As I walked through the corridor following the butler aptly named Hooffison, my mind couldn't help but wander over the hills and through the gutters. There was plenty on my mind a lot of it pertained to Celestia, but I couldn’t stop wondering what she wanted me in her private chambers for. I couldn’t remember if I’d been there on my walks since there were plenty of places I just wasn’t allowed to go, but I was expecting the trip to long in any case. Hooffison made for a decent conversation partner, but his stoicism and dedication to his job kept a lot of his answers short, though polite. I eventually managed to start coaxing more adequate, loquacious, answers from him with some time and effort. The soft-spoken man, but when I brought up the topic of drinking, he just smiled and mentioned that he’d been quite the lush back in his day. We talked back and forth about our favorite drinks and he named brandy and whiskey as his usual choices while mine were bourbon and black spiced rum.

It made me ask how old he was since he only seemed to be in his late thirties or early forties, even with his odd Pony-facial hair. Then he mentioned that he was sixty-something and was pleased by my disbelief. Once I got into his good graces, he was a lot easier to talk to. Hell, he even had us stop by an empty sitting room, grabbed two flasks, and gave one to me out of the kindness of his heart. I didn’t want to take from him since I’d only seen two, but he let me know that plenty of the staff had sipped from his flasks when they found them and that sharing one with the ‘polite, interesting, friendly stallion’ was no problem. It was brandy and I’m not fond, but I was happy to take sips with him on our way when we could get away with it.

We walked and talked, enjoying each other’s company as he asked about some rumors that had circulated about me, like the one that said I would cuss someone out for no apparent reason. I put his worries to rest when I explained that I wasn’t the type to snap at someone for no reason and that there was nothing that would make me do so without charter. He also asked if I was really trying to court Celestia and I cracked a joke about the pauper and the Princess finding pudding in perilous places together. He got a laugh out of my choice of diction and asked if my pudding was being placed or if I was just talking out of my arse. I told him that I’d hoped to place my pudding somewhere nice, but didn’t expect to any time soon.

After we’d been caught sipping and chuckling by a Night Guard, the woman asked us if we were supposed to be drinking on the job and I opened my mouth to get us out of trouble. Hooffison froze while I spoke, but I got the guard-gal laughing when I mentioned that I was Luna’s new consort-to-be and that Hooffison was trying to bring me some comfort after she’d turned me down time and time again when I asked for cuddles. The guard ended up quaffing down half of my flask, but I didn’t mind sharing with someone I could make laugh. After that, Hooffison and I were a little more careful and I let my mind wander from time to time after we got our giggles in. He really was just a quiet guy and even said as much, so I offered to shut up a little and he thanked me for not drowning him in his own social ineptitude. I let myself think of happy thoughts that usually went back to Maxwell or Maggie, but more recent events involved Twilight and… Well, they even involved some of the mares from Ponyville, but I especially focused on the kiss that Celestia and I shared.

Thinking of the kiss quickly turned to thoughts of dead puppies and old hags to ward off any undue excitement, just in case the visit was to be a platonic talky-talk kind of thing. In any case, my left arm was feeling much better due to the castle’s doctors and Celestia’s own attention, leaving me with some considerably more mobility after the last round of doses. Apparently I was very receptive to large amounts of magic being poured into my body as a result and Celestia had even told me that I would probably begin to internalize some in various forms, but the only thing I’d figured I could do was find the magic that welled up inside whenever the healing was done. The leftovers usually made me feel like I was buzzing off of a mild sativa or like I’d railed a xanny, though I’d only ever done it once and it was as a dare at that. Pills and the harder stuff had never been my vice, thank you very much. Well, other than coke. God, I miss coke, just not who I was when I was powdered up. If I could shred some leaves into moonshine, however, then I considered that a good night waiting to happen.

Anyway, though there were still fractures throughout most of my humerus (which I did not find humorous at all) and a few more bigger cracks in my ribs, I felt like things might just have been looking up enough for me to actually get lucky. It would hurt depending on the position and what all happened, but I was free from my cast all the same, just wearing a sling at the moment. Being able to move my fingers again… Popping the knuckles and my shoulder without being in unimaginable pain… It was kinda nice. You never know what you’re missing until it’s gone, but I realized all too suddenly that I’d lost my own home, my own job, and since Lupa only came around to sleep in my bed most of the time, I was missing time with my pupper.

Pondering my injuries and what I’d seemingly lost so soon after getting it all… It brought forth a familiar fury that I had been choking down for the past few weeks in order to build a better relationship with my favorite Princess. Applejack… I wanted her to pay, and by my brother’s grave and mother's fate would she ever fucking regret so much as looking in my general direction. Yes, I would take my pound of flesh from that equine Redneck if it’s the last thing I do on Equus, Princess be damned. As my brother would say, 'Revenge is not a dish best served cold, and it’s not sweet; That shite is a piping hot cuppa mud and you pour it all over that bastard, bruv.'.

Before I could get into the nitty-gritty of what exactly Applejack had coming to her we arrived at Celestia’s private chambers. Hooffison knocked twice, gave me a wink, and awaited La Princesse Soleil's response. She called for us to enter and Butler-Man opened the door just a smidge to announce my arrival in earnest. Evidently, I was waved in because he stood back and held the door for me to enter. Swallowing my hopes, expectations, and libido, I strode in with as much bravado as I could muster. I’m not generally a nervous kinda bloke, but my mind had wandered through many different outcomes and I couldn’t help but overthink every action. After taking a deep breath, I decided to stop worrying so much and examine my surroundings. What I found was not just one Princess because that would’ve been nice. No, there were two and it was not nice. Oddly enough, Celestia’s chambers weren’t that lavish considering it was a Princess’ own private space to enjoy whatever she wanted to do, but it was still nice. There was a white, gold, and occasionally pink motif around the room that seemed like it was largely… Spartan, I guess. There were multiple desks or things like them, two vanity mirrors, a few bigger mirrors, and plenty of space to call her own. The decor was elegant enough to suit the woman who'd likely chosen it, but there was… Not much, considering Celestia’s station. Then I saw that there was a sitting room adjacent to the main room and that there were chairs sprinkled about here and there that I’d overlooked because they blended into the theme of the room. The few extraneous things that were even in the living space seemed to make it more... Uh... Open, I guess. Fuck it, I don't care. I thought the general theme agreed with her general color scheme quite well, which was the main thing I got out of my cursory look.

“Good evening Max,” Celestia greeted, “I believe we need to have a talk, as the mature adults, like I know us to be.” Oh, I wish I could fuck with you right now, but that’d be rude.

“As much as I like the sound of that, maybe I can be a petulant child and you two beautiful ladies can be adults?” I lightly jested in return. I hoped breaking the ice with a harmless joke could lift the weighty atmosphere that drenched the room. I swear, you could barely cut the tension with a knife, let alone the rubber ball that was my wit.

Luna’s face twitched and Celestia sighed. I had the vaguest feeling that I was in for a boring, feelsy kind of conversation. “All jokes aside, we need to discuss the... Well, to be frank, the animosity between you two. I’ll not stand idly by as my sister and new friend bicker like children.” Celestia brokered no disagreement, though the idle angst permeating from Luna was nearly palpable.

“Sister, we are nearly five millenia years old, we doth not-” Luna began.

“Wait, fucking what?” I interrupted. Five fucking thousand? Are you- Celestia could’ve been kidding, but... I knew from my time in Twilights’ treebrary that the Equestrian calendar was analogous to the Gregorian calendar, but living for five thousand years? Ludicrous, simply ludicrous. “You- I thought Celestia was just being facetious!”

Luna cut me a hot glare and I was still busy being stunned “Yes,” Luna struggled for a moment, holding back a scathing retort. “We are old; did your studies not tell you of this? Or was it simply another thing you neglected to study?”

“I’m gonna ignore the way you said that because I can, but Goddamn! If you were on Earth…” I rubbed a hand through my hair. “... You would’ve been older than Stonehenge…”

“We are still older than Stonehenge.” Luna scoffed, seeming ever-so slightly amused by my confounded expression. “Granted, we were not a Princess at the time, but the circle of stones was crafted during out lifetime.” Bitch- Cunt- Bitch- Ya h’wut now?

“... Stonehenge exists here?” I asked softly.

“It beith one of our favoured monuments, though it beith not our privilege to know its original purpose.” She raised a brow. “Your world also had the Standing Stones?”

“... Yeah, they- They were… About four kilometers west of Amesbury. Forty or so miles south of Swindon…”

“Hm… It would seem as though thine world beith a parallel of ours.”

My mind melted and I wobbled where I stood, Celestia teleported over before I could actually fall or something, but my noodle was boiled all the same. “Max, are you okay?”

“... I think so.” My face felt hot and I was confused. “How…?

“Perhaps some things are constants? There are many questions we don’t need to delve into now-”

“What of thine lieges? Were they immortals such as our sister and ourself?”

“... Humans lived up to like, a hundred and fifty with dumb luck and good healthcare…” I shook my head, my brain folding information into its wrinkles as Luna seemed annoyed. “... The average life went to sixty or seventy.”

“Sister, it wouldn't be unlikely to find that they don't have beings such as us there.” Celestia raised an eyebrow at me and I shook my head. “See? I’m sure he meant no slight against thee- Er, I mean, you.”

“Yeah, um… No offense meant your Highness, I’m just…” I shook my head, but Celestia placed her fingers on my temples before the ache could build too far. ”... Celestia and yourself don’t seem like multi-millennia old ladies, though I do get the impression that you could vaporize me on little more than a whim.” I guess… I guess Celestia really is old as shit. I guess hearing it from Luna just drives it home.

Celestia rolled her eyes as she caught on to the sly compliment, and Luna seemed to accept it as a statement of fact. The tension lessened slightly as I gave some ground, but Celestia was dead set on getting everyone's feelings in the open. “So, dear sister, why do you think you’re at odds with Max?” Celestia asked calmly

Luna cast her gaze elsewhere and studied the floor for a moment. I watched and looked between her and Celestia as the silence grew longer and longer. I eventually broke the awkward silence. “Is it because I said I hadn’t heard much of you?” She rolled her eyes and I continued. “Or is it because... I’ve been taking some of Celestia’s time from you?” I asked quietly.

Luna looked pissed as if I’d spat in her soup and called her a cheeky wench, but before she could go the fuck off on me, Celestia gently placed a hand on her arm. “Is that true sister?”

The Great Blue Bitch cast her gaze elsewhere once more, her cheeks reddening slightly “O-Of course not, sister! This urchin assumes that can influence thee to think less of us!” she hissed, turning her gaze towards me.

“I’d be at least a little annoyed if my best friend started conversing with a stranger from a strange land while neglecting me, to be fair… And I think I can grasp the concept of still being lonely, even after coming home...” I reasoned. Luna glared at me before she and I both looked to Celestia.

She was blushing as well. “Oh Lulu! If you felt my friendship with Max was getting out of hand and interfering with our relationship, you should’ve told me! I would’ve made time for you, you know that!” She cried, hugging her sister.

Luna hugged her back and said something I didn’t hear as I was on my way to give them that extra time they needed. I should’ve known it was jealousy that sparked Luna’s hatred of me rather than the minor slight of not knowing about her, or rather, than of me being a disrespectful cunt. I am a cheeky twatwaffle and I accept this, but I’ve always been good at figuring out what’s on a woman’s mind as long as I had enough to go on. Maybe it’s because I’m scatter-spaghetti-brained sometimes, but it’s helpful. Sadly, I can’t actually read minds, just guess at what ails the heart.

As I took my time walking back to my own borrowed chambers, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit better about myself. I just helped someone for once, and it hadn't blown up in my face or caused more harm than good away from my devilishly handsome countenance. All I could do for the time being was get stuff written down, relax, and have myself a good old-fashioned fap with my non-aching hand. Yup, better nights could be had with Ol' Lefty, but Miss Righterine could do the job handily.

The morning came in all its bullshit, leading with the perfect ray of dawn sunlight beaming its way light-years down to Equus just to poke me in the eyes. I awoke with a yawn and stretched, flipping the bastard star off for ruining my pupils. There was nothing to add to my morning routine, so I headed out dressed in comfortable dark blue denim jeans and a soft black V-neck. I had a date with the castle doctors and Celestia to heal up the final cracks in my arm and ribs so I could hopefully return to my quiet Ponyville home. I was kinda looking forward to a quiet life with Lupa and I could see myself getting settled into my still relatively new house. Another, larger part of me didn’t want to leave Celestia and the budding romance we had, but I also had a funny feeling that she’d been expecting there to be distance between us at some level.

Lupa was on my mind as I thought my way to the Dining Hall, but she’d gone off on her own again and I couldn’t blame her. There was only so much I could go and see in the castle and I couldn’t blame her for wanting to spend her time with other animals, but I did miss her outside of- I’m not fucking Lupa, I just need to say that. I’m not fucking my wolf-sister-thing. She was somewhere in the castle, but I hadn’t seen her in the past few mornings, so I resolved to find her immediately after my visit with Celestia and the docs. I met Celestia and Luna in the Royal Dining Hall for breakfast, but this time it was considerably less tense, though I had a feeling that Luna still didn't like me much. At least she didn’t outright insult me that time. After stuffing my face with scones and honey, I almost asked Celestia why they never served meat for any meal. Instead, I asked if they ever had meat for foreign dignitaries and was given a partially-disturbed nod.

“Max, are you… Are you an omnivore?” Celestia asked slowly.

“Uh... Well, keep in mind-

“Thou partaketh of flesh?” Luna asked incredulously.

“... Where I come from it’s an everyday practice… Humans are the only sentient creatures and we’re, yes, omnivores so we eat meat. We can live without it, we just need protein and iron from something else. It’s why I attack the spinach and eggs so often… I was just curious ladies.” I meekly replied.

The Princesses gaped as I slowly chewed an inordinately delicious apple. I couldn’t help but wonder if they’d notice if I threw a grape in one of their mouths.

Which is how I ended up in the Castle Gardens under the watch of guards for the rest of the day. The gardens, of course, were magnificent with flora and fauna I couldn’t name abound. Even though it should’ve been nearing the middle or end of summer, everything was blooming like it was spring all over again and even the heat was negligible. On the bright side, I found Lupa and the rest of my injuries were healed (including a new knot on my head courtesy of Luna). Thus I spent my day meeting and greeting some of Lupa’s new friends, which included a phoenix for some odd reason. I avoided that thing while it tried to land on me multiple times because I fucking hate birds. Seriously; Fuck. Birds. During that little meet and greet, I had plenty of time to catch up and tell my favorite personal pup all about the previous day's events, though I kind of lost track of how long we’d been in Canterlot. I knew we’d been here for around two months, but I was also hoping that it was getting closer to three and I was glad for the time with Celestia. Granted, I’d spent a lot of my free time wandering, writing, and plotting against Applejack and Fluttershy, but all that didn’t really matter. I couldn’t keep the days straight since I’d fucked up my sleep schedule and figured I’d ask Celestia.

The sun was falling as I was finally allowed back into the castle by the ever gracious Princesses and I was glad to be back inside for once. Spending time outside on your own accord is one thing; Being put outside like a naughty, hyper child was another, though I kind of did deserve it for nearly making both of the Princesses choke; Luna on a grape and Celestia on her laughter. I had dinner with the Princesses again and noticed a sudden lack of small rounded fruits and couldn’t help but chuckle a little. Luna shot me a dark look that was metered by the slightest ghost of a grin and Celestia was very matronly with her disapproving look. Not one to be cowed, I started cracking jokes.

“I have a feeling that this is going to be a grape dinner. Sorry for raisin hell earlier, I couldn’t leaf such an opportunity alone! I heard it on the grapevine-”

“You should be ashamed Max, those puns were completely unnecessary.” Celestia groaned. Luna giggled in reply, then immediately snapped back to her stoic demeanor. She was grievously late in her reaction though and caught a withering glare from Celestia in turn.

“Oh, cometh now, sister. Puns beith perfectly acceptable in the field of comedy. Even we knoweth that much!” Luna defended.

“They were a thousand years ago, Luna. These days they’re generally met with reactions like mine. Keep in mind I’ve had a few more years to tire of them than you have.” Celestia countered.

“Be that as it may, my alabaster sunrise. I think the wise ones in the room find puns are beautiful creations, not unlike yourself.” I jested.

Celestia shook her head and we started dinner on a cheery note. At least, Luna and I were feeling rather cheerful. Sunny on the other hand? Not so much. Celly bid me to return her to her chambers that night once more and I rather expected another touchy-feely talk. We went our separate ways for an hour or two until another butler without alcohol came for me again, offering to guide me to her chambers once more. I politely declined as I had finally memorized most of the castle's layout, going it alone this time. I had showered and changed into more jeans but with a navy crew neck this time, just in case I was actually going to get lucky. The boxers I wore were nice as far as men’s pants go, I guess. I prefer looking at women’s stuff because it’s generally more appealing, but a comfy pair of pants was all I wanted, and women’s undies probably still aren’t comfy for men to wear. I’d been forced into multiple pairs over the years. No, I never got the allure, nor the feeling of ‘sexiness’ they were supposed to provide.

… Anyway, I probably shouldn’t have written that down, just in case some cuntfuck gets an idea and I have to stab someone. The walk had me traversing the halls somewhat quickly with only me, myself, and I all eager to see what just what the Princess had in store for me. Once I arrived, I knocked thrice upon her door, waiting until I heard her invite me in.

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I entered the Princess's chambers to find her… Well, she was laying on her canopied bed, looking directly at me with a raised brow and amused look since I’d pretty much opened the door the second I heard her voice. I let my eyes rest on hers and gave her my most winsome smile, glad that the last of my acne had chosen to clear up earlier in my stay without needing anymore of the face-wash I’d nearly run out of. I closed the door behind me and turned to look at her again, my words dying in my throat as she propped herself up, clad in garments of gossamer every bit as fine as her mane, ever-flowing as it was. My attention was captured and kept, my gaze wandering as I tried to figure out something to say.

“... Damn.”

“Oh?” She smirked smugly, sending me a salacious look. “Is that all you have to s-”

I was already walking toward her, my boots loose enough to be kicked off as I came along. “Oh, hell no, my words just don’t work right now. I have a lot to say.”

“And I would like to hear at least some of it.” Celestia gave me a coy smile.

I folded my hands briefly, tapped my chest twice with a fist, and thanked God for the meal. “A beauty such as yourself deserves no such thing as mere words to describe your… Allure, the sheer temptation you present. No words I’ve heard or read could describe this moment with any manner of accuracy, so I think I’ll let my actions speak for themselves.”

Even as I approached her, scantily clad in all of her pale white glory, I couldn’t help but notice the hint of a blush on her cheeks, the rise and fall of her breasts as she inhaled. I climbed onto the bed and took her in for all I was worth, tried to see as much of her as my gaze would allow. Her large breasts were covered by what seemed to be the thinnest, sheerest strands of satin that left just enough to the imagination, tantalizing from the beginning. Those same strands appeared to multiply to cover her nether regions and upper thighs just to fade away to reveal her long, well toned, yet supple legs. I wasn’t surprised to see that her hooves, like many others, were actually wider than her calves, though I assumed it was for stability. As she waited for me to come closer, I couldn’t help but think of the anthropomorphic Goddesses of ancient times, inhuman yet stunningly beautiful. Now that I write, I can’t help but realize that I found a non-human sentient being sexier than most women I’d seen before, which should've been more surprising. In the moment, however, I was preparing myself for another galvanizing kiss..

“You do have such a way with words~” Celestia crooned, reaching out to stroke my face. “Would you say such things to any mare, or am I truly special?”

“Special isn’t the word I would use, but then again, there are few enough to describe you. Stunningly perfect yet so… Knowable. So… Human…” I laid my hand on her arm, trying to find the words while she waited for me to continue. “You truly are the most unique woman I’ve ever met in my life. Knowing you and coming to this point…” I shook my head, coming just a little closer.

Her breath was soft and warm as I let my hands wander, caressing her in the platonic places before I let my touch meander to her thigh. I leaned in for the kiss and it was every bit as magical as the first, the moment our lips touched… The electricity ran through my veins, the warmth burning inside as I gave her a gentle smooch to begin with. It was nowhere close to enough to sate my hunger, my lust for her. Celestia kissed me back, taking control with little trouble as her own hands wandered over my arms and chest, the moment finally coming. I could feel my reaction and it was aching, but I wasn’t expecting Celestia to dominate me orally from the very beginning. I gave as good as I got, but it was clear as to who was the one guiding the experience.

My breath was shaky and unsteady when she broke our embrace, my awe at her apropos with the simple art of snogging blowing all other kisses away. Her majesty… I couldn’t control my movements as I started kissing her neck, finally wresting the pace from her before I said, “You were beautiful before, but now…? I don’t know how else to put it other than you are breathtaking, Celestia...” My efforts did not go unappreciated, eliciting a noise of approval from my lover.

“Always the charmer~ And handsome at that.” She let her head tilt away from me as I let my lips trail toward her jaw, the silken, fine fur. “I’m sure you can find something better-” My hands slid up her thigh as I held her to my lips, gently nibbling on her neck. “Mmm~”

“I might not have your experience, but there are cards in my deck all the same.” I murmured against her soft, radiant flesh.

As I let myself feel the intimate heat coming from between her legs, I felt her do the same. Her skills were undoubtable, and it was just that much clearer when she unbuttoned my trousers and teleported them off with little to no trouble. My lips met hers once more as my fingers met another pair of lips, barely hindered by the finest of materials. I could feel the dampness, the sodden warmth emanating from my goal. We held the kiss for maybe a minute, maybe an hour. Neither of us bothered keeping track as our tongues wrestled for dominance all over again. Her wide, flat tongue beat my considerably smaller one by a mile, but as I ran my hands through her effervescent mane and held her closer, one hand softly clutching the back of her head as the other stroked the inside of her thigh. Celestia let a small moan loose when I met her lips for the first time, my breathing hitched as hers did when I felt the plush, wettened flesh beneath her knickers.

She sighed, breaking our kiss for but a moment to draw breath. Taking the initiative once more, I wrapped my arm around her waist and drew a line down the length of her neck with my tongue, eliciting another enticing moan as I traded actions and kissed down to the top of her collarbone, going until I reached the top of her breasts. I only halted to begin again in reverse, this time beginning from her ample bosom up to her jawline, ending with another smouldering kiss that lasted just long enough for my hand to carefully cup the weighty globe that was her breast. The sheer size was intimidating and I was suddenly aware of the fact that Celestia was a lot of woman to handle at once. It was then that she asserted her sovereignty and pushed me back onto her lush bed, stripping me expeditiously of my shirt and pants with magic, stroking my chest painted in scars with her soft, barely-furry hands. She felt her way around the ridges and furrows that crossed my flesh, frowning at the angry red lines on my biceps and upper chest as I blushed. I didn’t like that she’d found fault with my appearance, but I couldn’t be upset in the slightest. She let her fingers dance over them, but not just thoughs. Celestia traced many of my scars, her eyes still holding lust until she met my obviously erect member, stopping for a moment as her eyes widened.

Sunny looked at it for once and her brows raised, an approving look crossing her face. “Oh my~”

“See something you like?” Yeah, that sounded confident. The sausage is my selling point, right?

“I do indeed~ I hesitate to admit that I expected you to be… Well, to be frank, much smaller… With your physique, it would’ve made more sense than this,” she gently grabbed my throbbing rod and stroked it, “rather impressive thing. You’re only twenty and this large~ I wonder how you’ll grow in time.” Uh, I think I’m done with that, but okay babe. “I suppose I could’ve just asked, but the surprising truth was well worth it. You certainly have an interesting shape.” She smiled once more, the grin sultry and mirthful as she moved from being directly over me and positioned herself over my lower half, Celestia held my member by the shaft, giving it one long slow lick.

She let her tongue fully unfurl from her mouth, the sight of it being a little daunting as the saliva from her mouth connected the lengthy muscle to her lips. It was an unbelievably captivating, incensing act that had me twitching once or twice in her grasp. “... Christ…”

Celestia winked, letting her tongue wrap around my shaft as she held the base with her thumb and two fingers. The sensation of being swallowed up by her tongue alone was… It was previously unfathomable. She removed the hot, slick muscle up my shaft and my vision went blurry with pure pleasure before she popped the tip into her mouth. With the embrace of her lips came another level of pleasure that brought me to the brink, the months on Equus of not having real release and the months before wresting my stamina down to the ground and stomping on it.

“Fair warning,” I gasped, seeing that she had no intention of stopping. “Y-Y’know where I’m from, we take care of a ladies needs~” She increased the pressure both with her mouth and suction. It was impossible for me to hold out any longer. “Oh fuck~”

I was in bliss for the duration of my orgasm and Celestia knew exactly how to make it last, even going so far as to gently fondle my dangling orbs as they tightened. A very noticeable but still gentle pressure helped me right along, but the load I released was more than I expected. Her tongue slowly returned to her mouth, stroking beneath my helmet in a way that kept me rock hard the entire time. She seemed surprised once she actually got a chance to taste me, making a few strange noises as her cheeks bulged from time to time. Celestia finally let the near-torturous climax end, my rod aching with the good pain as she kissed the tip as a parting gesture.

Celestia took the time to make a frustrated face when something seemed to strike her thoughts, a grin forming on her lips as she finally swallowed. “Las-Pones cherry with a hint of cocoa~” What. “You, Maximus, are abso-lutely delicious~”

“... Well, okay then.” I chuckled weakly, taking a deep breath to get some of my strength back. I’d expected it to be some kind of sweet, but that’s just dumb.

I would’ve happily allowed her to keep going, but whatever sense of chivalry I had kicked in so I usurped control of my member from Celestia, smirking at the confused look on her face. “Hmm? So quick to deprive me of my prize?”.

“As I was trying to say, Brits take care of our ladies before our own needs. Little late, but it’s your turn~”

I kissed her once more, not really worried about tasting my seed on her lips since she’d seemed to get the majority of it down. That didn’t mean that I was eager to enter her mouth at all, so when I rolled her over onto her back, she gave me a pouty look. “I was enjoying that, but~” My fingertips drifted across her thigh, reaching the softness of her… Flower… It feels wrong to just call everything the usual stuff when I want to read through this again, so I carefully stroked the petals of her flower and used my right hand to free her breasts from the folds of her gown. Her chest rose as I lowered my head to kiss the cushiony globe, letting my breath disturb the short, fine fur that gave way to flesh. Her areola was pink unlike her lips, and it begged for me to take it into my mouth as I grasped the other globe, the pillowy texture a treat for my aching hand. Celestia moaned as soon as my tongue touched the malleable, firm nub and I couldn’t help but feel a similar trill of excitement run through me as I tried a few of my best tricks, working back and forth as I attempted to prepare her for the second act.

My tongue was apt for circling the top of her breast, for tasting every minute bump with the buds of my own tongue. Her gasp when I ground the bumps together was simply lovely, but I’m not one-trick po- Damn, that’s good. I’ll have to rememeber that. In any case, I didn’t know what Celestia liked or how rough I could be, so I widened my mouth, sucked more of her breast into my mouth and had her arching her back as I added force. Then I bit her and she gasped, so I furthered my advance as she cried out in a low voice, my hand teasing and pulling the other tip of her mound after however many minutes of brutal teasing. I ceased nibbling on her and licked my saliva from her breast, sucking occasionally as she writhed beneath me. Celestia held my face to her chest when she let another noise of satisfaction escape her lips, but she let me go before I could suffocate.

A gasp later and her hands were twitching from time to time, her eyes opening and shutting in turn. “... That… That was a first…” She murmured numbly.

“It happens occasionally.” I let my hand rest on her breast as I knelt over her. “You know I’m not done yet, right?”

“Hmm? That was-”

“Just the beginning, you’re right.” I disappeared from her field of view and started kissing my way down from her navel.

“Don’t tell me you actually know how to-”

“Cunnilingus has never been so tempting,” I answered, making her bolt upright and give me a massive smile.

I raised a brow as she practically shouted, “You know of it!?” At my amused expression, her outburst ended and she blushed, tapping her nose. “I-I mean, it’s just… Uncommon, these days… Mares have become a little notorious for having strong flavours~” I shifted her panties and stroked her directly for the first time, subsequently tasting her while she stared wide-eyed and blushed and my own gaze expanded. “... I wasn’t expecting that.”

“... You taste like-Pfft!” I burst into laughter.

“Well? Are you going to say or are you just going to- I placed my hand square in the center of her chest and gently pushed her back down. “Being mean, I see.”

“I knew you had some nice cakes, but I didn’t expect you to taste like it too~” I continued from where I left off, stopping on her mound just before her hand snaked through my hair.

“What kind?” She asked, interested.

“Well, it does feel like my birthday~”

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!” Celly loosed melodious laughter as trailed smooches up her thighs, the enjoyment of the moment only heightened for me when I finally kissed her lips. “Mmm~ I can’t help but admit-” I licked her straight up the middle as a power-play and she shivered. “Dear stars above~”

“God, I don’t think there’ll be a point where I enjoy this more.” I kissed her most tender flesh one more time before I began in earnest, though I was still all too ready to tease her, collecting her dew with my tongue as I traced her labia and got a better taste for it.

Liquid cake filled my senses as I let myself enjoy the simple yet complicated act of bringing a woman pleasure in a way befitting a sexpert. Sounds cheesy, but I’m not the one who first called me that. I knew that her somewhat large, swollen clitoris would need attention more so than her folds, but she tasted so good! It was the finest pair of lips I’d ever seen, even in the low candlelight, and the best tasting by far. Her outer labia weren’t terribly large or uninviting like some more mature women, even though her lips were plump and lickable. Her inner labia, however, were where most of her nectar collected. I wondered how far I could get my tongue into her center, so I wiggled my muscle into her and elicited some pretty enticing moans. Having had nowhere near enough of her and her personal flavour, I made sure that she could enjoy herself as well, preferring to latch onto her clit after teasing her for what seemed like forever. However, circling the pink pearl and sucking for a couple of minutes had Celestia crying out as if I we were hours deep into a session, though I suppose that we were. I continued my assault on her clit with my fingers and hoped that I would get a mouthful of who she was in particular as I teased her entrance. I was hopeful, but all I got was a few gushes of her flavour as I flicked my tongue in and out of her. With my baseless fears of equine genitalia assuaged firmly assuaged, I tried to latch onto her love-button again before her hand pulled my head away.

“I-It’s not wise to go further.” Celestia gasped. “I-I have to have control o-over myself for this…”

“So that’s a no to round two, eh Princess? Or should I just give you a moment?” I asked coyly

“.... Give me a moment, I’m still sensitive,” She replied unsteadily.

With Celestia indisposed for the moment, I decided to cuddle her, taking my rightful place as the big spoon and toying with her breasts while she recovered. So far it had been quite the night, and I could only hope that it would get better sooner rather than later. Knowing that she’d been talking about the possibility of me being hurt since she wouldn’t be able to control her strength, however, was kind of a turn on. I'd felt Celestia's tightness with my fingers and could only imagine what she would feel like once she recovered, especially with her raw strength being greater than my own.

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We stayed like that for a few minutes, neither of us initiating the next step much further than a little rubbing, a few caresses, and when Celestia was finished basking in her afterglow. We had just pressed my tip against her when the door was thrown open.

“Princess Celestia?! Are you okay-” Fuck me runnin’ sideways “M-M-Max?! What in the- What’s going on!?” Twilight screamed from the doorway, rushing in toward us

“Twilight! Stop!” Celestia commanded. Sunny immediately covered herself with her sheets as I let it all hang out. She seemed dumbfounded while her student had a meltdown as she backed toward the door, her face reddening.

I grumbled some stuff to myself before saying, “Well, I was having a good time ‘til you walked in, love. Who taught you manners? Don’t you know how to knock?”

Celestia gave me an incredulous look. “... Are you not at all embarrassed?

“I’ve been caught doing worse.”

“... It was a good night,” she said softly. “... I hate to ask, but-” Twilight dropped. “Dear me, I hope she’ll be okay.

“Where did you put my clothes again?”

She teleported them to me and I leaned in to be met with another brief kiss. “I’ll see you soon, Maximus.”

“It’s already been too long.” I gathered my clothes, got dressed, and headed out before Twilight could wake up.

It was a long walk back to my room, and it was longer to get this all down… I might shank Twilight. I really might.

Author's Notes:

And with this I'm done for the day. Touched up, torn up, and felt up. In that order, mind you.

As Always, Stay Cool, Kids