cleaving through the air. "Guard Sluts, what is your mission?"

Golden Spear spoke passionately, joining a chorus of thousands of Royal Guardsmares. It was a mission she had devoted her life to, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

"To Serve Master Spike and his Diamond of the hoard, to be whores in skimpy armor and to defeat their enemies. With our bodies, magic, and mind, we serve Master Spike and Mistress Rarity, the sexy, powerful, and perverted owners of Equestria and beyond."

A/N: Another chapter done, next time will be a poll chapter along with two one offs. I intend for the first one off chapter to be at the new Whorepalace in Canterlot with Luna starting an advertisement for the club.

Any suggestions, feedback, and constructive criticism are welcome.

And special thanks to ShadowLDrago for proofreading this chapter.